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Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 02

By: Tappy_McWidestance



I was amazed at how comfortable I became after calling Cecilia "Mistress" for the first time. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of me as I admitted my submissive cravings publically for the first time. I was a bit naïve about the ramifications of what I had just admitted, but I knew I needed to cum again and I hoped Cecilia would help me in that pursuit. I quickly found out there was way more to it.

The first thing she did was to inform me that as my Mistress, she expected me to follow her commands immediately, without hesitation and exactly as she instructed or I would be punished. She let the word punished hang in the air but didn't elaborate. I didn't want to find out what she meant. Her first command was to get on the floor, the dirty, disgusting, sticky floor, and crawl behind her through the store. I managed to drop to my hands and knees quickly, but when she added the part about crawling behind her and my leash became taught as she walked toward the door, I hesitated. I knew there were guys outside the door waiting for the booth and I knew at this time of a Friday night, the store would likely be busy. While I had admitted to Cecilia (and to myself) that I belonged to her, I wasn't sure I was ready to admit that to the rest of the world. She turned and gave me a dirty look and tugged on the leash. I felt dizzy. But I tentatively began to move forward.

I can't describe how humiliated I felt as I crawled into the hallway. I knew the room stunk of my arousal and I knew that as soon as the guys finished making their derogatory comments ("Look at that slut! Hey whore, want some cock? Bring her back C, I want to fuck her ass!") somebody would go into the room and smell my scent. It was horrifying. My dizziness got worse.

I don't really remember my trip through the store. Had I been upright it would have been a walk of shame. As it was, I'm not sure what to call it. My skin burned and I could feel all the eyes of the store's clients on me. I kept my head down. I couldn't look at them. Cecilia's feet consumed my field of vision. I had not noticed her wearing heels before. Did she change them before coming to collect me? Her legs were encased in shimmering nylon as well. I might have been wrong about the shoes, but I know she had pants on before. Now the sensual curve of her calf, tightened by the angle of her stiletto, encapsulated the feeling of inferiority I was experiencing. 

I think she made a lap of the entire store. She didn't go down each aisle, but she definitely led me the length of the store before returning to a cluttered office on the other side of the wall from the video booths. She then told me to stand and unclipped the leash. She left the collar fastened tightly around my neck. Only then did she address me. Her voice had a regal sense of command I had not heard before.

"I need to get back to work, but I don't want you getting in trouble," she said to me in a tone that made me realize there was no need for me to respond.

She pointed to an upright massage chair that was in the corner of the room and indicated that I should sit on it. It was the kind of chair that you knelt facing the chair. There were pads for your shins, torso, a headrest with a cutout circle for your face and a pad to place your arms on if you wrapped your arms around the chair. It looked like a massage table turned upright about 60 degrees. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but it wasn't too bad either. I didn't think Cecilia was going to treat me to a massage, but as she began to bind me to the chair, I realized I might be staying in this position for a long time to come.

My body position made it easy for her to wrap my legs, torso and arms with leather bands and tightly secure me to the chair. As I tugged at my binding, it was clear that I had very little movement. None really except for my feet, my fingers and a small range of motion for my butt. The position had me holding my butt out, but since my thighs were not secured, I could move it back and forth. I thought she was done with me, but I was wrong. Before she went back to work, she took a medium sized dildo and slid it into my mouth.

"I know you like to suck cock," she said sadistically. "This should keep you occupied."

I do like to suck cock, but real cock. Not fake cock. And I like to lick the tip and shaft while listening to the guy moan in approval. This just filled my mouth and was just short of making me gag. But it would be effective at keeping me quiet. 

"But I don't want you to forget me so beside cock, I'm leaving you these," she told me before sliding off her thong and putting it over my head. The wet and smelly front panel nestled over my nose like I surgical mask. Cecilia then grabbed a leather hood off the desk. I tried to resist and shook the chair, but of course, I was defenseless as she slid the hood over my head. There was a nose cutout that she positioned so I could breath. Of course this forced her thong tighter against my nose. There was no opening for my mouth or my eyes. As she zipped it closed, tightly I will add, I was plunged into complete blackness. The hood fit like a second skin and prevented me from expelling the dildo from my mouth and forced me to inhale her scent with every breath. What limited ability I had to make noise was now removed completely. I couldn't escape and I couldn't call for help. I began to panic.

I tried to scream, unsuccessfully, and I shook from side to side. As the futile nature of my situation set in, I started to hyperventilate. Cecilia stroked my head and tried to soothe me telling me to "calm down" and that "I was going to be alright."

Eventually the terror passed and I began to calm down. Cecilia ran her hand down my spine. I felt a shiver run through my body. She gave my ass a squeeze. Immediately my arousal began to return. Being forced to smell her arousal certainly helped.

"I'll be back in a little while to check on you," she told me. Then I heard her heels on the floor heading toward the door. I tried to remember if the position of the chair meant I'd be visible to the store when she opened the door. I decided it wasn't and felt relief. Then I remembered the videos she already had of me and I realized I was probably on camera right now. There were probably guys in the booths whacking off to my tightly bound and helpless body right now. Instead of being grossed out though, my body found the thought exciting. I could feel my pussy lubricating and I began to rock my ass slowly in case I was putting on a show. Really I had started dreaming of having a nice hard cock rammed up my cunt, but they didn't need to know that.

My time spent at the store today up to this point had sped by. I knew I had been there a couple of hours, but it didn't seem like it. I had been focused on my own pleasure and certainly had not been concerned with watching the clock. But now, bound, alone and in the dark, time stood still. I could hear the muffled moans of the videos in the booths, but no voices and no indications of how long Cecilia left me alone. She said she would be back on her next break, but I didn't know if that meant thirty minutes or two hours. I figured she would be back as soon as fewer people needed her attention up front, but since it was Friday night, that could be a while.

Alone with my thoughts, my mind wandered from my body's need for sex right now to how I got myself in this mess professionally. If my behavior ever went public I'd probably be disbarred for client ethics violations. Even if I weren't, it would be hard to get a job at another firm in town. The best I could hope for was starting over in a new city, although without references or a good excuse why I was fired, that would be tough. But after a couple of minutes of feeling sorry for myself, my body would remind me of how much part of it was enjoying Cecilia's treatment. I just had to find a way to keep my business and personal lives separate.

Eventually I heard the distinctive sound of Cecilia's heels on the tile floor. Again she touched my back and again I shivered. She squeezed my ass again. If I could have moaned through the dildo gag and hood I would have. Then she slid her fingers lower to my pussy and confirmed what I already knew. Cecilia didn't know about the war of conflict in my conscious mind, but my body had already made its decision. Her fingers came back from my pussy wet, as I'm sure she assumed they would.

"I've got about five minutes for a break. Because you resisted me when I told you to crawl, I'm going to give you a quick punishment. I should give you a lengthier one, but we're very busy tonight."

I wasn't thrilled when I heard I was going to be punished, although I guess I should have been happy it was going to be quick. Cecilia started with a bare hand spanking. She was firm with her strokes. She explained that usually she starts slower to allow the blood flow to increase slowly to the skin, but since she didn't have time, she was going full speed. I howled inside the mask. I don't know how much she heard, but I'm sure she could tell how I was reacting. 

She told me next time she would have me count, but since I had the mask on she wouldn't do that this time. In my head I counted twenty strokes, ten to each butt cheek. My ass felt like it was on fire from this simple punishment. Then she paused. I could hear her move around the room. Then I heard a "whoosh" sound just before my back exploded in pain. 

"That was a flogger," she explained. "I don't have time to use it right now, but I wanted you to feel it."

I heard another "whoosh" and tried to brace myself mentally, but I couldn't. The pain was intense, but at least it was spread out. One by one Cecilia introduced me to a riding crop, a cat-o-nine tails, a whip, a paddle and finally a single hard stroke of a cane across my buttocks. That last stroke seared my flesh like nothing I had ever felt. I screamed out in pain and shook in my bindings.

"That should give you an incentive to be a good girl," Cecilia mocked me. She was right of course. The spanking was kind of erotic since she was doing it and it was so personal. The flogging, crop, cat and paddle were all different. Each had their own signature of pain and all were emotionally detached compared to the hand spanking. But the cane? Never again, I told myself. I had to avoid that one. 

"I wish I had more time to work with you right now," she told me. "But I've got to get back up front. I want to give you this, though," she said. 

I heard the sound of a vibrator turning on. It sounded weak. My sense of disappointment was immediate, as I knew its purpose was not to get me off but to tease me much like the Hitachi had done in the video booth. Cecilia wasted no time in sliding the vibrator into my pussy. Like before she told me if I lost it I would be punished. Of course given my position, I knew I'd be fighting a losing battle to squeeze it tight enough to hold it inside of me. Doing so would also raise my arousal and make the tease that much more frustrating. But there was nothing I could do about it. If the punishment was just a spanking, I'd be OK with that. I had read about people who really got off on being spanked and I could see how they would enjoy the direct, intimate contact. But then I thought of receiving multiple strokes of the cane. My body constricted at the thought and I almost lost the vibe even before she walked out of the room. I had to stop thinking of such things.

As I heard her leave the room again I tried to hold the vibe with my pussy muscles while not squeezing it so hard it popped out. Believe me, as wet as I was, it was a tough balancing act. As I anticipated, the weak vibe only served to build my arousal but would never be strong enough to get me off. It was just enough to keep my thoughts focused on my pussy, clit and carnal needs. Time really began to slow down. Although the moan track from the booths was still present in the background, the only thing my hearing was focused on was my ragged breathing and the buzz of the vibe. I knew it wasn't very loud. It wasn't strong enough to be loud and even if it was noisy, it was sheathed in my pussy to muffle the sound. But in my brain, it sounded like a chainsaw. I was sure everyone in the store could hear it. I had even less of a doubt that I was performing on camera once again. Every little sound in the store seemed magnified as my focus was solely on my overheating sex and getting some relief.

I know she left me longer than last time, but at last I heard the door open. Instead of Cecilia's voice, however, I heard a man speak. It was a voice I had heard before. It was Tom the storeowner and my client.

"So this is your new sub?" he asked her. "She has a nice ass."

I felt his hand touch my butt. When I had met him in the office I thought he was attractive, although I never imagined I'd be in this situation when I met him again. I had planned a meeting with him on Monday to inform him about my research and how I was going to attack the city's case. But now, I wasn't sure what was about to happen. My only saving grace was, because of the mask, he didn't recognize me. Without the ability to speak, he couldn't hear me voice. And Cecilia still didn't know I was working for her boss. I felt his hand rubbing my ass. He then noticed the butt plug and toyed with it. He pushed it side to side a couple of times and then he tugged on it as if he was testing how much effort it would take to remove it.

"So have you fucked her ass yet?" he asked her.

Cecilia's voice replied from the other side of the office where the desk was located. I heard a rustling of papers and realized she was still working while Tom was inspecting me. "Here's the P&L report," I heard her say. She then added, "Oh... no not yet. I was going to do that tomorrow."

That was the first time she mentioned tonight wasn't just a one-night-stand. Although it was presumptuous for her to assume I would want a repeat experience with her, I felt a warm glow of protection spread over my body as a relaxed wave of relief that she was pleased with me flowed out to my extremities. But there was a price to pay for my relaxation. As I lost focus, my slick tunnel lost its grip on the vibe and before I realized it, it was on the floor buzzing away.

"What the hell?" Tom exclaimed. "She is a live one isn't she?" he asked rhetorically. 

"She just earned herself another punishment," Cecilia responded.

"I can see your handiwork on her ass," he commented. "I approve. Were you planning on putting her in booth six?"

"Yeah, but not for a while. I was going to let her simmer a little longer."

They were talking about me as if I wasn't there. Part of me hated that, but the objectification also thrilled me. I also wondered about booth six. I'd heard that term earlier but never figured out what it meant. I wondered if it was some kind of go-go booth where I danced for a camera or the guys. More likely it meant some kind of masturbation show I would put on. Either way I was both thrilled and worried that Cecilia planned that for me.

Tom announced to nobody in particular that he was going to "try out the fresh meat" and I heard him unzip his pants. Cecilia then said, "let me get that for you."

In my mind I pictured her pulling his cock free from his trousers. When I heard the sound of her slurping on it, I knew I was right. Her oral talents were either very good, the sight of my bound form was very arousing or a combination of both, but he dismissed her back to work only a minute later. She responded, "yes sir." I felt the tip of his cock on my labia at the same time I heard the door shut. Then he pushed firmly and sank his cock into me with one thrust. I gasped into the mask.

"Damn you're wet, slut," he exclaimed. "Where did Cecilia find you?"

He knew I couldn't respond, but as his fat cock stretched my pussy I wish I could have told him. At that moment I was less concerned with my future career and more focused on him touching my clit while he continued to fuck me. I figure a simple flick would be enough to make me climax. He felt huge inside of me and I liked it. He seemed to be enjoying himself too. Like Cecilia, he knew how to tease. He would give me between four and ten strokes and then he would pull out so just the tip was still inside of me. Then he would give me a couple swats on the ass. He didn't spank me as hard as Cecilia, but in my hyper-aroused state, they were effective.

"I can see Cecilia paddled your ass. It's nice and pink. I like a girl nice and red."

He gave me a few more strokes with his cock and then gave me a few more with his hand. Over and over he repeated the cycle. I wished I could tell him how much I was enjoying his treatment of my restrained body. I wished I could beg him to touch my clit. I wished I could beg him to make me cum so I could explode on his cock. I wished a lot of things, but he was in charge right then and there was nothing I could do but accept whatever he decided. I was helpless and desperate for pleasure.

Finally he stopped alternating cock and spanks and just began giving it to me hard. After twenty (or so) thrusts I thought that meant he was about to pop his load. Even without direct clitoral stimulation I was getting close to a massive orgasm. Then he pulled out. I imagined him taking aim and unloading a torrent of cum pornstar style on my ass. I was frustratingly close to cumming, but I had not made it over the top. But he didn't shoot. Instead he grabbed my plug and pulled it unceremonially out of my ass. He didn't worry about whether it hurt me. He didn't give me time to try to relax and stretch. He just grabbed the base and pulled. I screamed, but I doubt he heard me and if he did, I know he didn't care. 

As the head of the plug pulled free, it was replaced with the head of his cock. His dick was lubricated with my juices and there was still some lube from the plug, although I wished there was more. But again, I could tell that wasn't his concern. Fortunately the plug had stretched me. Even though his cock was wider and longer, in my arousal state, I had no problem accommodating him. I figured I'd be sore tomorrow, but in that moment it was well worth any discomfort later to take his length in my ass. He did pause once he was all the way in me. He also commented that most of Cecilia's sluts couldn't take him in a single thrust. I guess that was meant as a complement. Had I been able to talk I would have thanked him. Then I would have told him to get on with it.

He started fucking me again. He didn't go slowly at first. He just started pounding me. I could feel my orgasm approach. I wanted so badly to have him feel me cumming around his cock. I also wanted him to spank me while he fucked me. Oh that would have been heavenly. But instead he buried himself all the way inside of me and I felt his cock swell. Damn, I was so close. The feeling of his hot spunk shooting deep into my rectum almost sent me over the edge. I was tantalizingly close. Had he lasted a minute or two longer he would have know the pleasure of being inside me when I climax. Instead after filling my ass (I did rock my butt back and forth trying to milk him) he pulled out and before any of his seed could drip out he replaced the plug trapping his gift. I was a hot, sweaty mess by the time I heard him zipping his pants back up.

"That was fun," he said with a swat to my ass. "I look forward to using you again."

And with that he walked out of the room leaving me once against alone in the dark. Only now I was more frustrated than the weak vibe could ever hope to provoke. I was now back at Cecilia's mercy and prayed she would take pity on me and make me cum. 

Once again time stopped as I was alone in the dark. Tom's hot cum quickly cooled. At first I liked the feeling of him filling my ass and then plugging me again. But now, it felt weird. How long was Cecilia going to make me wait? Was another guy going to repeat Tom's violation of my helpless body? Did I want another guy to fuck me or did I want to go home and try to figure out a way out of the mess I had put myself in. My mind cycled through the options but always came back to the physical arousal I still felt. Finally I heard the telltale footsteps of a woman's heel. I hoped it was Cecilia. Actually I didn't care if it was Cecilia as long as the woman would pity me and get me off. 


Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 02



But it was Cecilia. The first thing she did was to remove the mask and pull the dildo out of my mouth. "My boss sends his regards," she told me. I thought maybe she was done with me, but instead she told me to "lift your head up."

Being strapped as I was I didn't think she was going to be able to crawl over me to have me pleasure her so I was confused why she wanted me to tilt my head back. In hindsight I would have rather she figured out how to mount me somehow. Instead she had a different contraption to strap to my head. It was made of leather. The first element was a large metal ring she forced into my mouth. Actually she suggested forcefully that I open up and accept it or face the consequences, but that is just semantics. The ring was buckled into place behind my head. I couldn't shut my mouth or enunciate well, although it didn't prevent me from making noise.

The second part was a leather headgear that went over my forehead and chin meeting behind my head to be secured. I noticed it had four rings on it, two on the top and two on the bottom forming a square. I had no idea what it was for other than to secure something to my face. She then released my thighs, legs and torso. She released my hand last and told me to stand. She made an implied threat not to resist, but I was more interested in stretching and rubbing my aching body parts to get the circulation moving than trying to escape. Besides, where was I going to go? I didn't want to run out into the store naked, plugged and without my car keys. No, I was still playing Cecilia's game and had to wait until she decided it was finished.

I guess I should be glad she didn't bind my legs or ankles together again. She did recuff my wrists behind my back, but I had some slack and they were not uncomfortably close together. I expected her to march me back into the store, but instead, she spun me around and led me to a door I had not noticed when she brought me in originally.

"This is booth six," she told me. 

As she opened the door and I looked inside, I quickly decided booth six looked like a janitorial closet. In fact, it was a janitorial closet complete with a slop sink, buckets, toilet paper, towels, a mop and a broom. But it also had something that was much more interesting. It had the stool I'd sat on in the video booth with the Hitachi still mounted through the seat. This is where Cecilia led me. As I sat, she told me to "get comfortable." I took that to mean position myself where the head of the Hitachi would do some good. I mumbled "thank you," as I sat on the stool and wiggled myself into position with my clit on the bulbous head of the Hitachi and waited for her to turn it on. But she didn't.

Instead she pushed my head forward and I quickly realized why there were rings on the front of my headgear. There were hooks in the wall and she secured my head so my face was pressed up against the wall. She then pulled a handle and a plate attached to the wall pulled open in front of my mouth. I shuttered as I realized what was now expected of me. But I had no choice. Cecilia was nice enough to turn the Hitachi on the high setting. Now that I was bent over I had to squirm again to reposition myself to receive my reward. Cecilia just laughed as I tried to get my pussy in position and flipped the lights off. She shut the door on her way out. It was a couple of minutes before my first customer arrived. From the position of the closet I knew he was in booth five, the one with two lights. I suddenly realized the extra light advertised the presence of someone servicing the glory hole. Given a choice, I might have volunteered. I was horny and Tom's destruction of my ass left me wanting more. But I suppose Cecilia didn't want to risk telling me what she wanted and the ring gag I was wearing along with the head bondage precluded me from deciding when I had enough. I wondered just how many men were going to enjoy my mouth that night.

I don't know if word got around that I was wearing the ring, but man number one certainly did not like that I was giving him all tongue action with no sucking. In fact he pulled out complaining about the quality of my blowjob. I could hear him stroking himself and he didn't push his cock back through the hole until he was ready to shoot. The first blast hit the back of my throat making me cough. I'm not sure if that scared him off or if it was always his plan, but he pulled back for the rest of his explosion resulting in cum hitting my lips and dripping off my face. He then pulled out and about a minute later, left the booth. His replacement walked in right away.

Again time stood still. Some guys lasted longer than others. I wish I didn't have the ring gag in my mouth as I really couldn't service them as I would have enjoyed. As for myself, I was enjoying the effects of the Hitachi I was sitting on very much. Unlike the last time in booth number one, this time I could grind my clit on the vibrating head. I had to be careful not to lose my balance, especially since my head was bound to the wall, but the Hitachi was working its magic and I had explosive after explosive orgasm because of it. In fact I was cumming more than the guys were. I know that, because I came at least once for each guy and sometimes two or three times if he had a big dick. You would think the size wouldn't matter, but when a guy filled my mouth, realizing there was only so close he could get to his side of the wall, meant he must have been very large in stature. After the first guy hit the back of my throat, I thought about him coming into the closet and fucking me from behind. That was enough for three orgasms on the Hitachi before he dumped an enormous load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop while imagining him saying "good girl," and petting me on the head.

I had cum so much that I lost track after ten guys visited the gloryhole. I was sweaty and felt dirty. I had some cum that had dropped off my face, but mostly I drank it all. Finally nobody new came into the booth and then the door to the closet opened. Cecilia shut the panel in the wall first, and then she turned off the Hitachi and finally unbuckled my head. "Can you stand?" she asked holding my arm and helping me up. My legs were weak and my mind was shredded. She helped take off the head harness and the ring gag. It felt so good to be able to close my mouth, although part of me really wanted to French kiss Cecelia to give her a taste of the cum remnants in my mouth. But she was busy putting away the gear and then retrieving my clothes. I surmised the evening was done.

"You did very well today, pet," she complemented me. She then handed me folded stack of $20 bills. "This is your take. You took in $250 tonight."

I unfolded the bills and noticed there were only five of them. I looked at her quizzically.

"$100 goes to the house, $50 to me and $100 to you. My shift is over. I'm heading out to a club. Leave the plug in until you get home. That's my gift to you. I'll call you when I need you."

She walked away leaving me stunned. I should have never accepted the money because that meant I just committed a crime. Cecilia also just showed me that prostitution was occurring at the store. If that knowledge ever became public there would be no way I could keep the city from shutting them down. I had to think this through. I quickly got dressed. But instead of focusing on my new problem, I wondered what kind of club she was going to and wondered why she didn't want me to come along. As I put my meager clothes back on (I wiggled the butt plug a bit too) I wondered where she was going to and whether I should try to find her. I've heard of a couple lesbian bars in my town and I drove past one that might be a bdsm club (I wasn't sure) but I decided she may have gone to another town and the odds of finding her were pretty poor. I decided just to go home. I also decided I couldn't keep the money. I had to attempt to stay ethically pure, although mostly that ship had already sailed. If I kept the money though, I would have been breaking the law and that would be worse. I found an envelope and wrote Cecilia on it. I then put the $100 in it, sealed it and put it in the desk drawer.

The ride home was uneventful other than the constant pressure on the plug driving created. Each bump in the road was transferred (pleasurably) to my ass. I didn't make it home before my hand found its way onto my clit again and I orgasmed as I pulled into my driveway. I had to sit and catch my breath before walking into the house. I immediately stripped out of my clothes and tossed them toward by wash machine. Naked I walked toward my bathroom and what I assumed would be a nice warm shower. While I waited for the water to get hot, I twisted my body so I could look at the mirror and see the plug in my ass. Although this plug was not ornate, something about the black rubber was sexy. I slowly pulled it out. My ass had to stretch again and I briefly thought about waiting until I was in the shower, but given what I had already gone through tonight, trying to spare myself a little pain didn't seem necessary. I had also discovered that some pain became pleasure so I slowly pulled the plug out while watching myself in the mirror. 

I'm glad I had not seen what my ass looked like when the plug was going in or I think I would have freaked out. I was sure when Tom defiled me it looked bad too, but I'm sure that got him off. As the plug popped free his jizz began leaking out. I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to taste one more load of cum tonight so I scooped it with my fingers and brought it too my lips. I didn't enjoy the taste of my ass mixed with his cream, but it didn't repulse me either. I scooped out another fingerful. I thought back to how much I enjoyed having him fuck both my pussy and ass. Earlier in the day at work I never would have believed I'd say that just a few hours later, but there I was starting at my abused ass leaking cum. And I was happy. I waited until the cum stopped running down my leg and then got into the shower. The hot water felt great and soothed my sore muscles. I felt my breasts, ass and pussy. I was a new woman. I was tempted to rub out one more, but I decided to hold off and just go to bed.

