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Sara's Training Ch. 01

By: Tappy_McWidestance



For those of you who have not been following the story, my series, Sara Submits, was based on characters created by Couture in his story Soccer Mom. You can find this story linked under my favorites.

I took his characters and expanded to include a number of additional characters and a week of time in the life of our heroine, Sara the soccer mom. One week into the story, Sara's will has been broken and she has accepted her life as a submissive. The one week time framed seemed like a good place to end that part of our story. The characters will live on here in Sara's Training.

Cast of Characters:

Sara - The soccer mom who is taken by the wife of her husband's boss in Couture's Soccer Mom.

Frank - Sara's husband. He doesn't know Sara has fallen into a life of submission, although her increased sex drive has benefits for him.

Cindy Anderson - Sara's first mistress after seducing her in the park.

Jim Anderson - Cindy's husband and Frank's boss. He enjoyed bursting Sara's anal cherry in chapter 6.

Maggie - Owner of the "Professional Woman" clothing store who has enjoyed Sara's attentions.

Andi - Works for Maggie at the store and has also played with Sara.

Susan - Manager of the "Victoria's Secret" in the same mall as Maggie's store. Sara was sent on an errand to buy a thong, which Susan enjoyed very much.

Heather - Sara's new mistress. Heather is best described as a Barbie doll with red hair. She is a trophy wife whose husband owns a network of car dealerships. They have an open marriage and Heather leads a group of women who enjoy taking other women as their slaves.

Now on with the show...


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Sara awoke on a bright, sunny Sunday morning very sore. The afternoon before she had been teased almost to the point of insanity. Then, before she allowed her release, she had to perform cunnilingus on four different women, was spanked and fondled by a fifth and finally double penetrated by her husband's boss and his wife.

Sara lost track of how many orgasms she had. All week, Cindy had manipulated the young housewife and controlled how often and where she would be allowed to cum. Sara spent the entire week seeking her next orgasm and was aroused more often than not. Sara's submission to Cindy grew with each successive kinky task she was given. During Sara's final exam of submission last night, she learned she had been "traded" to Heather Chandler, the sexiest woman Sara had ever seen. Heather could best be described as having a body proportioned like a Barbie doll, including large surgically enhanced breasts. Normally Sara thought fake breasts looked bad, but on Heather, they completed the sex bomb look she was going for. As Sara would soon learn, breast worship was a favorite of Mistress Heather. 

Sunday was supposed to be family day, frequently taken up by soccer games. Sara had left her car at Cindy and Jim's house the night before. She explained to Frank that she had drunk a little too much wine and got a ride home. This was certainly a plausible excuse, much better than I walked home because I was too sexed out to drive.

Frank drove Sara over to the house. Sara jumped out of the car a quickly slid behind the driver's seat of her SUV. She sped away before Cindy and Jim could notice. That afternoon the entire family went to the park. There was no game scheduled. Instead they just had a picnic by the lake. Spending the day in the park with her family was a favorite activity of Sara's. At least it had been until a week ago. Now every time Sara was not focused on her family, her mind drifted back to what Cindy Anderson had done to her in this same park last week.

Sara had been instructed to expect Mistress Heather would contact her to begin her formal training. Sunday passed with no phone calls or email. Sunday night Frank began to make amorous overtures to his wife. Sara was still a little sore from the fucking she received the night before, but she was cognizant of needing not to neglect her husband. Although Frank was a good lover, Sara secretly wished he would treat her rougher like Cindy and Jim had done. Sara wasn't sure where these feelings had come from. Before last week, she had only had sex with three different people and had never cheated on her husband. But ever since Cindy had forced her to orgasm in the park, she could not resist anything the domineering woman requested. Sara felt guilty over her actions of the past week. She loved her husband and did not want to jeopardize her marriage. At the same time, she had never felt as alive as when she was submitting to the will of one of the several women she serviced last week. Even when Cindy's obnoxious husband Jim took his turn, Sara came like a banshee. Normally Sara would not give that type of man the time of day, but last night she let him fuck her ass, had sucked his cock and even thanked him.

Sara was determined that she had to tell Frank. But how? That was the real problem. Sara though maybe she could slowly start talking to Frank about some of the activities. Kind of fantasy exploration, not "guess what I did last week honey?" She and Frank had never really talked about their fantasies. For all she knew, Frank had the same desires. Sara also thought of renting a dirty movie. She was sure Frank had watched a porno before, he was a guy after all, but he never talked about them. Or maybe she could get him to go with her to a strip club. She had heard that some couples enjoy going together. If she admitted a dancer was attractive, maybe she could convince him that having a three way (with Mistress Heather or one of her other new friends) was a good idea. Once Frank had bought off on the idea, Sara theorized, he would not be in a position to object to Sara's other activities. 

After thinking for a while, Sara determined none of these options was really all that good. Sara reflected on the possibility that Heather really wasn't interested in her and that Cindy and Jim would leave her alone now that they had fucked her senseless. Sara determined that the best course of action was to pretend nothing happened until Mistress Heather contacted her.

Sara enthusiastically accepted Frank's invitation to passion. Even though the sex was "vanilla" Sara enjoyed herself and was happy to give Frank pleasure. She began by sucking his cock, something she typically resisted except on "special occasions." Frank and Sara made love twice that night and Sara woke him Monday morning by servicing him again. Although Frank was certainly pleased, Sara did not allow herself to orgasm. Although she had been given permission to cum as much as she wanted on Saturday, she wasn't sure if that instruction was in force only for that day or until Mistress Heather changed her order. Sara felt the prudent course was to hold back until she was sure. Besides, Frank had difficulty determining when she was faking, so he was happy either way.

Monday morning started the week like any other. Frank was off to the office early and the kids were off to school. Sara busied herself around the house, but stopped every half hour to check her email. Surely Mistress Heather would contact her today. Sara went back and checked her emails from last week. As she reread her instructions from Cindy, Sara began to get aroused. She even rewatched the video clips of herself tied to her bed in her wedding dress. As she did this, Sara's hand absentmindedly began rubbing her crotch. As her arousal grew, Sara moved on to the submission movies she had download at Cindy's command. Sara's hand was moving faster and faster as she approached her orgasm. Just as she was about to cum, her phone rang. She contemplated not answering, but figured it might be Mistress Heather. It took three rings before she picked up the phone to look at the caller id. Bruce Chandler was the name. It was her. Sara hesitated. What could she say? Should Sara thank Heather for spanking her on Saturday? Or thank Heather for sitting on her face that fateful day the Monday before? What would Heather order her to do?

As these thoughts raced through Sara's head, two more rings happened and the call transferred to voicemail. Because Frank and Sara had Vonage as their phone service they didn't have a regular answering machine. Once the call clicked over, Sara could not pick it up. She kept waiting for the message light to come on her phone, but it never did. Apparently Heather did not leave a message.

Sara assumed she would call back soon. Heather knew Sara's situation and would be aware of her kids and husband's schedules. Sara sat by the phone determined to pick up quicker when Heather called back. She sat at her desk with Outlook open waiting for an email or the phone to ring. After an hour, Sara really had to go the bathroom, but she was unwilling to risk missing another call.

Sara's thoughts kept drifting back to Saturday's events. She was horny and wanted to orgasm. Finally after waiting two hours, she gave up. As she walked out of their home office, Sara looked at the doorknob and smiled. 

Tuesday and Wednesday were uneventful. There was no contact from Heather, Cindy, Maggie or Andi. Sara's willpower to deny herself an orgasm was floundering. On Thursday morning, Sara remembered something. Saturday night Cindy had sent her home with a butt plug buried in her ass and Ben Wa balls dancing in her pussy. She had agreed to return them on Sunday, but had completely forgot. This would give her an excuse to see Cindy. 

Sara contemplated how to return the items. She had hidden them in the garage when she came home Saturday night. Should she just drive over and hand them back hoping Cindy would take the lead? Should she wear them? The phone rang startling her from her thoughts. It was Frank. He was calling to see how Sara was doing. While they were making small talk and Sara had an idea. Said she was going for a run. Frank said that sounded like a good idea and to have fun. Sara snickered. If only Frank knew how much fun she was going to have.

Sara grabbed the toys and sprinted upstairs. She quickly stripped down pausing to look at herself in the mirror. She was proud of her looks and rubbed her fingertips on the point of her nipples. The feeling was electric. Sara followed her nipple play with an exploration of her pussy. As she expected, her juices had started to flow. The arousal of last week was returning just with the thoughts of what she was about to do.

Sara took the butt plug and quickly washed it. It had been sitting in the garage and was foul smelling. Not being an expert in washing sex toys, she used cold water. Sara didn't have any lube and hoped a little pussy juice would suffice. As Sara began to slide the plug into her now dripping snatch, she realized the folly of using cold water to clean the plug. Her pussy lips quickly contracted at the suddenly cold intrusion. "What an idiot," Sara exclaimed. She knew a little hot water was all that was needed, but then a lewd thought struck her. Sara bent over the bathroom counter. She felt like she was back serving drinks at Cindy's party. She calmly took the butt plug and put it in her mouth. She had to stretch her jaw just a bit to fit the wide apex of the plug into her mouth. This brought back a flood of memories of her ass stretching to accommodate both the insertion and retrieval of the plug a few days earlier. 

While she was bent over, Sara reached between her legs and gave her pussy a little rub. Her fingers came back coated with her juice. Sara knew she could come right there in the bathroom with little additional effort, but she tried to hold back. She had learned the lesson well that denying her release always led to a better orgasm later. With her right hand now slick with her personal lubricant, Sara reached around to her butt. Without a hand to support herself, Sara had to lean onto the counter, her ample bosom pressed into the countertop. With her left hand, Sara pulled her ass cheek outward exposing her brown-eye. Her right hand moved into position behind Sara as she tried to push a finger in her own ass. Instantaneously her asshole puckered to protect itself and Sara was unsuccessful.

"How the hell did they get this plug in me," she wondered aloud.

Sara looked back into the mirror. Bent over the counter with the plug in her mouth and hands behind her, she looked every bit the slut of a week ago. Her pussy continued to juice. Sara determined that she had to get the plug where it belonged. Perhaps a different approach would work better. Sara pulled the plug from her mouth and quickly inserted it into her pussy. Her lips had to stretch a little, but they accommodated the phallus with little difficulty. While the plug was in her pussy, she resisted the idea to fuck herself by turning her attention to the Ben Wa balls. She washed them, this time in hot water, and put them aside. Sara knew she had to be ready to put her panties on immediately after inserting the balls or they would slide right out. 

Sara looked around the bathroom for the item she needed, but she could not find it. Maybe Frank had used it and not returned it to the room. Sara then had another thought, but completing her task would require a trip to the kitchen. Not wanting to waste any time, she sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen. She kept one hand on the outside of the plug to hold it in place and used the other to balance herself on the banister.

As she entered the kitchen, she suddenly remembered she was naked. She had been too focus on her own pleasure to remember such a little detail. As she had just streaked through the living room and the blinds were open, she hoped nobody happened to be looking. By now, she was too aroused to care. If somebody saw her, she figured they probably enjoyed the show.

Sara quickly grabbed the item she needed, a kitchen chair. The chair was wooden and without a pad, perfect for her mission. Not wasting any time, Sara pulled the plug from her pussy and stuck it upright on the chair. She then turned her back to the chair, and holding the plug with one hand and her butt cheek with the other, guided the plug to its destination. As wet as the plug was, Sara found that pussy juice is not the best lubricant. It certainly helped as she sat down stretching her asshole over the tapered plug, but she resolved to buy something better. Once again Sara felt as if she was being split in two. She now knew from experience, however, that once the apex was reached, the rest would dart inside. Sara gave constant pressure and tried to relax her ass muscles. Eventually she achieved her goal. The plug was buried to the handle.

Sara was panting at this point. She contemplated giving herself an orgasm. She reasoned that if Mistress Heather did not want to play with her, then she would play with herself. All of a sudden Sara heard the kids arriving home from school. Was it that late already? No, it was just after noon. Then Sara remembered they only had a half-day because of some damn teachers' meetings. She was trapped, naked in the kitchen. Sara was frantic. Would the kids go straight to their rooms to drop off their stuff giving her a chance to get to the master bedroom? Unlikely. They usually grabbed a snack. Could she hide in the dinning room connected to the kitchen then sprint up the stairs without being seen? That too seemed like a long shot. As she contemplated her ifs, Sara's nose detected the unmistakable smell of her arousal. Not now, she thought. How could this be turning her on?

Sara determined the basement was the safest course of action. She quickly headed down the stairs just moments before the kids entered the kitchen. Sara looked around for a place to hide. She opened the door to the unfinished section and dashed to the dryer. She hoped she would find clothes, but alas it was empty. She then heard footsteps on the stairs. In a panic, Sara moved behind some storage boxes and sat down. Her kids rarely did their own laundry so she felt temporarily safe. She heard the TV turn on and a movie start.

"Why are they staying inside?" Sara murmured to herself. "It is a beautiful day today."

Sara sat down on the cold cement floor to wait. The chilly sensation on her butt temporarily sated her arousal. Sara tortured herself for getting into this situation. Had she just used the bathroom counter to steady the plug instead of the kitchen chair, this situation would have been avoided. In horror, Sara remembered the Ben Wa balls were still out in her bathroom. Sara didn't think her kids would go in there, but then again, she couldn't understand why they were in the basement. If they went looking for her, they may find much more than they bargained.

Sara's body temperature slowly warmed the foundation under her. Sitting on the handle of the butt plug made sure it was as deep as possible into her bowels. Unconsciously, Sara's hips began to undulate ever so subtly putting varying amounts of pressure on the plug. Sara didn't even know she was doing it. Her conscious mind was worried about being discovered while her body was doing what it could to receive satisfaction. Once again the bouquet of her arousal was the trigger to bring her mind back to reality.

"Oh my God. I've got to cum," she said to herself. Sara knew it would only take a few strokes on her clit to reach the climax she needed. She was worried, however, about making too much noise. She had learned that she could be a screamer without much warning. She began stroking her pussy as she imagined a wicked orgasm bringing the kids running to the back of the basement.

Sara decided she needed something to muffle the sound. She stood up, stretching her legs to get the blood flowing again and began her search. Most of the things they had stored in the basement were in boxes. She was sure there was something appropriate to gag herself, but she worried that she might drop the box or otherwise make too much noise while searching. The only item she could find was the family's dog's old nylon bone. The dog had only chewed it once and only for about a minute. He preferred rawhide. The bone had remained on the shelf because Sara was a packrat and she figured someday the dog might change his tune. It was a little small, but Sara thought she could at least bite down on it. The bone was dusty and probably still had remnants of dog slobber on it, but Sara was desperate and didn't want to risk the sound of running water in the slop sink.

She looked around a little more, hoping to find a substitute, but her search was in vain. It was now or never, Sara determined. The movie had at least an hour to run and there was no guarantee the kids would not watch another one. Sara's arousal was clearly in control. She had not cum for four days and that was three days too many in her book.

Sara moved back behind the boxes. The space was tight. Once again she started to rub her pussy and coat her fingers with juice. She was horrified by the thought of using the dog bone as a gag, but from her point of view, there was no alternative. Sara backed as far behind the boxes as she could. She got down on her knees. She didn't sit this time, but instead spread her legs as far as the boxes would allow.

Sara took her now slick right fingers and coated the top of the bone with her own fragrance. She put the bone in her mouth and bit down. The nylon was actually taste neutral. This is probably why the dog didn't like it. The small strip of pussy juice on the top of the bone was right beneath Sara's nose. She had become very in tune with her scent during the last two weeks and she could clearly smell the aroma. Sara took a deep whiff and leaned over. She didn't want to knock down the boxes when she came. She put her left arm under her forehead for support and jammed her right hand into her crotch. She alternated finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit, but was surprised to find she could not quite get over the top. Sara stroked herself faster and faster. Her mind played visions of her serving the women of last week and others. Celebrities, neighbors and people she had never even met. Sara could feel her climax approaching. She bit down harder on the bone to suppress her craving to yell out in pleasure. Her last thought before orgasm was what she must look like right then. Naked on her hands and knees with a dog bone in her mouth. She was rocking back a forth as if she was fucking an imaginary stud while her free hand frigged her pussy like a wanton slut. It was the perfect image to send Sara over the edge.


Sara's Training Ch. 01



Sara struggled not to scream and her forceful bite, aided by the bone, did its job to mask her cries of passion. Sara continued to frig her pussy as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her body. After she finished riding out the crest of her passion, Sara dropped the bone but otherwise remained in her submissive doggie-style position. Sara wasn't sure, but she thought she didn't hear the movie for a moment, then the sound was back. In disgust with herself, Sara decided the TV had been muted and maybe she had not been as quiet as she thought. Sara resolved that she had to get out of the basement before one of the kids came to investigate.

Sara spied the window well at the end of the basement. Luckily it was the escape hatch variety. She would easily fit inside and there was a built in ladder. But the hatch was at the wrong side of the house from the garage door. She would have to streak through the yard to make it to the service door. Sara heard movement in the basement and made up her mind. She dashed to the window and slid it open. As if driven by a hidden force, she was able to leap into the window well and grab the ladder. She slid the window closed again and started her climb. She pushed the window well cover open and raised her head just high enough to look around. Her ass was clearly visible to anyone looking at the window well from the inside, the handle of the plug black against her white skin.

Sara didn't see anyone on the street or near the neighbor's front door. Summoning all her courage, she climbed the rest of the ladder and made a mad dash for the relative safety of her back yard. She had to pause to open the gate, but fortunately it was dispatched without delay.

Sara's yard was planted with lots of bushes and had several trees. Sara determined that the odds of being seen from a neighbors yard were slim, if she moved fast. She tried to keep low behind the bushes that were close to the house. As she reached the kitchen, she had to come out of hiding to cross the deck. She looked around to see if there was a better route, but the only option was to go through the bushes near the fence. Sara quickly determined that the changes of being seen somewhere along the fence was too great. 

Once again Sara attempted to call upon all her courage and move back into the open. She scurried up onto the deck and grabbed the doorknob. She was sure the door was locked, but she had to try. It didn't budge so Sara raced around the other side of the house. Already exposed, she chose not to seek shelter from the bushes opting for being outside less time. As she reached the other corner of her house, Sara once again took refuge in the bushes. This side of the house would be a problem. There was no gate and there were no trees in the front to shield the view of a passerby.

Sara was panting from exerting herself and, to her horror, was turned on again. The combination of the butt plug and humiliation had restarted the fire in her pussy temporarily quenched by her earlier orgasm. As horny as she was becoming, Sara wasn't about to masturbate outside. Throwing caution to the wind, she left the safety of the bushes and ran to the fence. Placing both hands on the top, she leapt like a gazelle and cleared the fence in one motion. She then sprinted for the garage door.

She grabbed for the knob, but her momentum and slick hands prevented her from gripping it. She hooked a couple of fingers, throwing herself off balance and fell down into the flowerbed. Her sweaty body was now covered in dirt. Sara jumped back up. Her brain was on autopilot. She grabbed the doorknob ready to rip it off. To Sara's horror, it was locked. Sara paused, standing naked on the side of her house with her hand on the doorknob trying to think. Why was the door locked? Usually it was open, especially after the kids come home. Was she going to have to go back to the window well?

Sara heard a car on the street. She turned to look just as it passed the house. Sara was relieved that the car never slowed down and the driver did not turn his head. As a sense of relief washed over her, Sara's mind had a moment of clarity. There was a hide-a-key in the front yard. It was located in a fake pinecone near a big pine tree. Getting to the key would require crossing about a 20-foot space of open territory, but Sara didn't care. She had to get inside. Sara crouched at the edge of house looking both ways up the street. Her neighbor three house up was watering her flowers, but there were no cars. Sara figured she could get to the tree, find the key and get back in less than 30 seconds. She waited until her neighbor turned around, made one more quick scan for cars and headed out to the tree. Her peripheral vision was a blur. Sara was only concerned with what was directly in front of her. She reached the tree and dropped back to her knees. She was unconcerned with the dirt or the fact that she was mooning the world, her plugged ass and dripping slit on display for anyone who cared to look.

There were several pinecones on the ground and Sara frantically searched for the one containing her prize. It took a little longer than she estimated, but she finally was able to dash back to the house. As she turned the corner, Sara looked back up the street. Her neighbor just waved. Humiliated beyond words, Sara quickly opened the garage door, stepped inside and furiously frigged her pussy. Within seconds she exploded into her second orgasm of the afternoon, leaning on the car for support. As Sara came down from her high, she noticed the service door to the garage was still open.

Sara shut the door and moved quietly to the inside door. She slowly peaked inside trying to determine where the kids were located. As luck would have it, perhaps her first luck on the day, she heard the TV from the basement. Sara hoped both kids were watching the movie as she crept into the house. She wanted to run, but knew that her steps would be clearly audible in the basement. That might bring them upstairs to find out where she had been. Instead she slowly tiptoed across the carpet. As she snuck through the living room, she was horrified to see the blinds were still open. Sara knew she had to move as quietly as she could. There was no way to quickly move past the window. About half way across the room, Sara began to feel relief again, but it was short lived. A convertible, filled with high school boys came around the corner. As it passed the house, it suddenly slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop. Sara, drawn by the noise, looked out the picture window. The boys stared then the driver honked the horn. The driver was Jordan. He lived down the street. Sara could think of nothing to do but wave and continue her slow journey across the room. When she reached the stairs, she picked up the pace. 

Sara made it into her bedroom without being caught by her kids. She hurriedly locked the door. She was sticky with a mixture of sweat, dirt and on her thighs, pussy juice. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was a mess and her whole body was blushing. Her pussy lips were puffy, her nipples were hard and her clit was peaking out from its hood. Lost in the lust her body was displaying, Sara sat down on the edge of the bathtub and brought herself off again. This time she held a towel over her mouth. It was much better than the dog bone.

Her journey took most of the afternoon. By the time her third orgasm had finally quenched Sara's fire, it was already 3pm. Sara needed to shower and clean up. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling and Sara felt alive. She took a luxurious hot shower allowing the rivulets of water to cascade over her head and down her body. Sara was careful to wash her entire body. She didn't want any signs of her afternoon betraying her. By 4pm she was out of the shower and back into her clothes. Sara carefully hid the butt plug and the Ben Wa balls. She would have to return them another day. 

Frank came home right on time. His efforts with the out-of-state problem account were beginning to bear fruit. They were happier which made Jim Anderson happier. Frank started to think he might be in line for a big promotion. After a simple dinner, Frank suggested the family go to see a movie. The kids said they were not interested, after all that is how they spent their afternoon. Sara thought it was a fine idea. Unburdened with having to pick a movie the whole family could agree on, Frank let Sara pick a sappy romantic comedy. Shortly after the movie began, Sara put her head on Frank's shoulder and leaned into him. Frank took the hint and put his arm around his wife.

Sara stayed this way for the better part of an hour. He was contented in Frank's arms and very happy. As the third reel of the film started, Sara got a nasty idea. She excused herself to go to the washroom. Once inside the stall, she removed her pants and took off her panties. Placing them in her purse, she put her pants back on and headed into the theater. On her way back to her seat, she took note of where the people sitting around them were located. Fortunately this movie was nearing the end of its run and the theater was not crowded.

Sara sat down and leaned back onto Frank, holding both of her arms together in front of her. Frank obligingly put his arm back around her. After a couple of minutes, Sara gingerly began tracing her finger up and down Frank's thigh. He looked down at his wife, but she did not return his gaze. Sara's head was looking down at his lap. Her leisurely finger action was starting to have an effect on Frank. He started to get a hard-on. Kind of a half-staff at first, but as soon as Sara noticed, she started rubbing the bulge. Quickly Frank was at full erection, straining at the front of his jeans. Sara lifted her head and looked around. Nobody was in their row, and from what she could remember, nobody was behind them. She unzipped Frank's fly. Immediately he pulled on her shoulder as if to say stop. Sara was unrelenting. She pulled out Frank's cock and started giving it a series of good squeezes. Sara looked up at Frank's face as he released the pressure on her shoulder. Now it was Frank's turn to look around and Sara started stroking his shaft up and down. 

This sudden turn of events both shocked and excited Frank. He knew he could be arrested for indecent exposure, but at the same time, he thought the risk was minimal. Unless somebody walked down the aisle, he didn't think anyone would see what was happening. The film seemed to be almost over, so Frank figured he had to act fast. He took his hand and guided Sara's head down into his lap. She wasn't expecting this, but clearly it excited her. As she took him in her mouth, Sara could feel her pussy moisten. Sara could tell Frank was exited too. His cock was harder than she had felt it in a long time. It pulsated in her mouth. She knew he would come quickly. That was fine with her. What started as a little tease had quickly gone out of control. Less than a minute after Sara took Frank in her mouth, he stiffened and shot a deluge of cum into her mouth. Sara did her best to swallow it all, but some ran out the side of her mouth. She promptly zipped Frank back up and sat upright. The small stream on semen on the side of her mouth glistened is the light from the projector as she smiled at Frank. Without saying a word, she took Frank's hand. He apparently did not notice she had unzipped her pants as she guided his fingers below. Frank was greeted with a warm and inviting pussy, simmering in its natural liquid. Frank started to move his fingers up and down as Sara started to mew. Just then his expression changed. He realized she had not been wearing her panties. Looking at his face, Sara could tell from his eyes what he was thinking. She reached over to her purse and pulled up the garment before pushing it back down.

Frank nodded approvingly and began to rub her clit. Sara tilted her head backward and started to arch her back. Just then the movie ended. Although the house lights were still off, people in rows in front of the happy couple started standing up. Frank quickly removed his hand. Sara struggled with her zipper and could not secure her pants fast enough so she pulled her purse onto her lap. Frank looked her square in the eyes and put his finger in her mouth to suck. Sara was humiliated. Everyone walking up the aisle could see them if they were paying attention. Even so, it excited her and she dutifully cleaned off his finger.

After all the people in front of them left, Sara finally zipped up her pants. As they stood and turned to leave, Sara saw several people still sitting behind them. Sara imagined each one of them know what had just transpired. She could not look them in the eye. Instead she took fleeting glances to see if anybody was watching them as they exited the theater. 

When they got back to the car, Frank asked what brought on Sara's "naughtiness." She said she was just feeling very close to him after being in his arms for so long. Sara explained she just wanted to tease him a little and get him hard so he would want to make love later. Frank said that was a fine idea, but he was also pleased (and what man wouldn't be) with what happened in the theater. 

They drove home in silence. Sara thought about trying to start the conversation about fantasies, but instead chose to leave the kinkiness of the evening to speak for itself. If Frank enjoyed getting blown in public, perhaps she could convince him to do more.

The kids were in bed by the time Frank and Sara got home. Frank said he was tired, but Sara said she was going to stay up for a while. Frank went to bed while Sara went to the den to check their email. Mistress Heather still had not sent a message. The voicemail light was flashing. Sara's heart raced that Mistress Heather may have called back. The caller ID showed two numbers. One was Heather's and one looked like a telemarketer. Sara dialed the access number and started to play the voicemail. Her heart was racing and her blood pressure was rising. Alas, the telemarketer was the one who left the message. Something about a timeshare. Sara deleted the message with disgust.

Determined that if Mistress Heather was not going to leave a message Sara would have to make contact, she sat down to compose an email to her goddess. Sara retold the story of what happened Saturday night after Heather had left as well has the details of her day trapped in the basement and her evening at the movies. She pleaded with Mistress Heather to give her instructions about how they were to proceed. Sara promised to be home tomorrow and said she would pick up the phone immediately. By the time she was finished composing the email, about 2 hours had past. It was now after midnight. The familiar itch was back in Sara's crotch. Confessing her sins to her mistress had aroused the housewife. She was almost disappointed Frank had cum in her mouth. If he hadn't, maybe he would be ready to satisfy her now. Sara began to play with her pussy one final time for the day. She played her favorite submission movie on the PC and quickly had a small, but satisfying orgasm. As she was about to log off, she thought better of it. She opened Outlook and dispatched a short email to Mistress Heather about what she had just done. She hoped her honestly would stimulate Mistress Heather's appreciation for her.

Sara shut down the PC and headed back to bed. She slid under the covers without waking Frank. In the morning, he was gone. She must have slept past the alarm. She was dreaming when she thought she heard the alarm, but it was not going off. When she looked at the clock it was 9:40. A sickening notion entered her brain as she picked up the phone. Of course. It had happened again. Another missed call from Mistress Heather. How could this be? Sara never slept late. Her four orgasms the day before must have taken their toll.

Sara got out of bed and headed to the PC. There was an email waiting for her.

"I see you don't follow through on your promises," began the message from Mistress Heather. "Obviously you have decided to go out instead of waiting for my call. No matter. There are plenty of other sluts I can spend my time with. After your emails from yesterday I really thought you had potential. Cindy certainly spoke highly of the way you were progressing. I thought you were ready for your formal training to begin, but I guess I was wrong. I will be out of town this weekend. Perhaps next week were can get together if you prove yourself worthy. This weekend prove to me you are a slut. I don't care what you do, but do it for me and send me proof. Pictures, video, personal testimonial from the participants, I don't care what it is. Do this for me and prove you can follow directions or consider us finished. - Mistress Heather."

Sara read and reread the email. She was shivering with the thought of never being with Mistress Heather again. She didn't know what she could do, but at least she had three days to figure it out. Sara sent an email back to Mistress Heather apologizing. She explained that she was worn out from the day before and had slept in. Sara accepted Mistress Heather's terms and told her she would not be disappointed again.

Mistress Heather responded quickly that Sara had just one chance left. She would check her email Monday morning and if she didn't have a message from Sara proving her worth, the deal was off. Mistress Heather would order Jim, Cindy, Maggie, Andi, and Susan not to have anything to do with her. Sara thought about calling Mistress Heather back and pleading to see her. Somehow she knew that would not work. Mistress Heather had challenged her and she had to come through.

Freed from having to wait around the house for Mistress Heather to call, Sara spent the morning running errands and trying to catch up on the chores from during the week. She even drove by the mall thinking about stopping at Maggie's. She was sure Maggie and Andi could help her act like a slut. Sara sat in the parking lot contemplating whether to go in or not. Finally her lust got the better of her and she walked into the mall. She walked purposely up to the Professional Woman store and went inside. Andi greeted her with a big smile.

"Mistress Heather sent out an email this morning telling the group you might be looking for help," were the first words out of Andi's mouth. "We thought of something. It might not be enough, but it is a start. Let me get Maggie."

Maggie came out from the office and gave Sara a big hug.

"I was hoping you would come by. I think I have the answer to your dilemma," Maggie said gleefully. "Come on back to the office."

Sara followed Maggie back. She was still enthralled by the movement of Maggie's butt. Even if they couldn't help her pass Mistress Heather's task, she was glad she visited.

Once in her office Maggie told Sara to sit down. She proceeded to explain her plan. Mistress Heather had tasked Sara to prove she was a slut, but not told her exactly what to do. Maggie said that gave them some latitude. Maggie said she and Andi had talked about it and thought a public orgasm caught on videotape would do the trick. Sara would take off her clothes in the store. Maggie would lend her a coat and some boots. Sara could spend time masturbating in the shop to speed things up, but when she was close to cumming, she would have to go into the mall, open the coat and finish. Andi would follow with a small video camera to document what she had done. Sara was not crazy about the idea, but being at a loss for an alternate option she agreed.

"Great," said Maggie. "Now there is only the matter of our fee to provide this service. "

Sara could guess what the fee would be. She slid out of the chair and crawled over to Maggie's chair. 

"You have learned fast. Mistress Heather will be happy when I report that you just did that without being asked. Will you now eat my pussy until I cum?" questioned the statuesque brunette. 




Sara's Training Ch. 01



"Of course," replied Sara.

"Ok. Quick like a bunny, get under my desk," instructed Maggie.

Sara crawled around and squeezed under the desk. Maggie explained she always thought the guy office fantasy of getting a secret blowjob while conducting business was hot. She always wanted to try it for herself. Maggie spread her legs. Sara was now looking up her short skirt. Maggie was not wearing underwear. Sara though back to what Andi had said about Mistress Heather telling the group what Sara's task was and wondering if she was really so predictable that Maggie knew she would stop by. Her thoughts were short lived as Maggie told her to get to work and pulled her head under her skirt.

Sara diligently began lapping at Maggie's pussy. She even inserted a couple of fingers and tenderly began to finger fuck the older woman. Maggie was moaning softly. She pressed the intercom and told Andi to come inside.

"You were right, Andi," Sara heard Maggie say. "She arrived just as you predicted, agreed to our plan and is giving me the most wonderful licking right now."

"It doesn't take much effort to predict what a slut will do," replied Andi. "I'll go find a coat and boots for her to wear and grab the video camera."

Andi returned with the clothes and a pocket sized video camera. She returned just in time to film Maggie's orgasm. Maggie's hands hit the table several times and her orgasm ripped through her. Andi wondered what the sound was like under the desk. At least Sara would know when Maggie climaxed.

Maggie rolled her chair back and Sara began to climb out from underneath the desk. Andi had a perfect view of Sara's glistening face as she emerged. Sara blushed when she saw the camera.

"Thank you Sara," Maggie stated with genuine affection in her voice. "But it is time to get you naked."

Sara began to take off her clothes. While undressing she noticed the coat was a little longer than she had assumed Andi would pick out. It was leather, no doubt from the secret storeroom and about 3/4 length. Next Sara spied the boots. They were leather thigh highs with what looked to be a 3-inch heel. Sara had never worn thigh high boots before. She wondered what they would feel like.

It only took a matter of moments for Sara to shed her garments. She quickly wrapped the coat over her naked body. It took a little longer to add the boots, but once they were zipped up, Sara had to admit they looked great. The coat managed to cover her ass and pussy with a few inches to spare. Sara was thankful for that. There was about a 5-inch gap between the top of the boots and the bottom of the coat. Sara noticed her reflection in the mirror screamed look at me.

Determined to get this task over, Sara walked out of the office and back to the front of the store. Maggie and Andi watched closely as Sara twirled giving them the full view. Andi voiced her approval, but Maggie said something was missing. Sara was led back to the leather room. She was worried Maggie would make her wear a collar. Instead Maggie grabbed a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter belt.

"The fishnets will draw the eye better than your bare skin," Maggie reasoned. "Take the boots off and let's get these back on."

Sara sat down on the small bench and removed the boots. Maggie then took each leg in turn and sensually unwrapped the stockings onto Maggie's legs. Each time she reached the top of the stocking, Maggie's hand reached up and stroked Sara's slit a couple of times to make sure she was on-board with the plan. The first time Maggie did that, Sara reflexively flinched backward. After the second stocking, Sara slid forward to make for contact. Maggie obliged her with a couple of extra strokes, then stopped with a not yet look at the easily excitable girl. Maggie helped Sara put the boots back on and had her stand in front of the mirror. Sara thought Maggie was right about the stockings. The netting effect made her legs look somewhat covered. It was not as obvious that she didn't have a skirt on under the coat. You had to strain your eyes a little, but if you did notice, the look was much sluttier.

Maggie took position behind Sara and reached her arms around Sara's waist. "You look like a vision in this getup," she stated with authority. Maggie let her hands roam over Sara's stomach and hips, but paid careful attention not to hit any of Sara's joy spots. Maggie could feel Sara start to swoon slightly and press her butt backward looking for contact. Sara's body language was clear, so Maggie reached up and unzipped the front of the coat about half way down. This left Sara open for Maggie to reach inside the coat and start kneading her breasts. Maggie fondled Sara for a couple of minutes. Sara's breathing was becoming more ragged and she continued pushing her ass back into Maggie, only now with more frequency. Maggie removed her right hand and snuck it under the back of Sara's coat. "Spread your legs for me. Give me access to that luscious pussy of yours," Maggie demanded. Sara complied immediately as Maggie sought out her moistening lips. With her left hand Maggie now took grip on Sara's nipple, pulling and twisting it to full hardness.

Sara was now bent over keeping a watchful eye on the mirror enjoying all of Maggie's attention. Maggie was expertly manipulating the young girl, turning her on and preparing her for another trip through the mall. Sara knew the woman on display. It was her wanton inner slut. She also knew this is exactly who Mistress Heather wanted her to be and he was happy to provide the persona. Sensing how much Sara was enjoying herself, Maggie slowed down her assistance. Sara was going to have to finish herself in public to comply with Mistress Heather's orders.

"There is one more item I need for you," said Maggie. "While I go and get it, I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. I want one finger in your pussy and one finger in your ass. Imagine you're getting double penetrated again like last weekend at the Anderson's. Oh, by the way... if you cum before you are out in the mall, I'll give you such a beating you will not sit down for a week." With that, Maggie walked out of the room.

Sara sighed. She wanted nothing more than to put a finger in her pussy, but she worried that after all the stimulation she had just received from Maggie, she would not be able to hold back the orgasm building within her. Sara took the middle finger on her right hand and slowly slid it into her wetness. She did not feel the need to suck on her finger first for lubrication. She knew it would not meet resistance. Sara made sure to give herself four or five good strokes with that finger. She then pulled it out and reached behind her. She spread her cheek with her left hand and quickly inserted the right finger knuckle deep in her asshole. Her ass quickly snapped shut around the intruder. Even after wearing the butt plug on multiple occasions, Sara still was not accustomed to being penetrated in that manner. Sara now moved her left hand back to her pussy and again inserted the middle finger. This time she found her pussy even wetter than a minute earlier. While she rode her middle finger, Sara rubbed her clit with her thumb. Looking back in the mirror, Sara liked what she saw. Her face was flush with the look of an impending climax. This excited Sara even more. As Sara continued to manipulate her clit and alternately penetrate her ass and pussy, her moans of pleasure grew louder. Within two minutes of Maggie leaving her alone, Sara was reduced to a quivering mess.

Maggie returned carrying a small, odd-looking device with straps attached. "Enough of that for now," she said. "Pull your hands away and put them behind your head." Obeying this request had the effect of pressing Sara's breasts outward where the nipples found simulation pressing against the leather of the coat. "I borrowed Andi's butterfly for your adventure. You can pay her back later. Just in case you have trouble cumming in public, this should help."

Sara looked at the odd contraption. She was ready to cum whether in public or private so she wasn't sure the butterfly was necessary, but she wasn't about to argue about a new way to be stimulated. Maggie had Sara step into the straps and tightened the waistband. Maggie explained that the butterfly was a two-speed clit teaser meant to be work under a woman's clothes. Speed one was generally use to keep the woman on simmer. As she switched it on, Sara swooned. "Of course in your case, speed one is probably all you need," snickered Maggie. "I'll make you a deal, if you manage to walk all the way to Victoria's Secret, I call Susan and have her switch it to speed two."

Sara didn't think she would last that long. She didn't think she would make it out of the store. "I need to get going, Maggie," Sara said. "If I don't get out there, I'm going to come on the spot." 

"Ok, my love. You may go. Zip the coat up. Andi will follow you at a safe distance with the camera. When you are ready to come, make sure she has a clean shot of you or the orgasm doesn't count. You may need to have a couple just to be sure we get good footage for Mistress Heather. By the way, she will definitely want to see footage of you flashing the camera," Maggie said with a cruel smile.

Sara didn't care about the details. She moved quickly to the front of the store, grabbing Andi's hand on the way by the counter. Andi barely grabbed the video camera before she was hustled out the door by the impatient Sara. Several customers browsing the clothing racks seemed confused by the leather-clad outfit. Maggie explained that Sara was taking part in a dare by Andi.

The insistent buzzing of the butterfly on Sara's clit was maddening. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would climax. Andi suggest that she move ahead of Sara and film her walking through the center of the mall. Sara didn't care as long has her path took her toward Victoria's Secret and Susan turning up the vibration. Sara nervously looked around as she strode through the mall. Andi kept on the move, one step ahead of her, trying to keep her in the center of the frame. As they approached the food court, Sara knew the end was near. She waved Andi over and told her she needed to find a place to cum. With the same wicked smile Andi had given her in Maggie's office, she told Sara to sit on a bench at a resting area in the middle of the walkway. 

"I can't do that," protested Sara

"If you prefer, I can keep you walking around until you cum standing up," replied the young girl. "This will be fun. I'll sit on the bench on the opposite side. You will have your orgasm and I will tape you not trying to move or make a sound."

Sara glared at Andi. How does she come up with these ideas? But time was short and Sara knew that Andi's plan was better than cumming while walking through the crowded food court.

Sara sat down, crossed her legs and put her hand in her lap. Andi took up her position, although her view was partially obstructed by people walking through the sitting area. Sara tried to discretely rub her thighs together to hasten the inevitable. She closed her eyes are try to picture herself on her knees in front of Mistress Heather. A brushing against her knee roused her from her fantasy. A woman carrying numerous shopping bags had bumped into her.

Looking back to Andi, Sara sought guidance. Andi breathlessly mouthed the words, "spread your legs." Sara did so without thinking. Andi continued giving her instructions like a third base coach. "Unzip the coat down past your nipples." "Lift the front higher on your thighs." "Put pressure on the butterfly with your hands."

Sara followed each instruction. Each time she felt her pussy constrict and felt closer to orgasm. Anyone sitting across from her could see right up the coat and knew she was panty-less. This turned Sara on as Andi focused the camera filming her humiliation and arousal. Anyone on the second floor would know she was not wearing a bra or even a shirt under the coat. Sara heard people walking around her, but she was totally focused on Andi and the buzzing on her clit.

Finally, about a minute later, Sara let go. Careful not to arouse suspicion, Sara closed her eye, gritted her teeth and tried not to give any outward appearance of impropriety as a massive orgasm overtook her body. Anyone looking at her would certainly have noticed her shaking, but Sara was too far-gone to care. Andi did her best to film the epicenter of Sara's debasement, but several people walked between the two women blocking the view of the camera several times. Still, the footage would clearly show Sara quaking in ecstasy in plain view of anyone who cared to look. All too soon, at least from Andi's position, although probably not from Sara's, the orgasm ran its course and Sara began to come to her senses. She looked around convinced everyone would be staring at her. To her relief, she did not see a crowd waiting for her next move. A couple of high school girls had arrived on the scene and were moving past Sara with big smiles on their faces. Sara blushed realizing they had watched her performance.

Sara stood up and moved over to where Andi was sitting. She noticed Andi's nipples per as hard as her own. At least Andi got some enjoyment too, she thought. "That was amazing. Let's head back to the store," Sara commented. "Not just yet," replied Andi. "There were some people blocking my view and you still have not flashed me. Plus Susan will be disappointed if you don't visit her. Don't you want the butterfly turned up?"

Sara pondered Andi's last statement. Truthfully, she was spent. She really didn't want the butterfly turned up right now. However, she also knew by the time she walked back to the store, she would be ready to beg for another release. Sara always took a little longer to cum the second time and she wondered if the low setting on the butterfly would be enough. If Maggie and Andi didn't have mercy on her and help her cum, she might be left horny and without release. She decided Andi was right and they should continue their quest.

"I have an idea," offered Andi. "Victoria's Secret is upstairs. Instead of taking the escalator, use the glass elevator. Wait until nobody is getting on, then flash me through the glass." Sara wasn't sure about that, but at least she would have some cover. She reluctantly agreed and started walking to the elevator. Andi took the escalator and took position on the walkway opposite the elevator. Sara had to wait through three round trips before her chance to have the elevator alone presented itself. Sara entered the elevator, pushed the button for the second floor and unzipped the coat. Summoning up her courage, she turned around, pulled open the coat and pressed her body to the glass. The only sound Sara heard was the beating of her heart. She then heard the clacking sound of the butterfly wedged against the glass and the smell of her own arousal. She quickly backed away from the glass a just had enough time to pull the coat shut as the doors were opening. The fire between her legs had returned. She was determined to cover the distance to Victoria's Secret as quickly as possible. Sara exited the elevator with her hands in the coat pockets holding it closed as tightly as possible. As she was exiting, two young moms entered, each with a baby carriage. "Whew," said the first one. "What's that smell?" The second one looked straight at Sara and the door's shut.

Sara had too many other things on her mind to worry about what the two moms thought of her. She turned ready to make a dash to the sanctuary of Susan's store, when her face came squarely in contact with the chest of a security guard. She looked up and saw a hulking giant of a man. He was at least 6 foot 4 inches tall, black and his head was shaved. Sara's brief encounter with his chest left her head dazed. He was obviously very muscular like a former football player. Her wore a nametag that said Sam.

"Just what do you think you are doing, miss?" he questioned, his baritone voice resonating through Sara's head. She stammered for an answer, but could not find her voice.

"We have you on surveillance tape walking around the mall and my partner saw what you did in the elevator. I'm afraid we are going to have to call the police. Sara turned to run. If she was arrested her family would find out and her reputation would be ruined. The security guard, obviously prepared for such an event quickly grabbed Sara's arm and pushed her face first into the wall next to the elevator door.

"Don't make it worse for yourself, miss. We deal with enough shoplifters and crazy guys to handle the likes of you."

Sara continued to struggle, frantic to find a way out. Perhaps if Andi were here she could explain or maybe she could distract the guard.

But Sam was far too experienced to let anything happen to his prize. In his years as a security guard he had learned how to stay focused when taking down a prep. Everyday he dealt with shoplifters and vagrants. He was on a first name basis with every patrol officer in the area. Hardly a day went by that somebody was not arrested. Working quickly, Sam kicked Sara's legs apart. He then pulled each arm behind her back quickly snapping his handcuffs on her wrists. Although her clothes left little to the imagination, Sam gave her a quick pat down. If questioned, his official response would be it was policy to check for shoplifting. In reality, it was because he enjoyed the power his position allowed him to exercise. After frisking the now frightened young girl, he spun Sara around. Without her hands to protect her, Sara's coat swung open wildly. Her naked body on display, Sam took an inventory of the woman. She was attractive, that was for sure. Her hard nipples, dripping pussy and buzzing vibrator intrigued Sam. This was not his everyday detention. 

"My, my," exclaimed the security guard. "This is a first. I think we had better get you down to the holding cell until we figure out what is going on." Sara was humiliated beyond words. "Don't worry honey, I'll zip up that coat for you." Sam eagerly took both sides of Sara's coat and fit the two sides of the zipper together. He slowly, much slower than necessary thought Sara, pulled the zipper up while holding the bottom of the coat together. Sam's eyes focused intensely on Sara's as if having a staring contest. Sara felt him looking into her soul. By the time he was half way done with the zipper, Sara could no longer hold his gaze and cast her eyes downward. It was then she noticed the bulge in his pants. It was large and it was growing. "This pervert is enjoying this," Sara thought to herself, missing the irony of her calling someone else a pervert.

As the zipper reached the top of the coat, Sam let go of the bottom and casually touched the front of the butterfly. Sara had almost forgot it was on. It could have been a mistake, but in Sara's state she was sure it was not. The slight added pressure brought stronger sensations to Sara's clit. She jumped back, her eyes locking once again on Sam's. Sam just smiled.

The walk back to the security office was long and distracting. Sara had grown to enjoy being restrained over the last couple of weeks and the feelings of helplessness from Sam's handcuffs were having an effect. The constant buzz of the butterfly and the fear of the unknown about what was going to happen had Sara on the edge of another major orgasm. Sam was explaining that the security cameras had tracked Sara as she walked around the mall. The footage was not clear enough of her sitting by the food court to tell she had an orgasm, but Sam told her he thought she had. He added the elevator camera clearly showed her pulling her coat open and flashing the mall. "We don't take too kindly to that kind of behavior, miss. This is a family mall," he said matter of fatly. "My partner noticed the other girl filming you. She will not get away."




Sara's Training Ch. 02



As Sara slumped in the chair, Glenda paced back and forth. She alternately looked at Sara, then Andi and Sam as if contemplating her options. "Sam, what are we going to do?" she began. "We have two nice sluts here. No waiting."

Sam looked at the scene before him. He did not find Glenda attractive. No man in his right mind would. She could go from friendly to bitch in seconds. Still he did enjoy sharing his conquests with her. Most of the girls they caught shoplifting would never consider making charges against him when they learned they would have to admit that had eaten Glenda's pussy. Glenda could be very forceful when she wanted to be. Because of her size, she didn't get regular sex. She had found her best option was submissive girls, but even they were getting harder to find and more attractive dooms filled the local scene. Her job as a security guard worked well for her. Even the ones who did not like pussy would be mesmerized by Sam's cock and eventually agree to do her in order to get at him. 

Andi sat back and watched as the scene unfolded. She had heard about Sam through the grapevine. A woman who had shoplifted in Professional Woman had even told Maggie a story about Sam's prowess. Andi was ready to find out first hand. Although she primarily enjoyed the company of women, Andi was not beyond taking pleasure from being penetrated by a man, especially when there were no strings attached. Based on the tent pole in Sam's pants, Andi guessed he could satisfy both Sara and herself.

"OK sluts," began Glenda. "I know what I want. I think Sara needs a little more rest, so we're going to start with you Andi. I'm going to take off your handcuffs. You're not going to try and run are you?"

"No mam," answered Andi.

"Good. After I remove the cuffs I want you to take off your clothes. Every last stitch. I don't want you changing your mind about leaving us before we are satisfied. "

Andi was not going anywhere. It had been several days since she and Maggie last played and she was primed for some attention. Andi quickly shed her clothes. Sam and Glenda smiled. Andi was as beautiful as Sara.

"Be a dear, Andi, and put your hands back behind your back again."

Andi complied and Sam quickly reapplied the cuffs.

"OK girls," Glenda said as if passing sentence. "You are about to meet first hand one of Chicago's best cocks. If I could have your full attention please."

Glenda wasted no time unfastening Sam's belt and unbuttoning his trousers. With one swift motion, she pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles. With her guidance, Sam quickly pulled off his pants. The two made a good team. They had done this countless times before. Sam's cock was stiff, but not fully erect. Andi thought it looked angry. Sara still wasn't thinking. She was, even now, just recovering from the orgasm she achieved humping the table.

Sam knew the drill. He started rocking his hips causing his cock to sway back and forth. Andi and Sara's eyes followed the bouncing head as if they were watching a tennis match. They were mesmerized as they watched it grow harder. For her part, Glenda was watching the girls. She enjoyed the view of white girls seeing their first big black cock. She could tell Andi was particularly enthralled. Glenda knew Andi would soon be eating out of her hand.

Glenda moved behind Sam, reached around and gently grabbed his cock. Slowly lifting it up and down, she asked the girls if this is what they wanted? Both Andi and Sara nodded in agreement.

Glenda: "Andi, it seems like you enjoy bossing Sara around. Is this correct?" 

Andi: "Yes mam. Both Maggie and I enjoy Sara's willingness to serve."

Glenda: "Maggie? You mean the owner of Professional Woman?"

Andi: "That is correct."

Glenda: "I would not have guessed that. I always thought she was an uptight society bitch. I may have to pay her a visit."

Andi snickered to herself. She knew Glenda was not Maggie's type, but it would be fun watching Glenda make fun of herself trying to seduce her boss.

Glenda: "As I was starting to say... Andi, you have enjoyed having Sara serve you in the past. I think today it is only fair that you switch places and serve her. Besides, she needs to rest a little more before we break her in. I want you on your knees. Sam is hard, but not hard enough. Why don't you put that pretty little mouth of yours to good work and get him rock solid."

Andi smiled. Maggie made her suck her strap-on often enough. It would be a nice change to get a real dick in her mouth. Andi slid off the chair and took a position in front of Sam. Glenda was still waving Sam's cock back and forth. Without the use of her hands, Andi was forced to bob her head in unison with Glenda's pace and try to capture his tool. This was Glenda's favorite part of the game. Each time Andi got close, Glenda would move his cock the other way. Then she would bring it back and slap it against Andi's face. After the first couple of times, Glenda started taunting the young girl.

Glenda: "What's wrong Andi? Can't you get Sam's dick in your mouth? What kind of slut are you? Certainly you have sucked cock before, haven't you?"

Andi: "Not often mam and each of those men were more than happy to shove it in my face."

Glenda: "Is that what you want me to do little girl?"

Andi: "No mam. I mean, yes mam. I mean, please just hold it still."

Glenda liked that Andi was getting flustered. She released Sam's cock and told Andi to continue. Glenda moved back around Sam and over to where Sara sat while Andi began to gobble Sam's cock. 

Glenda began messaging Sara's breasts and teasingly rubbing Sara's pussy while they watched the performance in front of them.

Glenda: "Do you like the vision before you?"

Sara: "It is exciting."

Glenda: "Do you think Andi is sexy."?

Sara: "Yes. We've been together a couple of times."

Glenda: "Look at Sam's cock. Have you ever had one as beautiful as that before?"

Sara: "No. It is kind of scary."

Glenda: "Scary because it is black?"

Sara: "No, scary because of its width."

Glenda continued quizzing Sara about her experiences while she teased the helpless housewife. Andi was doing the best she could, but without the use of her hands, she was struggling. Never before had she not been able to make a man cum within just a few minutes of taking him in her mouth. Without being able to stroke him, however, she was limited in how much of his staff she could stimulate. Andi was not adept at taking a cock down her throat, a lacking skill that Sam noticed.

Sam: "Damn girl, you are going to need to work on your cock-sucking skills if we are going to ever be together again. I'd bet Sara over there could take the whole thing."

Andi was disappointed. She had never received a complaint before about her talents. She determined to redouble her efforts to bring him off. She began sucking harder and bobbing her head up and down faster. Sam just laughed at her efforts. He liked having the saliva drooling out of her mouth, but there was no way he was going to end the afternoon with just a simple blowjob. He was far too in control of his emotions for that to happen.

"You are just pathetic. I'd get more pleasure humping the table like Sara over there," Sam bellowed. It wasn't true, of course, but he knew the statement would help maintain his control over Andi.

Sam gave a quick wave to Glenda who stood back up and grabbed Sara by the arm.

"Your turn," she said as she removed Sara's handcuffs. "Lay back on the table with your butt on the edge and spread your legs." Sara complied immediately.

Sam: "Now Andi, I know you've done this before. Let's see if your pussy licking is better than your dick sucking. Get busy. I need her good and wet so I can fuck her."

Andi stood up, walked around the table and then got back on her knees between Sara's legs. Andi knew she could accomplish this task. Although she wished her hands were free, she knew she could bring Sara off with just her tongue. Andi found Sara's pussy already wet and inviting. Glenda's teasing had done its job and rekindled Sara's desires. Sam and Glenda took positions on opposite sides of the table. Sam placed his cock in Sara's left hand. She immediately knew what he wanted and started to stroke it. Sara expected Glenda to tell her to finger her, but instead she pickup up the camcorder Andi had been using and began to film the action.

"As long as your mistress wants proof of what a slut you are, Sara, we are happy to oblige. Be a good girl and look into the camera. I'm sure your mistress wants to see your pretty face."

Sara turned her head toward Glenda who zoomed the viewfinder in tight on Sara's face. The expression she showed was one of pure lust. Glenda then slowly zoomed out to show Sara's hand keeping Sam hard while Andi happily slurped away at her pussy. For her part, Andi was happy to be giving Sara pleasure. Andi had been taught well by Maggie how to satisfy a pussy with her tongue, and within minutes she had Sara withering on the table, rocking back and forth. Glenda moved behind Andi to establish a point of view shot just in time to film Sara cumming. Although not as powerful as when she was masturbating on the desk, Sara felt satisfied.

Glenda: "Very good job Andi. Someone has obviously taught you how to service a pussy properly."

Andi: "Thank you. Maggie always said I have certain talents."

Glenda moved back over to the chairs, slide her skirt and panties off and sat down. "Let's see just how talented you are. Get between my legs and don't stop until I tell you," she practically yelled.

Andi was disappointed she was not going to get Sam's dick right then, but she dutifully changed position and began to service the fat woman's pussy. Andi was repulsed by the smell and taste. Obviously this woman did not take care of her body. Andi made a mental note to concentrate of Glenda's clit and try to finish her as quickly as she could. For her part, Glenda squeezed her legs together and held Andi's head tightly. She also grabbed Andi's hair and forced her to work up and down her slit whenever she felt Andi was not being enthusiastic enough.

As Andi continued her duties, Sam moved between the legs of a very compliant Sara. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he slid her down so her ass was hanging off the table.

"I'm going to fuck you good, so you might want to hold onto something," he told her. Lying on her back, the only thing Sara could hold onto was the table edge near her butt.

Sam wrapped his strong arms around Sara's legs and lifted her so her pussy was at the level of his cock, about 3 inches above the level of her head. He positioned the cock head at the entrance to Sara's pussy and slowly started to insert it. If he was concerned that Sara would not be wet enough to allow him to enter easily, he did not need to be. Sam eased his cock into Sara with the straightforwardness of a man who knew exactly how to satisfy a woman. He went slowly, but never paused to let Sara catch her breath.

When he was finally buried all the way, Sam paused for about 10 seconds. Looking Sara in the eyes, he asked, "Are you ready for a serious pounding?"

Sara nodded.

Sam began rhythmically thrusting into the overheated woman. He started easy taking only about 4 inches out each stroke. So far Sara thought this wasn't that different than Frank, except for the width. Soon, however, Sam had built up his pace and was taking at least 8 inches out each stroke. Other than her brief encounter with Cindy's strap-on, Sara had never felt so full. Sam was tireless. His upper body strength made it easy to support Sara's legs so her butt was free to float on his cock. Sara held onto the table for dear life. If she let go, she worried she would fly across the room. Sara's breasts were bouncing back and forth wildly. Her scream of passion echoed off the walls. The confined space made them seem louder. Glenda in particular was starting to get annoyed. She like hearing her new play toy's slurps and Sara was preventing that.

Grabbing Andi's head and pulling it back, she motioned for the girl to pick up her panties. "Stick these in that slut's mouth. I'm getting exhausted just listening to her. Andi was happy to jam Glenda's panties in Sara's mouth. If they smelled half a bad as Glenda's pussy, Sara would soon be gagging and might shut up. Andi was jealous that she had not been fucked yet. Sam was certainly going to town on Sara. Andi was worried that he would cum before she got her chance. After putting the panties in Sara's mouth, Andi kneeled down next to Glenda. She felt fortunate that Glenda did not pull her back down to service her further. For the time being, Glenda was satisfied watching Sam and Sara.

Glenda's panties served as an adequate gag. Sara was still noisy, but at least the sound was not as piercing. Sam continued to savagely fuck her. Sara was just thinking that a mortal man would have cum already when she starting feeling the build-up to another of her own climaxes. Sara's sounds changed at this point. She started chanting for Sam to fuck her harder. Her words, although muffled by the panties, were music to Sam's ears. Sensing her impending climax, Sam pulled out and rolled Sara over on her stomach. Her legs quickly found solid footing and she braced herself for the onslaught to come. Sam quickly mounted her again and gave her 10 or 15 speedy strokes to reacclimatize her to his cock. Sam then pulled out and aimed squarely at Sara's ass. Sara didn't realize what was happening until she felt his cock pushing at her hole. With only limited experience of anal sex, Sara was terrified at the prospect of Sam's monster trying to find its home in her butt. She didn't have to worry long. Sam was not going to take no for an answer. With both hands, he pried apart Sara's cheeks and rammed his cock into her unprotected asshole. Unlike when she had inserted the butt plug, Sam did not wait for her ass to stretch and accommodate him. Sara felt like she was going to lose bowel control as the sensation of his assault hit her full force. Sam wasn't being gentle or loving. He was fucking her. With each lunge, Sam pushed Sara down onto the table. Her clit, trapped on the edge of the table once again, began spasming almost immediately. Sara's face was contorted in a weird mix of pain and pleasure.

Glenda had seen that look before. This onslaught was almost over. Glenda stood up and grabbed Andi by the hair once again. She effortlessly pulled Andi, scrambling on the floor, over to where Sam was standing. "I want you to kneel here and prepare to take his load. Sit on your hands and tilt your head back," were Glenda's simple instructions.

Sara had reached her peak and again began an intense orgasm. Sam furiously continued to pound into her until he could hold back no longer. As he pulled out, Glenda grabbed his cock and aimed it squarely at Andi's face. With a couple of well-timed strokes, Sam unloaded a torrent of cum onto the teenager. Without her hands to defend herself, Andi had to sit back and take the onslaught. Cum rained down her face, over her lips and dripped down her heaving chest. When at last she didn't feel any more spurts hitting her, she opened her eyes to the flash of a camera bulb and a smiling Glenda.

"You're not quite done yet," said Sam. First Sara over there is going to clean your face. Then you are going to clean my cock."

Sara was in little condition to move, let alone protest. Andi stood and walked over to the other side of the table. Glenda gave Sara a quick slap on the ass to get her moving. 

"Don't let your friend just stand there dripping, lick that cum off her face."

Sara weakly moved to her knees and started licking the cum, which had dripped onto Andi's breasts. Andi, having not been able to orgasm throughout this ordeal was enjoying the attention she was finally getting. Sara started slowly but soon was sucking on Andi's nipples and even tried to reach forward to finger her pussy. Glenda put a stop to that with another smack to Sara's ass. "I said clean her face, not make her cum."

Sara smiled at Andi as if to say she tried and continued lapping at the now drying sperm. Andi's face was a mess. Sara did her best to lick her clean, but in truth, she was more interested in making out with her friend. Each time her mouth neared Andi's, Sara made sure to give her a passionate kiss. She would then move away from her mouth and lick more jizz from her face.

Sara got her third wind by this nasty act. She realized Andi was enjoying her attention and this was a chance to pay her back with a little teasing. While she was licking Andi's face, Sara started to tweak her nipples. As long as Sara was sucking up Sam's load, Glenda let her continue. Sara rolled Andi's nipples between her fingers while licking her face and stopping every so often to kiss her.

Glenda and Sam were certainly happy with what they saw. Sam in particular. His cock had not deflated after he shot it load. Seeing one woman licking his cum off another was a definite turn on. Seeing Andi respond positively was also exciting. This young girl worked in the mall. If he played his cards right, today's activities could become regular events.

Eventually Sara finished and concentrated on kissing Andi. Glenda quickly pulled her off and sat her back down on the chair. Andi looked at Sam and without shame asked him to fuck her.

Sam was willing, of course. If one white woman was good, then having two in the same day was better. Sam sat down on the other chair, his cock standing at attention like a flagpole. He motioned Andi over and spun her around so she faced Glenda and Sara. Sam gave Andi's backside a little tug and she began her decent. Sam's cock filled her pussy completely. Andi waited several agonizing seconds impaled on the monster before starting to slide up and down. Sara watched intently as Andi's expression changed from one of ache at stretching to accommodate her new lover to one of bliss as she rode Sam like a champion cowgirl. Over and over she rocked up and down his cock. Her plaintiff wails growing. Sara was enjoying the show and began playing with her own pussy.

"You really are quite a slut Sara, aren't you?" questioned Glenda. "If you ever get tired of your current situation, stop by a visit us. I'm sure you would like another crack at Sam."

"I would like that very much," replied Sara.

Andi's gyrations were reaching a fever pitch. Usually she could not climax just from penetration, but with her brain on overload from the entire afternoon, she was almost there.

Just then Sam grunted and lifted her off his cock. Andi turned to face him just as his cock head swelled and a swift moving, although much smaller load arched out of his body and back onto hers. Andi fought to hold back tears of frustration as Glenda told Sara to massage the cum into Andi's skin.

Andi was happy to feel Sara's touch again, but she knew no orgasm was forthcoming. This is what she and Maggie did to other girls. It wasn't supposed to happen to her.

After Sara was done with Andi, Glenda had her clean off Sam's cock with a quick blowjob. Sara was all too happy to oblige. Glenda then told the girls to get dressed an leave. She handed them the camcorder and told them the surveillance footage would be ready for pickup tomorrow.

Sara and Andi walked back to the store. Sara was sore and satisfied. Andi was on edge. As they walked into the store, Maggie knew something different had happened. Not only because two hours had past but also by the girls messy hair and rumpled clothing.

Maggie: "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Andi: "I will tell you everything, but first I need to cum."

Maggie: "No problem, why don't you head to my office. I'll be right there."

Sara watched as Andi walked down the hallway.

Maggie: "I don't suppose you want to give me the details do you?" 




Sara's Training Ch. 02



Sara: "I'd love to but I really need to get home and Andi really needs you right now.

Maggie: "Ok, I'm sure Andi will tell me after I finished with her. Your clothes are in a box in the dressing room. Flip the closed sign on your way out, will you?"

Sara watched Maggie strut down the hall. Instead of turning into her office, however, she went into the leather showroom. Sara was confused until Maggie returned a few seconds later holding a ridding crop in her hand. With a wink to Sara, Maggie opened the office door.

Sara went to the dressing room and retrieved her clothes. Part of her wanted to go into the office, but she was too shredded to really consider that option. It was late in the day and she needed to get home.

Sara was pleased with herself. Certainly Mistress Heather would not be able to resist her after she heard the story and saw the video evidence. Sara walked out of the mall with a spring in her step, excited to document the day's events in an email to her mistress. 



Sara's Training Ch. 03



Sara was worn out after Friday's activities at the mall. She wanted nothing more than to sleep in as late as she could. She knew the kids would be off hanging out with their friends and that Frank would busy himself around the house. At 7:45 a phone call woke her up. Frank picked up the phone in the kitchen, but the damage was done. Sara was wide-awake.

The call was from Jim Anderson, her husband's boss. He said one of the players in his regular foursome came down ill last night and they had an opening. He asked Frank if he would like to play golf today. Without even checking with Sara, he said he would love to. Jim told Frank he would pick him up in an hour.

Frank came upstairs to find Sara still in bed, but obviously upset about being awake. He gave her a good morning hug and a light kiss on the lips. Looking a little sheepish, he told Sara about his invitation to play golf. Although Sara was secretly happy Frank would not be home today, it would give her time to send a lengthy email to Mistress Heather without being disturbed, she could let him off the hook too easy. She chided him for not wanting to spend time with her. He responded that playing golf with the boss was good for his career and therefore good for her also. After a brief exchange, Sara gave in and told him to have a good time.

Since she was awake already, Sara figured she should shower and start the day. Yesterday she had taken a quick shower when she got back from the mall, lest the odor from Sam and Glenda's fucking be too pronounced. This morning she had time so she figured a leisurely bath was in order. If she couldn't sleep in, at least she could luxuriate in the tub for half and hour. Sara drew a hot bath and poured scented bath oils into the water. While waiting for the tub to fill, she tried to examine her ass in the bathroom mirror. This was something she had never really done before. She still felt tender on her backside and wondered if there was any visual evidence of her activities. Having never really looked at her asshole, Sara wasn't sure what was normal and what was irregular. It looked normal to her, although there might be a little swelling. After the onslaught it took yesterday, Sara figured it was in good shape.

By now the tub was full and Sara lowered herself into the inviting water. The hot water felt great washing over her. Sara lay back and let the warmth soak into her bones, the bath oils teasing her nostrils with the scent of lavender. Sara felt totally alive. After about 20 minutes, the water had cooled enough for Sara to think about getting out. Having not shaved her legs for a while, she figured now would be a good time. She got out of the tub and retrieved her razor from the vanity drawer. While pulling out the drawer, her pubic hair caught her eye. She had never shaved her pussy before, but her brain snapped back into slut mode and told her that is what she should do. Certainly Mistress Heather would like her more if she were bare.

Sara rooted around in the drawer for a small scissors. Some years back Frank had grown a beard and used them to trim it when it got too bushy. Sara found them buried under a bunch of other things they never used. Sara wasn't exactly sure how to start. She sat down in her make-up chair and tried to bend over to get a good look at where to trim. She was semi successful, but wanted a better view. Looking back onto the vanity countertop, she spied a medium sized hand mirror she sometimes used to get a close-up view of her make-up. She picked up the mirror and examined her pussy. Sara now had a good view, but not much room to work. Her solution was to lift and spread her legs and place them on the countertop. There has to be an easier way, she thought, but at the moment this would work fine.

Sara made quick work trimming her pubic hair down to fine stubble. She then returned to the bathtub with her razor, shaving cream and the mirror.

Sara quickly dispatched the hair on her legs and under her arms. Like so many times before, this task took only around 5 minutes. Shaving her pussy would be more difficult. Even though she used a safety razor, Sara was not about to take chances with her most private of body parts. She determined the best position would be lying on her back so she could hold the mirror above herself. Sara let out most of the water so her pussy was clearly accessible. She then lathered it up and let the cream soften the hair for a few moments. What a vision she was, lying in an almost empty bathtub with a mirror and razor in her hands with a shaving cream covered pussy.

Sara again had the problem of having enough room to operate, so she draped her left leg over the side of the tub. "Thank God I remembered to lock the door," she thought to herself. "Somehow I don't think Frank would understand what I am doing."

Carefully, ever so carefully, Sara proceeded to shave the stubble from around her pussy. She left a little right around the lips. Without a free hand, she didn't feel comfortable going in too tight, but at least it was a start. After she finished shaving, she turned on the handheld nozzle from the tub. With the gentle spray, she washed away the shaving cream remnants. Unprotected by hair, the arching water droplets we free to contact with her clit, an unexpected but very welcome bonus. Why didn't I do this before?" went through Sara's mind as the soothing water flow tickled her most sensitive region.

