20 comments/ 27968 views/ 2 favorites Alex's Story Ch. 01 By: duckiesmut A note for readers...please have patience, as this is only the beginning of Alex's story...things will turn sexual... Her hands and feet were bound tightly, stretching her body taut across the bed. She maintained perfect form, with her stomach muscles tightened, biceps flexed to display their quiet strength, calves stretched to point her toes downward, and head bowed in submission. Behind the silken scarf serving as a blindfold, her eyes were demurely closed. To the casual observer, she would appear to be the picture of perfect obedience. Often, she would spend numerous hours at a time holding this position, forcing her muscles to bend to the will of his desires for her, and never allowing herself a movement of any kind. She knew the pleasure that he found in thinking of her in his bed, immobile and awaiting his return with utmost patience and diligence. Because of this and her desire to please him in whatever way that her body could provide, she trained herself in patience, taught her muscles to learn the art of stillness, and grew to appreciate the lessons learned during these times when he would test her devotion to him. Although he never had physical proof that she maintained the positions that he desired of her, there was proof of another kind in her eyes when he asked it of her. She would never and could never lie to him. To do so was outside of her concept of reality. However, during the long hours spent training her body to serve him in this fashion, her mind would often wander outside of her physical environment, proving to be her one act of rebellion against him. He controlled her body completely, but her mind would escape to past memories and thoughts, allowing her relief from the present torturous, numbing hours. She kept this one small freedom to herself to cherish and enjoy while he was away, hoping in this fashion to maintain a fragment of the control she once had over herself. In these long moments, she found joy in her past. These moments, however, would eventually cause her more pain than she could imagine. It was in one of these long expanses of time that she let her mind roam, remembering her first encounter with him. Eyes closed and at ease, she felt herself sifting back through years of memories to that day... Alex's Story Ch. 01 My given name is Alexandra but you can call me Alex. That's what the people I care about call me. I'm 29 years old and identify as lesbian. My sexual preference is young girls. Legal age, of course, but barely legal, thank you! This doesn't mean I don't have men in my life: I do. They are my clients, and they call me many names: Jennifer, Tiffany, Cheryl. I call my clients one name: Daddy. As in, "I want you to fuck me, Daddy." And, "oh Daddy, I love to feel you inside me." And "fill me with your cum, Daddy!" Whatever it takes to get the old fucks off. I'm a whore, and a well-paid one to boot. Now I'm aware that some working girls, as the sisterhood has always been known, now are calling themselves "sex workers." I don't deny that providing sex is work but I don't like the term. I think they are copying academics who want to regularize what they call sex work. I'm down with that, but consider: a camgirl is a sex worker, as is a stripper, as is an escort, as is a sugar baby, as is a trophy wife married to a much older man, and fuck it, as is a wife, period. They are all providing sexual gratification, mainly to men, in exchange for material recompense. After all, we don't call dentists and dental hygienists "tooth workers," although they both work on our teeth. So I'm a whore, and have no qualms about calling myself a whore. My therapist says I have unresolved daddy issues. My real father died in a car crash when I was very young and my mother remarried a real bastard, who did things to me I can't describe here because of the age limits on this site, especially after my mom died, so you'll have to use your filthy imagination. Let's just say that when I left home at age 18 with a few hundred dollars in my pocket that I stole from the pig, I had no interest whatsoever in men. Of course now I do have sex with a few very wealthy men for money. It helps pay the rent and keeps me in champaign and caviar. But I get as much money, if not more, from my best client, my former mistress, Barbara. Speaking again of names, to her face, I still call Barbara "Mistress" because she needs to have everyone in her household or her employ be her slave, but it's been years since I was a submissive slut in her bed. To me, she's a client, a very good one, but it's no longer her aging cunt I crave but the lovely young runaways she collects - I was once one such - and especially her pet slave and bedmate Kimmie, the Korean girl she bought in a Seoul brothel. Kimmie is 18 and I go crazy slurping her pussy juices and fingering her tight little cunt and her tighter asshole. But I am getting ahead of myself. I met Barbara when I got off the bus in city. I had run away from the small town I had grown up in with a few hundred dollars I had stolen from my stepfather, the pig who had ... me (cannot say here), the minute I turned 18. I had stuck around to graduate high school because I wasn't stupid enough to go off on my own without even a high school diploma. And I had read up on what happens to so many runaway girls in the city and I did not want to become one of them. In a way, I did become one of them because I became a whore, but I'm more of a high-class provider of a very specialized service for wealthy perverts rather than a streetwalker and crack addict. Which is what so many runaways become. I had sat in the very back of the bus