I climbed in bed naked. Usually I sleep in panties and a t-shirt (or a cami if I'm with someone) but that night it felt right to be bare. I usually don't remember my dreams, but they must have been erotic because I woke with a wet pussy and a hand between my legs. It was about 10am. I hardly ever sleep in but my body must have needed the rest.

I got up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't planning anything but to unwind at home or maybe go grocery shopping. I really should work on the case, but my mind just wasn't into that. Maybe tomorrow. But a day to relax was put on hold when I looked at my phone and saw a text from Cecilia. It was short and to the point. "Be at the following address at noon. Do your hair, makeup and shave your body from your pits to your feet. There is a box by your front door. Wear what is in the box and nothing else."

I had not figured spending time with Cecilia today in my agenda. My plan was quite the opposite, in fact. As part of unwinding at home I had planned to figure out what I was going to do about her and my behavior of the last few days. But that plan seemed destined to fail as my body betrayed me again and I felt a surge of arousal as I walked toward the door. By the time I swung the door open I could feel wetness between my legs as Cecilia's comment to Tom that she was going to "take my ass" today echoed in my head. This was not supposed to be happening. I was well educated and always in control. My body should not be reacting this way to a couple sentences long text message and an off the cuff remark. 

Waiting on my front porch was a small cardboard box sealed with shipping tape. It was very lightweight. I shook it as I picked it up but heard nothing. I went back inside, shut the door and walked over to my couch. Emotionally I was a combination of arousal, dread, anticipation and fear. My legs began to feel weak. I set the box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. I exhaled a deep breath while leaning back, my eyes never leaving the non-descript box. The logical thing to do was to never open it and never go to the store again. But my brain was far from thinking logically. Although I was still trying to work out an exit strategy, my right hand had other plans. Absentmindedly my fingers on my right hand found their way under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I don't remember masturbating as I stared at the box. It was only after my phone buzzed again indicating I had another text message that I snapped out of my trance and realized I was rubbing my clit.

The message was from Cecilia asking me if I was going to be on time. She was mad because I had not responded to her first message. I quickly put all thoughts of staying home out of my mind I replied that I would be on time. Then I opened the box. There was a good reason the box was so light. There wasn't much in it. I pulled out a black mesh stocking type top. It was elastic so it would stretch over my chest. I quickly looked for a bra but didn't find one. Nor did I find anything that I would wear over the top meaning I would be horribly exposed if anyone looked closely. From a distance it might look like a tight black blouse, but up front my breasts would be clearly visible. Looking down at my shirt I realized my nipples were hard. They too would be exposed with this top.

At least the skirt, if you can call the thin, short piece of cloth also in the box wasn't see through. But as I held it up to my waist, I realized it didn't offer much protection from exposing myself. Of course there were no panties in the box so if I followed Cecilia's instructions, any breeze or if I bent over would expose my ass and pussy. I did find a note that said to choose my own shoes, but the heel had to be at least four inches tall. If I didn't have any like that, I had to stop on the way and buy some. I quickly headed to my room and into my closet. I had a few that were close, but none that made it to four inches. I was so screwed. I looked at my watch. It was 10:45. I'd fucked around for 45 minutes. I had to hurry.

Fortunately it didn't take long to strip out of my shorts and shirt. Since I'd showered last night I just had to shave. That took about 10 minutes and then I hastily put on makeup and put my hair in a simple up-do. I didn't know exactly what look she was going for so I didn't waste a lot of time trying to guess. Then I ran, still naked, back to the living room and grabbed the clothes she sent me. They didn't take long to put on either. I realized I had to keep the micro-mini no higher than my hips unless I wanted to expose myself without even bending over. The top didn't go that far down so my mid-riff was exposed. Looking at myself in a mirror, I must admit I looked hot. Like a slut for sure, but hot. I wasn't too embarrassed, but then again I was alone. There was no way I was going to walk into a shoe store looking like this so I through on a pair of sweat pants and put my t-shirt back on. Then I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out to my car.

I put the address Cecilia gave me into my GPS. It looked like an industrial area. There was a discount shoe store along the way. I knew it was pretty much self serve. I liked that for today. I found a pair of black fuck me pumps with the prerequisite heel (actually it was a little higher than four inches) and quickly paid for them. I only had 20 more minutes to get to Cecilia and the GPS said I needed 18 so I prayed traffic would not be bad. When I arrived, the block was filled with old warehouses, but I could tell some had been converted to loft apartments based on several for rent banner on display. I parked and slipped off my sweat pants and pulled off my t-shirt. I also left my gym shoes and put on my new pumps. I took a deep breath. I had to get out of the car looking like a tramp in heat. I took another deep breath. I couldn't force myself to pull the door handle. But my pussy was leaking like a faucet in anticipation, which made my final decision easier. I looked at my phone. It was 11:59. Finally I summoned enough courage and got out of the car.

I was fortunate that at noon on a Saturday, this neighborhood was pretty much deserted. I don't know if anybody saw me trying to sprint (not easy in these heels) over to the front door of the address Cecilia gave me. The door was locked which caused me to panic. Then I realized there was a panel with buttons for each of the six apartments. Then I realized I didn't know Cecilia's last name. Looking at the labels, only one had a C for a first initial. I said a quick prayer that I was choosing the right button and pressed it. Thankfully Cecilia's voice responded. She told me she was on the top floor and to take the stairs.

The building had definitely seen better days. I peeked through a door on the first floor and could see what definitely had been a warehouse. It was a bare concrete floor with exposed beams and looked very dirty. As I started to climb the stairs the sound of my heels echoed off the concrete block walls. I was thankful there was nobody around because anyone below me would have a perfect view of my pussy. My tits jiggled in the mesh top keeping my nipples hard. It felt surreal that I was there and dressed like a whore going to meet my Mistress.

At the second floor landing, just as I turned to go up the next flight of stairs, a door opened and a young girl walked out. She seemed as surprised to see me, as I was to see her. I was expected her to comment on the way I was dressed after I watched her look me up and down, but instead she just softly said, "Hi." I returned her greeting and continued up the stairs. I only heard her take a couple of steps while I continued up so I stopped and looked down. I caught her watching me. I felt my pussy juice and felt a warm flush over my face at the thought of her watching me. I was tempted to say "take a picture it will last longer," but then I decided just to smile and continue on my way. Safely around the next landing (and hearing her again walking down the stairs) I decided I'd made a mistake and contemplated chasing after her. In my sex addled mind I figured she would masturbate thinking of me and a picture of me flashing her would help. But then reality set back in and I decided not everyone is a sex mad as I had become. Beside Mistress was waiting for me and I still had another floor to go. 

My head was pounding as I climbed the last flight of steps. I was going slow to make sure I didn't turn an ankle because of my new heels. My breasts were rubbing against the mesh and it was driving my nipples crazy. When I finally reached her door I paused to collect my thoughts and catch my breath. Then before I could change my mind, I knocked on the door. And I waited. After a minute, I knocked again. Then I waited. It was frustrating. I was so horny and I wanted to get this party started. I could feel my pussy oozing juice down my thigh and my clit was pulsating with need. Finally I heard a deadbolt unlatching and the door swung open. I was disappointed, but I probably should have expected to see a naked Jacqui open the door. Well, not totally naked. She had on the same collar I saw in the video yesterday and she had on a chainmail top that framed her breasts without hiding them at all.

I should explain my disappointment. It wasn't that Jacqui was there. She was a little hottie and I loved watching her get fucked in the video. Her presence actually opened up some new options that might be very stimulating. But I had it in my mind that Mistress Cecilia would be giving me all her attention instead of just giving me a few minutes an hour like last night. I wanted her to give me the same fucking she had given Jacqui in the video I watched. Now I wondered if that was going to happen.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 02



Jacqui led me into the loft. You could tell it had been an industrial space. The floor plan was completely open and the ceiling was about 14 or 15 feet tall. There was a kitchen, a dining area, a living room and a desk with a PC all in the same rectangular area. It was probably about 800 square feet I would guess. She had a large wooden dining table with six chairs around it, two couches on either side of a good-sized TV and an armoire on a wall next to a door. There was also a second door near the kitchen. I guessed one was a bathroom and one was a bedroom. As I looked around I noticed Cecilia sitting at the desk engrossed with the PC. Jacqui pointed me in her direction. The heels of my shoes made a sexy clicking noise on her hard wood floors.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" she asked without turning her attention from the screen?

"No," I replied. Then I quickly corrected myself. "I mean, no Mistress."

"Jacqui saw you parking while she was looking out the window. Do you want to tell me anything?"

I was confused and looked at Jacqui for a hint. But her face didn't give me a clue. "No, Mistress. I don't think so."

"Tell me," she began, still without looking away from her PC. "Did you have to buy those shoes on the way or did you already have them?"

I wondered if she had Jacqui following me. I had not noticed any cars tailing me but I figured I'd better not lie. "I stopped and bought them on the way."

"And what did the people at the shoe store think of your outfit?"

Now I got where she was headed. Jacqui must have seen me taking off my sweats and shirt. "I wore sweat pants and a shirt over them, Mistress." I hoped by telling the truth and by continuing to remember to call her Mistress she would go easy on me.

"I told you to wear what was in the box and nothing more. Jacqui mark down a demerit for Susan. You also didn't return my first text right away. That is a second demerit and you were two minutes late. That's a third."

"Mistress may I speak?" I asked resisting the urge to just tell her I was delayed by her neighbor. She gave me permission.

"I thought I was on time, but I ran into your neighbor on the stairs and that delayed me."

"Was it the girl on two?" she asked.

"Yes, mam," I told her.

"That's Lisa. She's a cutie. I fucked her boyfriend once. Nice cock. Good stamina. Lots of cum. But that still is no excuse for being late. Now let's get started."

She shut down her browser and stood up. She was just dressed in torn jeans and a t-shirt. She was also barefoot. She led me back to the couch and told me to sit down. As I did, Jacqui knelt on the floor by my feet. Cecilia walked over to one of the two doors and then disappeared into another room.

"I love these shoes," Jacqui told me as she lazily ran her hand over my ankle. "They make your legs and ass look so tight."

I wasn't sure how to react so I stayed quiet. That didn't seem to faze her. Cecilia returned about 30 seconds later. She was carrying a broom and a piece of cloth. The cloth turned out to be an apron. She told me to stand, which I did immediately, and she wrapped the apron around my waist. It covered a little of my belly and hung down lower than the skirt. She had me stand with my back to her so she could tie it. When she finished, she reached around and gave my breasts a firm squeeze.

"My place needs a thorough cleaning, top to bottom. And since I'm the top and you are my bottom, you are going to do it." She then pinched my nipples firmly. "And you will do it without complaining."

She dropped my nipples and stepped back. When I turned toward her she handed me the broom. I was crestfallen. This wasn't what I signed up to do. Cecilia moved around me and sat on the couch. She patted the seat next to her and Jacqui sprung up from the floor apparently very happy to get the invitation. She also spread her legs far apart and put her hands behind her head causing her breast to swell in front of her. She obviously had been giving instructions regarding this position before. 

Cecilia grabbed the TV remove and turned it on. At the same time she slid her right hand between Jacqui's legs and began slowly rubbing her slit. Jacqui mewed a sound of contentment. I began sweeping the floor. This simple act was amazingly frustrating and degrading. I cleaned my own place, but being under orders to clean another person's place, especially dressed as I was and wearing these damn shoes was something else entirely. That was the degrading part. The frustrating part was as I cleaned, I could hear Jacqui's sounds of passions transition from simple mews to full throated moans as Cecilia manipulated her desires and played her body like a fine instrument. It was frustrating because I wanted Mistress to be playing my body like that. Ever since I read her text this morning I'd been fantasizing about her toying with my body like she had in the store the night before. Only today she wouldn't have the time restrictions she had last night. In my fantasy she made me cum over and over and I made her cum until she couldn't cum any more. Now I had to listen to Jacqui get closer and closer without any signs that I would get the relief I craved.

Jacqui came twice by the time I finished sweeping the floor. Without looking at me, Cecilia told me there was a bucket, soap and a brush in the laundry room. She raised her arm and pointed toward the door by the kitchen. She told me to leave the broom and dustpan in that room. I was getting furious, but I walked to the laundry room anyway to retrieve the bucket. Inside the room was a modern washer and dryer, a slop sink, various cleaning supplies (the bucket, soap and brush were all neatly placed together ready for me) and a large dog cage. I had not seen a dog in the loft and my body shuddered when I realized it probably was for Jacqui. Or maybe for me. I grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and mixed in the soap. Then I headed back to the living area. 

I walked over to the couch, although I was sure what Cecilia wanted. Jacqui was no longer on the couch. She was now on her knees in front of our Mistress. Cecilia had removed her jeans and Jacqui was busy eating her out. Jacqui had been given a pair of knee pads (how thoughtful) so I assumed she might be in that position for a while. Cecilia twisted her head to look at me. She handed me another set of kneepads and told me she wanted her floor "clean enough to eat off." I wondered if that was foreshadowing of something she had planned. I moved toward her desk to start cleaning in the corner.

At first I hated the thought of scrubbing her floors on my hands and knees. Actually I still hate the scrubbing floors. But there was an unexpected consequence to this act of submission. Being on my hands and knees in front of them began to turn me on. Because I was wearing the tiny skirt, I knew my pussy and ass were on display as I crawled around the floor. From the sounds of pleasure emanating from Mistress, I knew she was probably concentrating more on Jacqui than on me, but I could fantasize that it was the view of my backside that was getting her off. 

The bucket water was soon dirty and I had to stand up and go change it frequently. Each time I got to sneak a look at Mistress being pleasured as I walked to the laundry room and then when I returned. As I knelt on the floor I daydreamed that it was me licking her pussy instead of Jacqui. I also imagined Tom behind me again. Only this time he knew it was me he was fucking and I wasn't bound so I could thrust back against him as he pummeled my pussy and defiled my ass. This made the task of cleaning her floor better and made my pussy leak. I wanted to reach between my legs and give myself some relief, but I knew without being told that would merit a severe punishment. Instead I had to suffer in silence as I hear Mistress enjoy four orgasms before she finally gave Jacqui a break. I wondered if we would end up switching places.

Alas that was not to be. Mistress did give me a break by ordering me to bring her and Jacqui glasses of ice water. I guess since I had the maid's apron on that was my job. I was happy to do it because that meant I had to stand in front of them to deliver it. That gave me a chance to get a good look at my post-orgasmic Mistress. Jacqui's face was a site to behold as well covered in Mistress' juices. 

I was more than ready to be played with, but apparently that was not in Mistress' plan just yet. She dismissed me to go back to work. After they finished their water, Cecilia and Jacqui disappeared together behind the other door. The next time I changed the water in the bucket, I heard the sound of a shower running. I assumed the other door led to the bedroom and bathroom. I was tempted to peek, but since I already had some demerits, I didn't want to get caught.

I went back to work on the floor. I kept working in a circular pattern around the room so I could keep my ass facing the middle of the room. I was still daydreaming about Cecilia coming up behind me and grabbing me. When I finally heard them walk out of the bedroom, I stopped scrubbing long enough to turn my head and look at them. Both were dressed perfectly conservatively. Cecilia told me they were going to lunch and would bring something back for me. She said I had been taking too long and she wanted the floor done by the time I returned. I turned my attention back to the floor and kept scrubbing. I heard them walk out the door. I stopped scrubbing and began to cry. Cecilia was driving me crazy by keeping me so close to her and then ignoring me. My desire was driving me crazy and now that I was alone, I had to do something about it. 

I stayed on my hands and knees. Getting myself off the first time was as simple as dropping the scrub brush so I would have a free hand to support myself and using the other hand between my legs to rub my clit. Being emotionally teased by being basically ignored had turned me on more than I realized and after a couple slow strokes of my kitty, I began rubbing myself faster and faster. It took less than a minute for me to have a loud, spasming orgasm that caused me to fall on the floor in a quivering mess. I couldn't believe how quickly and how strong I came. Maybe there was a method to Mistress' madness. She probably knew how turned on her treatment would make me. 

My body left a strange pattern on the floor as I fell into an area I just washed. As quickly as I recovered I got back on my knees and rescrubbed the floor in that section. Then I kept my accelerated pace going trying to finish up the room before they got back. I didn't know how long I had, but I figured the quicker I got this done, the quicker Mistress might use me for a more intimate task. Plus with my carnal needs temporarily satisfied, I could concentrate on the task at hand. Of course being on my hands and knees continued to be a turn on and soon I was fighting the urge to masturbate again, but I was determined to be the best maid Cecilia ever had and finish my job. 

By the time they returned about 45 minutes later, I was a sweaty mess from working so hard. Between my legs was wet too, but it wasn't from sweat. I had finished almost all the floor. There was a small section near the corner of the kitchen that wasn't finished. Mistress seemed pleased. I'm glad she didn't ask if I had taken any breaks. She just told me to keep working and she and Jacqui disappeared into the bedroom again. Now my mind was distracted by what might be happening behind the shut door, but I kept my body focused on finishing the floor. I finally completed that task just as the women were returning from the bedroom.

Mistress stopped to talk to me, but Jacqui kept walking toward the front door and left. Cecilia gave a cursory look at the floor and deemed it acceptable. Then she commented on how messy I had become and told me she would allow me to shower after I finished cleaning her bedroom and started the laundry. She told me I could wash the outfit I was wearing and that she would provide different clothes after I showered. I was glad to hear that. I would prefer to be naked in front of her than wear these slutty clothes I had on. 

I followed her into the bedroom. I was excited to see it. I assumed she had Jacqui had sex again when they went to shower. I wasn't sure what to expect Mistress' bedroom to look like. The rest of the loft was pretty sparse. That wasn't really the case with the bedroom. I got the impression that the room had been custom built for a woman with a particular set of sexual tastes. The room was about 12x12. But what surprised me was it was two levels. Walking through the door, I immediately noticed I was standing underneath a second level. This was no poorly constructed loft bed like you would see in a dorm room or fraternity house. The second level ran the length of the room and had steel beam supports. It was about 8 feet wide leaving room for a staircase at the edge for access. I didn't see a mattress so I assumed it was on level two. The loft was obviously built to hold many people. Immediately I wondered how many Cecilia ever had upstairs to party at one time. Did she host orgies? Or were some things requiring that level of support upstairs. I figured I would find out soon enough and looked around the main level.

There were two windows allowing a generous amount of light into the room. There were blinds, but they were open. There was also a fire escape railing visible. Under the windows were two dressers. They looked like they were from IKEA. Once I made that connection I realized the armoire in the living room was an IKEA one as well. It had a matching counterpart in the corner of the bedroom. More intriguing, though was the massage chair that matched the one in the store office. Cecilia obviously liked the position it kept a sub restrained. I wondered if I would be put on it again today. The chair was under the loft area in the center of the room along with a pommel horse with cuffs chained to the floor for wrists and ankles. There were also cuffs hanging down from the floor of the loft. The appeared to be adjustable in length depending on what Mistress' needs were at the time. A video camera on a tripod completed the items on the floor. But that was far from the last of the items in the room. One wall had windows, dressers and armoire and one had the staircase. That left two walls to store and display Cecilia's collection of pain implements, sex toys and fetish clothes. 

Have you ever seen a well-organized work bench or garage where every tool and a spot on a pegboard with hooks or a specific shelf. That is basically what Cecilia had done only with her collection of cuffs, whips, dildos, floggers, blindfolds, gags, crops, rope and basically everything a well-stocked adult store would carry. I hope she got a good employee discount because she had a fortune invested in her assemblage.

The other wall had two rods spaced about four feet apart vertically to hold all of Cecilia's (at least I assume it was all) outfits, lingerie, costumes and fetishware. It was an amazing collection and I wondered when I would see her dressed in some of it. 

"I need you to dust my playroom," she began instructing me. "While you are doing that you can do my laundry. You can throw your outfit in with mine and clean it so you are not so skanky going home later. There are clean sheets upstairs for the bed. You can make the bed when you are done. After you have folded and neatly put away my clothes you may shower. After that we'll have some fun."

"Mam, may I use your bathroom?" I asked. I always need to pee after a good cum and I had been holding it for a while.

"You may," she replied. "But I think one unauthorized orgasm today is enough, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said with my head pointed down toward the floor. How had she known? Then I remembered the camera setup in the store. Of course she probably had a camera in the apartment. She and Jacqui probably left just to see if I would break down and do what I did. I felt stupid for having been so careless and needy. Cecilia pointed at the door on the edge of the fetish wall and left the room. That must be the bathroom. Walking in I was surprised that it wasn't somehow sexually themed. It was just a basic bathroom. There was a large claw foot tub instead of a shower, but other than that there was just a toilet, a small vanity with plain sink and a small cabinet for bathroom staples.

I quickly peed, resisting the urge to masturbate, then headed back into the bedroom. I started to sort her dirty clothes into lights and darks. Touching her intimate clothing proved to arouse me as much as crawling on the floor. I wanted to touch myself again, but I dared not. I'd seen her implements of punishment and didn't want to upset her more than I already had. I'm sure I'd already earned a spanking or worse, but I was hoping Mistress would take pity on me if I followed the rest of her orders. I was fine until I got to the bottom of the stack and grabbed one of her black thongs. It was wet. And by wet I mean saturated. Immediately I wondered if it was the one she had been wearing this morning. Was her cum trapped on this thong? I could already smell it rising up to my nostrils. I was struck by an urge to lick it. To taste it. I had to know my Mistress' flavor. 

The room had a video camera on the tripod, but it was not on. Did she have another secret camera like the living room? Was she monitoring me right now? Although the desire was strong, I didn't press her thong to my face. But it was tough. Instead I carried the dark load to the laundry room. In an effort to be sneaky, I put the pungent thong on the top of the stack of clothes I was carrying. I was able to hold the stack high putting the thong near my nose. I put the clothes in the wash machine, leaving the thong on top, and then gleefully peeled myself out of my scandalous outfit. Then I looked around for a camera. I didn't see one and decided I was safe. I pressed the thong to my nose and inhaled deeply. I couldn't control myself and started masturbating as the smell of her arousal overwhelmed my senses. 

I was surprised I didn't orgasm on the spot, but perhaps my subconscious was trying to protect me. After 20 or 30 seconds I came to my senses and threw the thong into the wash machine. I quickly started the cycle and poured in some soap. I hoped that without her thong to distract me, I could finish cleaning without further incidents. I saw Cecilia back on the computer as I left the laundry room and went back to the bedroom. She didn't say anything or even grunt.

Dusting the dungeon area (as I started to think of it) area in the bedroom was relatively easy. There was still a pile of her light clothes and I did feel a compulsion to check her panties for, well, you know. But I resisted. I could not ignore her sex collection though. As I carefully dusted the shelf I had to look at every item. Of course my mind was running wild trying to think about what each thing would feel like. When I got to the clothing rack my thoughts switched to what Cecilia would look like wearing each outfit. It was getting hard not to touch myself again.

Finally I climbed the stairs to her private sanctuary. Running the width of the room gave Cecilia space for two king size mattresses sitting side by side. Obviously Cecilia was not always alone up here. Beside the size of the beds, the other interesting feature was a rail system that ran around the bed frame and up over the ceiling. There were attachments for ropes, cuffs and who knows what other things she had in mind for her victims. In my mind I could see myself tied spread eagle to the bed. Jacqui is tied next to me. There is plenty of space for both of us. Cecilia is there directing the action as men line up to fuck us. Or women. I'm sure Cecilia knows plenty of people who would like to gangbang us. I shook my head. Where did that vision just come from?