Sara was tempted to hold the nozzle in place and pleasure herself, but she wanted to see Frank off and didn't want him to get suspicious why she had been in the bathroom for so long. Reluctantly, Sara got out of the bathtub and toweled off. She looked in the mirror once again and liked the bald vision reflecting back to her. "No wonder men like shaved women," she thought. "I hope Mistress Heather likes it too."

Sara looked out the window. The sun was shining and it looked like a glorious spring day. "Perhaps a nice run would be a good way to enjoy the day," Sara thought. Heading to her walk in closet, Sara picked out the same running outfit she had worn to the park the day Cindy Anderson seduced her. The grease stain had not fully come out from where Cindy had spanked her with the spatula, but it really wasn't noticeable. Sara wasn't dressing to be noticed, at least not outrageously so. To her tight white running shorts, Sara added her running bra with a pink crop top, which showed her abs to nice effect, along with white socks and running shoes. As she started to dress, Sara decided a little hidden fun would be nice and grabbed one of the thongs she got from Susan at Victoria Secret instead of her usual cotton running underwear. Although totally unnoticeable, just knowing she was nearly bare and cleanly shaven beneath her shorts excited Sara. As she looked in the mirror one last time while walking out of the bedroom, Sara was pleased with what she saw. Fit and trim, she did not look like a 37-year-old woman. Sara thought she could pass for 27 if she tried. Satisfied with her outfit, Sara headed downstairs just as Jim Anderson was arriving.

Frank: "Honey, Jim is here. Can you open the door? I have to get my clubs."

Sara: "Sure."

Sara opened the door as Jim was heading to the garage.

Jim: "Good morning Sara. I heard you had an interesting day yesterday."

"How does everyone always know what I have done," Sara thought to herself.

Sara: "Shhh. Frank doesn't know."

Frank: "Don't worry; your extracurricular activities are our little secret. By the way, Cindy is expecting you at our house in 15 minutes."

Sara started to blush as Frank appeared from the garage carrying his clubs. He set them down and came over to give Sara a quick goodbye kiss. 

Frank: "Thanks for letting me play today, honey. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

Sara: "Don't worry, dear. I'll find someway to amuse myself."

With that exchange, Jim and Frank headed toward the car and Sara walked back into the house. With only 15 minutes to get to Cindy's house, Sara didn't have time to change. She scampered upstairs to retrieve the Ben Wa balls and butt plug. Sara looked out the window and saw Jim's car pulling out of the driveway. Satisfied they were gone, she ran downstairs, grabbed her purse and headed to the garage. Sara's mind was filled with questions as she drove the two miles to Jim and Cindy's house. She wondered what Cindy would make her do. Cindy had already threatened to punish Sara for not returning the toys last Sunday. Sara worried what that might entail, but at the same time, she was looking forward to submitting to the older woman again.

Cindy arrived at the house with two minutes to spare. She gleefully trotted up to the front door. There was a note taped on it. Sara could not believe what she read.

"Welcome slut Sara. If you are reading this note, you got Jim's message. Slaves are not allowed to use the front door. You are to take your clothes off and then walk, don't run, around the house to the basement door. The door will be unlocked. You will find additional items and instructions on the pool table. You are to follow the instructions and wait for me." The note was signed Cindy.

Sara was not surprised by the content of the note. This type of treatment and the tone was in line with how her relationship with Cindy had evolved. What surprised Sara was that it was on the front door of the house. Anyone walking up to the door, the UPS driver, a girl scout selling cookies, anyone could have read the message. Sara also was not too keen about removing her clothes on the front porch. The Anderson's lived at the end of a cull-d-sac so at least there would be no drive by traffic. Sara peaked around the side of the house and didn't see any neighbors outside. She figured the odds of someone watching the front door were minimal, so she quickly dispatched her crop top and running shorts. Standing in her running bra and thong, Sara once again made a quick assessment of the block. It was still quiet, so her shoes and socks were next to come off. With a deep breath completed, Sara finally pulled off her bra and pulled down her thong. A rush of excitement flowed through her body. She was proud of herself for being able to strip in public, even if nobody was watching. Two weeks ago she never would have been able to do that.

Sara left her clothes on the front porch, grabbed her purse and calmly walked around the fieldstone path to the back of Jim and Cindy's house. The last time she made this trip she was fully clothed and the sun was setting. Today she did it naked and in broad daylight. Because of the location of their lot, only one house had any windows that faced the side of the house. Sara didn't notice any lights on, but she quickened her step, just in case. The cull-de-sac dead-ended into a large expanse of wetlands. There were no houses that backed to Jim and Cindy's for at least 500 feet, maybe more. As Sara moved into the backyard, she started noticing how nice the landscaping was. The only other time she was there, she was too distracted to look. The yard had been professionally landscaped, that was for sure. There were trees, shrubs, bushes, a garden and a gazebo with what looked like a hot tub. Very nice, Sara thought. Maybe someday we will be able to afford to live in a house like this.

Sara approached the door to the basement. She was surprised there was no note attached to it. Sara half expected more instructions before entering the house. Sliding the glass door open, Sara walked inside. Looking around, Sara started thinking about the last time she was there. Her memories flowed as she looked at the couch and even the door to the unfinished section. Sara felt her pussy moisten. She would have liked to spend more time reminiscing, but her peripheral vision caught the edge of the pool table. Quickly moving too it, Sara spied a number of items, although no clothes. True to the instructions on the front door, there was another piece of paper. Sara dropped purse on the pool table and picked up the note.

"You've done well this week, my pet. I will be back in town Tuesday night. If I receive a good report from Cindy, I will send for you on Wednesday. If I don't, this will be the last contact we have. You are to put these items on that lovely body, bend over the pool table and wait for Cindy. Follow her instructions for the remainder of the day. Serve her as you want to serve me and you will do fine." - Mistress Heather.

Sara read the note twice, her arousal becoming more insistent. With her left hand, Sara brought the note to her nostrils and took a deep breath. The paper smelled faintly of the perfume Sara knew to be her Mistress' scent. Sara's right hand moved down to her pussy and began rubbing her outer lips. Sara took another deep sniff of the paper and then looked down at the top of the pool table.

There six item, five made from leather. The first item was ankle cuffs with a short chain holding them together. The second was a belt with a small strip of leather running from the front to the back. It took Sara a couple of moments to figure out the function of the strip. She wasn't pleased when she realized it was a chastity belt. This might be a long day indeed. Third was the only non-leather item. Sara recognized this item immediately. They were nipple clamps. Fourth was another set of leather cuffs. They were padded on the inside and clipped together. Fifth was a collar with a large D-ring on both the front and back. The last item was a blindfold. Sara had a love/hate relationship with being blindfolded. On the hate side, she wanted to know what was going on and who was doing it to her. At the same time, she had never been as turned on as she was lying in her bed the first time Mistress Heather had taken her when she couldn't see what was happening. Absent from the table was any type of footwear. This surprised Sara because she assumed there would be leather boots or some kind of high heels. 

Sara took just a moment examining the items spread before her and then started getting "dressed." It didn't take long. She started with the leg cuffs. Sara sat on the cold basement floor and attached both cuffs. The chain between them was only about twelve inches long. Sara would not be able to move very quickly. Standing back up proved to be more of a challenge than she anticipated. Without being able to spread her legs, Sara had difficultly gaining the necessary leverage to stand up. After two failed attempts, Sara rolled onto her knees and used the edge of the pool table to pull herself up.

Next, Sara had to decide what to put on next. Clearly the wrist cuff would have to be last. Sara assumed her hands were to be bound behind her back, so that made their position in the order simple. The blindfold would theoretically have to be second to last, so Sara had three options. She chose the collar next. Sara wanted to wait as long as possible to put on the clamps and wasn't too thrilled about the chastity belt either.

The collar fit very tight. Much tighter, in fact, than the last one, she remembered. There were two big rings, one in the front and one in the back, in addition to two smaller rings on the sides. The collar was also wider than before, covering most of her neck. Sara wondered what was likely to be attached. She didn't see a leash, but obviously the collar was there for a reason. 

Next Sara put on the chastity belt. Her pussy was very wet by this point and she was disappointed to cover it up. Sara had been discretely feeling herself up and knew she could make herself cum with little additional effort. This belt was her signal not to continue. The strap, which ran from the front to the back, was wide enough to cover both her pussy lips and the crack of her ass. When she tightened the belt, she attempted to sneak a finger underneath, but that was not going to happen. The stubble from where she had shaved her pussy rubbed against the strap in a most irritating way. This seemingly minor annoyance grew in importance as Sara attempted to walk to a wall mirror to look at how the collar and belt looked. The rubbing of the stubble was very noticeable and not in a pleasurable way. Still Sara liked what she saw in the mirror. She had become more accustomed to wearing leather and her light skin set off the black color. The smell of the leather collar permeated her thoughts. She knew why she was wearing it and the scent was becoming a memory fragrance. Mistress Heather knew that soon, every time Sara smelled leather, it would turn her on. Mistress Heather understood how scent was the strongest of the five senses for memory recall. It is why she always wore the same perfume around Sara and had put the aroma on her note. Mistress Heather was an expert at programming the unconscious mind of a submissive. She had big plans for Sara and everything had a purpose.

After allowing herself a few stolen moments looking in the mirror, Sara was brought back to reality by the faint sound of a garage door opening. "Cindy must be home and I'm not fully dressed," snapped into her mind.

Sara hobbled back to the pool table and grabbed the nipple clamps. She rubbed her right nipple with her index and middle finger, but for some reason it wasn't getting hard enough to put the clamp on it. Sara began to panic. Cindy would be here in moments and Sara's procrastination would cost her. Sara tried to focus on "sexy thoughts" but her unnerved state was in control instead of her arousal. Sara heard Cindy's footsteps move across the floor above her. She shut her eyes and tried to think back to the fucking she received at the mall. She bent over the pool table and rubbed her breasts on the felt while remembering Sam slamming into her unprotected pussy. Sara was still having trouble focusing and a vision of Mistress Heather whipping her ass as punishment replaced Sam's face. She was still being fucked, only this time is was her Mistress' strap-on doing the penetrating. This visualization did the trick. Sara's pussy became wetter and her nipples stiffened enough to allow her to attach the clamps. The note didn't specify how tight to make the clamps, so Sara just made them tight enough to stay on by themselves. Sara then grabbed the blindfold and put it on her forehead. After it was ready to be put in place, Sara grabbed the wrist cuffs attaching one to each wrist. Finally she pulled the blindfold down, swung her arms behind herself and clipped the cuffs together. As she heard the footsteps approach the basement door, Sara bent her over the pool table once again and waited for Cindy to come downstairs.

Sara's mind was racing with thoughts about what was to come. She heard footsteps upstairs, but could not decide how many people were walking around. It could be one, two or three. Her mind could not come to a decision and was playing tricks on her. Certainly Jim would not be home. Or would he. Perhaps the golf game was just a ruse and he had told Frank everything. Sara struggled with that thought. She wanted to tell Frank but was unsure about how he would react. Sara rattled the chain between her wrist cuffs. Positioned as they were, she could not unclip them. Escape was not an option. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. Minutes passed. Sara could hear her heart beating. Sara began to lose track of time. How long had she been bent over the table? Sara strained to hear anything. All movement upstairs seemed to have stopped. Did Cindy leave? Was this her punishment? 

Finally Sara heard the basement door open and footsteps on the stairs.

Cindy: "My, my, what do we have here?"

Sara: "A slut."

Cindy: "Good answer. Have you brought back my toys?"

Sara: "Yes mam."

Cindy: "Very good. Keep your answers short, don't speak unless spoken to and we will get along fine today."

Sara: "Yes mam."

Sara could sense Cindy moving around her, as if appraising what she saw.




Sara's Training Ch. 03



Cindy: "You've done well, little one. Any problems carrying out my orders."

Sara: "No mam."

Cindy: "Good. As I recall, I told you to return my toys last Sunday and you did not. What type of punishment do you think you deserve."

Sara: "Whatever you decide, mam."

Cindy: "You are learning fast. I think a spanking is in order, but not just yet. Have you had a fun week since our last party?"

Sara: "Yes mam."

Cindy: "I'll bet. I've been following your exploits via our Club email exchange. I would like to hear about it in your own words. Let's go upstairs where I can be more comfortable."

Sara felt something click onto the front of her collar, a lead no doubt she thought. Then she felt something click onto the back of her collar. She wasn't so sure what that could be. Next, she felt Cindy string another strap under her wrists pulling them upward. The strap was then clipped onto the back of the collar. Sara's arms were now effectively secured at a slightly painful angle. Cindy then gave Sara a sharp swat on the butt and pulled on the lead attached to the front of the collar and told Sara to start moving.

Slowly, ever so slowly as the ankle chain would not allow her to move fast, Sara was lead to the stairs. 

Cindy: "You probably can't walk up the stairs. The chain will not allow it, at least not until you have practiced more. With your arms tied like they are, I don't think crawling up the stairs will work much better. We probably should use the walk-out entrance and then around to the kitchen door."

Sara was mortified. Walking naked through the yard was one thing. Shuffling around bound like a prisoner was another. Sara felt the lead slacken as Cindy pulled on the chain between the nipple clamps instead.

Cindy: "Come on now slut, you know you want this."

Cindy lead Sara to the sliding door by tugging then releasing the nipple clamp chain. She didn't pull them hard. She didn't need to. Sara moved along willingly. She didn't want to voice an answer to Cindy's assertion, but Sara knew Cindy was right.

Cindy dropped the chain and slid open the door. Without prompting, Sara continued to shuffle her feet and once again felt the spring air on her naked flesh. Cindy picked up the lead and pulled Sara indicating she should speed up. Although still slow, Cindy's pace frequently had Sara almost tripping. Sara struggled to climb the hill leading to the main level and was relieved to feel the patio beneath her feet.

Cindy: "You look a little cold. We you chilly downstairs?"

Sara: "A little mam."

Cindy: "I've got to set a couple of things up. Why don't you stay out here in the sun?"

Sara: "I'd rather come inside with you."

Cindy: "Nonsense. Don't you want to enjoy the glorious day? Besides, does it really matter what you want?"

Sara: "No mam."

Cindy released the chain between the wrist cuffs and took off the strap attaching the cuffs to the collar. She then pushed Sara down onto a chaise lounge instructing her to stretch out and relax. As Sara eased her legs down the length of the lounge, Cindy grabbed each arm and pulled it above Sara's head. Clipping them together, Cindy quickly used the strap to secure Sara's arms to the top of the chair. Although the blindfold was still in place, Sara could picture exactly what she looked like on the chaise. The image excited her as did the fact that she was tied outside.

Cindy: "I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere."

Sara snickered to herself. Again Sara lost track of time. A warm spring sun baked her body and felt wonderful. It was warm, but not too warm of a day. Sara's hearing again became acute trying to pick up the sounds around her. She heard cars traveling nearby streets, a commuter train in the distance and a lawn mower starting. Sara worried that a lawn service might start working on the yard. She could picture Cindy leaving her outside as an incentive for the crew to do a good job. But try as she did, Sara could not pick up any sounds directly in the yard.

About 15 minutes, or was it half an hour or an hour, later, Sara heard the kitchen door open again. She then felt hands begin to massage her breasts from behind her head.

Cindy: "I'm ready inside. Do you want to come in?"

Sara: "Yes mam I do."

Sara discerned Cindy moving toward her legs. She felt a slight tug as the hobble chain was removed. Sara then felt Cindy's hands moving up her legs. 

Cindy: "So smooth. Did you shave them today."

Sara: "Yes mam. And my pussy too."

Cindy: "Really? How did that make you feel."

Sara: "Like a young girl. I'm afraid I had difficultly and didn't do a very good job. I struggled seeing where I was cutting and I didn't want to hurt myself."

Cindy: "There are a few tricks to the trade I can help you with."

Cindy then reached up and removed the strap between Sara's legs. The strap was slick with Sara's juices and the smell of her arousal permeated the air. Cindy slid a finger into Sara to confirm what she already knew.

Cindy: "You are the turned on little slut, aren't you?"

Sara: "Yes mam. Please let me cum."

Cindy: "Not just yet. I see what you mean about doing a bad job."

Sara flinched as Cindy pulled on the stubble.

Cindy: "Heather likes her sluts to shave, but you had better learn to it right. If someone went down on you right now you would scratch them."

Sara was embarrassed by this critique of her pussy hair. It felt surreal.

Cindy: "Don't worry. I needed to shave you anyway so I'll take care of it."

Sara was confused. She had already shaved her legs and Cindy said they were smooth. Her wandering mind was short lived as Cindy next unceremoniously removed the nipple clamps. Sara cried out as the blood rushed back into her nipples.

Cindy: "I think an hour is long enough for the clamps."

An hour? Is that how long Sara has been here? Sara was sure it was at least twice that long. It also meant she had at least 4 more hours before Cindy would need to send her home. A lot could happen in 4 hours, Sara thought as she felt the wrist cuffs being removed.

Sara was once again naked, except for the collar and belt. Cindy then removed the blindfold and told Sara to walk into the living room. Sara quickly complied, not wanted to spend any more time naked outside.

Cindy: "First I want to talk to you for a while, then I'll clean up the parts of your shave job you missed. OK?"

Sara: "Yes mam."

Cindy sat down on the sofa and motioned for Sara to sit on the floor in front of her. Cindy began to instruct Sara as to what Mistress Heather expected of her. The list was not very long. Absolute loyalty, obeying all commands instantly and without hesitation and never cumming without permission. The entire time Cindy spoke to Sara, she was stroking Sara's hair as if she was petting a dog. Cindy explained that Mistress Heather had plenty of young sluts willing to serve her, but she was still looking for someone worthy of being her slave. That position had special meaning and Sara's efforts would be rewarded if she was chosen.

At this point, Cindy picked up the remote and turned on her TV. The image was instantly recognizable. It was Sara in her wedding dress spread eagled on her bed. For the first time, Sara could see the joy on Mistress Heather's face as she took part in Sara's debasement. This made Sara even more determined to be chosen by Mistress Heather.

Cindy: "I must say, Heather did enjoy herself much more than usual with a first timer. She has a soft spot for you, but don't let that go to your head. If you cross her, she will throw you away and ruin your marriage."

Sara and Cindy continued to watch the video. The more Sara became aroused on the screen, the more she became aroused on Cindy's floor. Cindy continued to stroke her hair and would occasionally slide a finger down the side of Sara's neck. This caused a shiver to run down Sara's spine every time she did it. When the video ended, Sara wanted nothing more than to cum like she did that day in her bed.

Cindy: "I know what you are thinking, but it's not going to happen yet. First I have to clean you up."

Sara was led up the stairs to the master bathroom. Cindy instructed her to sit on the side of the tub with her legs inside. Cindy started warm water flowing into the tub, but didn't put the stopper in. She then took off her clothes and got into the tub in front of Sara. Sara squirmed a little as Cindy pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Cindy: "Just checking, making sure your motor is still running."

Cindy then took a can of shaving crème, shook it up and sprayed a small amount onto her hand. She then spread the crème around and over Sara's pussy.

Cindy: "Having somebody else to this is always easier, however you will learn to do it yourself quickly enough. Mistress Heather will have you shave before every visit. You will need a mirror you don't have to hold. That way you can grip your labia with one hand and shave with the other. It really isn't that hard."

Cindy was quick and efficient, after all, Sara had done most of the work. Cindy rinsed off the remnants of the cream and told Sara it was time to shave the part she missed. Sara was confused. Except for the edges of her pussy, she thought she had done a good job. Cindy told Sara to stand, turn and bend over the side of the tub. She then gave Sara another hard slap on her ass. 

Cindy: "You forgot to shave your ass, dumb slut."

Sara: "I'm sorry. It never occurred to me. Why should I shave my ass? It's not hairy."

Cindy: "Don't question me. You will learn soon enough."

Cindy's tone had taken on a rougher edge. Sara still did not understand, but she thought better than to question Cindy.

Cindy applied a generous amount of shaving cream to Sara's butt. 

Cindy: "Bend over more. I need this ass as tight as it can be."

Sara bent as the waist and reached down as far as she could. Cindy began shaving her cheeks. The razor glided over the smooth flesh. Sara could not feel anything being removed, but was struck by the sheer erotic nature of another woman shaving her. Cindy finished quickly and once again placed two fingers into Sara's pussy. They met no resistance as her juices had flooded the cavity long before. Sara moaned at the invasion.

As she slowly pumped her fingers in and out, Cindy spoke. "Don't even thing about cumming. I have not forgotten about you not returning my toys and it is time for your punishment. Wipe your ass with a towel and come into the bedroom. Sara did as she was instructed. Cindy was waiting for her, a bottle of baby oil in her hand.

Cindy sat down on a padded bench in front of the bed. She motioned for Sara to lay across her lap. As she did, Cindy opened the baby oil and squeezed out a generous amount onto Sara's backside.

Cindy: "I know the shaving of your ass was confusing. What you will find is the spanking you are about to receive will be much sharper after the shaving and administration of the baby oil. You will be squirming and begging in just a moment. Don't worry, because that is just how I like a submissive to act. You are going to get 10 spanks for each day you were late returning my toys. I think that is very fair, don't you?"

Sara didn't get a chance to respond before the first blow landed on her right cheek. Cindy was right, the sting was much more pronounced and traveled like lightning to her brain.

Cindy: "I forgot, you are supposed to count. I will begin again."

The spanking was expert. There was no other way to describe it. Sara did her best to count along. There were tears in her eyes by the time number 10 had been delivered. By number 20 Sara was squirming and struggling to keep count. At number 30, Cindy moved her knee so Sara's clit would rub against it. Now with each slap, Sara moaned before saying its number. At number 40 Cindy had to warn Sara that any missed number about mean they had to start over. She also warned her against cumming while reaching Sara's clit from behind and giving it a quick rub. Sara turned her head and shot Cindy a look that would freeze water, but she said nothing. Cindy gave Sara the last 10 strokes rapid fire not waiting for her to count. Sara was a quivering mess, struggling not to climax. Cindy stood up dropping Sara on the floor in a heap.

Cindy: "I've got a few chores around the house I need your help with, but first you are going to make me cum. Tanning that gorgeous ass of yours has my pussy all a tingling."

Cindy stood up and walked over to a small chair at her make-up stand, sat down and spread her legs. Sara watched as Cindy dipped a finger into her own pussy making a squishy sound.

Cindy: "I know your pussy would make the same sound if I did this."

Cindy then pulled her finger out showing Sara the glistening moisture coating it.

Cindy: "I want you to climb back on the bed. Get on your hands and knees and show me your ass. I want to see how red your cheeks are."

Sara complied. She needed to cum and would do whatever Cindy asked. From behind her, Sara could hear the sounds of Cindy finger fucking herself. The sounds of a woman enjoying herself filled the room. Sara looked straight ahead at the headboard. After a couple of minutes, the sounds stopped. Sara wondered what was happening. From the corner of her eye, Sara saw Cindy opening the top drawer of her nightstand. Without a word, Cindy removed a silver metallic vibrator. "Old faithful," she said to Sara with a wink.

Sara heard Cindy turn the vibrator on as she walked past the end of the bed. Sara then felt another stinging slap on her ass.

Cindy: "I just wanted to make sure I still had your attention, sweetie."

Sara nodded in agreement. Sara then felt the tip of the vibrator brushing against her pussy lips. Immediately Sara began to rotate her hips trying to get the phallus inside her.

Cindy: "Oh, does pet want to get fucked?"

Sara: "Oh, yes mam. More than anything."

Cindy pushed the vibrator deep into Sara, but then removed it. Sara groaned in frustration. Again Cindy inserted the metal spike and then removed it just as Sara began to show signs of enjoying it.

Cindy: "I want your face down in the pillow and your ass up as high as you can."

Sara sensed Cindy walking back to the chair. The buzzing sounds of the vibrator were muted as it was obviously deep inside Cindy. Cindy's moans were getting stronger and more frequent.

Cindy: "Play with that pussy of your slut. I want to see fingers banging and I want to hear the sounds of a dripping pussy."

Sara didn't need to be asked twice. She reached between her legs and started to finger fuck herself. Her ass was on fire from the spanking and she needed release. She could hear Cindy's passion across the room and assumed it would not be long before her friend climaxed.

Cindy: "I said play with yourself. I didn't say you could cum. You do whatever you need to not to orgasm."

Sara didn't like that last command. She was in heat and didn't think she could hold back. She slowed down her hand speed making sure she was giving Cindy a good show with as little stimulation to herself as possible. She also buried her head in the pillow and screamed to release some of her dissatisfaction. Cindy was enjoying the show. The vision of the young wife so deeply under her control took her over the edge in a splendid orgasm. Sara heard the screams of passion and cursed Cindy under her breath. She was jealous in the extreme.

Cindy rode out her orgasm then walked back over to Sara and slapped her on the ass again.

Cindy: "You were wise to not cum. Mistress Heather deplores slaves who can't control their wanton desires. If you are good the rest of the day, I will let you cum. But right now, I need to cum again. Lay on your back and pretend I have tied you spread eagled to the bed."

Sara rolled onto her back. The pain on her backside was evident. Sara hoped this would not last long. At least in this position, she can't be spanked, she thought. Cindy ordered Sara to clean off the vibrator and unceremoniously slid it into her mouth. Sara hated the taste of the metal, but the taste of Cindy overcame her revulsion.

After 30 seconds, or so, Cindy walked back over to her nightstand, returned the silver vibrator and pulled out a slim, curved dildo with a strap attached. Cindy walked back over to Sara and explained that this was a chin dildo. It was similar to a strap-on, except the holder was shaped like a human's chin. Cindy buckled it around Sara's face, the business end sticking obscenely up just below Sara's mouth.

Cindy: "Ok sweetness, I'm going to ride your face now. Keep your arms and legs spread. I want you to keep your mouth open and lick my clit on the down strokes. This dildo is curved so, if I do it right, it will stimulate my g-spot and you will get an amusing shower when I cum again."

With that Cindy climbed upon a very humble Sara. Sara had a close up view of Cindy's breasts rising and falling above her. That was pretty much it. She really could not see Cindy's face. Sara did remember to keep her mouth open, but she was not able to do as much with her tongue as she had hoped. Cindy really didn't care. The tongue action was really just to help keep Sara in her place. Cindy was getting all the stimulation she needed from the dildo. This toy was one of her favorites. Especially if she has just cum before she uses it, Cindy's g-spot becomes very sensitive. As she pounded Sara's face, she knew it would be long before she ejaculated on Sara.

Cindy picked up her pace. Sara lay motionless waiting for the inevitable, unable to stimulate herself. Cindy was moaning continually. Time was now short. Cindy arched backward changing the angle of penetration just enough to hit the spongy tissue of her g-spot full force. Almost immediately she began to orgasm again shooting a thick stream of girl juice all over Sara's face. Cindy continued humping her toy as Sara tried to spit out the fluid from her mouth. She had never seen a woman squirt before and it both excited and nauseated her at the same time.

Eventually Cindy calmed down and dismounted Sara's chin. Breathing heavily, Cindy thanked Sara, although Sara wasn't sure what roll she really played.

Cindy: "I know you really want to cum right now. I'm sure I could make you cum by spanking you again, whipping your pussy or just telling you to finger yourself. But I can't do that just yet."

Sara looked downcast as the pronouncement.

Cindy: "But I will promise you a quality orgasm if you keep following my orders. We still have a couple of hours before I need to send you home to Frank."

Sara realized that meant she likely would be teased for another couple of hours.

Cindy: "I need to weed the garden today and you are going to help."

Cindy got dressed in a pair of shorts and a lightweight t-shirt, attached Sara's lead back onto the collar and led her crawling down the stairs to the back door. Sara followed obediently. She knew she was going outside and there was nothing she could do about it. Cindy opened the kitchen door and led Sara onto the patio. The sun felt good on her skin, although the concrete of the patio was a little too warm to be comfortable. After shutting the door, Cindy took the lead again as Sara crawled behind her into the yard.

Cindy had a large vegetable and flower garden near the back of their yard. There was also a storage shed, where Sara was directed. Inside, Cindy had Sara stand as she removed the leash from Sara's collar. Cindy ordered Sara to stand in the corner while she grabbed some tools. Sara stood facing the wall like she was in time-out.

Sara felt Cindy placing something on her right knee. Looking down she realized it was a kneepad. At least Cindy was going to allow her some comfort. Of course, that also might she might be out here for a long time. Cindy proceeded to put another pad on Sara's left knee. She then told Sara to bend over the workbench. Sara assumed Cindy wanted to spank her again, but instead she felt Cindy start to apply sunscreen. 




Sara's Training Ch. 03



Cindy: "Mistress Heather would kill me if I allowed you to burn all over."

Sara silently thanked Cindy for being considerate. Cindy leisurely spread the lotion along Sara's body, taking extra time to massage her breasts and buttocks. Sara tried not to enjoy the attention, knowing that it would be fleeting, but once again she was betrayed by her unconscious mind. Sara's arousal was just gaining strength when Cindy finished applying the lotion. Finally Cindy gave Sara an apron "to keep herself clean." As the rough material scrapped across Sara's nipples, she thought of another reason Cindy wanted her to wear it. Sara was instructed to pick up a trowel and to follow Cindy to the garden.

Cindy explained that the downside to having such a large garden was the upkeep. They had a lawn crew to take care of the grass, but paying someone to weed the garden was cost prohibitive. Today Sara was going to help. She was to get down on her hands and knees and start pulling weeds. Cindy told Sara that it usually took her about 2 hours to weed the garden. Unfortunately, that was all the time Sara had left before she would need to return home. If Sara wanted to orgasm today, she was going to have to get the weeding done quicker.

Sara crawled in the dirt moving from plant to plant as fast as she could. Although it was not hot that day, her accelerated pace meant she was rapidly covered in sweat and dirt. Sara felt like a filthy pig rooting naked in the dirt. All she could focus on was finishing the job quickly leaving her enough time to orgasm.

For her part, Cindy went back into the house and returned with a large glass of iced tea. She had stopped at the garage to grab a folding chair and she sat just a few feet from the edge of the garden in the shade of a large oak tree. Cindy commented on how refreshing the iced tea was as a method of getting Sara's attention. As Sara looked up, Cindy pulled aside the crotch of her shorts exposing her pussy.

Cindy: "Boy it sure is hot out here..." her fingers dancing across her clit. "It sure would be refreshing if some slut were here to lick my pussy." 

Sara soundlessly expressed her disappointment. Not at being told to eat Cindy again, but at the time it would take. Sara stood up and tried to brush some of the dirt from her body. The dirt mixed with the sweat and mostly just spread around. Sara walked back to Cindy and kneeled in front of her. Keeping the shorts pulled to the side, Sara drove her tongue into Cindy's wetness. Sara was determined to make Cindy come quickly leaving time for her.

Cindy: "You're doing very well, slut Sara. I see you want to finish me quickly to save time for your dirty self. Why don't we call the guys and get a more accurate time when they will be home?"

Cindy produced a cell phone from her pocket and called Jim. She already knew Jim planned on keeping Frank out an extra hour or so in the bar, but she didn't want Sara to know that. Sara was making too fine an effort to slow her down now. Cindy talked to Jim for just a couple of minutes. From her side, she made it sound like they had just finished playing and were heading home. Sara redoubled her efforts.

In reality, the foursome was on the 14th hole and Jim had strict orders to spend at least an hour in the bar. Cindy enjoyed talking on the phone while Sara serviced her pussy. She began to grind her hips on Sara's head smearing her wetness across her face. Cindy was disappointed Mistress Heather had chosen Sara for herself. Heather usually liked her slaves a little younger and Cindy would have loved to keep Sara for herself. She was learning fast how to serve another woman and with a little formal training, would be a great slave.

Cindy's orgasm was approaching. She could have held back a while longer, but she had plans for the rest of Sara's day so she left the waves of orgasm flow over her. Sara was pleased. If the boys were leaving the course now, that meant she didn't have to be home for an hour. She didn't have to leave for 45 minutes and if she saved 15 for a shower, that left her 30 minutes for Cindy's promised orgasm.

Cindy: "That was very nice, Sara, thank you. You are quickly becoming an accomplished pussy eater."

Sara smiled at the compliment.

Cindy: "Ok, back to work in the garden, you're only two-thirds done."

Sara (pleading): "But mam, I will have to go home by the time I'm done." 

Cindy: "Well you had better hurry then. The deal was you finish the garden in time, you get to cum. Don't assume you will always be allowed to satisfy your lustful nature. Mistress Heather certainly will not."

Sara knew better than to continue the argument. She needed to get back to work. Sara toiled in the garden for another half an hour. She tried to remain focused on her task, but the growing need in her pussy continually worked to distract her. By the time she finished, she was a sweaty mess.

Cindy: "You've done a fine job. We need to clean you up. We can't have you going home all covered in dirt, now can we?"

Cindy led Sara back toward the house. Sara assumed they were heading in to the shower, but Cindy had other plans. She told Sara to stand still while she grabbed the hose reel from the side of the house. Cindy hit Sara will a full power blast of very cold water. Instinctively, Sara crossed her arms in front of her breasts and pussy in a vain attempt to protect herself from the onslaught.

Cindy: "You're not going to get clean that way. Raise your arms above your head."

Sara gave Cindy a look of pure hate, and then slowly complied with the order.

Cindy: "You're not going to cum with that attitude my dear. Maybe I should just have you spend our remaining time licking my pussy some more."

Sara stood still and let Cindy hose her down. The cold water removed more than just the dirt. It also removed Sara's dignity and any sexual desires she had 10 minutes ago. After she was clean, Sara was led to the gazebo where Cindy had some towels. As Sara was drying off, Cindy's cell phone rang.

Cindy answered. Sara could tell it was Jim, but based on Cindy's comments could not tell anything about their schedule. Cindy asked Jim to pick up dinner on the way home.

Cindy: "That was Jim. They decided to stay at the course and have a couple of beers. They are leaving now."

Sara's heart leapt. If they were just leaving now, they would not get home for at least an hour. Sara smiled sheepishly at Cindy.

Cindy: "I know that look. You earned your orgasm. Why don't you jump in the hot tub for a few minutes and warm up. I need to get a few things from the house."

Sara pulled open the heavy cover on the hot tub. Thankfully Cindy had a cover lifter. She then eased her tired, but now totally alive body, into the swirling waters. Sara let the warmth soak into her bones. The cold hose water was quickly becoming a distant memory. Sara thought she and Frank definitely needed to buy a tub like this. All the aches of crawling around all afternoon were quickly forgotten. 

Sara's peace was suddenly broken by Cindy's voice as she came back into the gazebo, a small bag in her hand.

Cindy: "Ok, time for your final lesson of the day. One of Mistress Heather's favorite activities is watching her slave masturbate. She will expect you to masturbate anytime and anywhere she tells you. Your trip to the mall was your first test. There will be many more. I want you to get out of the tub and replace the cover."

Sara did as she was asked, not bothering to grab a towel.

Cindy: "Climb onto the cover. Don't worry, it is rated for over 400 pounds. You will not damage it."

Sara scampered onto the top, looking for guidance about what position she should take.

Cindy: "Just sit on your butt facing me. Good, now spread your legs as wide as you can. Damn your shaved beaver looks inviting. I know Mistress Heather will like that."

Sara felt a swell of pride at Cindy's complement.

Cindy: "I want you to show me how you play with yourself. Rub those pretty nipples and tender clit. Show me how you finger yourself while you dream about submitting to a powerful mistress."

Sara needed no coaxing. She was lost in a fog of her own lust. She rubbed her pussy furiously while squeezing her breasts. In her mind, she pictured Mistress Heather standing over her. She was wearing a leather jumpsuit with leather boots and holding a riding crop. Sara's eyes were closed as her orgasm began to build.

Suddenly Sara felt a breeze. She opened her eyes to see Cindy opening the windows of the gazebo.

Cindy: "I was just getting tired of your smelly pussy. We need to air out this place."

Sara had not noticed, but her arousal fragrance was very obvious. Her pussy was leaking and the bouquet had filled the room. From her position, Sara could see the neighbor's house only partially shielded by Cindy.

Cindy: "Don't worry. The parents are out of town this weekend. They have a high school aged boy, but I saw him leave just before you got here."

Sara was not relieved by Cindy's reassurances, but she wasn't about to stop either. Cindy picked up her bag and walked over to the tub. Sara's depravity was now on full display to the outside world. Cindy reached into the bag and pulled out the small silver vibrator. Turning it on, she handed it to Sara.

Cindy: "Here, enjoy yourself."

Cindy then walked out of the gazebo and back into the kitchen.

Sara, too far gone to care if anyone could see her, plunged the vibrator, set at full speed, into her overheated pussy. Sara pummeled herself holding the vibrator in her right hand and squeezing her nipples with the left. The magic toy was doing its job. Sara was fast approaching a giant release. Sara was no longer aware of her surroundings. Her entire existence was located between her legs. 

Cindy returned holding her video camera. "Mistress Heather will want a record of this," she said as Sara exploded into a massive orgasm. Sara's body quaked for at least three minutes as she lay almost comatose on the cover of the hot tub.

Cindy took Sara's hand and removed the vibrator. Turning it off, she held it just above Sara's lips.

Cindy: "Taste yourself slut. That was amazing."

Sara managed to stick her tongue as Cindy slowly inserted the vibrator into her mouth for the second time that afternoon.

Cindy: "Do a good job cleaning off you're cum. I may want to use this one later and I don't need your smelly slut juice on it."

Sara did the best she could, but her mind was in a world of its own. Sara felt a finger enter her vagina. Cindy teased her about how wet it was and how much of a tramp Sara was for doing that in front of her and the world. Sara weakly smiled. She was agreeing with everything Cindy said. 

Cindy: "I want to cum once more before I send you home. We have about 15 minutes and that should be plenty."

Sara, still not really thinking straight, didn't think she could perform right now.

Cindy: "Lay down on your back with your head toward the door."

Sara leisurely slid around, eventually looking up to see Cindy strapping on a dildo.

Cindy: "This one is double headed so I will enjoy this too. You might be too cummed out to care, but I will get off again before I stop."

Sara wasn't sure if she could come again so quickly, but she knew her pussy was craving penetration. Cindy climbed onto the cover with Sara and quickly sank the shaft of the dildo into her receptive pussy. Cindy began slowly, waiting for her own pussy to become receptive to the smaller dong inside her.

As Cindy started to pick up speed, Sara noticed movement outside the gazebo. Immediately Sara thought this was a trap and Frank was waiting for her. She tried to raise her hips and hold Cindy off of her, but Cindy was too strong and continued to build up momentum. Soon Sara was moaning at the constant grinding of her clit by Cindy's hipbone.

Cindy: "Don't worry, Frank isn't here. But we do have an audience."

Sara arched her neck so see behind her. Standing in the doorway was a geeky looking teenage boy.

Cindy: "Come in Keith. Allow me to introduce you to Sara, a friend of mine."

Sara was mortified. She assumed this was the neighbor boy. He must have watched her masturbate. He probably was watching her weed the garden and service Cindy.

Cindy: "Keith, did you enjoy Sara's little show."

Keith: "Very much. She's one hot piece of ass."

Cindy: "Yes she is. She's just started her training. You probably will be seeing more of her."

Sara should have been furious. Having been spied on by a teenage boy while she orgasmed was bad enough. But here the boy and Cindy were talking about her as if she wasn't even there. Sara would have been furious, but Cindy was too good with the dildo. Sara knew she could come again if Cindy would keep up this pace for just a little while longer.

Cindy: "My slut here is about to cum again, Keith. Did you bring the special present I asked you to bring?"

Keith: "Of course. It was my pleasure. Really."

From behind his back, Keith produced a glass brimming with a milky liquid. Sara recognized it immediately.

Cindy: "Sluts should always have cum on their faces, don't you agree Sara?"

Sara just mumbled her agreement. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew Cindy was right."

Cindy: "Unfortunately that can be a problem when just we girls get together. Keith, I want you to hold that glass above sweet slut's head. When I give you the signal, I want you to dribble it all over her face."

Sara looked up to see a wide grin on Keith's face. He was enjoying this and why wouldn't he? He was about Sara's daughter's age and the thought of her daughter acting sexually repulsed her. Keith probably had never had a girl for himself, but she bet Cindy and he had done this act before. Based on the amount of liquid in the glass, he must have been saving his seed for days.

Cindy: "Ok Sara, last task for today. I'm about to cum and then we are finished. If you want to cum again, I want to hear you begging me to fuck you harder. If you can orgasm in the next two minutes, you are free to do so. As you cum, Keith here is going to pour his load on your face. We are going to let that cum dry and you will drive home that way. If you're lucky, you will just beat Frank home and not be caught. If you don't cum before I do, you will just have to wait until Mistress Heather sends for you."

Sara didn't care about Keith or his glass of spunk. She wanted to cum again. Instantaneously Sara started bucking her hips trying to maximize the indirect pressure on her clit from Cindy's hips.

Cindy: "I think the fair Sara made her choice Keith. Get ready to pour on my command."

Cindy viciously slammed the big fake cock into Sara. Cindy was moaning at her own stimulation while Sara began to scream in ecstasy. In between screams, Sara begged for Cindy to fuck her harder and make her cum. After around a minute, Cindy gave Keith a signal and he began to trickle his cum from the glass onto Sara's face. He was careful not to pour it too fast and to make sure each part got some coverage.

Cindy: "Do you like that slave? The feeling of a man's cum on your face while a superior woman is fucking you!"

For Sara's part, the feeling of Keith's jazz hitting her face and Cindy's debasement of her, set off lightning bolts in her head. Almost immediately she started cumming again with Cindy close behind. Sara's mouth was wide open trying to breathe so Keith poured the remaining cum into her mouth. Sara coughed at the intrusion as some of the semen went into her lungs instead of her stomach. This did not deter the ferocious nature of her orgasm. As the coughing stopped and Sara began to calm down, she finally noticed the salty taste on her lips.

Cindy had finally calmed down herself and popped the dildo from Sara's body.

Cindy: "Remember, don't wipe off that cum. That is your present to take home."

Sara started to get to her knees, but she was too weak and slid back down to her side.

Cindy: "We are going to have to work on your stamina. Only two orgasms and you are already spent. Look at poor Keith here. He has another boner and you aren't fit enough to service him."

Sara tried to focus her eyes on the young boy, but her mind was too far-gone.

Cindy: "I'm sorry Keith. I know you were looking forward to having her blow you, but I don't see that happening today. I'll have her blow you another time."

Keith: "What am I supposed to do with this?" pointing to his obvious hard on.

Cindy: "You can jack off on the slut if you like. She won't mind. Just blast her tits this time so her whole upper body will be coated."

Sara watched passively as the young boy pulled out a rigid cock. Keith frantically started pulling on it like a dog afraid someone was going to take away his bone. Sara started regaining her strength and started to reach for his cock just as he started spraying out his load. Cindy slapped away Sara's hand leaving her chest unprotected as spurt after spurt hit her upper torso. Before either Cindy or Sara could react, Keith grabbed Sara's head and forced his cock into her mouth.

Keith: "Clean me off, bitch."

Cindy was shocked at Keith's behavior. He had always been passive during their games. Sara must have brought out the animal in him. It probably had to do with Sara's age, near his own mother's, she mused. Perhaps this kid had more potential than Cindy had given him credit.

Almost as fast as he put it in, Keith pulled out is now deflating cock and tucked in back in his pants. "We should do this again, ladies," he said as he walked out the door.

Sara laid back, cum drying all over her body.

Sara: "How much time do I really have to get home."

Cindy: "Just enough to get you dressed and out of here. You should have a few minutes to wash your face, but I would not plan on taking a shower for a while."

Cindy led Sara back into the house and to the front porch to retrieve her clothes. Sara found her top and shorts, but no underwear.

Cindy: "I guess some per stole your undies. Probably Keith when he got home. You'll have to get them back from him later."

Sara took her two items of clothes and went back inside. Cindy directed her to the couch.

Cindy: "Before you leave, I want you to understand exactly what is happening. So far, you have learned some of the skills about what it takes to be a submissive and a slut. The training so far is what I call 'soft' training. You've learned your lessons well and if you agree, your formal training can begin. If you accept your training, you will be making no decisions regarding your life. The club will take care of Frank and see to his sexual needs. Sometime it will be you, sometimes it will be someone else. Don't worry. He will not be lacking of company. Mistress Heather has big plans for you. If you complete your training and serve her faithfully, you will experience more pleasure than you ever thought. If not, she will not hesitate to punish you and believe me when I say this, you have never experienced as much pain as her punishments."

Sara kept nodding trying to make sense of everything she was hearing.

Cindy: "Get dressed and go home. You can wash your face, but don't shower. I want you to send Mistress Heather an email describing your day. Don't leave out any of your feelings, she will want to know what you liked and disliked. Mistress Heather can be difficult, but she is also fair. Expect an email Wednesday morning with further instructions. You can shower after you finish your email. You can have sex with Frank, but don't cum. You are also to masturbate at least four times each day between now and when you see your mistress. Take yourself right to the edge, but not over. Mistress Heather will be able to tell and the momentary pleasure of an orgasm will not be worth the cost, I assure you. Now thank me and go home."

Sara kneeled down and kissed Cindy's outstretched foot.




Sara's Training Ch. 04



Sara had been on pins and needles for days, ever since Cindy told her to expect Mistress Heather would contact her on Wednesday. Sara had done as she had been instructed. Saturday she sent a lengthy email to Mistress Heather detailing what Cindy and done to her, how it made her feel and what she had learned about herself from the experience. Sara hoped her actions would please her. Sara longed to see Mistress Heather again. So far their contact had been to the periphery of Sara's decent into submissive slutdom. Sara had learned that Mistress Heather had been directing her 'soft training' as Cindy had categorized the last two weeks. Sara had serviced her mistress only twice and the first time she was blindfolded and didn't even know it was her. For the past week, Sara had been following instructions from a woman who could still reject her, a thought too dreadful to believe.

For the past three days, Sara had been vigilant about keeping her husband, Frank, happy sexually. Over the past two weeks he had definitely been the lucky recipient of Sara's increased libido. Even if he didn't know what had caused the change, he was happy about it. Sara also followed the instruction to masturbate at least four times per day and to stop just before she climaxed. At first, on Sunday, Sara was still on a sexual high from what Cindy had done to her on Saturday. It took Sara fifteen minutes of effort before she reached the point where she needed to stop. As the week wore on, Sara's desperate need to orgasm steadily brought down the amount of time she could touch herself. Sara was in a constant state of arousal. Her panties were always damp. She had gone from masturbating twice in the morning, once in the afternoon and once in the evening, to sticking her hand down her pants every chance she got. She would rub her clit for just a few seconds before having to pull her hand away. Sara wanted to believe Mistress Heather would not know if she climaxed, but given the methodical way she and Cindy had played her body over the past two week, Sara knew that was just an empty wish.

Wednesday morning Sara woke early. She had not had a restful night. She tossed and turned as her mind was bombarded with sexual dreams featuring herself and Mistress Heather. The day had finally come. Paying heed to Cindy's comments about keeping her pussy shaved, Sara began her day with that task. She had bought mirror that had a stand and magnified its image. This made her task of shaving much easier. She quickly dispatched the stubble now growing around her pussy and brought herself to the brink of an orgasm with the shaft of the disposable razor. Sara was on edge. She needed to cum with the greatest sense of urgency she ever felt about anything.

Sara the showered using a pleasant smelling body wash and put on a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt. By this time the rest of the house was beginning to stir. Sara headed to the den and checked her email. No message yet. Sara left the computer on so she would receive any messages from Mistress Heather immediately. She then headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Frank and the kids.

Sara decided to make eggs for the family. As she was flipping the scrambled pieces over in the pan, the spatula triggered a flashback to Cindy in the park. This was happening with greater frequency. Sara would see or touch a common item and her mind would remember an event from her new life. Her pussy would invariably gush in a most embarrassing way. This is what happened standing in front of the stove. Sara was thankful she wore regular panties today. The cotton would soak up her juices without furthering her already palpable embarrassment.

Sara served the eggs along with some raisin toast and excused herself. She headed back to the den to see if Mistress Heather had written her. Alas there was no message. Sara was disappointed. The ache in her pussy needed to be scratched. She sat down on their office chair and stuck her hand down her pants once more. If Mistress Heather did not contact her soon, Sara felt she could not be responsible for any orgasms she happened to have.

Sara was close to cumming. Very close. She tried to pull her hand back, but it didn't want to. Sara felt she was losing control of her cognizant actions as her subconscious mind was controlling her actions. Just before her self-imposed celibacy was ruined, her computer beeped that there was a new message. Sara pulled her hands out of her pants, her juices glistening the sides of her fingers.

Sara grabbed the mouse urgently as she click on the email. It was from Cindy. The message greeted Sara warmly. Attached was a video file. Sara didn't even have to look at it. Clearly it would be the footage of her orgasm in the gazebo from Saturday. Cindy wrote that the image was rough. She had not set the camera down in a great place before she fucked Sara. Cindy did say the audio, however, was good. Sara though back to how she begged for Cindy to fuck her. She was not anxious to hear the clip or see that little bastard Keith pour his cum on her. The email closed with a reminder not to cum. Sara was busted once again. How does Cindy know her so well.

Sara headed back to the kitchen just in time to see the kids off for school and Frank off to work. Frank thanked her again for letting him play golf on Saturday saying all these events with the boss made him believe he would be getting a promotion soon. He gave Sara a quick kiss and was out the door.

Sara started doing the dishes. She wanted to stay focused on anything except waiting for the email. Her effort was futile. Within minutes Sara's longing led her back to the den and her computer. There still was no message from Mistress Heather, but there was the video Cindy had sent her. Sara started watching the clip. By now Sara instantly recognized the woman being brutally slammed by another woman's dildo. Three weeks ago, Sara would not have believed what she was watching. Cindy was right, the framing of the video was not good, but Sara's face and her expressions of pleasure were clearly visible. Cindy was also right about the audio. The screams of passion emanating from her mouth were clear as day, mixed with Cindy's own sounds of zeal. Cindy's head was cut off by the angle of the camera, but it was obvious a woman was fucking Sara. It was also obvious that a teenager was about to pour cum all over her face and open mouth.

Sara resisted playing with herself while the video rolled. She knew she could never keep from cumming if she so much as touched her clit right now. The scene before her captivated her. Cindy had given her so much pleasure, but promised Mistress Heather would deliver even more. As the video finished and Keith shot his load on Sara's chest, another email arrived. It was 8:45am and the email was from Heather.

"My dearest Sara," the email began. "How I have looked forward to this day. Ever since Cindy first described you, I have been planning to make you my slave. So far in the last two weeks you have progressed well from suburban soccer mom to wanton slut. I was worried when we played phone tag last week that you would not be satisfactory. I now believe you are ready to begin your service of my needs. I want you to come to me today ready to begin a rigorous training regiment. I will not be easy on you, but if you please me, I guarantee you will experience pleasures beyond your imagination."

Sara was reading the email with great anticipation. With each sentence, her desire to serve Mistress Heather grew.

"The clock has started ticking. If you have followed Cindy's instructions, you have been expecting this email. I want you to go to see Susan at the mall. She will dress you appropriately. Then come to my house. I have attached a link to Yahoo Maps with the directions. When you arrive, enter through the garage service door. There you will find further instructions. The quicker you get here, the more time we will have together today. I have allotted enough time for you to travel safely. If you followed your instructions and are waiting for this email, you will be able to make it to my house within an hour. If you succeed in this first task, you will be rewarded. If you are late, you will be punished. We will start with one spank per minute you are late. If you are more than one hour late, we will have to get more creative. Do not be late. I don't want to start you off negatively."

The email was signed simply Mistress Heather.

Sara finished reading the email and quickly reread it to be sure she didn't miss anything. Her pussy grew slicker at the mention of a reward. Sara grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. She had 55 minutes left.

Sara sped to the mall. Normally the drive took 15 minutes, but she made it in 10. Sara tried to tell herself to slow down and that she had plenty of time, but her mind was too focused on the heat in her crotch to listen to reason. It was just after 9am when she walked in the main entrance. The mall did not open for shopping until 10, but the doors opened early for people who wanted to exercise walking around the mall and for store employees to get to their posts. Sara hoped she didn't run into Maggie, Andi, Sam or Glenda, as they would delay her. She made a spirited dash over to Victoria's Secret. The gate was down causing Sara immediate concern that she could not possibly make it to Mistress Heather's on time.

As Sara stood by the gate, Susan waved at her from the sales counter. Susan walked over and greeted Sara while raising the gate to allow her to enter. 

Susan: "I was disappointed you didn't stop by on Friday, but after Andi told me the details, I understand. I told Heather I missed my chance to see you naked again so she said she would have you stop over and shop. I know you are rushed, so let's get to it. I should have you out of here in 15 minutes or so."

Sara didn't exactly believe Susan, at least about the timing, but she didn't have much say in the matter. Sara followed Susan to the back of the store and the changing rooms. 

Susan: "I think I remember all your sizes, so why don't you strip and I will go get your clothes."

Susan walked out of the changing room leaving Sara to undress. Sara wasted no time. The quicker she finished here, the quicker she would see her mistress and claim her reward.

Susan returned carrying only a few items and a locking satchel. She told Sara that Mistress Heather liked her girls to look very feminine. To that end, all she was to wear today were white silk stockings, a garter belt, white g-string and high heels. Since Victoria's Secret did not carry shoes, Susan had taken the liberty of borrowing a pair of 4" stilettos from Maggie. Susan said Sara could pay Maggie back later.

Susan helped Sara put on the stockings, taking care to rub Sara's legs as she did. After clipping the stockings into the garter, Susan placed her finger at the entrance to Sara's pussy.

"You've been waiting 4 days haven't you? I bet you would do anything for this right now," Susan said as she teasingly inserted her finger to the first knuckle. 

Sara didn't say a word, but she did lift her hips in an attempt to force more of Susan's finger into her.

"I thought so," commented Susan. As I recall, the last time you were in my store also I fingered your pussy. So far you have not done anything for me."

Sara knew immediately what Susan was inferring. Sara slid down to her knees in front of the older woman, taking care not to ruin the stockings. Susan drew up her skirt. Sara was not surprised to see Susan was not wearing panties. Thankful that her arms were not cuffed, Sara grabbed Susan's ass and pulled her pussy to her lips. Susan was already slick with anticipation. Sara was thankful because she was in a hurry. Sara worked quickly tonguing Susan's clit and outer lips. She then took her right hand off Susan's ass and began to finger fuck her. Within a few minutes Susan was showing signs of an approaching orgasm. Susan grabbed Sara's head and held her tight as a small, but satisfying orgasm overtook her. For her part, Sara was just happy to be done. She got no pleasure from this act. Her mind was too focused on leaving quickly.

Susan pushed Sara away and thanked her. "That will make my day go much better." Sara stood to leave and picked up her shirt to get dressed.

Susan: "I thought I made myself clear. I guess I didn't. Mistress Heather wants you to wear only what you have on now."

Sara: "I can't walk outside like this!"

Susan: "Don't be silly. I've got a coat for you to wear. Now be a dear and put your clothes in this bag. Mistress Heather has the key. She doesn't want you to chicken out now that you are so close to your reward."

Sara was not happy with the arrangement. The clock showed 9:21. She only 24 minutes to get to Mistress Heather's house, so she didn't dare squabble further. Into the bag went all of Sara's clothes, her shoes and finally, at Susan's insistence, her purse. All Sara was allowed to carry was her keys.

Susan: "You made it here pretty quick. You must have been speeding. We don't want that to continue. If you insist on driving too fast, you will need to do some serious explaining to the police so you might want to slow down."

Sara gave Susan a quick kiss goodbye and headed for the door. She moved quickly through the mall not wanting to waste any time or risk being exposed and seen by the exercise walkers. Just as she reached the mall entrance, Sam the security guard grabbed her arm from behind.

Sam: "Well hello sweetness. Running naked through my mall again?"

Sara: "Not exactly. I need to get going I'm running late."

Sam: "You are dressed almost exactly like the last time I saw you. Can't you afford to wear more clothes?"

Sara: "Really, I need to go."

Sam: "I can give you a big reason to stay."

Sam released Sara's arm and cupped his groin leaving no interpretation available to his statement.

Sara: "I have an appointment. I need to get going or will be late. Maybe we can meet up later."

Sam: "Ok, I'll hold you to that. How about another quick view before you go?"

Sara was happy Sam wasn't going to press her for more. She looked around and didn't see anyone near them, so she quickly opened and shut Susan's coat.

Sam: "Just as I remembered. You really are quite a slut, aren't you?"

Sara just smiled. She didn't even blush this time. She blew Sam a kiss and headed out the door. The weather was warm and there was a light breeze blowing. Sara felt very naughty walking to her car. She jumped in and started the engine up. Looking at her watch, she saw she was down to 18 minutes. The conversation with Sam had cost her some of her leeway.

Sara sped out of the parking lot. She figured Mistress Heather's house was between 10 and 15 minutes away. It was a fairly direct route, but traffic was always a variable. She was careful not to exceed the speed limit. Sara didn't want to risk getting pulled over and having to explain the way she was dressed and why her driver's license was locked in a case with her clothes. Traffic was moving steadily and Sara began to relax, if only a little bit. Then it happened. Sara saw the flashing lights.

Traffic slowed to a crawl as the gates in front of the train tracks came down. Sara thought about trying to detour around the tracks, but she was not very familiar with this neighborhood and the map she had printed didn't show another crossing for several miles. A freight train started across the road. Fortunately there was only one engine and it was moving swiftly. "At least the train can't be too long," Sara mused.

Sara was left to replay the day in her head. She could not have gotten to this point any quicker. She had planned enough time, but now she would probably be late. Sara lamented her situation. She wondered exactly what punishment Mistress Heather would inflict on her. Sara had been warned that the punishments she had previously received would be nothing compared to what Mistress Heather was capable of dishing out. As Sara though more and more about what her punishment would be, her pussy started to lubricate once again. Sara was daydreaming about being over Mistress Heather's lap or tied facedown to her bed when she heard the car horn behind her blaring. Sara's mind snapped back to reality. The train had passed and the cars in front of her had already crossed the tracks. Sara jammed her foot onto the gas and gave the driver behind her a little wave.

By Sara's watch, she was now down to under 10 minutes to go. Sara decided to risk a ticket and sped up. As she weaved her way through traffic, Sara tried to make up for the train delay and even ran a red light after carefully checking to see if anybody was heading through the intersection. Sara was in a race against time and nothing was going to stop her.

Sara pulled into Mistress Heather gated community, telling the guard she was there to visit the Chandlers. The guard said he would call ahead and if Sara just followed the main road until it ended, she would find their house. Sara thanked the guard and quickly pulled away. The subdivision had a 20 mph speed limit, but Sara wasn't about to worry about a rent-a-cop stopping her. She sped along the twisting road at between 45 and 50 mph. Slowing only to check her watch, Sara watched the house numbers increase. She would see Mistress Heather soon.

The long entrance road dead-ended into a cul-de-sac with three large homes, each taking 90 degrees of the circle, dominating the landscape. The Chandler's house was in the middle. Sara thought it didn't have much character from the outside. Like too many new homes, it looked a lot like its neighbors, although Sara was sure the inside would be impeccable. There was a Toyoda Yaris parked in front and no cars in the driveway. Sara parked in the street, behind the Yaris. She looked at her watch. 8:43am. 

Sara practically yanked the keys out of the ignition. She jumped out of the car and slammed the car door shut. Sara remembered pushing the lock button on her key fob, but didn't notice if the car actually locked. She was too busy running up the driveway to care. 

The driveway was brick making it difficult to run in her high heels. Sara had to slow down to avoid tripping. The relentless ticking of the clock rang in her head. Sara rounded the side of the garage and spied the service door. She wanted to look at her watch again, but at this point was saving seconds. As she reached for the knob, her heart was pounding and her breathing was labored. The past hour had been foreplay like she had never known. Her release, positive or negative, was at hand.

Sara found the door unlocked, the garage lights turned on automatically and a clothes rod just like Mistress Heather had promised in her email. There was one hanger on the rod and a piece of paper taped to it.

"If you are reading this slut Sara, you have received my email and decided to submit to my desires. Hang up your coat. If you have followed the dressing instructions I gave to Susan, you should be ready to play. Kneel down, with your legs spread, on the rubber mat facing the door. Cup your breasts in your hands holding them up to me as an offering. This is the position you are to assume whenever we meet. I will be joining you shortly." The note was signed Mistress Heather.

The note was short and to the point. Sara didn't need to read it twice. She hung up her coat and looked down to find the mat. The garage floor was immaculate. It was finished with epoxy paint. Overall the garage was spotless. All the tools were hung on the walls and there were cabinets for smaller items. Sara though the garage was neater than her house.

Sara found the mat. It was high-density rubber, about two feet by two feet, located besides the clothes rod. She carefully knelt down, again taking care not to damage her stockings. Sara faced the door leading to the inside of the house, her knees positioned at the front corners of the mat. Sara placed her feet together in the center of the back. Based on her experiences with Cindy, Sara almost put her hands behind her. Of course, that is not what Mistress Heather had instructed her to do, so she quickly moved her hands forward grasping each breast. Sara lifted her breasts and separated them, holding them with her three outside fingers below and holding each nipple with her thumb and forefinger.




Sara's Training Ch. 04



Sara wanted desperately wanted to stick a hand down her g-string. She knew she would be punished for her actions, but she also knew an orgasm would be instantaneous. Sara kept repeating to herself "I'm a good slave who follows directions."

While Sara had ordered her not to cum and was instructed by Mistress Heather to keep her hands on her breasts, she had not been told she could not play with her nipples. As Sara waited for Mistress Heather to enter the garage, her fingers began slowly twisting her hardening nubs. As the minutes ticked by, Sara's arousal built ever higher. Her nipples were rock hard. Her breathing was labored. Sara knew that any stimulation to her clit right now would send her over the edge. She longed for Mistress Heather to arrive. Even the stinging touch of a ridding crop would be enough to send Sara into orgasmic delight.

Five minutes passed... then ten. The garage light, which automatically turned on when Sara opened the service door, had long since turned off leaving Sara alone in the dark. She wondered what was causing the delay. Eventually Sara had to stop playing with her nipples. She was too close to cumming. She had never achieved orgasm with just nipple play before, but the mental foreplay of the last hour had her brain in a fog. Her desire for release was too great. She could not hold back much longer.

After spending half an hour holding her position waiting for Mistress Heather, the door finally opened. It was her new mistress. Bright light from the house shown around Mistress Heather's perfect form causing her to appear to Sara in silhouette. Sara's mouth watered. So did her pussy. Sara hoped Mistress Heather was pleased with Sara's appearance.

Mistress Heather was as gorgeous as Sara remembered. She had only seen her in person once, at Cindy's party, but her image had been burned into Sara's mind. As Mistress Heather strutted down the steps into the garage, she looked every bit the in charge dominatrix Sara had been longing for. Mistress Heather was dressed in a latex catsuit. Sara had never seen such an outfit before. Even the back room at Professional Woman didn't stock such an outfit. The latex fit Mistress Heather like a glove, accentuating her curves in all the right places. High-heeled boots tightened her calves and buttocks. A zipper ran through the crotch from the front to the back. Sara hoped the easy access would mean she would soon be sucking Mistress Heather's pussy. The top of the catsuit was cut away around Mistress Heather's perfect breasts. Their silicone augmentation held them high without the aid of a bra. Sara marveled at their size and remembered being told Mistress Heather liked her slaves to nurse. Sara pictured herself doing just that while her mistress held her tight and fingered her to countless orgasms. Sara was completely under Mistress Heather's spell. A look of pure lust covered Sara's face as she involuntarily began rubber her nipples again.

Mistress Heather didn't say a word. Spread before her was a beautiful housewife obviously ready to serve her every need. Heather liked what she saw. Sara was obviously turned on and reaching a point of no return. Heather liked her slaves in this state. They were easier to control. She watched as Sara absentmindedly played with her own nipples and came closer and closer to making herself cum. Truth be told, Heather would have enjoyed watching Sara thrash about right now, but she wanted her new toy to succeed in her training. Starting the day with an unauthorized orgasm was not part of the plan.

Mistress Heather: "Just what are you doing with MY nipples, little girl? You understand those nipples belong to me now, don't you?"

Sara looked up in despair. She wanted to obey, but she had to cum.

Sara: "Yes Mistress Heather."

Mistress Heather: "I understand your desire to climax. Stop playing with your nipples and you will soon get your wish. First we have to discuss your penalty for being late."

Sara: "But mistress, I was at least one minute early."

Mistress Heather: "Are you correcting me, insolent one?"

Sara: "No mam. May I explain?"

Mistress Heather: "You may continue."

Sara: "I received your email at 8:45am. I left my house within minutes. I went to see Susan as you instructed. I left the mall as quickly as I could and was only delayed by a freight train. I arrived here at 8:43 and ran into the garage where I read your note and have been waiting ever since."

Mistress Heather enjoyed hearing the frustration in the Sara's voice. So far everything was going to plan. Heather had made sure Susan and Sam would delay Sara just enough to catch the daily 8:30 train. Heather was usually a little lenient on her new slaves, especially if the really did try hard to follow her instructions. She found positive reinforcement worked better than a early beating for most of her girls. There would be plenty of time for that later. But she also knew she had to remain in charge and the threat of punishment always needed to be present.

Mistress Heather: "But I sent your email at 8:40. You were at least 4 minutes late."

Sara: "Please mistress. I did not receive your message until 8:45."

Mistress Heather: "Perhaps I should not hold you responsible for delays on the internet. I'll tell you what. If you can answer a simple question, I will not punish you for being late."

Sara looked questioningly at her mistress. Certainly there had to be a trick involved. Sara watched as Mistress Heather opened one of the garage cabinets. She pulled out two objects. One was a long strap-on dildo. The other was a ping-pong paddle. Sara looked at both with hunger. Certainly she had a preference, but she knew she would orgasm from either.

Mistress Heather: "Ok, here is your simple question. Take your time and tell me which one of these items is used for your reward and which on is for your punishment."

Sara paused. Obviously this was a trick question, the real issue was why. Several answers ran through her head. Would Mistress Heather chastise her for picking the obvious one. If she chose the paddle as her reward would Mistress Heather choose not to fuck her? Mistress Heather probably wanted her to choose the paddle, but how could the strap-on be a punishment.

Mistress Heather: "I'm waiting. The question isn't that tough."

Sara: "Mistress Heather, my body belongs to you. Either item can be a reward or a punishment. The decision is up to you as to how they are used."

Mistress Heather: "A very good answer. It shows you have learned your place in this relationship. Looking at you, I know you would orgasm if I paddled that sweet ass of yours. That certainly would be a reward. Similarly if I fucked you with the strap-on, it would be difficult to call that punishment. Looking at you I know I can't expect you to hold back an orgasm from either. I should take you inside until you calm down a little so we can play."

The look of disappointment on Sara's face was palpable. Her eyes were focused on the strap-on in Mistress Heather's right hand, even as she tried to give voice to the answer she knew her mistress wanted to hear.

Sara: "If that is your decision, I will honor it without question."

Sara was lying. She would despise her mistress if she didn't let her cum right now. She had faithfully teased herself for three days, keeping herself on edge for this moment. By Sara's logic, she should reach down, get herself off, grab the bag with her clothes and walk away from Mistress Heather forever. But as Mistress Heather stood before her tapping the toe of her boot in an impatient cadence, Sara's eyes looked up and met her mistress' eyes. The view moving up Mistress Heather's body to her stern face caused a wave of submission to flow back over Sara. She could meet Mistress Heather's glare for only a moment, her will to rebel gone, her place in the relationship cemented.

Sara: "Yes mistress. I will do as you command."

There was a long silence. Heather already had decided what to do, but to Sara, the silence was deafening. 

Mistress Heather: "You have pleased me, slave. Undoubtedly you will do something worthy of punishment later, but now, I think I will fuck the everlasting shit out of you."

Sara was shocked at the harshness of Mistress Heather's words. True she was not there expecting Mistress Heather to make love to her and yes Sara needed to be fucked hard at that moment, but still, she thought she had more of a connection with the beautiful dominant.

Sara watched with eagerness has Mistress Heather stepped into the harness and tightened the straps. Sara's eyes were focused on the obscene fake cock swinging from her Mistress Heather's hips.

Mistress Heather: "I chose a black strap-on to honor your time with Sam. I enjoyed reading your account of your day in the mall. Certainly the video footage was most entertaining. I have fucked Sam several times. He is very good, but I am better."

Sara had no doubt about Mistress Heather's prowess with the strap-on. She licked her lips in anticipation, her pussy dripping with need.

Mistress Heather: "Step one... get this cock in your mouth and show me what a good cocksucker you are."

Mistress Heather advanced on the kneeling Sara and placed the phallus at her lips. Sara opened immediately and began liberally coating the fake cock with her saliva. Mistress Heather grabbed the back of Sara's head and forced her mouth further onto the dildo until the tip hit the back of Sara's mouth.