so I was the last person to get off. I had noticed several other teenage girls on the bus, each traveling alone with only a knapsack, and had pegged them for runaways. Sure enough, when I got off the bus, I saw that each one had attracted a gaggle of well-dressed bling-wearing young dudes whose outifts proclaimed "pimp" loudly. "Pathetic, isn't it?" I turned my head and saw standing beside me a middle-aged but attractive matron, dressed to the nines in designer clothing and wearing elegantly understated jewelry, her blonde hair cut stylishly. "These pimps will tell the girl how pretty she is, offer her a place to stay and food and drugs, become her so-called boyfriend, then say he's invited some friends over for a party and he wants her to 'be nice' to them. Before she knows what end is up, six men will have gang raped her and her so-called boyfriend, who has addicted her to heroin or crack, will be beating her if she doesn't go out on the street to turn tricks. In a few years, she'll be a washed-out, used-up piece of shit but he won't care as he will have found several others by then. Pathetic." "So what do you offer that's better?" I asked bluntly. "What's your name?" she asked. "Alex." "Barbara. I am glad to meet you." She took my hand in hers and held it tightly in her grip. "What I can offer is shelter, food, and whatever you want. You can participate in the games we play in my house or just watch or stay a few days and leave. It's up to you. I never force anyone to do anything. I get off on having people submit to me willingly. If you stay, you will call me Mistress and service me as I require. If you don't wish to submit, you won't owe me a thing. I'm rich enough to give away whatever I want and still have plenty left." Although I knew I would never totally submit to anyone, I found her compelling and authoritative. She was strong, sure of herself, and completely in command, all qualities I aspired to have but knew that I lacked. Perhaps she can teach me, I thought. "I'll come along with you," I said, "and about the rest, we'll see how we get on." "Quite right, Alex," Barbara said. She took out a pager and pushed a button. A moment later, a limosine pulled up. The liveried chauffer got out and opened the back door for Barbara and me to enter. Then he got back behind the wheel and drove off. The first thing I noticed was that the windows were tinted black so that nobody could look in. The second thing I noticed was the three giggling blonde teenage girls in the back seat, all dressed identically in short shorts and spaghetti strap t-shirts with the word "houseslut" written out in cursive. "These are a few of my girls," Barbara said. "Do they please you? Would you like to fuck one of them? Would you like one of them or all of them to fuck you? They will do anything you want if I tell them to. Isn't that right, sluts?" Barbara asked them. "Yes, Mistress. We sluts exist to serve you," they said in unison, then broke out in helpless giggles. Barbara whispered in my ear, "They're high most of the time and complete airheads, though I find them charming and love to have them lick my cunt. But they need someone responsible to manage them and discipline them. Perhaps administering discipline would appeal to you, Alex." "Maybe," I said. This was all going very fast. "As to fucking, I think I'll wait on that till I'm more sure of what I want." "As you wish, dear," Barbara said. "Meanwhile we have a long ride ahead of us and Mommy needs her pussy licked. Tiffany," she addressed one of the blondes, "come here and suck my cunt." "Yes, Mistress, of course Mistress," the girl said, kneeling on the floor of the car, pulling up Barbara's skirt, and removing her panties. "This slut is pleased to serve the Mistress." Where on earth did she learn this corny banter, I wondered. But I had a close-up view of Barbara's shaved pussy as Tiffany inserted a finger into it and leaned in to suck and lick her Mistress. Meanwhile the other two girls, their names being Amber and Jennifer as I learned later, lay down head to toe and began to lick and finger each other's pussies. Soon the car was filled with the sounds and smells of sex and while I was not touching myself, I found myself getting more and more aroused. Forty-five minutes later we arrived at Barbara's country estate. The massive iron gates swung open as the limo entered the grounds and then closed behind us. I wondered whether I could adopt to the life Barbara was offering. Alex's Story Ch. 01 The subway slowed to a halt as he finished speaking. With a slight smile, he stepped out of the car without any further words. She stood still, unnerved by his certainty that she would be there. The doors began to close, and she stepped out of the car quickly. Walking out of the station, she was deep in thought about their brief conversation. Who was he to be so sure of her compliance? And yet, in the back of her mind, she too knew that she would be meeting him tonight. There was something about this man that infuriated her as well as drew her to him. He had a presence that set him apart from the other men of her acquaintance. What made her all the more angry was that she could not figure out what it was that distinguished this man from all the rest. All day, these thoughts stewed in her mind. Who was this man? What was his story? Why did his mere words set her heart racing? Instead of grading undergraduate papers, she found herself doodling and making pro/con lists on blank scraps of paper. On these lists, the cons always heavily outweighed the pros, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach continued to remind her of why she was going. She had to know why this man could make her feel