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 03



By the time I finished my shower and shave, Lisa and Mike were gone. I walked back into the living room naked assuming Mistress would want to inspect me. I was correct. Although I was shivering from just having done a quick towel dry because I had hoped Cecilia's neighbors were still here and wanted to play more, Mistress' fingers over my smooth skin quickly warmed me up again. She told me Lisa and Mike were going out tonight and maybe we would meet up with them. That made me smile. She also told me we would be meeting up with Jacqui. That excited me. Then she told me we had to visit another friend to prepare me. That made me nervous.

Mistress had me dress in the same slutty and revealing outfit (I can't call them clothes) that I had to wear when I arrived. The only addition was my new collar and a leash. She then led me down the stairs and out into the late afternoon sunshine. This time the neighborhood was not deserted. Oh, it still wasn't crowded, but there were a few people outside walking their dog or riding a bike. I know at least three people saw me being led to Cecilia's car, although I heard no comments from them. Still the mix of humiliation and exhilaration I had felt earlier quickly returned. When we got to her car, Mistress released my leash and sat in the drivers seat as I walked around to the passenger side. When I sat down she instructed me to lift the tiny skirt so my bare ass would be on the hot leather. She then told me to rub my pussy while she drove, although she made it clear I was not to climax. Damn her.

Fortunately our drive was not long. I say fortunately because by the time we got there I was struggling not to climax against her orders. My pussy was making all those nasty slushy sounds as I finger fucked myself and Mistress' car reeked of arousal. She was clearly enjoying her control she exhibited over me by carrying on a normal conversation of idle chit chat while all I wanted was to focus on my pussy and satisfying my lust. When we arrived she told me to stop and then fingered me briefly to check that I had not been faking. As if I could. At least she let me lick my juices off her fingers. That was better than nothing.

I was surprised to see we were at a strip mall style office complex. The first business I saw was a tattoo parlor. I was afraid she wanted to mark me. I wasn't ready for that. But next to the parlor was our destination. It was a non-descript shop called "Carlyee's Costumes." I guess I was going to get some new outfit. I figured Mistress wanted to get me some kind of kinky cat suit or leather fetishware. It turns out I was very wrong.

As we walked through the door I expected to meet Carlyee. As it turns out I, met James. The shop was a high-end costume shop, not the fetish emporium I expected. That's not to say my new kinky lifestyle was out of place. James ushered us into a back room and told me to take my clothes off. He wasn't mean about it. He was just straightforward. I looked at Mistress and she nodded her approval.

"What's your plan, James," she asked him.

"Well," he replied looking me up and down. "Spin around slowly darling," he told me. "Let me see what I have to work with."

I didn't understand what he was talking about but I did a slow pirouette. Then he walked up to me. First he put his hands on my hips and squeezed. Then he reached around me and squeezed my ass. I was taken aback but I tried not to react. Next he stepped back and cupped my breasts and fingered my nipples. They were hard of course. He moved back another foot and turned to address Cecilia.

"She's got good tone in her legs and ass. Her breasts might be a problem. Are her nipples always that hard?"

"Only when she is turned on," Mistress replied with a snicker. "Which is most of the time."

James nodded as if Mistress had given him some unexpected information. He then walked back to me and without saying a word slid a finger into my pussy. I gasped at the intrusion. He started to slowly finger bang me. 

"So I'm guessing she's this wet most of the time too?" he asked Mistress.

"Pretty much," she replied. "Is that a problem?"

"Yeah, but it's a nice one to have," he said as he pulled his finger out of me.

It drives me nuts when people talk about me as if I wasn't in the room. It objectifies me and I hate it. It also solidifies my position as a toy for their amusement. But be that as it may, I could not deny I was very turned on. James walked over to a table and grabbed a digital camera. He took a snapshot of me from the front and one from the back. He then sat down at his computer. He pulled up the first picture in Photoshop. He then began sketching using a drawing pen. Cecilia told me to go in front and look at the costumes because she had private business to discuss with James. I hated being dismissed because I was interested in what he was doing, but I obeyed her. It didn't even cross my mind until I reached the store part of the shop that I was naked. I was too nervous to walk around where somebody might see me through the window. I basically hid behind the counter praying nobody would come in. Fortunately I didn't have to wait more than a few minutes before Cecilia came and got me.

"James is a body paint artist and I wanted something special for you tonight. We're going out and I'm going to show you off to a few friends so I want your costume to be perfect."

I still wasn't sure exactly what was going on. James brought me over next to another table that had an airbrush and several small jars of what I could only assume was the paint. There were also rolls of blue tape. He told me to hold my hair up over my head. When I did, he began to use the tape to mask off an outline on my body.

I'd never been an artist's canvas before and it certainly was a unique experience. He was touching my body, sometimes kind of intimately, but it wasn't in a sexual way. He was touching me preparing my flesh to become his artwork. Cecilia was watching intently. She had to trust that he would transform me into the vision she wanted. James took my collar off and then wrapped the blue tape around my neck. Unfortunately it wasn't straight enough for him so he had to pull it off and do it again. While his tape was not as sticky as others I had touched, it still stung a bit as he ripped it off.

I expected him to repeat the process on my arms, but he moved to my waist instead placing a piece of tape around my torso just above my belly button. Fortunately he did this piece in one attempt. He then put a second piece around me about an inch and a half higher. I couldn't see the screen to see what he had planed. I had to try and guess based on where the tape was being positioned.

More tape went around my waist; lower this time over my upper hips about three inches above my pussy. He then put two pieces around my thighs about five inches above my knees. Then he had me turn around. I felt tape being applied to my skin in two parallel lines down my back connecting with the top piece running around my waist. He then very carefully (he warned me not to flinch) cut the waist piece out from between the two vertical pieces. He then made two horizontal pieces that wrapped around my body going over my breasts above and below my nipples. That worried me, but I decided to try and relax until he was done. 

More tape and more cutting with the razor and my body paint mask began to take shape. I was worried, of course, because it was clear there would be a lot of unpainted skin. But nothing could be as revealing as the mesh top and skirt I'd been paraded around in so I figured the paint would at least protect me when wearing my new clothes. When James finally finished his prep and started painting, he worked quickly. 

I have not described what he designed over my breasts because it was difficult to explain. Have you ever seen a leather halter with a mesh cutout over the breasts? It was kind of like that. He had masked off a diamond shape from just under the start of my neck to just above my belly button and to just outside my nipples. Of course they were still standing tall. Working quickly, he airbrushed my chest using fire engine red paint. He then used another tool to blow on some fine sparkles (not the size of glitter but much, much finer) to give my chest a reflective quality. He finally used what he called a "clear coat" to spray on a light protective layer so the paint "would not rub off easily." 

I obviously must of shown concern on my face when he said that because he quickly clarified that if I soaked in a hot bath for half an hour, the paint would easily come off. I didn't really believe him, but what could I do. He then used a hair dryer to set the paint. Then he removed the diagonal pieces of tape and reapplied new tape about an inch further out. He also created a masked off channel that connected to the piece around my waist and neck. Then she switched to gloss black paint.

While my chest would be red and shimmering, the rest of my outfit was to be patent leather buffed to a high shine. At least that was what James called it. Since the detail work had been done, he picked up speed quickly painting on my shorts. I realized all the time he took masking off my body allowed him to paint perfectly straight lines. He really was an artist with the airbrush. He didn't bother with using the hair dryer after he finished with my shorts. He said he prefers to let the gloss air dry slowly. Instead he moved up to finish my top. The red diamond became framed with black and connect to a black circle around my neck (it really did look like a halter top's support) and a similar one around my waist and up my back connecting to the "straps" from my breasts around my back. There was elegance to his design. Instead of just covering up my tits and pussy, he created something that looked like real clothes including support just like a real top would need. He then moved back to my nipples. 

He rubbed and pinched them enough to make sure he had their full attention. Then he picked up a chrome tool off the table. It looked like a fancy needle nose pliers except on the end was a tiny rubber band.

"I'm sure it is not going to be a problem, but I need to make sure your nipples stay firm," he told me just before snapping the tight rubber band around my left nipple. He then repeated the process on the right nipple. I was breathing hard as the rubber cut off the blood flow trapping my nipples in their engorged state. He then put a small sticky circle of fabric over each nipple and then painted them black to match the rest of the border. He then addressed Cecilia.

"Technically you have to cover her breasts and pussy or she can be arrested for indecent exposure. Hence the need for these pasties and that g-string over on the table."

He pointed toward a wisp of a g-string sitting on the table and Mistress handed it to him.

"Slip this on darling," he told me. "But be careful. The black still had to dry more and could smudge."

I carefully slid the tiny garment over my legs until it was just below my painted on shorts. Cecilia helped with the back while James carefully positioned the front. Although it was black, the g-string didn't have the same gloss as the rest of the black paint. A couple quick blasts with the airbrush corrected that. Now I just had to wait for the paint to dry (about 15 minutes) then another quick round with the clear coat (I felt like a car being protected against the elements) and 15 minutes later, he removed all the tape. 

He said I should keep standing and not move too much for another 30 minutes just to be safe, but I didn't have to be completely still. I could also let down my hair. Mistress reattached my collar, which fit just above my halter's neck ring and looked perfect. James took more photos of his handiwork for his portfolio. Just like when I walked to the front of the store naked and didn't realize it right away, I didn't realize right away that I was still basically naked in his pictures, although I didn't feel that way. The original naked picture was to aid his design. But these were to show potential clients. That was not cool. But what could I do?

James and Cecilia continued to talk about mutual friends and the local "scene" as if I wasn't there while I continued to dry. Finally after a test of the paint's tack (on my lower back) James deemed me done. Then he asked Cecilia for his fee. His charge was $250 for my costume. I should have realized I had been setup when Mistress said she had "forgot" her cash. Of course I was naked and had nothing. When James said "maybe we can come to an arrangement," I figured out that payment had previously been prescribed. 

James' cock was smaller than Mikes, but it was hard and tasty in my mouth. I would have let him fuck me (I was still very wet of course) but he insisted that a blowjob was fine because he didn't want to damage the paint. He said I shouldn't be too active for another hour while it dried more. But I guess just being on my knees was OK. Before he shot he warned me not to spill any. I've had guys tell me that before, but never because his cum might harm the clothes he had just painted on my body. He didn't have to worry because I never waste cum. I greedily gulped down his load and would have asked for more if he had stayed hard. As it was, Cecilia said it was time to leave.

I looked around for the mesh top and skirt to cover my new paint, but Mistress said they would not be necessary. I was dumbfounded. I suppose when James had me slide on the g-string so I wouldn't be technically be naked in public I should have realized she expected me to walk out like this. I looked at myself in the mirror. The paint job did look like clothes. In fact I looked less revealing than I did in the mesh top, at least from a distance. If you got up close you could easily tell the truth. I briefly pleaded my case but my efforts fell on deaf ears. Cecilia began to walk out of the store. I suppose I could have begged James to help me, but somehow I doubt he would have. He seemed to enjoy himself too much painting me and I know he enjoyed my oral payment for his services. In the end I had to run to catch up to her. She made me wait outside the car for a minute before she unlocked the door as punishment. I was never so happy to be safely hidden in a car before.

As we pulled out of the parking lot she called Jacqui on her cell phone. She was working at the store. Apparently the person who was supposed to relieve her at six had called in and said he would be a half hour late. Mistress told her she would send me in to get her when we arrived. We got there at 5:30 and she parked in the front so traffic going past would see me. 

"Please don't make me go inside naked," I pleaded with her.

"I'll make a deal with you," Cecilia replied. "If you're not wet, you can stay in the car."

I scowled at her and opened the door. Even though she had not made me (let me) masturbate (trying to protect the paint so it could dry a little more) my pussy was still juicy and ready for action. As I shut the car door she rolled down the window. That was very clever. She could have told me whatever she needed to tell me while I was in the car but now that I was standing outside, I would either have to squat down or bend over to talk to her. I knew which position she preferred without having to ask. I kept my legs straight and bent over. I knew my butt would look tight and the high heels helped my calves and thighs. Surprisingly I didn't feel particularly humiliated. At least not yet. I guess I was getting accustomed to her treatment of me.

Mistress told me she had a pair of stockings for me in the trunk and she wanted me to put them on before I went inside. Now I understood why she parked in front. A wave of degradation now rolled over me. Judging from the lack of cars in the front lot, the store didn't seem too crowded. I couldn't see the back lot where the truckers parked so I could tell how many guys were there waiting for their trailers to be loaded before heading out on the road. I probably didn't feel embarrassed at first because I knew the layout of the store and just a few people would see me. But now, I had no idea how many people driving by would see me putting on the stockings. I knew they would never know I was naked, but I would know. I scowled at her again as she pushed the button to release the trunk.

I had to lean against the trunk and kick off my shoe to slide the black fishnets up my right leg. Thankfully it was a thigh high stay-up since a garter belt would have screwed up the look of my "shorts." Upon closer inspection I discovered the fishnet also had several larger holes in them making them look torn and extra trampy. No self-respecting woman would wear stockings so worn out. But then a self-respecting woman wouldn't be about to walk into an adult bookstore wearing only body paint either. 

I take that back. I have self-respect. But what I also have is a seemingly insatiable need to follow Mistress Cecilia's orders and a pussy leaking juice through the tiny g-string I was wearing. I quickly put my shoe back on and then repeated the process on my left leg. After that I shut the trunk and walked back to the passenger window. I had decided to own my predicament. This time when I bent over to talk to her I spread my legs a bit as well. I'm sure the people driving by had a good view and several honked, but I didn't care. If I was going to be a sub slut tonight, I was going to be the best one I could be. I asked if she had any other instructions.

"Just go in and hang out by the counter with Jacqui," she told me. 

That sounded boring. Safe, but boring.

"Can I wander around the shop instead?" I asked her trying to sound innocent.

Mistress seemed amused. "I could tell Jacqui to set you up with their glory hole."

I think she was trying to shock me, but it wasn't going to work. I'd already sucked off two strangers today and the thought of blowing a few more was very appealing.

"Whatever you decide, Mistress," I replied. I then stood up and walked into the store.

Have you ever walked into a room and all conversation stopped? That was pretty much what happened to me. Not that there was a lot of discussion of world affairs going on, but as I entered the shop, every guy turned his attention to me. Only Jacqui managed to say something and all she could say was "holy shit" followed by "you can't walk around here naked."

"I'm not naked," I countered. "I have stockings on." I gave her a little chuckle. "But seriously, I have on a g-string and pasties."

She waved me over for a closer look. "That's amazing. What did Mistress tell you to do?"

"Just hang out up here and let the guys look at me."

"I'm going to be the one looking," she quipped.

For the next half hour or so, basically up to 6pm when Jacqui was suppose to be done for the night, I stood with her behind the counter. I received many complements from the customers and several made token purchases indicating they wouldn't even need to watch a movie in the booth. All of this attention did little to dull the effects on my libido. A fact I finally shared with Jacqui.

"I really need to get fucked or at least suck a cock," I told her. She looked at her watch and then pulled out her cell phone hitting a speed dial number.

"Yes, Mistress. She finally cracked. Should I let her get some satisfaction?"

Damn I hate to be predictable. On the other hand as Jacqui led me to a secret door behind the viewing booths (this place didn't have easy access from the office) I was glad I was going to get some cock. I was relieved that there was no bondage setup to hold my head in place. Of course that was not necessary any more, but I was more relieved because I could give a better blowjob if I could move my head. There was a small short (6 inches high) stool in front of the hole. Sitting on it would put my head at just the right height.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 03



"Do you want me to bring you a dildo?" she asked me. "I usually ride one when I'm in here."

That was something I had not considered. I was just happy to be sucking some cock. "Hell yes," I replied. I'm sure Mistress had accurately predicted that as well because it only took Jacqui about a minute to retrieve a thick dildo with a suction cup to place on the stool. She then helped me take the g-string off. I quickly straddled the fake cock and moaned as I slid down its length.

"I'll go flip the light on to let guys know you're open for business. We don't charge here so there will probably be a line forming quickly. The guys will assume it's you. Oh, and Mistress said you could cum all you want, but don't mess up your paint."

As I said before, I never purposely try to spill a drop of cum from my mouth and I wasn't about to start now. I slid the panel over opening the hole. There was already a guy in the room. Peeking through the hole (again thankful for not being bound in position) I saw a stroking himself. His cock wasn't that big, but time was short. I said "Hey, want to get sucked off?" to him through the hole. I think I took him by surprise. That didn't stop him from walking over and trying to look at me. But it was dark in my closet so he really couldn't see me.

"Are you a dude or a chick?" he asked me.

Really? I mean, really? "I'm a woman, I'm naked and I'm riding a dildo," I told him proudly. 

"Are you a cop?" he asked next.

I didn't think a cop would do this as it would be entrapment, but I guess he wanted to be sure. I told him, "No," which meant even if I was, any evidence I gathered would be inadmissible. "Stick you cock through the wall. I need to taste you," I told him. 

"First let me feel your pussy. Prove you are a woman," he countered. Damn, he was kinkier than I had given him credit. But that is how I ended up with my legs spread against the wall and a stranger fingering my pussy. The hole wasn't big enough for him to get his hand through, but three fingers fit and that was enough for him to know I had a pussy and that it was wet. I rubbed my clit too and it felt great. But the angle meant he wouldn't get enough pressure to help get me off. I needed to blow him and get on with business. The business of fucking myself on the dildo until I explode.

Of course he tried to convince me to fuck myself on his cock as he slid it through the wall. I told him I'd seen him stroking himself and it wasn't long enough taking the wall into consideration. He seemed pissed when I said that and pulled his cock back onto his side. I pleaded with him to give me his cock again. "I can't get in position on this side," I told him. "I'll suck you off good and you can cum in my mouth,"

He countered with an offer of a facial. I told him no that I really wanted to swallow his load. I guess he decided that was a good enough offer because his cock slid through the wall again. I sat back down on the dildo, moaned and then kissed the tip of his cock. He too was soon moaning. I guess he liked the up and down action on his dick as I bounced on the dildo. I can't say I was disappointed he shot pretty quickly. I figured there were guys of larger stature waiting in line. Ever since he offered to fuck me I had thought about the logistics of making that happen. I figured I'd need to find a guy with at least eight hard inches and then maybe I could turn around, bend over and let him to me doggie style. 

I will give him credit for having thick creamy cum. That was definitely a positive. As he pulled out I began to ride the dildo harder and began to work my clit as well. I wasn't worried about the paint any more. I was worried about an orgasm. I had a nagging suspicion that Mistress Cecilia would open the door any minute and stop me. I was determined not to let that happen without at least one good cum. And fortunately, it did not. I began to cum just as another cock appeared through the hole. I firmly bottomed myself out with the dildo buried inside of me. My body was shaking as I took the second cock into my mouth. He was bigger, although not big enough to fuck. I was unable to concentrate on my own technique as I was still riding out my climax, but he didn't seem concerned. He began to fuck my mouth. I don't know if he could tell I was cumming, but his actions certainly helped prolong my climax and I thank him for that. By the time my own orgasm ended, it only took another minute of work to bring him off. My fourth juicy load of the day found my belly. I felt warm inside and started fucking myself again.

Sitting in the dark I don't know how long I was in the closet. I counted six loads of cum down my throat and four orgasms for my sore pussy and myself before my dream cock slid through the wall. I gave the head a nice kiss, slid my mouth down its length to get it nice a slippery and then began to give him some hand action while I dismounted the dildo and stood up. I had to stop briefly to move the stool before I could spin around and position my pussy against the bulbous head of his cock. I suppose I was not the first glory hole girl to avail myself of his cock as I backed my pussy onto it like a needy whore. He didn't seem surprised and he didn't try to fuck me. He just let me rock back and forth at my own pace taking what I needed. The position actually worked very well for me and I would have liked to have rode him for a long time, but I knew it must be getting on toward when Jacqui would be able to leave and I didn't want my beautiful new friend to miss out on his own orgasm, so I started rubbing my clit again hoping to speed up my own climax. 

I began to moan again as I started getting close. Then I heard him moan and felt his cock begin to swell. You should be proud of me displaying the agility of an 18-year-old porn star as I dismounted him in the blink of an eye and dropped to my knees just in time to take him in my mouth and receive his bountiful gift. I wasn't even too upset that I didn't climax, although I kept rubbing my own clit as he eventually softening in my mouth. Jacqui opened the door. I popped his cock out of my mouth (still holding it as it deflated) and asked if I could have one more so I could cum again. She gave me a look that said we would both be in trouble, but then she smiled and nodded her head. "OK, slut. One more."

Cock number eight was unfortunately average. I rode the dildo while Jacqui played with my nipples. That extra stimulation was more than enough to bring me off. In fact I had two orgasms before I swallowed my last load at the glory hole. All told I had probably sucked off 15 or 16 guys in the last two days anonymously and I have to admit, I really enjoyed it. Jacqui escorted me from the closet back through the store. Several men applauded. I guess they were satisfied customers. I took a small bow and Jacqui and I walked out of the store back to Cecilia's car. Jacqui got in the front seat and I was relegated to the back. I noticed there was a spreader bar and cuffs on the floor. I didn't bother asking Mistress for clarification. I just cuffed myself to the bar. 

The sun was starting to twilight and Cecilia said we had about a 15-minute drive ahead of us. She told me I could masturbate if I wanted, but if I wanted to rest that was OK too. Rest sounded good to me. Even with my legs spread wide apart, the series of orgasms in the store had worn me out. I shut my eyes and took a little catnap. I didn't really sleep, but I closed my eyes and tried to zone out. When the car hit a fairly serious pothole, I was jolted back to reality and realized we were in a line of cars waiting to get into a drive-in movie. I didn't even realize drive-ins still existed. I was relieved when the clerk taking the admittance fee didn't even bother to look in the back seat to verify there were only three of us in the car. I suppose he was too busy looking down at Cecilia and Jacqui.

We drove into the drive-in and Cecilia found a spot basically in the middle. I would have preferred to be in the back, but subs don't get to make those decisions. Cecilia sent Jacqui to the snack shop while she climbed into the back seat with me.

"So did you enjoy your time at the bookstore, pet?" she asked. That was a pretty dumb question. I gave her a complete, blow-by-blow as it were, recap of the hour. She seemed pleased with me. So much so that she started rubbing my pussy for me.

"Like in the store, for the rest of tonight you are free to climax as often as you can. But I have a new rule for you. You must always ask permission before you cum. If we are not together you must call me so I can hear your orgasm. If I don't pick up, you must leave me a voicemail while you explode. Do you understand?"

Her orders were pretty self explanatory so I told her I did. "Good," she told me. Then she added, "I'm actually here because I wanted to see this movie. You're going to sit in the back here and play with this juicy pussy of yours. Jacqui and I may join you or we may not. Mike and Lisa are supposed to meet us here. They may or may not want to play. Lisa gets jealous when Mike is with another woman even though she has the hots for you. After the movie we're going out to a club."

"I don't think I'm dressed for a club," I told her hoping to get at least some clothes to cover my nudity.

"Nonsense," she told me confidently. "You're dressed perfectly for the club I have in mind." Then she winked. "Trust me."

I was less concerned with what she was saying than with what I was feeling as her fingers continued to work my pussy. She began to finger fuck me with her left hand while her right rubbed my clit. She told me there was a bag under the seat with a vibe and a dildo if I wanted them. I moaned that she was doing fine. In fact, my pussy was gushing just like it had when I sat on the dildo at the store. My only concern was she wouldn't bring me to climax before Jacqui returned and that she would quit playing with me. I begged her to "fuck me harder" and to "please make me cum." Cecilia was happy to oblige and worked on my fuck hole quicker. I was quickly back on the edge but couldn't quite seem to get over the hump. I think it was because although I was in the safety of being in a car, the fact that people surrounded us made it difficult to let myself go. As a result, I was hanging on the edge when Jacqui returned. Cecilia stopped playing with me and got back in the front seat to eat her popcorn. The trailers had also started. I reached down and found the vibrator.

The vibrator felt great against my clit, but I was still having trouble achieving the big O that I craved. Just after the movie started I thought I was ready so I asked Cecilia for permission to cum. I didn't beg the way I had before. It was much more casual. She didn't even look back at me and simply said, "go ahead."