Mistress Heather: "We're going to have to work on your cocksucking skills. You will have plenty of practice and you will become an expert."

Sara began gagging as the tip of the dildo found the opening to her throat.

Mistress Heather: "Just relax and let it slide down, slut. I know some studs bigger than this dildo and if you ever want me to let them tear you apart, you had better learn to deep throat them."

Sara heard the words and did her best to relax. But her gag reflex had taken over, and she started to cough. Mistress Heather, not wanting her slave to vomit, pulled her cock out of Sara's mouth.

Mistress Heather: "Perhaps you are not ready to serve me?" she taunted.

Sara: "Mistress, please give me another chance."

Mistress Heather: "Here's the deal. You are going to tilt your head back and hold it perfectly still. I will slide this dildo into your mouth until I am satisfied with your performance. Relax your throat. It will go right in. If you want me to stop, lift your hands. If you complete this task, I will bend you over the car and drill your pussy. If you make it five strokes without orgasming I will be amazed. If you fail me in this task, I will take you inside and your orgasm will be denied until I feel you have earned it. Deal?"

Sara knew this was the best offer she was going to get. She nodded her agreement, then tilted her head back.

Mistress Heather brought the fake cock back to Sara's lips, but did not insert it. She like tormenting the older woman. She understood Sara's needs like nobody else. Sara would do anything she asked and say thank you. Heather knew she could stick the dildo in Sara's throat to the base and make her vomit, yet Sara would never raise her hand.

Slowly, Heather started pushing the dildo back into Sara's mouth. Inch by inch, the hard shaft moved toward Sara's throat. In some ways, Sara wished Mistress Heather would push the dildo in all at once, but she wasn't sure what damage that action would cause.

Sara did her best to relax. To her surprise she didn't feel like gagging. As the tip of the dildo reached the opening to her throat, Sara took one last deep breath and shut her eyes. She felt the dildo continue on its path. She tried not to concentrate on what was happening, preferring to look forward to her reward.

Mistress Heather was pleased that Sara had followed her instruction to relax. She anticipated many kinky adventures with her new play toy and today was just the start. Heather watched as Sara's throat bulged as the intruder filled it. Sara's eyes were watering and saliva was dripping from her mouth, but she held her head still and allowed Heather to do as she wished.

Mistress Heather was surprised that Sara was able to take all nine inches of the strap-on. After Sara's nose touched the harness, Heather quickly pulled the dildo back out as Sara gasped for breath. She had remained in position on her knees holding her breasts through the entire ordeal. Mistress Heather was pleased. Sara had great potential and Heather was determined not to repeat some mistakes she had made with previous lovers.

Sara bent forward slightly as she was trying to regain her composure. Mistress Heather complimented her on passing the deep throat test. Sara smiled thinking she was finally going to get her much needed release. Mistress Heather ordered Sara to stand and put her arms behind her back. She then took Sara's left nipple between her fingers and pulled Sara over to the hood of her car.

Mistress Heather: "I know you are ready for your reward. Always remember I can go from cruel to kind and back again very quickly. You have pleased me this morning, so you will be allowed to cum. Later today, I may beat you. Everything depends on you."

Sara: "Yes mistress. I understand."

Mistress Heather: "Good. Now bend over the hood. Reach forward with both your arms and put your right leg up on the bumper."

As Sara moved into position, Mistress Heather pushed aside the tiny thread holding the back of Sara's g-string in position.

Mistress Heather: "You're very wet, slut. My finger is not even near your pussy yet and I can already feel your moisture."

Sara didn't answer, but a soft moan escaped her lips. Mistress Heather gave Sara's ass a hard swat.

Mistress Heather: "I'm sorry slave, I didn't hear that."

Sara: "Yes, Mistress Heather, I am very wet."

Mistress Heather: "That's better."

Mistress Heather then grabbed the soiled g-string and tore it from Sara's defenseless body. The thin material ripped easily, hardly moving Sara out of position. Mistress Heather proceeded to hang the underwear on Sara's head.

Mistress Heather: "Here slut, smell what you have been giving away."

Sara took a deep breath, her nostrils overrun by the scent of her arousal. At the same time, Mistress Heather grabbed both of Sara's ass cheeks and spread them apart. Heather wiggled her hips causing the strap-on to brush against Sara's pussy lips. Sara moaned again in expectation.

Mistress Heather: "Here's what I want you to do. I'm only going to insert the first two inches. You are then going to squat yourself down on my femcock. You will go slowly. Although you are ready to cum, I want you to hold off as long as you can. You must learn complete control over your orgasm."

Mistress Heather let go of Sara's right cheek and grabbed the base of the dildo. She positioned it at the entrance to Sara's sopping pussy.

Mistress Heather: "Here we go."

Mistress Heather gave a small push and the dildo pushed past Sara's pussy lips with no resistance. The sound of a sharp intake of air could be heard from Sara's mouth. 

Mistress Heather: "Ok, I'm done for now. The rest is up to you."

Sara needed no encouragement. With her legs positioned as they were, a simple bend of her knees brought the dildo deeper into her womanhood. Sara made a guttural sound as she impaled herself six inches onto the fake cock. Her position, bent over the car, insured an angle of penetration unlike one she had experienced before and it felt great. As expected, after just a few humps of the dildo, Sara was ready to explode.

Sara: "Oh mistress, please let me cum."

Mistress Heather: "Soon my dear. I want you to pick up speed a bit first. I'm enjoying your show quite a bit."

Sara moaned, half in lust, half in frustration. Her begging became constant as she sped up her body's piston like gyrations. Mistress Heather was very happy. She knew Sara was struggling to hold back her orgasm. Sara was doing much better than most novices. Heather would be able to train her faster and have much more fun with her.

Mistress Heather sensed Sara had reached the end of her endurance. Her moans had changed to screams of ecstasy. Sara's butt was flying up and down on the dildo. Heather was amazed she had not climaxed yet and was ready to give Sara the release she sought.


Mistress Heather bent over Sara burying the fake cock fully in Sara's pussy. Sara started to quiver at the full penetration. At the same time, Heather reached her left arm under Sara's torso and firmly grabbed Sara by the breast, pulling her into a standing position. As she stood up, Heather reached around with her right hand and gave Sara's clit a hard slap.

Sara's body immediately started to convulse in an explosive orgasm. Heather's right hand moved upward and took hold of Sara's right breast. Using both hands for leverage, Heather started dipping her own knees forcing the dildo to resume its cadence of pleasure.

Sara's body was out of control. Three days of teasing herself plus the events of the morning poured out of her core. She was no longer aware of her surroundings as her orgasm overtook her body and racked her soul. She shuddered through two minutes of continual orgasm as Heather continued to assault her pussy. As Sara finally began to calm down, Heather pushed her back across the hood of the car and picked up the pace of her onslaught. 

Mistress Heather grabbed both of Sara's arms and pulled them behind her back. Sara was in no state to offer any resistance. Her face was turned so the left side was flush with the hood of the car. Her clit was rubbing incessantly on the edge of the hood with each thrust from her mistress. Sara didn't even have the strength to moan.

Mistress Heather easily held both of Sara's arms with her left hand and proceeded to begin spanking Sara's butt with her right.

Mistress Heather: "Whom does this body belong to, slut!" she yelled.

Sara: "You mistress. It belongs to you."

Mistress Heather: "Correct and I want to see you cum against... now"

Mistress Heather instruction hit Sara like a lightning bolt. Her submissive posture, the pressure on her clit and Heather's relentless pounding was all the stimulation Sara needed. She exploded into her second orgasm in the last 5 minutes; content to let her mistress use her any way she wanted. Although not as earth shattering as the first, Sara second orgasm was draining. As Heather withdrew the dildo and let go of Sara's arms, she slid down the hood of the car to the garage floor.

Sara: "Thank you mistress. That was amazing."

Mistress Heather: "I enjoyed it too. If you continue to please me, you can look forward to many such rewards. Do you have enough energy to come into the house?"

Sara looked up at her mistress. She wanted nothing more that to spend the day with her goddess. Sara reached up her hand and Heather helped pull her to her feet. Sara looked at her watch. It was only 10:15 but already she was exhausted.

Mistress Heather: "I've got other plans for you today, but right now I think you need a nap."

Mistress Heather led Sara into the house. There was a large wall mirror near the garage hallway. Sara looked at her reflection. She was a mess. The knees on her stockings were torn, her hair was a mess and her pussy was swollen. Sara slowly turned around and was greeted by a pink glow on her buttocks. Sara thought she looked like a fucked out piece of meat, which of course, she was.

Sara heard her mistress talking, but it wasn't to her. Sara turned again and saw a young girl, perhaps not quite 19 standing next to her mistress and wearing a revealing maid's costume. Mistress Heather was giving her instruction on which room to clean next. The young girl was paying close attention to Mistress Heather, although she stole glances at Sara whenever possible. Sara was humiliated. Being naked in front of people had started to grow on her. Being seen by a stranger right after her ravagement was something new.




Sara's Training Ch. 04



Sara watched as Mistress Heather whispered something in the girl's ear while both women were looking in Sara's direction. Whatever she said must have pleased the young girl as she looked straight at Sara and licked her lips. Sara shivered at what that simple gesture meant.

Mistress Heather led the girl over to where Sara was standing and introduced her as Stephanie. 

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie is a junior at Northwestern. She is studying psychology, although I think she learns more in my service than her professors teach her."

Sara took a moment to look at Stephanie. She was almost innocent looking, her face not yet spoiled by the stress of life as an adult. She was a small girl; perhaps 5'1" tall and at most 110lbs. Stephanie had black hair and very small breasts. The maid's outfit she wore did little to conceal her body. It was black nylon, a web like material really. From a distance it would appear solid, but up close it was completely transparent. Supplementing the garment was a frilly white lace apron and shoes with heels entirely too high to be practical for her task.

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie has been cleaning for me for a couple of years. I met her when she was a freshman. She needed money to supplement her scholarship and answered an ad I had placed for a maid. She doesn't schedule any classes on Wednesday and spends her day here.

Sara: "It is nice to meet her."

Stephanie: "It is nice to meet you, Sara. I hope I get a chance to spend more time with you this afternoon."

Mistress Heather: "We'll see. If you're both good girls today, I may let you have a special reward."

Stephanie licked her lips again then turned and walked out of the room. Sara watched her tiny butt wiggle as she left, until Mistress Heather snapped her fingers in front of her face.

Mistress Heather: "You need to concentrate on pleasing me if you want a piece of Stephanie."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "I want you to go upstairs. You will find a guest bedroom on you left. Take a shower and then take a quick nap. I know our little garage adventure took a lot out of you and I need you refreshed before I lay out my plans for you."

Sara: "As you wish."

Sara turned and walked up the stairs in search of the guest bedroom. Mistress Heather walked after Stephanie to cure the ache in her pussy fucking Sara had created.

Mistress Heather found Stephanie in the living room using a feather duster to clean the cocktail table. She looked delectable bending over the table, her costume skirt riding up high on her thighs. Mistress Heather thanked her lucky stars the day Stephanie answered the ad. She had been seduced into the service of Mistress Heather on her second full day on the job.

Mistress Heather snapped her fingers to alert Stephanie to her presence. Immediately Stephanie put down the duster, came over to her mistress and knelt before her.

Stephanie: "What does my mistress require?"

Heather didn't even say a word. She simply pointed to her pussy.

Stephanie: "Thank you for this treat, mistress."

Stephanie reached for the zipper on Mistress Heather's jumpsuit and quickly opened the crotch. Mistress Heather's scent was powerful. Stephanie found it intoxicating as always. As she had been taught, Stephanie then rocked herself back and tilted her head away from her mistress. Heather moved forward sliding her pussy over Stephanie's chin, mouth and nose. Heather reached down and held Stephanie's head while she rubbed herself on her young maid's face.

"Open," was all Heather needed to say for Stephanie to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. Heather firmly planted her dripping pussy over Stephanie's mouth and instructed her to get to work. Stephanie loved this part of her day. The sight of another naked woman in the house always aroused her. Her jealousy about sharing Mistress Heather had long since past. She knew that if Mistress Heather thought Sara was worth investing time, sooner or later a kinky adventure would follow.

Mistress Heather was pleased at having two playmates at her house today. There was a fire in her belly from fucking Sara, which Stephanie's talented tongue would quench. Heather began rocking her hips to the beat of Stephanie's oral ability. Heather felt herself building to strong orgasm and wanted more. She dismounted from Stephanie's face and pulled the girl by the hair over to the couch. There Heather sat down. Stephanie dove back between her mistress' legs.

Mistress Heather: "That's it baby. Make mamma cum. Stick your fingers in me and suck my clit."

Urged on by her mistress' dirty talk, Stephanie did exactly what she was told. Using her index and middle finger from her right hand, she penetrated Heather's pussy while sucking veraciously at her clit. Heather pulled her legs up and placed them on Stephanie's shoulders to prevent any escape as her body trembled. Stephanie knew this position well. Once Mistress Heather's legs went to her shoulders, an orgasm was soon to follow. Heather pulled Stephanie into her pussy one last time and shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm hit. Heather's hips were pitching up and down to an unseen conductor's baton, smearing her juice on Stephanie's face.

After Heather had taken all the pleasure she could, she told Stephanie to get up and resume cleaning. Stephanie wanted her own reward like Sara had received, but knew better than to ask. She would get her release when Mistress Heather decided and not a minute sooner.

Sara had found the guest bedroom and removed her few items of clothes. She didn't feel dirty, at least not in the traditional sense, but a swift hot shower feel good. As she exited the shower and toweled off, she clearly heard the shrieks from Mistress Heather's orgasm. Sara wanted to run back downstairs, but she remembered Heather's instructions to lie down. The guest bed was queen size. The sheets were made of Egyptian cotton. Sara slid naked under the sheet, luxuriating in the light touch of the fabric. None of this seemed strange to her anymore and she fell sound asleep within minutes.

Sara awoke as the sun was shinning in the bedroom window. "It must be afternoon," she thought to herself. Sara rose from the bed. The house was quiet. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to find it was 2pm. She had been asleep for three and a half hours. Sara rushed into the bathroom looking for her lingerie, but found nothing but her high-heeled shoes. Mistress Heather, or more likely Stephanie, must have retrieved them while she was sleeping. Left with no alternative, Sara headed downstairs naked.

Sara walked around the house searching for Mistress Heather and Stephanie. She hoped the young girl had not left for the day. Sara felt strange walking around an unknown house naked. A search of the main floor was unsuccessful so Sara ventured back upstairs to look in the other bedrooms. This too proved fruitless. Sara began to wonder if Mistress Heather had left. Sara quickly made her way back to the garage. The same car she had been ravaged on was still there, although her coat and clothes bag were gone.


Sara walked back into the house and into the kitchen. From there she could see the pool area in the back yard. She expected to find Mistress Heather and Stephanie outside tanning, but still, there were not to be found. As she stood there perplexed, Sara thought she heard a whimper. Looking around, Sara noticed another door. "That must lead to a basement," she thought. Sara opened the door and listened.

The noises were muffled, but definitely somebody was downstairs. Sara crept down the stairs and peered around the corner of the staircase. The basement was finished with impeccable style, like the rest of the house, but no one was there. Again Sara paused to listen for any sounds. A short time later, she again heard a barely audible groan. She recognized that sound. She had made it earlier in the garage.

Sara tiptoed around the basement trying to locate the sound. It seemed to be located behind a wall with no obvious door. Behind the wall, somebody, presumably Mistress Heather and Stephanie was in the throws of passion. Sara investigated the length of the wall, but could not find any access point. Then over a speaker she heard her mistress' voice.

Mistress Heather: "Sara, you've been a bad girl. I do not remember giving you permission to leave the bedroom."

Sara looked around. She had no clue where her mistress was located.

Mistress Heather: "Look at the camera in the bookcase silly girl."

Sara looked at the bookcase next to the entertainment center and saw a small webcam.

Mistress Heather: "I will deal with you in a few minutes. Sit down and turn on the TV and DVD player."

Sara did as she was told. Not surprisingly, the screen was filled with a security camera image of her and Mistress Heather in the garage. Sara watched with fascination her own debauchery of that morning. There was no sound on the video, but Sara remembered vividly each word her mistress had told her. As the video progressed to Mistress Heather mounting her on the car, Sara began rubbing her legs together. She felt refreshed after her long nap and now her arousal was returning. Soon Sara was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and her hand rubbing her clit. Sara knew she would be punished for such an action, but at this point, she didn't care.

Just then the bookcase pivoted on a set of hidden hinges and Mistress Heather stepped out from a narrow hallway.

Mistress Heather: "Just what do you think you are doing?" she yelled. "I give you two simple tasks, to clean up and take a nap, and this is how you repay my generosity? Get down this hallway."

Sara stood up. She was not upset with being caught. She was horny again and needed her mistress' attention.

Mistress Heather: "In time I would have brought you here with pleasure on the docket. Instead you will now be punished."

Sara moved through the tight hallway toward the area she had heard the sounds through the wall. As she turned the corner, she found an expansive room, at least 20 feet by 30 feet. It was decorated as a dungeon. In one corner, Stephanie was suspended by her arms from a bar attached to a hook in the ceiling. Sara had no doubt she would soon follow.

Mistress Heather: "Welcome to my playroom. Here you will find both pleasure and pain. I wanted to bring you here for the latter during your first visit, but your inability to follow simple directions makes that impossible. As you can see, Stephanie has been tasting my vengeance."

Sara looked closer at the young girl as Mistress Heather spun her around. Sara noticed a series of bruises on Stephanie's buttocks and lash marks across her breasts, stomach and thighs. "These marks would take days to heel," Sara surmised. Sara's knees went weak at the thought of trying to explain such marks to her husband.

Mistress Heather: "Not to worry, my dear, nobody will be able to see what I do to you."

"How does she always know what I am thinking," Sara wondered silently.

Mistress Heather: "When Stephanie first came to work for me, she broke an expensive figurine on her second day. She begged me not to fire her. I offered her a chance to save her job if she would submit to a spanking. Reluctantly she agreed and she ended up cumming all over my lap. Since that day she had been spending one day a week cleaning my house for free. If she does a good job, I reward her with a beating. She usually cums several times just from the impact of my cat-o-nine-tails and my ridding crop. If she does a bad job cleaning the house, I send her home with nothing."

Sara looked at Stephanie's face for any sign of confirmation.

Mistress Heather: "She was just about to orgasm when you interrupted us. I doubt she is too happy with you right now. Before I begin working on you, I think you owe Stephanie her pleasure."

Mistress Heather led Sara to the suspended maid. Mistress Heather dipped her finger into Stephanie's pussy and it returned a glistening. Sara notice Stephanie trying in vain to hump Mistress Heather finger during its all to brief incursion. Mistress Heather then brought her finger up to Sara's mouth.

Mistress Heather: "Taste her."

Sara licked Mistress Heather's finger. Stephanie's juice was sweet.

Mistress Heather: "She has about the enjoyable pussy I have found. You will get to know it very well. Get down on your knees."

Sara's head was guided into position in front of Stephanie's pussy. Sara immediately began eating out the youngster. Her lust for Stephanie's taste was apparent. Sara grabbed Stephanie's butt, forgetting about the bruising, and pulled her closer. Stephanie howled in pain at the contact with her tender ass, but also tensed her body trying to make more contact with Sara. Stephanie's orgasm was fast approaching. Sara was surprised at the string of foul and degrading words coming from so innocent looking a girl. Stephanie's body tensed once more as her orgasm overtook her. The chain holding her aloft was rattling as her body shook from side to side.

As soon as she stopped thrashing, Mistress Heather lowered the bar and Stephanie's feet once again reached the floor.

Stephanie: "That was wonderful mistress. Thank you."

Stephanie gave Heather a small kiss on the cheek.

Mistress Heather: "You are dismissed. I'll see you next week."

Without hesitation, Stephanie turned and left the playroom. 

Mistress Heather: "As you can see, Stephanie knows her place and how she is expected to act. At some point you will too. We are going to go over some simple rules of your servitude. If you fail to follow the rules, you will be punished. Repeated failure will eventually lead to expulsion from the club and revocation of your opportunity to serve me. You don't want that to happen, right?"

Sara: "No mistress. Please forgive me for leaving the bedroom."

Mistress Heather: "Forgiveness is not an option. You must learn to obey."

Sara looked downward with a sad expression on her face.

Mistress Heather: "The first thing you must learn is how to please me. From here on, this is your number one task in life. After I fucked you this morning, Stephanie gave me the most wonderful orgasm. Now it is your chance to return the favor. In the future, whenever I snap my fingers and point to my pussy, that is your signal to service me."

Mistress Heather then did exactly as she told Sara she would. She snapped her fingers and pointed downward. As she was already on her knees from eating Stephanie, it was a simple task to crawl to Mistress Heather and comply with her order. As she unzipped the catsuit, the fragrance Sara longed to smell again assailed her nostrils. Sara wasted no time in beginning to service her mistress. Sara knew she had disappointed Mistress Heather and wanted to make up for her previous actions. For her part, Mistress Heather loved Sara's enthusiasm. She was going to punish Sara no matter what, but first, she wanted to cum again.

Whipping and flogging Stephanie always turned on Heather. Usually she made Stephanie service her after they were done, but by then Stephanie was too weak to do a very good job. With Sara well rested, that was not a concern. Heather ground her pussy on Sara's upturned face until her juices were smeared all over her new pet. As Heather felt her orgasm build, she pulled Sara's head back and turned around. She pulled Sara's head back down and instructed her to lick her asshole. Sara needed no further encouragement. Using both hand to spread her mistress' cheeks, she buried her tongue in Heather's ass. Heather loved to be rimmed. She usually didn't force a slave to service her this way for at least a couple of sessions, but she knew Sara would not refuse her. With her free hand, Heather began rubbing her own clit to hasten her climax. Grinding her ass in a slave's face always got Heather going. Within a minute, her orgasm burst forth, draining her energy.

Sara was proud that her mistress had been able to cum so forcefully. Sara's own pussy had been dripping ever since she turned the corner into the playroom. She knew Mistress Heather had promised to punish her, but surely her last task had been nothing but pleasure.

As Heather calmed down, her breathing returned to normal. She turned around again and smiled at the woman kneeling at her feet.

Mistress Heather: "That was very good slave. You have a talented tongue. As it is after 3 now, I need to impart the rules to you so you can go home to your family."

My family. It was the first time Sara had thought of them since arriving.

Mistress Heather: "I had hoped to introduce you to much of the equipment in my playroom this afternoon, but your insolence will prevent that. Listen to these rules carefully and if your conduct has improved by next Wednesday, you will be rewarded."

Sara nodded, trying to focus on her mistress' every word. Looking around the playroom, concentration was difficult. The walls were covered with whips and crops. Every time of restraint Sara could image was neatly arranged. Several benches and other furniture were scattered around the floor, including a four-poster bed. A display case held other toys and what looked like a washroom was located at the end.

Mistress Heather: "I can see we are going to have to go upstairs or you will never hear what I am going to say."

Sara could sense she had disappointed her mistress again. Mistress Heather led Sara back through the hidden hallway, through the bookcase and back upstairs. Sara was brought to the family room where Mistress Heather casually sat on a large leather sofa. Sara watched as Mistress Heather opened a built-in storage drawer and removed a set of leather cuffs. She ordered Sara to place her hands behind her back and then attached the cuffs. Sara was then draped across Mistress Heather's knees. Sara knew Mistress Heather could smell the arousal emanating from her quickly overheating core.

Mistress Heather: "I am going to spank you as punishment for not following your orders. As I do, I am going to give you further instructions and rules. You will count the number of spanks. Failure to comply will mean the spanking will need to start again. Are we clear?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather began rubbing Sara's butt, a sensation Sara found very pleasurable. Sara knew the feeling would not last, but she delighted in the feeling while she could. Sara felt Mistress Heather's hand leave her cheek and knew what was about to come.


The sound of Mistress Heather's hand connecting with Sara's butt reverberated throughout the room.

"One," counted Sara, the stinging pain moving quickly up her spine.

Mistress Heather continued spanking Sara while she laid out her expectations.

1) You will not cum without permission. 2) You will only have sex with people I approve of and when I allow it. The one exception is your husband. You will not refuse him access to your body or refuse any activity he initiates. 3) You will make yourself available to me at my convenience. 4) You will always enter this house through the service entrance. 5) When you greet me, you will be on your knees. 6) Your pussy is to be shaved smooth at all times. 7) You will obey my orders without delay and exactly as I give them to you. 8) Unless contrary to a direct order from me, you will serve other club members as if you were serving me. 9) You are to always wear sexy lingerie under your clothing, except when exercising. If you feel sexy you will act sexy. 10) You will wear high-heeled shoes whenever practical. 11) You will begin a strict regiment of diet and exercise as directed by my personal trainer. 12) You will always answer any question "yes mistress or no mistress" unless I ask you for more detail.

Mistress Heather concluded her instructions by telling Sara there would be more rules going forward, but these were enough for today.




Sara's Training Ch. 05



Sara drove home from Mistress Heather's house in a euphoric daze. Any problems in her world had been driven away by the wonderful hours spent with her mistress. Even now, her pussy was leaking its juices and begging for further attention. Sara replayed the day's events in her mind and smiled like a young child on Christmas morning. She thought about her mistress' instructions and how difficult it would be waiting an entire week to see her again. Sara reflected on Mistress Heather's first order not to cum without permission. This would be very difficult. Mistress Heather had told her to service her husband whenever he wanted. Sara's body had become conditioned to need the release of an orgasm on a regular basis. How could she hold back? Sara figured she had a loophole with order number eight, to serve other club members as she served her mistress. Certainly Maggie, Andi, Cindy and Susan would let her cum. Sara remembered she was wearing a pair of heels Susan had borrowed from Maggie. Sara made a mental note to return the shoes tomorrow and hope Maggie took pity on her. She thought about stopping at the mall to see Maggie now, in hopes of quenching the fire between her legs, but thought better of taking the time. As it was, the kids would probably be home from school, by now, and Sara didn't want to risk being gone when Frank arrived home.

Wednesday night passed uneventfully. Sara had hoped Frank would initiate sex, but alas it was not to be. Thursday morning dawned and the now familiar itch of need permeated Sara's vagina. Sara checked her email frequently hoping Mistress Heather would contact her. After the first couple of times, Sara began watching the videos of herself, Mistress Heather and Cindy every time she checked her email. The necessity to play with herself was growing each time Sara watched one of her video clips. Sara was an emotional wreck by the time noon came around. Her desire to obey Mistress Heather was, thus far, holding back her need to masturbate. In some weird way, Sara began to enjoy her condition. She was once again on edge. Her need to serve was conflicting with her need to cum.

Sara knew she had to get out of the house. Mistress Heather apparently wasn't going to send for her. She decided to return Maggie's shoes in hopes of finding relief for her aching pussy. Sara dressed for easy access. She wore a simple sundress, which came to mid-thigh. Her now required stockings, garter belt and heels were in place. Since the sundress was fairly sheer, Sara donned a black pair of panties, which matched her stockings. Sara did not put on a bra. She wanted to feel naughty under this otherwise conservative outfit.

Sara pulled out of the garage and pointed her car toward the mall. In the confines of the car, she could smell her arousal filling the air. This only served to increase her desire. The drive to the mall was maddeningly slow. The traffic seemed to be full of "idiots" and "morons" who "didn't know how to drive." Sara was on edge for every little action that slowed her down. Finally Sara reached the mall and parked near the entrance closest to Professional Woman.

Sara strode with purpose to the store, carrying a small bag with Maggie's shoes. When she entered the store, Maggie looked up from behind the counter and didn't seem surprised to see Sara standing before her. Sara's nipples were hard and clearing showing through the dress. Although they did not show, Sara knew her panties were saturated with her liquefied essence. Standing next to Maggie was a young girl Sara did not recognize.

"This is Emily," Maggie introduced. "She's been working here about a week."

"Nice to meet you," said Sara. Sara studied the young girl. She was about Andi's age, although her looks were not as polished. Sara had no doubts this girl would soon be in sexual service to Maggie, if she wasn't already.

"I brought back your shoes," Sara continued.

"Thanks," said Maggie, "why don't you put them in my office. I'll be right there. I just need to give Emily a few more instruction on the register, then I can take a break."

Sara acknowledged the innocent sounding instruction and headed down the hallway. She opened the door to Maggie's office and went inside. She was not prepared for the vision before her.

The first time she visited Professional Woman, Sara had been ravaged in this very office while suspended in Maggie's sex swing. The swing was once again attached to the ceiling, only this it was occupied by a very naked Andi. She was blindfolded and gagged and struggled in the swing as two vibrators buzzed insistently in her pussy and asshole. Andi was positioned with her legs spread wide and secured to the swing's stirrups with Velcro straps. Sara knew Andi could easily pull her legs free, but she guessed that was not what Andi wanted. Andi's arms her similarly secured to the straps above her head. Sara guessed the toys were not turned on high enough to allow Andi to climax. Maggie seemed to have her on simmer mode. Sara knew that feeling all to well as her pussy juices began to flow heavier. Oh how she wished she could take Andi's place right now. Andi heard the door open and assumed Maggie had returned. Sara walked around the very turned on teenager admiring Maggie's handiwork. Sara stopped behind Andi was gave herself the luxury of reaching around the young girl and fondling her nipples. Andi's response to Sara's touch was immediate. Andi arched her back forcing her breasts into Sara's hands while dropping her head making contact with Sara's chest. The red ball gag in her mouth muffled Andi's sounds, but Sara recognized the moan of pleasure.

Sara continued manipulating Andi's nipples for several seconds until the snap of a ridding crop on the back of her left hand surprised her. Sara was so engrossed in the sight of the lovely Andi at her mercy, she had not noticed Maggie entering the office.


"Just what do you think you are doing, Slave Sara?" forcibly exclaimed Maggie.

Sara felt like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar. Sara started to stammer an answer, which might please Maggie, but was cut off with a raise of the older woman's hand.

"I don't want to hear another word," said Maggie. "Go sit on the sofa."

Sara meekly complied and watched as Maggie whispered something into Andi's ear. Because of the ball gag in Andi's mouth, Sara could not get a good look, but she thought see saw the hint of an attempted smile. Maggie gave Andi's nipples a quick pinch and then walked over to where Sara was sitting.

"I know why you are here. The actions of a horny slut like you are easy to predict. You can begin by servicing my needs. Assume the position your mistress taught you to take when you greet her." 

Maggie unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties. Sara slid to the floor and took up a position in front of Maggie. Sara was on her knees with her legs spread and her hands cupping her breasts. For some reason, taking this position while clothed seemed dirtier than when she had done it in Mistress Heather's garage. 

"I see you remember your instructions," began Maggie. "Let's see how much you've learned about the proper way to eat a pussy."

Sara wasted no time in leaning forward to commence her servitude of Maggie's hallowed pleasure spot. For her part, Maggie took a strong grip on Sara's head pulling her mouth strongly in contact with her pussy.

"Oh Andi, Sara is doing a wonderful job. I really must have her do you too when she is done here."

Andi was pleased to hear Maggie say that. She had been suspended with the vibrators teasing her for over 45 minutes and she was ready to scream she needed to cum so badly.

Maggie rocked her hips back and forth causing Sara to follow suit. As Maggie changed positions, Sara had to lean up to 45 degrees front to back to keep her mouth glued on Maggie's ever-moistening slit. The stress was causing Sara's knees to ache, but she kept focused on her task, urged on by Maggie's increasing moans of pleasure. Maggie held back for about 15 minutes before allowing herself to be overcome by a very satisfying orgasm. Maggie knew that the longer she held out, the more Sara would be aroused. She would like nothing more than to put Sara in the swing right now and fuck the daylights out of her, but that was not part of Heather's plan. Maggie had talked to Heather on Wednesday night and had agreed to just tease Sara if she showed up at the store. To that end, as she rode out her orgasm, she grabbed Sara's head once again and smeared her juices all over Sara's face. Up, down and side to side Maggie coated Sara's precious face, indelibly marking her scent on submissive woman.

"That was wonderful, Sara," exclaimed Maggie. "Hold that position and let me get Andi down. It is time for her reward."

Sara watched as Maggie released Andi from the straps holding her in the swing. Sara could smell Maggie's scent on her face, the odor mixing with her own arousal perfume creating an intoxicating fragrance. Gingerly Andi slid out of the swing, her legs unsteady from being suspended for an hour. Immediately when she was upright, the vibrator from her pussy slipped out and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Wet are we?" queried Maggie.

Andi just nodded.

"That's ok, I was going to take that one out anyway. Just make sure the one in your ass stays in place and walk over to Sara."

Andi smiled as she moved toward her favorite housewife. Maggie went to her desk drawer and removed an 8" strap-on.

"Sara, I want you to lean back. You can release your breasts and put your hands under your ass. Andi, I want you to bend over Sara and grab the back of the sofa."

Both girls did as they had been instructed. Sara had a bird's eye view of Andi's tender pussy, slick with the effects of the vibrator. Sara breathed in deeply enjoying the new mixture of scents.

"Sara, listen to me," began Maggie. "Andi has been a very good girl today so she is going to receive great pleasure from me. You, on the other hand, touched her without permission. Your task here is to watch me, up close and personal, fuck her. You are to keep your hands firmly planted under your ass. I don't want you making the same mistake twice."

Maggie stepped forward and rubbed the plastic phallus along Andi's pussy lips. Sara's vision was focused exactly on Andi's slit. She could not see Andi's face, but she could imagine the look of pleasure it would be showing right now. Sara drooled as she watched Maggie slowly insert the dildo into the pussy just three inches above her. As Maggie built a rhythm, slowing increasing the speed at which she pummeled her youthful salesgirl, Sara was intently watching, her own arousal building to near a breaking point. Sara could hear the muffled screams of passion as Andi reached closer and closer to her release. Sara knew Andi was just holding off until Maggie gave her permission to cum. Sara didn't know how Andi to hold out any longer. Sara was ready to cum just from watching the perverted show and nobody had even touched her. 

Maggie grabbed Andi by the back of the head and pulled her up forcefully. "One blink for yes you want to cum and agree to all the terms we discussed earlier this morning or two blinks you still think you can disobey me without consequences?" queried Maggie.

Obviously Sara could not see Andi's response, but she felt it. Sara watched as Maggie pulled the strap-on out of Andi's pussy as Andi was simultaneously being pushed down onto Sara's waiting mouth. Sara latched onto Andi's highly sensitive clit and she sucked for all she was worth. Immediately Andi began quivering and a flood of girl juice leaked into Sara's mouth and down her chin. Andi rocked her hips involuntarily as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy slammed into Sara's face, riding her nose as if it were a cock, over and over again. Finally it was over and Andi stood straight up, but did not move her feet.

"I hope you enjoyed that my pet," rhetorically asked Maggie to Andi. "But we're not done just yet."

Maggie looked at Sara, her face glistening with the orgasmic delight of two women. She smiled again and gave Sara a curved vibrator. Sara recognized this as the g-spot vibrator she had used before. Obviously Maggie wanted Andi to squirt for her.

"Here's what's going to happen, girls. Andi, you are going to bend over Sara again. While she stimulates your g-spot, I'm going to fuck your ass."

Both women listened to Maggie's decree, but will a difference sense of joy. Andi loved being fucked by Maggie, whether it was in her pussy or up her ass. Maggie had used this vibrator on her before and she sprayed her juices like crazy. The added bonus of being fucked at the same time had Andi quivering with anticipation. Sara, on the other hand, was not as happy. She wanted to be fucked, probably more than Andi right now, yet her needs were not being met. She thought about discretely rubbing her own pussy. Surely with Maggie and Andi occupied, neither would notice. Even if they did, Sara knew she could cum just from being punished so maybe giving Maggie an excuse was a good idea.

Maggie bent Andi back over and removed the vibrator from her ass. Andi's asshole did not snap shut. Having been stretched for over an hour at this point, it slowly started constricting back to its normal position. Maggie told Sara to insert the g-spot vibrator into Andi while she rubbed a generous amount of lube onto her femcock. Andi offered little resistance as Maggie began to plumb the depths of her ass. Andi tried to find a cadence allowing her to maximize her up and down pleasure on the vibrator along with the front to back thrusting of Maggie's anal exploration. It took numerous cycles of the motion, but she finally reached a naughty bump and grind to maximize the feelings radiating from her pleasure zones.

"She how she is 100% focused on taking her pleasure right now?" Maggie asked Sara. "She has learned what she needs to be able to cum and isn't afraid to ask me for it. Earlier today we had a discussion about some new tasks I need her to perform. She was initially reluctant, but after some time in the swing, she came around. She loves the g-spot vibrator. You will soon be blessed to receive a shower of her juices. After that, you are going to go home and wait for Mistress Heather's call. When you first came into the store, I was willing to let you cum. But since you saw fit to play with Andi without permission, you will have to wait until Mistress Heather makes that determination."

Needless to say, Sara was disappointed and incredibly frustrated. She also did not want to have Andi suffer for her mistake. Sara began to twist the dildo each time Andi rocked up and down. The effect was clearly evident as Andi's moans took a more forceful and progressively longer tone. Sara knew Andi must be close to a massive release. Maggie knew that too and began to pick up her pace skewering Andi's ass like a woman possessed. Andi was holding out for dear life. With the gag in place, she could not ask for release. However, Maggie knew her charge all too well and knew exactly how much she could take. Maggie put both her arms on Andi's shoulders for added leverage and slammed the fake cock as deep as she could into Andi's rectum.

"Come for me slut!" she shouted. "Spray Sara with your love juice!"

Those were the words Andi was longing to hear. Her mind was a whirl as her g-spot convulsed, drenching the prone Sara. As she shuddered, Andi sprayed Sara up and down for five or six seconds. As her flow slowed down, Maggie grabbed her by the breasts and stood Andi upright while keeping up her assault on Andi's ass.

"Eat her pussy right now, slave Sara!" Maggie yelled.

Sara dove in to the hottest, wettest pussy she had ever known, including her own. Sara licked Andi up and down and sucked on her clit. Andi continued to shake as both sides of her body continued to be stimulated. Andi had a series of smaller orgasms, each a little smaller than the last, consumed her for the next five minutes.

Finally Maggie pulled out her strap-on and let go of Andi. Andi immediately slumped to the sofa in a heap. She was done for the day.

Maggie grabbed Sara's head and pulled her mouth to the tip of the strap-on. "Clean off Andi's mess, you whore. This is all you are good for."

Sara was repulsed by the smell and taste left on the dildo, but she did as she was instructed. She took the entire shaft into her throat, just as Mistress Heather had taught her and then saturated the shank with her saliva. The sight below her pleased Maggie. She looked forward to spending more time with Sara as she progressed on the Mistress Heather training program. When she was satisfied by Sara's clean job, Maggie popped the dildo out of her mouth leaving a string of saliva from Sara's lips to the tip of the dildo. Sara looked up pleadingly, as if to ask Maggie to fuck her, but the unvocalzed answer was no.

Maggie motioned for Sara to stand up. Andi had curled up on the sofa and was comfortably asleep. 

"Perhaps next time you will not be so presumptuous," said Maggie.

"Yes mam," replied Sara.

"Go on, get yourself home and wait for Heather to call," responded Maggie.

Sara walked out of the office and back into the front of the store. As she passed the front desk, Emily looked at her quizzingly, but said nothing. At first Sara though Emily must have heard what was going on in the office, but with Andi gagged, there really wasn't that much noise. Then Sara caught a peak at her reflection in a mirror. The front of her sheer sundress was now fully transparent after being soaked by Andi's ejaculate. Sara's face was still glistening with the combination of Maggie's and Andi's juices. She looked as if she had just been gangbanged. Sara was sure this was part of Maggie's plan and that relief would not be forthcoming.

Sara gave Emily a weak smile and headed for the door. She prayed she would not meet anyone who wanted to stop and talk as she quickly made for the exit. Sara was just reaching the door when a group of high school girls entered. They all looked directly at Sara who began to blush profusely. Certainly they would never be able to guess what had happened, Sara thought, but still, her breasts were as clearly displayed as if she had been in a wet t-shirt contest and her nipples were rock hard. Sara just kept moving and ignored any comments the girls may have been making.

Sara then ran to the car and quickly sat into the driver's seat before anyone else could see her. Her pussy was on fire and she desperately needed to cum. Somehow she knew that Mistress Heather would ask if she had cum today and she knew she could not lie to her, so after a few minutes of collecting her thoughts and calming down, Sara started the car and headed home. 

During the drive the vision of Maggie's dildo mercilessly pounding the pussy and ass just inches from her face haunted Sara. How could Maggie have resisted giving her what she needed? The itch in her pussy was not going away. Sara was horny and needed relief. Sara thought about driving over to Mistress Heather's house, but thought better of it. If Maggie teased her for being too presumptuous for touching Andi, Mistress Heather would be downright furious if Sara showed up uninvited. Besides, Maggie had told Sara that her mistress would be calling her at home. Obviously that is where Sara was supposed to be. 

Sara arrived home and was happy to find nobody there. She quickly stripped out of her saturated sundress. She threw it in the hamper and stripped off her stockings and panties before heading to the shower. Sara kept a cordless phone in the bathroom in case Mistress Heather called. She had already learned the penalty for not answering the phone when Mistress Heather expected her.

After her shower Sara put on a pair of sweats and got ready to prepare for dinner. She was in the kitchen when the phone rang. Sara didn't recognize the number displayed by caller id.




Sara's Training Ch. 05



Sara: "Hello."

Mistress Heather: "Hello slave. I talked to Maggie and she told me what you did this afternoon." Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "You know you were a bad girl for touching Andi without permission, don't you?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Next time I see you, you will be punished. You deserve to be punished, don't you?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Maggie said you were very aroused this afternoon. Is that correct?"

Sara: "Yes mistress"

Each time Sara said "yes" to her mistress, her voice was just a little softer as she fell deeper and deeper under Mistress Heather's control. She acquiesced easily with the notion that she should be punished for disobeying Mistress Heather. Something deep in her soul longed for Mistress Heather's acceptance and she was willing to do anything to get it.

Mistress Heather: "Are you still aroused?"

Sara: "No mistress. I took a cold shower and that helped."

Mistress Heather: "I see. What are you wearing?"

Sara: "Just sweat clothes. I was about to start preparing dinner."

Mistress Heather: "Do you have your garter and stockings under the sweat pants?"

Sara: "No mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Didn't I order you to wear stocking at all practical times?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Very well. That is two things you will be punished for when we next meet. Strip your clothes off."

Sara: "Mistress?"

Mistress Heather: "Get your clothes off right now."

Sara was in no emotional state to argue. She quickly stripped of the sweat suit and stood in the kitchen naked. She looked out of the kitchen window and saw other neighborhood kids arriving home from school. She prayed Mistress Heather would allow her to dress before her kids came in. She tried, in vain, to remember if her kids had any extra-curricular activities today, but she was incapable of thinking clearly about anything except the itch in her pussy and what Mistress Heather might do to punish her. Each second of silence on the phone brought another wave of arousal to Sara's body.

Sara: "I'm naked mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Very good, slave. Is your pussy getting wet again?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "An obedient slut should always be wet in the presence of her mistress. Do you agree?"

Sara: "Yes mistress. Thank you mistress."

Mistress Heather: "I want you to stick a finger up that slippery slit. Let me hear your squishy sounds."

Sara needed no encouragement. She hoped Mistress Heather would allow her to cum, although with two punishments waiting for her, she doubted relief would be arriving soon. Sara began rubbing her slit while she held the phone next to her pussy. Every few strokes she would stick a finger inside and moan. Sara made sure to avoid direct contact with her clit. She had no doubt any targeted clitoral stimulation would make her erupt without permission. Between her moans, the sounds of a very wet pussy were clearly audible. Sara continued to play with herself for a couple of minutes. She was on the edge of a major orgasm and she knew she needed to stop soon. Hopeful that her mistress was ready to talk again, Sara raised the phone to her ear and slowed the rubbing pace.

Sara: "Could you hear that Mistress Heather?"

Mistress Heather: "Yes slave. I wish I was there to finish you myself."

Sara was pleased at that comment.

Mistress Heather: "Are you ready to cum?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. Pick up your sweat suit and go to your bedroom. We don't want your kids finding you masturbating in the kitchen."

Sara was relieved to get some privacy. She quickly gathered her clothes and headed to the bedroom.

Mistress Heather: "Rule #9 - Always wear stockings. Get your stockings on right now."

Sara went to her dresser and removed a clean pair of black stockings. The trickle of juices from her pussy was becoming a flood as her mistress continued to give her instructions.

Mistress Heather: "After you put on your stockings, put your sweat pants back on and lay on the bed."

Sara did as she was told and told her mistress when she was ready.

Mistress Heather: "With your left hand, I want you to pinch and pull on your nipples. Make sure you do it strong enough to hurt a bit. With your right hand, rub your sweat pants against that hot pussy. I want it coated with your juice.

Sara tried to balance the cordless phone between her head and shoulder, but it was difficult as both her hands were busy and that was throwing off her balance. Sara was continually moaning in pleasure. She squeezed her nipples as hard as she could, but instead of pain she felt only gratification. Sara was lost in her own world of lust. In the back of her mind, she knew her mistress would tell her to stop just before she orgasmed. Sara thought if she could be quiet, perhaps her mistress would not know what was happening. She knew this was not true, but in the mind of an addict, reason goes out the window. The front panel of Sara's sweat pants was soaked with her fluid. It looked like someone had been working out for an hour, only there were no other sweat stains.

Mistress Heather: "That's enough for now. Stop playing with yourself."

Sara groaned in frustration.

Mistress Heather: "Take the sweat pants back off but don't wash them. We need to get you on a structured exercise program, so tomorrow you are going to visit a gym run by a friend of mine."

Sara wasn't sure she liked the sound of that.

Mistress Heather: "Carey is a fitness nut. She is a professional bodybuilder. She found that running her own gym was the only way she could afford to train full time. The gym closes between 11am and 2pm so she can do her workout in private. Visit her tomorrow at 11am and she will evaluate your fitness and design a program for you. Wear the sweat suit you had on today."

Sara could sense a smile on Mistress Heather's face knowing the bottoms would smell of Sara's arousal.

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good girl. Now we need to talk about that husband of yours."

Sara: "Mistress?"

Sara knew eventually Frank was going to find out about Heather and she dreaded what would happen.

Mistress Heather: "Don't worry. The same thing happened with Cindy and Jim and Susan and her husband. I know exactly how to handle him."

Sara heard the words, but still was apprehensive. She trusted Mistress Heather unequivocally, but still, how do you tell your husband you are in love with another woman and you act as her sex slave?

Mistress Heather: "Do you and Frank ever watch adult movies?"

Sara: "No, not really."

Mistress Heather: "I want you to go to the video store and get a movie. You can choose the movie but make sure the theme is one man with multiple women. Cuddle up with your husband while you watch it. After the first scene is complete, if he is hard, service him until he cums. Don't worry about your own needs. This is about him. If he jokes that having multiple woman would be a good thing, don't dismiss him, but tell him his birthday or your anniversary, which ever is closer, is coming up and ask him if he would like this as his present."

Sara: "I don't think I can pull that off, mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Of course you can slut. I have not met a man yet who didn't want to be with two women, unless of course he was gay. You're not turning Frank gay are you?"

Sara: "No mistress."

Mistress Heather: "I don't care if you don't use the 'present' line. The key is to have Frank think a three-way is his idea. Play hard to get if you like. If you resist a little and make him try to convince you, then you are off the hook. You'll introduce me casually as somebody you met at the gym. I'll pick you up to go running or something. Frank will begin lusting after me. Believe me, no man can resist me in my running outfit. Soon he will be begging for you to get me in your bed. After that, he'll do whatever I say and let you play with me whenever I want."

Sara: "Do I have to get the video tonight? The kids will be home any minute and I don't think they are going out tonight."

Mistress Heather: "No problem. Pick it up tomorrow on the way to the gym. The smell of your sweat suit will make the clerk's day."

Sara was not happy with either option, but she did not vocalize her apprehension.

Mistress Heather: "So for the rest of today, you are not to play with that squishy pussy of yours. I want you primed the next time we meet. If Frank wants to fuck you tonight, let him, but don't you dare cum. Fake it quickly to get him to spurt if you must, but if you cum you will have given me three reasons to punish you and you don't want that. Tomorrow go to the video store and rent a porno then be at the gym by 11. The gym will be closing and Carey will be able to give you a private workout. Within the next couple of nights I want you to watch the movie with Frank. Be ready to report back to me on Wednesday. I want you in my garage, in position, ready to serve me by 9am. Understand?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good girl. Goodbye."

Sara: "Goodbye mistress."

Sara was shaking as she hung up the phone. She was sure Mistress Heather was right about Frank being open to a three-way. What man would turn down having sex with her goddess? But why would Frank want her anymore if he thought he could have Heather? Sara didn't want to think about the consequences. Surely Heather looked at Frank as a one-night stand or at most an occasional fling. She could have any man or woman she wanted. Why would she want Frank?

Sara tried to get the negative thoughts out of her head and back to the tasks at hand. She heard the kids entering the house. Quickly, she stripped of the sweat pants, clearly aware of their pungent odor. Hiding them in the closet, she put on a different sundress, this time with a conservative bra. The stockings did not seem as out of place, nor did the short-heeled shoes she chose. A little weird for a suburban afternoon, but not too out of place.

Sara woke Friday morning refreshed. She had successfully put the agonizing torture of being denied an orgasm the day before behind her and was looking forward to going to Carey's gym. Sara always enjoyed working out, although these days she seemed to only have time for an occasional run. Although she thought she was in good shape, her mistress obviously thought differently. Mistress Heather had told Sara that Carey was a professional bodybuilder. Sara had never met a bodybuilder before and wondered what she would be like. She had seen bodybuilders on TV before and never thought they looked particularly attractive. Male or female.

Sara was surprised her mistress had ordered her to wear just plain sweat pants to the gym. Perhaps sex wasn't first on the agenda and Sara was really going to work out. Then Sara got a strong whiff of the odor on her pants. After sitting in the drawer overnight, the feminine musk she had rubbed on the pants the day before had strengthened. There was no mistaking the smell for workout sweat. Sara's memory of masturbating for her mistress while wearing these pants flooded her conscious mind and the nearly omnipresent itch in her pussy returned.

Sara arrived at the gym at 10:45. She praised herself for allowing enough time to be early without having to rush. The gym was located in a non-descript warehouse building. A small sign beckoned would be athletes but otherwise the gym would be easy to overlook. Sara watched for signs of patrons leaving as the gym closed after the morning session. A couple of men and one woman, all very fit looking, exited the building during the 15 minutes Sara watched. She theorized that most people worked out either early or late and that mid-morning probably wasn't a busy time. Promptly at 11am, Sara walked inside.

As she was entering, a tall, over six feet, masculine looking woman was reaching for the door. Sara assumed this was Carey. 

Carey: "Good morning. You must be Sara. Heather said you would be stopping by today."

Sara: "Yes, I am Sara. Nice to meet you."

Sara extended her hand and Carey gripped it forcibly, shaking it confidently. Sara was struck by the masculine nature of Carey's handshake. Carey was wearing a simple sweat suit and Sara found herself wondering just what was hiding underneath. 

Carey: "Let me lock up, that way we will not be disturbed during your evaluation."

Carey moved around Sara and locked the deadbolt with her key. Sara realized she was locked inside with the Amazon woman and wasn't sure expected of her. As Carey moved back in front of the now more nervous Sara, she spoke again.

Carey: "I like your sweat suit. Simple, utilitarian and ready for a workout. Not like most of the prissy housewives I get in here who are more show and less go."

As she moved past Sara, Carey stopped and took a noticeable sniff of the air.

Carey: "Yes, ready for a workout. Just the way a woman should be."

Sara's knees buckled slightly and a light blush formed across her face. There was no way Carey could not smell her sweat pants and Sara knew she would recognize exactly what caused the odor. Sara was sure Heather had instructed Carey what to expect which means she probably also knew exactly how that odor came to be on Sara's pants.

Carey: "Come with me, I'll give you a tour."

Sara followed behind, deeper into the building. Carey was very professional. She described how after a couple of years of training full time, she came to the realization that owning her own gym was the only thing that made financial sense for her. She showed Sara the weight room, with the best selection of free weights Sara had ever seen. There were a couple of weight machines also, but Carey was quick to point out that free weights were better, unless you didn't have a spotter. Next to the weight room was a room filled with treadmills, bikes, stair climbers and elliptical machines. The gym also had a whirlpool, sauna and massage room in addition to men's and woman's locker rooms and shower facilities. There were no frills. The walls were painted concrete block and looked very industrial.

Carey: "I don't spend a lot of money on rent, so I can buy better equipment. My cliental takes exercise very seriously. They don't want all the frills and the wantabe athletes that come with a regular gym. Are you a wantabe?"

Sara: "I think I am in good shape, but I could always be better."

Carey: "I'll be the judge of what kind of shape you are in. Let's get started."

Carey took Sara to a small room between the weight and cardio room. Inside it was laid out like a dance room, although it was very small. One wall was covered in mirrors with two bars for stretching. The floor was covered in tumbling mats

Carey: "Stretching is very important before any workout. We need to get our muscles warmed up and ready to work. We want to stretch each muscle group you are going to work on a given day."

Sara followed Carey's lead, mimicking her motions, as she expertly flexed. Sara was amazed at the range of motion Carey's body had. Sara had little doubts that Carey's sweat suit was hiding a rock hard body of solid muscle. She assumed being that tight was limit Carey's range of motion, but clearly her regiment of stretching exercises had prevented that. Carey was able to move more like a gymnast than a strength freak. Soon Sara was struggling to keep up.

Carey: "Don't worry, hon, this is part of your evaluation. I need to know where you are today, then we can make a plan for where you want to go."

Sara just nodded as Carey effortlessly raised her right leg to the high bar in front of the mirror. Sara watching in amazement as Carey did the splits in a vertical position. Sara wished Carey was not wearing the baggy sweat pants so she could get a better view in the mirror. Sara also wished Carey would order her between her legs to lick her pussy. Sara stood mesmerized as Carey completed her stretching.

For her part, Carey was also watching Sara in the mirror. She knew of Heather's efforts to bring this sweet girl into their club. The smell on Sara's sweat pants was unmistakable and Carey enjoyed teasing the girl. Soon enough, part of their daily workout would include Sara servicing Carey's needs. That is one of the reasons she gave Heather free memberships. Heather would bring Carey her new charge, Carey would whip the girl into shape, at least figuratively, and Carey would have a new playmate for a few months. It was win/win as far as she was concerned.

Carey took her leg off the pole and turned back to Sara. Sara didn't seem to notice. She was too caught up in watching Carey.

Carey: "Snap out of it girl. It's time for your next evaluation."

Sara blinked twice as shook her head. Carey had busted her daydreaming.

Carey: "Now that you are done looking at me, it's time for me to look at you. Did you notice the pole in the corner of the room?"

Sara had seen the pole, but had been concentrating of Carey and didn't pay much attention to it. Sara looked closer now and noticed it looked like something out of a strip club. Around the pole were an additional circle of mats, which almost looked like a small stage. The mats were about 6 feet in diameter and about a foot high.

Carey: "I know what you are thinking. All the women wonder why I have a stripper pole in my gym and all the guys think it is a great idea. But seriously, how many fat strippers have you seen."

Sara: "None."

Carey: "Right. Dance is a great cardio workout and the pole adds an element of strength training. The rhythm helps you focus and it is a lot more fun than a treadmill. We have several members who use pole dancing as part of their regular workout regiment. You will too. We also run a stripping class a few times per month for women looking to learn how to turn on their lovers. Heather is a big believer in having her girls learn the sensual arts. OK, now that you're warm, let's move into the weight room."

Carey walked past Sara, again taking a big sniff as she past. Sara was indeed warm, not from the stretching, but from watching Carey and imagining herself stripping in front of Mistress Heather. Although she had never been to a strip club, Sara made a mental note to go sometime. If she was going to have to pole dance, she reckoned, seeing a professional was the best way to learn. Yesterday she was worried about how to get Frank to watch a porno with her. Today she was making plans to go to a strip club. Sara's mind was so focused on sex; she didn't realize Carey had left the room. Sara was in a daze and was even starting to push her hand under her waistband when the door opened again snapping her back to reality.

Carey: "Come along, we don't have all day."

Sara scooted past Carey, her embarrassment showing on her face. Carey just smiled; she'd seen this behavior before in Heather's girls and she liked it.

In the weight room, Carey explained the basic lifts for each muscle group. As Sara paid close attention, Carey also stripped of her sweat suit to reveal her perfectly defined form, only minimally concealed by a bodybuilding unitard. Sara recognized the garment from the one time she saw female bodybuilding on T.V. It looked like a French cut bikini, but had straps connecting the top and bottom. Other than covering Carey's nipples, pussy and part of her buttock, the garment left her naked. Sara visibly gaped at the vision before her.

Carey: "I like to work out in my competition clothes so I can see what the judges will see. Either that, or I work out naked. That is why I close the gym for three hours during the day so I will not be disturbed."

Sara continued looking at Carey, but did not comment.

Carey: "I wore clothes today because I didn't want to scare you off."

Scared. An interesting choice of words. Sara couldn't stop looking at the woman before her. She was at least six inches taller than Sara with more muscles than Sara had ever seen on a woman, or a man for that matter. Sara knew Carey could break her in half if she was so inclined. At that moment, Sara wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and worship the Amazon before her.




Sara's Training Ch. 05



Sara: "Don't mind me. If you want to work out naked, you will not scare me."

Carey: "I will if you will."

Sara didn't even think twice. In less than 30 seconds, her sweat suit was on the floor along with her bra and soaking wet panties. Even though the light was industrial florescent, Sara imagined her pussy lips were glistening.

Carey: "Very good then. This will help in my evaluation."

Carey stripped off her tiny garment. Sara noticed immediately that there was not much more to see. Carey's breast muscles were so well developed, it was almost as if she didn't have any breasts. Sara could only see two nipples and what, on a man, would be a nice bicep. Sara did notice Carey's nipples had stiffened into pencil eraser sized nubs and hoped she would soon have the opportunity to suck on them. Sara then turned her gaze to Carey's pussy. Given the small nature of Carey's competition outfit, Sara expected her bush to be shaved, or at least very neatly trimmed. Sara's expectations were met as Carey's pussy lips were clearly on display with just a close trimmed landing strip above. Sara involuntarily smiled and pursed her lips, an actions not lost on Carey. How many women had she seduced using this same excuse of exercising naked? One more notch for her headboard, or perhaps her desk, was about to be made.

Carey instructed Sara on the fundamentals of safe weight lifting. She showed her the basic lifts; curls, military press, leg press, and squats. Carey was careful to always have a hand brushing against Sara while she spotted for each lift or in the case of the curl, wrapping her arms around Sara from behind while both lifted the bar.

Carey knew these lift touches would inflame Sara. As always, these seductive teases turned on Carey and her own pussy began moisten in anticipation. She always left the bench press for last. After laying Sara onto the bench, Carey placed the weights on the bar.

Carey: "I know you can handle this weight. What I need to know is how many reps you can do."

Carey then took her position behind the bar with her legs spread on either side of Sara's head. Sara had exactly two things in her field of view. One was the bar. The other was Carey's now glistening pussy just a foot above her. Carey held the bar as Sara slowly dropped the bar to her chest, and then strained to force it back upward. As Sara lowered the bar, Carey would bend forward slightly making sure Sara kept her pussy in view at all times. Sara was having a hard time concentrating on the weights as her strongest desire was for the Amazon to squat down on her face.

In the end, eight reps were all Sara could accomplish before giving out. While attempting to push the bar up a ninth time, Sara's energy ran out and Carey had to lift the bar to the safety hooks while Sara stared upward, breathless. Carey briefly continued to stand over the prone woman allowing her a close-up view of her pussy before instructing Sara to move on to the cardio room.

Sara slowly swung herself off the weight bench and followed Carey. She glanced at the clock and it was only noon. It seemed like she had been at the gym for ages, but in reality it was only one hour. Entering the cardio room, Carey instructed Sara to sit on a recumbent bike.

Carey: "You seem pretty worn out after the weight lifting, so I think sitting down would be good for you. Normally I have my students do weights on Monday and Friday with cardio on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Heather will have you doing a variety of exercises on Wednesday."

Carey gave Sara a knowing wink after her last statement.

Carey: "Don't worry too much about how much weight you lifted. I'm more interested in your recovery time than the raw numbers. We're going to build your body into a lean physical specimen. You'll have more energy and will not wear down as quickly when you service Heather."

Sara again nodded in agreement, not liking how clinically Carey talked about Sara's sex life.

Carey: "I want you to peddle slowly for ten minutes to loosen your muscles and joints from stressing them in the weight room. Then I'm going to have you go as hard as you can for as long as you can. This will provide a baseline for your current fitness condition."

Sara did as she was told. After ten minutes, Carey told her to speed up and go all out. Sara did her best, but at full speed, she was only able to pedal a couple of minutes before being out of breath.

Carey: "That's enough for now. Don't worry. Most people can only go full out for about as long as you did. When people work out, they get their heart rate up, but rarely really push themselves to the edge. We are going to build you to the point you can keep up that speed for 15 or 20 minutes. Maybe longer."

Between gasps for air, Sara told Carey that her plan sounded good.

Carey: "Why don't you hit the showers then come back into the message room and I'll give you a rubdown."

Sara thought that sounded like a fine idea. She especially liked the idea of being beneath this powerful woman again. What perverted acts would Sara be forced to do? Sara was happily daydreaming as the water cascaded over her tired muscles. The hot water steaming into the cool air of the shower room felt great on her face. It took all of Sara's willpower not to play with herself in the shower.

All of a sudden, the hot water turned luke warm and then cold. Sara jumped back while reaching for the water control to turn off the flow. Carey was at the door laughing.

Carey: "Sorry, just a little initiation welcome to the gym. I've can turn off the valve from the water heater from over here. Here's a towel. Follow me."

Sara was initially mad, but she quickly got over the prank when she noticed Carey had not replaced her workout clothes or put on a robe. Sara, her energy refreshed, quickly followed Carey back to the message room. 

Carey: "Lay face down on the table. You will be sore tomorrow because you have not been stressing these muscles, but a quick massage before you leave will help mitigate the effects."

Sara was not about to miss an opportunity for Carey to touch her, so she quickly complied, dropping the towel before she stretched herself, catlike, over the massage table.

Carey started with the top of Sara's neck. She kept up a disarming flow of small talk alternating from explaining how to give a good massage and current events in the gym. The more Carey rubbed, the more relaxed Sara became. Noticing her relaxing state, Carey began speaking in a low, slow monotone. Her body exhausted, Sara was soon in a deep state of sleep and Carey was smiling.

Carey left the sleeping Sara to collect her clothes and then returned to her office. While plotting her next move, she gave Heather a call and let her know the day had, so far, gone as planned. After hanging up, she glanced at the clock. It was 1:30 and the gym would be opening soon. Carey unlocked her "play" cabinet, took out some toys and returned to the massage room. Watching Sara prance around the gym naked had really turned on Carey and she was going to get off before the young woman left.

Sara was still sound asleep when Carey entered the room. She placed her items on a chair and moved to Sara's side. This was the tricky part. Gently, Carey picked up the dead to the world Sara and carefully turned her over. Sara's weight was nothing for Carey, but keeping her body from being jolted awake was a challenge. Carey knew from experience that any sharp movement or loud sound would wake the sleeping girl.

Carey successfully positioned Sara on her back and then made quick work of strapping her arms and legs to the edges of the massage table. She then, not so gracefully, affixed a blindfold over Sara's eyes and a ball gag in Sara's mouth. Carey was ready for her to wake up, but in her relaxed state, Sara didn't move. Disappointed Carey looked at her watch and decided to unlock the front door. As she did, her afternoon assistant arrived. Carey explained that she had an important new customer in the massage room and they were not to be disturbed.

Carey returned to the massage room to find Sara starting to stir. It took a few moments for Sara to realize something was wrong. Her body stiffened and Carey knew she was fully awake. Sara tested her bonds, but was held tight. She then submissively stopped struggling. She remembered where she was and assumed fighting her position was futile.

Carey (whispering in Sara's ear): "You didn't think I was going to let you go without having a little fun, did you?"

Sara shook her head.

Carey: "You are deliciously submissive. I can see why Heather is so enamored of you. Watching you prance around my gym naked turned me on and now you are going to get me off. Right?"

This time Sara nodded.

Carey: "Good. First we need to position you better."

Carey reached under the massage table and pulled a latch pin from under Sara's torso. The edges of the table where Sara's arms were attached sprung free. Carey made quick work pulling each arm support outward until they latched back in with Sara's arms extended outward at a 90-degree angle. Carey then repeated the process with movable leg supports, although she did show some mercy and only opened Sara's legs about 60 degrees. Sara was effectively bound spread eagled to the massage table and unable to see or speak. Whatever Carey wanted to do to her, she would not be able to resist in any way.

Carey: "OK slut, time for my reward. As you mistress wants you whipped into shape in a couple of months, I will require payment for my services. Each day that you workout here, you will be servicing my pussy and you will do a good job. Prompt attention to my needs will mean we have more time for you to workout and the resulting enhanced results will be rewarded by Heather. I am a strict taskmaster when it comes to those under my personal training regiment. If you follow my instructions, you will see results. If not, well I don't think I need to tell you what would happen in you fail."

Sara was in no position to respond, but her heart raced with anticipation. Carey grabbed a control box hanging on the wall. It was tethered to the base of the massage table and controlled the table's height and angle. After a simple push of a button, Sara felt her head dipping until her whole body was pointing downward at a 45-degree angle. Sara could guess what was about to happen. She heard Carey moving and sensed her presence behind her head. 

Carey: "I'm sure Mistress Heather has taught you how to lick a pussy, so you had better do it well."

With that simple declarative statement, Carey moved forward, straddled Sara's head and removed the gag. Sara felt Carey's warm thighs rub against her ears as the skin slid down the side of her head. Sara took a deep breath as she felt Carey's pussy lips brush across her nose and settle on her mouth. Sara took a moment to enjoy Carey's fragrance, and then quickly began the task of getting the Amazon woman to climax.

Carey was in no mood for subtlety. She didn't need any foreplay. This wasn't about making love. This was about getting off. Forcibly, Carey ground her pussy on Sara's face, marking her territory with her drippings. Each time Carey became aware of Sara slowing down, she gave both of Sara's nipples a hard twist. Immediately Sara would redouble her efforts, but try as she might, Sara was unable to make the Amazon woman climax. Eventually Sara would tire and Carey would need to "encourage" her to continue.

This went on for about 15 minutes. Several times Carey was very close to cumming, but she was enjoying her position of power over Sara too much to give in to her desires. Mocking anger, Carey stood up, tilted Sara back to a horizontal position and told Sara she required a different form of encouragement. Carey walked back to her bag of tricks and returned with a short riding crop. Slowly she slid the crop along Sara's prone body, making sure to gently contact all of Sara's sensitive spots.

Sara obviously was enjoying the stimulation. Her moans grew louder as the crop traced its path up and down her body. Carey moved between Sara's spread legs to get a better angle of tease.

Carey: "You are enjoying yourself, slut, aren't you?"

Sara: "Yes mam. Please let me cum."

Carey: "Have you earned that? You have not made me cum yet."

Sara didn't respond, but her disappointment was easy to sense.

Sara: "Please mam. Use my mouth again. I promise will make you cum this time."

Carey: "Do you promise to make me cum each time you work out at my gym?"

Sara: "Yes mam."

Carey: "Will you lick my asshole and let me fuck your brown eye?"

Sara: "Anything. Anything at all. Just make me cum."

Carey: "I like your attitude."

With Sara's pledge hanging in the air, Carey snapped the crop on Sara's inner thigh. As expected, Sara responded by arching her hips in a silent request for further punishment. Carey responded by slowly drawing the tip of the crop along Sara's pussy.

Carey: "I see you like that. If I hit your clit will you cum for me." 

Sara: "Yes! Crop me, spank me, whip me, fuck me. Anything."

Carey responded by snapping the crop, rapid fire, on both of Sara's nipples. Her loud scream echoed off the walls. Carey was sure the front desk would hear Sara's cry of pain and pleasure. If fact, she was counting on it.

Carey: "That was just a taste. Make me cum, and do it right, or I will keep you on edge for the next hour and then send you home."

Sara: "Please Carey, let me try again!"

Carey reached for the table controls and lowered Sara so she could straddle her head without tilting her inverted again. Carey then began rubbing her pussy on Sara's forehead and down across her nose. Sara tilted her head backward in a vain effort to reach Carey's pussy with her tongue. Then there was a knock on the door.

Carey: "Come in."

Mortified, Sara heard the door open. What a site she must have been for the stranger now gazing at her vulnerable state. Sara had never felt so exposed. Tied naked to the massage table with her dripping pussy on full display, Sara was thankful she was still wearing Carey's blindfold. Sara didn't want to see the facial express of the visitor.

Jill: "Carey, there is a probl..."