such strong emotions so quickly, even if it was irrational and illogical. Forcing her mind to the grading at hand, she grudgingly accepted to herself that she would indeed be meeting him that night. Alex's Story Ch. 02 He sat in front of her with a small smile on his face, teasing her stomach lightly with the thin strap of leather he held. She was standing, eyes closed beneath a blindfold, with headphones filling her ears with classical music. Every few minutes, he would lean forward and brush it across her chest, down her stomach, over her hips, and then slide it away, leaving her shaking in anticipation. It was a test of her resolve, her determination, and her desire to please him, no matter what the cost to her personal pleasure and needs. It mattered little to her, for her mind was wandering back to the days when things all began. It all started that first moment on the subway, and went from there… … It had been four hours since she’d left the coffee shop and told him goodbye, but her eyes wouldn’t close and her brain refused to shut down. She’d learned so much from their hours-long conversation, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, needed to know more. Instead of satisfying her curiosity, the time they had shared only multiplied it. A smile passed over her face as she relished the thought that she was not the only one to feel that way. Evidently, he had reasons of his own for wanting to see her again. He was to call her in the morning; that is, if she ever managed to fall asleep. She lay in bed, remembering their conversation and his gentlemanly behavior. Smiling to herself, she replayed the last few minutes of their time together. She hadn’t known what to expect when the evening eventually came to a close. But when he took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips lightly, her knees went weak and only her reflexes kept her standing. He had laughed softly, and his words still seemed cryptic. “I only take what is freely given.” Curling up against her pillow, she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. Her last thoughts as she drifted off were of the strange man she’d met, and the fact that she somehow still didn’t know his name. … He’d called the next morning, as he said he would, proving to Alex that not *all* men abide by the three day rule when calling after a date. The conversation was brief, and it sounded like he was in the middle of work, but she thought that she heard in his voice how pleased he was to speak with her. They made plans to meet that night, and Alex was especially excited because she was going to meet one of his good friends. Before the call ended, she had asked in an embarrassed voice, “I feel silly for not thinking to ask before now, but what is your name?” Chuckling, he’d replied, “Robert. My name is Robert Thompson. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to ask.” They were both smiling when they finished the call, with plans to meet at seven. Only after she’d gotten ready to go to the university, and was walking out the door, did Alex remember that she’d already made plans for the night with Emily. She spent the subway ride attempting to explain to her friend over the telephone why she was going to miss going to the theatre. “What do you mean you can’t go, Alex?” Alex sighed and tried to think of a proper explanation. “Em, there’s a man I met who I’m supposed to meet tonight. When I accepted, I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that you and I had made plans to go see the show.” “I don’t understand. You express no interest in men in how long? And tonight, the night of the one play that I’ve ever actually wanted to see, you flake on me?” She was silent for a moment, and then continued. “Is this the same man you ditched me the other day to meet?” Her friend’s harsh words caused Alex to wince, and she knew she’d never survive the guilt if she didn’t go to the show with Em. “I’m sorry, Em. I’ll call him and tell him I won’t be able to make it tonight.” To herself, she thought, how am I going to explain this? Stepping off of the subway car and walking up the street to the university, she dialed the number he’d given her for his office. A woman with a brusque voice answered the phone. “Parker, Stevens and Thompson, this is Christina. How may I direct your call?” “Robert Thompson, please.” “He’s in a meeting. Is there something that I can help you with instead?” To Alex’s ears, the offer was as fake as a box of platinum hair color. “I’d just like to leave a message, please.” Alex forced herself to remain polite despite the woman’s insincere tones. The connection was quiet for a moment, and Alex waited patiently. ‘The blonde’, as Alex had labeled her mentally, interrupted the silence with a harsh “Well??” “You did have a message, correct?” Swallowing a rude response, Alex replied. “Yes thanks, I do. I just wanted to make sure that you were ready to take it down.” To herself, Alex thought that even grandmother couldn’t find fault with those manners. The woman was silent, and Alex took that as her cue. “Please tell Robert to call Alex St—” “Miss Stone??” The woman’s voice had risen at least an octave. Alex couldn’t help but be curious about the blonde’s sudden change of inflection. “Yes, this is Alex Stone. Alex is fine; there’s no need to worry with ‘Miss Stone’.” “My sincere apologies for making you wait, Alex. If I’d known, I would have patched you right through.” Mind whirling, Alex wondered what Robert had said to this woman to make her respond in such a bizarre fashion. “It’s no trouble, and there’s no need for you to get him out of a meeting. If you’d just tell him that I called, I’d appreciate it.” A note of relief was