She didn't tell me no to force me to hold back. And she didn't use any derogatory names like she had done in the past. I found myself a little disappointed. I leaned into the back seat and pressed the vibe harder against my clit, but nothing happened. I wasn't able to get over the top, a fact not overlooked by my Mistress. 

"Are you having trouble, slave?" she asked me. 

Just hearing her call me slave sent a shiver through my body and I felt an almost mini-climax flow through me.

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

Another surge went through my body and again I felt a mini-climax. Not the kind of soul quenching orgasm I was looking for, but it was better than nothing. I looked forward and saw Mistress reaching for something in the glove compartment. She tossed it back to me. It was a bandana. 

"I think you're worried about being here. Use it as a blindfold," she told me.

I wrapped the cloth around my head. It wasn't very effective as the dye was light and translucent. I could see shapes in the car, but not much outside. Still, it raised the kinky quotient. I went back to rubbing my pussy. The blindfold seemed to help my arousal and I felt a real orgasm begin to build. Then over the sound of the movie, I heard Jacqui start describing my actions in the store. Except, unlike how I described them to Mistress earlier, she was using much more vulgar language. Words like slut, whore, cunt and tramp degraded me as she described how out of control I was fucking myself and begging for cock. Apparently there was an infrared camera in the closet (why didn't I assume that) and she had watched most of my performance. She even said some of the customers watched as I fucked the guy through the wall instead of just blowing him. 

Her dirty talk was working on my sex-addled brain. I was transported out of the car (the blindfold definitely helped) and into a non-descript room where I was bound and being used by men and women alike. Almost without warning, I started cumming. Unlike the others, this was no small affair and I began twisting in my leg bindings and shaking as it consumed me. If Jacqui or Cecilia made any comments, I missed them. Fireworks were going off in my head and I was screaming in pleasure.

My orgasm seemed to go on and on. Bring treated like a dirty girl definitely worked for me and it was becoming obvious to my brain that vanilla sex really wasn't going to work for me any more. When I finally started to calm down and come off my high, I pulled off the blindfold. I was surprised to find Cecilia and Jacqui just watching the movie and not watching me. At least they could have been playing with themselves because I turned them on. But no, they were just doing their own thing. So I did the only thing I could think of doing. I put the bandana back around my eyes. This time I lay down on the back seat. It was a little challenging because of the spreader bar, but I managed to get one foot up in the air. That allowed me to swing my other foot over and lay down. Then I went to work on my pussy again. This time instead of just using the vibe on my clit, I started fucking myself.

I don't know how long it took for me to build up to yet another orgasm. Time really didn't matter much anymore. They had their movie, I had my fantasies of being gang fucked and forced to suck cock for money. After I finally came again (yes I remembered to ask permission this time) and decided to remove the blindfold I learned a valuable lesson about being aware of your surroundings at all times. When I lay down, I had not considered that I was exposing my pussy straight out the passenger side window. I had only been concerned with getting myself off again not with the fact that I was putting on a show. But putting on a show was exactly what I was doing. I suppose the people parked near us were wondering why five guys were standing outside our car staring in the window. As I began to sit up, they all scattered like cockroaches exposed to light.

"Did you see them?" I asked my front seat companions.

"Yes," the both replied.

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked incredulously. 

"We figured you wanted to be watched," Mistress replied. "Want Jacqui to go grab one for you to fuck?"

"Yeah," I said sarcastically calling her bluff. Then I added, "but my pussy is pretty sore right now."

Mistress turned to Jacqui. "Go find some nerdy guy for her to blow. Make sure he's over 18 and someone who probably doesn't get much action. Let's give him something to remember."

Jacqui got out of the car. I tried to explain that I was only kidding about wanting her to go find somebody for me. But Mistress was having none of it.

"We're going to the club after the movie so I can show you off to my friends. It's our usual Saturday night party. You had better get used to me choosing who sees your sexy body and who gets to use it. You might want to unhook those cuffs though so you have more room to move."

I was muttering under my breath as I unbuckled my ankles. But I didn't have much time to wait as Jacqui soon returned with a kid who looked like he had never seen a naked woman before. She opened the back door and he plopped down on the seat next to me without even saying hello. Jacqui said she had checked his ID and he was 20, although he didn't look like it. I could tell he was nervous. That kind of made him a little attractive. Cecilia was the first to speak up.

"Our friend back there, Susan, is celebrating her birthday with us tonight. She told us she wants to suck some young cock. Are you up for that?"

The kid looked shocked. I'm sure Jacqui had told him a similar story, but he probably didn't fully believe her. Now that he saw me sitting there naked and stinking of sex, he was probably of thinking about how he would write Penthouse forum. "I never thought it would happen to me, but I was at the drive-in and ..." He looked at me for my approval and I nodded at him. I then reached for his zipper.

Part of me did want to fuck him but I doubt he was carrying a condom. Obviously I was not either although it wouldn't surprise me if Cecilia or Jacqui had a stash. But I also had not been lying that my pussy was feeling a bit worn out. Jacqui had picked this guy because he looked like he probably didn't score too often and the speed at which he popped confirmed that. At least I got his cock out of his pants and into my mouth, but it wasn't long after that I was gulping down another load. He was sweet and apologized. I wasn't mad, but since tasting him I also wanted more. I asked if he was here alone or was here with friends. He said his college roommates were here with him. When I asked he qualified that to mean two other boys his age. I told him to send them over. He smiled and got out of the car.

"Mistress, I hope it's alright that I invited two more guys over for a suck?" I asked assuming she would be proud of me for embracing my new sluthood for her. She just said fine, but reminded me I had to ask for permission before I came. I told her I remembered. Just then both back doors opened and two larger guys got in on either side of me. They were not as nerdy as their roommate and I assumed they had sex much more often.

"I hear you're giving out free blow jobs," the guy on my right said. "Nice outfit," the guy on my left added. "No wonder needledick shot so fast." I didn't like them calling their roommate needledick. Granted he wasn't the biggest did I'd had today, but he wasn't tiny either.

"Whip them out boys. I'll suck you dry, but you have to cum in my mouth," I told them.

Logistically it was a challenge in the small back seat. I was able to twist onto my side and suck on leftie's cock while I reached around to rightie's and started giving him a hand job. Switching back and forth was a problem. Although I loved having both of them at the same time, I just never felt comfortable with the position. I did my best though to make them feel good. I was sucking on leftie's cock when I felt rightie start to stiffen extra hard in my hand. I didn't want him to soil Mistress' car so I immediately began to switch off to his cock in an effort to get his cum in my mouth. I was just a tad too slow, however. The first big blast hit my face. The second mostly got my mouth as I continued to move into position, but some went up my nose. That was revolting, by the way. Then I got settled over him and got the rest where it belonged. 

After I swallowed his gift I started to lift my head when I heard rightie grunt. I turned to look at him and he was furiously pumping his cock. He apparently didn't remember me saying I'd suck him dry. He wanted to explode.

"No no," I shouted at him. "Give me your cum!"

He looked surprised. The cum on my face was starting to drip and I looked like a slut possessed as I tried to maneuver into position to capture his excitement. I'm proud to say I made it just in time. The head of his cock was safely in my mouth before he began to unload. He blasted the biggest load I'd received yet that day. It must have been a while since he'd been relieved. I was glad I was the one to provide that service. I gulped down his cum and savored every tasty ounce. Mistress Cecilia then spoke up.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 03



"Thanks boys, but Susan has another very important task to complete. So back to your car and enjoy the rest of the movie. Thanks for helping our friend celebrate."

The boys made a crude comment about being willing to help Cecilia or Jacqui, but they were shot down quickly and easily. Cecilia then told me to wipe the cum off my face with the bandana and to "do it quickly." I wasn't sure what the rush was all about, but I cleaned up the cum as best I could. She then told me she had gotten a text from Lisa.

"Mike and Lisa are parked in the back row," she began. "Mike really wants to fuck you."

I felt a stirring in my pussy. He has a nice cock and I would love to have him inside of me.

"He drives a black 1967 Lincoln Continental. You can't miss it. It's a huge boat of a car. He said they are parked on the north side of the snack bar along the fence. You'll probably have to eat out Lisa to a few good climaxes before she'll let you have him. We'll meet you at the club later. They will bring you after they get their fill of your charms. Now get going."

I was more than a little apprehensive about getting out of the car. Especially since I was naked and had just blown three guys. What if they tried to grab me and throw me into their car? Couldn't she at least drive me over to their car? I knew Cecilia wasn't going to budge though. At least it was dark out and none of the cars would have their lights on. Reluctantly I stepped out of the back seat. My heels started to sink into the gravel roadbed. Mistress quickly pulled away leaving me standing there alone. I guess she wasn't as interested in the movie as she led on. Suddenly a feeling of dread hit me like a ton of bricks. What if Mike and Lisa were not really there and this was some kind of initiation? What if some other friends were waiting at the back to "kidnap" me and take me to some secret location? What if somebody called the cops because they knew I was naked? What if? What if? Different results kept running through my head. One thing was for sure, I couldn't stay where I was. I started gingerly walking toward the back fence. It was tough going because of the gravel and I was unsteady on my feet. I probably looked drunk.

I had to walk between the cars in each row and I felt sure everyone was watching me instead of the movie. I didn't make eye contact with any of them. If somebody was offended and called the cops, so be it. I'd tell them everything and they would probably feel sorry for me. A few people made crass comments and I passed a couple of girls coming from the concession stand who gave me disgusted looks, but I made it to the last row with only a minimum of burning shame spreading through my body. Then I looked for Mike's car. Cecilia was right. It was hard to miss. It didn't look like anything else parked back there. Big and black it stuck out a foot further than the other cars. I walked over to it with a purpose in my step. I was just glad they were there and it wasn't a trick Mistress was playing on me. When I got to it, I realized the side windows were tinted as dark as the paint job. The back door swung open. It was a suicide door. I'd never seen one in person before. It was dark in the back seat. I realized I'd have to actually get in before I knew if it was really Lisa and Mike waiting inside to use my body. I froze for a second. Then I took a couple deep breaths and moved the final few feet toward the car.

The first thing I saw was a woman's legs. That was a good sign. I stuck my head into the back seat. Mike and Lisa were smiling and both were naked. But neither moved to make room for me though the back seat was more spacious than in any car I had seen. Then Lisa patted her lap. I realized she wanted me to lay over her lap. I bent over and crawled into the car. In order for my legs to clear the door, I had to go past Lisa and ended up with my head in Mike's crotch. This wasn't the first time today my mouth had been next to his beautiful cock. Mistress had warned me that Lisa got jealous about sharing him so I didn't take him into my mouth immediately. I figured I'd better wait until they directed me. I found his man scent intoxicating. I'd always loved ball sweat especially after a man has just done something physical. I would have happily gobbled him up right then, but I held back. Then I felt Lisa's hand on my ass. 

"Thanks for joining us, Susan," Mike told me. "After your blowjob earlier I really wanted to fuck you."

"He wants to fuck anything with two legs and two holes," Lisa added to the conversation.

"That's not true," Mike countered with a sarcastic tilt to his voice. "One leg is fine."

Lisa chuckled. I remained silent. Then she said "Do they at least have to have a pulse?"

"Susan has a pulse," he countered. I was kind of enjoying listening to their banter. Then Lisa ran her finger between my legs. 

"The slut is already wet," she announced to her partner. "Here's the deal, Susan. I know you want to fuck Mike. From what Cecilia tells me, you want to fuck anyone, but to get someone as fine as Mike, you have to earn it."

Mike's cock was growing next to my face. I gave the tip a quick little lick thinking it might turn him on more and speed things up. I didn't agree with Cecilia's assessment that I would fuck anyone, but I certainly wanted Mike. Lisa was continuing to rub my slit, which made me even hornier.

"They only way you can have Mike is if you get me off enough that I'm not interested in his dick for a few hours. We're planning to meet Cecilia, Jacqui and some friends at the club later. But for now, you're going to spin around and get between my legs. You are going to eat and finger my pussy until I tell you to stop. Then if there is time before we have to leave, you can fuck Mike. Deal?"

I gave Mike's cock another kiss (more passionately on the head to inspire him) and then twisted around until I was on the floor between Lisa's legs. I'm sure it wasn't the most graceful maneuver I'd ever made, but that didn't matter. I was soon between her spread legs. Her pussy was very pungent. The smell of her arousal hung in the air.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Dive in, whore."

Slut and whore. Two names I despised but that turned me on when used to describe me. I gave Lisa's cunt (another word I hate in casual conversation but now, in context found exciting) a long lick from just above her asshole to above her clit. She sighed contentedly. And to work I went. I still consider myself a novice when it comes to eating pussy. I'm much better working a cock. But thanks to Mistress' training I am getting better. And if Lisa's reactions were to believed (I don't think she could fake the amount of juice flowing out of her) I was doing well. Surprisingly Mike was watching the movie. I kept sneaking glances at his cock while I serviced his girlfriend. He wasn't stroking it and it was deflating slowly. 

Lisa's first orgasm took about 10 minutes to arrive. I wasn't caught off guard because she grabbed my head and pulled my tighter against her sex as she climaxed. I struggled to get air, but what I did pull into my lungs has the most sensual smell. She held me tightly for maybe a minute as she rocked back and forth and squeezed my head with her thighs. The she left me go and pushed my head back.

"That was amazing," she told me. "Thank you."

I told her "you're welcome" as I watched her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. As soon as she did, she told me to start again. This time instead of long licks, she preferred that I finger fuck her and suck on her clit. It didn't take as long for her to climax this time. Or the third time. I was starting to think I would never get Mike's cock, but true to her word, and after her fifth orgasm on my face, Lisa announced she was "all cummed out." At least for a while. She told me I could get my reward if I still was up for it. Up for it? Was she kidding? As long as Mike was up for it, I was going to have him inside of me.

I crawled over quickly and took is cock into my mouth. There were no playful little kisses to his cock this time. My pussy was leaking and I needed it filled as soon as possible. As he started to grow in my mouth I reached underneath and began to squeeze his balls. I wanted him hard and hard now. I guess he liked what I was doing because his erection returned full force. I pulled my mouth off his cock and started stroking it instead. I asked him how he wanted to fuck me without giving thought to home many pornos ended with a girl on her knees stroking a guy right before he plastered her face.

Given the way Mistress likes to tease me, I wouldn't have been surprised if the plan was to get me worked up and then leave me unsatisfied. I certainly knew Cecilia and Jacqui were capable of that and from what I've seen, Mike and Lisa were not beyond a bit of teasing, But fortunately Mike really did want to fuck me and was in control of his cock well enough not to blast off. Instead he calmly told me to get off my knees and to mount him in a reverse cowgirl. 

I probably should have been miffed that he was still interested in watching the movie as I lowered myself onto his hard staff. I mean seriously. How often does he have a beautiful woman begging for his cock? Other than Lisa, I suppose. But he still felt great as I lowered myself onto his manhood and even though I was going to have to do all the work if I wanted to get off, I was willing to put in the effort.

I was bouncing up and down on his cock and squealing in delight. Mike didn't put in much effort (although he was providing the most important part) but he did reach around and cup my breasts to keep them from bouncing wildly. He pulled me back against his barrel chest and repositioned his hands to play with my nipples. That helped my attitude immensely. Lisa joined in my rubbing my clit with wild abandon. 

This was more what I had in mind when I walked over here. Although the side windows were tinted, the front window was not. We soon had an audience standing in front of the car. I think I was the only one really visible since Mike was behind me and Lisa had leaned over. Their exhibition streak (Cecilia had clued me in) now took over in me. My body decided for me that it liked being seen in that position. I told Mike to drop my tits and grab my hips. "Come on, put some effort into it!" I yelled at him as my boobs began to bounce wildly. I know people go to drive-ins to make out and I'm sure plenty of blowjobs happen, but how often would you see somebody getting their brains fucked out? I think what we were doing was legal because we were in the car, but I didn't care. Even at the risk of someone calling the cops, I wasn't about to stop.

Mike was a trooper thrusting his hips up in pace with my cadence. Lisa kept rubbing me and even reached up and slapped my tits a few times. I'm sure the extra hand confused our audience a bit until they realized another person was in the car. When I finally did cum, the crowd applauded. I'm sure they could hear my screams of ecstasy outside the car. I felt like I should get out of the car and take a bow. But Mike had not cum and he had no intention of not finishing. After I climaxed I had basically stopped fucking him and was just sitting with his hard cock resting inside of me filling my cunt. (There is that filthy word again but that is how I felt at the moment.)

Mike, his hand already on my hips, squeezed me and rolled me face down onto the back seat. My head was jammed between the seat and the door jam. He was still inside of me only now he had me in a doggie position. As this was my favorite position, I wouldn't need Lisa's help to make me cum. But now my audience would see Mike instead of me. As he started to thrust that made me sad. But the pleasure of his cock soon overrode any worry about not being seen. Plus I knew that was their thing, although I doubted the crowd would last very long watching the top half of Mike's body as he fucked me. Maybe if they could see everything, OK not maybe, they would stick around, but just seeing Mike's shoulders and a little chest probably wasn't that exciting. At least for the voyeurs. For me, I was perfectly fine being fucked like there was no tomorrow. I was building toward another climax and Mike was showing no signed of letting up his assault. That was an admirable quality. Lisa was very lucky. I couldn't see her but since she had stopped rubbing me, I assumed she was slumped down and rubbing herself. At least that was the vision I put in my head. I moaned that I was about to cum. I wanted to give Mike fair warning because I assumed he was ready to pop and might be too excited when my pussy grabbed his cock not to pull out. Of course he had never told me he was going to pull out and I briefly had a vision of him giving me a creampie. But while I should have been worried (I'm not on the pill and he was bareback) I had a second vision of being a kept sex slave by these two who used me to breed their children so Lisa would not lose her perfect figure.

I don't know where that came from as I've never thought of it before, but it triggered my climax. My pussy clamped down on his cock and I even think I yelled "cum in me you stallion." That too was way out of my norm. I'd never called a lover stallion in my life. But his level of control was amazing. I did feel him pull out, but instead of feeling the anticipated splatter of hot jizz on my ass and back, I felt his cock head pushing against my browneye. 

A week ago that would have warranted a slap to his face from me and would result in me breaking up with him. But that was then and this was now. Now Mistress' training was going to benefit him the same way it had benefitted his girlfriend. I instantaneously began to relax and he popped right into my ass. My pussy juice provided plenty of lubricant as he picked up the pace and started pounding by back door. 

I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit. I'd like to tell you he had enough stamina to have lasted long enough for me to cum again, but I can't. I wish I could tell you some other guy had opened the door and fed me his cock while Mike defiled my backdoor. Alas, the tightness and taboo of my ass (I later learned Lisa really wasn't into getting fuck there, which is a shame as good as her man feels) was too much for him. I was getting close, but before I could climax again, he filled my bowel with what felt like a gallon of cum. I knew that wasn't really the case, but he did fill me. I kept rubbing my clit and I managed a less exciting third orgasm now that he had pulled out. The cum dripping out of my ass was nasty and Lisa would later make me lick it off the seat, but overall I had to rate my first solo experience with the couple an A+.

The pair dressed again and got in the front seat. They looked 100% normal as they drove out of the theater. My own used and naked body remained safely hidden in the back seat. They wouldn't tell me anything about the club we were headed to so we could meet back up with Cecilia. They did allow me to masturbate all the way there and Lisa let me borrow her cell phone to call my Mistress right before I climaxed again. Cecilia was mad that I'd cum without calling when Mike fucked me. She also reminded me I didn't ask permission in her car. I'm sure that earned me a punishment. As we arrived, Lisa gave me a pair of leather cuffs. She told me to put them on with my hands in front of me. She also handed me a leash to clip to my collar. I'd forgotten I was wearing one. 

Based on the sign, the club looked like it was bondage themed. Mike assured me it was more of a general fetish club. As exhibitionists they fit in fine although walking in cuffed, collared and naked would not put me outside the norm either. Well the naked part when arriving would be strange, but he assured me plenty of people ended up naked later in the night. Lisa then explained that it was a private club. She told me that I should tell the bouncer I was with Cecilia as her guest. They would stay enough behind me so as not to be assumed to be with me, but if there were any problems, they would claim me as their own guest. Cecilia would meet us by the booths on the other side of the dance floor. I was instructed to find her on my own. 

This is how I found myself walking naked and bound from the parking lot to a strange club I'd never heard of before. At least with my hands in front of me, I could grab the door handle. Mike and Lisa were right about the bouncer. He didn't seem shocked by my story that I was to meet Mistress Cecilia and that I obviously didn't have a membership card (or anything else) on me at the moment. He did push me face first against the wall for a "security pat down" to make sure I wasn't sneaking any contraband into the club. I'm sure that was just an excuse to fondle me and stick a finger in my pussy to make sure I was clean. I imagine he wanted to finger my ass as well, but Mike's dripping cum probably kept him away. With the bouncer's blessing and a spank on my ass, I was ushered into the club. The front room was dark with a large bar and pleather horseshoe shaped booths surrounding a small dance floor. On the fourth side was a small stage and a DJ. The music wasn't too loud and the dance floor was not too crowded. There were a few couples and a couple single women. One was naked and looked like she was making eye contact with a man sitting alone at one of the booths. The other were either in leather, latex or dressed normally like Lisa and Mike.

I scanned the booths and finally saw Mistress and Jacqui. I proudly walked across the dance floor to reach them as quickly as I could. Mistress smiled at me and told me to sit down. I was on the outside of the booth. That offered no protection from prying eyes, but I wasn't worried about it. I felt safe in her presence. Mike and Lisa soon joined us. They had a tray of drinks from the bar. Mike slid in first and settled next to Jacqui. Lisa was on the other end of the booth facing me. She still seemed worn out from my oral efforts at the drive-in. Mistress raised her glass and made a toast.

"To friends, new and old."

We all agreed and took a sip. The next hour or so was an eye opener for me. I had sort of known about this fetish subculture existing, but now that I was sitting in a club where it was "normal" it really brought into focus that everyone around me were just everyday people. Sure some liked dressing in strange costumes or occasionally nothing at all. Some, like me, obviously liked giving control to someone else. I saw both male and female subs under control of both men and women. Seeing a muscular male sub surprised me because I had not considered a big strong guy as wanting to give up control. I saw beautiful women under the control of nerdy looking guys. That was even more shocking. One woman looked like she was a model yet she followed this dorky looking guy like an obedient puppy.

The club was divided into two sections. We were in the front, which was more for socializing and being seen. There was also a back section. Mistress explained there were private rooms for more intimate activities. I asked her if she planned to take me back there. She gave me a wry smile and said, "maybe." Then she added, "but not yet."

The five of us chatted at the booth. It was my job to get the drinks after the first round provided my Lisa and Mike. I think they all liked trying to embarrass me by sending me to the bar. The first trip was a little unnerving since I had no cash, but once the bartender explained that he would put it on Cecilia's tab, I stopped being nervous. Besides the bartender was cute and I liked the way he looked at my tits.

The club wasn't too crowded when we arrived but things picked up as it got later. Friends of my Mistress began to drift over to meet her new acquisition as more than one person called me. I was sent out to dance with a couple of her friends including one couple who felt the need to sandwich me between themselves. I will not lie. I enjoyed that. I also enjoyed her other friends, both male and female, who seemed to feel free to fondle me on the dance floor. The guys seemed to prefer pressing up against my back with a slow grind while they reached around to play with my boobs. The women seemed more confident. If it was a slow song they preferred wrapping one hand around my neck to hold me tight while there other hand rubbed my pussy. One of Mistress' friends, a stunning black woman named Sapphire, was more bold and slid three fingers into my pussy while holding me in an iron grip so I couldn't escape. I'm not sure if her goal was to make me cum or just to prove her superiority by displaying how easily she could manipulate me. By the end of the song I was panting. When she returned me to Cecilia, she said "we'll have to exchange slaves some weekend." My Mistress agreed that was a fine idea.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 04



I was nervous as I approached the bedroom door. What did Cecilia mean by "her day job?" How was I going to help her? Was her guest from the night before still here? I took a deep breath and turned the knob. I was not prepared for what I saw. Mistress has a man cuffed bent over the pommel horse. He was naked, naturally, except for a leather mask covering his face. He also had a very firm erection.