Jill cut herself off in mid-sentence. A sure sign she was not expecting to see her boss straddling another woman's head. At least that was Sara's interpretation.

Jill: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a new slut in today. Let me know when you are done with her and we can talk about Andrew's lack of payment."

Sara's face turned flush with humiliation. Obviously she was not the first person to be ravaged on this table and whoever Jill was, she apparently didn't think anything strange was happening.

Carey: "OK, Jill. We'll be done here as soon as the lovely Sara gets be off."

Sara's heart sank. She assumed Carey would make her cum and now that possibility seemed to fade. 

Jill: "She's gorgeous. Whom does she belong to?"

Carey: "She's Heather's new toy. We're going to get her in better shape before the Vegas trip."

Vegas trip? Sara had never heard mention of a trip to Vegas.

Jill: "She'll be the hit of the convention. How well is she trained so far?"

Carey: "Heather's starting her kind of slow. She's wonderfully submissive, but still needs more refinement and to learn her place better. She's been begging me to fuck her even though she knows an orgasm without permission is against the rules."

Sara's head was spinning. The two women were discussing her and her future as if she wasn't even there. Yet all Sara could think about was being allowed to cum.

Sara: "Please Carey, call Mistress Heather and ask if you can fuck me!"

Jill: "Isn't that cute. The slave is begging for her own pleasure."

Sara felt a delicate finger tracing her pussy lips.

Jill: "My, my, you are a wet slut aren't you?"

Sara didn't answer verbally. Her hips answered for her arching to meet Jill's finger. Her insolence was rebuked with a hard slap across her right breast.

Jill: "I asked you a question."

Sara: "Yes mam. I'm a wet slut. Please let me cum."

Jill: "Has you mistress told you of her plans for you?"

Sara: "No mam. Please I need to cum."

Jill: "Well I'd love to tell you, but you'll have to ask her. Carey, let me know when you are done and we'll discuss Andrew's account."

Carey: "Before you go, can you do me a favor?"

Jill: "Sure, what do you need?"

Carey: "There is a strap-on in the cabinet in my office. Can you fetch it for me?"

Jill: "Sure thing."

Sara heard the door open again, but did not hear it close.

Carey: "Last chance, tramp. Make me cum by the time she returns, and you'll get fucked. Otherwise it's another hour of teasing. And believe me, I can keep you on the edge as long as I want."

Sara did not doubt Carey's boast. She stuck her tongue out and waited for Carey to settle down on her face. But Carey continued to rub herself along Sara's face. Like a lightning bolt, Carey's plan shot through Sara's brain. She wasn't going to let Sara service her in time! She must get off on teasing helpless girls. The strap-on was probably for Jill. She would get to fuck Carey after they sent her away without her climax.

Sara: "Please Carey, sit on my face and let me eat you!"

Carey moved down the pleading Sara's face, but instead of her pussy, positioned her asshole right over Sara's mouth. Sara wasted no time and began rimming the powerful woman. 

Jill: "Here's your favorite, Carey."

Sara had forgot the door was left open. She didn't even hear any footsteps approaching.

Carey: "Slut is doing better now that I gave her my ass. I think she likes it. Either that or she is too desperate to cum to care. Why don't you put that thing on? She's not getting me off and I'll need your help."

Jill: "Of course. You know how much I enjoy fucking you."

Sara heard the sliding of straps and felt Carey dismount her head. The situation had just gone from back to worse.

Carey: "I gave this whore several hours of my time and a massage and she couldn't even give me one decent orgasm. Maybe Heather has made a mistake with this one."

Jill: "I don't know. She seems to have potential. Why don't you bend over her so she can feel what she is missing."

Carey: "What a naughty idea. I like how your mind works."

Sara felt Carey move between her legs and bend over her body. Carey wrapped her hand around Sara's neck, pulling her head up.

Carey: "You could have had this, but chose not to please me. Now you have to suffer."

Carey released Sara's head as Sara felt Carey's body push into her. A primal moan washed over the room as Carey was penetrated.

Jill: "You like that dick in you don't you?"

Carey: "You know it. Nobody fucks me like you do."

Jill: "You mean nobody else will fuck you."

Carey (snickering): "I guess you're right. Men are scared I'll snap their dicks off."

Jill and Carey quickly found a fierce rocking rhythm. Each thrush forced Carey strongly onto the vulnerable Sara below her. Carey began massaging Sara's breasts and swiveling her hips against Sara's mound each time Jill withdrew. Carey's moans were constant. Sara had actually done a fine job servicing her pussy and it had taken all her effort not to climax. Now that she didn't have to worry about that, she was going to take all the pleasure she could from Jill's assault.

As Jill picked up the pace, the indirect contact Sara's clit was receiving was driving her crazy. Combined with Carey's breast manipulation, Sara was on the edge as Carey had warned. But she couldn't go over the top. This was not a problem Carey had. Her orgasm hit her with tremendous force after only a few minutes. Jill stopped trusting and let Carey ride out her climax sliding herself down the fake cock, as she wanted. Carey held Sara tight as wave after wave of aftershocks crashed through her body. Carey then stood up and moved away.




Sara's Training Ch. 05



Carey: "That's Jill. I better hit the showers. Sara, I'll see you on Monday. Same time."

Sara was an emotional wreck. She could not take much more of this teasing. She knew as soon as she was in her car, her fingers would be in her pussy. She didn't care what punishment Mistress Heather would have for her. 

Once again, Sara felt a fingertip sliding up her body.

Jill: "You really are a hot one. I'll give you a treat. You can taste Carey's orgasm."

Sara felt the strap-on brush her lips. This was better than nothing, she figured, as she opened her mouth. Jill slid the length of the phallus along Sara's lips allowing her to lick Carey's juices. When she was satisfied Sara had done a thorough cleaning, Jill pulled back.

Sara: "Please Jill, I need to get fucked. I need to cum."

Jill: "What's in it for me."

Sara: "I'll get you off. Any way you want."

Jill: "I really need to get back to work."

Desperate at her perceived last chance, Sara made a decision.

Sara: "It doesn't have to be now. I'll come to your house this weekend if that pleases you."

Jill: "I have a roommate. Does your offer extend to more than one person?"

Sara: "Yes anything. Just please fuck me."

Jill: "Oh, you'll get fucked all right. What if we are having a party? Will you serve as the entertainment?"

Sara was not thinking straight anymore. She would agree to anything and was not concerned with the consequences.

Sara: "ANYTHING!"

Sara felt Jill grab her breast and squeeze as she moved back around the bound girl. The next feeling Sara felt was the strap-on hitting her clit. Sara's pussy jumped to attention like a squad before its drill sergeant.

Jill: "Perhaps I should talk to Heather about having you come to serve me. I could send her one of my other sluts in payment."

Sara: "No mam. I love Mistress Heather."

Jill: "Really? Then why are you begging me to fuck you and pledging to serve me another day?"

Sara: "I'm horny. I can't help myself."

Jill: "You had better not let Heather hear you say that. Maybe I should tell her for you."

Sara: "No mam. I'll tell her."

Jill: "She's going to punish you."

Sara: "I know. I deserve it."

Jill: "It seems you're starting to learn your place a little better. Let's do a little on-the-job training, as it were. Don't cum until I tell you or you will be spanked and forced to walk through the gym naked showing all the work what a disobedient slut you are."

Sara: "Yes mam."

Jill slowly rubbed the shaft of the strap-on along Sara's pussy lips. She loved watching her captive rock her hips trying to increase the contact and the moans from Sara's mouth was music to her ears. Jill looked over at Heather who was sitting in a chair and waited for the approval to impale the anxious housewife.

Heather had entered the room when Jill first arrived. As per the plan, Carey called Heather when Sara was taking her shower. Heather wanted to see if Sara would allow herself to be teased to the breaking point without giving in to her desires. Not that Heather had expected Sara to survive Carey and Jill's treatment, but she was a little disappointed at how quickly Sara surrendered to her desires. Heather expected Sara would break down eventually and give her another reason to punish her new servant. Perhaps they would spank her anyway and make her walk around the gym.

Heather nodded to Jill, careful not to make any sounds which give away her presence. Dutifully, Jill placed the tip of the strap-on at the entrance to Sara's womanhood.

Jill (mocking): "Are you ready?"

Sara: "God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Jill: "Last chance..."

Sara (yelling): "Make me cum!"

Heather smiled as Jill skewered Sara, slamming the fake dick into the begging woman. Jill buried the dildo to the hilt in one thrust. Sara easily accommodated the intrusion. Her pussy had been well lubricated throughout her bondage in anticipation of this moment. Heather knew that she could easily control the housewife into doing whatever she wanted just by teasing her and denying her release.

Heather sat back and enjoyed the show being put on by Jill and Sara. The massage table was a wonderful design allowing the fuckee's legs to be spread wide while placing her pussy on the edge of the table. The adjustable height allowed the fucker to stand and place their charge at just the right angle for maximum penetration. Heather made a mental note to ask Carey where she got the table. 

Sara was ready to cum on Jill's first stroke. She knew holding back would be hopeless, but she was determined to try. Jill was relentless. Normally she would vary her pace and try to prolong the event to take her own pleasure from contact with the base of the strap-on, but this was different. Jill was moving full speed from the start and didn't let up until she sensed Sara was at the point of no return.

Jill: "Don't cum until I say..."

Sara (between moans): "I can't hold out much longer. Please let me cum."

Jill: "Maybe we should stop?"

Jill pulled the dildo out so just the tip was touching Sara's outer lips.

Sara: "Don't you dare."

Jill: "Let's play the orgasm game."

Sara didn't like the sound of that. She was so close. Five or six more strokes would have done it.

Jill: "I'm going to put this cock back in you. I'm going to slowly, and I do mean slowly, insert it all the way in. You are going to count backward from 25. If you make it to five without cumming, I will give you the last five hard and fast. You can then orgasm to your heart's content. If you fail, however, and cum during the tantalizingly slow first 20 strokes or before I reach five on the fast strokes, I will pull this dildo out and bury it up your ass without the benefit of lube. Trust me, you don't want that to happen. Do you agree to my terms or should I stop?

Sara couldn't stand the though of Jill stopping now. Even the threat of a monster strap-on up her ass dry or the vision of what Mistress Heather was going to do to her did not cloud her judgment.

Sara: "I agree."

True to her word, Jill eased the strap-on back into Sara's gaping pussy. Sara was so wet, there was very little friction and without the hard push of Jill's hips, Sara's clit was not getting the pounding it craved. As Jill finally bottomed out, 30 seconds later, Sara began her countdown.

"25"

Jill pulled out a little quicker, but again slowly inserted the strap-on taking another 30 seconds to move nine inches.

"24 - please hurry"

Jill ignored Sara's plea, repeating the process over and over. 30 seconds became 25, which became 20 then 15 and 10. By the time Sara had counted down to 10, Jill was almost at a normal pace, but Sara was beside herself with urgency. When they reached six, Jill stopped again.

Jill: "Are you ready?"

Sara nodded and Jill responded. The last five strokes flew past Sara. Jill apparently had been resting during the slow cycle and now was hitting Sara with everything she had. Jill's pelvis was making contact squarely with Sara's clit each time the dildo bottomed out. Sara was shuddering on the table, mini-orgasms coursing through her body.

Sara: "God, yes, thank you Jesus!"

Sara screamed loud enough for the entire gym to hear her as her body tensed arching her hips and back off the massage table. She held that position for what seemed like an eternity to Jill who continued to pump the strap-on into its home. Sara collapsed onto the table, her breathing ragged and her head tossing to and fro. Jill pulled the strap-on out of the spent woman and snapped it back over Sara's clit once more. Sara's body stiffened again then went limp. Sara heard the door close and wondered how many people had watched her performance. As she started to calm down, a delicate hand from behind her head began massaging her breasts. Obviously at least one person watched her show.

Sara: "Who is there? Is that you Carey?"

There was no response. The hands moved up to Sara's neck and felt wonderful. Sara didn't care who was massaging her as long as they didn't stop. She heard the door open again and then heard Carey's voice.

Carey: "Well it looks like you survived. Everyone in the gym wants to meet you. Most walked past the door at one point and certainly everyone heard your finale."

Sara blushed, but was too worn out to care. The hands on her neck now moved up to her head and gently massaged her temples for a few moments. Sara then felt the blindfold being removed. Sara's eyes had to squint as the adjusted to the light, but she instantly recognized the vision of her mistress smiling down on her.

Sara: "Thank you mistress for arranging today."

Mistress Heather: "I am serious about Carey getting you in shape. The sex was just a bonus. I have mixed emotions about your behavior today. My heart was warmed when you said you loved me, but you still allowed your desires to overtake you and control your actions. On the plus side, you somehow managed to hold back your orgasm until Jill gave you permission. That is certainly progress, but pledging to serve her instead of me was definitely a violation which will require punishment."

Sara: "Yes mistress, I understand."

Mistress Heather: "Did you do as I asked and watch the porno with Frank."

Sara: "Not yet mistress."

Mistress Heather: "That is disappointing."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather continued looking down on Sara as she contemplated an appropriate punishment. There was a deafening silence in the room. 

Mistress Heather: "Carey, would you be so kind as to release Sara from her bonds. I'm sure she is tired of being stretched in that position."

Carey released the pins holding Sara's arms and legs apart and moved the table back into position for a massage. She then removed the straps holding Sara to the table.

Mistress Heather: "Can you stand?"

Sara: "Yes mistress, I think so."

Sara slid herself off the table. Her legs her a little unsteady, but the blood flow quickly brought their strength back.

Mistress Heather: "First I want you to thank Carey for her hospitality. I want you to give her a passionate kiss, then get on your knees and kiss her feet."

Without hesitation, Sara did as she was asked. Carey took Sara's head in her hands and pulled her close for a deep, wet kiss. Carey then slid her arms down, grabbing each of Sara's buttocks. She squeezed both cheeks and pulled them apart.

Carey: "I'm looking forward to having your ass at Jill's party."

Sara: "Me too."

Sara then dropped to the floor and dutifully gave worship to Carey's feet.

Mistress Heather: "We need to find Jill so you can also thank her properly. She's probably in the gym, so we should take a few minutes to prepare you for your entrance. Lay over my knee. Carey, will you attend to Sara's clothes?"

Sara watched Carey leave the room and then walked by over to her mistress. Without hesitation, Sara passively laid across Heather's lap and prepared for the spanking she knew she had earned. Mistress Heather's hand was firm, but not severe. She worked the slaps up and down Sara's buttocks, thighs and lower back. Sara was so relaxed from her orgasm, she felt little pain. Instead she luxuriated in the touch of her mistress. In just a few minutes, Sara's backside was a lovely shade of pink.

Mistress Heather: "Here is how the rest of today is going to go. When I finish with your spanking, you are going to walk into the gym and find Jill. Your freshly warmed ass is going to be on display. Everyone here knows what you are already, so there is really no need to feel any shame. You may have to ask for Jill since I don't know if she will identify herself."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "After you find Jill, give her the same thank you that you gave to Carey. If Jill asks about her little party, tell her you have to clear it with me. I don't want you running around service other women when you should be making me happy. If you are good and follow instructions, we'll see about setting up a play date for you and Jill's other pets."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Carey should have collected your clothes by now. They will be waiting in your car. You may put your top on, but I want you to drive bottomless to the adult bookstore. Since you have not watched the film I instructed you to rent, I will make the arrangements. Once you arrive, put your sweat pants on and go inside. They should have everything you need at the counter. Just tell them who you are and they will take care of you. Do you understand?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "I want you to watch the film with Frank tonight. I will be at your house tomorrow morning at 9 to take you running. Make sure Frank is there as we can meet. I would not be the worst idea if you remind him about the porno in the morning so he can think about having me in a three way with you while we run. We'll let him think it was his idea for a few weeks and then surprise him together. Do you have a problem with that?"

Sara: "No mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. You will be at my house at 9am on Wednesday. I want you in the garage, naked and presented to me the way I taught you. If the weather is nice, bring your sexiest swimsuit."

Sara: "Yes mistress. I'll be there."

Mistress Heather: "OK, let's finish up your spanking and get you on your way."

Mistress Heather resumed her spanking of Sara, although this time her hands were much more forceful. Every six spanks or so, Heather would dip a finger into Sara's pussy, always generating a sound of pleasure.

Mistress Heather: "This is to remind you of who this pussy belongs to. Are there any questions?"

Sara: "No mistress. My I cum again."

Mistress Heather: "Of course not dear. I want you primed for Frank tonight."

Mistress Heather continued her alternate spanking and fingering until Sara was pleading for another orgasm. But Mistress Heather denied her every request and then sent her on her way to find Jill. Even though everyone in the gym probably saw Jill fucking her or at least heard her spanking, Sara was humiliated by having to ask who Jill was. What kind of slut lets a woman she has never seen fuck her at a gym? Each gym patron, both men and women, seemed to be enjoying her situation. Finally Sara identified Jill and gave her the most passionate kiss she could muster. She then respectfully kissed Jill's foot.

Jill: "I really enjoyed you today, Sara. I hope Heather let's you out to play soon."

Sara: "Yes mam. Me too."

Sara then turned and found her way back to the front door. Peaking out the door, she made a quick survey of the street. Carey promised to put her clothes in the car, so Sara made a mad dash for her car. Sara saw her sweat suit neatly folded on the back seat along with her purse. As she pulled the door handle, however, she found the door locked. Panicking, Sara looked back toward the gym and saw Carey holding her keys and smiling. Sara gave her a look of disappointment, but then smiled at the absurdity of her situation. Sara slowly walked back to the door. She didn't want Carey to get the satisfaction of seeing her run. Carey hander Sara her keys and gave her another kiss.

Carey: "Have a good rest of your afternoon. See you Monday at 11."



Sara's Training Ch. 06



Chapter six takes Sara back into the world of submission to both men and women. Although I prefer lesbian domination stories, I'm happy to respond to the feedback I have received asking for an expanded mix of people for Sara to serve. I'm sorry this chapter took so long to publish. I thought it would a short chapter just used to advance the story and clean up some loose ends. Somewhere along the way it turned into 65 pages of new adventures. Since it's been a while, I thought a character recap was in order, so here list the list of people who have appeared thus far.

Cast of Characters

Sara - The soccer mom who is taken by the wife of her husband's boss in Couture's Soccer Mom. Sara has been moving deeper into a life of sexual submission, has had two mistresses and served several other women and men. 

Frank - Sara's husband. He doesn't know Sara has fallen into a life of submission, although her increased sex drive has benefits for him.

Cindy Anderson - Sara's first mistress. She seduced Sara in the park and opened her up to a new world.

Jim Anderson - Cindy's husband and Frank's boss. 
Heather Chandler - Sara's new mistress. Heather is best described as a Barbie doll with red hair. She is a trophy wife whose husband owns a network of car dealerships. They have an open marriage and Heather leads a group of women who enjoy taking other women as their slaves.

Maggie - Owner of the "Professional Woman" clothing store who has enjoyed Sara's attentions.
Andi - Works for Maggie at the store and has also played with Sara.
Susan - Manager of the "Victoria's Secret" in the same mall as Maggie's store. Sara was sent on an errand to buy a thong, which Susan enjoyed very much.

Sam – A security guard at the mall
Glenda – Another security guard at the mall
Keith – The high school aged neighbor of Cindy
Stephanie – A college student in the servitude of Mistress Heather
Emily – A new hire at Maggie's Professional Woman store
Carey – Owner / bodybuilder of the gym where Sara works out
Jill – One of Carey's employees whom Sara pledged to serve
Steve – Owner of The Vault adult bookstore
Mandy – Worker at The Vault adult bookstore

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Sara's Training Chapter 06

Sara drove to 'The Vault' a seedy adult bookstore Heather had directed her to in order to rent an adult movie. Sara had never rented a porno before and she wasn't thrilled about doing so now. At least the odds of running into somebody she knew was pretty slim, she thought. Throughout her drive, Sara sat bottomless on the leather seats of her car. The heat from her skin warmed the seat and the heat from her pussy filled her thoughts. Fortunately, Sara arrived at the store without incident and she quickly pulled her sweatpants back onto her body. Her musk, abundant in the fabric of her workout clothes, quickly overwhelmed her nostrils. Sara did not want to go into the store, but her multiple disobediences to Mistress Heather today and the fear of what punishments lay ahead convinced her whatever humiliation she would face would be less than any additional punishment so she willed herself to leave the safety of the car.

In retrospect, Sara didn't need to worry. The Vault catered to people who enjoy a little, or quite a lot of kink beyond their regular adult needs. Having a woman walk into the store reeking of sex was not out of the ordinary.

The Vault was owned by a man named Steve. He is a dominant and caters to those who enjoy the lifestyle. His store has the usual selection of books, magazines and adult videos. There are also several video preview rooms when people can watch a movie in private instead of bringing the video home. This addition has proved very profitable among people who prefer not to tell their spouse about certain facets of their lives. The Vault also has a large section of bondage gear, fetish wear and every type of toy you can imagine. Steve also runs a successful website and ships his products throughout the USA.

Steve is a good friend of Heather. Heather does most of her erotic shopping through the store and website. On more than one occasion, Heather has shared her slaves with Steve or used appearances at the store for humiliation purposes. Steve always enjoyed when Heather sent a newbie to him.

Heather had called the store after Sara had left the gym hoping to arrange a quick session with Steve. Sara needed to be punished for her transgressions earlier in the day, but unfortunately Steve was not at the store yet. Instead Heather talked to Mandy. Mandy was an interesting woman. In her late 30's, she was primarily a Dom, although in the store she definitely was subservient to Steve. She wasn't much to look at, about 5'4" and 160 lbs. A dirty dishwater blonde she didn't carry her weight well and was not blessed with large breasts. Heather explained to Mandy that she was sending Sara over to rent a movie. The video needed to feature 2 girls with 1 guy and be fairly vanilla. Heather specified the movie should not be fetish themed, just a "typical" hetero suck and fuck fest.

Mandy picked out Busty Beauties and set it aside. Sara arrived shortly thereafter. At this time of day, the store is usually fairly empty, so it was easy to guess who the out-of-place woman walking through the door belonged to. "Hello, you must be Sara," Mandy began.

Sara: "Yes I am. If you know my name, you must know why I am here."

Mandy: "I do indeed. I picked out a movie based on your mistress' instructions."

Mandy talked in a matter of fact manner which surprised Sara. Sara assumed Mandy would either talk down to her or put the moves on her, but instead she talked as if one woman calling to order a porno for another was the most normal thing in the world.

Sara began to relax when a scruffy older man walked out on an aisle and past the counter. As he reached Sara, he paused and took a strong whiff of the air. "Somebody has been naughty," he said to nobody in particular and continued to the video section.

Sara blushed immediately and looked down to her feet.

Mandy: "Don't worry honey. We get all kinds of sluts and whores in here."

If Sara could have crawled into a hole she would of. The man's comments were bad enough, but having the clerk agree and degrade her status made her humiliation complete.

Mandy just snickered below her breath. She loved teasing new subs.

Mandy: "I just need your driver's license and a major credit card and you'll be on your way."

Sara had not planned on that. Of course it was perfectly normal for a video rental to want a credit card guarantee and the address of the renter. But that would also create a link back to her that her husband could find. After all, if charges from The Vault started to appear on the credit card statement, Sara would have some explaining to do.

Meekly Sara did as Mandy requested and handed over the cards. Mandy drew out her actions making Sara wait about twice as long as necessary before handing over the cards and a rental agreement. Sara paid $4 in cash for the rental, took the DVD and left the store as quickly as she could.

Sara drove home as fast as she could. She had to get her workout suit in the washing machine and take a shower before anybody got home. She also had to figure out a credible way to get Frank to watch the movie. Not that she doubted Frank would want to watch the DVD, but more that she didn't want Frank to suspect her motivations.

All night Sara watched Frank carefully for any signs that he wanted to become amorous. She made sure to act a little flirty and made it clear that she was available to him that night. After the kids had gone to bed, Frank and Sara made their way upstairs. 

Frank: "You were not been your regular self tonight."

Sara: "I've been horny all week. I need some attention."

Frank: "That sounds great. What did you have in mind?"

Sara: "Actually, you may think this sounds weird, but I rented a dirty movie. I thought we could cuddle and watch it."

Frank: "Oh you did, did you? What kind of movie?"

Sara: "It's a porno. I was embarrassed at the video store so I just grabbed the first one I could. I'm not even sure what it is about."

Frank: "OK. You know I am a sucker for bad music."

Sara chuckled.

Sara and Frank wanted to be sure the kids were asleep, so they used the time to snuggle and kiss. Sara had changed into a baby doll nightie giving Frank's hands easy access to her body. Frank's cock had quickly grown to full staff and Sara, wanting to please him, swiftly took him in her mouth. She gave him a slow, passionate blowjob. Sara wanted to keep him hard and build his desire before the movie started. The last thing she wanted was for him to blow his load too quickly.

For his part, Frank didn't care about what Sara's motivations were. He was getting his dick sucked and he liked it. He also wasn't too concerned about cumming too fast. Blowing a load down Sara's throat was a fine outcome as far as he was concerned. Frank gave subtle gestures to Sara to speed up, but she kept herself disciplined and only teased him. 

After about 10 minutes, when Sara felt Frank was going to pop no matter what she did, she stood up and told Frank it was movie time. Frank was not pleased. His raging boner was angry and he wanted satisfaction. As Sara moved over toward the TV, she felt Frank grab her arms and spin her back to the bed. Her knees buckled as she hit the side of the mattress and she collapsed in a heap. Frank didn't bother to remove her baby doll. Instead he just used two fingers to pull aside the crotch as he sank his hard-on into her watery hole. Sara gasped at the sudden invasion.

Frank: "Wearing lingerie, renting porno and sucking my cock all in one night! This must be what you wanted."

Frank didn't waste time waiting for an answer. He began relentlessly pounding Sara. Sara knew this wasn't part of the plan, but Frank felt so good inside her she didn't want him to stop. As her passion grew, Sara began to match his thrusts to maximize her own pleasure. A steam of moans began to emanate from her mouth. Showing a new side of his character, an aggressive one Sara definitely liked, Frank commented she was going to wake the kids. Frank's solution was to pull out, flip Sara onto her knees and force her head into the pillows. He then gave her ass a quick swat and buried his cock in her pussy once again.

Sara took advantage of the pillows to let out a scream of delight and wiggled her ass in a gesture of desire toward her husband. The sight was enough to push Frank past the point of no return. Trying to control the volume of his voice, he forcefully announced he was about to cum. Not about to let this opportunity pass, Sara pulled herself off his cock and somersaulted onto her back in one smooth motion. Sara head was positioned on the edge of the bed right below Franks cock as volley after volley of cum short from the head.

The first couple of wads shot clear over Sara's face, tits and chest landing on her lower stomach. As the backpressure diminished, the next cascade moved up her chest and finally on her face. Frank did his best to squeeze out every drop and Sara was more than happy to lick him clean.

Frank: "That was great honey."

Sara: "I enjoyed it too. You were an animal."

Frank: "When you tease a bull, you sometimes get the horns."

Sara: "Remind me to do that more often. Ready to watch the movie finally?"

Frank: "I'm ready to go to sleep."

Sara: "Let's just start it. I want to spoon. You can fall asleep if you want."

Frank: "Ok."

Sara tried once more to turn on the DVD player and the TV. The only difference this time was her baby doll had been wrinkled and coated with cum. Sara returned to the bed holding the remote. She made sure the sound was turned way down, almost off and started the show. Sara lay down on the bed and snuggled her ass up against Frank's crotch. Frank wrapped his arms around her, apparently not turned off by his wetness residing on her clothes. 

The movie started with a scene showing a brunette and blonde woman kissing and fondling each other. Eventually the brunette went down on the blonde and shortly after that a man entered. The blonde licked her lips and quickly took him in her mouth. Sara wondered how people could do that on film, but then remembered her own movies made by Cindy Anderson. Sara flexed her butt muscles on Frank's crotch hoping to stir his cock back to action. Frank responded by grabbing her wrists and wrapping his arms tightly around her in a bear hug.

Frank: "Do you like what you see?"

Sara: "Oh yes. I didn't get to cum before. I'm still horny."

Frank: "Well if you keep grinding your ass on my crotch, I may be ready for round two soon."

Sara, taking his cue, sped up the rocking of her butt while scene two unfolded before their eyes. Frank let go of Sara's left wrist and moved his hand to her pussy. The wetness from their fuck had not abated, if anything, Sara's passions were become more inflamed by having Frank hold her so tightly.

Frank: "You do seem very horny, baby. Does the thought of being with another woman turn you on?"

Sara: "I love the way you are holding me. Wrapped in your arms with you in control is turning me on."

Frank loved what he was hearing. Although he had always thought of himself as a generous lover for Sara, he also harbored a secret desire to be more in control. Frank increased the pressure his fingers were putting on Sara's pussy as he quizzed her more.

Frank: "So you like me being in control?"

Sara (moaning): "Oh yes." 

Frank: "That is obvious. Your pussy is gushing on my fingers. I noticed you didn't answer my question about wanting to be with another woman. Why is that?"

Sara (panting): "Please make me cum."

Frank: "Not until you answer me question."

Sara (pleading): "Please Frank, make me cum."

Frank (withdrawing his fingers): "Maybe later. Remember I'm in charge."

Sara immediately rolled over to face Frank, her left hand grabbing her right breast and her right hand finding its way to her pussy.

Sara: "Oh yes! I love you Frank, but I need to cum now!"

Frank: "I like the new you. What caused this change?"

Sara (gasping): "I met a woman at the gym. She has an amazing body. I've never had any thoughts about being with a woman, but she simply drips of sex appeal. Every time I think of her I get horny and you are the fortunate beneficiary."

Frank: "Have you done anything with her."

Sara: "No."

Frank: "Do you want to do something with her?"

Sara (moaning): "I want you to fuck me again."

Frank: "Do you want to do something with her?"

Sara was lost in the lust of the situation. She had tried to simply broach the subject of a three way, but her pussy had taken control and she would tell Frank anything right now in pursuit of an orgasm.

Sara: "I fantasize about her."

Frank: "Tell me. What do you want to do with her? Tell me or I'll make sure you don't come."

Sara (moaning louder): "I want to fuck you both! I want you both to tell me what to do."

Sara's confession was enough to send her over the edge. Her eyes we closed as her fingers danced across her clit and tugged on her nipples. Frank was enjoying the show. He always tried his best to make is wife come. He was very concerned that she received as much pleasure as he did when they made love. These new revelations excited him. If just talking about being under his control make her cum this hard, image how so would react to him actually controlling her.

As Sara began to calm down, Frank's thought turned to the new friend at the gym. She must be exceptionally beautiful to have elicited the change in Sara's demeanor. Frank wasn't sure if Sara really meant what she said about wanting to fuck them both and he wasn't really sure if he wanted to share her. At that moment all Frank knew was that he had a raging hard-on again. Almost effortless I raised himself to his knees and grabbed Sara. She was as limp as a rag doll after her orgasm and Frank quickly raised her to her knees and spun her around facing the television. Frank took up position behind he newly subservient wife and buried his cock in her pussy. Sara was wetter than Frank ever remembered. Perhaps her confession was not an "in the heat of the moment" thing and she really did feel what she said.

Frank: "Watch the TV, dear. The one woman is eating out the other while her man fucks her from behind. Is that what you want? Do you want to be a fuck sandwich?"

Sara was having trouble focusing. Her brain was on a post orgasm high.

Frank: "Sara, answer me."

Sara: "Yes. I want to be your fuck sandwich."

Frank: "Do you still love me?"

Sara: "More than ever."

Frank knew he would need some time to sort these developments out. He still loved Sara, but had always been faithful and never considered cheating on her. But for right now, he was only concerned with getting his rocks off again. 

Frank: "Put your head down and stick your ass higher in the air."

Frank emphasized his command by pushing down on Sara's neck and slapping her ass. He also sped up his thrusting speed and varied the angle of his penetration to maximize his pleasure. Usually Frank could last much longer if they made love twice in a day, but his conscious mind was filled with thoughts of the new possibilities Sara's confession brought to the table. Within a couple of minutes, Frank felt himself reach the point of no return. Pulling out just before he shot his load, he aimed his cock at Sara's ass. Although the volume of seed was much smaller than earlier in the night, Frank enjoyed himself just as much or even more. Now both sides of Sara's nightie were stained and Frank definitely felt like a man.

Frank: "I'm done for the night. Turn off the TV, clean yourself up and come to bed.

Sara: "Yes dear."

Sara went into the bathroom and stripped off her now sticky nightie. After tossing it into the clothes hamper, she drew herself a warm bath, adding a combination of sea salt crystals and lilac oil. Sara also dimmed the lights and lit a couple of candle. As soon as she had turned off the water, she noticed Frank was snoring. Smiling, Sara was proud of herself for wearing her husband out. Sara luxuriated in the warm water, letting it soothe her well used body. In her mind, Sara replayed her admittance to Frank about a desire to be dominated and her lust for another woman. She was very concerned about how Frank would react now that their moment of passion had passed. Sara decided the best course of action would be to tell Heather all about what happened and let her mistress decide what to do. 

After about half an hour, Sara emerged from the tub and wrapped a silk robe around her tender skin. She moved back into the bedroom. Frank was still snoring loudly. Sara was unconcerned with waking him until morning. She slipped from the bedroom and down to the computer in the den. Over the next twenty minutes or so, Sara composed an email to Mistress Heather detailing the events of the day since they had parted from Carey's gym. Sara told her about the embarrassment she felt around Mandy at the adult bookstore and how things got out of hand with Frank and she had confessed her desire to be dominated. Sara hoped Mistress Heather would read the email before coming over for their run in the morning. Sara looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was 1:15 in the morning. She had to get to sleep quickly so she could be ready at 9.

Sara fell quickly into a deep sleep. Writing the email to Mistress Heather had purged her mind of all its worries. Her problems were now her mistress' and she knew Heather would take care of her. Sara felt Frank stirring as the morning sunlight pushed through the window blinds. Sara glanced at the clock and it was 7am. As Frank got up, Sara looked at him and thanked him for the night before. She also asked him to wake her in about an hour.




Sara's Training Ch. 06



Sara: "My friend Heather is coming over at 9 to go running."

Frank: "Is this your new friend from the gym?"

Sara: "Yes, but please don't say anything about last night."

Frank: "Don't worry, I won't."

Sara tried to fall back asleep, but she couldn't. Her mind was racing with various scenarios about what was going to happen in an hour. Would Heather tell Frank that Sara belonged to her? Would Frank make a play for Heather? Would nothing happen? Vivid images of herself, Frank and Heather flooded Sara's mind. Each vision became more depraved than the last and in each scene, Sara was clearly servicing both people she loved.

Right on time, at 8 o'clock, Frank came back into the bedroom. Sara heard him enter and opened her eyes.

Frank: "It's 8 honey."

Sara: "Thanks dear. What are your plans for today?"

Frank: "I'm going to start on some yard work."

Sara: "Ok. Maybe this afternoon we can do something as a family."

Frank: "Sounds good."

Frank turned and left the room. Sara stayed under the covers are reach down to find her pussy was very wet. The freak show in her mind had moved downward into her core. Sara would have liked nothing more than to service herself at that moment, but she knew better. Her mistress would be here soon and she needed to get dressed for her workout.

Sara decided on wearing a very conservative outfit. After all, she was going running, not trying to seduce someone. Sara put on a white running bra, white cotton panties, a gray pair of gym shorts and a red t-shirt. She put her hair in a ponytail and applied just a touch of make-up. As Sara looked in the mirror, she thought she looked very nice. She shook her head back and forth a few times watching how her ponytail bounced. Suddenly the image of Frank holding her ponytail, forcing his cock into her mouth while Heather paddled her ass for being a "bad" girl or fucking her with a strap-on filled her mind. Sara's reaction was so strong she had to lean against the bathroom counter for support. Her new panties were suddenly flooded with her juices and a small wet patch started forming on the front of her shorts.

"How am I going to make it through today?" Sara mused to herself. She quickly stripped of her shorts and panties and tossed them in the hamper. Grabbing another pair of panties, Sara also grabbed a panty shield to absorb more of her juices. She knew it would be uncomfortable to run with the shield in her panty, but she couldn't risk showing a wet spot either. Sara also grabbed a black pair of gym shorts figuring the color would hide any stains.

Sara took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and down the stairs. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice and sliced a grapefruit half for breakfast. Trying to remain calm, she sat at the kitchen table eating her breakfast and attempted not to watch the clock. At 8:50, the doorbell rang and Sara's heart skipped a beat.

Sara went to answer the door as Frank appeared at the back door. "What a coincidence," Sara thought. "Frank is taking a break just when Heather arrived."

Sara opened the door and was slack jawed at the apparition before her. Mistress Heather always looked like a goddess to Sara, but the running outfit she chose for today made Sara want to drop to her knees and worship. Noticing Sara's reaction, Heather did a quick spin and asked if Sara liked what she saw. Sara was beyond words.

Frank entered the foyer from the kitchen just after Heather had finished her spin. To him, it looked as if she was just entering the house like nothing was happening between Sara and her. As Heather moved into the house, Frank stopped in his tracks taking in the woman before him. Heather was dressed, if you could call it that, very simply. Heather had dressed to impress Frank and to that end had chosen hot pink running shorts. They were French cut and clearly showed the bottom corners of her butt cheeks. The shorts were tight and no panty lines were visible. Up top, her considerable fake breasts were constrained by a running bra which served to push the implants up even higher than normal. A tight white crop top covered her breasts but left the majority of her torso in plain sight. Heather's red hair was ratted out like an 80's hair band completing the uber-bimbo look. 

Frank could only stare as he took in Heather's body and began to fantasize about having her. He didn't realize Sara had called his name three times before he responded. That was exactly the effect Heather had dressed for. She knew Frank would soon be willing to do anything she wanted and would be happy to share Sara.

Sara introduced Frank to Heather. Like a typical male, Frank tried to act cool, but it was obvious he was lusting after the redhead. Frank tried to make small talk, but mainly made a fool of himself by staring at Heather's breasts instead of making eye contact. After a few minutes, Heather suggested she and Sara should stretch and get on with their run. Turning back toward the front door, Heather told Frank it was nice to meet him and ran her hand along his cheek. This action served a couple of purposes. One, it allowed Heather to transfer a small amount of her perfume onto his face. She had purposed placed a couple of drops on her fingers before she got out of her car. If case Frank had any problems remembering her while she ran with Sara, she wanted to be sure to leave a little memento. The second purpose was to make sure her wedding ring was noticed by Frank. This would put him off balance lusting after a woman he would probably not be able to have. As usual, Heather was in complete control of the situation.

Heather and Sara went into the front yard and sat down on the grass facing away from the house. Heather led Sara through her typical stretching routine preparing them for their run. Heather and Sara spread her legs and bent over forcing her chests as low as possible. This gave Frank a perfect view of their tight shorts straining again their asses. Heather knew Frank would be watching through the living room window, although she doubted he was doing so openly.

Mistress Heather: "Sara, picture Frank peaking through the blinds at us. He's watching our butts trying to catch any view of our shorts dropping down. By the time we leave, I bet he'll be hard and while were gone he will be fantasizing about us sharing him."

Sara didn't respond, but she knew Heather was right.

After a couple of minutes, Heather stood up and moved in front of Sara. She told Sara to spread her legs again, along not quite so wide. Heather then sat in from of Sara taking the same position so their feet were touching. She and Sara then both leaned in grabbing each other's wrists. Heather then told Sara to rock back and forth. 

Mistress Heather: "This stretch really isn't really helpful for running, but I'm sure Frank is enjoying himself. From his position, it will look like we're fucking each other. Unless I miss my guess, he's probably jack himself off as soon as we leave.

Sara: "You may be right. I know he got turned on when I told him about you."

Mistress Heather: "Of course he did. Men are dogs. Ring the bell and their dicks get hard. Let's start our run."

Heather and Sara ran through a forest preserve near Frank and Sara's house. Once they had left the street for the forest path, Heather took a position in front of Sara.

Mistress Heather: "Don't worry about looking around. Focus on my ass and follow me. I'll lead you where we need to go."

Sara did her best to obey her mistress, stumbling several times because she didn't notice an upcoming change in the terrain. The continual picture of her mistresses butt filling her field of vision had Sara turned on again. She had no concept of how far they had run since instead of concentrating on the pain and fatigue of running, she was concentrating on the perfect buttocks bouncing in front of her.

When they reached the end of the trail, Heather paused to turn around.

Mistress Heather: "So far so good. Do you need a quick break or can we head back."

Sara: "I'll follow you anywhere."

Mistress Heather: "I know you will. You take the lead home so I can watch your ass this time."

Sara began running back up the trail, half liking the change of view and half disappointed she couldn't see her mistress. Throughout the run home, Heather made a series of comments about how good Sara's ass looked, how much she was going to enjoy paddling it on Wednesday and how best to bring Frank along. Heather plan was to act like she didn't know anything about what Sara had told Frank and to not "notice" Frank lusting after her. Sara would continue to visit Heather house on Wednesdays and go to the gym on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. On Saturday's they would go running and Heather would make sure Frank got a good eyeful. They would work on a back story giving Frank hope for the future, but would not make any explicit promises of a three way until he had been primed for a few weeks.

Sara didn't commit to the plan one way or the other. She trusted Mistress Heather to make the correct decisions, but was still apprehensive about what Frank would do after he found out the true depth of her relationship with Heather. Sara and Heather arrived back at the house about 45 minutes after leaving.

Mistress Heather: "Do you think Frank jacked-off while we were gone?"

Sara: "I doubt it. He wants to fuck you."

Mistress Heather: "Of course he does. I'm going to head home, however. You can benefit from his pent up lusts. Just remember, no orgasms. You can fake it to please him and help him get off, but you will not cum until I order it, right?"

Heather paused as the rhetorical question hang in the air. 

Mistress Heather: "And don't forget to go to the gym Monday and I'll see you at my house Wednesday, 9am sharp."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Sara watched as Heather walked back to her car and drove away. Looking at the living room picture window, she notice Frank was peeking through the vertical blinds. "What a dog, she thought," as she walked into the house.

Frank: "So your friend had to leave? Too bad."

Sara: "Don't worry. We're going to go running next Saturday. You can ogle her then. I'm going upstairs to shower."

Sara began walking up the stairs, adding a subtle wiggle to entice her husband and break his concentration on Heather. Apparently it worked because he heard Frank moving from the living room. Sara pretended not to notice and quickly moved down the hallway toward the master bedroom. As she opened the door, she felt two strong hands grip her arms. Without grace or grace or dignity, Sara was shoved onto the bed. Frank backed up to shut and lock the door. Sara looked up as Frank advanced on her, slowing only to pull off his sweat pants revealing a very hard and angry looking cock. Sara looked up appreciatively. She didn't care that it was Heather that turned Frank on. After watching Heather's ass bounce seductively for 20 minutes, Sara was primed for some animal love.

Frank grabbed Sara's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Deftly, he pulled off her gym shorts and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. With one persuasive push, he buried his cock into Sara waiting pussy. Frank was not being delicate or restrained. He pounded Sara while asking questions about Heather and telling Sara what a slut she is and how she was going to be subservient to him from now on.

Sara was quickly approaching an orgasm from the thought of having both a master and a mistress. She tried to think of other things to hold back from the edge, but she was not succeeding. She imagined the punishments and pain in store for her at Mistress Heather's hand and even remembered back to the ice cubes on her clit, but she only got hotter. Finally she tried to fake a loud orgasm hoping that would pop Frank off. Unfortunately her vocalizations only seemed to spur Frank on. He grabbed her legs and rolled her on her side. He remounted her almost in a doggie style position, but she was on the bed and he was still standing on the floor. Holding her legs together put more pressure on his cock as he pounded her pussy. Frank knew the increased friction on the head of his penis would get him off quickly. He could already tell the head was becoming very sensitive. What Frank didn't know was this position also meant his cock was hitting different nerves inside of Sara and was driving her wild. Within a minute, her moans of desire were not fake and Sara experienced a whole body climax leaving her quivering on the bed.

Enjoying his results of his prowess, Frank could hold back. He pulled out of Sara while grabbing her neck and pulling her head toward his cock. He wanted to shoot in her mouth, but he didn't quite get her there before he unleashed a torrent of cum. The first few blasts connected on Sara's neck and chin before he was able to grab the back of Sara's head and force her mouth over his cock.

Frank held Sara's head tightly over his cock while he finished draining his balls and Sara continued quaking beneath him. When he finished, he pushed Sara back down and walked into the bathroom to clean up. Sara lay on the bed trying to recover. She knew in his mind Frank was really fucking Heather, but she didn't care. If that was the kind of monster Frank could be in bed, Sara was more than willing to have him thinking about another woman.

Frank returned from the bathroom to find Sara prone on the bed and fingering her clit. He threw a towel at her and told her to get cleaned up. Sara looked up at him, but her eyes were lost in lust. The fingers of her right hand were flying across her clit while two fingers from her left were plunging into her ripe pussy. Frank had to admit, she looked great. With cum dripping down her face and masturbating like a wild woman, she looked like a porn star.

Frank: "Can't get enough, huh. Maybe I should invite some of my golfing buddies over to take care of you?"

Sara thought back to Jim Anderson plundering her ass and wanted to tell Frank that was a good idea. Visions of her early submissive experiences flooded her mind and she arched her back as another wave of orgasmic bliss built up.

Frank: "You seem to like that idea. Have you always been this much of a slut or is it new?"

Sara heard Franks question but was not in the mental state to answer. Her only ability right now was to orgasm.

Frank: "I think we are going to have some fun with your new position. I've always wanted to see you with another man and I have no doubt you can convince Heather to join us."

Sara thought about how right Heather was about Frank. Before last night they had never talked about breaking their wedding vows of monogamy and now Frank was telling her he was going to share her with both men and women.

This new development pushed Sara over the edge. She began an orgasm even stronger than the last, rocking back and forth on the bed. The strength even shocked Frank who had never seen a woman that consumed with pleasure. Sara was shaking as if having a seizure and Frank even became concerned for a moment. Eventually Sara calmed down and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep. Being a loving husband, Frank slid her around to the pillows and pulled a blanked over her body.

Sara slept the sleep of someone truly satisfied. In fact it was mid-afternoon before she woke up. Sara awakened refreshed and happy with life. The rest of weekend flew by, Sara buoyed by the anticipation of going to the gym on Monday. Sara hoped Heather would be there just like last Friday. If not, perhaps Carey and Jill would have another adventure for her. Frank did not explicitly make any references to either Friday night or Saturday morning, but when they did make love Sunday night he was more aggressive and definitely in control. Sara struggled, but was able to hold back her orgasm, choosing instead to fake her release.

As Monday dawned, Frank headed to work and the kids went to school. Sara primped for the gym, shaving her legs and pussy and even daring to masturbate, although not to satisfaction. On the way to the gym, she stopped at The Vault and returned the DVD she had rented. Sara thought about picking out another title, but she didn't want to be late for her workout. There were two people in line in front of her, so she scanned the store again while waiting. Several items caught her eye and she wished she had more time to explore the store. As she approached the counter, she was greeted warmly by Mandy who obviously remembered her. They engaged in small talk as Mandy queried Sara about whether she enjoyed the movie and if she was interested in anything else. Mandy was openly flirting with Sara and indicated she would give Sara free tokens for the video booth if she wanted to watch another movie. Sara wondered if Mandy's offer was just for her or for the two of them, but she demurred saying she had to get to the gym. Sara wanted to stay. Watching a dirty movie would certainly be more exciting than exercising, but that was not part of today's plan. Sara made a mental note to schedule some free time to visit The Vault again and take Mandy up on her offer and headed back to her car. Sara arrived at the gym right on time and was warmly greeted by Jill, who was heading out the door.

Jill: "Hi slut. I can't play today, but I'm looking forward to having you at my next party."

Sara: "Hello Jill. Nice to see you again. I'd love to come to your party, but you must ask my mistress if it is ok."

Sara walked into the door and was immediately met by Carey coming out of her office.

Carey: "Hi Sara. Thank you for being on time."

Once again she was dressed in her bodybuilding competition clothing leaving nothing to the imagination. Sara undertook to not show any emotion, but she was pleased to see so much of Carey's body again. She hoped Carey would want to work out naked again.

Carey: "I've designed a workout routine for you. It will be hard, but I'm sure you will like the results.

Sara: "Thanks Carey. Let's get to it."

Sara was disappointed as Carey walked her through the workout. Carey made no sexual moves whatsoever. She explained Sara was going to do cardio on Mondays and Fridays with strength training on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Wednesday's cardio would be up to Heather to provide and she recommended taking Saturdays and Sundays off. Sara explained that she and Heather were planning to run on Saturdays and Carey told her not to worry. She would talk to Heather and get that changed. Sara debated telling Carey the real reason Heather came over on Saturday, but decided against it. She didn't know Carey very well and didn't want to risk her becoming jealous.

Carey had Sara work a fairly standard cardio program. She used an elliptical, a treadmill and a rower. Carey had Sara work at different speeds to continually cycle her heart rate up and down with short rest breaks. While Sara exercised, Carey busied herself with her workout. At 1pm, Carey told Sara to hit the showers and then head into the massage room. Sara jumped for joy, at least inside, and headed to the shower full of anticipation. Sara quickly showered and headed to the massage room hoping for a repeat of last Friday. She didn't bother covering herself with a towel and laid face down on the massage table.

Sara heard Carey come into the room and felt her hand squeezing her asscheek.

Carey: "Sorry to disappoint you, but you're only getting a massage today. Mistress' order."

Carey began working on Sara and although the massage was not sexual in nature, Sara reveled in Carey's touch. She certainly was an expert as deep tissue massage and Sara felt just as relaxed as she was last week. Sara longed to fall asleep again and wake strapped to the table, but thinking about a repeat performance kept her awake.




Sara's Training Ch. 06



After about 20 minutes, Carey gave Sara a swat on the butt and told her she was done and to go home. Sara turned over, trying to look as seductive as possible, but it was clear by the look on Carey's face that today's session was over.

Sara headed home tired, but feeling great. Tuesday was a repeat operation, although this time Sara lifted weights until her muscles burned. Carey repeated her massage and once again neglected Sara obviously heated pussy. Sara was hoping either Carey or Jill would force her to service them, but her time at the gym was 100% professional. Sara was beginning to see the dedication Carey brought to her own workout and had no doubt she would soon be seeing great results.

Sara slept well Tuesday night and woke with great expectation Wednesday. She didn't know what Mistress Heather had planned for her, but she was sure satisfaction would be involved. After Frank and the kids left the house, Sara prepared herself and headed for Mistress Heather's house. Exactly at 9am Sara found herself on her knees, holding her breasts for presentation in Mistress Heather's garage. The anticipation built as Sara heard movement inside the house. Sara hoped Stephanie was here today, her pussy beginning to juice at the thought of serving both women.

Mistress Heather opened the door and smiled at the vision before her.

Mistress Heather: "Hello pet. Ready to play?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. Come inside to the family room and lose your clothes."

Sara hurriedly walked into the house while starting to unbutton her blouse and trying to unzip her skirt as she moved. Sara's breasts were hanging out as she half walked, half hopped into the family room. Sara looked up to see a woman about her age, impeccably dressed sitting on the couch. Stephanie was dressed in a classic maid's outfit and was serving her a glass of orange juice. The woman didn't speak, but her presence made Sara slow down while looking for further guidance.

Mistress Heather: "Did you forget my order?"

Sara: "No mam."

Sara continued stripping not knowing what was happening. It took less than a minute for Sara to be naked. She took a position back on her knees presenting herself just like she had in the garage.

Mistress Heather: "That's more like it."

Mistress Heather took a glass of orange juice from Stephanie and continued a conversation with the mystery woman. Sara tried to focus her gaze exclusively on Mistress Heather feet, but felt compelled to sneak peeks at the other woman as often as she dared. 

Mistress Heather: "I told you she would be curious."

Sara felt shame at being caught, her desires completely transparent to her mistress.

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie, be a dear and fetch Sara's toys."

Stephanie teetered out of the room on her very high heels as Sara wondered just which toys she would bring. Sara made sure to keep looking down submissively, but the fire raging within her was anything but ladylike. In her mind, Sara pictured Stephanie returning with a tray of vibrators, each one a different size, along with strap-ons for her mistress and friend. Perhaps a riding crop to break her spirit or a paddle to warm her ass.

Stephanie returned carrying her silver tray, but out of the corner of her eye, Sara could not see anything on it. Stephanie stopped in front of their mistress and bent forward bestowing the unknown contents to Heather. Sara saw her mistress' feet flex as she rose in front of her possession. Sara still could not make out what her mistress held as Heather moved behind her. Heather gently pulled Sara's hair back and slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes. Sara's world was plunged into darkness.

Mistress Heather: "Rise slave. I have a simple task for you."

Sara hastily stood up trying to guess what joyful task her mistress would have her perform. Certainly it would involve the other woman and Sara looked forward to licking her pussy.

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie, please escort the fair Sara into position."

Sara heard Stephanie's heels approach and a hand taking her arm. Sara was lead out of the family room, apparently toward the kitchen. Sara felt Stephanie stop and then heard a sliding door open. Sara was ushered outside to a cool spring morning, a slight breeze evaporating the morning dew off her pussy and teasing her erect nipples. Sara sensed she was being led to the edge of the deck where Stephanie pushed her slightly indicating she should sit down. Sara felt the shape of a chaise lounge chair and swung her legs up and placed her arms on the armrests. Being out of the breeze, Sara began to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. Although the morning was still cool, the sun on her skin felt wonderful. Sara felt Stephanie caress her arm and then her leg. Sara spread her legs in an obvious invitation for Stephanie to take the next step. Alas, Stephanie was far too disciplined to give Sara any satisfaction. Instead Sara felt a soft leather strap being attached to her leg. Without resistance, Sara allowed Stephanie to similarly attach straps to her other leg and both wrists. Sara was now secured naked on the deck unable to see who was approaching.

Sara heard Stephanie return to the house and several minutes later heard two sets of footsteps approach.

Mistress Heather: "As you can see, my pet here is wonderfully submissive. The first time I had the pleasure of her company, she was similarly spread and blindfolded, but she was in her own bed wearing her wedding dress. She was quite a sight and I fell in love with her right there and then."

The other person, Sara assumed it was the woman from the family room, did not speak.

Mistress Heather: "Now Sara, I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. I'm having a lawn crew in this morning to do the spring cleanup. They might be a little noisy so I'm going to lend you my noise canceling headphones. I've also got a great CD of white noise. It's funny, soon you will not even hear it, but when the CD repeats and there is a few seconds where it isn't playing, you will be amazed by its absence."

Sara shook her head as her mistress tried to fit the headphones over her ears. Heather quickly grabbed her right nipple and gave it a savage twist.

Mistress Heather: "Do you think you can resist me, slut?"

Sara shook her head.

Mistress Heather: "These headphones are going on even if I have to rip your nipples off. I also think you should be punished now."

Sara wondered what form of punishment her disobedience merited, so she held her head still and resisted no more. The headphones completely covered her ears, although she could still hear very well.

Mistress Heather: "Go inside and ask Stephanie to bring a jalapeno, a knife and two rubber gloves."

Sara heard footsteps walking away.

Mistress Heather: "Perhaps this will teach you to accept your fate without resisting."

Sara felt her mistress begin teasing her nipples and her clit. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess where the pepper juice was going to be applied. Sara began pleading with Mistress Heather not to apply the juice, promising to be a better slave and to pleasure her anyway she saw fit.

Mistress Heather: "But this will pleasure me. Besides, what lesson will you learn if I just let you lick my pussy?"

All of a sudden, the world went quite. Heather had switched on the headphones and the CD player. All Sara could hear was the simulated sound of water crashing on the seashore. Shortly after, her mistress' teasing of her naughty bits stopped. Sara could only imagine what was to come.

Without ceremony, Sara felt a rubber encased finger ease its way into her pussy. Her hips rotated of their own volition as Sara tried to arch her hips toward her mistress. The finger became more persistent and was unrelenting in its task. A second hand alternated between Sara's breasts and her clit. Sara knew her mistress was in complete control, but she could no more control her lust as stop breathing. She also knew an orgasm was not in the cards, at least not yet, but she gladly took what pleasure she could. Sara imagined her mistress, Stephanie and the mystery woman laughing at her predicament, staring down at the restrained woman, desperate to cum. Sara alternated between moaning and begging for her liberation. 

Without ceremony, the finger was removed and the teasing ceased. Sara knew what was next and rocked her body back and forth while she begged for mercy. She hoped her show of anguish would garner her mistress' sympathy, but in her heart, she knew it wouldn't. The next sensation Sara felt were two hands giving her right breast a strong squeeze forcing her nipple to pop upward. Immediately Sara stop struggling, resigned to her fate.

Sara felt a single drop across the crown of her nipple. The process was repeated on her other breast and two drops were applied to her clit. She then felt a ball gag being forced into her mouth. Although Sara hated being gagged, she knew she guessed she be howling in short order and at least if she was gagged, she wouldn't be heard by the neighbors. Blind, deaf and unable to vocalize any disagreement, Sara felt the chaise tip backward and start to roll. She wasn't moved far and she tried to picture in her mind where on the deck she was now located. The chaise moved back to level and nothing happened. Nobody touched her, her pussy was still begging and Sara had no way to know if anybody was still on the deck.

Alone with her thoughts and fantasies, the pepper juice began to irritate her most sensitive areas. At first the juice caused a burning sensation, but that soon passed and left Sara with an overwhelming need to rub her nipples and clit. Her naughty bits itched in a most stimulating way. Subconsciously Sara began rocking back and forth as if she were being fucked by an unseen suitor. From time to time, Sara felt the gloved hand squeeze her nipples and more jalapeno juice drip onto them. Strangely, Sara clit did not meet the same fate after the first application. Sara would briefly take note of that fact each time her nipples began to burn, but would soon be so consumed by the sensations, her clit was no longer a concern. Sara soon lost all track of time, overcome by her desire to rub her nipples and satisfy her dripping pussy.

True to her mistress' warning, the CD suddenly reached its end. Almost immediately, Sara went rigid as the world around her returned. The noise canceling headphones muted the ambient noise, but Sara could still hear the muffled laughter of several people and noted at least one hushed conversation, although she could not make out what was being said. Suddenly the white noise returned, as the CD restarted, and once again Sara was left without any senses active beyond touch. Sara tried to picture in her mind how many people were laughing and their gender. Certainly three woman were present as she was strapped to the chaise, but a lower pitched laugh indicated at least once man was now present. Sara didn't think her mistress' husband would be home during the day, so she made the assumption that the lawn crew had shown up.

As Sara's mind worked on the possibilities, the gloved hand returned and another dose of pepper juice was applied to Sara's nipples. Now somewhat accustomed to the cycle of burn and itch, Sara gave little reaction until a finger began tracing the outside of her labia. Instinctively Sara arched her hips in an effort to capture the finger within her folds. She imagined several gardeners gathered around watching her mistress work her into a fever pitch. This picture drove Sara wild with desire. Had her mouth not been occupied with the gag, Sara would have begged for a gangbang right on the patio.

The intruding finger continued to tease Sara, careful not to initiate too much pleasure, but instead provide the optimal arousal. Sara continued to arch her hips while pleading through the ball gag for release. About the time the itching on her breasts began to wind down, Sara now able to guess when the next dosage would be administered, the gloved hand withdrew from Sara's pussy. Sara felt a finger run across her upper lip as her own juice was spread under her nose. "How much more of this can I take?" Sara thought.

Once again Sara's breasts were squeezed causing her nipples to pop out further, but this time Sara immediately noticed the hands were rough and calloused instead on encased in leather. Evidently Mistress Heather was going to let the gardeners play a more active roll. Sara felt the scrape of a stubbly beard brush her skin as a tongue began to flick across her swollen left nipple. The man did not smell good and his technique left much to be desired, but at least the pepper juice would be licked clean. Next Sara felt two hands running up her legs from her feet to her waist and back down again. Over and over, but never onto her pussy. Again and again Sara arched her butt skyward in an obvious invitation for the man to go further, but no relief to her suffering was offered. Sara imagined these gardeners had probably seen a lot and their moderation now would obviously be rewarded at a future time.

In sync with the CD finishing again, the hands withdrew as did the tongue working her nipples. Instead of starting the CD again, Sara felt the headphones being removed and the gag being unbuckled. Sara strained to place any noises her heard, but apart from a distant lawn mower and perhaps some trimming sheers, Sara didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. The first words spoken to her were from her mistress.

Mistress Heather: "I hope I can count on you to obey my commands without question from here on out, slave. I would have much preferred to be enjoying your special talents all morning instead of having to punish you."

Sara: "Yes mistress. I will try to be better."

Mistress Heather: "You had better do more than try. Several times your struggles so turned-on my guest that Stephanie had to service her. I think you owe her more than a little debt of gratitude."

Sara: "Of course mistress. I'm happy to pay her back for her services."

Mistress Heather: "We can worry about that later. I've got plans for you this afternoon and we need to get you cleaned up. You've sweated yourself into quite a little mess out here.

Before she could respond, Sara's body was rocked with several buckets of very cold water crashing over her. Any arousal she felt was instantly washed away and replaced with shivers and tears. Soon after, Sara felt the straps holding her to the chaise being unwrapped and hand guiding her to stand. She felt herself lead across the patio and into the house. As they reached the stairs, the blindfold was removed and Sara was instructed to walk to the master bedroom. Still shivering, Sara climbed the stairs wondering what new adventure her mistress had planned for her.

Sara expected to find herself bound to her mistress' bed, however she was greeted at the door by the mystery woman who told her to sit at her mistress' dressing table. A large, well lit mirror dominated the wall in front of a table with enough cosmetics for a model to be prepared for a photo shoot. The mystery woman introduced herself as Nicole, Heather's personal stylist.

Nicole: "Your mistress asked me to give you a little makeover today. Nothing to extreme and nothing permanent, just a little fun for this afternoon."

Sara: "OK, do as my mistress desires."

Nicole: "Oh, I will. I prefer to work on my patients unrestrained. You are not going to cause any trouble will you?"

Sara: "No man. No trouble."

Nicole: "Great. Let's begin. You are going to start coming to me for your haircuts and color, but today we're just doing styling."

Nicole went to work drying and shaping Sara's wet hair. Along the way an excessive, at least to Sara, amount of hairspray was added along with far too much teasing. Sara watched as her hair grew outward in a way which would make an 80's hair band proud and reminded her of how Heather looked last Saturday. Sara sat quietly not wanting to interfere in her recreation.

Nicole made quick work of her hair, instructing Sara to simply wash it later and it would deflate back to normal. Nicole then spun the chair around and went to work on Sara's makeup. Shielded from seeing the unfinished product as Nicole worked her magic, Sara felt generous amounts of blush, eye shadow and lipstick being applied. Knowing that Nicole was using much more cosmetics that Sara ever would use on her self intrigued her. Combined with the ratted out hair, Sara knew she would be quite a sight. Nicole was quick and efficient in her efforts as only a makeup professional can be. Within minutes, Sara's chair was spun back around to face the mirror. 

Walking into the room after the bucket treatment, Sara looked like a drowned rat. Within a matter of 20 minutes, she had been transformed into classic heavy metal bimbo. Sara thought to herself if there was a hood of a car handy, she could be in a Whitesnake video.

Nicole: "Well what do you think?"

Sara: "Honestly, I hate it. I never made myself up like this. I look like a tramp."

Nicole: "And?"

Sara: "And, if this is what my mistress wants, then this is what my mistress shall get."

Nicole: "Good. I like your attitude. The hair and makeup were step one. Can I assume you know how to dress yourself?"

Sara: "Yes mam. What does my mistress want me to wear?"

Nicole: "I'm not sure, but I do know there is a box on the bed with your name on it and a pair of boots next to the bed. Get dressed and meet us back on the patio.

Nicole walked out of the room leaving Sara to explore the contents of the box herself.

Sara looked at the boots lying on the floor. They were leather, of course, Sara thought, with what looked like about a 4 inch heel. They were also thigh high. Sara had never worn a pair of boots like these and was excited to be doing so today. Sara wondered what clothes in the box would match these wonderful boots and what her mistress had in store for her this afternoon. Sara reached for the box and was less excited about what she found.

Her mistress had previously told her she liked Sara to dress as a "secret" slut, which is professional on the outside with racy lingerie underneath. This outfit did not match that description. The same black leather pushup bra with nipple cutouts Sara had worn before was present as was a leather garter belt and fishnet stockings, but there were no panties. Sara quickly put on the bra, her nipples instantly coming to attention. Sara loved the look and feel of the bra. The lift and separate nature of the garment gave Sara the busty look she wished she had naturally. Sara ran her fingers over her erect nipples luxuriating in the feel she had been dreaming of since being bound on the patio.

Sara plucked her hands away from her nipples and returned to the box. Picking up the garter belt, she slipped it around her waist. The leather was thicker than her regular garter belts, but she cherished the feel and the smell. She knew from experience the leather bouquet would strengthen as it grew warmer from her body heat. The stocking clips lay smoothly on her legs about half way down her thigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sara slid the first stocking up her left leg. She was thankful she had shaved her legs that morning as the stocking slide easily into place. Sara repeated the process with the second stocking and again moved in front of the mirror. Sara had always hated fishnets. She had always believed they looked too trashy and reminded her of a prostitute. In the past, she had worn them to a costume party, but she had been very uncomfortable.

Looking in the mirror, however, she began to change her mind. Not that the stocking were not appropriate for a prostitute, but with the leather bra and garter, the stockings seemed fitting. Heading back to the box, Sara now reached for a black leather skirt, or really a large belt, Sara thought. Wrapping the skirt around hips, it was short, very short, coming just above the tops of the garter snaps. It was also tight. Obviously her mistress knew her size very well. Sara struggled to snap the skirt into place. It fit her like a second skin. Looking at the mirror while twirling, Sara was very concerned about being in public due to the length, but was certainly pleased with how tight her butt looked. She knew the cellulite of middle age had taken its toll on her rear end, but certainly this micro-mini skirt held everything tight.




Sara's Training Ch. 07



Heather went home to prepare for Sara and Frank's arrival. She didn't want to give them much time to think about their situation. She knew Sara's heart and was confident, if push came to shove, Sara would choose her over Frank.

Frank was a little bit more of a wildcard. Obviously he wanted to fuck her, but Heather was not 100% confident he was willing to give up control and share his wife's affections in order to do it. Heather had been working on a new plan during the drive home. She now had to work fast to implement it.

The first step was to call Stephanie and tell her to get her cute little ass back over to the house. Heather and her husband had used Stephanie last night and worn the poor girl out, but Heather needed her again. The second step was a change of clothes. Although she loved how the corset looked, it was not comfortable for lounging about the house. Instead Heather chose a black latex catsuit. The tricky part was putting it on without help. Heather first stripped off the corset and then applied a liberal amount of talcum powder to her body. Her normally tan skin was now pasty white like somebody who stayed inside all winter. She loved the feel of this catsuit. It hugged every curve of her body and accentuated all the right parts. It provided plenty of support for her breasts while giving her nipples a wonderful amount of friction.

Heather sat at her dressing table and inched her legs into the suit. Slowly, ever so slowly, she inched the suit higher and higher taking care to smooth out every wrinkle. Once the catsuit had reached her waist, Heather had to move to her bed. She knew from experience that this was the most difficult part of dressing herself. Lying on her back and raising her legs in the air, Heather had to bend her legs down almost to her chest to create enough slack in the garment to slip her arms into position. Once done, she rocked her body back upright and the catsuit slipped into place. Heather then went to the closet and picked out a matching pair of fuck me stilettos. The high heels tightened her calves and ass, both of which looked magnificent encased in latex. Heather looked at herself in the mirror and used both her hands to cup her breasts and rub her nipples.

"Damn, I look good," she thought.

Heather was lost in thought until her concentration was broken by the doorbell. Stephanie must have made very good time. Heather walked down the stairs as quickly as her heels would safely allow. She bypassed the front door and went directly to the garage entrance. Sitting on her heels presenting herself was the lovely Stephanie. Heather thanked her for coming so quickly and briefed her on her plan as they made their way downstairs. Heather dispensed with the normal formalities of their mistress / slave relationship, focusing instead on preparing Stephanie. Moving into Heather's bondage playroom, she took Stephanie's leather French maid's costume out of the closet. She also took a vinyl version she intended to put on Sara.

Mistress Heather: "Sara and her husband will likely be here at noon. It is our job to convince Frank that he has something to gain by letting us borrow Sara. He knows about my relationship with her. At least he knows we have a relationship. He doesn't know the extent of our activities or how much of a little slut she is."

Stephanie nodded that she understood.

Mistress Heather: "I want you to wait down here. When they arrive, I will send Sara to you while I take Frank into the family room. Get her dressed and tell her to wait by the top of the stairs until I call for her. You are then to come to the family room. Ask Frank if he would like a drink. Be sure to bend over and give him a good view of your cleavage. I will be sitting with him having a forthright conversation with him about our lifestyle. Based on his actions this morning, I don't think he will be any trouble for Sara, but I want to be sure. I certainly don't want to break up their marriage."