evident in the woman’s voice. “Thank you, Alex. Does he have the number?” “He does, yes. And thank you, for your help. I’m sure you have to deal with more phone calls in one day that I could ever imagine.” They both ended the call smiling; Alex, pleased to discover that the woman wasn’t in fact evil, and Christina, pleased that she wouldn’t be in trouble with her boss. … Alex made it through her morning by forcing herself to concentrate on the work heaped on her desk. By midmorning, she had slipped off her shoes and curled her legs up under herself, reading a proposal one of the other graduate assistants had given her first thing that morning. When the Dean popped his head into her little office, she jumped in surprise. Laughing heartily in response, he seated himself on one of the two bright red velvet chairs seated in front of her desk and looked around her eclectic little office. “Alex, I’m certain I’m not the first to tell you that you have the most bizarrely exceptional taste in furniture.” She grinned, placed the proposal in its folder on her desk, and set it aside. “Why, thank you, Mr. Lucas. I’ll have to bring you a picture of my living room one day. But somehow I doubt that you found your way down here into my little corner of the university to discuss interior design.” His face evened out, light banter replaced by a professional smile. “I know that we told you we would be able to give you time in making your decision about the semester abroad program.” He cleared his throat and laughed. “I’m just here to see if there’s anything we can do to help you in making your choice.” A brief, sparkling smile flashed over her face. “Now, Mr. Lucas, do you really want me to take the surprise away from you?” He laughed, and she continued, smiling. “All joking aside, I will call you with my decision within the week.” Muffled ringing came from her purse and the Dean smiled. “I’ll let you get that, Alex, and I look forward to hearing from you.” Still smiling from the pleasant encounter, she answered the phone call cheerfully. Robert’s voice on the other end made her stomach flip. “Hello Alexandra. Christina gave me a note that you had called earlier. Is everything alright?” She blushed despite herself, and her words tumbled out in a rush. “Everything’s okay. I made a bit of a scheduling flub for this evening. When I told you I was available, I neglected that I already had plans with my friend Emily to go and see a play tonight. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I hope you’re not upset, and I—” He interrupted her rambling soothingly. “Little one, it’s okay. I’m not angry with you.” The thoughts that had flooded her brain eased back gently, and she took a slow breath of relief. She refused to allow herself the time to wonder why his simple words influenced her the way that they did. Robert continued, and she heard the smile in his voice. “I’d prefer it from now on if you would check your schedule before making any plans with me. Such a thing happening once or twice is understandable. More often, much less understandable.” Despite herself, Alex couldn’t help but wonder if she was being gently chastised. Even more so, she was at a loss for why it didn’t bother her. Instead of expressing the disdain or indignation that would usually spring from something along the lines of what he had just said, she responded instead with a quiet, sincere “Thank you, Robert.” … She was forced back to the present by the sharp tap of leather against her thigh. “Alexandra, I’d prefer to think that I’m wrong in this instance, but you’re not paying attention, are you?” Immediately, Alex knew that things had suddenly become unpleasant. He hadn’t called her Alexandra in ages. And the tone of his voice. It made her stomach clench. Calm, cold, empty of emotion. She hesitated, and felt the leather hit sharply, higher on her thigh. “I’m sorry, Sir.” He was quiet, and as the time lengthened, her worry worsened. “Explain to me what was more important than focusing on our time together.” She felt him untie the blindfold, and she blinked, focusing her eyes. “I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear. I want to know what you’re thinking, what you’re really thinking. What you’ve been hiding behind that pretty face of yours. Tell me, Alex. There are no choices this time.” She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Thoughts flowed in rapid succession through her brain as she tried to shape them into words. “Stop trying to make it sound nice, Alex. Just tell me.” He watched her struggle for words, and after a few minutes, he broke the silence. “Go upstairs, Alex. Dress. And wait.” She turned on her heel to go upstairs, but his voice stopped her. “Alex?” “While you wait, ask yourself what just happened. Ask yourself why you’re keeping this from me. Why it’s a struggle to be honest with me.” “Yes, Sir.” She whispered. “And Alex…one more thing.” She raised her eyes from the floor to his face and listened. In a gentle voice, he continued. “Remember the three things I required of you when you first came here to be with me. And remember that they haven’t changed.” She squeezed her eyes shut tight to keep hot tears from sliding down her cheeks, because she knew of what he spoke. Honesty. Openness. Trust. Alex's Story Ch. 02 "Let me explain to you how my house is organized," Barbara was saying. We were seated at a small glass table in a lounge area of the house. The giggling housesluts had been sent to their quarters, and Barbara and I were alone except for Manuel, Barbara's "faggot houseboy" (as she called him) and the only male who was permitted in her domain. Manuel had made us both highballs, which he had served in martini glasses. Manuel