"Ah pet," she announced. "Just in time."

The man squirmed and pulled against his bonds. I stood still taking it all in.

"This worthless piece of shit pays me to beat and fuck his ass almost week," Cecilia began to explain to me. "I thought it would be more humiliating if you helped this week. When I told him he started to freak out. Lesson for you. If you ever find yourself in this situation like this, bind your sub first. Eventually he calmed down and offered to pay extra if I would give him the mask to protect his identity."

Mistress gave him a hard slap against his buttocks.

"Much like you slut, mister "I can't let her see me" sissy boy is a professional. He gets paid big bucks to make decisions and argue. But on the weekends he pays me handsomely to treat him like the piece of shit he really is and make him pay for screwing people during the week. Isn't that right tiny dick?"

Mistress punctuated her question with a punch between his legs hitting him in the balls. I watched his body tense and heard him howl behind the mask. I didn't think his dick was tiny, but I guess her describing it that was part of his humiliation.

"What's that pussy?" she yelled. "I can't hear you."

She punched his sack again. Amazingly his cock was twitching. He obviously liked it and I wondered if he was going to cum. I looked at her and waved my hand toward the door. I then walked that way hoping she would follow. Thankfully she did. When she shut the door I told her what was on my mind.

"I don't think I can do this?" I told her.

"Do what?" she asked.

"You punched that guy's balls. That's not sexy. That's sick."

"He loves it. He's a piece of crap lawyer. One of the best in town. He has a reputation as a real ball breaker. But behind closed doors, he's a wimp."

Needless to say, I didn't like her description of his profession. I had thought I would tell her today that I was a lawyer, but now I didn't think I could. If he was such a hotshot attorney I probably knew him or at least had heard his name. I was thankful he was wearing a hood. I didn't need to know who he was any more than he needed to know who I was. If his secret ever did become public, I didn't want to be involved. She could sense I was conflicted. 

"What's wrong baby?" she asked. "You enjoy me punishing you and so does he. It's just he gets off on different things."

I paused for a while thinking. Then I came out and said it. "I'm a lawyer too."

I didn't elaborate. I had no clue how she would react. I just stood there.

"OK," she said. "I knew you were some kind of professional. You have class. You stood out like a sore thumb the first day in the store. That's how I knew you had some kinky desires I could exploit. Now let's beat this guy's ass."

"He can't know who I am," I told her.

"No problem," she replied. "Just follow my lead."

Back in the room Mistress slapped his ass again. "Miss us yet, bitch?" Again he shook against his bonds. "Mistress Summer is a friend of mine," she announced. I appreciated that she didn't use my real name. "She's going to help me today. She thinks it is funny that a powerful lawyer like you will beg for mercy before we're done with you."

I could only imagine how humiliating this would be for him. I knew how humiliating it was when I was in his position. 

Cecilia kept explaining all this guy's fetishes and telling me what got him off. He was married but his wife was too vanilla to keep him happy. On Sundays he would tell her he was going to the bar to watch football but he would come here for his "weekly therapy" as she described it. She then described to him how I spent all day yesterday and last night fucking and how I'd be a much better match for him than his mousey housewife. It was kind of tearing me up listening to how she verbally abused him, but judging from his hard on, it was exactly what he wanted. She then told me to grab a surgical mask out of the armoire. I must admit was intrigued by that request.

Like the inexperienced person I was, I stood next to Cecilia holding the surgical mask while she spanked him. She seemed irritated that she had to told me to wipe the inside with my pussy juice. She was right that I was wet from just wearing the corset and standing next to her (beating the guy wasn't doing anything for me) but how was I suppose to know that was what she wanted me to do? After I got it good and stinky, I wasn't surprised when she pointed to his head. 

His mask was similar to the one I wore before with just a nose hole to allow him to breath. I had enough sense to understand she wanted me to put the scented cloth over his nose.

"Breath deeply shithead. Learn the scent of Mistress Summer. You're going to make her cum before I send you home to your wife," Cecilia instructed him. I creamed a little at the thought of him pleasuring me.

Looking at me Mistress then asked, "Have you ever milked a prostate?"

I wasn't even sure what that meant so I am guessing the answer was no. I shook my head instead of letting him hear my voice. 

"Put on some gloves and grab some lube," she told me.

I grabbed a pair of latex gloves and slid them on. Mistress poured some lube on my finger tips and then spread some on his butthole. She then waved me over to him and pointed at his ass.

"Start with one finger and slide it in. He's done this before so don't worry about hurting him. He found out during his physical how much he likes his prostate stimulated. Unfortunately he got a hard on with his doctor's finger up his ass. I imagine that was rather embarrassing wasn't it slave?"

I heard the man grunt. I pushed my finger gently against his rosebud. I was surprised his ass opened up easier than mine. 

"Get in there nice and deep," Mistress told me. "You'll know when you hit his happy spot."

A groan from the man indicated I'd found my target.

"Add a couple more fingers while I get a cup," she told me. I followed her instructions.

I made a mental note to research online prostate milking when I got the chance because his reaction to my invading fingers was amazing. Although nobody was touching his dick and it wasn't fully hard, soon after Cecilia put a coffee mug under his cock, cum started dribbling out of it. He wasn't having a violent shooting orgasm, like I was accustomed to men having, but instead it was a slow, continuous process. He was moaning as if he was in pain, but his cum kept dripping. I theorized that without the big release of a regular orgasm, being forced to cum this way might be more painful. But I wasn't sure. I wanted to find out though. 

Eventually he stopped dribbling cum into Mistress' cup. She told me to stop fingering him so I pulled my hand back and threw away the gloves. She put the cup on the table and explained that he would drink it before he left. That was a wicked idea to me. I'd gobbled more than my share of cum this weekend, but it seemed extra nasty to have a guy drink his own. I was sort of daydreaming about it and missed the fact that Mistress had greased up her strap-on. I snapped back to reality when she spoke to me.

"I'd like to fuck you," she told me, "but he's short on time."

I didn't understand why she couldn't fuck me later, but maybe she was just talking about wanting to fuck me then so he could hear her. Either way, she asked her slave if he was ready to get fucked. The sound coming out of his mask was not recognizable as a word, it was a mumble, but I got the sense he answered in the affirmative. Obviously Mistress thought that too as she advanced on him and pressed the head of her dildo against his asshole.

"He's got some bi fantasies, but is scared to act on them because of his professional status. One of these days I'll get some gay bear to take his ass properly." With that I saw her push.

It was obvious he enjoyed being pegged. It was equally obvious this wasn't the first time. His cock stiffened and subdued sounds of pleasure emanated from under the mask.

"Go ahead and suck his cock," Cecilia told me. I got down on the floor and twisted between his legs.

"I know I don't touch your cock, worm," my Mistress told him. "But Summer loves to suck guys so I hope you don't mind." She was right of course, but she didn't give me this command to be nice to me. I didn't know it then, but I later found out that after he is milked, his cock becomes hyper-sensitive. While I thought I was giving him pleasure, I was actually mixing torture of his cock with Mistress' pegging pleasure.

He dribbled a few more drops of cum into my mouth as Mistress rammed his ass. But he never had the explosive orgasm I was hoping would fill my mouth. I'm not sure how long I knelt there, but apparently his session was wrapping up and Mistress pulled out of his ass and told me to stand up. She gave him an appreciative slap on the ass like a rider would give a horse. She then waved me back into the living room. Her strap-on dangled in front of her and I wanted to suck it even though it had just been in his ass. But that wasn't her plan.

"You've had a lot to think about today," she told me. "You experienced a lot this weekend."

I nodded.

"I want you to go home now," she continued. "Wear the corset. I'll get you some panties. Since you confessed you are a lawyer, I imagine you have some of the same issues as Mr. Gaping Asshole in there. Think about how willing you are to continue serving me. If you can't or don't want to, that is fine. We had a great weekend. No harm, no foul and your identity remains a secret. If you want to continue your position beneath me, we will start your formal training. You can do what you want the rest of the day. Just remember no orgasms without permission."

Then with a wink, she added, "If you need to cum, you can call and beg for permission. I might just let you get yourself off if I can hear it."

I was a little confused and felt rejected since she gave me an out (I could quit her) but also reinforced her command not to orgasm without her authorization. That certainly put me in a position of being her sub. I just nodded. She went back into the bedroom and got a pair of panties. I slipped them on and walked out of the loft as she walked back to the bedroom to untie her victim and make him drink his own cum. I was a mess of emotions. I began walking down the stairs. As I passed Pete's photo studio I wondered if he was still there. I had enjoyed fucking him and thought he might want a repeat performance or would like to photograph me in the beautiful corset I was wearing. I knocked on his door, but there was no answer. I continued down the stairs.

When I saw Lisa and Mike's door I was again tempted to knock. Certainly they would want to play with me. I began walking slower down the steps as I thought about what I could say to them. Fortunately I didn't have to make the decision to knock. The door opened and a surprised Lisa, who was carrying a very full laundry basket, almost ran into me.

"Hey baby," she called out to me. "You were great yesterday. I loved playing with you."

"I enjoyed you and Mike as well," I told her. "Can we party more today?"

She looked down at her basket. "Not today sweetie," she told me. "I've got too much to do yet this weekend."

I did get to watch her ass as she walked down the two flights of stairs in front of me. Unfortunately that just made me hornier. Although my drive home was short, it gave me more time to think about what had happened the last two days. Do I have to tell you my pussy was leaking by the time I walked in my front door or did you correctly just assume it was demanding attention?

I took off the corset and then took a long bath trying to take my mind off Cecilia and the problems my behavior was causing me at work. After my bath I put on my unsexiest sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Then I did laundry, cleaned the house, shopped for groceries, took out the garbage and anything else I could do to not think about my problems. I tried, but it didn't work. I was still horny as hell and once I ran out of busy work I found myself naked on my bed with my fingers in my pussy. It was obvious my body was not ready to give up Cecilia, even if my mind told me to run fast and run far.

I was worried if I didn't stop playing with myself and call my Mistress quickly for her blessing that I wouldn't be able to stop before I climaxed. Unfortunately she didn't pick up her cell phone. That frustrated me. Yesterday she had given me permission to cum as much as I wanted (a lot obviously) as long as I left her a voicemail at them moment of ecstasy. But based on what she told me when I left her earlier, I had the sense that I needed to actually talk to her and get her explicit permission this time. Reluctantly I pulled my fingers away from my pussy, got out of bed and put my sweats back on.

I tried to busy myself around the house, but it really wasn't distracting myself the way I had hoped. I considered going to the bookstore to see if she was working today or to go to Jacqui's store, but I doubt I would have survived without getting myself off in a booth or the theater. In the end I fired up my computer to send Mistress an email. I told her I wanted to be her sub and I begged in a method I thought she would like for permission to climax. I told her this afternoon of being in limbo not sure of if I belonged to her was driving me crazy. I pledged myself to her and whatever she wanted me to do. Then I sat and waited. And waited. I hoped she would get the email on her phone and reply quickly. But she didn't.

I stared at my laptop screen waiting for Cecilia's reply. The longer I waited, the more I felt like crying. My arousal had begun to fade and I wondered if I'd waited too long to give myself to her. Perhaps she wanted me to tell her right away when she gave me the option of quitting that I belonged to her. Or maybe she wanted my loyalty by the time I got home, not four hours later. I felt like I had screwed everything up. First I probably ruined my career and now I may have ruined the most exciting relationship I have ever had. I felt emotionally crushed.

But it is funny how fast things can change with the sound of your computer beeping when an email arrives. Especially when the email is from the right person. Cecilia's email was short and to the point. She told me to get naked and call her on Skype. I guess maybe I had not screwed everything up after all.

When Skype connected and I saw her webcam my mouth began to water. OK, I was drooling at the sight of Mistress still dressed in her corset, although she had removed the strap-on. She told me to lean back in my chair and put my legs on my desk. I didn't have to be told to spread my legs, although I'm sure the stretch move I did to move my laptop screen so my webcam had a view of my pussy was less than graceful. After I got comfortable (her definition not mine) she ordered me to play with my nipples while she quizzed me about my devotion to her. 

While stimulating my nipples was always a turn-on for me, I wished she let me play with my pussy. She must have know how much I wanted to cum, but that pleasure was not on her schedule. At least not yet. I knew how much she liked to tease me and use my desire to orgasm to prove she was in complete control of me emotionally and physically. Therefore I knew exactly what she was doing as my need for release was displayed in HD glory on her screen. I hated her for making me wait. But I also loved her too because I knew when my eventual satisfaction occurred, my orgasm would be soul crushing. 

Beyond making me beg, plead and pledge my undying love for her, she also tormented me by calling me her slut, whore and juicemop. I'm not even sure exactly what that last one meant, but I'm sure it had to do with the affection I had for her pussy fluids. She commented that she could see how juicy my labia was, even though she wouldn't let me touch it and she made me promise to lick her ass and drink her piss. Then she made me promise to do the same for Jacqui or anyone else she chose to give me to. I didn't like the "or give me to" phrase, but I pledged it anyway. She had already given me to three guys to fuck me over the weekend, had me suck off countless more and made me secretly eat the pussy of my firm's receptionist. I was way past setting limits at this point and I would have agreed to anything in order to hear her hypnotic voice tell me I was allowed to cum. 

She knew it too.

Eventually she tired of teasing me. Perhaps she had another toy on ice and needed to get back to him/her, but she told me I could climax if I agreed to complete a task tonight. Immediately I agreed, but she cautioned me not to commit myself too hastily. I told her it didn't matter. She told me to lightly rub my clit. I understood that to mean just hard enough to put me on the edge, but not to go over. I'm sure she could see the agony on my face as I struggled not to climax. She described her challenge. If I accepted, I'd earn the privilege of orgasming on camera for her. If I refused, I had to stop and would not be allowed to cum at all. She was a wicked Mistress and my formal training had obviously begun. 

The task was simple, although the details made it a little complex. I wasn't surprised she wanted me to go out and find a guy to fuck. Heck, that didn't even really bother me. I knew once I came for her, I'd be ready for some dick. I was already thinking about finding an out of the way (where the odds of me being recognized were low) sports bar where some hunky guys would be watching Sunday Night Football. Since I'd been fucked in a car not even 24 hours ago I was confident Mistress had that in mind. But as usual, I was wrong in my prediction. I was to find a nerdy guy. And not just a nerdy guy, but one who probably had never gotten lucky before and certainly not with a piece of "grade-A ass" as Mistress described me.

She explained she had used this challenge with Jacqui and that her conquest lied about being a virgin so she had dropped that requirement, although she expected that if I could find one I should. Cecilia did not put any restrictions on where to find this boy I was to make a man, just that he had to be over 18 and that I was to call her back on Skype during the act. That last qualification worried me. I had become accustomed to having Mistress on the phone when I climaxed. Heck I was obscenely masturbating on camera right then and she could have been recording me for all I knew. But if I was to seduce some innocent kid, how would he react? What would happen if I failed the challenge?

I was worried that I would fail her and not complete her task, but my need to orgasm was overwhelming so of course I accepted her terms. And of course she told me to finger myself and rub my clit harder. And then she asked me to repeat the details of the task. And then to agree to her terms again. And then to pledge myself to her has her slave, again. I was lost in a haze of lust. I imagined her showing this video to her friends and having them all laugh at my weakness as I begged to cum. I imagined them all congratulating her on another fine acquisition and then having Mistress offer my services to her friends in exchange for being served by their own subs. I was dangerously close to orgasming without permission as I saw in my mind Mistress auctioning off my sexual favors trying to get the best price in human flesh to satisfy her own carnal cravings.

My eyes were shut and my body was shaking as I tried not to cum. I thought I heard her give me permission, but I wasn't sure. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me in the video window. I begged once more, "Please Mistress. Let your humble and worthless slave cum for you!" She nodded. I exploded.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 04



My eyes squeezed tightly shut as fireworks detonated in my brain. I jammed three fingers into my sopping pussy as I continued to frig my clit like a madwoman possessed. My body shook in my chair and my legs fell from the desk. My tits were jiggling and for a few moments, my lust was satisfied. I'm surprised I didn't fall off the chair.

When I came to my senses she was gone, but there was another email from her waiting for me. She must have typed it before we started our chat. I guess when it comes to my submission I have become predictable. The email detailed not only how I was to dress and what position I was to convince my new partner to fuck me (that wouldn't be hard) but also when to Skype her and how to hold the camera. I was still worried about that, but Mistress said not to connect until after he was already inside of me and that no guy would pull out over being filmed. She also had a lengthy paragraph detailing her joy at my accepting my place at her feet. She spoke of how she looked forward to my training and how she could help me with my ethics problems at the office. In my post orgasmic glow I felt safe that she could really solve my problems. I stayed in the chair looking at her webcam showing her empty chair for a few more minutes as my heartbeat returned to normal. Then I reread what I was to wear and finally pealed myself off the chair. I would have liked to take another shower. But that was expressly forbidden. She wanted me smelling of sex even before I found my nerd. I was also forbidden to wear underwear. There was a method to her madness. My pussy, although temporarily sated, was still soaked and I doubted it would be much drier until after I completed her task. Similarly no matter what blouse I chose (instructions were to choose a white silk top) my nipples were going to be on permanent display. A short black skirt no more than two inches below the garter belt snap holding up black stockings and my requisite four inch heels completed my outfit. 

Mistress called this elegant slut. From a distance I would look professional, but up close my nipples and arousal scent would give me away. And of course I couldn't bend over much and would have to be careful when sitting not to show my garters or wet beaver. Cecilia certainly can be cruel, but I loved it. Now I just had to figure out where to find a nerd. I also had to figure out how to seduce one. Well, maybe that part would not be so hard.

I am a fan of The Big Bang Theory so my first thought was to find a comic book store. Of course if I walked in dress as I was I'd probably scare them off, lol. I did actually do a Google search for comic book stores in my area, but the only one closed early on Sunday. Then it hit me. There was a university a couple towns away. That would be a good place to find my nerd cock and it was far enough away that I would be accidentally recognized. 

I had to drive to campus with my skirt up and my ass on my leather seats to prevent my skirt from getting a wet spot. Needless to say the closer I got to campus the more aroused I became and the wetter my pussy turn out to be in anticipation. At first I thought about going to the library. Where better to find a nerd. But just like the comic book store, the library closed early on Sunday. I thought about going to the field house as certainly it would be open, but then again I'd only find jocks there and Mistress would be sure to notice when I called her. Finally I decided on the student union. Granted, on Sunday night the pickings would probably be slim, but I figured it would be my best bet.

There were not too many students milling around that night. There were a few in the rec center, but they all looked decidedly unnerdlike. There were a couple guys I saw that might pass the test on a cell phone Skype session, but it was questionable whether they qualified and I really didn't want to risk failing Mistress' instructions. At least not yet. If I got desperate one of them would have to do. I definitely felt out of place because of my age and the way I was dressed. None of the young women were dressed as formally as I was and I'm sure none of their pussies were leaking either. I also didn't see anybody with their nipples threatening to pop through their blouse. But I digress.

I was starting to think I'd have to find another place to find my mark. Maybe a Starbucks, although I couldn't remember ever seeing any guys like I was seeking hanging out there. I was getting frustrated, bother literally and figuratively, when I finally saw him. He was perfect and he was alone. Sitting off to the side on a bench, he was reading a thick textbook. I didn't even care what subject he was studying. He was going to have to do. Fortunately, except for the thick glasses, be wasn't bad looking. He wasn't my type, but at that moment it didn't matter.

I walked up to him and he looked up at me. I imagine he thought I was a professor, although I'm sure even a professor would not be dressed so formally. I wasn't sure what to say so I stayed silent. So did he. I could tell he was nervous. He looked down unable to look me in the eyes. I took a deep breath. It was now or never. I held out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Susan," I told him. He didn't react immediately, but soon raised his hand and shook mine. "Billy," he said. 

I almost asked him if I could sit down, but I figured it would just freak him out more so I just did it. Now his eyes were focused on my stocking covered legs. I didn't bother pulling down my skirt allowing him to see a couple extra inches of thigh as I crossed my legs. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what to say. Maybe I should have tried some suave seduction technique, but I couldn't figure one out so I just told him the truth.

"Billy," I began. "My mistress has ordered me to fuck a college student." OK, I lied a little bit but I didn't want him getting mad that I called him a nerd. "Will you help me?"

The look on his face was precious. I suppose guys on the football and basketball teams have women throwing themselves at them all the time, but I'm sure I was a first for this kid. He was no dummy though. He asked if this was a trick. "Did Sean put you up to this?" he asked me. "I don't know Sean," I replied. He thought for a few moments.

"Beautiful women don't just offer themselves to me. What's the catch?" he asked. Before I could answer he added, "Are you a hooker?"

That took me by surprise and now it was my turn to stammer a bit. "Are you a cop?" he questioned me further. "Because if you are and you lie about it any evidence you get is inadmissible."

I gave the kid credit. He wasn't stupid. "No I am not a hooker and I am not a cop," I told him. "Seriously, I just need to fuck someone and you were in the right place at the right time."

"Your Mistress told you to do this?" he asked. 

"Yes, Mistress Cecilia," I replied. "And she wants to watch on Skype."

I probably should not have told him that because it might have scared him off, but I figured I had already told him about Cecilia so I should tell him the rest. 

"I don't believe you. This is a scam," he said.

"I'm not a scam," I told him. "I just want you to fuck me."

"What about sucking my dick?" he asked.

"Sure," I responded. "I'll suck your cock and get you nice and hard. Then you can fuck me and you can shoot your load on my face, my breasts or down my throat."

That made him smile. I think he was starting to believe me.

"Show me your tits," he said emphatically.

I guess he was testing me because if I was playing a trick on him I probably wouldn't flash him. But I was desperate for him to believe me. I didn't want to start looking for someone else. I looked around to see if there was anybody else who could see us. Fortunately his study corner was fairly isolated, so I pulled my blouse up out of the top of my skirt. Then I looked around again. Satisfied I wouldn't get busted, I lifted my shirt. I'm pretty sure he expected me to be wearing a bra, but there my girls were in all their glory exposed to his gaze. He was speechless. I let him get a good look for about 5 seconds and then dropped my blouse.

"Stop drooling, Billy. They're real and I'm real. I'm horny and I need your cock. Can we go somewhere more private?"

I could tell he was still in shock having just been flashed. He may have never seen boobs in the flesh before for all I knew. I decided to move in for the kill. I took his hand in mine and slid it under my skirt. I used his hand to stroke my labia and let him feel my wetness. I let go of his hand, but I didn't make him remove it. I would have been happy if he had the nerve to finger fuck me, but he just moved his now wet digits up and down slowly.

"You can tell I'm not lying. I really want to fuck you," I told him. Then I reached for his crotch where is hardening cock was straining against his jeans. "And I can tell you want to fuck me. Don't you want to slide this nice hard cock into my hot wet pussy?"

I could tell I was making the kid super nervous. "Come on," I said. "I'll give you a story to tell your friends. Is there anywhere around here we can be in private?"

I wasn't expecting him to tell me that we could go to his dorm room. I was thinking more of some kind of utility closet or something, but I found the idea of going back to his place exciting. I did ask about his roommate but he told me that his roommate, Sean, was over at his girlfriend's room studying. Being the naughty girl I had become I briefly was disappointed that Sean wouldn't be there, but banging roommates wasn't Mistress' task so I pulled Billy's hand out from under my skirt and said "let's go."