Stephanie: "I understand my mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Depending on how thing go, I may ask you to service him. I let him think he was going to fuck me this morning, but instead I just jerked him off onto Sara's face. I want him to understand that if he gives me access to Sara, he will be rewarded with access to me, you and perhaps others. Do you understand?"

Stephanie: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. If they are coming, they should be her in about 10 minutes. I'm going upstairs to wait. You look great, by the way."

Stephanie smiled at the complement. Her mistress always treated her better when she was helping dominate someone else. Stephanie watched Heather climb the stairs, very appreciative of the way her catsuit hugged her buttocks. Once she was gone, Stephanie began pacing around the playroom, anxious for the games to begin.

Across town, Frank and Sara had a very candid and soul searching conversation. Frank was not thrilled about learning that Sara had been seeing Heather on the side. Certainly he entertained the same lusts, but he was confused by Sara giving herself to a woman. He had never known her to express any lesbian tendencies and wondered what else she had been hiding. Frank had been all for having a three-way with Sara's hot friend, but now that Sara seemed more interested in a two-way; Heather did not hold the quite same appeal for him. Sara calmly explained how her relationship with Heather began. She left out the most sordid details focusing on how she was seduced and how quickly she became addicted to the thrill of elicit sex. Sara explained that she didn't want to give Heather up, although she would if Frank wanted her to do so.

Frank's confusion was apparent. Sara had been a hellcat in bed lately. Putting two and two together, he traced her conversion to shortly after she claimed his boss' wife seduced her. How could he face his boss knowing his wife had serviced Jim's wife. Sara assured him that everything the group did was natural and there was no jealousy. Once he was welcomed into the group, he would be treated as a trusted member, not has the husband of a slave.

All the details were too much for Frank to absorb. He didn't want to deal with the consequences. He was ready to divorce Sara and he definitely didn't want to go to Heather's house.

Sara: "Please honey, I love you."

Sara begged for forgiveness and then tried an appeal to Frank's inner horndog.

Sara: "I know you were hot for Heather. So was I. But I was weak and gave into temptation. Do you know what I found? I found myself. I've never been as sexually satisfied as I have been these past several months. I want to share that with you. I want to serve you and I want you to be served. Heather can arrange for any sexual fantasy you have to come true. You want to fuck someone who looks like a porn star? Heather will fuck you, I know she will. You want to have 5 women fighting over your cock? She can make that happen with the snap of her fingers. All you need to do is come with me to her house and let her show you the ropes, as it were."

Frank: "I love you too, Sara. But I'm just not sure."

Sara: "Any sexual fantasy you've had since puberty was just put into play. You had the most powerful orgasm I've ever seen you have this morning. What's not to be sure about?"

Frank: "I don't want to give up control."

Sara: "I know. Don't worry. Heather will not force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm sure you'll love it."

Frank: "Ok, honey. For you we'll go, but don't count on staying too long."

Sara beamed in appreciation and gave Frank a passionate kiss.

Upstairs in the family room, Heather was pacing just like Stephanie was downstairs. She hoped she had not overplayed her hand in confronting Frank. She was confident they would arrive shortly, but if she was wrong, it was too late to find and train a new slave for the Vegas trip now just two months away. Nervously Heather kept looking at her watch as the minutes ticked away...

At 11:59, the doorbell range. A wave of relief washed over Heather. Now she just had to close the sale with Frank and they were home free. Heather walked over to the door and peaked through the peephole. Frank was standing on the stoop alone. So far, so good. He had either let Sara head to the garage or came alone. Either way, Heather knew she could handle the situation.

Confidently Heather opened the door. Being sure to give Frank a big smile deserving of a friend not an adversary, Heather welcomed Frank into the house.

Frank: "I just want you to know, I am very uncomfortable about being here. But Sara really wanted me to come and talk to you some more, so I'm trying to keep an open mind."

Frank sounded like he had rehearsed that line over and over. His eyes examining every inch of Heather's latex encased body while he said it gave him away.

Heather: "I understand. I hit you with a lot this morning. Come in to the family room and we can discuss things like adults."

Heather turned and led Frank through the foyer to the large family room. Frank's attention was totally focused on Heather's ass, so wonderfully displayed by the catsuit. Frank felt his resistance beginning to drop once more. This may be the end of his marriage, he thought, but he would be going out with a smile on his face.

Heather: "Have a seat Frank. I need to attend to your wife for a few moments. My servant Stephanie will be here shortly. If you would like a drink or a snack, she would be happy to attend to your needs."

Frank: "Thank you Heather. You know how to make someone feel welcome."

Heather chuckled to herself. He had no idea just how welcome they were going to make him. Heather turned and headed to the garage. Sara was in position on her knees cupping her breasts, but she was also sobbing.

Mistress Heather: "What's wrong my special friend?"

Sara: "I'm scared this is not going to go well."

Mistress Heather: "You just leave everything to me. Arrangements have been made and you have nothing to worry about. Don't you trust me?"

Sara: "Of course I do. I just don't want Frank to leave me."

Mistress Heather: "Give me an hour. He'll be hooked. Now I want you to head downstairs to the playroom. Stephanie has your outfit. She is going to come upstairs and entertain Frank while you are getting dressed. When you are done, come to the top of the stairs, but wait until I call you. Do you understand?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. Now go."

Sara walked inside while Heather shook her head and mumbled "amateurs" under her breath. Heather then returned to the family room. Sitting down next to Frank, Heather looked him straight in the eyes and began to make her case.

Heather: "Frank, I know you love your wife and I don't want to be responsible for the two of you splitting up. I have certain sexual needs which mesh very well with some of your wife's needs. From what she has told me, some of your needs, which have not been being met, also match up well with the two of us."

Frank was listening intently trying not to be distracted by the gorgeous creature sitting next to him.

Heather: "I am very willing to add you to our little group if you like. We have a number of like minded individuals and couples who enjoy the dominance and submission lifestyle. There is no jealousy, just pleasure. Ok, there is some pain, but only for the people who get off on that sort of thing."

As Heather laid out the structure of the group, Stephanie emerged from the basement. Frank noticed immediately and followed the young girl with his eyes as she walked into the room and eventually stood in front of Heather.

Heather: "Frank, may I present my maid, Stephanie. We found each other last year when I hired her to do some housework. She's a sophomore at Northwestern."

Frank was impressed. Obviously this woman was smart if she was a student at Northwestern, yet here she was in a tantalizing maid's outfit ready to serve. Perhaps "normal" people really did enjoy these sexual activities.

Stephanie: "Nice to meet you Frank. Is there anything I can get for you?"

Frank resisted the urge to make a crass joke.

Frank: "Yes. A glass of ice water would be great."

Stephanie: "Right away sir."

Stephanie turned toward the kitchen and walked out of the room. Frank finally spoke to Heather for the first time since greeting her.

Frank: "I like that she called me sir."

Heather: "Stephanie is a wonderful girl. Her parents were very lenient on her growing up. She discovered she needed more structure in her life. I give her that structure. She's here a couple of days a week between classes to take care of me and the house. Would you like if Sara called you sir all the time?"

Frank: "That would be weird, but I think I would."

Heather: "Sara has a deep seated need to serve others. I sensed that when I first met her. She was easy to seduce as she hadn't been getting fulfillment from your lovemaking."

Frank: "I had no clue. I thought things were fine."

Heather: "You said you noticed a change in her bedroom behavior. It was for the better I assume."

Frank: "Yes, I think you can say that."

Heather: "Now that you know about her needs, just be more forceful in what you demand of her and I think you will like the results. That doesn't give you a license to hurt her, however. With power comes responsibility."

Frank: "I see where you are coming from. How do you fit into the equation?"

Stephanie returned with a silver tray holding Frank's glass. Bending down to serve him, Stephanie made sure he got an eyeful of her cleavage. 

Heather: "Thank you Stephanie. That ice water looks refreshing. Please fetch me a cup."

Stephanie: "Yes mistress."

Heather: "You see Frank, being the top of any organization has its privileges. You and Sara can walk out right now and try to find your way with the revelations you have learned about each other's needs. Or you can stay and learn some new tricks. I have many more things to teach Sara about her submission. In return, I get the satisfaction having a wonderful slave can bring. I want to keep Sara in the group. She has come a long way in a short time and brings me great pleasure. In return, I will teach her things which will make your sex life better. Believe me, I can teach her to get you off better than you can imagine. I will also make sure your needs are being met. I have not met a man yet who didn't want a steady diet of hot women servicing his cock. Am I right?"

Frank: "You are certainly right about guys liking hot women servicing their cocks."

Stephanie returned carrying Heather's drink. Once again she bent forward to deliver the glass giving Frank another chance to observe her cleavage.

Heather: "I noticed you staring at her tits Frank."

Frank looked like a kid caught stealing candy.

Heather: "Don't worry, they are very nice. Stephanie has a bit of a thing for older men. She is especially popular with her professors. If I told her to, she would drop to her knees right now and suck your cock."

Frank: "Are you serious?"

Heather: "She does anything and anyone I say."

Frank: "I don't believe you."

Heather: "Are you willing to let me keep playing with Sara?"

Frank: "Um, ah, I guess."

Heather: "Are you sure? Remember I will be in charge."

Frank: "Yes. Let's give it a try."

Heather: "Yes, what?"

Frank: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "You will not regret your choice. Steph, if you would be so kind, strip off his pants and get him nice and hard. Frank is going to show us if he meets our standards of cockworthyness."

Frank watched as Stephanie dropped to her knees without hesitation. She effortlessly grabbed his belt and undid the buckle. Within a flash, his pants were around his ankles. Stephanie held his feet and slipped of his shoes and then his pants. Next she pulled down his boxers. Less than a minute after agreeing to call Heather "mistress" his cock was hardening in a beautiful co-ed's mouth with promises of more to come.

Frank saw Heather walk out of the room and then returned his attention to the matter at hand, or more accurately the matter at mouth. Stephanie was an expert cock sucker. There was no doubt. He pictured her under a professor's desk slurping on squiring dick or getting pounded on top of a desk. He quickly was approaching another orgasm, one he did not want to have just yet. Twice was normally the limit for his daily output and he didn't want to miss fucking Heather again. 

Frank turned his head again when he heard the unmistakable sounds of high heels on the hardwood floors. His new mistress entered the room immediately followed by his wife. Or more accurately followed by someone who looked like his wife, but wasn't dressed like the woman he knew.

Sara's maid's outfit matched Stephanie's classic French design. However, it was made of very shinny vinyl and molded better to her body. To Frank, it looked cheaper than Stephanie's leather uniform, somehow more trashy. Sara also wore a white lace collar, cuffs and cap. She and Heather walked over to the otherwise occupied Frank and Stephanie.

Mistress Heather: "It looks like you and Stephanie are getting along. Sara, do you mind that Stephanie is blowing your husband."

Sara: "Not if it is pleasing you, mistress."

Mistress Heather: "The real question is if it is pleasing to Frank. How about it Frank, she's good isn't she?"

Frank: "God yes she's good. I'm about to cum."

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie stop."

Instantly Stephanie plopped Frank's cock out of her mouth, although she remained kneeling at his feet.

Frank: "What the hell?"

Mistress Heather: "I told you I was going to be in charge. No unauthorized orgasms. You have to fuck all three of us today and I don't want you messing that up. Steph, please get a ring."

Frank and Sara watched as Stephanie slid open a drawer in the corner table and picked up a small strap. It looked like a belt, but it was only about 5 inches long.

Mistress Heather: "Ok Steph, if you would be so kind, secure his balls and then his cock.

Frank didn't like the sound of that, but he was too horny not to see how things would play out. Stephanie knelt back in front of Frank and gave his cock several tugs to regain its maximum firmness. She then threaded the belt around Frank's balls and over the top of his penis. She tightened the strap until Frank yelled and pushed her head away.

Frank: "What the fuck are you doing?"

Mistress Heather: "She's following orders, Frank. I don't want you cumming until we are all satisfied. You wanted to be a stud in my group; you had better live up to your billing."

Frank watched as Stephanie went back into the drawer and pulled out a thin piece of elastic. Half in wonder, half in horror, he watched as Stephanie wrapped the elastic around the base of his penis. The elastic was basically a tourniquet.

Mistress Heather: "That will keep the blood in your cock until we have had our fill, so to speak. You will still have the urge to cum and your body will actually try to orgasm, but nothing is going to come out. Most men find it liberating. Some can't stand it."

Frank looked at his wife questioning what was happening. Sara just gave him a knowing smile and a reassuring look.

Mistress Heather: "Don't worry Frank. We don't bite, at least not much. Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Your lovely wife owes Stephanie a favor and today you're going to help her pay it back. Stephanie, why don't you remove your panties and show Frank just what a nice young pussy you have."

Stephanie slid her panties down from under her maid's skirt and stood in front of Frank. Lifting her skirt, she presented Frank with an up close and personal view of her private spot.

Mistress Heather: "Go ahead Frank, touch it. Stephanie has not had any children so she is still nice and tight. Do you remember when Sara was that tight?"




Sara's Training Ch. 07



Frank was smiling like a school boy exploring his first girlfriend while he gently felt up the youthful co-ed.

Frank: "Yes I remember Sara before we had kids. She was toned and very tight. She could make me cum just by massaging my dick with her pussy muscles."

Mistress Heather: "I'm sure she could. We're working on her fitness at the gym. She will soon be in better shape than she ever was before. I can't do much for her pussy. Once a woman has squeezed out a couple kids, things will never be the same. But I'm teaching her new tricks to compensate, some special exercises and alike. Go ahead and check the inside of Stephanie's pussy. Is it wet enough to fuck?"

Frank tried to push his index finger inside, but found resistance.

Frank: "She's still pretty dry. I don't think I can get inside without hurting her."

Mistress Heather: "We certainly don't want that. Stephanie, sit on the couch. Sara will prepare you."

Mistress Heather snapped her fingers and pointed at Stephanie. Immediately Sara dropped to her knees and crawled between her fellow slave's legs. Frank watched with rapt attention as Sara began to service Stephanie. Heather stood back taking in the scene. She knew that once Frank was suitably turned-on by watching his wife service others, he would be ready to agree to just about anything. Heather kneeled down in front of Frank and began stroking his cock.

Mistress Heather: "Your wife has become an accomplished pussy licker. She will have Stephanie ready for you very soon."

Heather continued slowly stroking Frank's cock while she encouraged him to watch the lesbian scene before him. Cooing softly, almost hypnotically, she compliment Sara's skills again and described the pleasures Frank was about to experience. Frank was breathing heavily. Heather could tell he was close to cumming, but she was not worried. The cock ring would keep him hard long enough to satisfy them all.

Mistress Heather: "How are you doing Stephanie? Ready for Frank's cock?"

Stephanie: "Sara is wonderful. I'm ready for him now. What position will please you?"

Mistress Heather: "Reverse cowgirl will be fine for starters."

Stephanie stood up and removed her skirt. Frank now got a clear view of her tight ass as Stephanie moved into position in front of his legs and started to squat down. Heather aimed Frank's cock forward slightly and brushed Stephanie's now damp pussy lips with the tip.

Mistress Heather: "Ready Frank for your first reward?"

Frank: "Yes... I mean yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good boy. Stephanie, you may proceed. You have permission to orgasm."

Stephanie's face beamed with glee and she slide onto Frank's pole. He was amazed how tight her teenage pussy was. He never remembered being inside such a tight pussy, even when he was a teenager. Stephanie had to take her time allowing her pussy to stretch and accommodate the intruder. This is one reason she preferred the company of women. Even though Frank was not above average in the cock size department, Stephanie had to make several starts and stops before she could finally take all of him. These slight variations in pressure were driving his oversensitive cock head crazy and as Stephanie bottomed out for the first time, Frank arched his hips and orgasmed. He shook and made the usual funny guy faces before he looked up in confusion. For the first time in his life, his orgasm did not release the pressure in his balls. He still felt full and ready for action.

Mistress Heather: "See what I meant Frank? If we had not taken precautions you would be done and we would be left unsatisfied."

Frank did not respond as Stephanie began to ride him. He never felt sensitivity in his dick like he was feeling right now. Normally a fairly quiet lover, Frank began moaning and panting like a pro.

Mistress Heather: "Sara, I want you to keep licking Stephanie's clit. You're not done paying her back yet."

Frank could not see what his wife was doing. His field of vision was primarily Stephanie's perfect ass bobbing up and down. He could tell by the change in Stephanie's sounds, however, that Sara was doing very well indeed. Sara bobbed her head up and down in time with Stephanie's gyrations and managed to keep her mouth plastered to Stephanie's pussy. She did her best to suck Stephanie's clit, but keeping a tight suction proved difficult. Eventually Sara resorted to just keeping her tongue still and let it rub Stephanie's clit as she bounced up and down.

Stephanie loved all the attention. Frank's cock was hitting all the right places and Sara's tongue felt great. Within short order, she began spasming. Frank felt the co-ed gush on his penis triggering another uncompleted orgasm in his loins. Stephanie screamed and grabbed Sara's head forcing it tight against her mound. Stephanie shook as Sara did her best to lick the juices dripping from her pussy. Stephanie stopped moving and just sat on Frank's cock.

Stephanie: "Thank you mistress. That was wonderful."

Mistress Heather: "Do you want another one? I'm sure Frank will not mind and Sara's not going anywhere."

Stephanie (out of breath): "Not right now, mistress. Maybe later?"

Mistress Heather: "We'll see how long Frank can hold out."

Stephanie stood up and dismounted Frank's cock. Moving over to a chair sitting next to the couch, Stephanie slumped down into a state of deep satisfaction. 

Mistress Heather: "OK Frank, it's my turn. Let's see just how much of a stud you are."

Heather reached to the bottom of the catsuit and pulled a zipper exposing her pussy and asshole. She rubbed her pussy getting her fingers nice and wet and then ran her fingers under Frank's nose.

Mistress Heather: "Get to know my scent Frank. Let's all retire to the basement playroom."

Heather took Frank's hand and led him to the stairs. Sara and Stephanie followed behind wondering what her mistress had planned. Frank was in awe of Heather's dungeon. He had never seen such a collection of sex toys, bondage equipment or erotic clothes. Heather walked over to a wall which had a gym mat attached to it and what looked like a chin-up bar about 6 feet off the ground. Turning her back to the wall, she unzipped the top of the catsuit, teasing Frank by slowly exposing her breasts.

Mistress Heather: "You want these don't you Frank?"

Frank nodded.

Mistress Heather: "Of course you do. All men want them. A nice set of boobs can take a woman far. Why don't you introduce yourself to them?"

Frank moved forward and began to suck Heather's nipples.

Mistress Heather: "That's nice. I love nipple play and so does your wife. I bet you would like it if your wife had tits like these, wouldn't you?"

Frank stopped his adoration and looked up.

Frank: "I've thought about it, but we can't afford it. Plus I didn't feel right about asking Sara to change her body that way."

Mistress Heather: "The cost can be taken care of. How about it Sara? Are you willing to get your boobs done to please your husband? To please me?"

Sara: "If that is your order mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Then it is settled. I'll make the appointment with my surgeon. I've referred many women to me. He owes me a favor. Frank get back to work."

Frank began licking and sucking Heather's nipples again. Heather held his head tight to her breasts with one hand while stroking his cock with her other. After a couple of minutes, Heather pulled his head up and squeezed his balls. Frank grimaced in pain. 

Mistress Heather: "I know, they're filling up. Don't worry, one down, two to go then you can shoot your load."

Sara, Stephanie and Frank watched as Sara reached up and grabbed the chin-up bar. Swinging forward, she wrapped her legs around Frank's waist and pulled him toward her.

Mistress Heather: "Don't be gentle, big boy. Show me what you've got. I want you to pound the shit out of me."

Frank pushed his cock forward skewering his new mistress in the process. Frank went balls deep on his first stroke. Heather gasped appreciatively and swung her pelvis forward to match his thrust. Heather let loose a string of foul language urging Frank to fuck her harder than he has ever fucked a woman before. She needed all of her upper body strength to hold the bar tight as Frank slammed her repeatedly into the wall.

Stephanie and Sara stood back in awe at the show of pure animal lust occurred in front of them. The sounds of passion echoed off the dungeon walls and soon the two maids were overcome with their own lusts fueled by the carnal exhibition. Sara was first and began to rub Stephanie's pussy. Stephanie turned her body to give Sara better access and to also allow her to reach into Sara's panties. Not surprising, Stephanie found a flood of Sara's juices. Both women kept rapt attention on their mistress as she took her pleasure from Frank's manhood.

Eventually Heather's arms tired and she told Frank to carry her over to a mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. She wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and kept her pussy glued to his cock. Frank struggled to support the weight, his body beginning to wear out from the day's activities, but he managed to carry his mistress to the mattress without dropping her. More importantly to Heather, he managed to carry her without taking his cock out of her pussy.

Now on her back, Heather raised her legs to his shoulders and once again began urging him to give her all he had. Frank responded in kind calling her a slut and a dirty whore. He pistoned his cock in and out of her body, her head rocking back and forth and her breasts jiggling mightily on her chest. Once again Frank's body reached the point of orgasm. He yelled in pain as the cock ring prevented his release. The sight and sound of Frank begging for liberation sent Heather over the edge. She came with a shriek while arching her back and grabbing Frank's neck to pull him down to her.

Sara and Stephanie looked at each other with an expression of amazement at what they had just witnessed. Both of them were dripping on each other's hands. Sara wanted to throw Stephanie to the ground and grind her pussy on her face, but thought better of that choice. She remembered that Frank was tasked with pleasuring all of them and she was obviously next.

After about a minute, Heather pushed Frank back off herself. Without so much as a thank you for a great fuck, she got up and walked over to Sara.

Mistress Heather: "Your hubby is pretty good, but we have to work on his stamina."

All three women looked at Frank who was still sprawled on the mattress. His cock was still hard, but his balls looked bloated and painful.

Mistress Heather: "I was going to have him fuck you too, but I don't think he can last much longer. If you want, you can release his cock ring."

Sara: "If he cums, I will not get screwed will I?"

Mistress Heather: "You have a decision then, don't you? Your husband is obviously in pain. The pressure is too much for him. He has not learned the fine art of orgasm control. Will you put your selfish needs before his?"

Sara: "But I need to cum too."

Mistress Heather: "Stop whining. How I hate a whining slave."

Sara: "Yes mistress. You are right, he needs relief."

Mistress Heather: "Take off the cock ring and then suck him off. It will not take long for him to pop. Stephanie, I need to see you outside for a moment."

Sara looked down at her husband sprawled on the mattress. Kneeling down next to him, she examined the cock ring and strap. She had a vision of his cock spewing his seed without provocation when she released both restrictions. As she touched his balls, Frank recoiled away from her hand.

Sara: "Don't be such a baby. Mistress Heather said I could get you off."

Sara returned to removing the cock ring and strap from the base of his penis. When she did, a small amount of cum dribbled from the head. Sara knew he was about to explode and didn't want to waste a drop. Her own pussy longed for the deep penetration Stephanie and Heather had enjoyed. Sara quickly removed her panties and rolled the now very compliant Frank over onto his back. She smoothly jumped on top of him and slid her soaking pussy over his shaft. Alas Frank was too primed and within a few strokes blew a huge load into her love cavern.

Mistress Heather: "Just what the hell do you think you're doing slave?"

Sara turned to see an angry looking mistress standing in the doorway. Stephanie was standing behind Mistress Heather looking very smug like she knew better than to make such a mistake.

Sara: "I'm sorry mistress. He needed relief and so did I."

Mistress Heather: "I told you to suck him off to give him relief."

Sara: "I know mistress. I needed to feel his cock."

Mistress Heather: "Have I ever not satisfied your lusts?"

Sara: "No mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Stephanie and I were going to fuck you, but you can forget that now."

Sara: "Please mistress. Please fuck me. Frank only lasted three strokes. I need it bad."

Mistress Heather: "Look at that messy snatch you have. Frank really sprayed you didn't he?"

Sara: "Yes mam. He had quite a build up from servicing you and Stephanie."

Mistress Heather pretended to think for a moment.

Mistress Heather: "I have a solution. I can't fuck such a nasty pussy. Have Frank eat you clean and then we will fuck you. Deal? If not, you are going to get a whipping."

Sara looked down at Frank. He certainly would not enjoy licking his own cum from her pussy. She felt terrible for asking, but she needed more cock, even if it was plastic.

Sara: "Honey, I know you don't want to do this, but will you clean my pussy?"

Frank: "Before today, if you had asked that question the answer would be a resounding no. But I can tell you are desperate. If this is the life you want to lead, I expect your total obedience at home. You can continue to see Mistress Heather, but when we are alone you are going to be my slave. Say yes, and I will clean your pussy, but don't expect it to happen again. If you disobey either of us again, I will let her whip you. Understand?"

Sara: "Yes Frank. Thank you and I love you."

Frank: "Yes who?"

Sara: "Yes master."

Frank dutifully crawled between Sara's legs and began to lick her pussy. It was oozing a combination of her juices and his jizz. It was not nearly as foul as Frank had anticipated, although he still would not enjoy it on a regular basis. His real motivation was a desire to see Heather and Stephanie fuck his wife. He had always wanted to see a live lesbian show and now was his chance. If he had to eat his own load in order to fulfill his fantasy, that was a small price to pay. Sara was enjoying his talented tongue hitting all her sensitive spots. She could tell he was actively trying to give her pleasure beyond just cleaning her up. She noticed Heather helping Stephanie strap-on a large, thick dildo. She was going to get the fucking she desired.

Mistress Heather: "That's enough you two. Frank you can sit back and watch. Stephanie, lay down on the mat with your head facing Frank."

Stephanie lay down. Frank had a perfect view of her pert breasts, tight stomach and the obscene black dildo sticking up from her hips.

Mistress Heather: "OK Sara. It's your turn. Slide your slippery pussy down her cock. Face your husband. I want him to have a good view as you take your pleasure."

Sara smiled at Frank again, wordlessly thanking him for not choosing to let her get whipped. After straddling Stephanie, Sara slowly lowered herself onto the shaft. Sara required several attempts, allowing herself to stretch around and lubricate the baton, but eventually she was able to take the whole thing.

Sara: "My God mistress, I've never been so full."

Mistress Heather: "Give your hubby a good show. I'll be right back."

Sara took her mistress' instructions to heart and began riding the fake dick with abandon. She alternated looking at Frank and looking down at Stephanie. Obviously the dildo was providing stimulation to Stephanie also because she had a look of pure bliss on her face. Frank was enjoying watching two women receiving pleasure simultaneously. Sara's breasts were swinging wildly has she repeated skewered herself on the foreign invader. Both women were moaning loudly and Frank worried that the show would not last much longer.

Both Frank and Sara turned their heads to look at Heather as she reentered the playroom. She had stripped off her catsuit and was now sporting a shorter, thinner strap-on and carrying a jar of lube. Sara gasped as she realized her mistress' intentions. Frank may have been slower to catch on, but as Heather advanced on his wife, he soon realized the freak show he was watching was moving into overdrive. Heather dowsed the strap-on with lube and then held it along Sara's ass as she continued to slide up and down Stephanie's rod.

Mistress Heather: "So you've never been so full before, eh? You ain't felt nothing yet."

Heather grabbed Sara's hips as she rose to the top of Stephanie's femcock. Wiggling her own hips, she pressed her own strap-on against Sara's asshole.

Mistress Heather: "Just hold still until I'm in, bitch."

Heather used one hand to steady her smaller dildo and the other to keep Sara's cheeks spread. Slowly she inched the head inside as Sara tried to remain calm and relaxed. Sara held her breath as Heather continued pushing until their skin touched and Heather was buried inside her.

Mistress Heather: "Now, slowly lower yourself back onto Stephanie."

Sara took a deep breath and began moving downward. As Stephanie's dick began stretching her pussy once again, it stimulated the membrane between her vagina and anal track. Deeper and deeper Sara stuffed herself, a painful anguish forming across her face. Finally, she was back down to the base. Never before had she thought about how a pig felt on a spit, but she guessed it was something like what she was feeling.

Mistress Heather: "Look at your hubby, dear. He seems to be enjoying what is happening to you."

Sara looked up. Frank was sporting another hard-on which he was casually stroking.

Mistress Heather: "Frank, keep that thing handy and don't let yourself cum. Once we find our rhythm, I want you to stick your cock in her mouth. We're going to pincushion your wife and she is going to love it."

Heather gave Stephanie a nod. Stephanie started arching her hips driving her dildo deeper into Sara's pussy. As she did this, Heather pulled her dildo half way out of Sara's ass. Sara locked her knees as Stephanie reached her maximum lift and started to descend pulling the dildo outward. Heather now began to push the anal dildo back in giving Sara a very unique sensation.

Mistress Heather: "Just try to hold your position, slut. If we mess up the cadence, you can be injured."

Heather and Stephanie worked their pistoning dildos with the precision of seasoned sexual professionals. Soon all the women were screaming and moaning as each received joyful stimulation. Frank was working his cock feverishly, a big grin across her face.

Mistress Heather: "OK Frank we're ready for you. I'm tired of listening to your wife moan; shut her up for us will you?"

Frank: "No problem."

No problem for him, Sara thought, as she watch Frank stand up and straddle Stephanie's head. Waving his cock in front of her face, Frank made her strain to catch up to it. After several attempts, Sara finally captured the tip. Frank responded by pushing forward and ramming it home. Sara began to gag at the sudden intrusion. Feeling sorry for his wife, at least a little bit, Frank slid his cock back out and let her catch her breath.

Mistress Heather: "We're still going to have to work on your cock gobbling skills I see. When he cums you better not drip any on Stephanie."

Sara (gasping for breath): "Yes mistress."

Once again Frank presented his cock to his wife. This time he allowed her to just nipple on the head. The force of Heather's pounding provided just enough movement for Sara's mouth to drive Frank wild. He was looking directly at Heather, amazed that the most beautiful woman he had ever met was fucking his wife's ass while she blew him. He reached out to play with Heather's breasts, but she slapped his hand away.




Sara's Training Ch. 07



Mistress Heather: "Not today, big boy. Not today."

The trio continued their assault on Sara as long as they could. Orgasms flowed through the three women and Frank deposited another load down Sara's throat. Eventually the quartet slowed and then stopped, all satisfied and worn out. Heather suggested a soak in the hot tub which they all agreed was a fine idea.

Walking out of the house into bright sunshine, Sara noted that her life had cleared like the morning storms. As the four newly intimate friends sat in the hot tub, you could be excused from thinking it was a regular neighborhood gathering. They soaked away the muscular stresses caused by their lengthy tryst and chatted about everyday things. Frank thought about how normal everything seemed, except the fact that he was surrounded by three gorgeous naked women. That still was weird to him, but of course he wasn't complaining.

After about half an hour, the parties dried off, got dressed and went their separate ways. Sara and Frank discussed the day's events as they drove home. Frank agreed to give this new arrangement a try if Sara would agree to leave Mistress Heather if he could not deal with sharing her. Sara eagerly agreed, although she wasn't sure she really would make that choice if push came to shove.

By Sunday everything seemed back to normal. Frank and Sara took their kids to the park for another picnic with the Andersons, although this time Cindy didn't make any sexual moves toward Sara. In fact, everything seemed perfectly normal. Frank didn't discuss his recent conversion with his boss Jim and to all appearances it was just two families eating lunch.

Early Monday morning Frank headed to the office. He wondered if Jim would speak to him about Sara. He also wondered just how he would react. The morning was passing quickly as Frank toiled away in his office. He had several client complaints he was trying to address. At 10:30 his phone rang. The company's receptionist was calling to tell him he had a visitor. Frank was not expecting anyone and wondered who was there. He told the receptionist he would be right there; glad to get a break from his files.

Frank turned the corner into the reception area and scanned the chairs for a client he knew. The only person in the waiting area was a young girl he didn't recognize. 

Frank: "Are you looking for Frank?"

Girl: "Yes I am. I'm sorry to stop by unannounced. My boss is a client and we have a problem with out account. She's been too busy to call and I was driving by so I stopped."

Frank immediately sensed this was a line of b.s. but he played along.

Frank: "No problem. Why don't you come back to my office and we can see if we can resolve your issues."

The girl stood up. She was very pretty, Frank thought, although her outfit seemed strange. She wore a simple ¾ length coat with only the top button undone. Her legs were uncovered and she wore a modest pair of 2" thick heels. As she approached Frank, she held out her hand.

Girl: "My name is Andi. I work at Professional Woman. It's a local clothing store. Are you familiar with our account?"

Frank: "No Andi, I can't say that I am, but I only recently transferred into customer service."

Frank led Andi back to his office and shut the door. He then walked around his desk to his oversized chair and offered Andi a seat in front. Andi sat down, crossing her legs but not removing her coat. Frank tried to sneak a peak under the coat, but it was to no avail.

Frank: "Let me call up your company's file. What did you say is the problem?"

Andi: "It's kind of hard to explain."

Frank: "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Can I take your coat?"

Andi: "Sure."

Andi and Frank both stood back up. Andi began walking to the side of the desk while she slowly and deliberately began unbuttoning the coat. As she slid the top of the coat off her shoulders, Frank became wide eyed as he realized she was only wearing underwear underneath.

Andi: "I'm a friend of Sara and Heathers. Heather said you had recently joined our little club and sent me here to give you your membership bonus."

Andi handed her coat to Frank and stood before him in a revealing French cut bikini panty and strapless half cup bra. Frank stood dumbfounded as he took in her beauty.

Andi: "Aren't you going to hang up my coat?"

Frank snapped out of his daze.

Frank: "Sorry about that. I was captivated by your beauty."

Frank tried to be charming, but really he couldn't believe the way his sex life had turned for the better. Frank hung up Andi's coat on a freestanding rack he had in the corner of his office near his desk. As he moved back toward his chair, Andi put her hand on his chest and gave him just enough of a shove to indicate he should sit back down. Andi wasted no time as she dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. Frank squirmed as she fished out his semi-hard cock and began stroking it to its full length.

Andi: "Umm yummy!"

Andi was definitely a proficient cocksucker, Frank immediately decided. She had a voracious appetite and knew just when to lick, suck and stroke him for maximum pleasure. Frank thought he must have fallen asleep at his desk and that Andi was just a dream. Or maybe he was on hidden camera and someone was about to burst through the door and tell him he had been punked. Frank continued to writhe in his chair as he neared orgasm, spurred on by the beautiful girl between his legs.

Just as he was about to let go, there was a knock at his door. Frank looked down at Andi with a look of terror. There was a second more insistent knock.

Frank: "Quick, hide under my desk."

Andi scurried under the desk as Frank tried to stuff his erection back into his pants. He then sat back down in his chair and slid forward hoping everything would look normal. His face was flush with sexual excitement and he was experiencing a nervous perspiration attack, but hopefully nobody would notice.

Frank: "Come in."

The door opened and Stacey, the shared executive administrative assistant, entered the room. Stacey is a short dishwater blonde. She was a little overweight, not much but a little pudgy. She carried it well, however, with a solid butt and generous natural breasts. She always wore a dress; usually it was conservative but occasionally she showed some cleavage. Alas today was not one of those days, Frank lamented, looking at her as a sex object for the first time.

Stacey: "Hi Frank. Jim needs to see you a.s.a.p. in his office. He sent me to collect you."

Frank didn't want to leave Andi just yet and needed to stall. He also didn't want to stand up with a hard-on.

Frank: "Sure thing. I just need to return one quick phone call to a customer."

Stacey: "No sweat. We're waiting for Dan from marketing anyway."

Stacey sat down on the couch next to the office door. Frank, realizing she wasn't going away, now needed to fake a phone call and will his penis to deflate. Picking up the phone, he dialed his own number reasoning he could speak with his voicemail until Stacey left or his hard-on died. As he started dialing, he felt Andi's fingers on his zipper again. He glanced down, attempting to dissuade her without tipping off Stacey, but she didn't take the hint.

Frank did his best to fake a conversation with his own voicemail as Andi stroked his cock and Stacey sat idly by waiting for him. Frank tried to slide his chair back to make his intentions clear to his bonus, but Andi made her intentions clear instead by grabbing his cock and pulling him forward. Stacey looked disinterested and picked up a Newsweek magazine which was sitting on the coffee table.

Andi continued stroking Frank's cock as he struggled to maintain his composure and continue making up realistic sounding dialog. The height of the desk prevented Andi getting more than her lips on the tip of his cock, a situation she found unfortunate. Andi had learned to love the feel of a stiff cock in her mouth and jacking Frank off was boring to her. Andi found herself getting turned on by having to hide under the desk, however, and secretly hoped Stacey would find her. She sensed Frank getting close and doubled her efforts, literally. Grabbing the base of his cock with her left hand, Andi rocked it back and forth while rubbing her right hand around the head and down the shaft. She knew from experience that he would soon blow his load; she only hoped that she could aim most of it in her mouth and not be too messed up.

Frank was frozen like a statue fighting the urge to vocalize what he was feeling. Looking up at Stacey, she seemed totally disinterested, reading her magazine and not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Andi's technique was not going unnoticed and Frank felt a fast moving orgasm well up from his balls. With his left hand, he gave Andi a little wave, curling his fingers inward to indicate he was about to come. Andi took her left hand off his cock and began furiously pumping it with her right. She then strained to get her mouth as close to him as she could. When Frank felt her lips on the tip of his cock one last time, he exploded. Andi opened her mouth and managed to catch shot after shot of his male nectar. Toward the end, one or two spurts missed her mouth, but Andi was quite satisfied that she remained fairly clean through the ordeal.

Frank gave a little shudder, but did not break the pattern of his fake phone call. He was glad Stacey was engrossed in the magazine or he never would have made it through. He cock quickly began to collapse and Andi was kind enough to tuck it back in his pants and zip him up. Frank said his fake good bye and promised to "look into the problem" for the client. He then stood up, a slight bulge still showing in his pants and told Stacey he was ready.

Stacey dropped the magazine, stood up and without a word walked out the door. Frank followed without looking down at Andi and shut his door on the way out. He would have liked to fuck Andi or at least thank her, but that was impossible. As they walked over to the executive row of offices, Frank's attention was drawn to Stacey's ample butt. He pictured her bent over his boss' desk and then had a vision of Andi sitting naked on his masturbating herself to satisfaction. He felt his penis start to harden ever so slightly and knew he better refocus his thoughts on business immediately.

Frank: "Andi, I need to take a quick stop in the rest room. I'll meet you at Jim's office."

Frank ducked into the men's room knowing he would finally have a little privacy. He took a quick leak, the kind a man always needs to take after cumming. He cock was semi-hard again making this task a bit painful, but he knew it needed to be done. He then tucked it back in his pants and washed his hands. Looking at himself in the mirror, Frank realized he was smiling for no apparent reason. Usually when you get called to the boss' office, especially when you receive a personal escort, you are likely to be fired. Trying to show the appropriate emotion, Frank splashed cold water on his face. He hoped the flush in his cheeks from busting a nut would dissipate soon. Drying himself off, he looked in the mirror at his crotch. His penis had shrunk back to within acceptable limits so he dried his face and hands and made sure his shirt was tucked in and his tie was straight. Looking every bit the professional, he exited the bathroom and headed to Jim's office. The door was open so he walked right in.

Seated at the small circular table astride from Jim's desk were Dan, the VP of marketing, Doug, the VP of Product Development and Mike, the VP of Finance. Jim was still seated at his desk and Stacey was whispering something in his ear. Finished with her comments, she turned to leave and gave Frank a little smirk on her way out the door.

Jim: "I suppose you are wondering why you are here, Frank. I would be happy to tell you, but there is the little matter of making us wait while you get a blowjob in your office."

Frank looked guiltily at the assembled power structure of the firm, but said nothing.

Jim: "As you know, the HR policies of this firm take a dim view of any form of sexual harassment. The legal liability is just too great for the company. If the woman, it was a woman wasn't it, decides to sue the company, we're in big trouble."

Frank: "She doesn't work here Jim."

Dan: "That makes things a little better. Was it your wife?"

Frank: "Actually it was a friend of hers."

Mike: "No shit. And you had her blow you in front of Stacey. Actually that is pretty impressive."

Frank: "She ducked under the desk before Stacey walked in. I guess she could still see her shoes."

Jim: "Be that as it may, the company still has to take a tough position on this kind of behavior."

Frank felt the bad new coming. Whatever he had been summoned to answer for was now probably irrelevant.

Jim: "Relax, Frank, you're not going to get fired. We're just fucking with you. Actually we've been watching your performance for a while. We're very impressed with how you have been handling our most problematic accounts. As you know, Cheryl (VP – Customer Service) is about to take a maternity leave of absence. She is leaving at the end of this week and we want to offer you the job on an interim basis."

Frank: "What do you mean by interim?"

Jim: "You would be in charge of the customer service department. You don't get the title and if Cheryl decides to come back in 12 weeks, you get your old job back. If she doesn't, we will reevaluate your status at that time. If you've been doing a good job, you get the title. In the interim, you will still get an office up here, a healthy raise in pay and some pretty nice executive perks. You'll be invited to the weekly executive poker game, free health club membership, in-office massages, we take weekend "retreats" to Vegas on the company account and if you get the full time job, we lease you a nice car. How does that sound."

Frank: "Sign me up."

Jim: "I'll meet with you later to work on the details. Let's all grab some lunch and then you can pack up your office then I'll have some kids in the mailroom move your stuff. We're going to leave Cheryl's office furnished until she decides if she is coming back."

The VPs all stood and shook Frank's hand. Frank would soon learn about their ulterior motives for offering the job; namely the services of Sara, but for now, Frank believed his good fortune was based solely on his job performance. The executive board was also happy to have their "boys" club back to full membership. Cheryl was definitely not a player in their little reindeer games. She knew, of course, of Jim and Mike's financial creative accounting, the sharing of wives and what went on at the poker games. But she was also damn good at her job and was compensated appropriately. At best she tolerated their conduct and with her out of the picture, all the executives could breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Jim took everyone out to lunch at their local watering hole where they all raised a glass of beer to toast the new interim VP of Customer Service. Frank never considered drinking at a working lunch, before. Things were definitely turning his way.

Sara was ecstatic at the news of Frank's promotion. She too had no way to know just how much her new lifestyle had been involved in the decision, although she had her suspicions. She had worked out today with Carey, but again, nothing sexual had happened. Sara was looking forward to her next session with Mistress Heather on Wednesday and learning more new pathways to pleasure. She tried to think of something special she could do for Frank tonight to celebrate, but she knew the kids would be home and didn't want them to suspect anything about their parent's new lifestyle.

Wednesday Sara visited Mistress Heather's house again and spent the day licking her mistress' pussy along with servicing Maggie several times as repayment for Andi giving Frank a blowjob. Each woman worked Sara's tongue to several satisfying climaxes before they allowed Sara to fuck herself with a vibrator. Both women sat on the couch as Sara twisted and writhed on the floor as she serviced herself.

Mistress Heather: "She looks good like that."

Maggie: "She certainly does."

Mistress Heather: "Do you think she is ready for Friday's party?"

Maggie: "Why not. Frank will be at the company poker game."

Mistress Heather: "Listen up slut. I want you to be here at 6pm sharp Friday night."

Sara was heaving in orgasms and only vaguely noticed her mistress talking to her.

Maggie: "I don't think she heard you."

Heather stood up and picked up a riding crop from the end table and snapped it against her palm over Sara's face.

Mistress Heather: "Do I have your attention now?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. I want you here at 6pm sharp for a little party Friday night. Wear and medium length dress, stockings and heels. No panties and no bra."

Sara: "Yes mistress. What about Frank."

Mistress Heather: "He will be attending the company poker game. He'll be fine."

Sara: "OK."

At the office Jim had begun filling in Frank on his new duties or more specifically his new benefits. Stacey was available for massages each afternoon and was not averse to providing other stress relieving services.

Frank: "Really? Stacey?"

Jim: "She's mainly oral. Somehow that doesn't count as cheating on her boyfriend. But if you are nice, she sometimes will let you titty fuck her. Every so often when they are fighting, she'll even let you fuck her."

Frank: "Good to know."

Jim: "About once a quarter we all go to Vegas for a weekend. We only bring our wives every other time. Basically every six months we go as a group of guys and go wild and every six months we bring the wives for a nice weekend getaway of shows and gambling."

Frank: "I like the sound of that. What's the deal with the poker game I've been hearing about?"

Jim: "Every Friday the executives get together and play cards. We rotate the location each person taking a turn hosting. The host's wife is responsible for the food and entertainment."

Frank: "Entertainment?"

Jim: "It varies from week to week. Come to Dan's house on Friday and find out."

Frank: "What are the stakes?"

Jim: "We don't play for much. Usually we have two rounds, each is just $10. You get $2,000 in chips and play until somebody has them all. Each round goes about 2 hours. We start at 8."

Frank: "I'll be there. Do I need to bring anything?"

Jim: "Just $20 and a sense of adventure."

That night Sara and Jim discussed the respective Friday night plans. Neither one knew what to expect, but both were looking forward to their evenings. Frank then told Sara that his sister Connie was coming to town Saturday. She lived in Milwaukee. Frank said she was going to the Cubs game and said she would stop back for a visit. Sara wasn't too thrilled about Connie's visit. She had never been too fond of Frank's little sister. She was always too bossy and thought Frank married down when he picked Sara. Connie had never been married, although her classic good looks meant a never ending string of suitors. Sara had never stopped to think about why she was still single, but now that her own bisexuality was apparent, it occurs to Sara that perhaps Connie preferred the company of women. Sara worked to put Connie's impending visit out of her mind and concentrated on what was going to happen Friday instead.

Sara arrived at Mistress Heather's house right on time Friday night. She felt weird kneeling in the garage wearing her best dress, but there she was, waiting for her mistress. She didn't have to wait long. Mistress Heather opened the door shortly after Sara arrived and ushered her inside.

Mistress Heather: "Here are the details about the party. Stephanie is a little sister at the Phi Sigma Kappa house. Each spring they throw a fundraiser party. Tonight is the night."




Sara's Training Ch. 08



Sara slept well her first night in Dr. Bonner’s lair. She was worn out by her breast augmentation surgery that morning and her first night of filming for his Dr. Boner website. By the time the film crew had finished with her and Julie, the clock had struck past midnight. By the time she showered and then masturbated once more, it was after 1am before she finally tried to sleep. Sara was still dead to the world when Julie woke her at 10am. She brought a breakfast tray with scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. Sara greeted Julie as an old friend and listened to her new mistress describe the footage they shot last night. Julie explained Dr. Bonner was editing the footage as they spoke and from what he saw, he was very pleased.

Sara was famished and quickly ate her breakfast. Julie continued telling Sara what they had planned for the day. The plot line of Sara being a nymphomaniac who needed to learn to be a “respectable” woman would continue. Julie’s job was to “teach” Sara to control her emotions and not to be ruled by her clit. Of course, in the end, Sara was expected to cum and shows her true self. 

Sara wished she had seen other movies from the website so she knew both what to expect and what was expected from her. She queried Julie, but her new accomplice in lust would only tell her to enjoy herself and give the viewers a good show.

Julie: “You can never go wrong having an orgasm. If we need you to fake one we’ll let you know, but if you can cum for real, do it.”

Sara was excited about getting started. Julie told her to shower again while she laid out her clothes. Sara practically sprinted into the bathroom. After taking care of her necessary business, Sara hopped into the shower and rinsed off. She was already fairly clean except from sleeping in the wet spots from the night before. Emerging refreshed a few minutes later, she toweled off and returned to the bedroom. Sara was surprised she didn’t feel more discomfort from her chest, a fact she shared with Julie.

Julie: “That is good. I can give you more breast play on film if you’re game. If it gets to painful, let me know and I will back off. What safe word do you use with Mistress Heather?”

Sara: “Safe word? I don’t have a safe word.”

Julie: “Really? Safe bondage play should always have a safe word to protect you if you get pushed too far.”

Sara: “I’ve never felt unsafe with Mistress Heather.”

Julie: “That is good, but just in case, we’re going to have one. If you really need me to stop something, say the word hedgehog. You can yell stop all you want. I’ll assume you are acting for the camera. Say the word hedgehog and I will back off immediately. Got it?”

Sara: “Yes Julie. I like that idea.”

Julie showed Sara her outfit for the day’s first scene. It was a simple black nylon corset. The chest section had been expanded and reinforced for someone as abundantly top heavy as Sara had become. Sara was somewhat surprised that she didn’t have stockings or a garter belt. Julie explained that would come later. For this scene, they were keeping things simple.

Julie put her nurse’s outfit on again and then led Sara back to the filming room. With every step, Sara became wetter and wetter in anticipation of what was to come. The same film crew was waiting for her along with Dr. Bonner. The set had not changed from the night before.

Dr. Bonner: “Good morning Sara. I hope you had a restful night’s sleep. The footage from last night was spectacular. I’m going to make you a star.”

Sara: “Thank you Dr. Bonner. I really enjoyed myself last night.”

Dr. Bonner: “As well you should have. You have an amazing sexual aura, one which I hope to capture on film again today. I’m going to leave you in Julie’s capable hands. Just follow her instructions and you’ll be well satisfied I’m sure. I’ll be upstairs editing last night’s scene if you need anything.”

Julie: “Don’t worry; I know exactly what we’re going to do with this little minx.”

Sara’s pussy gushed at the mere mention of Julie finally getting to work on her. Dr. Bonner left the room as Julie conferred with the crew about their being ready to go. She had Sara hop back up on the bed and pulled a sheet over her.

Julie: “Here’s how were going to start. Because of your raging nymphomania, I want you to be slowly masturbating under your sheet. Do it like you are trying to hide what you are doing so you will not get caught. Keep your facial expressions at a minimum like you are struggling to show any emotion. Look around like you are trying to sneak in a quickie. Of course I will catch you. From then on, just play along and have fun. You can struggle, but always remember I get to win. Ok?”

Sara: “Sounds easy enough.”

Julie: “Good. Let’s get started. Roll tape.”

The same young man who marked the first scene came forward and snapped the beginning of scene two. Sara, her hands hidden by the sheet began a delicate rub of her pussy. It was difficult to go slow. Sara wanted to plunge her fingers deep inside her just like last night. She did her best to look innocent and “sneaky” like she was embarrassed and trying not to get caught. She hoped her act would play well on tape and not look too cheesy. After all, scene one would show her in a very different light. After a few minutes of teasing herself, Sara began masturbating in earnest. It was impossible for her not to. Somehow she figured this was part of Julie’s plan as her nurse interrupted her before she had a chance to cum.

Julie: “What are you doing? You have been forbidden to masturbate until you heal! Don’t you want to get better? Good girls follow their doctor’s instructions!”

Sara: “I’m sorry mam. I couldn’t help myself.”

Julie: “I can see you are going to be a difficult case. I am personally going to take charge of your recovery. I will teach you how to behave like a lady and not play with yourself all the time.”

Sara: “I will do better, I swear.”

Julie: “It’s too late for that now. The only thing you will understand is being punished.”

Sara cowered back into the bed. She was getting into playing the victim on video and was getting more and more turned on. She had stopped masturbating when Julie first came on camera, but now she started again hoping to egg on her partner. Julie noticed immediately and ripped the sheet off her prey. 

Julie: “No more hiding.”

Julie then opened the drawer of the table next to the bed. Sara didn’t bother to look down. Her hands were too busy. Julie retrieved a pair of handcuffs and grabbed Sara’s left wrist. Using her legs for leverage, Julie pulled Sara into a sitting position and snapped the cuff around her wrist. Sara began to struggle, although her left hand never left her pussy.

Sara: “No, please not that. I promise to listen to you.”

Julie: “The time for that has passed. You need to learn a lesson.”

Julie took up a position behind Sara and applied pressure to her back pushing her over.

Sara: “That hurts. Stop that.”

Julie: “You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Give me your other wrist.”

Sara meekly complied. Julie held her down for several additional seconds after she had secured Sara’s arms behind her. Standing back up, Julie pushed Sara back down onto the bed.

Julie: “I can see you are going to need some advanced training to learn how to leave that pussy of yours alone. First, I need to do a thorough examination to find out what I am dealing with.”

Sara felt Julie unsnap the bottom of the corset and felt cool air rush over her heated pussy. She then felt Julie’s fingers running the length of her lips.

Julie: “Just as I expected. You’re just another wet slut who can’t control herself. Well I know how to teach girls like you.”

Julie reached back into the drawer and removed a small vibrator and a roll of tape.

Julie: “I need to leave you alone for a little bit, but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

Sara gleefully spread her legs as Julie slid the vibrator into her pussy. Leaving the knob as the only part sticking out, Julie turned on the battery pack. The vibration hit Sara like a ton of bricks. She began rocking back and forth on the bed as the pleasure sensations quickly spread from her pussy to her head. Sara pussy was leaking like a faucet with a bad washer. As she neared a climax, a strong contraction shot the vibrator out of her pussy, leaving it buzzing in a puddle of her juices on the bed.

Julie looked down in disgust at the vibrator and then back at Sara. Smiling mischievously, Julie picked up the vibrator, turned it off and then offered it to Sara’s mouth. Sara was more than happy to clean her juices off the fuck toy. At this point, she would be happy to do anything Julie asked.

Julie returned the vibrator to Sara’s pussy, but didn’t turn it on. Instead she ordered Sara to place her legs together. She then took the roll of tape and wrapped it around Sara’s thighs, calves and ankles. Only after Sara was secure, did she turn the vibrator back on, only this time at about half the power.

Julie: “That will keep you still. I’ll be back soon. Maybe this time you will listen to me.

Julie pealed one more piece of tape off the roll and put it across Sara’s mouth.

Sara began rocking on the bed again and squeezing her vaginal muscles. This time the vibrator was not going anywhere. Unfortunately, due to the decreased speed it was set at, Sara didn’t think she could get off. Realizing she was in for a long tease, if that was Julie’s intention, Sara concentrated on giving the camera a good show. She moaned. She wiggled. She contracted. She begged with her eyes. She even faked an orgasm.

Sara was deep in her self imposed panting mode as Julie returned. Once again she was dressed in her latex catsuit and once again Sara’s mouth watered at how sexy Julie looked wearing it. Julie was also carrying a riding crop, a ball gag and nipple clamps. Sara’s pussy continued to gush at the thought of submitting to this wonderful woman.

Placing her equipment on the table, Julie made quick work of cutting the tape off Sara’s legs. She then resecured Sara’s legs to the traction bar just like the night before. Unlike last night, Sara knew the purpose wasn’t to give a cock better access to her pussy.

Lastly, Julie tore the tape from Sara’s mouth. Sara yelled at the pain, but Julie quickly distracted her by turning up the speed on the vibrator.

Julie: “Let’s see if you can hold that thing in long enough to cum.”

Sara’s hips were oscillating with delight as the vibrator worked its magic. Julie began drawing the crop over Sara’s body, but didn’t hit her with it. Sara imagined half the viewer hoping she would cum on the vibrator so they could shoot their loads and half the viewers wanting Julie to beat her for the same purpose. Sara was about to please the former group when the stress of holding in the vibrator gave way to another muscular contraction forcing the vibrator to plop obscenely out of her dripping hole. Sara groaned in frustration.

Julie: “I guess you don’t want the vibrator any more.”

Sara watched with disappointment as Julie picked up the toy and set it upright on the table. Still buzzing, Sara longed for it to be inserted in any of her available holes. Julie then returned the crop to its exploration of Sara’s body.

Julie: “You must learn to control your emotions.”

To emphasis her point, Julie snapped the crop against Sara’s thigh. Sara yelled in pain, but her arousal did not dissipate. Julie methodically worked the crop up and down Sara’s body including several blows directly on her clit. Each time, Sara arched her back in pain, but it was clear, she was enjoying her “treatment.”

One body part Julie did avoid was Sara’s breasts. Sara nipples were rock hard and longed for them to be touched, even if it was by the crop. Sensing her desire, Julie finally rubbed the crop along the base of her breasts and across her nipples.

Julie: “I was being nice and letting you heal more, but I can tell you want this don’t you.”

Sara: “Yes.”

Julie: “Yes mistress.”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Julie: “That’s better. Are you ready to follow my orders?”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Julie: “Very well.”

Sara watched as Julie picked up the nipple clamps off the table. Without ceremony, the clamped were applied to their target. The pain was exquisite and Sara thanked her new mistress for the honor of wearing her adornments.

Julie: “We’re not quite done with those nipples yet.”

Julie reached back into the drawer and retrieved a short chain. The chain was attached to each clamp and the pulled up to Sara’s mouth.

Julie: “If you drop that chain, I’ll beat your new tits raw and you will not be able to sit for a month after I’m done with your ass! Got it?”

Sara nodded, pulling her nipples up and down.

Julie then picked up the vibrator again and slid it back into Sara’s pussy. This time she secured the vibrator with a piece of tape so Sara “wouldn’t have to worry about it falling out.” Julie then resumed her cropping of Sara concentrating on her inner thighs and the soles of her feet. Sara quickly was reaching her zenith. The triple points of stimulation, as well has the exhibition nature of being a slut on camera, had her primed for release.

Julie: “Your former mistress told me you love to get your pussy slapped. Is that true?”

Sara nodded.

Julie: “I don’t want you to come until I reach 10 hits. Can you do that?”

Again Sara nodded.

Julie: “Count along with me…”

Julie snapped the crop squarely on Sara’s clit. The pain rush was superb as it ran length of Sara’s body. She almost lost control of the nipple chain as she opened her mouth to moan, but fortunately she managed to mumble “one” without dropping the chain. The second hit was noticeably lower. The thwack sound of hitting Sara’s clit was replaced with an echoic splat sound of contacting moisture. The pain was no less intense and neither was the pleasure it brought. Sara was more prepared this time and didn’t nearly loose the chain. Her diction also improved as she counted off the number two.

Julie continued to alternate hitting Sara’s clit and hitting her pussy lips. By the time they reached nine, Sara was quaking in need of release. Anticipating her liberation, Sara begged for the crop when instead of feeling its bite, she felt it rub along her thighs once again.

Julie: “You need to cum don’t you slave?”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Julie: “You are never to cum without permission. Do you understand?”

Sara: “Yes mistress”

Julie: “I could rub your clit for an hour and you would not cum would you.”

Sara: “I would do my best not to mistress.”

Julie: “That is not the right answer, but we’ll work on it.”

Julie stood back up and gently touched the tip of the crop to Sara’s clit, toying with her willing captive.

Julie: “Last hit. Ready?”

Sara: “Yes mistress. Please beat me. I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Julie: “Cum for me slut. Cum for your mistress.”

Julie snapped the crop through the air once again making hard contact squarely on Sara’s clit. Sara yelled 10 and erupted in her first orgasm of the day. Sara’s body quivered in release as Julie took the nipple chain from Sara’s mouth and pulled hard on it. The pain didn’t slow Sara down. If anything, she began coming harder. Her hips bounced in the air as if being fucked by an invisible assailant. Her body continued to convulse and contract as Sara’s brain released an hour’s worth of teasing energy. Her screams of passion filled the room. Even upstairs Dr. Bonner could hear muffled echoes of her fervor. He clicked on the feed from a security camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling just in time to see Sara begin to calm down; the latex clad Mistress Julie holding court over Sara’s bound form. Dr. Bonner smiled to himself and picked up the phone to update Heather on Sara’s progress.

Julie untied Sara and helped her to her feet. The camera crew applauded their performance and began resetting the room as Julie ushered Sara back to the bedroom.

Julie: “You didn’t use our safe word so I assume everything was alright.”

Sara: “It was better than alright. I loved it.”

Julie: “Good. Take about an hour to rest and we’ll get setup for the next scene.”

Sara stripped off the corset. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hands over her new breasts. They didn’t seem quite so outrageous any more. In fact, she started liking how they made her look. Sara took another quick shower to rinse off the sweat of performing under the lights and then lay down on the bed. Sara didn’t fall asleep, but she was remarkably calm given the events of the last two days. 

About 45 minutes later, Julie entered the room. She was still wearing her catsuit which still brought feelings of lust to Sara. Julie did not have a costume for Sara saying this time she would dress on camera. Entering the filming room, Sara immediately noticed that all of the furniture, except for a small chest of drawers, had been removed. There was also a shop vac and a neatly folded rectangle of fabric. The fabric was black and Sara was unable to determine what it was made out of.

The marker for scene 3 was clicked and Julie began.

Julie: “Sara, you learned a bit this morning about holding back your orgasm, but I think you need some more training. We are going to focus you on your emotions so you can better learn what kind of effort it will take to control your libido.”

Sara noticed one camera was focused on her and one was focused on Julie. Sara had lost all traces of nervousness and was ready for this adventure to begin. She watched as Jill picked up the fabric and started unfolding it on the floor. Sara was still unsure of the fabric. It definitely wasn’t leather. It seemed thicker than plastic and didn’t look like latex. Sara decided it must be vinyl. She was intrigued by what its purpose was and kept an eye on Julie as she set it up. It turned out to be a bag of some sort with a heavy duty zipper along the top half and an inner membrane which looked like it was sealed like a Ziploc bag. Sara could guess her roll in the scene and was starting to get edgy. She had never experienced breath play, but had seen it in a movie she had downloaded.

Julie instructed Sara to get into the bag. She showed the inexperienced girl where a plastic tube, like a diver’s snorkel, went through the side and fit snuggly in her mouth.

Julie: “Don’t spit out the snorkel. It’s your lifeline to the outside world. I also want you to spread your legs and arms as if you were restrained.”

Satisfied that Sara was ready, she sealed up the bag and attached the hose from the shop vac to another fitting at the base. Turning on the shop vac, Julie quickly sucked all of the air out of the bag. Just as quickly, the vinyl molded itself to Sara’s frame immobilizing her and creating instant tactile access to her entire body. Turning off the vacuum, Julie sealed an airlock at the vacuum fitting and released the hose. The bag holding Sara thus would not inflate until someone either released the pressure valve or unzipped the main compartment.

Sara tried to move within the bag, but the vacuum seal held her tight. Even exerting all her strength, she could not move either arm or either leg. This was the strictest bondage she ever felt. She could not see, although sound passed easily through the membrane. Sara felt someone apply pressure, she assumed it was Julie, to the side of the bag causing her to rock like a fetish teeter-totter. She then felt a hand tracing a path around her breasts and down to her pussy. Oh how voluminous her breasts must look in the position, she thought. The suction of the bag was forcing her stomach in like a corset, yet her implants were holding firm against the pressure. Sara began to get excited and soon realized she had better consciously try to control her breathing. She was worried she would overtax the snorkel. She tried to relax as the hands continued to roam over her body. The two opposite reactions to the stimulus she was feeling focused her mind completely on her sense of touch. Having lost vision and smell, and with only very little sound available, Sara’s sense of touch rapidly became acute. The fingers roaming her body were not making an effort to simulate her erogenous zones, but their effect was the same. Sara’s entire body was becoming a giant erogenous zone as she began to struggle for more contact.




Sara's Training Ch. 08



All of a sudden the touching stopped. Sara worried she was in for a long tease, although she didn’t see how that would play well on video. She didn’t have to worry. The delay was just to position her more appropriately. Sara heard a click and then a second. She then felt the bag being pulled upward. She must be attached to some sort of hoist, she reasoned. The bag moved into a vertical position and Sara felt it swinging around. Again she imagined what her form must look like on the camera. She began to look forward to seeing what the camera saw. Hands resumed their free access to her body. Sara was swung around several times disorienting her to which direction she was facing. All of a sudden she felt a stinging blow on her right butt cheek as her first spank was delivered. She flinched, although her body didn’t move. Her left cheek received the same slap and after she spun again, both breasts received the same treatment. Sara began to experience an intense arousal. Her heightened sense of touch meant every stimulus rocketed through her nerve endings and straight to the pleasure centers of her brain. The spanking was soon replaced by a cat-of-nine-tails. Or perhaps a cat-of-fifteen. Sara could not be sure, but the intense sensations across a narrow band of her flesh brought only pleasure and not pain. 

Sara was whipped from the tips of her feet to the top of her head. She found the suit protected her body from the sharpest contacts and led her not to worry about any lasting marks. Over and over the lash of the whip stimulated her and she soon found herself moaning into the snorkel and sweating like a marathon runner. Sara tried to focus on her breathing and keeping the snorkel in her mouth, but it was a difficult task. Soon her body betrayed her efforts and she exploded is another monumental orgasm. There was no way anyone watching could have missed her release, all brought on from a few light touches with a finger and the lashes from a whip.

As Sara began to come down, she noticed the whipping had stopped. She began to wonder if the bag treatment was completed. She then heard two more clipping sounds and felt the lower end of the bag rising up until she was once again laying flat.

Julie: “That was quite an orgasm you had there young lady. But you came without permission. Don’t let that happen again or you will be whipped without the bag to protect you.”

Sara would have liked to acknowledge the command, but couldn’t. Instead, her mind snapped instantly back to her sensation of touch as hands once again began exploring her vinyl clad body. This time, however, the hands were definitely on a mission to turn her on. Soon the hand gave way to a low power vibrator which made the rounds on her body and was quickly replaced with a higher power model. Sara was drenched in her own sweat inside the bag and she now started to worry about dehydration. Her distraction was short lived as a very powerful vibrator, one Sara now recognized as a magic wand, was pressed firmly between her legs. Almost instantly Sara began to build to another thunderous release. Just as fast, the sensation was gone. Sara now felt the entire bag begin to swing. On its return, she encountered the wand pressed up against her mound. Again and again she felt the bag swing backward and again and again she received a wonderful, but brief encounter with the wand. Eventually as the bag was pulled back, it would be held for an undetermined amount of time. Sara could hear the wand buzzing away and prayed she would soon be pushed against it and allow to cum. In the distance she heard Julie asking if she wanted to cum. In her daze, she didn’t answer immediately, but two sharp blows to her nipples got her attention. Julie asked again and Sara did her best to answer yes through the snorkel.

Of course Julie wasn’t done playing just yet. Over and over she repeated the process, swinging Sara into the pleasure zone, but never leaving her there for long. Sometimes she left Sara to receive pleasure from the wand for 20 or 30 seconds, other times for only 2 or 3. Julie varied the amount of time away from the wand causing Sara to become very frantic to orgasm. Eventually Julie relented and after giving Sara permission to cum, pushed her forcibly onto the edge of the wand. Holding the back of the bag with her body, Julie also began pinching Sara’s nipples and cupping her breasts. The stimulation had its desired effect and soon the bag shook as its occupant climaxed once again.

After Sara calmed down, Julie lowered the bag back to the floor and released the vacuum seal at the base. Sara felt a rush of relaxation as the grip the bag held on her relented. She then heard the zipper being pulled open and saw light for the first time in an hour. Her eyes squinted to adjust to the bright camera lights, but she had enough vision to see the joy on Julie’s face at her performance. Rising to her feet, she gave Julie a big hug. She didn’t know if that would make the final cut of the film and she didn’t care. The vacuum bag was the most erotic single experience she had ever had and she wanted Julie to know.

The rest of the day went the same way. After a short rest, Julie would summon Sara to the video room and then torment her with all manner of kinky devices. Sometimes she was dressed in fetish wear and sometimes she was naked. Each time Sara was able to achieve orgasm, yet amazingly she did not tire. Her adrenaline flow had kicked in and at Sara’s urging Julie completed all of their scenes by late Saturday night.

Dr. Bonner was amazed. Never before had his victim finished their filming early. Sara wanted to go home, but since they had not completed the final scene until after 10pm, Dr. Bonner convinced her to stay the night. Sara was still ready for action and ended up masturbating herself to sleep one more time.

Sunday broke with Sara feeling refreshed and full of life. She was ready to go home, but at the same time wanted to continue her relationship with Dr. Boner and Mistress Julie. Sara lay in bed hoping Julie would come and fetch her, but it was not to be. She smelled breakfast cooking upstairs so she jumped into the shower and then slipped on a nightshirt she found in a bedroom dresser. Looking at herself in the mirror, the liked the way the nightshirt hung off her chest and barely covered her ass. She definitely would be shopping for lots of new clothes, she thought. 

Even by the time she finished getting ready, no one had come to collect her so she tried the door. She was surprised to find it unlocked. Looking into the video room, she discovered that it had been transformed into a home gym. Had she been dreaming this entire weekend while she slept in the hospital? Sara walked up the stairs to find Dr. Bonner cooking pancakes.

Dr. Bonner: “Good morning. Breakfast will be ready shortly.”

Sara: “Thanks. It smells great.”

Sara sat down to a cup of coffee and Dr. Bonner told her that Heather would be over shortly to collect her. Sara and the doctor ate breakfast and while she cleared the table, Dr. Bonner went into his office to collect some paperwork. He gave Sara a form to sign giving him rights to distribute the videos they shot over the last two days. Briefly Sara rebelled in her mind and thought if she didn’t sign, the videos could not be released.

Dr. Bonner: “I know what you are thinking, but it will not work. We can fake your signature if we need to. Nobody who watches the footage will think you were acting against your will.”