was naked except for a leather thong wrapped around the base of his abnormally long and uncircumcised shaft. The thong was attached on either end to a little silver bell, which tinkled as he walked, to warn residents, so Barbara said, that "a penis was approaching." "You have probably heard of Karl Marx," Barbara said. "Marx believed that the ideal society would be one organized around the principle, 'From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.' In other words, everyone gives his best effort and gets all his needs met in return." She went on, "My ideal society is organized along different lines. Here the operating principle might be described as, 'From each slave according to MY needs, to each slave according to her addiction.' I will explain in a minute," she continued. "Manuel," Barbara said, "my drink needs to be stirred. Come here." "Yes, Mistress," Manuel said, and padded over, his bells tinkling as he came. When he was standing next to her, Barbara took his cock in her hand, put it in her drink, stirred it two or three times, and removing his cock, put it in her mouth and sucked it dry. "Now stir my young guest's drink, Manuel," Barbara said. "Yes, Mistress," Manuel said. I took Barbara's lead and repeated her actions, stirring my drink with the houseboy's member and then sucking it, feeling him wilting in my mouth. "You see," Barbara explained, "Manuel doesn't get excited by a girl sucking his cock, isn't that right?" "Yes, Mistress, truly," Manuel said. "He needs his ass fucked by a strong boy, don't you Manuel?" Barbara asked. "Yes, please, Mistress." "Well go outside and find that cute gardener. I gave him $100 earlier and told him I'd send you out to be fucked in your ass. You should find him in the rose garden. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," the houseboy gushed, rushing out of the room. "You see?" Barbara said. "Manuel has several addictions. Primary is his need to be humiliated. Second is his insatiable need for cock up his ass. And then there is the need for security: he's an undocumented illegal immigrant who I picked up off the streets selling his ass for spare change and now he is safe and warm and well fed, with boys to fuck him whenever I arrange it. "What about the girls?" I asked. "The housesluts? Their addictions are rather simple," Barbara said. "Affection and protection, no money worries, an allowance for shopping and all the drugs and pussy they want. After three years or so, I send them packing with a check for $20,000 to start life with, and if a girl shows some effort, I might set her up as a manicurist or a hair stylist or a webcam model. And some have become whores though I think of a better class than had they been pimped out by those scum we saw at the bus terminal." "And what about me?" I asked. "Well of course if you want to be a houseslut, there's always room for one more. But I'd rather hoped you'd become my bedpet." "And what does that mean?" "A bedpet is my special slut. She stays with me at night while I use whichever girl strikes my fancy that night and she acts as my assistant in our various special nights: puppy training, discipline, and my weekly 'book club' (she made air quotes around the term) with my college sorority sisters. "Don't you have a bedpet?" I asked. "I did," she said, "but she left for California this week, the little bitch, to make high-class porn movies. So I really would prefer you to choose to be my special pet. And there are advantages: you are excused from housework and from certain other chores, and should you wish to do so, you may whip the girls for me when we have discipline night. Would you like to whip a slut for me, Alex?" Barbara asked, taking my hand in hers. "Yes, I would," I replied. She slapped me hard across the face. "Why did you do that?" I gasped. "You will address me as Mistress!" Barbara said. "Is that understood." "Yes." Another slap. "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl," Barbara said, hiking up her dress. "Now Mommy needs her pussy licked so get down on your knees and be a good little pet for Mommy. II did as I was told, which I was learning was how Barbara expected everyone in her world to do. Her pussy was completely bald and had been rouged a light red color so it looked like a gash in her body. I took her firm ass in my hands and stuck my tongue inside her. I had not had too much practice in muff diving but I had experimented with a girl in school when I could get away from my stepfather and his buddies. It had felt so good to lie in her arms and suck on her puffy nipples and feel her hand on my clit. I tried to remember everything she had done to me so I could meet Barbara's needs, as I realized my own security depended on pleasing her. "From each slave according to MY needs, to each slave according to her addiction," Barbara had said. I wondered what agreeing to be my Mistress's bedslut would mean for my future. Alex's Story Ch. 03 Loud strains of an obnoxious song woke Alex from a deep sleep. Rolling over on her side, eyes still shut tight, she felt around for the snooze button on the alarm to silence the awful music. Long ago, she had learned that the only way she could wake up when short on sleep was to set her alarm to music she found extremely distasteful. Wiggling her toes, she yawned sleepily and turned onto her stomach, pressing her face gently into the pillow. Nine minutes later, the sounds ensued, and Alex grudgingly turned the alarm off and slid from her bed. Bending at the waist, she stretched downward slowly, touching the ground with the palms of her hands, enjoying the exquisite stretch throughout her body. Raising herself back up languidly, she smiled as