We ended up walking back to the dorm because it was close. I felt like his older sister getting a tour of the campus as we walked back to his large apartment building looking dorm. There were a number of students, both male and female, milling about in the lobby. Billy explained it was a co-ed dorm separated by floor. Odd numbers were for guys and even numbers for girls. His room was on the 5th floor. I could feel the eyes of the other guys on his floor looking at me as we passed them in the hallway. I'm sure they were all wondering who I was and why I was holding Billy's hand. My clearly visible nipples may have had something to do with it as well.

Once inside his room Billy once again asked if this was some kind of setup. I tried to reassure him that it wasn't and asked him to sit down on his bed. I then quickly stripped and carefully laid my blouse and skirt on his desk. I stood before him just wearing my stockings and heels. Then I moved over to him and straddled him. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, although now that I was sitting on him he could not release it. I pulled his head against my breasts smothering him for a few seconds.

"As you can see, I have no secret microphone or camera. I do have my phone and I will need to call my Mistress before I cum. You are going to help me cum aren't you Billy?" I pulled his head back a bit so he could respond, but instead he just took my right nipple in his mouth and started sucking. I think he understood his role.

I let him worship my nipples for a few minutes. I could feel his cock twitching in his pants. I was concerned he was going to blow his load in his underwear. When I asked him about that possibility he just groaned.

"I really need to let my Mistress see you fuck me," I told him. "If you cum in your pants how long will it be until you can get hard again?"

Fortunately he said, "not long." One thing I remembered about being in college was the boys might cum too quickly, but they were always ready for another round. I stood up and then dropped to my knees in front of him. As I reached for his belt and then unzipped his jeans, I told him, "as long as you can get hard again, I'm not going to waste your cum in your pants."

His cock popped free from his with little effort. The head of his cock was already swollen and angry looking. I knew I was just in time as I speedily took him in my mouth. Again he moaned and within 30 seconds I was gulping down a nice large salty mouthful of college boy goo. He was grinning like an idiot. He never confessed to being a virgin, but I bet that was the first blowjob he ever got, even if it didn't last very long. I grabbed his hand and helped him stand. I then went to my purse and grabbed my phone. I knelt back down in front of him and took a selfie with my mouth open next to his deflated cock. Evidence complete, I wasn't going to give him long to recover.

"When you get hard again you can fuck me," I told him. "Until then you can lick my pussy. If you want girls to suck your cock you need to learn to return the favor." I then sat down on his bed and spread my legs. I give Billy credit. He didn't hesitate or have to be told twice. He simply dropped to his knees and dove between my legs.

I knew mine was the first pussy he had tasted because he clearly did not know what he was doing. But I didn't mind. His job was to get me near peak so when he did get hard again, he would feel the pleasure of having me cum on his cock. I did my best to cheer him on figuring a little verbal encouragement would get him hard quicker. He licked my pussy for about ten minutes before his cock started to stir again. When I noticed, I told him to stop eating me and to let me feast on his cock again. I wanted him to know the pleasure of a proper suck job and not just what it felt like to blow is load in my mouth. Needless to say, he appreciated my effort and within a few minutes was hard enough to give me what I really wanted. 

He popped out of my mouth and was ready to take aim at my pussy when I told him to slow down for a moment. The look on his face was priceless. I think he thought the big trick was about to come down on him. Instead I grabbed his cock with my right hand and started stroking. With my left hand I fired up Skype on my phone and hit the speed connection for my Mistress. Part of me was surprised when she picked up. But I think she was more surprised that I had gone out and picked up a guy. When I turned the phone to show Billy to her (and a shot of me stroking his cock) I think she was pleased that my choice really fit her task. She didn't speak to me though. She spoke to Billy.

"Are you ready to fuck my slut?" she asked him.

"If she'll let go of my dick," he replied.

"Bend her over your desk and have fun," my Mistress told him. "Susan, hold your phone in front of you so I can watch your face."

Billy pulled me up this time and quickly positioned me as Mistress had suggested. I think he didn't waste time in case something went wrong. He fumbled a bit positioning his cock, but when he got the tip inside of me, I thrust back helping him bury his tool in my dripping box. We both moaned in unison.

"You lean forward and hold still," Mistress commanded me. "Just let him fuck you."

Billy had to move forward a bit to keep from falling out, but he soon built up a good pace giving me nice deep strokes. Mistress enjoyed seeing the pleasure on my face as Billy took his enjoyment from me. I only hoped he would last long enough to make me cum. Normally I would have reached between my legs to finger my clit, but Mistress did not give me that option. I was getting a little stimulation from the edge of the desk. If Billy lasted long enough that would be enough to get me home. Mistress was encouraging him to fuck me harder. While I appreciated that, I was worried that would make him cum to quickly. I began to hump the edge of the desk. I hoped Mistress would not notice the camera shaking too much.

I was getting close, but Billy was closer. I give him credit. He had enough control to announce he was going to cum and not just do it. Mistress yelled for him to pull out and cum on my face. I had just begun to get lost in my pre-orgasmic haze as he spun me round and pushed on my shoulders. Of course I didn't resist. I reached for his cock to jack him off, but he was already doing that at a furious pace. I realized my hand would just block his ejaculate so I dropped it just in time to miss load number two flying at me. It was a smaller load than the one he dumped down my throat, but it was hot and sticky all the same. I began rubbing my clit in earnest hoping to cum for her. I'm not sure Mistress saw a live feed of him spraying me, but I quickly showed her the results. She was pleased. Billy's roommate was confused. We both turned to look at the door when we heard Sean exclaim, "What the fuck?"

I expected Billy to fall into his shy pattern he had exhibited before, but maybe now that he had used me he was past that. "Hi Sean," he said as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Meet Susan and on her phone, her Mistress." Sean repeated his question. Mistress said, "I'll leave you to sort this out Susan. I have a friend I need to get back to in the playroom."

"I'm close Mistress," I cried out. "Can I cum?"

A deviant smile appeared on her face. "Do you like playing with yourself in front of these two boys?" she asked rhetorically. 

I was short of breath when I relied, "Yes, Mistress. You know I do."

"Then show them what a slut you are," she told me. "You look nasty covered in his cum."

My fingers were flying over my clit as I tried to hold the phone steady. "Yes, Mistress, I am your slut," I called out. "Thank you for ordering me to pick up a young guy." I didn't say nerd on purpose. I hope she understood why or missed the phrase completely. "Please Mistress," I begged. "I need to cum so badly. I love you Mistress. Please let me cum."

"You may cum now, pet," she told me. And cum I did. In front of the audience of three, although two were definitely more appreciative, I came hard. The boys were cheering. Mistress was just luxuriating in her control over me. Shockwaves were still coursing through me when I saw her click off from Skype leaving me alone with two horny boys. I needed to take control of this situation, but I couldn't stop rubbing myself just yet. I wanted to milk that orgasm as long as I could.

"Why are you back so early," Billy asked his roommate. 

"I was expecting to get something like this, but Emily shot me down again."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I wiped Billy's cum from my face.

"We've been dating for four weeks, but she won't go all the way. She'll squeeze my cock through my pants and let me touch her boobs through her shirt, but that's it. She just likes to tease me."

"Is she a virgin?" I asked him.

"No, she said she lost that in high school," he told me.

The wheels were turning in my head. Even though I had fulfilled Mistress' task, my first orgasm always makes me super horny for another. I could have just offered myself to Sean. I'm sure he was ready after his girlfriend teased him. I was pretty sure that would get Billy hard again. That would be a bonus. But my devious mind was working overtime and I wondered what kind of girl Emily was that she would squeeze this kid's dick, but then leave him hanging. I would have understood if she was a virgin and was just scared. But obviously there was something Sean wasn't giving her that made her resist. I wanted to find out what that was. Plus Sean seemed like a nice enough boy. Why shouldn't he be getting some from his girlfriend? Maybe I could make her jealous of me and that would benefit him.

"Would you like me to try and help?" I asked Sean. He looked confused. "Call her on the phone," I told him. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed her up.

"What are you doing?" Billy asked me.

"You've met her I assume," I responded to him. "Is she hot?"

"She's cute," he told me. He probably didn't want to compare her to the woman he just fucked. But I didn't really care about that. I heard Sean and Emily start talking.

"Yeah, I can't believe it. Billy had a woman here when I got home," he told her after some preliminary small talk. I could tell Emily wasn't believing it. I waved for him to hand me the phone.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 04



"Hi Emily," I said cheerily. "This is Susan. I just wanted to thank you for leaving Sean with such a nice hard on."

I tried not to sound sarcastic or catty. "Billy was great, but I need some more cock. Is it OK if I borrow Sean for a little while?" Before she answered I handed the phone back to Sean. I could hear Emily yelling. I waved him back toward me. He was about to hand me his phone again but I shook my head. I whispered in his ear, "Don't be mean, but be forceful that if she doesn't want you fucking me, she had better get over here."

Sean nodded and smiled. I wasn't sure he had it in him, but he said the line perfectly and immediately Emily stopped yelling. Soon after he hung up the call.

"She said she would think about it," he announced.

"That's a start," I told him. "How far away does she live?"

"Three floors up," he said with a snicker.

"Alright," I said. "Drop your pants and I'll suck you off for a while. If she is not here in ten minutes or so, you can fuck me." Then I looked back at Billy. "And if you can get hard again, I'll give you another round."

Both boys looked pleased. I can't say that I blamed them. I got down on my knees in front of Sean who was now sporting a very nice hard cock dangling in front of him. "Send her a text of this," I told him as I began to kiss the head. He did as he was told without arguing. I didn't know if that would close the sale or break them up, but, at that moment, I was more concerned with using his cock than their relationship.

His phone chirped quickly indicating she had responded. "She said fuck you," he announced. "Give her time," I told him between slurps.

Billy was busy wanking his cock trying to get hard again. I stopped long enough on Sean to tell them both to side down on the bed. That way I could stroke one of them while sucking the other. They seemed happy with the arrangement. Ten minutes came and went, but neither of them were concerned. They were enjoying themselves as was I. A few minutes later there was a timid knock on the door. I pulled my mouth off Billy's cock.

"Follow my lead. If all goes well she'll do you both from now on. Let her in, then come right back and sit down. Tell her she took too long," I told Sean. We had not discussed whether he wanted to share Emily with his roommate, but fuck it. I was feeling playful. He also didn't voice any objections. I put my mouth back down Billy's shaft.

I couldn't see her, but I could tell Emily's demeanor was less confrontational than she had been on the phone. Still, I'm sure she was rather surprised when Sean sat back down next to Billy and I reached over and grabbed his cock. I imagined Emily struggling to find the words and standing there slackjawed as Sean told her she took over ten minutes to come down. I figured I would add to the fun by telling her I really appreciated her sharing his cock while I lifted my head and switch to blowing her boyfriend.

I still wasn't sure exactly how this was going to play out or really what I should even do next. I mean, I was having fun and my pussy was dripping for some more action, but I didn't really have a plan past that point. I doubt Emily had a plan either, but her actions inspired me and set the rest of the party in motion. 

I heard her walking toward the bed, but I didn't stop sucking her man. I wanted to see what she was going to do. I figured she wouldn't hit me over the head or if she tried Billy and Sean would protect me. I don't know if she choreographed her motion to spank me and they let her on purpose or if they didn't see it coming, but she gave me a hard swat on the ass. Of course I loved that, although none of them would have known it.

"Get your slut mouth off him you skank," she yelled taking me by surprise. But instantly my mind formulated the plan I then put in action. I disengaged from their cocks and stood up spinning around to face her. It turns out she was a petite thing, scarcely five feet tall. She had on a college sweatshirt and sweatpants. I felt my adrenaline surge. She was acting tough, but she wasn't expecting me to reach over and grab the back of her neck. I could see fear in her eyes. It was time to go for broke.

"Nobody spanks me but my Mistress," I hissed at her. "Now you teased poor Sean enough. It's time for you to pay the piper."

And with that I tugged on the back of her neck while simultaneously hitting the back of her knee with my foot. I didn't kick her hard. I just gave her enough to buckle her leg if she chose to resist. But she didn't. Like a good girl she just fell to her knees. I pulled her over to Sean who was perfectly happy to aim his cock for her mouth. Once she was latched on, I leg go of her neck and used both my hands to pull down her sweatpants. I was shocked to see she wasn't wearing any panties. To me that was an invitation to rub her pussy and find out if she was wet. I was pretty sure of the answer but I wanted to confirm my suspicion before announcing it to the boys.

"She isn't wearing panties and her pussy is dripping," I told them. "Either she was masturbating when you called or she is enjoying your cock more than she wants to admit. Or maybe both."

Emily grunted some kind of response. 

"But if you are going to spank someone, you should really make it count," I told the trio.

Nobody was holding Emily in position. I had expected Sean to grab her head after I let go of her neck, but apparently that wasn't necessary. 

"You really shouldn't tease your boyfriend," I told her before my first firm slap hit her right buttock. The sound alone told the story that my spanking was much more forceful than the one she threatened me with. I heard a muffled cry, but again she didn't lift her mouth off his cock or try to defend herself. I took that as approval to hit her left cheek. I couldn't be sure, but she seemed to be sucking him harder. I figured Billy needed to be brought in on the fun.

"There's another cock next to you that needs attention," I told her. "You're teasing him by just letting him watch."

I saw her hand reach out and search for his cock. Billy was kind enough to help her find it. I gave her five more swats on each cheek and took some time to fondle her pussy as well. I could tell she loved this treatment. I looked up at the boys. Sean was now getting a very vigorous hand job and looked like he was about to pop. I caught his eye and waved him over. Billy seemed content to have her blowing him. I figured he would last longer than Sean since he had already blown his first load on me. 

"She's ready for you," I told Sean, although I'm sure he already knew that. I use my hands to spread her inflamed butt cheeks and ease his entry into his rapidly slutified girlfriend. Emily mewed as she became skewered on his cock. Always one to help a woman in need, I reached below her and started rubbing her clit. I figured Sean would soon pop his nut so I tried to give her some satisfaction before that happened. I could tell she was getting close, but apparently that excitement (I'm sure she was squeezing his cock for all she was worth) was too much for him. At least he had the good sense to pull out and shoot on her reddened ass. She kept riding my finger trying to get off. I used my other hand to wave at Billy.

He had not dreamed of fucking one hot girl today and now he was about to have two. I'm not sure Emily even really noticed him pulling himself out of her mouth. I could tell she was laser focused on me rubbing her clit and wanting to get off. Sean was on the floor recovering from his orgasm and didn't say anything when Billy took his place impaling Emily. Her mouth now free from cock, her moan echoed off the cinder block walls. I kept rubbing her. Billy, freshly instructed on how to fuck a woman, was going to town on her. I wished he showed that much enthusiasm when he fucked me. But it was still nice to watch kind of like a sparrow leaving the nest as he found his confidence as a cocksman.

Emily was quite satisfied with his effort as well as the combination of his relentless pounding and my fingers on her clit finally brought her over the edge. Over the edge in a noisy, sweaty gooey mess. But that didn't slow down Billy. He kept slamming away at her pussy. I always liked to have my guy stop fucking me while I came so I could enjoy the rush and then have him start again. I didn't like him to fuck right through my orgasm because it confused my body. I don't think Emily had that problem. She was off like a rocket and Billy kept taking her higher. I couldn't take it any more. Watching the three of them (and rubbing her) had me needing to get myself off again. I jumped up and straddled her head bouncing my butt down on the bed. I don't think she even realized it was me in front of her until I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth onto my pussy. Whenever she realized she wasn't being fed cum coated cock and instead had sweet tasty pussy in her mouth didn't really matter. At least to me. What mattered was she only tried to pull back weakly. She had no conviction to her as I pulled her head against my dripping snatch. She happily began lapping at my sweet kitty cat.

Billy eventually slowed his pace. I don't think he could have kept up with the speed he had chosen. Emily was happily alternating between sucking my clit and licking my pussy. Sean recovered enough to snap a couple of pictures with his phone before Billy eventually pulled out and deposited his load on her back. Fortunately for me, Emily never slowed her service to my pussy. She kept merrily servicing me. Her eyes looked up at mine and I saw a dream state behind them. Sean was furiously pulling his pud and eventually got hard enough to have a second go at her. She did respond by thrusting back at him, but I got the impression she was more interested in making me cum than giving Sean a good ride. She seemed quite content on her knees kneeling before me.

Eventually I came. Who wouldn't with a cute co-ed sucking your pussy like her life depended on it? Emily, Sean and Billy kept pairing off in various combinations as I recovered and then dressed. I grabbed Sean's phone and forwarded the pictures he took of me to myself and to Mistress. I think I fulfilled her task better than either of us could have imagined. Needless to say I didn't think either Sean or Billy would have trouble with Emily being a tease ever again. Heck, if they told her they were inviting some other boys from the hall over to fuck her she probably would have agreed. I headed home happy and tired.

I managed to get a good night sleep. My lust was temporarily satisfied and I had a sense that everything with the bookstore case was going to work out. Mistress' promise to help me with Carol helped relax me too. I woke up refreshed, showered, and dressed, checked my email to see if Mistress sent me any instructions (she had not) and then headed to the office. Carol was the first person I saw. She was dressed conservatively and didn't give off a hint of the wild sex kitten I now knew her to be. Of course I didn't confront her about Saturday night. How could I possibly bring it up. I couldn't just say, "So Carol, how did you like eating my pussy from under the table? Want to come to my office and do it again?"

The first order of business on Monday mornings is always a staff meeting to layout what the week ahead would bring. Whenever somebody made eye contact with me I felt like they knew my secret, but that was just me being paranoid. The partners were glad that I had a meeting with the village later that morning telling me they hoped I could close the case by the afternoon so they could bill the client. I wanted it done today but for a totally more selfish reason.

The time finally came for the meeting with the village attorney. He was an older gentleman, fairly good shape with graying hair. After the initial pleasantries we got down to business. I made my case, strictly legal based on the village ordinances, and not getting into any moral discussions. I figured he would come more from a "blight on the community stance" although really only one of the three stores was that run down. And since it was in the industrial area, I didn't find that argument very persuasive. But then he hit me with it. "I know there is prostitution going on at the stores and we can't have that."

I knew there was the gloryhole action, which technically was prostitution, at least some of the time. I didn't think they charged all the time so at least part time it was just consenting adults having fun. Then again, I didn't know what went on behind closed doors. I decided to play ignorant and find out just how much he knew.

It turns out he didn't know that much. Lots of rumors, which I easily dismissed, but then he hit me with the big guns. He said he went undercover Saturday night and had experienced it for himself. I asked him for more details and it turned out he was there while I was enjoying myself and paid $40 for access to the booth. I must have sucked his cock. I had to think fast. It was the only real evidence the village had. But I had my doubts he would want too many details going public. So I did the only thing I could. I lied my ass off.

"So you paid $40 to get access to one of the video booths?" I asked him. 

"Yes," he told me. "But it was implied I'd have oral sex."

"Implied?" I asked him giving him my best quizzical look. The law didn't do implied very well. I think I could beat him on what he really paid for. He knew and I knew it was for a blowjob. But if he paid for access to the room and happened to get a knobber when he stuck his dick through the wall, well that was just a bonus.

"I see where you are going counselor," he said. He realized his mistaken phrasing. If he decided to push this point, he wouldn't use it next time. He would just say "$40 in exchange for oral sex." But I had one more trick up my sleeve. I wasn't proud to use it, but I had to look out for my client.

"So, just so we are both clear, you are saying you were promised that a guy would suck you off for $40?" I stated rhetorically.

"No," he said sounding annoyed that I would even bring that up. "It was a woman."

I prayed he wasn't the guy I fucked that night. "But you said there was a..." I checked my notes pretending I didn't know exactly what he had said. "You said you put your penis through a hole in the wall and somebody sucked you off. I think you called it a gloryhole. How do you know who was behind the wall. That's pretty damaging information."

I watched as all the color drained from his face. He suddenly realized two things and I'm not sure which was more upsetting. First off, a guy may have blown him. He was of an age who definitely would have been upset by that. Part of him wanted to tell him it actually had been me in the gloryhole and put him out of his misery. But that would have killed the case so I couldn't do that. 

The second thing he realized was that if the village pursued it, this information was going to become public. I had been careful not to directly threaten him, but he knew there would be press coverage if they shut the stores (sex sells on the news just like in advertising) and there was no way a juicy tidbit like a village official having sex related to his official duties wouldn't be a bigger story than the actual ordinance violations. I looked at his hand as he wrung them together nervously. Then I noticed him twisting his wedding band. He thought his little ploy to entrap the store would make him look good, but instead his wife would find out he had been with a gay hooker. This was getting too easy.

"Mr. Foreman is an outstanding member of the business community and does not wish to negotiate in the media," I said pressing my sudden advantage in the situation. "I expect to have a letter signed by the mayor and faxed apologizing for any inconvenience this investigation has caused and finding no basis to close Mr. Foreman's stores waiting for me at my office when I get back after lunch. Do we understand each other?"

I knew I'd have to tell Tom to be more careful about the gloryholes and whatever other activities might be bending the law. We'd gotten past this one because of a colossal blunder by the village attorney, but if Tom kept breaking the law, eventually he would get caught. He got lucky this time that my indiscretions had actually benefitted the case. But that wouldn't happen again. I thanked the village attorney and got out of there before he could make a counter offer. Now I just had to hope he could convince the mayor to drop the case.

I called Tom to give him the potentially good news. He asked me to meet him at his fancy store (where his main office was located) to discuss our next steps. I told him I would be right over. I was glad he picked his upscale store for our meeting. It was much nicer than the other two stores and seemed more legitimate. When I arrived the same two women were working the counter as the last time I was there. They also remembered me from the time I shopped there, although they seemed confused why I asked for Tom. Lisette, the older of the two in my estimation, led me back to the office and knocked on the door. When Tom said "Come it," she opened the door and announced me. Tom got up and walked to the door with his hand extended welcoming me into his office. I wanted to get right down to business.

I explained that I had met with the Village attorney and that he was convinced to drop any attempt to close the three stores. Tom was overjoyed. Then I had to break the bad news that the attorney still needed to get the sign off from the mayor. I added that I was confident the mayor would go along with the attorney. Tom was impressed and wanted to know how I managed to get the Village to move so quickly. I told him it was a combination of my legal skills (I did have the legal basis for our case to back me up) would have won but it would have taken much longer. Sheepishly I admit the speed of the resolution had to do more with the attorney's mistake than my skill.

"Oh?" Tom said with a raised eyebrow. "What mistake was that?"

It was a clumsy transition, but one that had to be made. "He came into the store Saturday hoping to get evidence against you. Fortunately he didn't realize at the time he would be implicated in a scandal if the evidence went public. I made sure he knew that."

"We're not doing anything illegal," he countered.

"You're running a prostitution operation in the booths," I said incredulously. 

"No, we offer a premium viewing experience in one of the booths. That's all," he said.

"So the blowjob is just a bonus?" I asked.

"Well," he said with a sheepish grin. "If a woman happens to like sucking cock there is nothing illegal about that."

"It's a quid pro quo and you pay the women, at least sometimes," I countered.

"It doesn't matter. It's not going to court. You did a great job."

"You need to understand," I told him. "You got lucky because he screwed up. You have to be careful about what you do."

"Are you always careful, Susan?" he asked me point blank.

"What do you mean?" I replied. "I'm always careful."

"Not to embarrass you, but I was reviewing the security camera footage yesterday. We had a shoplifting incident on Saturday. I was, shall we say, surprised by your choice of clothes."

Not to embarrass me, huh. Yeah, right. I could feel my face flush and my skin got all prickly.

"Did you tell the attorney you were the one who sucked his cock?"

I decided then and there I needed to get control of this conversation. "I most certainly did not!" I practically shouted at him. I began to speak again, at a more modest tone, but he cut me off.

"But it was you in the booth Saturday night while he was there, wasn't it?"

I sat silently.

"You do enjoy sucking a nice hard cock don't you, counselor?"