Sara knew he was right. Her orgasms had flowed like water and it was all caught on tape. She happily signed the document without even reading it. She and Dr. Bonner talked about the footage. He told her he was very happy with how the video was turning out and hoped they could work together again. She said the first two scenes were edited and he hoped to get the last five done that week. Sara asked if she could get a copy of the finished product and Dr. Bonner readily agreed. “You also get a free website subscription for life,” he added. Just then the doorbell rang.

Dr. Bonner: “That would be Heather.”

Sara jumped out of her chair and ran to the front door. She was beaming when she opened the door and found her mistress smiling back at her.

Mistress Heather: “Good morning slave. Did you enjoy your recovery time at Dr. Boner’s spa?”

Sara: “Oh yes mistress. They treated me very well.”

Mistress Heather: “What did you learn from your time spent here?”

Sara: “That you know what is best for me. At first I was angry at the size of my breasts and about being imprisoned here, but now I love my implants and I don’t remember every cumming so much in one day.”

Mistress Heather: “We may have to work on your daily number of orgasms. I can’t have you thinking another woman can make you cum better than I can.”

Sara: “You know I always cum better for you.”

Mistress Heather: “Are you ready to get dressed and go home?”

Sara: “Yes, but if we have a few minutes, can we watch some of the footage?”

Mistress Heather: “I’ve got the time. Let’s ask Frank to cue it up.”

Sara and Heather went into Dr. Bonner’s screening room. There was a video projector and a large comfortable couch. Mistress Heather sat down and before Sara could join her, she pointed at the floor. Sara knelt down on the floor in front of her mistress. The screen flickered to life and a very clear image of Sara being strapped down on her hospital bed filled the screen. Heather gently stroked Sara’s head the way a person would pet a dog while Sara began getting turned on watching herself whither in pleasure on the bed. After scene one was complete, Heather told Sara to remove her nightshirt. Mistress Heather then positioned Sara in a sitting position between her legs and began to reach down and massage her breasts and nipples. Soon Sara was breathing very hard as the manipulation from her mistress and the image of Julie and her on the screen took its desired effect. Sara’s juices were flowing once again and the smell of female arousal filled the room.

Mistress Heather: “Julie turned you on didn’t she?”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Mistress Heather: “How many times did you cum yesterday?”

Sara: “I don’t know mistress. I lost count.”

Mistress Heather: “And if you guessed how many?”

Sara: “8 or 9.”

Mistress Heather: “And how many did I give you permission for?”

Sara: “Dr. Bonner said I could cum as much as I wanted.”

Mistress Heather: “Is Dr. Bonner your mistress?”

Sara: “No mam.”

Mistress Heather: “If I touch your clit right now will you cum for me?”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Mistress Heather: “Then squat on my shoe while you watch yourself on the screen.”

Sara knelt once again and wiggled her ass over her mistress’ sharp pointed shoe. The toe of the shoe easily found its target. Sara ground her pussy on the shoe as Mistress Heather continued to manipulate her nipples. In no time Sara was begging for permission to cum. 

Mistress Heather: “No just yet dear. I’m afraid Julie’s lack of discipline has caused you to regress.”

Sara continued grinding herself over Mistress Heather and continued to beg.

Sara: “Please mistress. May I please suck your pussy?”

Mistress Heather: “That is a fine idea. We need to wash Julie’s taste from your mouth.”

Sara spun around and lifted Heather’s skirt. Instead of removing her mistress’ panties, she simply pushed them aside and dove in. Her mistress took hold of her head and rode Sara’s face like a rodeo star riding a bronco. By the time scene 2 ended, Sara’s face had been coated in her mistress’ juice as Heather enjoyed two climaxes. When Mistress Heather released Sara’s head, she stood up for inspection. Heather also stood up and made a closer examination of Dr. Bonner’s handiwork.

Mistress Heather: “Dr. Bonner does excellent work. Worth every penny.”

Of course its worth every penny, Sara thought, I was the one who paid for it. Dr. Bonner entered the room carrying Sara’s clothes from Friday at the hospital.

Dr. Bonner: “It sounded like you two were finished. How’d you like the video?”

Mistress Heather: “Excellent as always. And excellent work on Sara.”

Dr. Bonner: “Thanks Heather. I always enjoy the clients you recommend.”

Sara got dressed, disappointed she had not been allowed to cum, but confident that Frank would rectify that situation when he saw her. Sara doubted they would even make it to the bedroom before Frank would rip her blouse off. The drive back to Heather’s was uneventful. Her mistress did not have her expose herself or play with her pussy. Heather explained she still needed to rest and recover from the surgery and fuck fest weekend. 

Mistress Heather: “I’ll have Carey give you a lighter workout this week and Wednesday we’ll just do a spa day. I know Frank is going to want to fuck you, but try to take it easy. Dr. Bonner said he didn’t need to see you tomorrow since he saw you today, but we should still go to his office on Friday.”

Sara gave her mistress a big hug before getting into her car.

Sara: “Thank you… for everything.”

Mistress Heather: “You’re welcome. Just take it easy for the next few days.”

Sara drove home happy and contented. As expected, Frank’s reaction was very favorable. He spent the rest of the day with a dumb grin on his face every time he looked at his wife. Their love making was spirited to say the least as Frank played with her new chest like a kid in a candy store.

By Monday, things began to calm down and Sara’s life began to return to its routine. She went to the gym on Monday and Tuesday. Carey was targeting her legs and butt and told Sara she wouldn’t put any stress on her upper body this week. Tuesday Sara saw Jill for the first time since her surgery. Jill was very impressed with the results and made comments that her party guests would also be impressed. Sara pressed her for more information, but Jill told her it was better if she was surprised.

On Wednesday Sara arrived at Mistress Heather’s house right on time for their spa day. Mistress Heather wasn’t ready to go and Sara spent the first hour brushing her mistress’ hair, doing her nails and generally pampering her. 

Sara: “When you said we were having a spa day, I didn’t realize I was the one who would be treating you?”

Mistress Heather: “Is that a problem?”

Sara: “Of course not mistress. I was just looking forward to going to a day spa.”

Mistress Heather: “We will. A very special day spa.”

Sara’s mind flashed forward to what could be special about a day spa, at least in Mistress Heather’s mind. She pictured getting a mud bath while in bondage or a facial with a vibrator strapped in her pussy. 

Mistress Heather: “It’s not special in the way you’re thinking. I mean it is very fancy and they will take care of us.”

Sara (sounding disappointed): “Oh.”

Mistress Heather: “You really are becoming quite the pervert. I like it, but not everything is about sex you know.”

Sara and Heather drove to the spa and enjoyed an afternoon of soothing massages, hot stone treatments, salt rubs and a refreshing half hour in a sauna. Sara felt no shame in showing her body to the spa employees, although she was sure she heard them snickering behind her back. On the way back to Heather’s house, their route took them past The Vault.

Sara: “Perhaps we should stop in and see if Mandy and Steve are there?”

Mistress Heather: “I’m sure they are, but I’m too relaxed right now. Maybe next week.”

Sara began to pout. She wanted to show off her new form and she really wanted another ride on the Sybian. Heather sent Sara home that day without having had any sexual contact with her mistress. They had a fine day together, but this was the first time she had visited Heather without a sexual component being present. Sara began to worry that her mistress really was disappointed in her behavior with Julie.

On Friday Sara and Heather made the trip to Dr. Bonner’s downtown office. Julie was in her regular position at the reception desk. She warmly greeted them, but made no reference to last weekend’s activities. Sara noted several other women sitting in the waiting room and assumed Julie’s aloofness was related to trying to remain professional.

Sara and Heather were ushered into Dr. Bonner’s office and he joined them shortly thereafter. After querying Sara about any discomfort she was experiencing, Dr. Bonner asked her to remove her shirt so he could examine her. He commented that her recovery was going well and that Sara could begin to add more strenuous activities. Sara hoped that was code for her mistress to reignite their passion. After the examination, Dr. Bonner took the after pictures for his catalog, first with Sara holding the cardboard rectangle with her breasts poking through and then as a topless glamour shot. Sara felt sexy and alive as she posed, exposing herself to a lens once again. Before he left, Dr. Bonner slid a DVD across the table to Heather.

Dr. Bonner: “A little souvenir from last weekend.”

Julie walked into the office as Sara was reaching for her blouse. She took hold of Sara’s left nipple and pulled her close for a passionate kiss. Sara’s legs began to buckle and she hoped the two beautiful women would join forces to make her submit.

Julie: “I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you for last Saturday.”

Sara: “It was my pleasure. I hope my mistress will let us play again.”

Heather was happy to see Sara keep her place in the relationship.

Mistress Heather: “Are you going to Jill’s party next Friday?”

Julie: “That is my plan.”

Mistress Heather: “Good. My pet is going to be the serving wench, so bring your appetite.”

Julie: “Are you going?”

Mistress Heather: “Yes. I left her in the charge of one of my other slaves at a frat party and she got in too much trouble. I’m going to chaperone this event.”

Julie: “Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you there.”

Julie turned and left the room. Heather motioned for Sara to finish getting dressed. Julie nipple pinch went straight to Sara’s pussy. She hoped the doctor’s positive report would inspire her mistress for more. Alas, if Mistress Heather was in the mood for play, she didn’t show it on the walk to the train or the ride home. Back at her house, Heather gave Sara a soulful kiss, but sent her on her way home. Sara was confused, until Heather called her back from the car to the front door of the house.

Mistress Heather: “I forgot to tell you. I made a hair appointment for you for tomorrow. Instead of going for our run, I’ll pick you up at 8:30. Dress accessible.”

Sara noticed a sparkle in Heather’s eyes she had not seen for a week. Something was going to happen tomorrow. Sara was sure.

Sara had a restless sleep that night wondering what adventures were going to happen on Saturday. As it turned out, Heather brought her to a conventional looking salon for an appointment with a mousy, innocent looking hairdresser named Brett. Sara wondered why her mistress had instructed her to wear easy access clothes. Brett appeared to be very introverted, always looking down and not making good eye contact when she talked. Clearly she wouldn’t be interested in seeing Sara’s charms, would she?

What Brett was interested in was giving her a new hair style, one that changed her look completely. Gone was Sara’s long, sometimes ratted out hair style. In its place was a simple, straight bob cut. The ends were tapered slightly just below her jaw line and framed her face perfectly. Heather explained the short cut would allow her to wear wigs easier to change her look to match her outfit. After the cut was over, Brett moved to the color. Platinum blonde from a bottle, the color of sluts and whores commented Heather. By the time the dye was rinsed, Sara hardly recognized herself. Brett then reached for more color, this time jet black.

Mistress Heather: “Too many tramps use just platinum blonde. You are special so you’re getting a special look.”




Sara's Training Ch. 08



Sara watched in wonder as Brett now dyed a two inch black band along the bottom of her hair. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, Sara saw the tapered black ends now formed an arrow pointing at her mouth. She had never seen a hair style like this one, but somehow it fit her station and she instantly fell in love with the look. Sara decided Brett may be a social misfit, but she was a great hairdresser.

Mistress Heather: “You look great. Now we need to do something about the rat’s nest between your legs.”

Sara didn’t like her pussy being referred to as a rat’s nest. She had kept herself neat and tidy downstairs every since Cindy had seduced her. But she also knew better than to argue and offered no resistance as Brett led her to the waxing room.

Once inside, Heather asked Brett to close and lock the door. She also told Sara to strip. Sara made quick work of shedding her clothes and her mistress then directed her to lie down on the waxing table. As Brett prepared the wax and tape, Heather reached into a gym bag she had brought and pulled out a horse bit which she strapped around Sara’s head. Pulling the bit into Sara’s mouth, Heather explained that getting your snatch waxed can be painful and she didn’t want Sara to scare the other salon patrons. Sara had waxed her legs before so she knew what to expect. She didn’t think the humiliation of lying naked with a horse bit in front of Brett was for the benefit of the other patrons. She knew it was for the benefit of her mistress.

Sara watched as her mistress also pulled out a long leather tie down strap which she used to secure Sara’s arms to the table. Since there were no handrails to use, Heather’s simple solution was to attach one cuff to Sara’s left wrist and ran the strap under the table and up to Sara’s right wrist. A simple ratchet in the middle shortened the strap until Sara was secure. A similar procedure secured Sara’s legs. Sara was able to raise her head just enough to see Brett sharpening a straight razor and then placing some warmed shaving cream on his hand.

Brett: “Please don’t move while I shave you.”

It wasn’t easy for Sara. She was sure Brett wasn’t doing it for sexual satisfaction, but having her touch her most sensitive areas in an intimate way made Sara want to squirm. She fought the urge to move her hips by staring up at the ceiling and biting down on the bit. Brett was an expert at shaving a woman’s pubic hair. She provided this service to several of her customers, although she didn’t usually have them tied down and gagged. Brett had never played bondage games with her lovers, but was enjoying the dynamic between Heather and Sara. Although she didn’t show it, Brett was happy to help them play their game.

Brett finished Sara’s shave in short order. Sara was able to relax her tense body, a little, until she felt the wax being applied. Sara knew the pain that would follow as the remaining stubs of pussy hair was about to be ripped from her body. Sara turned her head to look at her mistress for strength. What she saw was her mistress pulling a bird feather out of her bag. Just as Brett applied the first piece of tape, Heather began drawing the feather across Sara’s nipples. A quick hit of pleasure was replaced by pain as Brett ripped the tape from her body. Sara bit down hard on the horse bit, stifling a scream. Mistress Heather continued teasing Sara’s nipples with the feather as Brett continued grooming Sara’s pussy. When Brett finished, she placed a warm, moist towel over Sara’s pussy and asked Heather if she wanted to do Sara’s legs.

Sara wanted something done, but her desires had nothing to do with hair removal. She wanted her mistress to take advantage of her restrained state and ravage her. Sara wondered what other wonderful toys her mistress had packed in her bag and if Brett was really as innocent as she seemed or if she was going to turn into a raging temptress. As always, her mistress seemed to know what she was thinking.

Mistress Heather: “I bet you are wondering what we are going to do to you now?”

Sara nodded her head and mumbled through the bit an affirmative response.

Mistress Heather: “Well Brett here confided in my a while ago that she had always been bi-curious, but had never had the conviction to do anything about it. Since you can’t resist, I figured she might want to take advantage of the situation.”

Sara glanced over at Brett who was looking down, seemingly embarrassed at Heather’s description of her.

Mistress Heather: “I’m going to go up front and get a touch up. Brett, feel free to accept Sara as your tip for today. Do as much or as little to her as you like. There are a few toys in the bag you might want. If you change your mind, that’s cool. Just come up front and I’ll take care of Sara when I’m done.”

Neither Sara nor Brett made a sound as Heather turned and walked out of the waxing room. Sara looked back at Brett trying to gauge what her next move would be. Brett continued to stare at Sara as if she was trying to make up her mind whether to continue. Finally Brett walked over to Sara and removed the horse bit from her mouth.

Brett: “Are you really ok with this?”

Sara: “Yes. If my mistress wants me to serve you, then I will serve you. Of course, tied as I am, I don’t have much choice.”

Sara tried to sound nonchalant, but inside she wanted the inexperienced girl to get her first taste of womanly love. Brett stood next to the table and ran a finger along Sara’s ribcage. Sara made a cooing sound to encourage her to further explore her bound body.

Brett: “Let’s see what other toys your mistress brought.”

Brett opened Heather bag and began to rummage around. From her position, Sara could not see down to the floor. But she had a pretty good idea of what the bag might contain. Brett popped her head back up to eye level with a smile and produced a blindfold. 

Brett: “I’m a little nervous about you seeing me naked so I think I want you to wear this.”

Sara world was once again darkened. Sara remembered the first time she was blindfolded and how out of control she felt. In recent weeks, however, she came to feel liberated by losing her sight and now enjoyed the experience. Sara felt Brett’s hands begin to roam over her body. Tentatively, Brett explored Sara’s breasts. She squeezed the sides as if she were checking a melon and gentle rubbed the nipples. Sara was more than prepared for Brett to take a more forceful approach, but she said nothing allowing the naïve woman an opportunity to learn at her own pace. Sara did give verbal feedback telling Brett what felt good and what didn’t. Brett explored every inch of Sara’s body, finally stopping to insert a finger into Sara’s pussy. 

Sara: “Oh, baby. That’s the spot. Please don’t stop.”

Brett didn’t stop, but she also never reached the fevered pitch Sara would have liked. Sara hoped it was a simple lack of experience about how to get a woman off and not another sadistic tendency to tease. Sara felt Brett removed her finger and then heard what she perceived to be a sucking sound. Did Brett just lick her own finger to taste Sara’s juice? Sara pictured the young girl tasting another woman for the first time. In her mind Brett was slowly giving into temptation and would soon be ready for a full lesbian encounter.

Sara was half right. Brett was ready, but no necessarily for sex with her. Once again Sara heard Brett rooting through the bag. She then lost track of where Brett was located until she heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. To her left, she heard a vibrator turn on followed quickly by the sounds of a woman pleasing herself. “Brett must be masturbating,” Sara realized. She may not be ready to share herself, but obviously Sara’s bound form was turning her on.”

Brett was becoming progressively more vocal as the vibrator worked its magic. As she started to come out of her shell, she stopped trying to hide her pleasure. Sara hoped the walls were suitably soundproof as she was sure the entire shop could hear Brett’s moans of desire. Sara began to smell Brett’s scent and knew her climax was near. The force of Brett’s orgasm seemed to overwhelm her and the room became quiet for several minutes after Brett’s release. 

Sara: “That was pretty amazing Brett. Have you ever come like that before?”

Brett: “No. None of my male lovers ever made me come. That is why I was thinking about switching to women. Even when I masturbate thinking about women, I don’t come like I did watching you bound to the table.”

Sara: “I’m glad I could help, but if you could help me I’d really appreciate it.”

Brett: “I don’t know. There is another toy I’d love to try, but it’s pretty perverted.

Sara: “Describe it to me.”

Brett: “Well it’s a dildo and there are some straps on it.”

Sara: “That’s a strap-on. You wear it and fuck me as if you were a guy. I think you would like it.”

Sara really didn’t care if Brett would like it. She knew she needed some relief and if she could convince Brett to act on her behalf, so much the better.

Brett: “I don’t think that is it. The straps are pretty short. I couldn’t get it around my waist. The only place it would fit is …”

Brett’s voice trailed off. Sara assumed she realized she was holding a face dildo. Sara sensed Brett over around her head and then felt the base of the dildo rubbing her chin. Brett may have been inexperienced, but she was a quick study. Within moments, a thick dildo had sprouted from Sara’s chin and Brett was screaming while bouncing up and down on it.  Sara could feel Brett’s dampness falling onto her face and could smell the woman’s arousal. It was intoxicating as Sara’s own pussy would attest. Sara’s head shook as Brett used her as a pogo stick jamming the dildo deep into her pussy with every revolution. Having just cum, Brett’s body was in no hurry to reach orgasm again. Sara’s head was beginning to ache from the pounding it was taking. She then felt Brett reach down and touch her clit. The contact was a bolt of lightning for Sara who tried to arch her hips to encourage Brett to take more intimate action.

Brett had other idea, though, and soon after dismounted the dildo and removed it from Sara’s face. Sara thanked her and asked again to be brought off. Brett didn’t say a word, but instead swung her leg back over Sara and settled her dripping pussy over Sara’s waiting mouth. Distressed that Brett didn’t seem concerned with her own satisfaction, Sara worked tirelessly to get the girl off again so her mistress might come back and take care of her needs. Brett was grinding her pussy on Sara’s face when Heather came back into the room.

Mistress Heather: “I see you are enjoying yourself. Apparently being caught naked at work did the trick for Brett as she showered Sara head with her girl cum. As she was quaking, Brett reached both hands down and grabbed Sara’s head. Forcing herself further down on Sara’s face, Brett rode out her second orgasm like a champion cowboy.

After she was done, Brett quietly stood up and quickly got dressed and left the room. Only then did Heather remove the blindfold and unstrapped Sara.

 Mistress Heather: “I think she definitely turned a corner. Did you sense seeing you bound helped get her off?”

Sara: “Most definitely. The first thing she did was masturbate while looking at me.”

Mistress Heather: “I thought she had potential. I’ll keep working on her.”

Sara: “Can you work on me for a while?”

Mistress Heather: “Of course, slut. You’ve earned it.”

Sara felt the vibrator slide into her pussy. Heather turned it up to full speed before telling Heather she needed to go out to make a call. Sara’s libido was rapidly rising as Heather walked out the door. She didn’t close the door, however, leaving it wide open for anyone in the salon to look through. Sara sat with her legs spread obscenely wide open as she fucked herself with the vibrator. She hoped someone would pass the door heading to the bathroom and would stop to watch or join in. Sara quickly reached orgasm moaning loud enough for the whole building to hear her in an effort to draw a crowd. Heather returned just as Sara was calming down and told her “nice try.”

Heather pulled the vibrator out of Sara’s pussy and turned it off. She then had Sara clean the juices while she packed up the rest of their gear. Finally Sara was allowed to dress and the two women walked back to the front of the salon. Sara was greeted with a mixed group of stares. The younger women seemed more hip to what was happening while a couple of older women just looked at her with disgust. Sara didn’t care what the others thought. Her pussy was happy and she helped bring another into Mistress Heather’s fold. 

The next week flew by as Sara’s mind was filled with anticipation of Jill’s party. She didn’t have many details about what to expect. Several women of her acquaintance would be there. She knew her mistress was bringing her, she thought Julie would attend and she figured Carey would show up. Her only instruction was to be at Mistress Heather’s house by 6pm to get dressed. 

Frank was preparing to leave for the weekly poker game when Sara and he said their goodbyes. Sara drove to Mistress Heather’s house, her pussy getting wetter with every passing mile. Her new look was almost complete, except for a tattoo her mistress had promised. For the last week, Sara kept running her fingers over her waxed pussy lips and had come to love the feeling of being completely smooth and bare. No doubt she would need another wax treatment soon, a prospect not entirely objectionable.

Sara took her position in Mistress Heather’s garage and waited. She heard motion inside the house and thought she identified at least two people moving around. She perceived sounds in the mudroom and licked her lips in anticipation of seeing her mistress. The door opened slowly. Sara was surprised, a least somewhat, to see Brett holding the doorknob. She walked into the garage examining how Sara was kneeling and presenting her breasts. Mistress Heather soon followed.

Mistress Heather: “Right on time. Very good. You may rise and come into the house.”

Sara stood up and followed the two women into the house.

Mistress Heather: “Brett enjoyed last Saturday a great deal. She wants to learn more, so I invited her to the party. The deal was she would have to help you serve drinks.”

Sara: “So we are going to be waitresses for the night?”

Mistress Heather: “Only at the beginning. Jill throws these parties about every three months. In addition to working at the gym, she is an outside sales rep for a sex toy company. She throws product parties to introduce new toys and stimulate demand for older models. Some of the attendees are resellers to adult stores, Mandy will probably be there buying for The Vault and some are just oversexed women looking for the next thrill. Sara, you will be helping model clothing and demonstrate toys. Brett will just be watching this time, although she is free to participate if she likes.”

Sara: “How many people will be there?”

Mistress Heather: “Well, it varies. Sometimes only a handful, other times upwards of 40.”

Sara’s knees buckled at the thought of demonstrating sex toys in front of 40 people.

Mistress Heather: “After the main show is over, most of the women will leave, although some will stay for a more intimate examination of the toys, if you get my drift.”

Brett and Sara followed Heather upstairs to change into their outfits. Sara was intrigued by how much Brett might participate and how slutty her mistress would have them dress. As it turned out, Heather gave them both simple black cocktail dresses.

Mistress Heather: “Everyone will be dressed pretty casually. The simple elegance of a cocktail dress will have you stand out plenty.”

Brett seemed somewhat relieved by the conservative nature of the dress. Sara was somewhat disappointed. Both women were instructed to wear black stockings and a garter belt. Brett received a sexy pair of panties while Heather instructed Sara to go bare. Heather then gave Sara a butterfly to add to her ensemble “to keep her focused.” Brett watched in fascination as Sara casually strapped the butterfly’s belt around her waist and positioned the joy buzzer over her clit. Mistress Heather flipped a switch on the battery pack and the hidden toy quietly sprung to life. Mistress Heather then clipped the battery pack to the back of the garter belt. Both women received a pair of 3” heel black patent leather pumps and they were off to Jill’s house.

Heather drove while Brett and Sara sat in the back seat. The butterfly was working its magic on Sara while Brett studied her every jiggle. Ever since their time at the salon last Saturday, Brett had been fantasizing about Sara. Tonight she hoped to get to know her better and bring out the beast she knew was trapped within her.

The trio arrived at Jill’s house at 7pm. They were warmly greeted and walked into a well apportioned house. Both the size and the décor were inconsistent with someone who works at a gym. “Jill must do very well in the sex toy business,” Sara thought.

Jill: “You two look wonderful. Oh, and you also Heather.”

Heather: “Thanks Jill. My pet has been looking forward to this party for a long time. Isn’t that right slave?”

Sara: “Yes mistress.”

Jill: “And who else have you brought me?”

Brett: “My name is Brett. I work with Nicole at the hair salon.”

Jill: “Welcome to my home. I understand you will be helping with the drink service tonight.”

Brett: “Yes. Heather said that was they only way I would be invited.”

Jill: “Well, I don’t know about that, but it’s pretty simple. My guests will be arriving between 7:30 and 8. Everyone mingles and networks until we start the show about 8:30. My basement is setup for the show so people will eventually gravitate there. I will need you to serve drinks to everyone hanging out upstairs before they go down. Sara is going to help you.”

Brett: “That doesn’t sound too hard.”

Jill: “It’s not. Heather will show you where I keep the liquor. Sara, I have a new outfit for you, so please come with me.”

Brett looked to Heather for guidance as Sara followed Jill out of the living room and down the stairs. Jill was not boasting that her basement was setup for a show. There was a stage and catwalk surrounded by chairs. Multicolored lights hung from the ceiling along with several winches, pulleys and I-hooks. No doubt useful in restraining a disobedient model.

Sara was ushered behind the stage into a small dressing room. There were racks of costumes and fetish wear. On the walls were hooks holding a better selection of collars, cuffs and sex toys than Sara had ever seen before. Sara knew before the night was over, she would be sampling the wares of this room. 

Sara: “Your collection is very impressive.”

Jill: “Thank you dear. I must admit I had to scramble a bit to get clothes for your new size. Your mistress did not tell me you were having your breasts done. Slide your dress off. I’d like to get a closer look at them.”

Sara shimmied out of the cocktail dress and unhooked her bra. Jill smiled when she saw the butterfly and wondered if Sara was hiding any other sinful pleasures. Jill advanced on Sara and gave her new breasts a thorough examination. She lifted each breast in turn, weighing them with her hand as if she were making a purchase. She also rubbed both of Sara’s nipples. Sara was swooning from the attention, her juices flowing past the butterfly and onto her legs.

Jill: “Very nice. My complements to Dr. Bonner.”

As Jill released her breasts, Sara sat down at the dressing table to catch her breath. She watched as Jill walked over to one of the clothes racks and started thumbing through the outfits. Sara knew this was all for show. Certainly Jill had already decided what she would be wearing and no doubt her mistress had approved of the choice. Still the display heightened Sara sense of anticipation hoping Jill would pick something a little sexier than the cocktail dress. She didn’t need to worry.




Sara's Training Ch. 08



Jill grabbed a garment and turned back toward Sara. Sara could tell it was leather and not very big.

Jill: “Those monsters of yours need support. This should take care of them.”

Jill wrapped the garment around Sara. It was tight. Very tight like a corset. It covered Sara from her belly button to just under her breasts. Unlike any corset Sara had ever worn, however, the top had a built in shelf to hold her boobs. It really wasn’t a bra, but a hard plastic piece that curved around the edges of her breasts giving plenty of support without hiding any of her flesh except the underside. The curved piece forced her already ample breasts inward and upward. To Sara, they seemed almost to merge into one super breast. Jill returned to the close rack and made a quick search until she found a very sheer white blouse. It reminded Sara of a very fine mesh. It really would not hide very much. Jill slipped the blouse onto Sara and buttoned it up to just below her breasts. Sara’s nipples were grazing against the material, a sensation Sara knew would drive her crazy and the open top three buttons gave anyone looking an eyeful of flesh. The blouse was fairly long and covered Sara’s butt and pussy by a few inches. The snaps of her garter were still clearly visible and the bright plastic of the butterfly was easily seen through the mesh.

Next was a pair of pumps similar to the ones she was wearing, only with a much higher heel. Sara would have to be very careful walking and would not be able to move very fast. Sara though she was ready, but Jill was not quite done. Off the pegboard holding the bondage gear, Jill picked a thin leather collar with D-rings in the front and back, a set of leather cuff, a thin chain and some nipple clamps. Jill buckled the collar into place and then ran the chain holding the nipple clamps together through the front D-ring. The clamps were the adjustable variety and Jill set them to their lowest pressure setting. As she was hooking them to Sara’s very hard nipples, Jill explained they were more for show, at least at this time. The cuffs were next. Again a chain was passed through the collar and then onto each cuff. The chain was not tight and the cuffs hung behind Sara’s back at about waist height. Sara noted she still had some mobility in her arms as Jill attached the cuffs to her wrists. Her arm position behind her back did serve one very strategic purpose. It did force her to push her chest out a little more, not that anyone would get past the vast expanse of cleavage to notice.

In the space of 10 minutes, Sara had been transformed from a business woman to a sexpot. The guests had not even arrived yet and Sara was already shaking with sexual need. Jill rubbed her hand along Sara’s backside.

Jill: “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

Upstairs Heather had shown Brett the bar setup in the kitchen. Her job was to circulate among the guests, take drink orders, prepare the drinks and then deliver them. After the social hour, Brett would be free to watch Sara’s show and participate as she saw fit.

As Jill and Sara entered the kitchen, both Heather and Brett were taken aback by her transformation.

Heather: “Wonderful job Jill. I approve.”

Jill: “She’s going to do great tonight. Brett, did Heather explain what we need you to do?”

Brett: “Yes she did. Do you have a tray I can use to carry the drinks?”

Jill: “I do, but that will be Sara’s job.”

Sara and Brett watched as Jill went to a cabinet a retrieved a medium sized silver tray. Unlike a regular serving tray, however, this one was curved only on one side and had a wide strap hanging off the other.

Jill: “Sara will obviously have trouble carrying the tray with her hands cuffed behind her back, but this will help.”

Brett was fascinated and watched closely as Jill held the tray under Sara’s breasts and wrapped the strap around her back.

Jill: “Heather, can you hold this for a moment.”

Heather kept the front of the tray parallel to the ground and tightly pressed against the underside of Sara’s breasts while Jill guided the strap under Sara’s arms and buckled it in place. She then produced a thin chain which connected the front of the tray to the front D-ring of Sara’s collar. Surveying her handiwork, Jill tugged on the tray, but it held its position.

Jill: “Sara will follow you carrying the drinks. If any of my guests are sitting down, I expect you to squat low enough for them to get their drink off your tray. I want them to get a good view of your tits and when you walk away your ass. Be sure to give them the impression that they can have you if they play your cards right. A horny buyer always buys more merchandise.”

As Jill was finishing her instructions, the doorbell rang heralding the first arrivals. Jill and Heather left the kitchen to greet the guests while Sara and Brett remained in the kitchen. Brett could not stop staring at Sara as Sara tried to reassure her that she really did enjoy being Heather’s slave.

Within a short period of time, the living room was full of women and happy hour was in full swing. As instructed Brett took the drink orders and Sara brought the beverages to their new owners. Brett was sneaking peaks at Sara whenever she could as she mingled through the guests. She noticed several women taking advantage of Sara’s bound hands to grope her butt and rub her pussy lips. Brett began to get aroused as she pictured herself at the women’s mercy. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw one woman penetrate Sara with a finger.

Happy hour went on for about 45 minutes. As the guests became suitably tipsy, Brett saw Heather usher Sara downstairs. Brett served the remaining drinks herself as Jill told everyone it was time to move to the basement for the show.

Jill: “Brett will continue serving drinks if anyone gets thirsty, but I’m sure you are all anxious to see Sara in action, so let’s head downstairs.”

Brett stood behind and watched the women head out of the room. Her pussy was flowing due to the sexual charge in the air. She even contemplated heading to the washroom to masturbate.

Downstairs Heather had released Sara from her bondage and was helping her dress in her first outfit. By Sara’s new standards, it was very conservative. A simple lacy teddy, which served to hide her charms. Jill got everyone into viewing position and then announced Sara. Jill explained that she was now handing this new line of lingerie and Sara walked the catwalk like a professional model. Sara had no problems identifying which of the women were buyers and which would likely stick around to fuck her.

After two laps around the stage, Sara would disappear behind the curtain and Heather would help her quickly change into the next outfit. Sara would then return to the stage and Jill would tell the outfit’s story. Each time she changed, the outfit became more risqué and the sexier Sara felt and acted. If Jill wanted a sexy model, Sara was going to make sure she got it. By the end of the fashion show, Sara would have gladly laid on the stage and masturbated for the women. Watching from the back, Brett shared her feelings.

After Sara ran out of lingerie, Heather told her to take the stage naked. Jill was busy taking orders and seemed very happy. Sara wondered what would happen next. As she looked around the room, she saw Heather wheeling a large crate over to the stage. Heather asked another woman to help her lift it onto the stage where Heather positioned it in the center. Unhooking latch, Heather opened the top to reveal a treasure chest of sex toys. Sara drooled as she saw all manner of dildos, restraints, whips, vibrators, blindfolds, clips and gags. There were also cans which looked like paint cans, although Sara didn’t know what that was and a few other items she could not identify. Sara pussy quickly went into squish overdrive as she imagined the pleasures about to follow.

Jill finished taking the lingerie orders and a couple of the women went back upstairs. Jill then addressed the crowd.

Jill: “The lingerie is nice, but I know this is really what you all came here to see. Sara is a wonderful submissive who is enjoying every minute of serving you here tonight.”

As if to prove her point, Jill pushed two fingers easily into Sara’s pussy and wiggled them around a little before pulling them back out. Sara’s knees buckled just a little as Jill removed her invading digits and held her fingers aloft allowing Sara’s juices to glisten under the spotlights.

Jill: “As I was saying, Sara is enjoying herself and is happy to do whatever we ask of her. I think it will be helpful for you to understand our line of sex enhancers if you are able to see a demonstration. Heather, will you grab the bar stool that is sitting over by the wall?”

Sara watched as her mistress retrieved the stool which had a small round top. Heather brought the stool up on the stage and sat it next to Jill. Reaching into the chest of toys, Jill appeared to be searching for a specific item. Also Sara couldn’t see at first what she selected, Sara did notice a collective deep breath move through the guests. As Jill turned toward her, she was not surprised to see her holding a large dildo. Sara was a little surprised to see the base of the dildo was a sizeable suction cup and also included two oversized rubber testicles. Sara watched as Jill licked the suction cup and slammed the dildo onto the bar stool. The sounds of air rushing out from the base echoed through the room as the dildo now stood proudly and obscenely up from the stool.

Jill: “If you would be so kind, Sara, before you mount it, give the girls a little show and suck it for a while.”

Sara had certainly had enough cock sucking practice in the previous weeks and wasted no time beginning to blow the fake dick. Sara had little difficulty taking the phallus into her throat and stretching her mouth to accommodate its girth. Sliding the dildo back out of her mouth, Sara nibbled the head while stroking the shaft. This brought a round of applause from her audience. Sara was looking forward to receiving the order to mount the beast. She was bent over at the waist to get to the level of the dildo and began to waggle her butt in an effort to further appease the crowd. After a couple of minutes, Jill gave her the order to mount the beast. Between her saliva coating the dildo and the copious amount of fluid flowing from her pussy, Sara was easily able to slide down the dildo into position. Her legs straddled the stool and her feet were providing her support on the stool’s cross supports.

Jill: “As you can see, Sara is quite full. I’m sure she would give you an utterly fabulous show fucking herself right now, but I want to show you a few other items before that happens. Brett, could you help me?”

Brett sprung to the center of the stage where Jill handed her a wide leather strap. She instructed Brett to wrap it around Sara’s thighs and buckle her to the stool. Brett could feel the heat coming from between Sara’s legs as she positioned the belt and hooked it in place.

Jill: “Thank you Brett. Who wants to be next?”

A pudgy woman’s hand shot up and Jill asked her up on stage. Sara had not met the woman before. Jill reached back into her treasure box and produced a blindfold which was hastily attached to Sara’s head. Other women came on stage and Sara felt her arms being bound behind her and her ankles being bound to the stool. Sara also heard other items being removed from the box, but there was no additional contact. Sara wiggled her hips as best she could trying to gain pleasure from the dildo. Without warning, it sprung to life and began to vibrate. Sara squealed with delight as the sudden surprise, but just as quickly as it started, the vibrator went dormant.

Jill: “I’m sorry, I forgot to mention you are impaled on our new robo cock. I have a wireless remote which controls vibrations. I can make them constant, I can vary the speed, I can make it pulse and I can set it at random effect. In that mode, it will turn on for various amounts of time and with various actions. I have it set for short high speed bursts. That should help keep you on edge for a while.”

Jill laughed a sadistic laugh at Sara’s predicament.

Jill: “By the way everyone, a couple weeks ago Sara completed her first adult feature film submitting to Julie. We have advanced copies available today and production will be ready for your stores in about 2 more weeks.”

Sara pictured herself bound naked to the stool as people discussed her erotic film debut. She hoped the vibrator would turn on again soon. 

Jill: “As you can see, Sara has amazing breasts, to which I can personally attest enjoy being served by a talented mouth. Does anyone want to lick her nipples before we continue?”

Sara doubted the women would need to be asked twice. Her assumption was correct as she felt a different tongue begin to tease each of her nipples. Sara threw her head back and moaned as the vibrator suddenly sprung back to life. The mouths on her nipples retreated but were quickly replaced by a new set. Sara was praying she would be allowed to cum, although she new that was not the plan, leading her to groan in frustration as the vibration died away again. The tongues and the vibrator were doing their jobs and Sara could distinctly make out her arousal odor.

Several additional women took turns licking Sara’s nipples, although the vibrator did not go back on. Sara was beginning to sweat from the stimulation and the heat of the lights, a fact noticed by Jill.

Jill: “Before we continue, Sara looks like she needs to cool down a bit. Brett, can you run upstairs and get some ice?”

Brett: “No problem.”

Sara had no question about where the ice was going to contact her body. Jill asked the nipple lickers to stop and asked the crowd who would like to try the riding crop. In her mind, Sara pictured everyone in the group raising their hands. Sara sensed another person walking on the stage just before feeling the sting of a crop across her stomach. The snap was continued on both her butt cheeks, breasts and the soles of her feet. Sara’s overheating continued until she felt the first ice cube impact her clit. Sara howled and shook as the shock of frozen water traveled through her nervous system to her brain. She pleaded for mercy, but it was really for the benefit of the audience. She knew Jill wouldn’t stop and she really didn’t want her to. Sara’s nipples and asshole received the same ice treatment. Sara reacted noisily each time. As an ice cube was pressed against her backside, the vibrator sprung to life giving her a very unique sensation. Once again the vibrator quickly turned off as Sara’s need to orgasm had been dashed by the ice.

Jill: “Brett, if you would be so kind, can you mix another round of drinks for the ladies?”

Brett agreed and headed back upstairs. She wanted to take a more active roll in Sara’s degradation, but figured there would be a time for that later.

Satisfied that the ice had calmed Sara down, Jill moved on to her next demonstration. After using a towel to wipe Sara down, Jill reached into the box and removed the paint cans, a brush and a box of talcum powder.

Jill: “This is liquid latex. It is a very fun product. Essentially you brush it on the skin like paint and it quickly hardens to a skin fitting flexible coating. We’re going to make Sara a new bra.”

Sara had never used liquid latex before, although she had seen it on the shelf at The Vault.

Jill: “The first step is to apply talcum powder to the area you are going to paint. If you skip this step, removal of the latex is more difficult because it will grab onto the hair follicles. Of course, if that is your plan, that is fine, but since Sara has been such a good sport, we’ll save her the pain. Anyone interested in getting a good feel of Dr. Bonner’s latest creation, now is a good time.”

Sara sat passively as a parade of women took the opportunity to spread the talcum powder over her chest. As Jill’s insistence, they liberally coated her back, shoulders and sides where she would normally wear a bra. Jill shook up the green latex can and popped it open with a screwdriver. Handing the brush to the first woman, the sinuous liquid was delicately brushed onto her breasts. The tips of the brush tantalized Sara’s skin, although the latex itself had little sensation.

Jill: “Just coat her breasts with the green. I’m opening up some red for the rest.”

Sara sat helplessly as the woman took her task as seriously as an artist making sure her brush strokes lined up and the coating was even. She then moved back as another woman took a clean brush and the red can. She began by quickly working on Sara’s back and shoulders. Another woman took her sides and finally another woman with artistic desires carefully traced the green edge on her front.

Jill: “That will take a little while to dry. While we are waiting, please come to the back room where I have a surprise for you.”

Sara listened as the women walked out of the room. They shut the door leaving Sara alone, impaled on a teasing dildo, strapped to a barstool and with a multi-colored liquid latex crop top drying on her chest. Sara strained to hear what was happening. She could not hear any of the conversation, but occasionally she did hear the unmistakable of a whip followed by a whimper of a gagged woman. Sara wondered if Brett was serving as more than a bartender. The thought turned Sara on, but then she remembered Brett was upstairs fixing another round of drinks. The whipping didn’t last long, although Sara thought she could hear a muffled moan, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps her mind was just playing tricks on her as the vibrator continued its inconsistent stimulation.

Brett came down the stairs with tray of drinks surprised to find the room empty except for Sara.

Sara: “They are all through that door.”

Sara cocked her head to indicate the direction.

Brett: “Thanks Sara. You look great.”

Sara: “I really need to cum. Can you find the vibrator remote and turn it on full time?”

Brett looked around but didn’t see the remote.

Brett: “Sorry Sara, Jill must have taken it with. I better get these drinks to them.”

Brett wanted to leave, but the glossy latex on Sara’s breasts proved too hypnotic. Brett had never seen anything like it before and was drawn to exploring Sara’s new outfit. Brett gingerly touched one of Sara’s nipples sending a shiver through the bound woman.

Sara: “More. Please more.”

Brett opened her hand, stretching to fit it over the massive mammary trapped in front of her. But the latex wasn’t completely dry yet, so Sara’s breast now included a hand print of the insolent serving girl. Brett recoiled as soon as she touched the tacky substance, but the damage was done. There was no hiding the evidence. Without a word, Brett quickly tried to rub the remnants off her hand and then took the drink try into the other room.

The room was quiet for several additional minutes until the group returned from the other room. Jill removed Sara’s blindfold. Sara quickly appraised that the women seemed pleased by what they had seen and Jill appeared satisfied with what had transpired. Jill’s good mood would not last. See immediately spotted the hand print. With her back turned to the group, she winked at Sara and then turned to address the women.

Jill: “Somebody has taken liberties with Sara’s outfit. The fine application has been disfigured by someone who could not wait until it was dry to feel her up. Anybody wish to fess up?”

Initially there was no movement. Brett knew she was the only one out of the other room and knew Jill would eventually figure that out, so she raised her hand and confessed.

Jill: “Well Brett. I certainly understand why you would want to touch Sara, but I’m afraid your impatience has ruined my display. You have two choices. You can leave now or allow yourself to be punished.”




Sara's Training Ch. 08



Brett: “Punished?”

Jill: “You need to learn not to mess with other people’s property. I think a spanking is in order. Have you ever been spanked as an adult?”

Brett: “No.”

Jill: “Since you have added your hand print to our art, I think it is only fitting that we should add our hand print to your bottom. If you want to stay, you must take your clothes off and lay across each woman’s lap. They will each get one swat on each of your cheeks.”

Brett did not take long to decide. She didn’t want to leave and the thought of being spanked excited her. While she was disrobing, a folding chair was added to the stage. The chair was positioned facing Sara so when Brett submitted herself to the lap of a woman, she would be facing off the stage and into the crowd. Jill was first. As Brett took her position, Jill made sure to run a finger across her new conquest’s pussy lips.

Jill: “You seem intrigued. Ladies, this eager one’s pussy is damp, but not yet wet. My guess is by the time we are done, she’ll be leaking like a faucet.”

Jill gave Brett a sharp slap across her right butt cheek. Brett recoiled at the sudden jolt as her nerves fired a fast moving signal to her brain. Immediately her left cheek received the same treatment, although this time she noticed a slight warmth begin to spread through her pussy. Jill gave her a nudge indicating she should stand as another woman ascended the stage. Brett dutifully took her position and the woman ran her finger across Brett’s pussy much the same as Jill had done. The woman then added her hand prints to Brett’s upturned buttocks. The routine continued as each woman took a turn. Some fingered Brett more insistently and some spanked her harder but most seemed content to get a free feel of the young submissive.

Sara was watching Brett’s reactions carefully. She was tired of being split open by the teasing dildo and wanted a new stimulation. Although she disliked getting spanked, she longed for Jill’s touch and would gladly have accepted her hand.

After all of the women had their turn, Jill once again took the chair and indicated Brett should lie on her lap. Jill began a slow deliberate finger fuck of Brett’s now saturated pussy.

Jill: “You want to cum now don’t you?”

Brett: “Yes, God yes.”

Jill: “Yes what?”

Brett paused trying to think of the correct answer.

Brett: “Yes mam?”

Jill: “Close enough for now. We’ll work on that. I could bring you off very easily right now, but I need to demonstrate another new device. I think you would be the perfect model.”

Brett was confused and wiggled her butt a little hoping Jill would continue to minister to her pussy. Instead she received another spank on her ass.

Jill: “Don’t presume so much little one. I’m of a mind to send you home right now.”

Heather: “Come on Jill. She’s very green to all of this and we want to see the new machine.”

Jill: “Very well. Let’s all head back into the other room.”

Sara watched as the assembled crowd walked out of the room. She wondered just what Brett had agreed to demonstrate and wished she could switch places. Sara strained again to hear what was happening, aided this time by an open door. After a few minutes, she heard the unmistakable sound of a gushing pussy being slapped, although the timbre wasn’t quite right. The crowd began flowing back to Sara’s room and Heather switched on a wall mounted TV so everyone could watch the action.

Brett was securely fastened to a short bench, her legs and arms secured to the bench legs. In front of her was what Sara would learn was called a spanking machine. Jill explained she first saw the device on the fucking machines website and she had to have one. The spanking machine was essentially an inverted belt sander with ballistics gel hands attached to it. As the hand reached the end of the belt, it would swing downward and contact the user. There were six hands balanced around the belt so the next contact was never more than a few seconds away. The motor had an adjustable speed so the operator could control how frequent and how forceful the subject would be spanked.

Apparently taking Heather’s advice, Jill had positioned Brett so the hands were making direct contact with her pussy and clit, although it appeared to be set on a slow speed.

Jill: “We’ll let her simmer for a while. At that speed, she probably will not cum. After a while, she will be begging for us to give her a climax.”

The women looked approvingly at the screen and then at Sara.

Jill: “Speaking of climaxing, I think Sara deserves one about now. What say you slut?”

Sara: “I would love to cum now mam.”

Jill tossed the remote for the dildo to Heather while Sara looked at her mistress and pleaded with her eyes. With a smile, Heather turned the control up to full speed and Sara was off on like a rocket. The liquid latex did little to keep her breasts from moving around, although it shimmered in the light and they displayed a fascinating rhythm. Almost immediately Sara crashed through a soul satisfying orgasm which undoubtedly increased Jill’s sales.

Mistress Heather turned off the vibrator and helped untie her slave. Sara’s legs were still wobbly as she was positioned on a gym mat lying on the stage. Mistress Heather told her to maintain a spread eagle position, but did not restrain her. Sara knew this was a new test of her ability to follow orders.

In the back room, Brett was calling out for someone to increase the speed of the spanking machine. In anticipation of the next hand, Brett would raise her ass trying to increase the contact pressure if only a little bit. The women wondered how long Jill would let her whither, but there attention was short lived as Jill had another toy ready for Sara.

In her hand, Jill held two small tubes, about half an inch in diameter. At the top of the tube was a medical hose running to a valve and a squeeze ball.

Jill: “I present our new nipple stretcher. Heather, if you would peal the latex off of your slave’s nipples, I will demonstrate.”

Sara lay motionless as her mistress tore the liquid latex off the tips of her breasts. Again Heather smiled at Sara, pleased that she held her position. Jill walked over to Sara and knelt down. She motioned for one of the women to help her and licked the base of the first tube. Handing the squeeze ball to the woman, Jill positioned the tube over Sara’s nipple and held it tight against her skin. The woman began squeezing the ball drawing the air out of the tube and with it, Sara’s nipple. Sara looked down her chest to see her nipple being pulled up the tube and stretched to 3 or 4 times its normal length. Jill then turned a small dial located on the end of the tube sealing the pressure and removed the tube. She then repeated the process on the other nipple aided by a second woman. Sara watched as the blood trapped in her distended nipples turn dark red and angry looking. The pressure was exquisite. In her post orgasm high, the pain was melding with the freshly released endorphins giving her an intense buzz. 

Jill: “Sara, roll over and get on your hands and knees.”

Sara immediately complied and felt lubricating jelly being forced around her anus. She anticipated a butt plug or maybe a tail, but instead she felt a small cylindrical object being inserted into her. It was rough, not smooth like a plug or dildo.

Jill: “Hold that position. We need to finish up with Brett.”

Sara maintained her position on all fours as the object in her ass began to burn. She would later learn that Jill had placed a small piece of ginger in her ass. Sara didn’t know what she had done to earn this punishment, but her ass was on fire. Sara began to sweat and definitely did not feel the mix of pleasure that pain usually brought her.

Sara snuck a peak at the TV and watched as the spanking machine was sped up. Within moments, Brett’s body went over the edge convulsing in her first public orgasm. Jill turned off the machine and left Brett to recover on the bench in piece. Sara wondered if she would soon experience the same nipple and ass torture she was suffering or if that was the end of Brett’s evening.

Jill walked back into the room and explained Sara’s current predicament as she went. Sara wondered what the end game was as Jill went on to explain the last demonstration for the evening, Sara was going to get an enema.

Jill: “With her ass on fire, there is no way she will turn us down.”

Jill was right about that, Sara thought. Sara held her position while an IV stand was positioned behind her and Heather filled a bag with warm water.

Jill: “Sara will be taking about a quart of water. We’ll use a plug to make sure she holds in it long enough to clean her out. She will then walk slowly to the bathroom in the back room and release our treat. After she is clean, anyone who wishes to eat her ass is welcome to do so, but the show is over for the night.”

Sara was more than ready to douse the fire in her ass and welcomed Heather’s placement of the enema hose. Of course Jill made a show of not turning on the water right away until Sara begged her to do so. Once the warm water found its place, Sara initial relief was filled with extreme bloating as she strained to hold the water from spraying on the stage. Heather worked more of the enema tube up Sara’s ass and rubbed her buttocks in encouragement. Finally Sara had taken the whole bag.

Jill: “Shall we use another bag?”

Sara was silent, looking at Heather for direction.

Heather: “No, I think one is enough. Sara has been a good slave this evening. Let’s plug her up and take down the final product orders.”

Sara was never so relieved to have a large butt plug unceremoniously shoved up her ass. Sara continued to hold her position, the discomfort only slightly decreased by the knowledge that she would not spray before it was time. As Sara waited, Jill took the final orders. Sara would later learn that the night had been a complete success and that Jill had written more new business than at any other previous show. Eventually Jill led Sara back into the other room to discharge the enema. Sara noticed Brett sound asleep still tied to the bench and another woman curled up on the floor of a cage. She was dressed head to toe in a latex cat suit; the smooth lines only broken by a thick item protruding from her backside. Sara surmised this was the object of the whipping demonstration, now on-ice with a vibrator up her ass in preparation of the post-show party. Sara was shown the washroom and told to evacuate and return to the front room. She did as she was told, thankful to not have to hold the water any longer. 

Returning to the front of the basement, she saw the stage had been broken down and in its place was a large mattress. Smiling all around were all of the women who had made Sara’s life so wonderful the past few months. 

Mistress Heather: “None of Jill’s clients wanted to stay and eat your ass, but look who we found waiting upstairs.”

Sara scanned the room. Maggie, Andi and Emily from the Professional Woman store were there. Glenda the security guard and Susan the manager of Victoria Secret rounded out the mall contingent. Carey from the gym, Mandy from The Vault, Nicole from the hair salon and even Henrietta the state trooper were beaming back with pride at Sara. Conspicuously absent was Stephanie. Was she the girl in the cage?

Mistress Heather: “All of these women had a hand in your training and tonight we are going to celebrate. I still have a few things to teach you and certainly you will have some new experiences yet tonight, but think of it as a graduation and have fun. I love you.”

Sara: “Thank you mistress. One thing, though. Can you remove the nipple tubes?”

Mistress Heather: “Of course.”

Heather nodded to Jill who released the pressure valve. Sara felt a sense of relief as Jill pulled the tubes off her nipples, although they remained in their extended state.

Mistress Heather: “They kind of work like a penis pump. It will take a while for them to return to their normal size. In the meantime, I think you will find them highly sensitive.”

Sara cautiously rubbed her fingertips over the tips of her nipples. A shock of pure pleasure flowed through her entire body. She looked up at her mistress with an expression of pure delight, ready to begin her next adventure.

Jill: “Sara, we have a few things planned for you. I have two more new apparatuses I want to show off and I need your help. The first one is kind of scary, but I assure you it will do you no harm. Do you trust me?”

Sara: “Of course mam. What do I need to do?”

Jill: “First, Julie has a present for you.”

Julie stepped forward with a box, tastefully gift wrapped with a large bow. Sara carefully cut the paper using her fingernail, although she wanted to tear the package to shreds. Inside was a purple latex cat suit similar to the one Julie wore in their movie. Sara began to tear up recognizing the symbolism of Julie accepting her more as an equal than a slave. As a group, the women helped tear the liquid latex of Sara’s body and replace it with the cat suit. Sara felt a sensuality she had never experienced before as she ran her hands all over the smooth material.

Jill: “You look great Sara. This is where things get a little weird.”

Sara looked on as a clear Plexiglas box. It was shaped like a coffin which Sara did not like one bit.

Jill: “Don’t worry Sara. I know what it looks like, but everything is going to be fine.”

Sara nodded. She trusted Jill and Mistress Heather was there to protect her, but still, she had to fight to keep her apprehension at bay. Heather and Jill went into the back room as Sara stood and stared at the box. Maggie and Andi came onto the stage and began rubbing their hands all over Sara’s body. They complemented Sara on her new look, amazed at the transformation. Their knowing hands quickly relaxed Sara who began to luxuriate in their touch. So engrossed in their hands that she didn’t notice their arrival, suddenly Heather and Jill were standing next to Sara while holding four large buckets. Sara watched as Jill set down her buckets and then removed a generous sized purple strap-on from the toy box. 

Sara stood motionless as Jill attached the strap-on to Sara’s pelvis. The bottom was rounded to give Sara extra simulation, a fact she quickly noted and appreciated. Jill then checked the fit on the cat suit making sure there were no wrinkles and that all of Sara’s hair was protected by the hood. She then told Sara to lie down in the box.

Sara did as she was told, her anxiety level growing stronger again.

Jill: “Just relax. Keep your arms at your sides and your legs together.”

Heather picked up the first bucket and poured a thick hazy liquid over Sara’s legs. It was very warm, but not hot. She then poured the next bucket along Sara’s hips and the retreated, buckets in tow, to the back room. Jill repeated the process moving up Sara’s torso and then also headed to the back room.

The warmth of the goo spread quite pleasantly over Sara’s body. She was glad she had just gone to the bathroom and figured she would be in this box for quite a while. The goo began to solidify slightly as Jill and Heather returned each with two more buckets. This time Jill covered Sara’s legs and waist completely. Only the top eight inches of the dildo was spared. Heather took more care pouring the goo around Sara’s head and chest. By the time she was finished, the liquid covered Sara’s body almost to her ears, but left her face and the peaks of her breasts exposed.

Jill: “We have just filled the box with the same ballistics gel I used to make the hands on the spanking machine. You have become a human mold. Over the next hour or so, it will solidify into a strong, yet flexible bond so just relax.”

Relax, yeah right, Sara thought. Already the solidifying had begun, and coupled with the weight of the gel itself, Sara found it difficult to move. Sara tried shutting her eyes and breathing deeply so ease her anxiety, but was snapped back to reality by the sounds of moaning women to her right. Sara’s head was locking into place and she couldn’t see what was happening in the rest of the basement, but the aroma and sounds of lesbian sex was filling the room. Sara could tell that several of the women were being serviced orally and that some were using vibrators. She wished she could see what was happening and tried to count down the hour until her mold had hardened. About 45 minutes into the orgy around her, Mistress Heather appeared in her field of view. She leaned over Sara’s head mashing her breasts into Sara’s face.

Heather was rocking back and forth and swearing like a sailor as an unknown, at least to Sara assailant plumbed her from behind. Sara tried to catch one of her mistress’ nipples in her mouth, but had little success. Heather was bucking wildly, oblivious to Sara’s pitiful attempt to suckle her breast. With a final cry of pleasure, Heather straightened up and came. She reached over her head to grab her partner behind her neck and she arched her back in an inverted ‘C’. She then walked away from Sara without saying a word. 

Sara was more than ready for whatever was going to happen to happen. True to her word, Jill appeared exactly an hour after they finished pouring the gel into the box. She had the look of a woman freshly fucked and looked radiant to Sara. Jill looked down at Sara and smiled. She then proceeded to unclip the clasps holding the sides of the box together. In less than 30 seconds, the side panels had been removed and Sara’s gel coffin became free standing. It jiggled as Jill pushed it with her foot, but it remained true to its shape.

Heather now appeared with Brett in tow. Sara recognized the look on Brett’s face. Her mouth had obviously been used for the last hour to give oral favors to the group. She looked tired and desperate for her own satisfaction. Sara knew this look well having been there herself on many occasions.

Heather: “Brett is a little horny right now, Sara. If you could feel her pussy, you would know how wet she is. She told me she would do anything to cum right now and I want her to put on a little show. We saw her first public cum on TV, but now I want to see the second one live.”

Jill took Brett’s hand and led her to the dildo protruding from Sara’s motionless form. Brett wasted no time straddling Sara and settling down onto the phallus. From the look on her face, Sara surmised she had never had that much cock filling her slut hole. Brett began to ride Sara, the forgiving nature of the gel providing a shock absorber effect and was helping to rebound her back up after finishing her stroke. The nub on the bottom of the dildo was hitting Sara hard. She knew she could cum if Brett kept the pace up. As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry. Heather had retrieved a crop from the back room and was slowly drawing it across Brett’s back.

Heather: “Keep galloping slut or I will have to persuade you.”

Brett needed little encouragement. She couldn’t have stopped now even if she was ordered. She was close to a massive orgasm. The dildo was hitting all of the right spots and she relentlessly pounded herself up and down the shaft. All of a sudden Brett felt a feeling she had never felt before and she squirted for the first time in her life. A think stream of girl cum shot from her pussy as she bottomed out the dildo arching in a stream soaking Sara’s head and the top of the gel form. Brett screamed in delight loud enough to wake the dead then collapsed in a heap, passed out from the experience. She slid off the dildo and onto the floor, the dildo exiting her well used pussy with a vociferous plop.

Heather: “My my. Now that is what I call an orgasm. Who is next?”

Immediately Andi raised her hand followed closely behind by Maggie. 

Andi: “Can we share her?”




Sara's Training Ch. 09



After Jill's party, things started to calm down a bit for Sara. She still saw Heather every Wednesday and still made enough little mistakes for Heather to find a reason to punish her every time they met. The Vegas trip for the Mistress / Slave ball was fast approaching. One Wednesday, after Sara had finished servicing her mistress with her tongue, Heather announced they were heading to the tattoo parlor. Sara had totally forgotten that her mistress had mentioned her intentions to have Sara marked. Heather dressed Sara in her SLUT t-shirt and a short skirt and headed to a tattoo parlor near The Vault. Sara was happy to find a woman sitting behind the counter. She wasn't keen on getting a tattoo, but at least she would not have some greasy slime ball ogling her while it happened. Heather obviously knew the tattoo artist. "Is there anyone she doesn't know?" thought Sara.

Sara expected to look through a sample book and pick her tattoo's style. Of course Heather had other ideas and Sara was whisked into one of the parlor's back rooms without any fanfare. Heather told Sara to drop her skirt and lose her underwear. She then lay down on a table similar to a massage table, her buttocks raised for easy access. Sara shivered as she felt her mistress' finger begin to gingerly manipulate her pussy as the tattoo artist prepared her tools. Sara wasn't sure what to expect as she had never been tattooed before. She had heard stories and expected a great deal of pain. Surprisingly, the needle was not as excruciating as she expected. Sara didn't rate the experience as pleasant, but it wasn't that bad either. Sara received two tattoos, one on each butt cheek. She could tell they were both hearts and had what felt like letters, but she was unable to decipher the words. After the artist was done, she took a couple of pictures for her scrap book and carefully applied a bandage over each new work of art. Heather then told Sara to get up and get dressed.

Sara: "Are you going to tell me what is on my ass?"

Mistress Heather: "Not just yet. The bandages need to stay on for a few days. Come by the house on Saturday and we'll have an unveiling."

Sara was disappointed. She wanted to see her brand. When she got home she contemplated removing the bandage herself, but quickly dismissed disobeying her mistress' instructions. Her ass was sore and Sara tried to avoid sitting. Sara woke on Saturday filled with anticipation. Her mistress had not instructed her what time to arrive at the house, but she couldn't wait and went over at 9am. Heather heard the doorbell ring. She was awake, but not really moving too fast. She had been partying late into Friday night. Stephanie was over cleaning the house and had made coffee, but Heather wasn't ready to deal with Sara just yet. Sara remained kneeling on the garage floor waiting for her mistress for over an hour. After her coffee, Heather had taken a shower but not yet dressed. She slipped on a short silk robe just covering her private parts by a matter of inches. Retrieving Sara from the garage, Heather led her into the house. Sara, sore from holding her presentation position for so long, was nonetheless enthralled by how the robe clung to her mistress' curves. 

Heather led Sara into the family room and instructed her to kneel on the couch facing over the back. She then called her husband and Stephanie into the room. Sara felt completely objectified as Heather began pulling down her pants and then her panties. Whatever was now on display met with approval from the onlookers who both commented on what a fine choice Heather had made. But still, nobody would tell Sara what her tattoos looked like. Heather and her husband walked out of the room as Stephanie moved in for a closer look. She gently caressed Sara's butt and told the older woman how much she admired her for allowing her mistress to brand her.

Heather returned with a digital camera and took three pictures. The first was a wide shot of Sara's ass. The second was a close up of each tattoo. Heather then told Sara to get dressed and go home. Sara protested but was silenced by the threat of a spanking on her still tender butt. 

Mistress Heather: "I know you are curious. I'll email you the pictures later today."

Sara was disappointed. Not only did she not find out any information about the tattoos, but she also did not have any sex. For the first time in many weeks, Sara began to have doubts about her future with Mistress Heather. On her way home, Sara drove to The Vault hoping to find Mandy. As luck would have it, both she and Steve were working that morning.

Mandy: "Hi Sara. Long time no see. Here for another ride on the Sybian?"

Sara: "I would love one, but I'm really here to find out what's tattooed on my ass."

Sara watched as Mandy clicked on the intercom.

Mandy: "Steve to the front desk. Steve to the front desk. Heather marked another one."

Sara definitely didn't like the sound of that. The two women waited for several minutes, but Steve didn't show up.

Mandy: "I last saw him heading into booth 1 so he might be a while. Let's look at your new artwork."

Sara turned and started walking toward the dressing rooms.

Mandy: "Where are you going? I can't leave the register. Show me here."

Sara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she turned and walked back to the counter. Several customers had taken note of what was going on and gathered to watch as Sara dropped her pants and bent over. She heard several ooohs and aaahs, but still nobody would spill the beans.

Sara: "You're not going to tell me are you?"

Mandy: "No, but I was serious about letting you use the Sybian."

Sara (dejected): "No thanks. My mistress is going to email me pictures. I'd better get home and wait for them."

Mandy: "That sounds like a good plan. Don't ever disobey your mistress."

Sara left the store and headed home, hoping an email would be waiting for her. Logging into her PC, Sara was giddy with anticipation, but there were no new messages. Sara wondered why her mistress was teasing her in this way. She sat patiently at the computer waiting for an email. After about half an hour, her inbox sprang to life. Attached to an email from her mistress was a single picture. Giddily Sara opened the jpeg. The image was the wide shot Heather had taken showing both tattoos; however some of the text has been digitally removed. On her left cheek was a red heart outline with the word "Frank's." On her right cheek, a similar heart with the word "Heather's."

At the bottom of the email, Heather wrote instructions commanding Sara to play with herself and send a summary of her emotions back after she had orgasmed. Sara interpreted that to mean she would not be receiving the tattoo close-ups until after she acquiesced to her mistress' latest command. Sara was happy to pleasure herself. This was one command she loved to obey. Sara figured the quicker she could cum, the quicker she could see the pictures of her ass. The thought of looking in the mirror for herself never entered her mind. She wanted to please Heather and vigorously began rubbing her clit and dipping her fingers into her slick pussy. Sara was thinking about her new adventure to Las Vegas, now just weeks away, and imagining what Heather would command her to do. Quickly Sara approached orgasm only to be disrupted by another email from Heather. This one was simply four letters: STOP.

Sara didn't want to hold back. She was desperately close, but knew her pleasure would be greater if she obeyed her mistress. Swiftly Sara penned an email to Heather describing the frustration she was feeling at being told to stop. She hoped her candor would bring an orgasmic reward. What returned was another picture. Sara opened the image and saw that her left butt check would forever more broadcast that she was "Frank's loving wife." Sara smiled. She was expecting much worse and promptly sent her mistress an email saying so.

Heather responded almost immediately with another command to masturbate, but not to cum. She told Sara to send an email begging her to allow orgasm when she was at the precipice. Sara knew this game well. Her mistress would keep her on the edge but not allow her to go over it until she was satisfied. Again Sara began rubbing her pussy and again it did not take long before she was hanging on the edge waiting for her mistress' approval to orgasm. Sara typed an email as she had been instructed, only she kept one hand busy with her pussy and typed with the other. She hoped her mistress would get the message soon. 

Sara kept slowly diddling her clit, further teasing herself, while waiting for Mistress Heather's response. Sara felt like she couldn't hold out much longer, her body tensed for a massive release. Sara had grown to love this feeling and knew her mistress could get her to do anything by simply controlling how and when she orgasmed. Finally her inbox chimed. Another message from Heather had arrived along with another picture. The instruction was simple... "Open the picture and then cum."

Sara read the sentence twice to make sure she didn't mistake instructions. With her left hand's fingers pushing their way into her steaming pussy, Sara double clicked on the jpeg with her right. As expected, the picture was of her second tattoo. As a complement to "Frank's loving wife," Sara was now also branded as "Heather's loving slave." The simple phrase filled Sara's heart with joy and her fingers quickly pushed her over the edge. Sara's world exploded as her orgasm overtook her body. Sara's right hand gripped the chair armrest to steady herself as she shook and moaned through a most satisfying climax. Minutes later she was finally able to recompose herself and she send Heather a simple message. "Thank You."

Sara waited for a reply, but none was forthcoming. Worn out from her experience, Sara took to her bed for a brief nap. She loved her tattoos as they showed off the dichotomy of her emotions. The locations were perfect as only a lover would see them, unless of course, she was ordered to expose herself. That thought was delicious as Sara hoped others would soon see her new body art.

The remaining time before the Vegas trip flew by. Heather taught Sara a few last minute lessons and it was time to go. Sara was nervous, but excited. She had never spent an entire weekend with her mistress and wondered if she was up to the task. She knew how much success at the Mistress / Slave Ball meant to Heather and wanted to be sure she pleased Heather. Sara had been instructed to pack light. Very light. In fact, except for the clothes on her back, she had been instructed to bring only a small carry-on. The list of items she was to bring was very specific. 

1) Driver's license 2) Ear plugs 3) Sleep mask 4) Romance novel 5) Digital camera

Equally specific was Heather's instructions on what to wear. Surprisingly, Sara wasn't told to dress slutty. At least not outwardly. Heather commanded Sara to wear her most supportive black bra with nipple cutouts. Sara worried that the underwire would set off the metal detector, but she couldn't let her monsters free for that long, so she figured she would risk it. Over her pussy, Sara was instructed to wear a matching black thong. Outwardly, Heather directed Sara to wear a sheer white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show a fair amount of cleavage, "for the benefit of the TSA" and her tightest blue jeans. Finally a pair of 4 inch stiletto heels completed her outfit.