she recalled the previous evening. The play had been wonderfully performed and excellently directed, though its premise left a viewer leaving with more questions than answers. On the subway ride back from the theatre, amidst discussing the production, Em had apologized for her behavior earlier in the day. On the whole, it had been a wonderful evening. However, Alex couldn’t help but wonder what she had missed in being unable to spend her time with Robert. Stretching her arms out over her head, she walked toward the bathroom with her head in the clouds. Blushing lightly, she wondered at the way her body responded, unbidden, when she thought of him. Never had she experienced such a physical response from just thinking of a man, much less a man she had never known intimately. Feeling the blush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, Alex slipped the thin white camisole over her head and down her arms, placing it in the hamper next to the sink. She looked down, laughing quietly in private embarrassment and pleasure at her hardened nipples, swollen and flushed pink with her thoughts. Running a hand across her waist and over her right breast, drawing a teasing circle around the sensitive skin, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her. Gentle and tender…or rough and coarse…touching…grazing…pulling…twisting. Moaning softly as her mind spun a delicious thread of mental pictures, Alex flattened her palm and brushed it across the tip of one nipple, sucking in a deep breath at the sensation. Giggling softly, she reluctantly withdrew her hand from her chest before she could get so distracted that she would forget about her morning meeting and spend a few hours languishing in pleasure. Sliding her thumbs into the low waistband of her matching white panties, she slid them down her legs and off quickly, adding them to the small pile in the hamper. Smiling to herself, she slid the shower curtain back partly and bent to turn on the water. Hanging a fluffy towel on the hook next to the bath, she cursed under her breath at the limitations of her apartment. It took a full five minutes for the water to turn hot, and it never lasted for more than fifteen minutes. The stove was unpredictable, the walls thin, and the kitchen miniscule. However, she constantly had to remind herself that her rent was substantially less than was standard for her neighborhood, due in large part to the fact that it was subsidized by the university. Stepping into the refreshing spray of water, she turned, feeling it soaking through her hair and coursing down her body. Forcing herself to keep her thoughts from taking a sexual turn, Alex mapped out her day mentally. First thing in the morning was a meeting with the other graduate students in her department to discuss some of the issues that would arise when the funding for her research ended. There were gaps that would need to be filled in her absence, whether she decided to cut ties with the university completely or chose to go with the semester abroad option instead. She loved the idea of teaching out of the country, but they hadn’t told her *where* she would be needed. Teaching in Southeast Asia was blatantly less appealing than Northern Italy. Finishing her quick shower, she stepped into her robe and wrapped the towel loosely around her head. After the meeting, there was some office work to be done, and when that was finished, she had a lunch date scheduled loosely around one o’clock with Em and a few of their friends. She was still uncertain what the rest of her day would hold, as the entire department had the afternoon off for a late spring holiday. Classes for the students were over, and the Dean had decided that a break was needed before the department waded through the post-semester work that lay ahead of them. Humming cheerfully, she bent at the waist and turned her head upside down, sliding the towel off of her head and to the floor. Squeezing excess water from her hair onto the towel, she smiled, remembering that Robert was supposed to call later in the evening. Fumbling for the gel container, she opened it and squirted some into her hand, distributing it through her hair with her fingers. She scrunched the curls lightly with her fingertips, setting the gel, and then straightened as she picked up the towel and tossed it over the side of the bathtub. She headed toward the closet, smiling to herself. Unwrapping several items still covered from the cleaners, she folded the light plastic bag and placed it on top of a teetering pile of shoe boxes. Grinning, she took her favorite skirt from its hanger and selected a scarlet button-down shirt. Grabbing a fun pair of low black heels with her other hand, she walked to her bed and dropped her selections gently on the bedspread and turned toward the dresser. Opening the top drawer, she smiled to herself and pulled out her favorite set of lingerie. Her mind drifted again to Robert and she blushed unconsciously. For a man she had met so recently, she could not keep him from her mind. She slipped the black lace straps onto her shoulders and clasped the material expertly behind her back. Adjusting the cups, she laughed softly at herself as her hands wandered lower than was necessary, brushing nipples that lately seemed constantly hard. She rolled her eyes, still laughing softly, and set the matching panties on the bed beside her other clothes. Sliding her fingertips beneath the lace, she pulled the nipple upward gently, freeing her breast from the soft material. Smiling in delight, she ran a fingernail over the taut nipple and shivered softly. She repeated the act with her other breast, smiling at the sight of her chest resting gently above black