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 05



All week I was on pins and needles about what was going to happen at the product show. Cecilia had me visit her twice. That was a nice distraction as I could focus on her for a few hours, but I didn't go to any of the stores or spend any time at the glory holes. Actually Cecilia didn't let me cum when I was with her and instructed me not to cum at home either, so as the week went on, my sexual needs built up. Work was busy as I had a couple of new cases to start. It was hard to focus on Wednesday though because Carol came to work in a very revealing outfit. She was wearing a leather choker around her neck. If you didn't know she was submissive, you wouldn't give it another look, but knowing what I knew about her, I thought it was significant because she had never worn one at the office before. I briefly had a vision of flirting with her and trying to seduce her since she was obviously thinking about sex today, but then I got a hold of my emotions. Fishing off the company pier was definitely a bad idea. So after a week of anticipation and no climaxes, by the time Saturday afternoon rolled around I was very ready for a new adventure.

When I arrived at the store, Tom waved me into his office to explain what was going to happen. Of course this was done with me on my knees and his cock in my mouth. He explained that five women had signed up. Lisette would explain some piece of clothing from one of their lingerie lines and I would have to quickly duck into the office and put it on. I would then model it for the women. The goal was for them to be able to picture how they would look and buy the clothes. As a result, I was to look sexy and "sell it," as he said.

I was lovingly sucking his cock. He wasn't fucking my face as I had become accustomed. He was letting me nibble, lick and stroke him. I wasn't even sure if he wanted to cum or was just enjoying my submission. It didn't really matter. As soon as he pointed to the floor when I walked in I was happy to blow him.

Tom then explained that after the clothes, Lisette would move on to showing some of their more expensive toys. He explained that usually the women were too embarrassed to ask for a live demonstration (especially if the rest of the store was busy) but occasionally someone might want to see the model (me) hit with a crop or flogger or even to see how the Hitachi works. He said not to worry that I would do great. I wasn't worried about being spanked, but if Lisette demonstrated a Hitachi on me after my weeklong hiatus from orgasm, I knew the women would get an up close view of me cumming. That prospect was more exciting than I wanted to admit to myself.

Three of the five women (Dorothy, Brenda and Shirley) were already sitting in a small area off to the side of the clothing section when I walked out of the office at ten minutes to two. Tom had not cum from my oral ministrations. I hoped his choice of control meant that after the show he wanted to fuck me. He didn't say that, but that's what I was thinking about. Lisette introduced me to the ladies. About five minutes to two another woman, Rhonda, arrived. All four of the women were in their early forties, I estimated. I assumed they had been married for a while and were looking to spice up their sex lives. Lisette looked impatient as two o'clock came and went without the arrival of woman number five. I assumed we would begin without her, but Lisette pulled me aside and said she was an important customer so we needed to give her a little extra time.

About ten minutes late, an older woman, early-fifties I would say, walked in. Her name was Margaret. She had a look I would describe has more sophisticated than the others. She was the only one wearing a dress. It came to just below her knees. I couldn't tell if she was wearing stocking or pantyhose, but I was guessing stockings. She had on sensible heels, her make-up was immaculate and her hair was done up. She looked like she had dressed up for the show, although part of me judged that she probably always took an effort to look good. But maybe it was just part of her generation.

While we are on the subject, two of the other women were just in jeans and pastel blouses and two were wearing skirts (just above the knee, no stockings) and more vibrant shirts. None were dressed particularly sexual, although I knew I soon would be. Lisette began to make her pitch. She started with some silk pajamas. Not revealing in the least, but sensual to the touch. After describing them she handed them to me and I scurried off to the office to change. I did it as fast as I could not knowing if Lisette was just going to wait for me or move on to the next item.

I was only gone a couple minutes, but when I returned Lisette was showing another silk item, this time a teddy. She welcomed me back and asked me to slowly turn around so the ladies could see how the PJs fit. She also invited them to touch the material to see how luxurious it felt. She commented that sleeping in them was like sleeping in heaven, whatever that means.

Soon I was returning to the office with the teddy in hand. I quickly stripped out of the PJs. I was not uncomfortable being naked in the office even though Tom was still working at his desk. This was business and he made no effort to interrupt me. I slid into the teddy and looked at myself in a mirror Tom had on the wall. I liked the way it hung on me. I hurried back out to the group. This process repeated itself through eight more outfits. Each time the ladies were implored to touch the fabric and as we went on, the two women wearing skirts got progressively more handsy with me. I had already pegged them as the most sexually open so it hardly surprised me that they were enjoying touching me under the guise of inspecting the lingerie. I admit I was enjoying it myself. I found the exhibition aspect thrilling as each outfit got a little more revealing. And even though I was standing in the middle of the store, it didn't feel out of place.

The last outfit, as you might expect, was also the most revealing. It consisted of a leather push up bra with holes cut out for my nipples and a leather thong. I thought it was a bit out of place and better suited to Cecilia's house, but I hardly minded. And neither did my nipples. They betrayed my excitement, a fact that Lisette was about to exploit in case the ladies had not noticed. Lisette's actions also made it clear why this was the last outfit.

The first toy she presented was a set of rubber nipple suckers. "Fun for men and women," Lisette described. Basically they were rubber balls, kind of like the end of a turkey baster, with a round area that went around the nipple. She licked the opening and squeezed the ball to push the air out. Then she put it around my right nipple. It fit perfectly in the opening of the bra. I'm sure that wasn't a coincidence. Then while holding it tight to make a good seal, she released the ball to let air back in. But because it was sealed tightly against my skin, all it did was pull my nipple out. I gasped and squirmed, but she held it tightly until the ball had inflated. The suction meant it stayed put gripping my nipple without being held. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel the blood rushing into my nipple. Surprisingly she passed the second one around instead of putting it on my left nipple. I can't say I wasn't a little disappointed. She then had me shake back and forth to show that the sucker wouldn't come off until it was removed. I started thinking about what would happen if my hands were bound and I couldn't relieve the pressure if it got to be too much. I doubt my audience had similar concerns.

She explained that the ladies could see before and after affects when she removed the sucker. She said the affect was temporary, lasting about an hour, depending how long the wearer leaves it on. I hoped she wasn't going to leave it on long, although I was quickly acclimating to the sensations created by the suction.

Next up, and with the sucker still attached, was a simple vibe. I doubt any of the women assembled needed an explanation of its purpose. I think it was just so Lisette could tease me a little. Although she never told me, I assumed she knew that I had not been allowed to orgasm all week. She gave me a devious smile when she turn on the toy (low setting of course) and pressed it against the outside of my thong. The leather dissipated some of the weak vibrations further so mainly I just got a short tease while she began to explain how having your partner control the vibe was more fun than just using it on yourself.

After a few minutes of this tease, Lisette told me to turn off the vibe and then removed the nipple sucker. Her slow tease of me continued as she showed off my singular engorged nipple to the women. She had me walk around the group so they could get a close up view and compare my pre and post suckered nipples. Lisette flicked my now hyper-sensitive right nipple as if to prove what even a simple look would have confirmed. I jumped back at her touch, but also moaned. Margaret was the last one to get this show and was also the only one to reach out and pinch my nipple herself. It wasn't a simple pinch, though. She also gave me a little twist that buckled my knees. I got the impression she was testing me more than testing the affects of the sucker. Either way, I liked it and I'm sure the look into my eyes she gave me confirmed what I was feeling.

After my wordless moment with Margaret, Lisette continued with a couple other vibrators. Each one was only used on the outside of my thong, ostensively because we were in public and didn't want to be liable for an obscene act if any law enforcement people were lurking in the store. I had mixed feelings about that. I was pretty sure the Village didn't have any hidden people shopping at the store, but I was proud that Tom was taking the warnings to cool things down seriously. Or Lisette was simply enjoying teasing the hell out of me. 

The last item for the show, of course, was a Hitachi Wand. Thankfully it wasn't a variable speed model and my experience told me that even at the slow speed, I would soon be blissfully orgasming. I didn't even care that it would be in front of five strangers. Perversely that would be part of the thrill. I was sitting in front of the ladies as Lisette explained how the cost of the Hitachi was well worth the expense and went over the quality construction and how no woman could resist its charms. She then turned back to me with a devious smile nobody else could see. After she handed it to me, she walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "have fun."

I turned the Hitachi on low and pressed it against my thong. It felt wonderful as always. Lisette began writing orders as I sat and let the wand bring me to a higher state of arousal. Lisette then began picking various pieces of lingerie and toys off the shelves. But the ladies were all watching me. As horny as I was, part of me wanted to cum very quickly, but another part was getting off on exhibiting myself so wantonly. That side won out so I resisted turning the wand on high. As I sat there and buzzed myself, though, a strange thing happened. I could feel my arousal eventually reach a peak when I would normally crash over the edge in a sloppy climax, but it didn't happen. I was emotionally ready and my body was ready, but I got stuck right on the precipice of orgasming. I turned the Hitachi on high and shut my eyes.

One by one Lisette brought the orders back to the ladies and they began to migrate to the front counter to pay. Those who remained waiting for their orders were watching my lewd show intently, but even with the wand I high, I could not climax. To the outside world it probably looked like I was as my body was shaking and my vocalizations dripped of pure sex, but inside, I was screaming because I couldn't quite really cum. Finally only Margaret remained. She was intently watching me as if she was the only one who really understood my inner torment. I got the impression that she even knew how to solve my dilemma, but she was not forthcoming with the answer. I just sat there quivering in need to get off and she just sat there watching. She seemed almost matronly in her demeanor as if she knew with her age and experience she could teach me things even Mistress Cecilia didn't know. In my mind, I decided she was a Domme and was enjoying watching me suffer. Or maybe I was crazy and she, like the others, thought I was cumming over and over on the incessant buzzing head of the Hitachi.

Lisette soon returned with her order. It was all lingerie no toys. Margaret thanked her and stood up giving me a wink. She then walked to the counter. I turned off the Hitachi in frustration. It was at that point I saw Tom walk up to the counter to get some kind of paperwork and then return toward his office. Suddenly I realized why I couldn't cum and what had to happen to alleviate that problem.

I hurriedly followed Tom into his office. I didn't even bother to knock. He seemed startled momentarily, but then smiled. "Sir I need to cum," I blurted out as a hello. He didn't seem to know how to respond. "I mean, I need you to give me permission to cum," I clarified. He nodded his head. "I see," was his only verbal response. "Have a seat," he said pointing toward the chair in front of his desk. "But peel those panties off first."

I did as he requested. He then had me put my feet on his desk as spread my legs. It felt wonderful to be exposed to his hungry eyes.

"Go ahead and rub your pussy, my slut. But you don't have permission to cum yet," he commanded.

I wasn't sure if I could hold back now that I was in private with him, wondering if my probably was just being in public at the front of the store. My hand immediately began rubbing my clit and sliding over my wet, puffy pussy lips. I expected him to maybe abuse me verbally or even (hopefully) pull his cock out, but he didn't. He sat at his desk. He looked at me for maybe a minute, then he refocused on some orders on his desk. I moaned a little louder than necessary to try and get his attention. He looked up briefly, but then began to ignore me again. My clit was pulsating in need and my body began to shake like it had during the show, but still I couldn't climax. I began rubbing myself with more urgency to try and get over the edge. But still, I could not orgasm. I had been conditioned by Cecilia not to cum without permission and apparently she had done better than I realized. I probably would have gone insane if Lisette had not walked into the office at that moment. Of course she ignored me too at first, but fortunately not for long.

"Here is the list of orders from the show. Overall we did pretty good thanks to Susan," she said with a complimentary tone. She then turned and looked at me. "She is still playing with herself?" she said semi-rhetorically.

"Yeah, the slut is waiting for permission to cum," Tom replied.

"It's been over an hour and half," she retorted. "Don't be cruel. Let her climax."

"OK," he said with a chuckle. "But only because we sold a lot."

"Margaret is still outside looking through the catalog," Lisette added. "We may not be done just yet."

"Well maybe we should let Margaret give her permission," Tom said with an evil little laugh.

My main focus was on Lisette saying he should give me permission to climax and the fact that he had not and my level of desperation was growing with every stroke.

"You know that isn't her thing," Lisette replied. "Let her cum and then send her back up front. Maybe Margaret will open the purse strings up more if she sees Susan again."

"Slut, would you cum if I stuck my cock in you?" he asked me.

"Are you kidding, sir?" I replied breathlessly. "I'd cum if you just touched my clit or pinched my nipples. Same if Lisette did either."

"Stop playing with your pussy. Put your thong back on and go help Lisette with Margaret. She is a very important customer. After that come back here and I'll fuck your ass again," he said with a forceful tone. 

I hated that I failed to bring myself off. The game of waiting all week to climax had become very real that afternoon and I felt less control than in any of my time with Cecilia. But my body was alive and on fire as well. The thong felt cold and clammy sliding back up my legs. My hair was a mess and I was sweating. Of course my feminine scent was also very present as I walked back to the front of the store. Margaret was leaning on the counter thumbing through a catalog.

"Ah, there you are Susan," she joyfully exclaimed. "Tell me, have you ever tried one of these?"

I looked at the page she had opened. She was pointing to a Sybian. Of course I knew what it was, but on my budget, I didn't have the means to spend a few thousand bucks on a sex toy.

"No mam," I said trying to be respectful. "I know they are supposed to be amazing, but I've never had the opportunity to try one."

"If I buy one will you show me how to use it?" she asked me point blank.

My mind was reeling. In my hyper-aroused state I'd agree to anything right then to get myself off and getting the chance to ride a Sybian was certainly on my sexual bucket list, but I wasn't sure how Mistress Cecilia would react to me volunteering to put on a more private show. I hemmed and hawed not giving a response.

"Did you find anything interesting?" Lisette interjected as she joined us.

"As a matter of fact I did," replied Margaret. "I want to order this, but only if Susan will deliver it and help me set it up properly."

"Not a problem," Lisette said. "She'll be happy to do it. Customer service is our number one priority and I'm sure she will enjoy helping out. Wouldn't you Susan?"

I was rather happy that she had volunteered me taking the choice away. "Of course mam," I replied. I'd still have to square it with Cecilia, but how many chances do you get to ride the ultimate sex toy. I watched as Margaret told Lisette what to order including several attachments. I was already looking forward to giving a private demonstration. But now that business was done, my need to orgasm returned in a powerful way. I thought about asking Lisette for permission to cum, but I was afraid she would tell me to masturbate right there at the counter. Thankfully Tom had not joined us so I assumed he was still in his office so I said my goodbyes and headed back to plead with him for my release.

Shortly after entering his office I one again found myself sitting in the chair with my legs spread wide open on his desk. He seemed a little keener to watch me masturbate this time and fortunately gave his blessing for my orgasm a few minutes later. It was the strangest thing. The words had scarcely exited his mouth before my body started convulsing as I was consumed with the kind of climax that takes hours to build. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body as my fingers continued rubbing my clit with wild abandon while my other hand donated three fingers to the task of banging my pussy.

I lost focus as to whether Tom was still watching me. My world was a blur of orgasmic pleasure and I didn't care who knew it. He could have been video recording my explosion and it would not have mattered. Finally about a minute later my climax subsided and I slumped down into the chair exhausted.

"I'm not sure I've ever seen a woman cum so hard," Tom informed me. "You definitely made my cock hard."

I was sure he wanted me to take care of that, but I was too worn out. "I'm so tired, Sir," I told him. "Can I take care of you later?" I felt ashamed because he had promised to fuck my ass and that was exactly what I was thinking about while I orgasmed.

"I'm heading home soon," he told me. "Take your feet off my desk."

As I put my feet to the floor I saw him stand up. His cock was already sticking out of his pants. Apparently he had been stroking himself while I masturbated. He began walking over to me. I resigned myself to my fate, whether that was giving him my mouth, pussy or ass. I started to try and get out of the chair but he waved his hand indicating I should stay seated. He then moved in front of me, leaned against his desk and started stroking himself. He was nothing if not a gentleman as he told me "I understand you're not up for more right now. Next time I'll take your ass again. But for now, you can just be my target."




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 05



He continued stroking himself while standing in front of me. I limply sat in the chair in my post orgasmic fog watching him beat his meat. I kind of expected him to shove his cock in my mouth before he came, but instead he just moved forward and exploded on my face. I didn't mind. His hot jets of jizz felt great splattering against my forehead covering me in his cum. It spattered into my hair, it dripped down my face and into my willing mouth and the last couple of weakened spurts hit my neck and began dripping down to my shoulders. I began to move my hands to wipe myself, but Tom told me no. I told me to leave it. He said to let gravity drip it down my body and to let it dry. He said I could shower when I got home. Then he told me to dress and leave.

My outward appearance had definitely changed since the last time I walked past the counter. Even though I had not been fucked, I certainly looked like a piece of fuck meat. I was still wearing the leather thong and peek-a-boo bra. That was a gift from Tom since they couldn't sell it with his cum on it. Fortunately there were no customers to see me, but Lisette did comment that she enjoyed have me as her model and hoped I enjoyed myself too. I can only imagine what she was thinking at the frosted donut look I was sporting as I walked through the door and to my car. I know I could have wiped myself down at that point, but that isn't what a good submissive would do, so I let Tom's spunk dry as ordered. I felt crusty and nasty by the time I got home. I was also still horny.

Although Mistress Cecilia had not given me permission to cum again, and technically Tom's approval would not transfer to my place, I couldn't help but grabbing a thick dildo out of my collection and laying on the bed putting it to good use. I blindly power fucked myself with the toy screaming out obscenities. I was worried that I'd not be able to climax again, but thankfully that was not the case. Perhaps being covered in dried cum was enough to convince my brain that I really was a worthless slut. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had performed well at the store. Perhaps it was... I don't know. But I was able to bring myself off again in short order before I slowly ambled to the shower to wash away the evidence. 

I turned on the shower and let the steam warm the cold tiles. That gave me a couple minutes to stare at myself in the mirror and replay the events of the day in my head. Although my skin was getting itchy where the dried cum sealed my pores, I decided to forgo the shower and take a nap. My body needed the rest and hopefully the wonderful feelings of being used would fuel some erotic dreams. My shower could wait until I woke up.

Mistress Cecilia didn't call or email me Saturday night. I'm not sure if she was working at the store. After my shower finally washed away my slutty afternoon, I contemplated going to the store for some gloryhole fun, but my need to rest won out and I spent the night at home alone. Mistress did call on Sunday to help with her usual client. It was less strange the second time around. She even fucked me so he could listen even though his blindfold kept him from seeing. Later she had me hide while she untied him and she removed the blindfold. After seeing his ass gaping from her pegging, I really didn't want to talk to him. If I ever went up against him in a case it was going to be hard not to use this information so the least I knew about him the better.

Later another new female submissive came to visit. Being insecure I wondered, although not aloud, if Cecilia was going to replace me. Cecilia let me switch a bit with the new girl. Part of the time Mistress used me as an example, showing the new girl how to take a spanking for example, and part of the time she let the new girl pleasure me. Beyond my own anxieties about whether Cecilia still was attracted to me, it was a fun afternoon.

The work week was, well work. Nothing out of the ordinary. I would like to say Carol came out as a submissive slut, at least to me, but she didn't and in fact was dressed decidedly unsexy all week. Maybe she decided the lifestyle wasn't for her. As for me, it was another frustrating week without any orgasms. Cecilia had promised to see me Wednesday and told me to refrain from cumming so I would be primed for her. But then she had to cancel at the last minute. I was left wondering if her new girltoy had taken my place. I tried to remain positive, but I wanted to cry. I didn't sleep well and I'm sure I looked horrid Thursday morning as I arrived at the office. But then I got a positive email. The Sybian would be arriving at the store by close of business and I should call Margaret to arrange the delivery and setup. That made me happy. I called her immediately. She seemed out of breath when she answered her phone. At first she didn't remember who I was (I just said it was Susan) but when I mentioned the Sybian, she became overjoyed. She told me to come over at 11am on Saturday. She said her husband would be out golfing so we will have free run of the house. That sounded like a plan to me so I quickly agreed.

I was nervous, but also excited, as I pulled up to the address Margaret had given. It was a nice looking colonial house in a good neighborhood. The house looked large, but not oversized. I pulled into the driveway and grabbed the box. I had not opened it yet so I hoped the accessories were inside along with the Sybian. Actually part of me hoped they were not to give me an excuse to come back again and maybe get another ride. I find my mind has been thinking those kind of strange ideas more and more frequently lately. Heck, I didn't know for sure that Margaret would even let me try it, although I was pretty confident she would. What I wasn't prepared for was the sight that greeted me after I rang the doorbell and the maid opened the door.

You may wonder why I was surprised. Clearly Margaret was a woman of means so I should not have been surprised that she had a maid. Heck, given the racy selection of lingerie she bought at the show and the fact that I was holding a $2,000 vibrator under my arm should have clued me in that the maid might be in a sexy outfit. So why did the vision of a French maid who dripped of pure sexuality (imagine a black push up bodice that exposed the top half of two very well proportioned breasts, a mesh midriff, a short skirt with white ruffles and integrated garters, black fishnet stocking and 5" fuck me pumps) surprise me? It was because it was Margaret who was wearing the outfit. She was also holding a feather duster and wearing a leather collar. I have to admit, for a woman of her age, she looked remarkable. I had not thought of her in such blatantly sexual terms at the product show, but I had obviously been mistaken. The question in my mind, was why.

"Hello again, Susan," she greeted me. "Welcome to our home. Please come in."

She stepped aside and waved me into the house just as proper serving staff should do. This was getting weird. She led me through the formal living room, past the kitchen, past a family room and through a non-descript door that, if my bearings were right, was off to the side of the garage. This room was obviously her playroom. There was all manner of bondage gear hanging neatly from the wall, a queen sized bed, a couple chairs, some hooks in the ceiling and a narrow coffee table. It reminded me of Mistress Cecilia's play area except the bed was in the room and not above it. Margaret pointed toward the table and told me to set up the Sybian. She said she had to do something and would be right back. She walked out of the door closing it behind her. I put down the box and started unpacking. I also looked around the room. Her collection was impressive. She was definitely kinkier than she let on at the show. But still, why was she dressed as the maid?

As fortune would have it, I glanced out of the window at that moment. The room faced their back yard and they had a very fancily landscaped, almost park like back yard including what looked like a good sized pool. I said it was fortunate that I looked out because I saw Margaret slowly walking toward the pool. Teetering, really, on those much too high for comfort heels. She was holding a sliver tray in her right hand with what looked like either a martini glass or perhaps a margarita. I couldn't tell from the distance. She stopped as she approach a chase lounge. Unfortunately it was facing the sun and therefore the back was facing the window so I couldn't see the occupant. I wondered if it was her husband. That would explain a lot even though he wasn't supposed to be home.

After a brief pause, I saw a slender arm rise up and wave her forward. She walked just past the chaise and then turned to face the person. Instead of taking the glass off the tray and handing it to the person, Margaret bent over at the waist and held the tray in front of her. Of course doing so meant her ample bosom spilled right out of her maid's top. I'm sure that was the plan.

I watched as the slender arm came back into view. This time the hand moved toward Margaret's now exposed breasts and I saw her pinch Margaret's right nipple firmly. I could tell by the grimace on her face, that it was painful. But she held her position and the tray barely wavered. Apparently it was some kind of test because the hand then took the glass and moments later dismissed her.

Margaret curtsied and began her long, slow walk back to the house. She was still holding the tray with one hand out in front of her, but now her breasts were hanging out and she made no effort to tuck them back into her top. Before she got too close to the house and may have noticed me staring out the window, I turned back to my task of setting up the Sybian. About a minute later the door opened back up and Margaret reentered the room. She had taken a moment to recompose herself, although I now knew her bouncing breasts were ready to break free with a minimum of excuse. In fact I was trying to figure out a way to make that happen. But first, I had to finish the setup and explain the operation.

It was a funny scene. Unboxing the Sybian was easy and Margaret had an extension cord ready for it. But neither of us new the intricacies of the controls. So I sat down and read the brief manual while Margaret stood and stared at the promise of untold pleasure now sitting on the table. Other than the proper way to attach the accessories (Margaret had purchase a single dildo and a double dildo) it was pretty simple. I explained how the rider straddled the device and how to control the speed of the vibrations. She began fidgeting. I asked if she wanted to go first. She said she did, but then her voice trailed off and she looked toward the window. I understood immediately.