Sara looked at the reflection in the mirror. She looked great and she knew it. The heels toned her legs and kept her ass high and tight in the jeans. The bra was visible through the blouse's thin fabric and her nipples, clearly visible, betrayed her excitement of finally leaving. Sara knew her pussy would be soaked by the time her mistress arrived to pick them up for the airport. She hoped Heather would grant her sexual relief before the flight left instead of making her wait until they reached sin city.

Frank and Sara waited for the limo to arrive and take them to the airport. Frank had a managed to pack in a single carry-on figuring he just needed a couple changes of clothes. They were ready half an hour before Mistress Heather was scheduled to pick them up and the anticipation built as the minutes ticked off the clock. Sara was full of nervous energy and spent the time pacing back and fourth. Frank was enjoying the vision of sexual energy his wife was displaying. Even though he knew he would not be seeing much of her in Vegas, he was still looking forward to the trip. Sara's activities gave him free reign to act single again and the promised inclusion of Stephanie to the trip to look after his needs was very motivating.

Finally the limo arrived. It was a large, white stretch limo. Sara and Frank each carried their carry-on bags to the waiting car, a great adventure about to begin. The driver opened the trunk and placed their bags inside. Frank noted that there were two other carry-ons in the otherwise large empty trunk. The driver then opened the passenger door and the couple slid onto the seat. Both were surprised that Mistress Heather was not present. However Stephanie was there and so was Andi. Both were dressed to the nines and looked stunning, their youthful beauty and sexual charms on display for the world to see. Both girls seemed excited to see Sara and Frank and giddy to finally be going to Vegas.

The ride to the airport was uneventful. Karen spent most of the time staring out the window daydreaming while Frank spent most of the time staring at the girls undressing them with his eyes. The limo dropped them off on the departures level and the foursome stood in a blissfully short line to check in. Frank was somewhat surprised that he and Sara were not seated together. On the plus side, although he had a middle seat, it was between Andi and Stephanie. Based on the assigned seat, Sara was seated in First Class.

Sara looked at Frank's watch and noted they had an hour to get through security before the plane would start boarding. She still had not seen her mistress. One thing she had learned in her time with Heather was to go with the flow. Everything happens for a reason. The foursome began walking to the security checkpoint. With every step Sara took, her jeans rubbed the front of her thong in a most pleasant way. She could feel the eyes of horny business men undressing her. Her mind kept racing forward to the reason for the trip and her pussy began to drip. Sara knew the thong would not be able to hold back her juices and that her pants would soon be scented with her arousal. She hoped there would be time to visit the bathroom after they got through security to clean up.

Sara was relieved to see the security line was not too long. In fact, it only took 15 minutes to wind through the line. Sara was relieved her mistress had not ordered her to wear anything which would give the TSA a reason to search her, except possibly her own decision to wear an underwire bra. Sara knew her carry on would offer little viewing pleasure to the X-ray screener. As she moved through the metal detector, a nervous bead of sweat appeared on her forehead. The man controlling the machine looked a little creepy and was focusing his attention on Sara's chest instead of her face. Sara figured he might hassle her just for fun or to run the hand held detector over her bulging mammaries.

Fortunately for Sara, the sensitivity of the detector had been turned down and she breezed through the machine, as did Frank, Stephanie and Andi. Sara had been so transfixed on the creepy machine operator she did not notice the X-ray woman giving Stephanie a knowing smile about the contents of her bag. 

The group now moved down a corridor toward their gate. Sara was looking for a bathroom so she could dry her leaking pussy. Stephanie was looking for one, but for a different reason. Sara excused herself as they passed the first lady's room and Stephanie followed her in. Andi stayed outside with Frank, hanging on his arm like an infatuated co-ed. Frank was enjoying the looks the other older men in the terminal were giving him. As the girls entered the bathroom, Stephanie grabbed Sara's arm. 

Stephanie: "Heather gave me a note for you. They are instructions for the flight."

Stephanie handed Sara the hand written note. The paper had been doused with Heather's favorite perfume. Sara inhaled the fragrance, blissfully unaware of the strange sight she was presenting.

Mistress Heather: "My dearest slut slave. By now you are in the airport terminal and it is time for the games to begin. I'm sure your pussy is already wet, but I want to be sure you are properly primed for your arrival in Vegas. I have taken an earlier flight to better prepare for your arrival. Stephanie will give you four additional items you are to wear for the duration of the flight. When you arrive, there will be a limo waiting for you at the airport. It will drop your traveling companions at their hotel and then bring you to me. Enjoy the flight. Love your Mistress. P.S. Don't cum or you will be punished."

Sara grinned as she read the note and then looked up at Stephanie who had a hand in her carry-on. Sara watched as Stephanie pulled out a medium sized butt plug and a butterfly vibrator. She handed the two items to Sara and then fished out to elastic nipple bands and a small tube of KJ jelly. "At least she's giving me some lube," Sara thought.

Sara turned and walked into a stall just as the bathroom door opened again. Safe from prying eyes, Sara pulled down her pants. Taking the opportunity to relieve herself, Sara prepared the butt plug while doing her business. She was thankful Stephanie did not give her the big plug, but at the same time sitting for four hours with the hunk of plastic up her ass was not going to be pleasant. After stalling as long as she dared, Sara carefully inserted the plug. She then wrapped the butterfly around her waist positioning the vibrating nub on her clit. She knew from experience that they butterfly was remote controlled. She wondered how much range the transmitter carried and whether Stephanie could control it from the back of the plane.

Satisfied that her two new toys were in position, Sara pulled her pants back up. The tightness of the jeans held the toys in position. Sara now slipped off her blouse. Her nipples had been hard since she slipped on her bra so she thought the bands were a bit redundant, but she wasn't about to question her mistress' orders. She double wrapped the bands around the base of her nipples. An immediate swell of pain filled her breasts, quickly replaced by a dull ache. Like the butt plug and butterfly, Sara had worn the bands for multiple hours at a time. Each new item individually might have been pleasant, but together, Sara knew the flight would be torture. 

Sara slipped her blouse back on and walked out of the stall. Stephanie was gone. Sara washed her hands and checked how she looked in the mirror. None of the toys were visible under her clothes, but the simple act of submission to a mistress currently located in another state made Sara's pussy pulsate. Sara left the bathroom and began walking to the gate. Each step was an adventure in pleasure. Suddenly the butterfly sprung to life. Sara's first reaction was to stop walking and lean on a newspaper vending machine. Her second reaction was to look around for Stephanie. Sara struggled with her emotions as she desperately fought back the urge to cum. She didn't see Stephanie anywhere and was sure the gate was well out of range of the remote control.

As quickly as the butterfly had started, it now stopped. Sara was sure it would start again as soon as she started walking, the controls in the hands of a sadistic woman or perhaps her husband. The vibration did not return, however, and Sara made it to the proper gate only tormented by the plug filling her ass. Frank, Stephanie and Andi were all sitting waiting for the boarding call. Nobody commented on Sara's current state as they engaged in small talk waiting for boarding to begin. Frank, Stephanie and Andi were staying at the MGM Grand. Stephanie told the group Heather had arranged for a two bedroom villa. One had a king bed for fucking and one had two queen beds for sleeping. Frank was obviously excited at the prospects of having two sexy young girls attending to his needs and desires. Sara noticed that he kept moving his eyes back and forth between the girls and that his cock was showing signs of life in his pants. Heather had also procured show tickets and admission passes to several dance clubs. Sara chuckled to herself that Frank would never be able to keep up with the girls.




Sara's Training Ch. 09



The boarding announcement saw Sara going first due to her priority seating location. She gave each of the members of her party a kiss and headed up the gangway. While Frank watched his wife's ass swaying through the gate, Stephanie explained why she had a hitch in her step. 

Frank: "I'm sure she will have a memorable trip. I think we will too. Shall we go?"

Stephanie / Andi: "As you wish sir."

The second bordering call was for the back 10 rows of the plane. Frank and the girls grabbed their bags and headed to the door. Once on the plane, they found Sara sitting in the last row of first class. She was fidgeting trying to find a more comfortable angle to sit on the plug. Frank smiled as he passed and the two girls blew her a kiss. Sara began to relax and luxuriate in the extra wide leather seat. She could definitely get accustomed to traveling this way. Back in the cattle car section, Frank found their row and let Andi slide into the window seat. Frank then slid into the center seat taking time to raise the arm rests before he sat down. Finally Stephanie sat down. The three of them had enough room to be comfortable, but not much room to move around. Frank was thankful that if he had to be crammed into the seats, at least he was crammed in between two hot co-eds.

Back in first class, Sara did not have that problem. She had room to spare. Nobody had taken the seat next to her and she began to think the seat may remain empty. Sara perused the in flight magazine noting what movies were available on the personalized seat video. An attractive flight attendant appeared and offered her a complimentary glass of champagne before takeoff. Sara joyfully accepted. This was the way to fly.

The parade of tourists continued to the back of the plane. There was one other couple in first class sitting across the aisle and a row in front of Sara. They too were sipping champagne. Sara detected a definite air of jealousy from the people walking down the aisle who would be asked to pay for soft drinks and a bad sandwich after takeoff. Sara didn't care. She was busy trying to distract her mind from the dull ache in her pussy and tits. She was sure the vibrator would turn on any moment.

The flight attendants were trying to herd the masses to their seats so the plane could push back from the gate when a stern looking older woman stepped on board. Sara guessed the woman was in her mid-50's. She was impeccably dressed in a suit and carried a wheeled travel bag. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and she wore black rimmed glasses. Karen though she looked like a mean school teacher. She handed her carry-on to the flight attendant who quickly stored the bag in a hatch in the front of the plane. Sara thought that was odd and had a puzzled look on her face as the woman sat down next to her. She was all business storing a small purse and book in the seatback, fastening the seatbelt and then holding her hand up for the glass of champagne. Without waiting to be asked, the flight attendant had the glass ready and waiting and then retreated to seal the cabin door. 

The woman drank the champagne as the flight attendant began her safety speech. The attendant kept looking at the woman for approval, although making eye contact with the four first class passengers was not a challenge. Sara felt the plane being pushed back from the gate. As soon as the safety speech was finished, the attendant retrieved the four glasses and prepared for takeoff. Sara kept sneaking peeks at the woman wondering if she was a frequent flyer since the flight attendant obviously knew her. The woman finally took notice and introduced herself.

Woman: "Hi. My name is Roxy."

Sara: "Hi Roxy. I'm Sara. Do you know that flight attendant?"

Roxy (chuckling): "Yes Sara, I do. I'm one of the flight attendant instructors for this airline. Peggy was one of my best students. I guess she is trying to do everything right on this flight to look good."

Sara: "She certainly does look good."

Roxy looked at Sara wondering if the double meaning of the statement was an accident. 

Sara: "I meant, she has been very attent..."

Just then the butterfly turned on again causing Sara to stammer and lose her place. Fortunately with the ambient noise level in the cabin being what it is, the quiet buzz of the vibrator was inaudible.

Roxy: "Are you alright dear?"

Sara: "I'm fine. Sorry about that. I'm always nervous when I fly and I just got caught up."

Sara tried to sound convincing hoping to placate the older woman.

Roxy: "I understand. Lots of people get nervous when they fly. Just sit back and try to sleep away the flight. Peggy, can you get Sara a blanket?"

Peggy appeared with a soft blanket, much nicer than the typical coach blanket, Sara thought. 

Roxy: "Oh, and a pillow too."

Peggy walked away but quickly returned with the requested item. Sara sat passively by as Roxy slid the pillow behind her head and then wrapped the towel around her body. The woman was so forward and assertive Sara though she might cop a feel, but to Sara's chagrin, she just placed the blanket loosely over Sara's body.

Roxy: "There. Now after we take off, you just recline and try to relax. Peggy will be back with more champagne and we will try to help you enjoy your flight.

Sara: "Thank you Roxy. I must say I've never had service like this on an airplane before."

Roxy: "Just don't sit in coach." She said with a smile.

The plane began to roll down the runway and was soon airborne and winging its way west. As soon as the plane leveled off, Peggy brought two more glasses of champagne to the other couple in first class and then returned with two for Roxy and Sara.

Roxy: "Please bring the bottle Peggy. Sara is nervous about flying."

Sara looked inquisitively at Roxy. Was she trying to get her drunk or did she really think the alcohol would help her relax. Before Sara had a chance to fully work through her thoughts, the butterfly sprung to life. Sara tensed and then bit her lip trying to no show any response. Roxy began watching intently further causing Sara discomfort. Peggy returned with the bottle and made no attempt to hide the fact that she was watching Sara's pendulous breasts begin to heave. A slight bead of perspiration began to form on Sara's forehead and she prayed the butterfly would turn off soon.

Roxy: "Thank you Peggy. I'll let you know if we need anything else."

Peggy: "Yes mam."

Sara's mind was a blur. The butterfly had turned off as Roxy was speaking. Sara was slightly disoriented, but she thought she heard a measure of submission in Peggy's voice. Sara dismissed her wild thought as a consequence of the torture happening between her legs and on her nipples.

Sara once again thanked Roxy for her kind words of encouragement and snuggled down into the seat to try and sleep. Just as she was about to pass into the realm of slumber, the butterfly began buzzing once again. Sara jumped at the shock suddenly remembering where she was. A smiling Roxy asked if she was ok and then handed her another glass of champagne. Sara feigned that a chill had run through her body and quickly downed the contents of the glass. There was a slightly bitter taste to the champagne. Sara looked back at Roxy who had picked up a folder and was looking at some paperwork. Sara once again slumped back into the seat and was soon fast asleep.

Roxy and Peggy surveyed their handiwork. Roxy had dissolved a low grade tranquilizer into Sara's last glass of champagne. It was enough to get her to fall asleep quickly, but would wear off soon so they had to move fast. The other couple in first glass received a larger dose. They would sleep at least a couple of hours and hopefully until they reached Vegas.

Peggy made sure the curtain between first class and coach was secure. She had peaked into the other cabin making eye contact with Lynn, another flight attendant who would keep an eye out for anyone trying to move forward to use the bathroom. 

Every carefully, Roxy pulled off the blanket covering Sara and then began to unbutton her blouse. With an extremely delicate touch, Roxy was able to unbutton the entire blouse and pull it to the side without awakening the slumbering Sara. From experience, Roxy knew the longer they could keep Sara from waking, the deeper she would fall asleep and the less subtle they would need to be. 

Next, Roxy unsnapped Sara's jeans. They were so tight, Roxy worried she would not be able to get them off. Out of a sense of caution, Roxy simply unzipped the pants and then went back to work on Sara's blouse. Hoping Sara was suitably asleep, Roxy pulled her forward out of the seat. From the row behind, Peggy took Sara's blouse and carefully removed it. While Roxy continued to hold the sleeping woman, Sara's bra was quickly removed and a plastic security tie was wrapped around her wrists. Roxy allowed Sara to slump back onto the seat. She was clearly out now and the final preparations for their game could continue. 

Roxy knelt down between the seats and removed Sara's shoes and then began working her pants over her hips. Soon Sara was sitting in the chair wearing only a thong and a contented smile. The thong was much easier than the pants to remove leaving Sara naked with her hands tied behind her back. Sitting back up to admire her work, Roxy ran her hand up Peggy's leg and under her skirt. She easily slid a finger into Peggy's womanhood. Peggy had been Roxy's slave ever since she almost washed out of flight attendant school and needed "special" training from her instructor. Peggy was never allowed to wear panties and was required to masturbate in the lavatory of each flight. Peggy relished having her mistress on this flight and ground her mound against Roxy's hand. Unbeknownst to Sara, Roxy and Peggy had met Heather at last year's convention. Both dominants had enjoyed the services of Peggy and this year Heather promised to return the favor. Once Roxy found out Sara's name, it was a simple matter to find what flight she was on and arrange the assigned seats to her advantage.

Roxy: "Can you believe Heather found a woman like this?"

Peggy: "She looks amazing. Who do you think did her tits?"

Roxy: "Heather said she was sending her to Dr. Bonner. I think Heather is really out to win this year."

Peggy: "She still has to get through us."

Roxy: "True. Let's only hope she's all tits and no training. Get my bag."

Peggy retrieved her mistress' bag from the storage locker. She also checked on the other first class couple to make sure they were sleeping soundly. She brought the bag back to Roxy who pulled out a sliver vibrator, a blindfold, and a set of nipple clamps. She also had a digital camera. She wanted Heather to see just how easy it was to get into Sara's pants. Roxy slipped the blindfold on Sara, removed the nipple bands and then clipped on the nipple clamps. The sudden jolt of pain in her right nipple caused Sara to jump and begin to wake up. Roxy watched as Sara rocked her head, probably still thinking she was asleep since she couldn't see anything. By the time Roxy attached the clamp to her left nipple, Sara was definitely awake and struggling against her bonds until she heard a reassuring voice whispering in her ear.

Roxy: "Relax slut and enjoy the rest of your flight."

Sara was confused, but her libido quickly took control as she felt the vibrator slide under the butterfly. The air was heavy with her arousal as Roxy slid the metallic toy into her pussy. Involuntarily Sara began humping the invader. She was far too gone to worry about disobeying her mistress' order not to cum or who might be watching her fuck herself. Sara felt Roxy turn on the vibrations which kicked her lust into a higher gear. At the same time, the butterfly began buzzing her clit again and Sara exploded into an instant orgasm. Sara's mind raced with visions of her mistress punishing her for cumming and that only made her orgasm stronger and last longer. By the time she calmed down, the edge of her seat was soaked with her juices and her body was covered in sweat.

As she began to calm down, Sara felt the clamps being removed from her nipples. Although she had been trained not to talk in these situations, Sara felt compelled to thank Roxy for her orgasm. Roxy assured her she would have ample opportunity to thank her.

Sara sensed Roxy, or whoever was sitting next to her, stand up. She then felt two hands tugging at her shoulders indicating she should do the same. Sara was ushered into the aisle. Sara now began to worry as there were not too many places she could go in private on a plane. She felt herself being guided forward and correctly assumed she was being taken into the bathroom. Sara was pushed down onto the toilet seat and immediately felt her head being drawn forward and her mouth placed on a waiting pussy.

As skilled as Sara had become in the oral arts, the quickly moistening pussy being fed to her was still impatient. The owner held Sara's head in a death grip getting as much stimulation from rubbing on Sara's face as from Sara's tongue. Sara had not heard pants being removed so she assumed she was servicing Peggy. Based on her aggressive actions, Sara assumed Peggy did not get to be in charge often and was determined to take advantage of the situation. Sara's skills were largely ignored as the owner continued her bump and grind on Sara's face culminating is a very wet and sloppy orgasm. Sara felt the anonymous woman stagger backward and bump into the wall. She desperately wanted to reach down and finger her own clit, but the plastic restrains prohibited her from taking her own pleasure. About thirty seconds later, Sara heard the door open and sensed more movement. Again Sara did not hear the sound of a zipper, but discerned the rustling of a skirt. Another pussy was positioned in front of Sara's waiting mouth. This person did not force herself on Sara, but instead made Sara lean forward and would pull back after one or two licks. Finally after being teased for about a minute, Sara was able to latch on and being savoring the woman's pleasure zone. Although blindfolded, Sara recognized the woman's taste. It was Stephanie. Sara had no doubt. Sara pulled her head back and said hello. The woman didn't speak offering no confirmation one way or the other that Sara was correct. 

The woman let Sara take her time and properly service her pussy. While not explosive, the woman did have a quality climax, rocking her hips back and forth almost slapping Sara's face with her pussy. After the woman backed away, Sara felt a light peck on her cheek in appreciation before she heard the door open again. This time Sara did hear a pants zipper sliding down. For a moment she thought perhaps Frank had entered the bathroom, but instead a very wet pussy started rubbing her leg as the owner sat on Sara. The mystery woman slid back and forth on Sara's leg for a few minutes, apparently waiting until her juices were flowing even more. Sara then felt a strap being wrapped around her leg near her knee and then felt the weight of the woman again. This time instead of sliding back and forth, the woman was bouncing up and down on a dildo attached to Sara's leg. Sara wished she wasn't blindfolded as the correctly surmised the erotic nature of the vision before her. As the woman's passion grew, she grabbed Sara's head and pulled Sara into her chest. The rough fabric irritated Sara's skin as the woman continued to rebound up and down the phallus. The closer the woman got to her orgasm, the tighter she held Sara's head until at the end Sara could hardly breathe. Fortunately for Sara the woman climaxed and after shaking her hips back a forth a few times, dismounted. The dildo was left strapped to Sara's leg as the woman slid her pants back on and left the tiny bathroom. Again Sara sensed a woman, although she didn't hear her removing any clothes. Gloriously Sara felt two fingers begin to manipulate her labia and then when they were removed, she felt a talented tongue lap purposely at her pussy. Sara recognized the techniques as belonging to Andi and began to thank her for her efforts. Sara then felt a finger penetrate her outer folds and after coming out very wet, she felt the fingertip at her lips. This was not the first time Sara and tasted her own juices. She concentrated on sucking Andi's finger at the same time as wondering if Andi would let her cum. She should have known better as Andi's attention to her pussy was pleasurable, but fleeting. Sara sensed Andi standing up before a passionate kiss was delivered rendering Sara's core a quivering mess. Sara felt the butterfly spring to life once again and prayed it would stay on long enough for her to reach nirvana again.

Of course it didn't. The vibrator turned off and again Sara heard the door open and close again and then another zipper being pulled down. As before, Sara's head was pulled very forcefully into a servicing position. The finally pussy Sara would service on the plane was already primed for action and Sara quickly brought it over the top. Although Sara expected the woman to leave, she was surprised when the woman sat down on the dildo. She could hear moans of delight as the woman rode the fake cock with abandon. Sara's entire body shook with the force of the woman's gyrations. Soon the tiny bathroom walls reverberated with the sounds of the woman's second orgasm. Sara felt the woman slow and then stop, although she was still impaled on the dildo. After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality at most a minute, the woman pulled herself off the fake penis and unstrapped the joyous toy. Sara assumed she was finished, but she had one more task. The owner of the dildo unceremonially pushed the dildo into Sara's mouth. "Clean," was the only word she heard. Sara recognized the voice as that of Roxy and immediately did as she was told. Sara turned her oral skills to licking clean every inch of the wonderful dildo taking pleasure from the debasing act.

After she was done, Sara heard two zippers and was then grabbed by both nipples. The stinging touch was electric and sent shock waves coursing through her body. Led by her painfully erect nipples, Sara was drawn out of the bathroom, back into the aisle and finally to her seat. There she was pushed back down and felt the blanket recovering her very warm body. The blindfold was removed last and everything in the cabin looked normal, except that Sara was still naked, restrained and had just serviced 5 different women in the bathroom.

As Sara looked at Roxy, the older woman raised the butterfly's remote and clicked it on. Immediately Sara clit went into overdrive shooting nerve impulses of passion to the tormented woman's brain. Sara could not hide her excitement and it was easy for Roxy to turn off the device just before Sara crossed the threshold of another public orgasm. Sara pleaded with Roxy to let her cum, but Roxy just laughed.

Roxy: "I think we have an understanding, don't we?"

Sara was defeated once again by her lust.

Sara: "Yes mam."

Roxy: "Good. We have about an hour left in the flight. I'm going to tease that dripping snatch of yours for about three quarters of that time. Then I will cut the straps and you can slip back into your jeans and shirt. Your panties and bra are coming with me. When we deplane, you are coming with me to my office. I've already informed your friends that you will not be sharing the limo. I will make sure you are safely delivered to your mistress, but I am going to have a little fun with you first. Deal?"

Sara looked down at the floor, but quickly agreed. As soon as she said the fateful words, the buzzer on her clit turned back on quickly bringing Sara back to the edge. Just as Roxy had promised, the butterfly continued to tease and taunt Sara's juice hole repeatedly bringing her to the edge before maddeningly backing off. Every so often Roxy would reach over and give Sara's nipples a hard pinch or twist. Eventually Sara had to bury her head in the pillow to keep from alerting the entire plane of her frantic need to cum.




Sara's Training Ch. 09



Finally just before Peggy made the "now descending into Las Vegas" announcement, Roxy released Sara from her bondage. With a stern "don't you dare do it" look, Roxy handed Sara back her clothes. It was a struggle to get back into the pants while angling between the two seats. Fortunately the blouse went on easier, but Sara was most uncomfortable wearing it without a bra in public. Looking at her companion's distress, Roxy suggested instead of tucking it into her jeans, Sara should tie the sides in the front so her abs could show also. Sara felt like a southern belle as she tied her shirt as ordered further exposing her already highly visible body.

Peggy woke the other couple who seemed surprised the flight was almost over. Sara felt sorry for the couple who paid for first class and instead got a drug induced three hour nap. At least they would be refreshed for the tables.

As the plane landed and began finding its path to the terminal, Sara watched as Roxy reached into her bag of tricks and produced a thin leather collar. Snapping it around Sara's neck, Roxy instructed her new charge to always stay two steps behind her and one to the right. Failure to comply would result in a leash being attached, although Roxy really didn't want to do that since not everyone at the airline knew of her sexual perversities. Sara thought about acting disobedient, but also noticed a riding crop in the bag and though better of challenging Roxy's authority.

As the plane reached the terminal, Roxy stood up and pulled Sara's carry-on from the overhead bin. Giving both carry-on bags to Sara, Roxy quickly exited through the door opened by Peggy. Sara noticed a twinkle in Peggy's eye as she gave the "have a nice day, goodbye" speech and wave. Looking into the now open cockpit door as she passed, Sara noticed the flight had a woman co-pilot. The woman winked at Sara and mouthed the words "thank you." Sara blushed as she realized this was the woman who fucked herself on Sara's leg. 

Sara scampered up the gangway trying not to fall behind Roxy. As the two women headed toward baggage claim, Sara concentrated on following Roxy's swaying ass and never looked back for Frank, Andi and Stephanie. Her next adventure had begun.

Sara followed Roxy back to the baggage area and then through a locked door and up a flight of steps into the airline's offices. She was glad it was late at night and there were no other employee's working. Without thinking, Sara followed Roxy into another locked room. There were tables arranged in a U shape, a lectern, a laptop and video projector and a screen.

Roxy: "Welcome to my classroom."

Sara: "What are we doing here mam?"

Roxy: "Heather owed me from last year and you are the payment. First I'm going to show you footage from your flight, and then after you beg me, I'm going to pull that butt-plug out and fuck the shit out of your ass with the strap-on from the bathroom. After that, if you've been good, I'll deliver you to your mistress. Of course if you are bad, I'll whip you first."

Sara doubted she would avoid the whipping anyway.

Roxy: "Get those slutty clothes off this instant. You'll never see Peggy dressing like a tramp. She's a very obedient lady."

Sara quickly stripped back out of her jeans and blouse. Roxy didn't watch, but instead pulled the lectern to the side and placed a chair in the center of the room facing the screen.

Roxy: "Sit."

Sara sat in the chair facing the screen. She watched as Roxy retrieved two more plastic ties and a set of steel handcuffs from the classroom's locker. Sara offered no resistance as her arms were cuffed to the back of the chair and her ankles were affixed to the legs. She then watched as Roxy pulled a compact video camera out of her bag and removed the memory card. A new memory card was put in the camera which was then attached to a tripod and set directly in front of the bound Sara. No doubt all her charms would be on display in the new movie. Sara's pussy gushed at the thought.

Back on the PC, Roxy was transferring the movie files and turning on the projector. Apparently Peggy had been filming ever since Sara had fallen asleep. The camera work was spotty and the picture was grainy due to the low light, but Sara was clearly on display bound and orgasming on the plane. Once the scene shifted to the bathroom, the light was much better and Sara realized she had identified everyone but the pilot correctly. 

During this part of the show, Roxy had removed the crop from her bag and was running it up and down Sara's body. She took extra care to tease Sara's nipples and clit. Sara was stewing in her own juices and was soon begging Roxy to give her the release she so franticly needed. Roxy was in no hurry to give the housewife anything but her scorn. She berated Sara for being such a slut and gave a running commentary to her actions in the bathroom. This only inflamed Sara's desire more as she secretly wished Roxy would at least hit her with the crop.

Around this time Peggy came into the room, her flight attendant duties finished for the weekend. Walking over to Sara, she gave her right breast a strong squeeze eliciting a healthy moan from the bound woman. Sara watched as Peggy put a different bag onto the table and began stripping out of her uniform. Her pussy was still puffy and moist from her turn in the bathroom. Sara was drooling with lust until Roxy brought her back to reality with a well placed snap of the crop on her left nipple. The then turned the crop around and placed the hardened tip just on the inside of Sara's pussy lips. Running it up and down, she cooed that they could do this the easy way or the hard way.

Sara: "What do you want to let me cum?"

Roxy: "Nothing really. At least tonight."

Sara: "When then?"

Roxy: "At the competition."

Sara: "I would be happy to service you are Peggy again."

Roxy: "No doubt. But I want something more."

Sara knew the camera was running as Roxy laid it on the line. In exchange for being fucked right then and being allowed to cum as much as she wanted, Sara had to agree to throw the competition at the ball.

Sara surprised herself a bit. As horny as she was, she was tempted to agree, get her orgasm and then back out of the arrangement at the ball. But her love for Mistress Heather was too strong. She knew Roxy would show the tape to her mistress and it would drive a wedge between them.

Sara: "I'm sorry mam. I can't do it."

Roxy: "I'm going to whip you if you don't agree."

Sara: "If that is your will, then so be it. My love and devotion to my mistress is stronger than any punishment you can dish out."

Roxy: "So be it."

Roxy snapped her fingers at Peggy who released Sara's bondage and helped her temporarily stand until she was positioned bent over one of the tables. Sara was instructed to stretch her arms out as if she was tied but not to move. The camera was repositioned to capture all the action as Roxy hit Sara's buttocks full force with the crop. Sara howled in pain, but Roxy just laughed and commented that nobody would hear her cry at this hour. After each stroke, Roxy would again offer Sara an orgasm or two in exchange for betraying Heather. Each time Sara unflinchingly withheld her consent as her ass was turned a bright red platter of riding crop marks and palm prints. After her ass was covered with her dedication to Mistress Heather, Roxy stood Sara up and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

Roxy: "Congratulations. You passed your mistress' loyalty test and I lost a bet. I bet your mistress I could turn your allegiance before you even got to her. I give you credit. Your reward is the orgasm I offered you earlier, only this time sanctioned by your mistress so feel free to enjoy it fully."

Sara looked straight into the camera and thanked her mistress. Sara then turned her head to see Roxy and Peggy strapping on dildos and greasing them up with lube. Sara was relieved knowing her pain was about to be transformed to pleasure. Sara held her position bent over the table. She would have preferred to be on her back so she could look at her vanquisher, but she was not in a position to make demands. She felt butt plug being removed and then the tip of one of the strap-ons nudge her browneye. Ignoring the direction to hold her position, Sara reached back and spread her ass checks. She was still face down bent over the table and unable to see who was about to penetrate her.

Sara made no sounds as the dildo penetrated her rectum. The butt plug had stretched her for over four hours so the strap-on met little resistance. She felt a pair of hands grab her wrists and pull them free from holding her butt cheeks spread. The woman fucking her pushed her hands forward and pressed her body weight down on Sara's back. The pressure forced Sara's legs to be raised off the floor grinding her clit into the edge of the table. With a grunt, the air was forced out of Sara's lungs as her chest was pressed into the table and her wrists were pinned flat in front of her. Sara looked up at the camera sure that the image it was recording would show her lustful acceptance of the anal intruder. 

With Sara pinned against the table, Peggy began using her leverage to hammer the dildo into Sara's ass. The results were predictable and immediate. Peggy was submissive with Roxy, but was a switch when it came to other women. She reveled in the control she had over Sara and took Sara's overpowering orgasm as proof of her own skills. As her orgasm consumed her, Sara was thinking only of Mistress Heather and silently mouthing thank yous to the camera for sharing her with her new airline friends. As Sara began to calm down, Peggy slowed her assault. She also felt her own browneye begin to stretch as Roxy took up position behind her.

Roxy: "You enjoyed that too much. It's time you remembered who is in charge here."

Although the dildo was lubed, Peggy was not ready for the incursion of the fake cock. Not that anal sex was new to her, but she still had to fight to relax as Roxy pushed the phallus home without regard to Peggy's feelings. Peggy held her own body tight against Sara's backside, her dildo still buried to the hilt in Sara's ass as Roxy began building a rhythm sawing Peggy's ass apart. Each time Roxy thrust into Peggy, Peggy would push deeper into Sara. Although Peggy's dildo was hardly moving, the weight of her hips driven by the strength of Roxy's thrusts continued to tantalize Sara's clit along the top of the table. Although she was primarily collateral damage, Sara was quickly approaching another orgasm as was Peggy. Roxy grabbed Peggy by the back of the head directing her to look straight at the camera as she came.

Roxy: "Heather has a more dedicated slave than I do, but you will remember who owns this ass after tonight!"

With that declaration, Roxy pulled out the dildo and began cropping Peggy's ass. Peggy howled into Sara's ears and began cumming as the fire spread across her buttock and into her pussy. Sara, who had been on the edge herself, wrapped her legs around Peggy maximizing the transfer of orgasmic shake from Peggy to her own clit. It wasn't a big climax, but Sara welcomed it and again gave words of praise to Heather via the video camera.

Sara felt Peggy's weight retreating from her back as Roxy pulled her spent slave off Sara and dropped her to the floor. Before Sara could stand, Peggy was curled up at her mistress' feet kissing her toes and thanking her. Roxy helped Sara into a standing position and once again kissed her with a fiery passion causing Sara's legs to buckle.

Roxy: "Shall we get you to your mistress?"

Sara: "Yes please. I miss her."

Roxy: "Slut Peggy, please clean up the room and then meet me at my house."

Peggy: "Yes mistress."

Roxy: "Sara, come with me."

Roxy pulled a light blue dress from her bag of tricks and handed it to Sara. Sara wondered why she would not be dressed in the clothes her mistress had given her, but quickly slid the dress over her head. Sara was thankful the dress was not translucent as Roxy led her back through the terminal and to the employee's bus stop. Roxy ushered Sara onto the nearly empty bus and then pushed her into a seat next to a windows. It was now after 1am and not at a shift change so only two other people plus the driver were on the bus. It was only a couple of minutes ride to the employee parking lot, but Roxy kept Sara entertained by immediately running her hand under the short dress and stroking Sara's pussy. Sara was well past the point of embarrassment and spread her legs giving Roxy better access. As the bus reached Roxy's van, the women exited the bus where Sara overheard the driver congratulating Roxy on another conquest. Roxy replied that she was just watching out for this one, customer service being a priority for the airline. The driver chucked and looked lustfully at Sara.

Roxy: "Give me your dress."

Sara: "Can we get in the van first?"

Roxy: "Come on, there is nobody around and I know how much you like to show off."

Sara looked around the lot and didn't see the other people from the bus and began to pull the dress up. As she raised her hands over her head pulling the dress free, she noticed the security camera pointing at the couple. Sara was sure someone was enjoying the show as Roxy opened the side door of the windowless van. Sara stepped inside, her eyes trying to adjust to the low light. Roxy quickly joined her, slid the door shut and turned on the dome light.

Roxy: "Welcome to my slut transport van."

Sara looked around the back of the obviously customized van. In the back was a full sized mattress. No doubt it had seen plenty of action. On the walls was a series of Velcro strips with whips, paddles and restraints attached. Up front behind the seats was a video camera and digital camera mounted on tripods and a 32" LCD TV bolted to the floor. The centerpiece of the van, however, was positioned where the middle row of seats would normally be located. There was an English style horse saddle mounted to a heavy duty spring attached to the van's floor. Mounted to the saddle were two small dildos, obviously positioned to keep a slave occupied during a journey. Roxy reached forward to the dashboard and flipped a switch and the dildos came alive with the buzzing sound of a vibrator built into the base of the saddle. Sara began to drool at the prospect of traveling on such a contraption. Attached to the ceiling of the van were adjustable wrist and neck restraints and on the sidewalls adjustable ankle cuffs. 

Roxy: "What do you think of my design? We originally had larger dildos on the saddle, but a friend of mine hurt her slave so we had to change them."

Sara: "I can honestly say I've never seen anything like this. Do I get to ride the saddle when you take me to my mistress?"

Roxy: "It's your choice. You can ride up front with me or I can strap you in back here."

Sara: "I think I would like to try out your saddle. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?"

Roxy: "That it does, although you will be a changed woman by the time you go home."

Sara ran her hand over the saddle and then put her nose next to it and took a deep breath inhaling its scent. The leather aroma mixed with the perfume of many different women to create an intoxicating combination. Sara quickly took each dildo in her mouth to lubricate them and then swung her leg over working herself into position. Her natural lubrication was still flowing making the pussy dildo easy to insert. Her backdoor had started to shrink back to normal requiring Sara to ask for some lubrication beyond her saliva. Roxy moved behind her and spread her cheeks. She bent over and gave Sara a quick rim job sending shivers through the submissive's body. Roxy then retrieved a tube of KJ previously attached to the wall and liberally coated her finger.

As Roxy eased her finger up Sara's backside, Sara began to rock forward on the pussy dildo. The spring provided just the right amount of support as the saddle rocked up and down in a most satisfying way. Sensing that Sara was not in any great hurry, Roxy lubed up two more fingers and continued her penetration of the now panting woman's ass. Roxy was enjoying herself until she realized she had not turned on the video camera. Heather wanted to see how Sara would react. Roxy quickly pulled her fingers out of Sara's ass eliciting a grown of frustration.

Roxy: "Calm down slut. I'll be right back."

Sara watched as Roxy maneuvered herself around Sara and into the front seat. She started the van's engine. A cool blast of air conditioning flowed over Sara and the television sprang to life. A blinking red light indicated the camera was recording.

Roxy: "You can either watch a live feed of yourself or I can put in a movie."

Sara thought for a few seconds and then responded that she wanted to see herself.

The image on the screen changed to a floor to ceiling shot of the back of the van. Sara also heard the shutter on the camera click open then shut. Apparently it too was controlled from the dash. Roxy moved back behind Sara and carefully guided the second dildo up her ass. Sara wiggled back and forth testing the sensation, a broad smile forming across her face. After positioning Sara on the saddle, it was easy for Roxy to make quick work of securing her arms and neck to the ceiling. Next up was Sara's legs. Roxy tightened all the straps until Sara's limbs were extend into a vertical spread eagle. This also meant that most of her weight would be pushing her down onto the saddle. Finally Roxy pulled a blindfold off the Velcro wall and slid it over Sara's head. 

Roxy: "Sorry, love, but Heather doesn't want you to know where you are. Enjoy the ride."

Sara was sure she would. She heard Roxy open the van's sliding door and step outside. She didn't hear the door shut right away, but she could hear muffled voices of Roxy talking to someone. Sara guessed Peggy had caught up to them, but it could have been anyone in the employee lot. Sara briefly imagined a security guard who saw her strip on the camera had rushed to her aid. Maybe Roxy would let him fuck her in an effort to keep quiet about what he saw. Sara mind was racing with possibilities until she heard the door slid shut and then the driver's door open and close.

Sara felt the van back out of the parking space. Each turn caused Sara's body to rock on the saddle and the dildos to reach new nerve endings. Sara especially liked when Roxy drove over speed bumps causing the saddle to rock vertically several inches. Although Sara could not see the monitor, in her mind she saw the image of herself tied helplessly enjoying every minute of the trip. The saddle vibrator sprung to life. Sara was now bouncing and grinding the saddle as much as her restrains would allow. Her giant breasts bounced obscenely as she desperately sought the right stimulation point to allow herself to orgasm. The stereo had been turned on to a bondage movie and the sounds of a woman being whipped and then fucked filled the van. Sara hoped the front windows were up as her own screams of passion mixed with the soundtrack in an obscene rolling live sex show.

Sara had been to Vegas several times before but had never ventured much off the strip. Although she had no idea where the twists and turns of their route were headed, Sara sensed Roxy was picking roads much in need of repair... all for Sara's benefit. Once again the van drove over a large speed bump, perhaps heralding their arrival at their destination, but definitely proclaiming the arrival of Sara's latest orgasm. Sara squealed with delight as the saddle rebounded forcing the dildos ever deeper into her depths. She looked forward to seeing the video of herself and assumed Roxy was happy with her handiwork. Much to Sara's surprise, the van didn't stop. For about the next half hour the van wove it way through the city's streets, onto the highway for a short time and finally out a long straight road. Sara orgasmed at least three more times before the van finally and mercifully stopped.




Sara's Training Ch. 10



Author's note: I apologize for the length of time it has taken for me to continue this story. To everyone who sent emails, I feel your pain. I had originally planned one final chapter to the story, but I'm going to break it into two parts so Sara's fans don't have to wait any longer. Chapter 11 will finish Sara's night at the strip club and will finally see Sara and Heather at the Mistress/Slave ball. I promise, it will not take as long for that chapter to be written :)

I anticipate chapter 11 will be the last chapter of this story, at least for a long time as I want to explore some new characters. As usual, if you are starting here without reading the previous 15 installments, you might be a little lost. Enjoy.

Chapter 10: Sara's Day in Las Vegas

Sara woke mid-morning refreshed, although following her mistress' orders, still blindfolded with no idea where she was. She sat up and called out Heather's name, but heard no reply. She had no concept what time it was or when her mistress might come to collect her. To her surprise, she heard a door open about 30 seconds after she had called to her mistress. She sensed someone walking toward her and then felt a gentle hand stroke the side of her face and finally remove the blindfold. Standing before her was Sara's mistress looking as gorgeous as ever wearing a very skimpy bikini. 

Mistress Heather: "Sleeping beauty as awakened."

Sara: "Good morning mistress. It is morning isn't it?"

Mistress Heather: "Yes pet. It is about 10. Go to the bathroom, relieve yourself and put on the bikini you will find there. Roxy, Peggy and I are having breakfast by the pool. Join us when you are done."

Sara hopped out of bed and did a quick survey of the room. She appeared to be in some kind of guest house. It was furnished like a studio apartment. There was an efficiency kitchen, a sofa and loveseat, a TV, a dresser, the bed she slept in and a doorway she assumed led to the bathroom. At the front of the room was a sliding door which led to a patio. Sara could see the three women sitting around a table. Sara bounded to the bathroom and quickly took care of her bodily needs. She was completely energized from a good night's sleep and the adrenaline of the promised activities to come. Sara looked for her bikini on the counter, but only found a tiny g-string. Realizing there was no top anywhere to be found, Sara slid the butt floss inspired swim suit into her crack, checked to make sure the front was covering her labia and walked out to the patio.

The trio looked at Sara appreciatively as she approached. Roxy had a revealing bikini similar to her mistress and Peggy, like Sara, was dressed in just a g-string. There was one open seat and Sara debated whether she should sit down. She decided to wait for her mistress to indicate her status of the morning so instead of taking the chair, she knelt down next to Heather.

Mistress Heather: "Very good slave. You may take the chair."

Sara nodded then stood and walked over to the chair and sat down. Peggy poured a glass of orange juice for Sara and also handed her a muffin.

Mistress Heather: "Today we have a fitting with your tailor. Tonight we are going to go out on the town and tomorrow night is the gala. I want you to lay out by the pool and tan a little this morning before it gets too hot. I still have a few arrangements to make for tonight. Peggy will keep you company."

Sara: "Thank you mistress and thank you for arranging the personal service on the flight last night."

Mistress Heather: "You can thank Roxy for that. I watched the tape last night and I was very impressed with your performance. I think we are going to do great at the competition."

Sara: "If you don't mind my asking, where are we?"

Roxy: "You are at my house."

Sara: "And that is where?"

Roxy: "It's about 20 minutes off the strip. I took the scenic route last night. We're out near Red Rock Canyon. I've got about 10 acres of desert so it's nice and private."

Heather and Roxy stood up and kissed their respective slaves before retreating into the air conditioned comfort of the main house. Sara was content to let Peggy take the lead. After downing another glass of orange juice, Peggy took Sara's hand and led her out to the pool. Even though it was just 10am, the hot desert air swept across the stone pool deck. Peggy took Sara over to where two towels were laid out under a misting system.

Peggy: "We'd fry without that water to keep us cool. Lay down and I'll put some tanning lotion on you."

Sara quickly lay face down on the towel. She felt Peggy squirt a generous amount of oil on her back and then luxuriated in the feeling of Peggy rubbing the lotion into her skin. Peggy made sure to cover every inch of Sara's exposed skin, in truth, her whole body. After she finished Peggy told her to roll over and the process was repeated on her front. Sara was clearly turned on as Peggy massaged her breasts and tantalized her erogenous zones along her neck and inner thighs. Sara spread her legs in an open invitation for Peggy to finger her pussy, but instead her fellow slave simply spread the lotion along her pussy lips. Peggy smiled at the wanton display Sara was putting on, but said nothing.

Sara was looking forward to returning the favor, but Peggy told her Roxy and Heather had already oiled her up, so she didn't need any more sunscreen. Sara wondered if she too just got a tease or if the trio had done more. Sara lay back down and began to daydream. She imagined her mistress straddling Peggy's face while Roxy sensually massaged the oil into her glistening skin. Sara was beginning to get as heated from her thoughts as from the desert sun when the mister thankfully turned on. A fine spray of cool water filled the air drifting down onto the tanning women. The tiny droplets of water cascaded over Sara's sizzling skin causing her body to tingle. She wanted nothing more right then than to dip her fingers into her simmering pussy and masturbate herself to orgasm.

After thirty minutes, Peggy told her to turn over. Once again Sara spread her legs in an invitation to Peggy, but it was to no avail. Sara began to daydream again wondering what Frank was up to with the girls. Sara was totally relaxed and didn't realize Roxy and her mistress had returned until Heather gave her a playful swat on her ass.

Mistress Heather: "Up and at 'em. There is no more resting on our schedule today. Go into the pool house and take a shower. I'll lay your clothes out on the bed."

Sara stood up and was please to see Peggy joining her. The shower was spacious enough for three with shower heads at either end. Both women began washing off the suntan lotion when Sara decided to take matters in her own hands. Turning to face Peggy, Sara waited until she had her hair and face covered with lather from the shampoo. Sara then moved forward embracing the startled woman and starting to rub her up and down.

Sara: "We have to make sure we get all the oil.

Sara knelt down in front of Peggy and began to tentatively lick her pussy.

Sara: "I think there is still some lotion here. Don't worry I'll get it out."

Peggy knew she shouldn't, but the switch in her began to take over and she guided Sara's head back into position. Peggy finished rinsing her hair while Sara made sure her slit of free of suntan lotion remnants. Peggy, reaching the point of no return, grabbed Sara's head and ordered her to "do it right or don't do it."

Sara took the bait and began eating her pussy with a vengeance. Briefly Sara was concerned that the animalistic sounds coming from the bathroom would find displeasure from her mistress, but she could help herself. She continued to work on Peggy's pussy with her tongue and eventually worked a finger up her ass to the second knuckle. Sara didn't know this was Peggy's biggest turn on and the anal play immediately sent Peggy over the edge. Her knees became weak as she shuddered and quiver over Sara's face. Peggy slid down the wall joining Sara on the floor and gave her a very passionate thank you kiss.

Roxy: "If that was you, Peggy, you're in deep trouble."

Peggy: "Yes mam. I know."

Mistress Heather: "It looks like your slave was the one to flip her allegiance. I guess I won the bet."

Peggy and Sara turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Their respective mistresses handed them each a towel and watched intently as they dried themselves off. 

Roxy: "Peggy, come with me into the house to receive your punishment."

Sara watched as Peggy bowed her head and meekly followed Roxy out of the pool house. Gone was any trace of dominant rebellion. Peggy was a submissive once again.

Mistress Heather: "You're damn lucky she didn't reciprocate or your ass would be tanned by more than the sun."

Sara counted her blessings as her plan was to have Peggy get her off too. Sara followed Heather back to the bed and began looking for her clothing. All she saw was a short silk pj top and her pair of high heeled shoes. Looking to her mistress for guidance, Sara was shamed when Heather gave her a look of disgust as if to say "I told you your clothes would be on the bed. Now put them on."

Sara quickly slipped into the sleepwear. The silk felt luxurious across her warm skin. The smooth texture flowed across her body like a thousand butterflies. The size was perfect, tight but not too tight, showing her curves just right and ending mid thigh. Sara looked at herself in the mirror. Although she knew she had been transformed over the last nine months, seeing herself dressed in the elegant top, her surgically enhanced breast threatening to burst free, her seemingly always erect nipples prominently on display, her abs and ass tightened from endless workouts with her personal trainer, her legs and thighs toned by her ever present fuck-me heels and her unique hair style all combined finally hit her consciousness. She had been transformed from a suburban housewife who had never cheated on her husband into a cum hungry whore ready to perform at her mistress' command. Sara knew she would not, indeed could not, deny her mistress any request and knew the rest of this weekend would be unlike anything she had every experienced. It went without saying that Sara's pussy was beginning to flood. Mistress Heather looked at her charge admiring herself in the mirror.

Mistress Heather: "Yes, you are that hot, my dear. And you are going to get hotter. I have secured a very special clothes designer for you. I have seen drawings of your outfit for the ball and I must say I am looking forward to seeing you in it. We're also going shopping for tonight's clothes, so let's not dawdle."

Heather turned and walked out the door. Sara froze momentarily when she realized she was going out in public dressed as she was. For some reason she assumed the designer was coming to them. Of course she knew her mistress never missed a chance to show off her body, so that was a stupid assumption. Sara quickly caught up to her mistress, her heels clicking on the pool deck as they approached a red Mercedes convertible. Heather opened the door and Sara slid onto the hot leather seat. Of course Sara made sure to pull the top up over her ass before sitting. She knew her mistress would request it eventually so why delay the inevitable.

Heather took her position in the driver's seat, started the engine and put the top down. Sara thoughts drifted back to the last time she was exposed in a convertible by her mistress. She had mixed emotions about a repeat performance but had to trust Heather's judgment as they turned back toward town, the wind blowing through their hair.

The pair drove through an area Sara had never visited during her other trips to Vegas. Sara decided this was definitely "sin" city as they passed a seemingly never ending parade of strip clubs and adult bookstores on Industrial Avenue. Sara had never seen the back sides of the strip resorts and was shocked by how the urban blight ran right up to billion dollar resorts. Heather piloted the car expertly around the lightly traveled back roads avoiding the Las Vegas Boulevard gridlock. Sara saw a carnival of strippers, prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers, homeless people and general lowlifes as they made their way from the strip area to downtown. Just south of the Plaza, Heather pulled into a small parking lot of a non-descript stucco building.

Motioning Sara out of the car, Heather led Sara inside. Her shame of being nearly naked in public had long since passed and Sara had a spring in her step as she joyful followed her mistress inside. The building housed several small office suites, private investigators, a small law firm, a "modeling" agency and the like. Heather told Sara to climb the stairs and enjoyed watching her slave expose her wet pussy by staying a few steps below her. At the end of the hall was an unmarked door. Heather knocked and then announced herself when the intercom crackled to life. Sara heard an electronic lock click and the women went inside.

The office was very utilitarian. There was a drafting table, a computer desk and racks of various material affixed to the walls. There was only one window, facing west with an unappetizing view of the railroad tracks. There was a second door which was cracked open. A bright light poured through the slit although Sara could not see what was hidden behind. Almost immediately an older woman, about Roxy's age Sara guessed, came through the door. She was holding a garment bag and shut the second door behind her. She greeted Heather like you would greet an old friend you hadn't seen for a while, handing the garment bag to Sara while she embraced Heather. The woman then took the garment bag back from Sara and hung it on a hook. Sara wondered why she didn't do that first, but didn't have time to contemplate the question as the woman grabbed the front of her top and ripped it off her body.

Mistress Heather: "Sara, meet Coco. She will be responsible for your outfit at the ball. Coco meet the love of my life, slut Sara."

Sara held her hand out to shake Coco's hand. She was not embarrassed by her state of undress nor the manner in which she came to be naked in front of the two women.

Coco: "Very nice to meet you Sara. Your mistress has sent me pictures to work from and they did not do you justice. I think you will enjoy my design for you. I've worked from measurements your mistress sent me. I want to take final measurements today and have you try on a jacket I've tailored for you. Tomorrow when you return, I will dress you. I also have a friend lined up to do your hair and makeup. Sound good?"

Sara: "Yes mam. Thank you for your efforts."

Coco produced a measuring tape and began dictating numbers to Heather. She also took ample opportunity to run her hands repeatedly all over Sara's quivering flesh. Coco kept up a stream of disarming patter with Heather about other people they knew who would be at the ball, catching up on events since they last met and Heather's plans for that evening. Sara was in a whirlwind. Coco's touch was driving her crazy and she was sure both women could smell her arousal. Sara was trying to listen closely to her mistress' plans for the evening, but other than going dancing, she failed to comprehend the details. She noticed Coco snickering at Heather's descriptions and heard her comment that "a slut would love that."

All too soon for Sara, the measurements were done and Coco withdrew her exploring hands. Sara was panting with need as she watched Coco unzip the garment bag and pull out a black jacket. For obvious reasons, Sara was expecting a straight jacket, a latex suit or some other bondage related garment. Instead what she saw was an absolutely normal looking tuxedo jacket complete with formal tails. 

Sara looked on inquisitively as Coco brought the jacket to her and wrapped it around her shoulders. The first thing Sara noticed, as she slipped her arms into the jacket, was the lining was silk. The liner was cool and smooth to the touch. In her aroused state, Sara decided the tactile feel of the silk was downright erotic. As she slid her arm further down the sleeve, Sara felt the material constrict requiring her to use more force to persuade her hand through the cuff. Looking at the outer material, Sara noticed it was flexible, but still very constrictive. It would flex, but then snap back into place. Coco helped Sara slide her other arm into its sleeve and pulled the cuff into position. Sara flexed her arms and found she could move freely with a little extra effort. She also noticed a slit stitched into each cuff about two inched long and half an inch wide.

Sara: "Coco, what material is this?"

Coco: "It's a neoprene blend. It's the same stuff you make scuba suits out of, but I've dyed it so it looks like a more traditional fabric. It will do wonders for your figure, although you don't really need any help, but it acts like a body corset while looking very traditional."

Coco began buttoning the front of the jacket. She had to pull forcibly to stretch the material around Sara's waist. There were three buttons in a flap right over Sara's belly button. The front of the jacket was open above and below the flap with the sides and back ending about four and a half inches below her butt. Her pussy was completely exposed, although Sara assumed she would be wearing a g-string and stockings to the ball.

The three buttons cinched around her waist, tightening the back and bottom of the jacket around her body like a second skin. The jacket's tails hung from just above her ass down to the back of her knees. She had seen cocktail waitresses dress in the traditionally male formalwear before and thought they looked especially elegant. Sara was pleased her mistress thought of her in these terms instead of simply tarting her out.

The front of the jacket was also tight, although not nearly as tight a cut as the back. The lapel of the jacket was wide and covered in black silk. The silk ran from the buttons up each side of the lapel to the collar and around her neck. Coco reached in front of Sara to adjust the lapel. It had fallen across the tops of Sara's breasts when it was first buttoned leaving a deep cleavage open to almost her navel.

Coco: "Heather, this jacket can be worn like this if you want to protect her modesty."

Sara didn't like the sound of that. If this was protecting her modesty what else was planned to unprotect it."

Coco reached for the fabric covering Sara's breasts and stretched it outward. The cut was perfect and Sara knew instantly that Coco had worked from the surgery photos.

Coco: "See how the fabric stretches and grabs her breasts."

Sara looked down to confirm what she already felt. The lapel had been stretched to the outside edge of her breasts completely exposing them from the nipple in and pressing them together in a perverted display of surgically enhanced flesh. Sara has the sinking feeling in her gut that her wide expanse of breast flesh would be permanently on display once they reached the ball.

Coco: "Tomorrow I'll put a touch of stickum on the outside of each of her breasts and you will not have to worry about the lapel moving."

Heather: "You've outdone yourself with this jacket. I admit I wasn't 100% sure based on your description, but I love it. I look forward to seeing her completely dressed tomorrow."

Heather began running her hands over Sara's body luxuriating in feel of the exotic fabric.

Heather: "Yes, this will do fine tomorrow. As for tonight, sweet Sara, you and I need to go shopping. Coco, since you ripped her top, do you have something she can wear until I get her something more suitable?"

Coco: "Sorry my dear, I wasn't thinking about that."

Coco paused as if she was thinking of a solution. Sara knew better and was sure this was part of her mistress' plan.




Sara's Training Ch. 10



Coco: "Let me make a quick call."

Sara watched as Coco went back into the other room and then heard one side of a conversation, apparently with a clothing store manager. Sara also noticed her mistress snickering which actually put her at ease. 

Coco returned from the inner room and announced that a friend of hers who runs a specialty clothing store up the street and said to come over. They could park in the back and she would open the back door near the changing rooms to spare Sara as much embarrassment as possible. Sara pleaded with her eyes but Heather showed no emotion as she led Sara out of Coco's studio. Naked except for her high heels, Sara was led back to the car. Walking through the hallway of the office building, Sara prayed nobody would see them, although in her heart she knew she was performing for a security camera somewhere. Sara did her best to cover her most intimate areas as the pair exited the building. She expected Heather to order her hands to her side as was pleased her mistress did not make such a request. Sara wondered how far the clothing store was and hoped Heather had some kind of covering for her in the car.

Heather slid behind the wheel of convertible and Sara opened her door. Reaching inside to steady herself, Sara immediately discovered the leather seats had been baking in the Vegas sun.

Sara: "Mistress, I cannot sit on this seat without clothes on. Do you have anything I can wear or at least something to cover the seat?"

Heather: "No, I didn't think of that. I should have put the top up while we were inside."

Sara watched as Heather appeared to think. Sara knew her mistress knew exactly what she was doing. Sara was forced to stand by the side of the car. Her body was shielded from the street by the car, but anyone walking past or pulling into the lot would see all she had to offer.

Heather: "I'll tell you what, pet. The clothing store is about half a mile south on this road. It is called Patty's Dancewear. I'll put the top up and drive there with the AC cranked to cool the seats. You walk and meet me there."

Sara: "Mistress, I can't walk naked down the street that far. I'll get arrested."

Heather: "Good point. Vegas is pretty forgiving, but is not that liberal. And there is a frequent police presence in this neighborhood."

Sara looked dejected. 

Heather: "OK, new plan. I'll still drive there, you walk along the tracks. There are no crossings so you can sneak along the bushes the whole way. I'm afraid the store is on the other side of the street so you'll have to make one crossing, but other than that, you should be safe. I'll wait in the back parking lot for you."

With that pronouncement, Heather fired up the engine and pulled back from Sara's position. Sara watched, not in disbelief but in resigned fate, as Heather turned back onto the street and headed south. Without her automotive cover, Sara quickly covered her breasts once again and made a mad dash for the bushes along the railroad tracks. Taking a minute to compose herself, Sara made an assessment of her situation. The prudent course would be to go back to Coco's studio. But that, of course, would incur her mistress' wrath, something Sara was very reluctant to do. Without a doubt Sara would have to complete this task. The combination of her heels and the uneven stone rail bed meant she would not be running. With no other option, Sara began her journey.

Sara found the area behind the row of small office buildings and warehouses deserted. This was fine by her. A couple of times she had to take refuge hiding behind a bush or dumpster while waiting for someone in a parking lot to clear the area before she continued and on more than one occasion she heard a whistle or catcall from an office window, but overall the trip was surprisingly uneventful. Sara's skin was aflame with the heat of the day and her pussy was on fire from her forced exhibition. 

Finally Sara completed her southerly journey and saw the sign for Patty's shop. Carefully she crept along the north wall of the building she was hiding behind. Sara was relieved that the brick building seemed designed for an industrial purpose and did not have any windows on that side. She prayed that nobody would attempt to access the rear parking lot as her options for concealment had been exhausted. Knowing the longer she delayed, the more likely she would be discovered, Sara made two quick looks up and down the street to determine if traffic was clear and then took off into the open as fast as her heels would allow. She knew anyone in the surrounding buildings was getting a free show as her breasts flopped back has much as her implants would allow. "I'm going to be sore later," she thought as the short steps necessitated by the heels caused her to trot more than run.

Sara rushed past the door as fast as she could while scanning the parking lot for her mistress' car. In her peripheral vision she thought she saw two women exiting the store and pointing at her as she sailed by. Sara's focus was totally on reaching the relative safety of the back of the building. Her heart was pounding. It was all she could hear. The ambient noise of the world had gone silent. The world was approaching her in slow motion in the rhythmic cadence of her beating heart.

Sara rounded the corner of the building and took immediate shelter behind an air conditioning unit. Pausing to catch her breath, Sara surveyed her new surroundings. She saw her mistress' borrowed convertible. This was definitely a good sign. There was a door in the middle of the building. Also a good sign. Sara took several deep breaths to steady her nerves. She wanted to enter the store as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Well, as long as a gorgeous naked woman walking into a store with her arousal running down her leg could be considered ordinary. "Then again this is Vegas," she smirked to herself.

Sara boldly opened the door and walked inside. She was in a short hallway with what appeared to be a storeroom on her right and a small bathroom on her left. She contemplated freshening up before heading forward, but decided Heather would prefer to see the results of her adventure. There was a curtain separating the hallway from what Sara presumed was the front of the store. Cautiously Sara drew back one side of the curtain and peered through the opening. Sara looked into a well lit changing area and into the approving eyes of her mistress. Sitting with her mistress was an impeccably dressed woman who Sara assumed was the shop's owner. Triumphantly Sara pulled back the rest of the curtain and sauntered into the room. She made a quick assessment of the room. There were four typical changing cubicles which were not a surprise. What did surprise Sara was the small stage surrounded by mirrors and complete with a stripper pole, PA speakers and theater lights. Heather approached Sara and gave her a big hug.

Mistress Heather: "Slave Sara, allow me to introduce Patty, the owner of this fine establishment."

Patty extended her hand which Sara promptly shook.

Sara: "Nice to meet you Patty. I'd say you have a unique shop."

Patty: "Thank you my dear. Heather's description did not do you justice. You are a knockout."

Sara lowered her head at the complement and began to blush slightly.

Patty: "My shop is a little unique, although we are certainly not the only dancewear shop in town."

The realization of what kind of dancewear Patty must sell finally hit Sara's consciousness. Obviously strippers buy their dance outfits here and of course would want to know how they would look on stage.

Patty: "I see you are figuring things out. Yes, the bulk of my clients are in the sex trade, either as dancers or providing more personal services. I also run a very profitable service providing business people in town for conventions the services of young ladies for a private dance in their hotel room."

Sara: "Dance?"

Patty: "Yes. That is all we provide officer. Now if the girl decides to provide additional services in exchange for a small gift, we have no way of knowing that nor do we profit from it."

Sara: "I understand."

Mistress Heather: "Pet, I'm going to let Patty find you a nice outfit for tonight. I intend on taking you out tonight and showing you off."

Sara nodded her acceptance as another curtain swung open and a young woman with red hair walked in carrying a skimpy camisole, a translucent wrap and a g-string.

Patty: "Hi Tiffany. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Tiffany: "I think so. Let me slip this on and you can tell me what you think."

Sara watched as Tiffany disappeared into the changing cubicle. Patty and Heather stood up and moved their chairs to the front of the stage. Heather also directed Sara to grab a third chair and place it between the other two. Thus it was that naked Sara sat between two fully clothed goddesses as Tiffany took the stage to "test" her outfit.

Sara was in awe of the vision before her. Tiffany was a spectacular looking hard body. Although her torso was covered by her new lacy garments, Sara could tell from her dancer's legs and toned arms that she was perfectly fit. Patty turned on the stereo and Tiffany began sensually swaying to the beat. Sara was mesmerized. Her aroused state was quickly heading into overdrive as the gorgeous creature began to perform for her. Sara barely noticed as the colored lights began to heat up bathing Tiffany in a soft glow.

Tiffany's eye contact was glued to Sara's face as she performed her routine. Within minutes Patty turned off the overhead lights forcing Sara's eyes to adjust quickly or risk losing sight of the vixen before her. Sara was salivating over the prospect of servicing Tiffany when she finished. She wondered if Tiffany was into women and then wondered if her feelings matched the legions of men who undoubtedly gave thousands of dollars to this woman each week. 

After the first song, Tiffany slowly began pulling off the wrap covering the camisole. As the black light mixed in with the colored spotlights hit the camisole, it began to glow. Sara had not noticed before because the wrap reflected more light than it allowed through it. Instantly Sara's focus became rooted on Tiffany's hard nipples and gently swaying breasts. As Tiffany moved her routine to using the pole as a prop, Sara felt her mistress' hot breath on the back of her neck. Sara had forgotten two other people were in the room. Heather began tenderly kissing the back of Sara's neck while at the same time reaching around to play with her nipples. Sara knew she was going to give Tiffany at least as good a show as Tiffany was giving her as her mistress began reaching between Sara's legs.

Mistress Heather: "Watch her move pet. Focus on her form. She's beautiful isn't she?"

Sara could only respond with a throaty affirmation.

Mistress Heather: "Imagine being on your knees serving her. Her juicy pussy brushing across your face and marking you with her scent."

Sara was breathing heavily as she entered a dreamlike state aroused her mistress' manipulation of her body and mind. Tiffany continued her routine gradually removing the camisole, its snap button crotch easily popping free as she shimmied the garment seductively down her torso. Sara watched with rapt attention as Tiffany proceeded to crawl and pose on the floor of the stage. Certainly this part of her dance was not required to "test" her new clothes and Sara wondered if it was for her benefit or for Patty. 

With her mistress' fingers still manipulating her special spots, Sara was approaching the point of no return. As the song was ending, Tiffany rolled over onto her back and spread her legs while facing Sara. Sara had a bird's eye view as Tiffany began to masturbate unashamedly; vigorously rubbing her clit with one hand while using two fingers from her other hand to penetrate herself. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of sex. Sara and Tiffany's eyes were locked on each other as both approached their orgasms. Sara in fact barely noticed when a light above the door began to flash and Patty stood up and headed toward the front of the store. If she noticed, Tiffany didn't show it. Her fervor to pleasure herself was increasing with her gaze of pure lust locked onto Sara fighting to retain her composure as Heather brought her closer to the edge. 

Mistress Heather: "I know she is beautiful and that you want to cum slave, but don't you dare do it. If you disobey me, not only will you get the spanking of your life, but we will be leaving here without any new clothes for you."

Sara was not surprised by her mistress' commands. Orgasm denial had been one of Heathers' primary methods of controlling her during her training. Sara struggled to control herself as her conflicted desires washed over her body and mind. Sara forced herself to close her eyes and tried to think of anything but her own pleasure in an effort to forestall her inevitable climax. Fortunately just as Sara feared she was reaching the point of no return and was ready to accept punishment for disobeying her mistress, Tiffany reached her zenith and exploded into a quivering orgasm. Her yells of pleasure rocked the changing room and echoed through Sara's head. Sara felt Mistress Heather grab both of her painfully erect nipples and squeeze them hard.

Mistress Heather: "I know you want it. You decide, obey me and be rewarded or cum and be punished. It's your choice."

Mistress Heather then released Sara's nipples and pushed her down onto the stage. She landed next to Tiffany who was still rocking back and forth riding an unseen wave through her climax. Sara could feel the heat coming off the dancer's body. Instinctively Sara's right hand found her own pussy. It was hot, wet and inviting. Sara brushed her fingertip over her clit and reflexively arched her back as her body tensed in anticipation of the relieve she craved. But in the back of her mind, her subconscious told her to stop and with a loud thud, Sara slammed both of her hands down to the stage. Sara lay still, afraid to move and stared at the ceiling. She could not see Tiffany but could still hear her breathing. Sara closed her eyes once again and tried to ignore her desires. She could sense Tiffany beginning to stand and worried that if Tiffany touched her she would not be able to control herself. Instead of feeling a finger in her pussy, however, Sara felt a hand gripping her hand and opened her eyes to see Tiffany pulling her back into a standing position.

Tiffany: "Thanks Sara. That was one of the best cums I've had in a long time. Dancing for you made me so hot. The two of you should stop by the club tonight. I would love to perform a more intimate dance for you."

Sara: "You were amazing. I don't know what my mistress' plans are for tonight yet, but I would love to see you dance again."

Sara was beginning to calm down, just a bit, and was telling the truth about wanting to see Tiffany dance again. She got the sense Tiffany was willing to do more than dance and hoped her mistress would eventually let them play. Tiffany began moving toward the edge of the stage but stopped and spun around to face Sara once more. Sara watched as Tiffany once again pushed two fingers inside her gushing pussy. After rolling them around a couple of times, she pulled them out holding them up to the light. Her moisture glistened under the colored stage lights.

Tiffany: "Yes, so good. Here's something to remind you of me."

Sara stood frozen in position as Tiffany ran her fingers under Sara's nose wiping her scent on her upper lip. Sara shook with erotic energy, the musky smell beginning to buckle her knees. Instantly Sara was transported back to the edge of her own climax. She wanted to drop to her knees and bury her tongue in Tiffany's sweet pussy. Tiffany obviously could sense her conflict and once again dipped her fingers into her own pleasure pit.