lace. Taking one hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed it lightly before twisting upward and pulling it away from her breast. Letting it slip from her fingers, she moaned quietly and felt around in her partially-open lingerie drawer for “the box”. Opening it quickly, she slipped out the red vibe that had been one of her Christmas gifts from Em. She laughed to herself and thought out loud. “Whoever says diamonds are a girl’s best friend has *definitely* never had a vibrator.” Alex turned the small knob at the base slightly and grinned as it buzzed to life. Touching it to each swollen nipple, she shuddered and slid onto the chaise lounge in the corner of her bedroom. Laying herself gently on the long chair, she spread her legs and closed her eyes a moment, enjoying the vibrations on her sensitive breasts. She licked her lips and thought of Robert. That smile…those amazing eyes…those shoulders. Biting her lower lip softly, she imagined those shoulders without clothes…in front of her…with the rest of him…all of him. Shaking softly, she brought the vibe lower and pressed it against the top of her pubic bone, trembling at the sensations. Sliding the tip of the vibrator lower, she avoided her clit and rubbed it over the wet opening. “So wet,” she mumbled to herself. Feeling the hard little nub begging for attention, she slid the thick vibe slowly up the length of her pussy and grazed it over her sensitive clit. She gasped and her hips pressed upward instinctively. Pulling hard at a nipple with the fingers of one hand, she held the vibe tightly against her clit with the other, her body beginning to shake with need. Bringing fingers from her breast to her open mouth, she licked and sucked them before guiding them, glistening, down to her cunt, sliding one, then two fingers, deep inside. Alex sucked in a breath and her hips arched upward, fingers sliding in and out slickly. Biting hard at her lower lip, she fumbled one-handed with the levels of the vibe and turned it up. Her eyes flew open and her hips pressed up harder against the toy, forcing her fingers deeper inside. She slid a third finger into her pussy, trembling at the sensations wracking her body. Moaning constantly, she fucked her fingers in and out of her clenching pussy as her mind flashed pictures of Robert in continuous succession. She imagined his mouth on hers, her fingers as his fingers. Sliding them in and out, those gorgeous blue eyes lit with desire, watching her orgasm build. She saw his mouth sliding down, brushing her clit, licking and sucking and tugging gently with his teeth. Thrusting her hips upward strongly against her fingers, she felt his tongue sliding into her cunt thickly, pressing into her and licking quickly in and out. Alex gasped as her pussy tightened around her fingers and she fucked her spasming cunt faster, pushing herself higher and higher until she screamed out her orgasm, fingers flying, vibe pressed tightly to her throbbing clit. Shuddering and slowing her fingers down gently, she blushed furiously, mindful once again of the thin walls of her apartment. Turning the vibe off, she shifted softly against the chaise lounge and stroked her clit lightly, feeling the warm remnants of pleasure floating through her body. Alex closed her eyes slowly and saw his face. She licked her lips and laughed self-consciously, whispering softly to herself. “It’s been too long if just thinking of him does this to me.” She bit her lip and swallowed, knowing it was a lie… ******* Hurrying into the building, Alex brushed her hair away from her face with one hand and smoothed her skirt over her hips with the other. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she opened the door to the tiny lecture hall they had fashioned into a conference room earlier in the year. Two of the graduate students were seated around the long, oblong table Alex had stumbled across at a garage sale early one Saturday morning. One of them, Jennifer, looked up and laughed as Alex rushed inside. “Having a rough morning, Alex?” she asked, her voice tinged with laughter. The other girl, Madeline, chuckled and grinned at Alex, waiting for her reply. Alex laughed and settled her bag next to one of the chairs across from the seated students. Taking out several file folders, she responded, trying to keep the embarrassment from her voice. “Do you have those mornings that just …um…don’t quite go the way you intend?” Jennifer grinned at Alex and quipped, “I have those mornings all the time”, putting huge emphasis on the ‘all’. Shaking her head, Alex settled into the slightly battered chair and blushed furiously. “Looks like I’m not getting away with this one, am I?” Jennifer winked. “No. But we won’t tell anybody.” With those words, the door pushed open and three more people walked inside. She giggled and dropped the subject, striking up a conversation with one of the girls who had walked in about afternoon plans. ****** During the meeting, Alex attempted to focus on the topics at hand, but her mind continued to wander back to her morning. She listened to those speaking, and spoke where it was needed, but her cheeks were flushed a light pink that deepened slowly as the meeting wore on. By the time that all potential issues were discussed and addressed, her legs were tired from being crossed and uncrossed continuously. Madeline made a brief summary about the new division of responsibilities, and there was a general agreement amongst the group. Jennifer laughed as the meeting ended and several of the students stood up to leave the room. “Alex, we’ve taken a poll. You just can’t leave.” Rolling her eyes, Alex giggled and lowered her voice to a silly growl, doing her best impression