"Do you need to get permission from your mistress?" I asked her.

She seemed shocked that I asked, although it was pretty obvious what was happening in that house. I told her I understood completely. She was still skittish. "Do you want me to ask her for you?" I said. Margaret smiled. "Follow me," she told me.

We walked out of the house. I had to slow down my pace to stay with Margaret. I was fascinated by what kind of woman could dominate a woman old enough to be my mother. I wanted to know more about both Margaret and her Mistress. How did they hook up? How old was the Mistress? Maybe this was the Mistress' house. Maybe Margaret really wasn't married like she claimed. The possibilities were running through my mind. Then finally we were at the chaise. Margaret stopped just short (so I couldn't see her Mistress) and then cleared her throat, although I'm sure her Mistress heard the sound of Margaret's heels on the concrete and knew we were coming. 

"Yes, pet," she replied. Her voice was smooth as silk.

"Mistress," Margaret began. "The lady from the bookstore has finished installing the Sybian. May I try it out please?"

"Yes," she replied not bothering to look up at me. I was more than a bit frustrated by hearing her voice but not being able to see her. "But don't you dare cum until your husband comes home."

Now that was an interesting twist. Did her husband know about the Mistress? I certainly would understand if he didn't. Maybe this mystery woman came in when hubby was away and gave Margaret something her husband did not. No matter what the arrangement things were about to get more fascinating.

We walked back toward the house. Margaret seemed to have a bit more speed in her step now that she had someplace to go. I kept looking back to see if her Mistress was watching. Or better yet if she was following. But she wasn't and soon enough the two of us were alone in the playroom.

Margaret asked if I would be kind enough to handle the controls. I had no problem with that. I turned on the Sybian and spun it up to full speed. The intense buzz filled the room. Then I slowly turned it back down and then off. "Ready?" I asked Margaret. She nodded. "I bet you cum. You're not going to be able to hold out," I told her. She didn't reply. But she didn't look particularly worried either. I wondered if she had been promised a punishment if she failed to withstand the coming assault. Maybe she was looking forward to being punished. I didn't know and I didn't particularly care. I just wanted to see her ride this thing.

Margaret played coy asking me how she was supposed to sit on the Sybian. I told her to remove her panties first, mainly because I wanted to see how wet they were before we started. But she said only her Mistress could order that. In the end, she just straddled the device and I turned it on low. The table was the perfect height so she could sit on it without stressing her legs too much. It was obvious it was planned so a woman could sit there for a long period of time. I actually felt a little jealous knowing Margaret would be using the toy frequently. Part of me wanted to turn the speed up so she would be forced to climax. I kind of wanted to get her in trouble. But the submissive part of me wanted her to be successful and wait to cum until she had permission. The jealous side won, at least for a few minutes.

I slowly increased the speed of the Sybian and Margaret's moans slowly became louder and more frequent. Her tits also bounced free again as her body began to shake. She didn't bother tucking them back in preferring to grab them and play with her nipples. When I reached full power, I could see her conflict written on her face. She was struggling to maintain control. I could see part of her wanting to release. I didn't know how long it had been since her last orgasm and I knew how I got when it had been too long. But I also could read her expression that she didn't want to fail her Mistress. I may be devious at times, but I understood that look and slowed the vibration back down to minimum. She looked relieved now that her arousal would be more manageable. Listening to the squishing sounds coming from between her legs, even on the lowest setting, I don't think I could have held back. I set the controller down and asked if I could use the bathroom. Margaret pointed toward the door (duh) and told me where to find it. I left her to buzz. I figured if she snuck a climax in while I was gone I wouldn't have to lie to her Mistress if she asked if Margaret came.

You may be surprised to find out that I didn't masturbate in the bathroom. I already knew my pussy was wet from watching Margaret and thinking about her Mistress, but actually I really just needed to pee. After I was done, I began walking back to the playroom. I had the opportunity to look out of the kitchen window into the back yard and I saw a long, lean leg rise into the air from Margaret's Mistress' chair. I watched as she pivoted and stood up. My mouth began to water as she came into view. I certainly understood why Margaret would do anything for this woman. My pussy instantly started getting wetter as well.

Margaret's Mistress, Simone as I would later learn, turned to face the chaise and bent over to pick up her towel. She was wearing a tiny wisp of a black thong bikini bottom. Although I was mostly seeing her in profile, I could tell she had tiny taught butt. She also obviously liked showing it off, at least in the back yard as she pulled off the thong and left it on the chaise. She wasn't particularly tall, maybe 5' 3" although instead of wearing pool sandals I noticed she slipped on a pair of heels before she wrapped her towel around her waist and started walking toward the house. Her shoes were not as tall as Margaret's. They had probably a 3" heel from what I could see and she walked with an easy grace in them. She didn't struggle to maintain control like Margaret had done. She had short black hair and was thin. In my estimation, she probably weighed no more than 110 pounds. She looked almost like a little girl. I had noticed she shaved her pussy (or more likely Margaret had shaved it for her) and her breasts were obviously not augmented. They were well proportioned to her body and pear shaped. I stared at her as she approached the house. Her outward appearance certainly didn't scream Domme. Gorgeous and tasty, but not Domme. So how did she come to control Margaret and possibly her husband? I was lost in thought until I snapped back to reality just before she reached the back door. I hurried back to the playroom so I would get caught watching her. 

I found Margaret right where I left her and the control box obviously had not been moved. She had been a good girl in my absence. I grabbed the control box and sat on the chair just as Simone entered the room. I tried to look surprised and pretend that I had been there the whole time. She was the first to speak.

"How as my pet done?"

I wasn't sure if she was addressing me or Margaret. Margaret did not answer so I decided it was up to me.

"She has done well. I briefly brought the Sybian to full power, but it was plain to see that would have brought her off. I didn't want her to disobey your order so I slowed it down," I said.

"Pity," Simone replied. "I enjoy punishing her when she disobeys."

As she spoke she began walking behind me so she could get the frontal view of her slave. As she did, though, she also put her hands on my shoulders. Firmly.

"Of course we should allow her husband control of her first orgasm since he paid for that toy. But I was really looking forward to watching the process. I wonder who could substitute for her?" With that statement she squeezed my shoulders.

"I'm just the delivery person, mam," I told her. 

Her hands moved from my shoulders to both sides of my neck as she began to massage me around under my chin.

"That is not what Margaret reported from the store. She said you were quite a good demonstrator."

Her hands left my neck and slowly moved down my chest. Her mouth was parallel to my right ear and I could feel her hot breath. She cupped my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sure you want to try out the Sybian, don't you?" she whispered in my ear. Her voice was like silk. Very seductive. Of course I wanted to ride the Sybian, but I didn't want to be easy. I shook my head.

"Well then I am going to use it," she announced as she released my breasts and walked back in front of me. "Margaret, please sit in the living room. Your husband will be home soon. Let me know when he arrives. And for God's sake, put those tits away. You look like a whore."

I watched as Margaret put her boobs back into her top and walk out of the room.

"Now then, I just sit down, do I?" Simone asked although I'm sure she knew the answer. I just nodded. She swung her leg over the table just as Margaret had done. Needless to say I was enthralled with her. Sure she played like she was in control while sitting on the Sybian, but I knew it was just an act. No woman could resist its charms so completely. Simone locked her eyes on mine and didn't move. Her body was tight and did not jiggle like Margaret had done. Simone kept her hands on the table and pressed her pussy against the vibrating nub never reaching up to squeeze her breasts or rub her clit. She just kept staring at me as if she was sizing me up. She was quiet too. She didn't say anything or even moan. She was freakishly in control of her emotions. Again I was envious. I knew I would be going crazy in her situation. But we just watched each other. I wondered if in her mind this staring contest was a game she liked to play or if there was something more. After a few minutes, she finally looked down. A soft groan escaped her lips and I thought I saw a gentle flutter move through her body. Then she told me to turn it off.




Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 05



"That was fun," she said. "But I think I would like to watch you ride it now."

I wasn't sure how to react. I wanted to ride it, but without permission from Mistress Cecilia to cum, I wasn't sure how I would be able to withstand my body's desire. Plus given what I had learned last week at the product show, I wasn't sure if my mind would even let me climax without permission. As stressed as I was with just a regular vibrator last week, if I couldn't cum but while riding this beast, I was afraid I would go insane.

"I don't think that is such a good idea," I said weakly and without conviction.

Simone walked around me again placing her hands on her shoulders as she had done before. This time though, I smelled her distinctive feminine musk of arousal. It made me a little light headed. She smelled divine. I knew I couldn't resist her, but I wanted to try. I wanted her to seduce me. I'd be an easy mark. I'm sure she knew that. But she seemed to be enjoying our game. The fact that I was in a stranger's house waiting for another sub's husband to come home only made it more exciting.

"Margaret told me about your performance at the product show. I was so proud of her for including your delivery service with our order. She must have known I would want to meet you," she cooed into my ear. My resolve was dissolving with every syllable. "She told me how she read your face and that you wanted to cum so badly when demonstrating the vibes. Why didn't you?"

I tried to fight back my emotions. But my breath was already getting shallow and my heart rate was already going up. "I didn't want to get the store in trouble by having sex on the sales floor," I lied. Then I added, "I heard they had some problems with the law a few weeks ago."

"I don't think that was the reason," she said confidently. She also left my backside and walked over to a cabinet. "Guys cum in those places all the time."

"I was just faking how the vibes worked," I countered.

"That's not what Margaret said," Simone responded. "She was quite specific that you were using them and was amazed the level of control you had to keep from coming."

I didn't say anything in response to that. I was fascinated, however, as she opened the cabinet on the wall revealing a very neatly arranged collection of restraints. I should have expected nothing less from her. 

"At first I didn't believe her," Simone continued. Her silky voice going straight from my ears to my pussy. "I figured nobody could be that well trained. How exciting it must have been for you to be masturbating in front of all those people. But you held back."

I took notice that she used the word trained. She obviously assumed I was a sub. I was starting to feel light headed. She had not even given me a command yet, but I was ready to obey her no matter what she ordered. 

"Now I see for myself that you are very strong minded. I bet around your dominant that is not the case. Do you serve and man or a woman?"

"Both," I whispered. "But I only have a Mistress, not a Master."

"And why is that. Don't you like cock?" she asked.

"I love cock," I replied. Again in a whisper. "It's just that Mistress Cecilia was the one who captured my heart."

"I understand," she said. "And did she tell you not to cum without permission?"

"Yes," I said starting to get my voice back. "It is a standing order."

"Then you were a very good girl during your demonstration. Margaret told me when you came to the counter that you looked more haggard like you had been close to cumming in the back office after the show. Was your Mistress waiting for you?"

"No," I confessed. "I was hoping Tom the owner of the store would give me permission."

"But he is not your Master," she said sounding confused. She also was continuing to pick restraints out of the cabinet. 

"No, he is not," I replied. "But Mistress works for him and she has shared me with him."

"Of course. A fine arrangement," Simone replied. "Now do be a dear and take your clothes off so I can see what this toy can really do."

We had just finished discussing how I serve Mistress Cecilia and yet Simone matter-of-factly just told me to strip. If I wasn't so horny to try the Sybian, I probably could have resisted her. But who was I kidding. She had me when I first heard her voice by the pool and the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous had me ready to drop to the floor and kiss her toes if she asked. I did as she commanded.

It didn't take me long to get naked. When I was, Simone tossed me a pair of leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. "Put these on," she told me. She obviously was not concerned that I belonged to another. At that moment, neither did I. I quickly wrapped the soft leather around my wrists and buckled them tight against my skin. This simple act of submission drove my arousal higher. The ankle cuffs were more of a challenge, but soon I had them affixed as well. It was then Simone told me to straddle the table and stand over the Sybian. I took notice that she didn't tell me to sit on it yet. So of course, I didn't. As I hovered over the device that had just given Margaret so much pleasure, I dripped in anticipation. Although I don't think Simone noticed, yet, my secret was about to be discovered. 

Simone moved behind me and was holding a spreader bar that she deftly slid under the table and speedily connected to my ankles. I had to stress my thigh muscles in order to flex wide enough to accommodate the spreader and still not sit down on the Sybian. I suppose that was her plan.

With my legs secure, I watched Simone stand on the edge of the table in front of me. At first I wondered what she was doing. Then I noticed a chain in her hand that she was stretching and attached to a hook in the ceiling. In doing so, she managed to put her wet, smelly pussy right in front of my face. There was no doubt in my mind that was not an accident. My hands were still free so I could have grabbed her hips and buried my face between her legs. No doubt we both would have enjoyed that, but I still wanted to show her I was not an out of control slut. 

Once the chain was in place, she told me to raise my arms. Using a carabineer, she efficiently attached my wrists to the chain. I was now stretched vertically with very little movement available to me. In fact, I wasn't entirely sure I could lower myself enough to hit the Sybian's nub. Maybe that was part of her diabolical plan. How mind numbing would it be if only my outer labia could hit the buzz but my clit could not. That was an awful thought. Simone's solution wasn't much better. Or maybe it was. Either way I was about to find out.

Margaret and Simone had both used the Sybian with just the primary nub installed. But Margaret had also ordered a couple of optional attachments. One was a thick six inch long dildo. Simone picked it up and examined it. If her intention was to make me ride that, I would be happy to have my height restricted. I wasn't sure I wanted that whole thing inside of me, but my hanging wrists would have saved me an inch or two. But it was accessory number two that Simone chose. Although smaller, it was definitely scarier. At least it was scarier for me since I was still praying I would be able to hold back my orgasm.

Accessory two was a smaller curved dildo. It was about 3 inches long and not as wide as the other one. What made it special was it was shaped to find a woman's g-spot. I could only imagine how that would feel at the max speed of 6,500 rpm. One thing I was sure of was that I would not be able to wait for permission to cum. My real question is could I stop cumming.

The second reason accessory two was special was it also had a similar dildo shaped for the anus. Simone held this double dong attachment up and looked at it. It was clear she had made her choice.

"I doubt I would need to lube the side for your pussy, but I'll be nice and grease your ass for you," she said with a smirk. "I was taught to always take it easy on a new ass the first time you fuck it."

I didn't want to tell her that I'd used my ass enough the last few weeks that she could have just used some pussy juice to lube the toy and I would have opened right up for her. Maybe if she thought I was a newbie, she would go easy on me.

She stood behind me again and slid the g-spot attachment into my pussy. As we both knew, it went in easily. I'm not sure if she expected me to moan already, but I couldn't help myself. "Don't let that fall out," she told me. She left it hanging inside of me while she went to retrieve a bottle of lube. I tried to clamp down on the dildo, but I was too wet and it fell out of me. I heard it hit the Sybian and then hit the floor. Simone didn't even turn around, but I heard her chuckle. "Margaret would get a whooping if she ever let that happen."

She returned wearing a rubber glove and carrying the lube. She left the attachment on the floor for the moment while she greased my asshole and finger fucked it a bit to make sure I was ready. When I moaned again she reached around with her other finger and teased my clit. I was just about to ask her to just fuck me with a strap-on instead (I am sure she had one) when she stopped and picked up the attachment off the floor. 

"Margaret keeps the floor spotless," she said proudly, "but I'm sure you want to wash this before it goes inside of you."

I briefly thought she meant she was going to go wash it in the sink or have Margaret do it for her. Instead she stood back up and pressed it against my lips. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last I'm sure, that I tasted my own juices on a dildo. I'm sure it was more for Simone's visual pleasure as I sucked the small phallus into my mouth than a need to clean it. I had noticed that Margaret kept the house impeccable. Whether it was for Simone's amusement or not, I was soon done to her satisfaction with my ass prepared to receive the toy. She inserted both sides. Of course I moaned again. She then had me position myself over the Sybian, but I wasn't quite able to reach the connector for the attachment. Simone had to stand on the table again and lower my wrists by one rung on the chain. I was struck by an overwhelming desire to press my face to her pussy. But I didn't. I figured at some point she may meet Mistress Cecilia and I wanted to be sure she reported back what a good sub I was to her.

Finally I was attached and Simone turned the control knob to number one. The Sybian sprang to life and my hips began to move on their own. I didn't mean to do it, but I began to grind myself down on both dildos. Since Simone had lowered my wrist by just a couple inches, I could just barely control the angle of penetration and to a lesser extent, raise and lower myself about an inch. The vibrations felt amazing. At that speed, I wouldn't cum, but it still felt great having both my holes penetrated and feeling the same thing. I wondered how fast Simone would turn me up and at what point it would get too strong to resist. But I would have to wait at least a few minutes for that. What I didn't have to wait for was an almost sadistic look from Simone and a request to give her Mistress Cecilia's cell phone number. She said she would call and try to get permission for me to orgasm. She also indicated that she would try to secure my services on a more permanent basis. I didn't want Cecilia to know about this event at all so I declined. Simone simply said, "OK. When you are ready you will tell me."

Simone turned the Sybian up to two and then said she would be right back. I watched her walk out of the room and wondered how long I was going to hang there on tease mode. Margaret was the first to return and she was holding a blindfold. At first I wondered if it was for her, but Simone followed her quickly into the room and grabbed the blindfold and quickly removed my sight.

"I'm sorry Susan," she told me. "You have been a good sport, but I need to cum now and I don't want that to distract you from your own needs." I turned my head toward her even though I couldn't see her. I then heard her direct Margaret to turn the speed to three. The vibrations were starting to get to me. Two was bearable, but three was getting intense. Still not fast enough that I couldn't resist, but it was definitely going to put me on edge.

The noise from the Sybian and my moans were filling the room. But that didn't mean I didn't hear Simone say, "Eat me bitch!"

Soon I was treated to a running commentary about Margaret's pussy eating skills while my own pussy continued to get stimulated. In my mind I could see the beautiful Simone sitting in the chair while Margaret knelt between her legs. At that moment, I would have traded the vibration of the Sybian for the ability to trade places with Margaret. Based on her scent, I'm sure Simone tasted phenomenal and if the sounds of pleasure she was making was any clue, Margaret was an expert pussy licker. 

I wished I could have watched the two women in front of me. I wished they would turn the Sybian up just a little bit higher. I wished Simone would pull me between her own legs or even let me eat Margaret. But none of that happened. Instead I just had to hang there being teased while I listened to Simone have a very noisy climax. God how I wished I could have seen that. For a moment I had the thought that her orgasm might cause her to have mercy on me and force me to cum by turning the Sybian way up, but it didn't. She still wanted Cecilia's number and she wasn't about to take no for an answer.

What she did do was instruct Margaret to turn the Sybian up to four. Now it was getting tough for me. While she adjusted the dial, Margaret reminded Simone that her husband would be home soon. I wasn't sure why this mattered, but if I was still here, Simone knew I wasn't against getting some cock, so I wasn't too worried about it. Simone then ordered Margaret to start sucking my right nipple. Simone took the duty of sucking my left one. As you know, I love having my nipples sucked and this was cruel torture. Simone gave instructions to gently, teasingly in fact, lick my nipple. She knew the agony that would create. I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

Once again Margaret took a momentary break from licking me to remind Simone that her husband would soon be home. It almost sounded like she wanted Simone to leave. Begrudgingly Simone stopped licking my other nipple and said "ok."

"Here's the deal Susan. I'd love to go on teasing you for a few more hours," she told me. (I silently gasped to myself. A few more hours?) "But playtime is almost over." With that she turned the Sybian on full speed for just a second and then back down to one. For just a brief moment I saw stars and also learned the potential of what kind of pleasure I could receive. 

"I don't want to fight you any more," Simone said. "Give me your Mistress' phone number. I'll text her a picture of you and ask if I can make you cum. Your other option is to leave now without a climax. You can do whatever you need to on your own. The clock is ticking though. You have five seconds to decide."

I couldn't bare the thought of not climaxing strapped to the Sybian. Simone had defeated me. I thought I could just ride it for a while and enjoy myself, but she broken my spirit and my submissive side needed to come out. I told her I would give her Cecilia's number, but that she had to start a video chat so Cecilia could see me and give me permission to cum. I prayed Cecilia wouldn't be mad. If Simone turned up the Sybian it wouldn't matter if Cecilia wanted me to orgasm or not. I was going to cum. The only question was whether I'd be punished later.

Mistress Cecilia didn't seem surprised that I was calling or even question how I got in the position I was in. Cecilia had obviously been told by Tom I was delivering the Sybian and probably figured I would have to try it. She was happy to temporarily cede control of my body to Simone (thankfully) on the condition that she slowly raised the speed of the Sybian until she figured I couldn't hold out any longer. In other words, it was a test of my ability to control my lust. A test I knew I would fail.

Simone held the phone so Cecilia could watch me struggle not to cum while Margaret slowly inched the speed higher. I was squirming as much as my bindings would allow and humping the top of the Sybian as best I could trying to cum. I didn't care if I got punished later. I needed to orgasm. Just then, I heard a ding from the kitchen. It was like a doorbell but higher pitched. I heard Simone say, "shit!" and then "take the phone" and heard her run out of the room. Her heels were clicking away on the hardwood floor. I heard Margaret chuckle and say beneath her breath, "she's going to be in trouble."

But I didn't care. Margaret chose that moment to skip speeds eight and nine and went right to speed ten. I exploded. Quite literally. The vibe on my g-spot did what it was intended to do and Mistress Cecilia and slave Margaret got an up close and personal view as I squirted woman-cum off the top of the Sybian and into the room. I couldn't see it, but I'm sure I made a mess. It felt like a gallon to liquid came out of me. I'm sure I hit Margaret and I had no doubt there would be a puddle on the table.

"That was amazing, Susan," I heard Cecilia say. "You have got to buy one of those for us."

I was out of breath and could barely ask Margaret to turn off the torturous device. When finally the room was quiet, I heard a door open and a man's voice say, "Margaret, I'm home." She replied, "We're in the play room." Then she told Cecilia we would call her back later. She hung up before Cecilia could respond. Her husband spoke again, "I'll be a couple of minutes."

I wondered what was happening. Margaret first released my ankles and then my blindfold. Looking around, my eyes had to adjust to the light and then I saw the extent of my messy climax. Margaret's chest was wet as was the floor. She then stood on the table to release my wrists from the chain. Her pussy was right at face level just like Simone's had been. Had I not been totally spent, I probably would have licked her to try and get back at her for her teasing my nipple. But I didn't have the energy.

She removed my wrist cuffs and I began to rub my arms to get the circulation flowing again. About 30 seconds later I had finally regained enough composure to ask about her husband and why Simone had run off.

"That's complex," was all she said. "He's got a nice cock though if you want him to fuck you. I'm sure he would enjoy that."

That was not what I was expecting her to say. Post orgasm under normal circumstances I might have taken her up on her offer to fuck her husband, but I figured it was better to just sneak out like Simone had done. I grabbed my clothes and quickly dressed. I looked disheveled, but I just had to make it out the back door and then around to my car. Margaret could explain why I was parked in the driveway. She seemed to understand my unstated plan. She took my hand and led me out of the room. We got down the hallway almost to the kitchen when I made the mistake of looking toward the front door. My gasp gave me away.

There were three men standing just inside the door with their backs to Margaret and me. Simone was kneeling in front of them. Her mouth was tightly sealed against the cock of the man in the middle while her hands were busy stroking the other two men. 

"I told you it was complicated," Margaret repeated. "My husband had an affair with Simone. She was a submissive little slut that worked in his office. I thought our marriage was over. But then as we talked though it, I realized how he was describing what he did to her excited me. After I admitted that his dirty talk of the things he would do to her had made me wet, he dominated me for the first time. Things kind of evolved from there. Simone became my Mistress when we all realized she liked to switch when we played together. She still submits to any man strong enough to take her. We both service my husband and they both like to humiliate me by having me be their maid. But I love it and if they let me, I would drop down and eat your pussy better than anybody ever had done before."