Tiffany: "I know you want this. Maybe tonight at the club..."

Sara watched as Tiffany again pulled glistening fingers up toward her face. She instinctively knew this time her nose wasn't the target and parted her lips ever so slightly. Tiffany slowly pushed her fingers over Sara's lips, the nerve endings and taste receptors working overtime showering Sara's brain with pleasure impulses. Sara sucked in the digits savoring the dancer's flavor. Her knees began to buckle again and this time Sara was unable to control her balance. She slumped to the floor, but managed not to lose contact with Tiffany's tasty fingers.

Sara watched in disappointment as Tiffany pulled her hand back and left the stage. She was also jealous when her mistress gave Tiffany a big hug and deep, soulful kiss. Mistress Heather whispered something in Tiffany's ear and then both women looked at Sara kneeling wantonly on the stage. Tiffany just smiled and waved a goodbye before heading back into the changing room. Heather looked down at Sara and also smiled.

Mistress Heather: "You did good slave. I'm very proud of you for not cumming. Perhaps we will visit Tiffany's club tonight and you can get a reward."

Sara: "Thank you mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Let's head up front and see what clothes we can find you."

Sara stood back up, her knees still a little wobbly, and followed her mistress to the front of the store. Patty was busy helping another woman. Sara noticed this woman was not as lean as Tiffany and definitely looked trashier. The clothes they were looking at were better suited for a hooker, Sara thought. Perhaps the woman was one of Patty's private dancers.

Sara heard the snap of her mistress' fingers and turned back to follow her mistress down an aisle of short skirts. Sara doubted any of these clothes were really suitable for public wearing, but knew her opinion didn't matter. Obviously her mistress intended to show off her body and that was exactly what was going to happen. As Heather thumbed through the rack, Sara saw Tiffany emerge from the changing room. Recomposed in her street clothes she looked almost innocent compared to the raging mass of sexual energy from just ten minutes ago. Sara saw Tiffany simle at her once again before placing the outfit she had danced in on the counter. Patty excused herself from her customer to ring up Tiffany. 

Mistress Heather: "Patty, put that on our tab. It's the least we can do."

Tiffany: "Thanks Heather."

Patty boxed up the outfit and placed the box in a plastic bag. On her way to the door, Tiffany swung down the aisle where the two women were still browsing. Sara felt a wave of excitement and self consciousness about still being naked wash over her.

Tiffany: "Thanks again Heather."

Heather: "No problem. Are you going to the ball tomorrow?"

Tiffany: "Wouldn't miss it."

Tiffany looked into Sara's eyes and paused. Sara didn't know what to say so she said nothing. Sara stood motionless as Tiffany reached her hand around Sara's neck and pulled her head close for a passionate kiss. Sara was totally lost in the moment as she heard Tiffany's box hit the floor moments before she felt a finger penetrating her most intimate location. Sara felt Tiffany's tongue push into her mouth and the dancer's finger began rhythmically thrusting in and out of her pussy. For about 15 seconds Sara passively allowed Tiffany access to her body. Her lusts were reignited and she quietly moaned into Tiffany's mouth. Sara couldn't tell, but she was sure the other woman shopping in the store was watching their embrace and wondered if this type of activity was unusual for this store.

Way too soon for Sara, Tiffany pulled out her fingers and released Sara's neck. Once again she held her fingers aloft for inspection, although this time Tiffany licked them clean herself. She then leaned close to Sara's head and whispered.

Tiffany: "You are a very tasty slut. If your mistress brings you to the club tonight, I'm sure many of the dancers would love to use you as a fluffer."




Sara's Training Ch. 10



Tiffany didn't wait for Sara to respond. She picked up her bag and walked out of the store. Sara was once again in a daze and once again heard her mistress snapping her fingers to get her attention. Sara realized that her mistress had picked out a short skirt and was moving on to a rack of tops. Sara's mind was a blur as she and Heather looked through racks of clothes. Sara tried to concentrate of what she and her mistress were looking at, but her focus was really on Tiffany and her offer for the evening. Sara didn't know what a fluffer was, but she really wanted to find out. 

Eventually Patty finished with her other customer and then helped Heather find a few more items. Together they led Sara into the dress room to try on the clothes. All told there were three tops, two skirts, stockings, g-strings and a choker. Sara had to try on all the combinations and then parade in front of the women on the stage.

Patty: "You have found a beauty this year Heather. I'm sure she will do very well tomorrow night."

Heather: "She had better win. I've invested a lot of time and money in her."

Patty: "Juliet from Seattle was here yesterday with her new slave Roe. They're going to be tough."

Heather: "What's Roe's weakness?"

Patty: "It certainly isn't her looks. She's definitely been cut to look the part. She seems well trained, but she did fail the Tiffany test. She made it all the way until Tiffany began to finger her and then she came. Hard. Juliet was so mad she bent her over her knee right in the front display window and spanked her ass for 15 minutes. Roe was crying, but she came again before it was over. It was crazy, there were cars which drove by and then turned around and passed again very slowly while honking their horns. Juliet didn't seem to care, she was mad."

Heather looked at Sara. "You're not going to lose are you?"

Sara looked down at the floor, "no mam."

Heather: "Thanks for all you help Patty. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Do you have the final outfit ready?"

Patty: "I do. Get your slut naked and I will go get it."

Mistress Heather: "You heard her, slave. Go into the changing room and put on what Patty brings you. I'll meet you in the car."

Sara didn't waste any time removing the small skirt and see through top she had been wearing. She only hoped her next outfit was more appropriate for public viewing.

Sitting naked in the changing cubicle Sara fought the urge to masturbate. She was determined not to disappoint her mistress whatever the cost. Sara waited patiently until Patty returned. She was carrying a box which she handed to Sara.

Patty: "I would like to see you in this outfit before you leave, so please come up front when you are dressed."

Sara nodded her head and opened the top of the box. Immediately she started to snicker to herself. Sara immediately recognized the outfit and had to laugh about what it represented. In the middle of sin city where Sara was quickly learning that anything goes, she was being instructed to dress as a Catholic schoolgirl. The box contained a virginal white blouse with buttons to the neck and long sleeves. There was a plaid skirt much longer than any she had worn for her mistress previously. White socks, large white cotton panties and a pair of black shoes with a one inch heel completed the outfit.

Sara quickly dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Because of her age she though she looked more like an old fashioned school marm than a school girl, but she was definitely amused by her appearance. Once again her mistress had surprised her and as usual, she didn't know what to expect from the rest of the day. Sara headed to the front of the store and the approving eyes of her benefactor. 

Patty: "You look perfect. We figured since it was the afternoon, we would tone down your look. There is only one more thing on the agenda and that is the matter of payment."

Patty held up a cell phone and took a picture of Sara. She then sent a quick text message with the picture.

Patty: "Heather left to make some other arrangements. She's coming back in a little while. She has paid for the other outfits, but if she likes this one she's going to call back and approve its purchase. If she doesn't approve, I'm supposed to take the outfit back and have you wait in the back parking lot."

Sara suddenly figured out the game. She was going to leave the store exactly as she entered it. Naked and alone. The two women waited patiently for Heather's reply although Sara assumed their wait was academic. Finally Patty's phone buzzed with an incoming message. Patty was ringing up another customer at the register so she didn't read the message right away. Sara tried to wait patiently, her heart racing to read the verdict she already assumed was coming.

Patty picked up the phone and read the text message. A knowing smile crossed her face. Obviously the response had been expected. Sara began unbuttoning the blouse.

Patty: "No so fast Sara. Maybe you don't know your mistress as well as you think you do."

She handed Sara the phone who read the message with increasing anticipation.

Mistress Heather: "Patty, the outfit is perfect. Unfortunately my slave does not have any money on her, but please feel free to use her mouth for your pleasure. Have her eat you, piss in it or both, just don't let her come. I'll be back in about 20 minutes."

Sara read the message twice. Her mistress had just prostituted her for the clothes on her back, but at least she would not be nude on the streets again. Sara looked at Patty who waved her around to the back of the counter. She pointed toward the base cabinet under the case register and Sara knew what she wanted. Sara knelt down out of site while Patty hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

Sara leaned forward and took a tentative lick at the shop owner's pussy. Patty was in no mood for subtlety. She gripped Sara's head and pulled forward while simultaneously thrusting her hips forward. Sara got the message and began servicing her in earnest. If it was one thing Sara had learned since that fateful day when Mrs. Anderson first claimed her in the park, it was how to satisfy a woman. Patty knew also that Heather would never have a slave not skilled in the oral arts and looked forward with glee at the prospect of having Sara under her care, if only for 20 minutes or so.

Sara undertook her task as she always did, with passion and joy. Although Patty had released her grip, Sara did her best to keep her mouth plastered on Patty's pussy, even when she heard the door chime that someone had entered the shop. Sara wondered if it was her mistress, but based on the greeting Patty gave, she realized it was another customer. It was surreal to Sara to be servicing the shopkeeper while she kept up a conversation with another customer. Sara was determined to make Patty cum before the woman left the shop or needed Patty's personal attention. If Patty was going to make Sara eat her in the store, Sara was going to do her best to make Patty cum in front of her customer.

Sara could tell Patty was getting close. She expected Patty to indicate she should stop when she heard the customer approaching the counter, but that didn't happen. Patty didn't seem to mind this customer seeing Sara work her magic and if the customer was surprised, she didn't show it. The two women even discussed Sara's technique briefly as if she wasn't even there. As the customer was leaving the store and Sara heard the door chime, Patty forcibly grabbed Sara's hair again and began grinding her pussy on Sara's face. With an animal growl, she pulled hard one more time and climaxed. Sara held on for dear life as Patty shook back and forth and screamed obscenities. Sara felt deliciously wicked having performed in public on a complete stranger.

Patty: "That was wonderful. You have been taught well. I'm sure you are going to do well tomorrow and a ride on your tongue is certainly just compensation for that outfit."

Sara: "Thank you. I'm definitely looking forward to the ball."

As they were chatting, Sara saw her mistress turn back into the parking lot in the borrowed convertible. She said her goodbyes to Patty and headed toward the back door. Mistress Heather was all smiles as Sara plopped down into the passenger seat.

Mistress Heather: "Did you enjoy clothes shopping pet?"

Sara: "Yes mistress I did. May I have permission to cum?"

Mistress Heather: "Not just yet. But don't worry. You will later."

Sara felt a little dejected, but knew better than to question her mistress. The twosome spun out of the parking lot and turned north. Within minutes they were approaching Freemont Street and the glitter of downtown Vegas. Sara had never been to this section of town before having never ventured far off the Strip in her previous visits. Heather piloted the sports car down a side street and over to the El Cortez. Walking inside, Sara was struck by the dingy nature of the casino. Time had definitely not been this hotel's friend. Heather explained this was one of the original Vegas casinos, but they had recently built a new tower where the rooms were quite nice and reasonably priced.

Heather had already registered while Sara was taking care of Patty so after a quick spin through the casino to show off Sara's outfit to the grizzled old gamblers that frequent the El Cortez, they headed right to the elevators. A quick ride brought them to Heather's suite. It wasn't a palatial room that you would see in a movie about Vegas, but it was nice and did have a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room and a king size bed.

Mistress Heather: "Slave, tonight I'm going to take you out on the town, but first you are going to pamper me. Undress me... slowly."

Sara did as she was told. She took her time carefully removing each article of her mistress' attire while taking care to sensually touch every part of Heather's body. Sara knew her performance of this simple act would greatly affect how long she would have to wait for her own climax and was determined to shorten that time however possible. After she had removed all of Heather's clothes, Sara was instructed to draw a hot bath and add some salts, oils and bubble bath Heather had brought along. Heather luxuriated on the soft bed as she watched her slave preparing her bath. After the water was started and the ingredients for mistress stew had been added, Heather commanded Sara to turn on one of the music channels on the TV and to dance for her entertainment. Sara looked inquisitively at her mistress.

Mistress Heather: "You watched intently how Tiffany danced for you. Now I want you to do the same for me. Turn me on."

Sara nodded and went back to the TV. She could not find any "bump n' grind" music, but was able to find a channel playing slow songs that still had a good beat. She began swaying to the music. She wasn't sure exactly how to strip like a professional so she shut her eyes and tried to transport her mind back to the stage in Patty's store. Letting the music wash over her body, she slowly started twisting and turning to the beat while letting her hands roam free across her breasts, ass and thighs. If her mistress was disappointed, she didn't express any regrets as Sara slowly began adding the removal of her clothes to her act. The schoolgirl outfit was not designed to come off easily like Tiffany's was, but Sara did her best to make it look effortless. When she was finally naked she opened her eyes to find her mistress lying on the bed with her legs spread wide vigorously rubbing her pussy.

Mistress Heather: "Turn off the water and then make me cum."

Sara walked over to the bathtub and turned off the faucet. Looking back at Heather, she smiled and slid between her legs. Within short order, much quicker than usual Sara reckoned, her mistress was wrapping her legs around Sara's head and reaching her pleasure zone. Sara theorized that her dance must have been better than she thought and she felt her mistress release and shower her mouth with her juices. As soon as Sara felt Mistress Heather release the pressure of her legs, she slid off the bed and checked the water temperature in the tub. 

Sara: "Your bath is a nice temperature mistress. May I wash you?"

Mistress Heather: "Would it make you happy, slave?"

Sara: "Oh yes, mam. Anything I can do for you makes me happy."

Heather rose from the bed and made her way to the tub. Sitting in the oversized tub she sat back and let Sara clean and massage every part of her body. This pampering always pleased Heather and every time she had Sara do it she would think of how wonderful it would be to have a full time slave/maid to take care of her needs 24/7. She made a mental note to work toward that end in the coming year. 

Heather took a washcloth and after soaking it in the hot water, placed it over her eyes and leaned back in a reclining position.

Mistress Heather: "You have been wonderful today, Sara. While I relax a bit, lie down on the bed and play with your pussy for me. Don't let yourself cum yet, but I want to hear fingers squishing. If you are good, I'll let you cum soon."

Sara had heard that before. Mistress Heather had promised her orgasms only to deny them until she felt she couldn't hold out any longer. Sara figured her mistress' plan was to prime her until the ball so she would be desperate and agree to anything. Even so, Sara was powerless to resist Heather's command. Taking two pillows and fluffing them up, Sara lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy had been wet for hours and she knew it would be a struggle not to cum. Again Mistress Heather didn't say anything, but Sara knew she could hear the sounds of her fingers plunging into her soaking pussy mixing with the sounds of Sara's increasingly passionate moans.

Mistress Heather was pleased with what she heard. Her friends in town had already confirmed Sara's talents and suitability for the competition. Now she just had to keep her focused and ready. Sara's moans were becoming louder and more frequent. Heather knew she could not hold out much longer no matter what she commanded and wanted to be sure Sara came on her terms.

Mistress Heather: "That's enough. Stop."

Heather heard a final moan, but one borne out of frustration not passion. Without looking out from under the washcloth, Heather gave Sara another command, to pull her suitcase out of the closet and pick the dildo of her choice from the bag. Heather heard movement in the room instantly as Sara, hoping the dildo was for her, sprung into action. When Heather heard movement back on the bed again, she ordered Sara to begin sucking on the dildo as if it were a cock. Sara knew she would need no additional lubricant to take the toy she had selected inside of her, but nevertheless began slobbering all over the phallus as if she was giving her husband a messy blowjob. Heather continued to relax in the tub, although the water was cooling and soon she would be getting out. She let Sara blow the dildo for a few minutes until she was done with her bath and the instructed Sara to slowly push the dildo inside of herself. Heather smiled as she heard the sounds of lust escaping Sara's mouth as she pushed the toy deep inside her pussy. 

Mistress Heather: "Now listen very carefully. Don't fuck yourself. That is my job. I want you to stand up and walk over to the picture window. Don't let the dildo drop. Open the curtains, spread your legs and put your hands on the glass as if you were being frisked by a police officer."

Heather waited until she heard Sara stand back up before removing the washcloth to watch. She saw Sara move carefully toward the window, straining to keep the dildo from sliding out of her overly lubricated pussy. Heather never tired of looking at Sara and wanted to draw this moment out as long as she could. As Heather has presupposed, Sara had chosen one of the strap-ons from the toy suitcase. The straps hung down her leg obscenely, ready to be attached to Heather's waiting hips.

Sara followed her instructions to the letter. After opening the curtains, Sara pressed her body against the warm glass and stood spread eagled at attention. Her palms were flat against the glass and her toes were touching the wall. Sara's breasts were pressed against the window and although she tried to stand perfectly still, Sara quickly found even the tiny movement caused by her deep breaths went straight from her nipples to her pussy. There was just enough friction to tease her skin with a delicious tension as she took air in before the tension was released as she exhaled. Sara could feel her mistress' eyes on her body. She prayed this game was not another way for her mistress to tease her and that she soon would receive the gift of relief her body craved. The room was silent and the sounds of the city seemed far away. Sara could hear her heart pounding and every second seemed like an eternity. Finally Sara heard the sound of water splashing as her mistress climbed out of the tub. The anticipation was building in Sara's soul. She was longing for her mistress' touch and knew that if her mistress did not take hold of the dildo soon, she would no longer be able to hold it in.

At long last she felt her mistress' soft touch on her shoulder. Sara involuntarily shuddered; a chill coursing down her spine as Heather slowly ran her finger from the base of Sara's neck down to the top of her butt. 

Mistress Heather: "I see my pet longs for my touch."

Sara: "Yes mistress. I've wanted you all day."

Mistress Heather: "Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?"

Sara: "Of course mistress. I will do whatever you command."

Mistress Heather: "Do you think you have earned an orgasm?"

Sara: "I would not be so presumptuous. You control when I cum."

Mistress Heather: "A very good answer. Does my dildo feel good in your squishy slut pussy?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Heather took hold of dildo's base and slowly pulled it out of Sara until the tip was just grazing her labia. A soft mew escaped Sara's lips, but she did not move. Heather pulled the dildo back a little further and traced Sara's ass crack with the tip, swirling the head near Sara's backdoor.

Mistress Heather: "How about here? What if this is how I want you?"

Sara: "Anywhere you want. Anytime you say."

Heather drew the dildo back down Sara's ass and once again teased the lips of her swollen labia. She then slowly reinserted about half of the dildo into Sara's pussy.

Mistress Heather (teasing): "Your pussy is positively eating up my cock. Would you like me to give you a good fucking?"

Sara: "Oh my God, mistress. Yes, please fuck me."

Mistress Heather: "I didn't notice when we entered the hotel. Is this glass reflective or do you think people can see you."

Sara: "I don't care if they can. Please fuck me."

Mistress Heather: "As you wish."

A wave of liberation swept over Sara as she felt her mistress quickly pull the dildo from its girl sheath. Her release would be soon. For the first time, Sara really looked out the window as she assumed her mistress was donning her assault weapon. There were no other buildings as high as they were in line with their floor so Sara felt confident this performance was only for the benefit of the two participants. Not that it mattered. Sara wasn't lying when she said she didn't care if anyone saw them. Sara knew that tomorrow during the ball she would be performing for an audience and she had a pretty good idea that later tonight she would be too. No, Sara wasn't worried about people getting the wrong idea about her. She was about to get fucked by another woman. A woman who had total control of her body and soul and Sara was just fine with that.

Sara focused on holding her position flat against the window as she felt the tip of the dildo once again begin to part her nether lip. Slowly, ever so slowly, Heather eased the dildo further inside Sara. Heather loved the whimpering sounds Sara was making and made a mental note to put her in the same position during the competition. As soon as she bottomed out with Sara's ass touching her hips, Heather whispered into Sara's ear.




Sara's Training Ch. 11



Sara and Heather sat down at their table. Heather enjoyed immensely watching her slave drool over Tiffany's dance. Sara's head was still spinning and wondered what her mistress had planned for the rest of the evening. She knew she wanted to party with Tiffany. And she knew she would gladly service the voluptuous stripper she had watched earlier. Heather and Sara continued to watch the dancers while they waited for Tiffany to come back out. Sara was also scanning the crowd watching the other dancers perform lap dances and try to convince the men to head behind the partition. As Sara's attention began to turn back toward the stage, she noticed the pixie looking girl from the Venetian walk through the door. Both Sara and her mistress had agreed this girl could not be older than seventeen when they first met, but she breezed past the bouncer without even a cursory look at her probably fake id. The girl was still dressed in the same clothes she wore at the Venetian, although they did seem a little wrinkled now. Sara watched as the girl scanned the club and tried to draw her attention. Spotting Heather and Sara, the girl made her way through the tables, grabbed a chair and sat down.

Heather: "Welcome. Glad to see you again. My name is Mistress Heather and this is my slave, Sara."

Girl: "Nice to formally meet you. My name is Mary."

Sara: "Where's your uncle?"

Mary (laughing): "He's passed out and I've got $500."

Heather: "Well you will not need any money tonight unless you want to tip a dancer. All I have to do is kiss or fondle my slut and drinks appear."

Mary: "So if I want a drink, I just have to slip Sara the tongue?"

Sara (hopefully): "It's worked so far."

Mary: "What if I do this?"

Heather and Sara watched as the free spirited Mary stood back up and turned to the table of guys who had been sending drinks. Without a hint of embarrassment, Mary lifted her short skirt giving the guys a long look at her panty less pussy. Sara could not see the expression on Mary's face, but the guys were certainly shocked. Almost immediately one of the guys signaled the waitress and soon another drink was delivered.

Mary: "That works great. I've never tried that here."

Heather: "So you've been here before?"

Mary: "Yeah. I've been to most of the clubs. The dancers get the guys worked up. It's usually an easy pickup for me at the end of the night to earn a few extra dollars."

Sara: "If you don't mind me asking, what did the guy at the Venetian get for his $500?"

Mary: "I found him leaving the craps table. He had a pretty successful run, although he was already pretty drunk. I suggested we have dinner and then I took him up to his room for a half and half."

Sara: "Half and half?"

Mary: "Blowjob and a fuck. Like I said, he was pretty drunk so after I slurped him hard, I had to ride him. It didn't take too long to get him to squirt and here I am."

Sara: "We're glad you came."

Mary: "Well, I have not cum yet. That is where you come in. At the hotel, your mistress said you would satisfy me. The night is young. I could have easily found another client. You are costing me $500 to $1,000 dollars. You had better be good."

Sara sat in stunned silence listening to the hooker describe the services she had been promised.

Mistress Heather: "You don't have to worry Mary. Sara will get you off and I'm sure you can find another paying customer here tonight."

Mary's voice took a surprising authoritarian tone. Sara was surprised given how innocent she looked, but of course was turned on by the thought of submitting to someone young enough to be her daughter.

Mary: "She looks like she has talent. She could make a fortune in this town. How are we going to do this?"

Mistress Heather: "If I told her to, she would drop to the floor right here and satisfy you. But I think a little more privacy is in order. Take her to the bathroom and do whatever you want. Sara, I expect you to serve Mary as if you were serving me and I had better not get a bad report back."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mary gulped down her drink, stood up, took Sara's hand and led her to the bathroom. Except for a couple of people sitting at the rail, all eyes were on the pair. Just as they reached the hallway to the bathrooms, Tiffany appeared from the stage door. Sara didn't notice. She was focused completely on following Mary. In fact, Sara seemed startled when Tiffany tapped her on the shoulder.

Tiffany: "Have fun you two."

Sara just smiled. Mary didn't seem to care. Sara turned her head to see Tiffany begin to work the room looking for larger tips. She felt herself being pulled into the bathroom. Mary immediately pushed her up against the wall. She forced Sara's hands against the cold tile wall right at head level and imposed a brutal French kiss. Sara's willpower, what little she had when they walked into the bathroom disappeared the minute she felt pinned against the wall. Although Mary was much smaller than her, Sara's desire to serve had inflamed her body and she began to go limp against the wall. Mary began to pull away as Sara fought to keep contact with her lips.

Mary: "I like a horny bitch. The guys pay the bills, but women get me off. On your knees slut."

Sara wasted no time dropping to the floor. She probably should have considered how dirty the bathroom was but she knew the tile was sparkling next to her own depraved desires. Mary grabbed her by the hair and instructed her to crawl to the handicapped stall. Sara did as she was told, her mouth drooling as she tried to steal glances up the skirt of her panty less aggressor. Mary kicked open the stall door and ushered Sara inside. Sara knelt as Mary stepped over her to latch the door. She then unzipped her skirt and sat down on the toilet seat. Spreading her legs to Sara's lustful gaze, Mary gave a simple command. "Get to work."

While Sara was busy in the bathroom, Tiffany had another guy in the back room extracting several $20 bills from his wallet for a few minutes of her personal dancing. Heather continued to sip her drink, enjoying the feeble pickup attempts of the guys in the club. By the time Tiffany had finished with client one, Sara was still not finished with Mary, so Heather waved Tiffany over.

Heather: "How much for a lap dance."

Tiffany: "$20 for one, $40 for two or $60 to go in the back room."

Heather: "What do I get in the back room?"

Tiffany: "It's more private back there so I can be more expressive. You still are not allowed to touch me but nobody gets too worried if you touch yourself. For an extra $20 you can touch me. For $40 I'll touch you."

Tiffany winked when she quoted the last two prices on the menu. Heather knew these clubs were strictly look and no touch to avoid the risk of a prostitution charge. She wondered just how far Tiffany went with the guys. She knew she could convince Tiffany to accompany her and Sara back to the hotel, but she wanted to see how far she could push things in public.

Heather: "I'll start with the $60 show. From there, we'll see."

Tiffany took Heather's hand and led her to the private area. Heather slipped the bouncer stationed to protect the area an extra $20 and told him they didn't want to be distracted. Once in the private room, Tiffany waited to give their eyes a chance to adjust to the dim light. Heather noticed a couple of other dancers performing for their clients. Each guy was sitting in a semi-circular booth and appeared to be sitting on their hands. Heather watched in fascination as the dancers teased the men without mercy. One was on her hands and knees showing the guy her spread ass as she humped the floor. Heather could tell his cock was straining against his pants. The other dancer was grinding her body against her client and pressing her mountainous boobs onto his face. He obvious paid the extra money, Heather reasoned. Tiffany led Heather to the last booth.

Tiffany: "You only saw some of my moves at the store. For the extra $40 you can have what Starr is giving the guy next door. For another hundred I'll make sure you cum."

Mistress Heather: "I have another plan. Based on what I saw in the store today, I'm sure you'll do whatever I want to get another crack at having my slave please you. How much of the $60 goes to the house."

Tiffany: "The first $20 plus 25% on any additional tips."

Mistress Heather: "Here's $20 to cover the house. You are going to dance for me and you are going to make sure I cum. After I cum, you can use Sara again. I know we discussed putting her on fluffer duty. My little slut would love that and I'm sure you and your fellow dancers would too. Otherwise we can just leave."

Tiffany never said a word. She just started swaying her body back and forth and went into her routine.

Back in the bathroom, Sara was still on the floor. Her mouth was pressed firmly into Mary's soaking pussy as the young hooker pulled insistently on Sara's head while she wrapped one of her legs over Sara's back. Mary's moans of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls and the sight of Sara's high heeled feet sticking out under the stall's door left no doubt as to what was happening. Hoping to give her tongue a rest, Sara had just begun to finger fuck the young girl when she heard the bathroom door open. Sara heard the stall door next to them open and a woman relieve herself. She then heard the toilet flush. Sara tried to stop her ministrations, hoping the other woman would leave, but Mary would have none of that and pulled hard on her hair until Sara got the idea.

Woman: "Listen up slut. Your mistress is in the back with Tiffany. She told me to keep you occupied for about 20 minutes. Finish off the hooker and then get your ass over here."

Sara wondered who was in the next stall, but didn't wonder what she would be doing for the next 20 minutes as she redoubled her efforts to make Mary climax.

Mary's thighs clamped tight against Sara's head as she rode out her orgasm. The sounds of womanly happiness bounced off the stall walls and throughout the bathroom. Sara went along for the ride with one hand buried deep in her own pussy while the other helped balance her body on the floor and she tried to rest her jaw. As soon as Mary began to calm down, the voice from the adjoining stall once again commanded Sara.

Waitress: "She's done. Get over here slut. I've been wet ever since you and your mistress arrived and I need satisfaction."

Sara wasn't sure if the woman was lying about her mistress approving, but servicing another stranger certainly sounded plausible and Sara wasn't about to take a chance of displeasing her mistress. After standing up, Sara straightened her clothes as best she could and walked around to the other stall. As Sara expected, the waitress was sitting on the toilet with her shorts and panties around her ankles. Her legs were spread and her hand was already massaging her puffy and wet pussy lips. Without saying a word, Sara knelt down, prepared to service another anonymous woman. As Sara's head moved into position, she began to recoil as she realized the woman had not wiped her pussy after peeing; the strong smell of urine hanging in the air. The waitress just laughed, grabbed Sara's ear and pulled her into position. Sara almost vomited when the smell from the feces in the bowl hit her nose.

Waitress: "Don't tell me your mistress never played bathroom games with you. Get to work."

Repulsed, but turned on, Sara set to her task. The woman kept up a barrage of filth as she continued to harangue Sara and her status. Sara continued to gag from the smell as the woman pulled her head tighter and tighter into her crotch.

Waitress: "That's a good slut. Work that tongue. Suck my clit. Lick my pussy. Get down to my ass."

Sara didn't know how long her debasement went on, but finally the woman stiffened and shuddered through a climax. It was then Sara heard the bathroom door being forcefully opened. She worried it was the cops coming to arrest her, but it was Heather with Mary in tow. Sara's mistress was not amused.

Mistress Heather: "What the hell is going on here?"

Sara: "I was doing what you commanded."

Mistress Heather: "I told you to take care of Mary. What are you doing with the waitress?"

Sara: "She told me you said to take care of her."

Mistress Heather: "Oh she did, did she."

Sara: "Yes mam."

Mistress Heather: "Well how about it bitch. Did you tell my property I approved this?"

Waitress: "So what if I did. I knew the tramp would go for it. You need to watch her more closely if you are the jealous type."

Mistress Heather: "Sara, get up. You will be punished for this transgression. Clean yourself up and then have Mary show you backstage. Tiffany is waiting for you."

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Sara squeezed past Heather and went to the sink to wash her hands and face. In the mirror, Sara saw her mistress raise her hand and slap the waitress across her cheek.

Mistress Heather: "That is for messing with my property."

The waitress recoiled from the force and tried to stand up, but Heather easily pushed her back onto the toilet. Sara continued to watch in the mirror, proud that her mistress was defending her honor. Once again Heather slapped the waitress. The waitress cowered into a submissive pose Sara knew all too well.

Mistress Heather: "You took what is mine so I expect payback."

Sara smiled as Heather began to lift her skirt. Sara knew that position too. Leaving the bathroom with Mary leading the way, Sara heard the unmistakable sounds of the waitress repaying her debt to Mistress Heather. From experience Sara knew her mistress could hold back her orgasm almost indefinitely when she really wanted to and wondered how long she would force the waitress to service her.

Walking back into the club, Sara's eyes needed to readjust to the lack of light, but from what she saw, things hadn't changed much and nobody seemed hip to what was happening in the ladies room. A smiling Tiffany was waiting at the stage door and ushered the girls inside. Once inside the relative calm of the dressing room, Tiffany filled them in on her dance for Heather.

Tiffany: "When you took Mary to the bathroom, Heather took me to the private dance area. I planned on turning her on and making her pay for the privilege, but I now understand how she gets women to do what she says. Within moments I found myself naked and grinding my pussy on her lap. We're only supposed to strip down to our g-string, but I couldn't help myself. When your mistress ordered me to take it off, I simply tore the string and flung it on the floor. I continued bouncing up and down on her legs as if I was riding a cock. My juices were flowing just like at the store this afternoon and I knew I was going to cum just as well as I had at Patty's. As you can probably guess, however, that wasn't part of Heather's plan. Grabbing me around the waist, she stood up spinning me down into the booth. She then forced me to the floor and hiked up her skirt. She told me I owed her for this afternoon and if I wanted to cum, I had better do a good job with her."

Sara and Mary were paying close attention, their hands resting on the small of each other's backs. As Tiffany continued describing her encounter with Heather, their hands began to get more intimate, first rubbing their backsides, then squeezing and finally moving forward in a wanton display of lust.

Tiffany: "I did my best to make Heather cum. I was in heat and I needed to cum. I knew my satisfaction went through her pussy. She must have paid off the bouncer because we were undisturbed for over 15 minutes and that never happens. After she came, Heather spun me around and bent me over the couch. Without saying a word, she gave me a short spanking and the finger fucked me until I was ready to burst. Then she stopped. As I groaned in frustration, she slapped my ass again and told me I had not earned my climax. I said something stupid, like fuck you, and began fingering my own clit. Heather reached down and grabbed both my wrists pulling me to my feet. Before I could protest, she was pushing me naked back into the bar. Just before she turned to head into the bathroom, she told me not to worry that Sara was going to take care of me again. She then slapped my ass and told me to wait for you. My pussy was on fire and I sprinted to the door. I must have been quite a sight for the guys. Anyway, it's time for you to earn your keep Sara."

Although Sara had been enthralled by Tiffany's story, she immediately snapped back to reality.

Sara: "I can't do that. At least not without my mistress' permission."

Tiffany: "I told you already. Heather told me it was ok."

Sara: "That's what the waitress said too."

Tiffany: "Fair enough. I'll tell you what. While we wait for her, let's go into the fluffing room."

Sara heard that phrase before so she theorized maybe Tiffany was on the level. Tiffany led the girls back through the dressing room and down a dark corridor past another bathroom and to an unmarked door.

Tiffany: "Most of the dancers like to be excited before they go on stage. The sexier we feel the better our dances and the bigger our tips. This room is where we come for a little private time. Usually we are alone, but that waitress who tried to play rough for the first time in her life also comes in to help. During conventions when we're really busy and there can be 50-60 dancers working at night, the owner will hire a couple of 'fluffers' to expedite the process."

Sara and Mary peeked inside the door. There were four cubicles like being in an office. Each one had a small end table with a drawer, a flat panel monitor with DVD player, a loveseat and a curtain.

Tiffany: "Some of the girls like privacy when they are 'getting in the mood' and some leave the curtain open. It's kind of funny that a woman can go out and dance in front of strangers but still be shy about diddling herself. Oh well. Different strokes and all."

Sara looked around the first cubicle and opened the drawer in the end table. There were a selection of DVDs, some straight, some lesbian and some fetish. There were also a variety of vibrating devices, two dildos and even a pair of nipple clamps. Different strokes indeed.

Tiffany: "Your mistress has arranged for you to be the fluffer for tonight's graveyard shift. They will start arriving in about half an hour. Right now, however, I need to get off. Care to help me Mary?"

Mary: "Actually, I was wondering if Tommy is still working as the DJ here."

Tiffany: "Yes he is. His shift ends in an hour."

Mary: "We went out a long time ago. He has such a great cock, but he didn't like the line of work I chose. I always thought that was hypocritical given where he works."

Tiffany: "I've sampled that cock on several occasions. I've never been with a man who came with such volume."

Mary: "I'm going to try and get him to give me a fuck for old times' sake. I'll be back later."

Tiffany: "I guess it's just you and me Sara. Have you changed your mind?"

Tiffany had changed her tone and was speaking low and slow. To enhance her offer, she had begun using one hand to stimulate her nipples and the other to spread her lips showing Sara her wetness.

Sara: "I can't until my mistress gives me permission. I want to. I really want to. But she already promised to punish me and I don't want to disappoint her again.

Tiffany: "Then you will not mind if I take care of myself. I need to get back on stage."

Tiffany plopped herself down on the loveseat and spread her legs wide letting one rest on the arm rest and one on the floor. She stared right at Sara's eyes while she began to pleasure herself. She told Sara how sexy she was and how she longed for her touch. Tiffany was practically begging Sara to finish her off, her fingers flying across her clit while she simultaneously pinched and pulled her own nipples. Sara's breathing was as ragged as Tiffany's. Her own pussy was pulsating with lust. She prayed her mistress would find them before Tiffany finished and giver her permission to participate. Sara could tell Tiffany was close. Although she had just met this woman a few hours ago, this was going to be the second massive orgasm she witnessed the woman achieve. With a final cry, an arch of her back and a barrage of phrases calling Sara every dirty name in the book, Tiffany exploded. Sara had a front row seat as Tiffany ejaculated girl cum three feet into the air as her climax wracked her body. Her body was still quaking when Sara heard the door open. Peeking out from the cubicle, Sara saw her mistress.




Sara's Training Ch. 11



Sara: "Hello mistress. I'm glad you are here."

Mistress Heather: "I straightened out that punk waitress. She will not be bothering you anymore. You're going to get a spanking later for your transgression, but first we're going to give your tongue a workout."

Tiffany was starting to recover as Heather approached the cubicle.

Mistress Heather: "So did Sara take care of you again?"

Tiffany: "Not the way I wanted her to. She was too worried about disobeying you. She did play a role however."

Mistress Heather: "I'm glad she learned her lesson and didn't give in to you. I have to punish her but I can't leave any marks because of the ball. How did she help you?"

Tiffany: "Just a fantasy I've had about having my own slave. I pictured her dressed up in some frilly maid's costume at my house attending to my needs. In my mind I gave her a good spanking because she broke a glass and then had her finger me to orgasm."

Mistress Heather: "She's going to get a spanking for the waitress episode, perhaps you can help."

Tiffany: "Sure, if it's later. I need to get back on stage."

Mistress Heather: "No problem. We'll be here a little while longer. By the way, where's Mary?"

Sara: "She went to look for the DJ. I guess they were a couple before."

Mistress Heather: "I wanted to watch the two of you together. I hope she comes back. What time does the next shift start?"

Tiffany: "The girls should start arriving in about 15 minutes."

Mistress Heather: "Excellent. Have a good set. Can we watch the stage on the TV?"

Tiffany: "Yes. Turn to AV2. AV1 is for the DVD player."

Mistress Heather: "Great. I'm going to watch you dance while Sara eats me out."

Heather and Tiffany hugged as Tiffany slipped passed her heading back to the dressing room to prepare for her next set. Sara continued to kneel on the floor patiently waiting for her mistress to take her position in the fluffing chair. Heather stopped at the TV to tune in the stage and then removed her skirt. Sara began her well known ritual of service to her mistress trying to steal glances at the screen when she could. Sara was sure she would be ordered to perform for the other dancers and wanted to finish her mistress before they began to arrive. She theorized in her mind that her mistress would allow her a few minutes to rest if she did a good job, so she gave her best effort. However, having recently cum from Tiffany's skills, Heather was perfectly content to let her slave slurp away for 20 minutes; thoroughly enjoying herself and not nearly ready to climax. Sara could hear the pounding music from the stage mixed with the gentle mewing from her mistress. Finally the sound of heels on tile signaled the arrival of a new dancer.

Dancer: "I heard we had a fluffer tonight."

Mistress Heather: "Yes, my slave has agreed to help you girls out for the next hour. My name is Mistress Heather."

Dancer: "Nice to meet you. My name is Starr."

Mistress Heather: "Were your parents astronomers?"

Starr: "No, it's my stage name. My real name is Kallie."

Mistress Heather: "Ok Starr, get settled in your cube and I'll send my tramp over to you directly."

Sara heard the same footsteps outside the cube wall and felt her mistress pulling her head skyward.

Mistress Heather: "The owner of this club is a friend of mine. I agreed to have you help her dancers prepare for the next hour. If you do a good job and I get good feedback, I might go easy on you tonight and hold off on your punishment until after the ball. If I get bad feedback, you'll be walking back to the hotel naked. Got it?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "Good. Now crawl over to your first customer."

On hands and knees, Sara crawled to the next cubicle. She found an older woman who looked like she had some mileage on her. Her surgically enhanced breast threatened to burst from the tiny flag adorned bikini top she was wearing. The matching panty was lying on the floor. The woman had her legs spread and was lazily stroking her pussy waiting for Sara.

Starr: "Aren't you a pretty one. How did you get yourself in this position?"

Sara: "It is my pleasure to serve my mistress, mam."

Starr: "I'm certainly not going to stop you. I don't like to cum before I go on stage, just get me worked up."

Sara: "Yes mam."

And so it went for Sara. The next shift of dancers began to arrive. Some availed themselves of her services, some took care of themselves and some just got dressed and hit the stage. Heather went back to the bar and chatted with the owner. There was a monitor behind the bar which showed the area between the cubes and Heather felt comfortable keeping an eye on Sara this way. She and the owner were talking business, although Heather was interrupted every couple of minutes by a horny guy. She brushed them off with a practiced elegance. The dancers seemed particularly energetic that evening, the owner noted and thanked Heather for her generous gift. Toward the end of the hour, Heather noticed that the DJ had let the same song repeat three times. Looking up at the glass enclosed DJ booth, she saw Mary rhythmically bouncing up and down. Pointing this out to the owner, she heard the story of their whirlwind romance and the legend of his carnal skills.

Heather: "She missed out on making a trick or two tonight to play with Sara. At least she's getting something for herself."

Heather continued to watch Mary who now appeared to be pressed up against the glass with the DJ behind her. There was a glare on the window, but it certainly appeared that she was enjoying herself. Heather continued her conversation with her friend, alternating her gaze between the owner, the monitor and the DJ booth. A few minutes later she saw Mary open the door to the DJ booth and walk down the stairs. She was pulling her clothes back on and seemed to be a little unsteady. Heather and the owner watched as she walked backstage.

Heather: "Is that normal?"

Owner: "Everything is normal here."

Heather: "I had better collect Sara. I don't want her too worn out for tomorrow."

Owner: "OK. I'll see you at the ball."

Back in the fluffer room, Sara had lost track of how many strippers she had serviced. She knew the number was more than ten, but she was also sure some had come back more than once. She definitely recognized Starr who had returned after her set. Sara noticed Starr was sweaty from her dances and her pussy was still juicy from the time Sara had spent between her legs earlier. This time Starr was not worried about cumming before she danced. She didn't even bother to sit down. She just pulled her g-string over and pulled the kneeling Sara's head into her crotch. Sara wondered if Starr used the same motions during her lap dances as the woman ground her pussy back and forth across Sara's face until she climaxed.

Sara barely had a chance to catch her breath when Mary reentered the room. Without saying a word, Mary dropped her skirt and bent over in front of Sara.

Mary: "I let Tommy dump his spooge up my ass. Clean me out."

Sara looked at Mary's backside. Her asshole was distended from the pounding it took and a river of goo was starting to seep out. Sara hesitated not wanting to stick her tongue in the young girl's ass, but a forceful tug on her hair changed her mind. This is the scene which greeted Heather's return.

Mistress Heather: "So did you get $500 worth out of my slave tonight."

Mary: "I had some fun. I'll probably find a quickie out in the crowd for a few hundred before I head home."

Mistress Heather: "After she is done, I'm taking her home. We have a big day tomorrow."

Mary: "I don't need to cum again. I just don't want cum running down my leg went I'm picking up a new trick. It's bad for business."

Mistress Heather: "Clean her up Sara and then go to the bathroom and make yourself presentable. Have you allowed yourself to cum back here?"

Sara pulled her mouth off Mary's brown eye to answer no.

Mistress Heather: "Good. Not to worry, you will before the night is over. Meet me at the bar."

Sara went back to work on Mary licking up and down her thighs making sure to catch all of Tommy's runaway jizz. She was glad Mary didn't want more than a quick rim job and cleaning. She was tired and sore from kneeling as long as she had and her tongue needed a break. Sara made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She looked like a mess, about what you would expect for someone who just serviced a dozen or more women. Sara did her best to wash her face and neck, but they wasn't going to be much she could do about her ratted hair. Exiting the bathroom, Sara headed back to the dressing room enroute to the stage door. One of the dancers who just came in gave her a big hug, a passionate kiss and thanked her for getting her in the mood to work. Sara said "you're welcome" but in truth did not recognize the woman. Sara walked through the stage door and found her mistress waiting at the bar. She was again talking to the club's owner.

Mistress Heather: "Ah, there you are. I want you to meet a friend of mine. She owns this club. Her name is Mistress Debbie."

Sara cast her eyes downward and said it was nice to meet her.

Mistress Debbie: "I've heard very good reports about you from my dancers. And don't worry, about Becky, the waitress who took advantage of you in the bathroom. She's part of my stable and she will be punished after we close tonight."

Sara: "Thank you Mistress Debbie."

Mistress Debbie: "I've been discussing with your mistress the opportunity to have you here more often. Would you like that?"

Sara: "My mistress would have to make that decision."

Mistress Heather: "Well, we'd have to work out some details to compensate Frank, but it might be possible."

Sara's heart sank when she heard her mistress discuss leaving her in Vegas. She didn't know what she had done to warrant that type of rejection.

Mistress Heather: "I can tell what you're thinking. It would not be full time. Maybe six or seven weekends a year."

That didn't sound much better to Sara, but she knew better than to say anything. Sara and Heather said their goodbyes and headed back to the car. Walking through the parking lot Sara noticed Mary's head bouncing up and down in the back seat of a parked car. What a town, she thought. The pair arrived back at their suite at the El Cortez a little before 1am. Heather had been very kind and supportive in the car. She was acting more in "friend" mode than "mistress" mode. When the pair entered the suite, Heather's first action was to begin drawing a hot bath.

Heather: "I'd say a hot bath would do you good before bed. I need you to get a good night's sleep tonight, so I'm not going to punish you because of what Becky pulled. You are done for the night."

Sara: "I'm happy to service you before bed, mistress."

Heather: "No, tonight we are friends."

Sara: "Well, I always sleep better after an orgasm."

Heather: "Do you think you earned that tonight?"

Sara: "That is for you to decide."

Heather: "Relax in the tub for a while and we'll see."

Sara sat down in the warm water of the whirlpool tub and immediately started to relax. Turning on the jets, Sara let the soothing bubbles tantalize her skin. She shut her eyes and leaned her head back allowing her mind to transport her body to a land far away. Mistress Heather sat back and watched her slave in the tub. She was conflicted. She certainly thought Sara had earned some satisfaction for her performance tonight, but at the same time, she wanted Sara to get to bed relatively early. In the end, her lust won out and she stripped off her clothes and retrieved a strap-on from her toy bag. Although Heather was moving around the room, Sara, in her eyes closed tranquil state didn't seem to notice. In fact, the first hint of a change of activity came when Sara felt the dildo grazing her lips. Sara didn't flinch or even open her eyes. She simply opened her mouth and took her mistress in. Sara rocked onto her side to give her mistress better access to her mouth and reached around Heather's ass to pull her closer. Heather jumped back at her slave being so presumptuous and knew she had to put herself back in full charge.

Mistress Heather: "Never touch me again like that without permission, slave. Get out of the tub and lean against the bathroom counter."

Sara jumped up in the tub splashing water onto the floor and her mistress in the process. She practically leaped out of the tub and within seconds, her chest was pressed into the counter. Sara spread her legs in the way she knew her mistress liked and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks. She then looked forward in the mirror in hopes of seeing her mistress take up an authoritarian position behind her.

Mistress Heather: "I was going to let you stew in your juices tonight, but you did earn some pleasure tonight. I'm going to fuck you for ten minutes. After that it's time for bed."

Sara: "Yes mam. Thank you mam."

Sara braced for her mistress' assault. In her mind, Sara wondered if she should try for multiple small orgasms or try to build to one bigger one. Her mistress had on her big cock so Sara was going to be stretched. Sara wanted a big release, but also knew her mistress could tell when she was about to cum and could always claim the time was up leaving her hanging. Still, after all that had happened that night, a small orgasm or two wasn't going to quench her thirst. Sara looked into the mirror as she felt her mistress' weight come to bear and she felt her pussy being stretched to its limit. Her mistress was taking her time on each stroke, something Sara could not abide, so she began thrusting her hips out in an effort to maximize the sensation of each thrust. This was exactly what Heather was expecting. She knew as Sara's mistress, she should probably only tease her. She theorized that Sara's performance the next day would benefit. On the other hand, watching an unequalled sex machine thrust herself back and forth under her control was intoxicating. Heather felt the carnal side of her brain beginning to win out and grabbed Sara's hips. Sara squealed in delight and Heather pushed her firmly into the counter and began giving her a hard and fast pounding. Sara was watching her own face in the mirror as her passions became unleashed, her massive bust swaying back and forth and her face being covered is a mass of swirling hair. Sara cried out to her mistress to fuck her harder, a request which Heather was more than happy to accommodate. Over and over Heather pounded the fake dick into Sara's defenseless body and over and over Sara urged her to do it harder.

Mistress Heather was starting to tire and looked down on her slave in awe. How was she still going and asking for more? Finally after about nine minutes, Sara's mind and body exploded. Sara was seeing bright flashes of light as every nerve ending in her body was releasing their electrical impulses. Heather pulled the fake dick out of the quivering Sara, who despite her attempts to grab the smooth counter, soon found herself writhing on the bathroom floor. Heather walked out of the room and unbuckled the harness holding her pleasure weapon. She then crawled beneath the blanket on the bed and waited for Sara. 

Sara's orgasm lasted longer than any she had remembered. She shook and spasmed on the tile floor for several minutes. A touch to her pussy confirmed that it was as wet as it had ever been and an inadvertent light touch to her clit sent her quaking again. Sara didn't know how long she remained in the bathroom, but when her legs would finally support her, she staggered into the main room of the suite. Not finding her mistress, she headed to the bedroom.

Heather: "Shut off the light and come to bed."

Sara: "I should shower."

Heather: "Nonsense. I love the feel and smell of a freshly fucked woman."

Sara blushed and did as she was ordered. Sliding under the covers Sara felt Heather spoon against her and hold her tight. She felt safe and never wanted to leave.

Dawn came in just a few hours, but the heavy curtain and 'do not disturb' sign allowed the women to sleep in. At least they slept in until the phone rang at 10am. Heather picked up the receiver and mumbled a few choice words. Sara was groggy and barely aware of her surroundings.

Mistress Heather: "That was Roxy. We're supposed to meet her and Peggy at the hair dresser in an hour. Take a quick shower and I'll order some breakfast."

Sara's mind snapped to attention. Today was finally the day. She bolted to the shower turning the water on very hot to sooth her body once again. She was only in the shower for a few minutes when Heather began calling her out for breakfast. Sara wondered how room service could have gotten there so fast. She emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet but toweling herself as she walked to find a tray with toast, eggs and coffee.

Mistress Heather: "We're on a little of a time constraint, so eat up. We need to leave in about 20 minutes."

The breakfast was not as leisurely as Sara would have liked. Usually when she woke up in a hotel after an all night fuck fest, breakfast would be taken at a more relaxed pace. But Sara knew that Friday night had just been a prelude to tonight's festivities and was anxious to get the day started. By quarter to 11 then women were back in the convertible heading to what Heather described as the best full service salon in the city.

Heather pulled the car into the parking lot of what Sara deemed a luxury looking establishment. Unlike some of the non-descript places they had visited yesterday, this one screamed expensive and look at me. Sara was not disappointed. For the next three hours her body was pampered with massages, a mud bath, herbal wraps, a facial, a pedicure and a bikini wax. Sara felt totally relaxed by the time her spa day drew to a close. For a few hours she tried to let herself feel as if she and Heather were just friends having a great day together, but each time her thoughts of lust for her mistress would invade her consciousness and she would remember why she was being pampered and the reason for her preparations. For her part, Heather looked equally relaxed having enjoyed the same services Sara received.

By 2:30 the women were heading back downtown to Coco's studio to dress for the ball. As the two headed into the dingy building, Sara began tingling with anticipation. Sara wondered just what her finished outfit would look like and also what her mistress would be wearing. Heather rang the bell and Sara heard the lock release. Walking into the outer office, Sara was surprised to see Patty from the stripper wear store waiting for them. She smiled and handed Heather a garment bag. Heather thanked her with a kiss on the cheek as Patty smiled at Sara and then left to return to her shop. At this point Sara noticed Coco coming into the office from the back room.

Coco: "Welcome, welcome, my dear friends."

Heather: "Hello Coco. Are we ready for Sara's soon to be award winning outfit?"

Coco: "Of course darling. I told you we would be ready."

Sara wondered who "we" referred to and was excited to see if anyone else would arrive.

Coco: "Sara, be a dear and take of all your clothes. You will not need them from here on."

Sara looked at her mistress for approval. Heather nodded and Sara wasted no time stripping the garments from her body. As she did, Coco made an inspection circle around her before declaring that she was sure to win the award for hottest slave tonight.

Heather: "Of course I think she should win that one, but your outfit will certainly help."

Sara felt a renewed sense of anticipation, wondering what Coco could have designed.

Coco: "Come into my studio, my dear. Heather, she should be done around 5."

Heather: "Perfect. I'm going back to the hotel to get dressed. Sara, I expect you to follow Coco's orders to the T. She is in charge until I return and I don't expect to hear anything but a positive report.




Sara's Training Ch. 11



Sara: "Yes mistress. You can count on me."

With that short exchange, Sara was left in Coco's charge. She wasted no time beginning her preparations.

Coco: "We only have three hours to get you ready and it will take us all of that time. I have a friend coming in two hours and I have to get you ready for her specialty."

Sara was not sure what the friend's "specialty" could be given she was there to be dressed for the ball, but she didn't have time to worry. Although unusual for most tailor shops, but hardly out of place here, Sara noticed a set of thick leather cuffs sitting on a table. She wondered aloud if she would be wearing them.

Coco: "Not yet. We must make sure your outfit suits you even when bound. Tonight you will spend time in various restraints and I want to be sure your clothes perform as I have designed them. Now hush and let me get to work."

Sara smiled and stopped asking questions. She was content to be the clay in a sculptor's hands. Coco began with an inspection of Sara's body. Satisfied that her skin was smooth, paying close attention of Sara's newly waxed private parts, Coco retrieved a blue roll of painter's masking tape from the table holding the cuffs.

Coco: "Underwear always seems to get in the way at these events, so Heather and I decided body paint would be more fun for you."

Sara was intrigued as she felt Coco begin wrapping the tape around her stomach just below her navel. It took Coco a couple of tries to get the tape positioned perfectly straight and level. Sara was thankful the adhesive on the tape was not very strong as Coco pulled the misplaced pieces off her body. The process was then repeated around each thigh approximately 3 inches below her crotch. Sara was doing her best not to move and not to talk. The moving wasn't much of a problem, but her mind was racing as she tried to figure out just what Coco planned. It wasn't that she had any thoughts of trying to stop the woman, it was more curiosity. After the tape was positioned properly, Coco opened a cabinet and pulled out a small airbrush and compressor. She then retrieved a small jar of black body paint and filled the airbrush's reservoir with the liquid.

Coco: "Hold your arms up over your head, spread your legs and hold very still."

Sara complied immediately and soon felt the spray of the cool paint splating against her skin. Coco was methodical about spraying on the body paint, working each section of Sara's upper thigh and below her waist with short bursts of paint. Not enough to run or drip and then she moved onto the next location. This process was repeated over and over until several coats covered each square inch masked by the tape. Satisfied with the coverage, Coco used a hair drier to blow warm air over the paint to speed the drying. Sara began to feel a strange sensation as the heat seeped into her legs. She could tell the paint was remaining flexible even as it dried. She wanted to move to see if it was constricting, but she remained still as she had been instructed. After Coco was finished drying the paint, she removed the paint reservoir and blew out the spray nozzle with a few quick blasts of air. She then set down her tool and told Sara to relax. Sara shook out her arms and took a few tentative steps to test the paint.

Coco: "Don't worry about the paint. It's completely hypoallergenic. It's still a little damp and will scuff so be careful not to touch anything. When we're done, I'm going to spray on a kind of clear coat which will protect the paint for tonight. That way when you sweat you will not drip, but with a good scrub, it will still come off."

Coco pulled off the tape and began masking Sara around her armpit and up over her shoulder. She also masked around the base of her neck. Sara watched as she retrieved a larger jar of paint, this time white, from the cabinet. Quickly the air brush was back together and the painting of color two began. Coco started as Sara's waist. The black paint was still too damp to make using a tape mask practical so Coco had to delicately trace the edge making sure not to overspray the black area. Sara was watching the process in a mirror and was amazed at Coco's skill with the instrument. This process took much longer because of delicate nature of the work, but finally Coco had completed one circuit around Sara's waist. As she moved higher, Coco picked up speed, layering the white paint up Sara's body. As she reached the undersides of Sara's breasts, Coco paused and began to rub Sara's already erect nipples between her fingers.

Coco: "I want to be sure these beauties are nice and firm before I apply the paint. As it dries, the paint will keep them erect."

It didn't take much stimulation to move Sara's nipples from hard to painfully erect. It was at this stage Coco began liberally coating Sara's breasts with the white paint and just as quickly grabbing the hair dryer to begin the drying process.

Coco: "My complements to your surgeon. He did a wonderful job. After we get this section dry I'll finish up the rest. By then your tits will be ready for a second coat."

Sara stood passively as Coco completed painting her torso white including the promised second pass over her breasts. After 15 more minutes under the hair dryer, Sara's body paint was complete. As Coco had promised, Sara's nipples had not softened at all. As Sara moved her arms testing the flexibility of the paint, she noticed a constant tingle from her nipples and when she moved her legs, she noticed the same thing from her clit. After removing the remaining tape and cleaning the air brush, Coco returned to her cabinet. She returned with a pair of black fishnet nylon stockings. Instructing Sara to sit down, she helped her charge to slip the sensual garment onto each leg. The stockings reached to mid thigh, about three inches below the black paint. Next Coco produced a black leather garter belt which she quickly affixed around Sara and then clipped to the stockings. Looking down, Sara noticed the garter belts color matched her body paint. The belt and its straps visually disappeared except for a couple of inches at the bottom of the straps and the stocking clips. Opening a different cabinet, Coco pulled out a pair of thigh high patent leather boots with a 4" stiletto heel.

Coco: "These are your shoes for tonight. After I add the clear coat, your paint will shine just like these marvelous boots."

Coco set the boots aside and reached back into the cabinet. She pulled out a garment bag which was wrapped in plastic. Sara knew from the fitting that her tuxedo jacket was contained in the bag. As Coco pulled it from its bag, Sara also realized that it was her last article of clothing. She had assumed Coco would give her black panties, or at least a thong or g-string to match the garter belt, but seeing the jacket, it dawned on her that the paint was going to serve as her underwear. Sara felt faint as she realized the true nature of her costume and was glad she was sitting from putting on her stockings.

Coco: "Are you alright, Sara?"

Sara: "No, not really. I just realized the paint is going to my skirt and blouse."

Coco: "That is correct. Don't worry; the jacket will cover your naughty bits in public. Now catch your breath and stand up so I can make sure the alterations are right."

Begrudgingly Sara stood back up and allowed Coco to slide the jacket over her arms. She remembered how good the silk lining felt as the jacket wrapped her in its protective cocoon. The cuffs on the sleeves were much shorter than Sara remembered, but as Sara flashed back to the cuffs on the table, it made sense. The arms were tailored to accommodate wrist cuffs. Looking in the mirror as Coco cinched the front of the jacket around Sara's waist she was transformed. Instead of a naked slut, Sara saw a woman wearing a short skirt with a white blouse. As she spun around, she noticed the tails of the jacket had been cut in to frame her butt nicely and then flared in much narrower as they descended to show off the backs of her legs. The front of the jacket had been cut wide in the top to show plenty of cleavage and buttoned below her breasts with just two buttons. The narrow cut of the lower jacket covered the garter belt and ended just above her clit. Sara didn't have time to worry about that, however, and Coco reached inside the jacket and began positioning her breasts into a built in under support which forced her breasts together for an even deeper cleavage. Sara watched as Coco tested the adjustable lapel which could pull back and expose her nipples. Satisfied the jacket was working as she intended, Coco had Sara reach into the pocket where she found a small piece of fabric which matched the jacket.

Coco: "If your mistress is concerned about taking you out in public, she can attach this to the inside of the front and back of the jacket so you have underwear. Somehow I doubt she will since the paint does a convincing job, but depending on where you're going, she might need it."

Sara's mind was spinning at the new level of exposure she felt. She didn't mind standing naked in front of Coco, but somehow this was different. At this point, Sara heard the office door open and another woman entered the room carrying what looked like a tackle box.

Coco: "Sara, meet Hope. She'll be doing your make-up and one final bit of body paint."

Sara: "Nice to meet you Hope."

Hope was looking Sara up and down taking in the vision of pure sex before her.

Hope: "Holy shit. You did a great job Coco. You said this one belongs to Lady Heather?"

Coco: "That's right. She's her new slave."

Hope: "We'll if she wins tonight Heather better share her with everyone who helped."

Coco: "From what I hear, Heather has been very generous with Sara's charms. I'm sure we'll get a piece."

Hope looked at Sara again with a predatory smile and told her to slip out of the jacket and sit down in front of the lighted mirror in the corner of the room. Sara's excitement had been growing all afternoon and she looked at Hope's makeup job as the last step before she would be ready. She joyfully sat down, happy to be served and mentally beginning to prepare herself for the night ahead. Hope put down her case on a small table next to Sara. Sara looked down as Hope opened the case and noticed two more jars of body paint, assorted brushes and a wide selection of make-up.

Hope: "We're going to start with your collar. Please try very hard not to move your neck."

Sara watched in the mirror as Hope began to brush a black ring around her neck. Delicately and with great precision, Hope began to fashion a paint collar around Sara's neck. It was about three inches thick starting right at the top of her neck. After the black base coat, Hope switched to a silver paint and carefully drew a tag below the center and four d-rings around the outsides. Hope moved back to the black paint to personalize the tag... "Slave Sara." Looking in the mirror, Sara was amazed how much the paint looked like a real collar. Of course, this one could not be removed easily, not that anyone seeing her would not have figured out what kind of woman she was even without the adornment.

Hope: "How much time do I have for the make-up?"

Coco: "About 45 minutes."

Hope: "OK. I'll have to hurry so we can do the final body paint layer."

Sara watched in awe as Hope's hands began doing her make-up in a blur. Eyes, lips, cheeks, everything got a fast, but professional touch up. Within ten minutes Sara was ushered into a make shift three sided booth lined in plastic. She watched as Coco brought out a larger air brush and poured a clear liquid into its reservoir. Starting with her neck, Coco began spraying the clear liquid with a very fine mist over Sara's painted form. After doing her neck and shoulders, Coco had Sara lift her arms as the spray coated the rest of her body.

Coco: "When this coat dries, it will help seal the paint against scuffing. It will also give off a reflective sheen."

Hope reappeared carrying a small jar and a hand held fan. Holding up the jar she explained the final step.

Hope: "This is a very, very fine glitter. Without the body paint to protect you, it would be an extreme irritant. With the paint, you will not even know it's there. The tiny flecks will reflect lights as if you are encased in diamonds. Trust me, you will be quite a sight and nobody will be able to take their eyes off you."

Hope turned on the fan and gently dropped very small amounts of the glitter into the blades. The fan disbursed the glitter in almost a mist and pushed it onto the drying final coat of Sara's body paint. The process was agonizingly slow for Sara, but Hope was insistent about taking her time to make sure the glitter was applied evenly. Finally Coco brought out the hair dryer once again to bake Sara's costume onto her body. The clock on the wall read 4:53 by the time Coco and Hope were done with Sara. They sent Sara into the bathroom to relieve herself before helping her slip into the boots and back into the jacket. Looking in the mirror, Sara saw a new vision of herself. She felt like she was in an old Hollywood movie. She looked like a glamour star in her formal attire and Coco even supplied a top hat to complete the look. Of course, no Hollywood starlet ever wore such a jacket with their pussy and nipples on clear display, but the body paint did a fine job of hiding the fact that Sara was really flashing the world. In a way, her nipples were really covered; they were just rock hard and rubbing against the fabric of the lapel. Her pussy was another story. The cincher of the jacket rubbed just along the top of Sara's clit, but her lips were clearly defined for anyone who cared to look. The black paint looked like a leather skirt and the garter belt made it even more convincing, but Sara knew she was completely exposed. Her only hope for modesty was if her mistress allowed her the dignity of installing the pussy cover to the jacket. But she knew better and wasn't surprised when Coco ushered her out the door and told her to wait at the curb for her mistress.

Sara walked gingerly through the hall and down the stairs taking time to get accustomed to the new boots. Her paint was remarkable flexible. She felt like she wasn't wearing anything under the jacket, which of course she wasn't. Walking into the late afternoon sun, Sara stopped to look at herself in the reflection of a parked car. As Hope had promised, she was glistening in the bright sunshine. Sara felt proud of how she looked and knew her mistress would be happy. Right on time, Heather's convertible came into view and stopped right in front of Sara.

Mistress Heather: "Need a ride sweetie?"

Sara: "How far are you going?"

Mistress Heather: "All the way baby. All the way."

Sara quickly opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. She made sure to pull her jacket's tails between her legs to shield her buns from the hot seat leather. Once seated and buckled in, Sara turn toward her mistress for a look of approval. She also noticed for the first time her mistress' latex catsuit. It was fire engine red and molded perfectly to every sexy curve on Heather's body. Her hair was ratted out and she wore a black leather choker with the word BITCH attached in bold silver letter. The vision took Sara's breath away. Heather was having the same reaction seeing Sara in her ball outfit for the first time. She and Coco had discussed the costume at length and she had seen Coco's drawings, but the realization that the vision of her fantasy slave, from the months of training to the plastic surgery to hours in the gym and finally this outfit, had finally come true took Heather's breath away too. It also stirred an ache in her pussy she wasn't sure she would be able to control.

Mistress Heather: "You look amazing. I knew Coco would do good work, but damn, you make that outfit."

Sara: "Thank you mistress. I feel the same way about your clothes."

Heather pulled the car away from the curb and started heading to the Strip.

Mistress Heather: "The ball is at the Riviera. They'll host just about anything there. You are going to see things you probably haven't even imagined tonight. Don't be shocked by anything you see or anything that I order you to do. Up until about 7-ish there is a cocktail reception. I need you to be your charming self, but never forget your place. Most of the slaves in the competition will be collared and on leashes, but I want to exhibit you without restraints. You must remain at my side, slightly behind me actually, when we are talking to someone. Always demure to my decisions. Ask permission before speaking if I haven't given it to you yet. When walking, stay two paces behind and to my right. Eyes down always following my feet and matching my stride. Do you understand?"

Sara: "Yes mistress."

Mistress Heather: "The cocktail hour is a chance for the DOMs to meet their friend's new slaves and to begin the informal judging. A poor performance will not doom your chances, but it will hurt. Just show your true submissive nature and you will do fine. If anyone touches you, don't flinch or react. I will handle that situation. You don't need to do anything. After cocktail hour, there is a light banquet dinner and then the formal competition will begin around 8."

Sara: "I understand. How many people will be in the competition?"

Mistress Heather: "It varies each year. This year I think about 120 mistresses bought tickets. Most will bring a slave, some will bring more than one and a few will come solo. Usually around 100 subs get entered. Tickets for the ball are $125 each and entering a sub in the competition costs $250."

Sara: "That's a lot of money. How is the judging done? Do you think I have a chance to win?"

Mistress Heather: "Of course you have a chance to win. The entry fee is set like that to discourage new mistresses from entering obviously unqualified slaves. Here's how it goes down. The first competition is strictly a beauty contest and to a lesser extent a costume contest. You will walk a catwalk, everyone will applaud and the judges will narrow the field down to 64 contestants. Usually it is pretty obvious who the bottom tier contestants. The people eliminated get their entry fee back, although we usually find some other way for them to participate in the rest of the contest. After that, there are six more contests and half the field is eliminated each time until there is a winner."

Sara: "What are the contests?"

Mistress Heather: "It varies each year. There are a couple of local DOMs who design the games. Pussy eating skills and some form of forced orgasm is usually on the bill. You'll be bound at times, probably blindfolded, toys will be used and of course, everything will be videotaped."

Sara: "So what happens if I win?"

Mistress Heather: "Beyond my undying love and affection?"

Sara: "Well, I guess. I mean, where does the money go?"

Mistress Heather: "With 64 entry fees, a total of $16,000 goes into the pot. The first $1,000 goes to the two women who organized the games. They would work for free, but everyone figured they deserved to get a little cash. The winner gets a $10,000 gift card to JT's Stockroom for her mistress to buy clothes and bondage gear. Second place gets a $3,000 gift certificate and third and fourth each gets $1,000. There is a woman who runs one of the leading fetish video companies who usually attends and if she takes a liking to you, she's been known to sign people up to a video contract."

Sara: "What if I don't win?"

Mistress Heather: "I will be very disappointed. I've invested a great deal of time and money in you Sara, all in preparation for tonight. Obviously the competition is going to be fierce, but if you don't at least make it to the elite 8, I would expect you will need to find your own way home tomorrow. If you make the final 4 and lose to someone better prepared, I can accept that. You will still be punished, but I will not kick you out of my life. By the way, I told you earlier not to be shocked by anything you see. That extends to mistresses punishing their slaves as they get eliminated. Some don't expect much and just are in the competition as a training tool, but if a slave loses early and her mistress is expecting a higher finish, pain is usually the result."