of Dean Lucas. “The department appreciates the work you have done for us, but at this time, we need you elsewhere.” Madeline shook her head and muttered dryly, “That damned royal ‘we’.” Grinning, Alex gave her a spontaneous hug. Jennifer took that moment to giggle wickedly and said, “Careful, now, Alex. You know Maddie swings that way.” Madeline laughed and waggled her eyebrows at Alex before turning to tell Jennifer unabashedly, “What can I say. I like girls. Sadly, though, Alex has made clear her adoration of the male form.” Rounding her eyes, she sighed dramatically and sank into her chair. Alex shrugged her shoulders and grinned, mimicking Madeline. “What can I say. I like men.” She winked at Jennifer mischievously and continued. “Shoulders, eyes, cheekbones. Mmmmmm. Did I mention shoulders? Waists and thighs and calves and-” With a laugh, Madeline interrupted her. “I get it, I get it. Just stop with the heterosexual drooling before I hurt someone, please.” Alex sniffled and hid a giggle. “But Maddie, I haven’t even gotten to the *good* parts yet.” Reaching out from her chair, Madeline flicked Alex’s shoulder. “Anymore and I might feel the urge to launch into a diatribe about the joys of whiney, off-key, acoustic ballads that-” Jennifer interrupted with a smirk. “You don’t even like that sort of music, Maddie.” With a straight face, Madeline replied, “That’s right. But I could learn to love it, just to irritate the hell out of you.” ****** Walking back to her tiny office, Alex heard the quiet buzzing of her phone in her purse. She fished it out of her purse cheerfully, and saw that it was Em’s phone number flashing on the screen. “Heeeeello? Dis is the Hut of Pizzzzza. May I…your order…take?” Laughing, Em replied, “Someone’s sure in a silly good mood. How’s things, pizza lady?” “Goodgoodgood.” Alex turned the corner and came to an abrupt stop. “I was just calling to see if you could move lunch up. My appointment’s been rescheduled, for the life of me, I don’t know why, probably one of those things where they double-book in case someone no-shows, but what about when both people show …” She interrupted her own tangent. “Alex, is everything okay?” “Em, this is something you need to see for yourself.” “On my way. Should I worry?” “No hints.” The grin in her voice colored her words. Em laughed. “Now I’m all curious. Be there in five minutes.” Alex hung up the phone, and refocused her attention on the entrance to her office. Two red pots sat on either side of the open door, filled with picture-perfect red primroses splashed with bright yellow at each center. Red marigolds were twined with baby’s breath along the doorframe. Shaking her head, giggling, and grinning at the same time, she took a step inside the doorway. Placed about the room were matching pots, these filled with brilliant red daisies, lilies, and snapdragons. Stopping to smell each arrangement, her eyes fell on the vase on her desk. Deep pink tea roses tipped with fiery red were held together with spirals of gossamer white ribbon around the stems beneath the clear glass. On the desk beside it was a folded note that Alex grabbed up quickly. She opened the smooth linen paper and grinned as she recognized the handwriting. Alexandra Have dinner with me tonight. I know there are supposed to be rules for this sort of thing, and I have the vague memory that asking on the same day is frowned upon. Please accept the flowers as my way of suggesting you avoid the rules. If the idea feels strange to you, know that I enjoyed giving you something pretty. Eight o’clock… Robert Attached to the note were directions from her apartment to an address with which she wasn’t familiar. Alex rolled her eyes and giggled. He was certainly confident, to say the least. A part of her couldn’t help but be attracted to that sheer self-confidence and what seemed like an innate security he had in who he was. Whoever he was. Her mind drifted to the time they had spent together. In all actuality, it was not much time at all. The rational side of her mind found it hard to accept how much she trusted him. Despite that, there was no denying it. “But why?” she whispered quietly to herself. Em stepped through the door, and Alex turned, grinning at her. “Want a flower?” Gaping, Em looked around the room slowly. “Is this from ‘the guy’?” Alex laughed softly. “Yes, dear. They’re from ‘the guy’. However, this is the least ‘guy-like’ man I’ve ever met.” Em let out an exasperated sigh. “How do you do it, Alex? No men in your life, and all of a sudden, you have one who would do something like this??” She shrugged and laughed. “Don’t ask me, Em. And I don’t ‘have’ him. He just hasn’t stumbled onto all my deep, dark secrets yet.” Bending down to sniff one of the tea roses appraisingly, Em rolled her eyes. “What deep dark secrets? Ohhhhh! You mean that---oooooo…I should shush. There could be hidden cameras!” Alex decided it was best for once to just keep her mouth shut and held up the note for her friend to read. Em’s eyes rounded and she grinned, straightening her shoulders. She spoke seriously. “You do know what this means, don’t you, Alex?” Biting back a laugh, Alex cleared her throat. “What does it mean, Miss Emily?” Em frowned at her. “It means, my dear, dear friend….that we…” She trailed off and lowered her eyes a moment before raising them. “We must….shop.” Laughing hard at her friend, Alex raised her hands in partial surrender. “We shop. After lunch?” Continuing in her dramatics, Emily pressed on, with a hand lightly against her collarbone. “In times like these, we must look beyond our baser desires for food to more important…more vital…more life-affirming things…..like clothes!” ****** It was the perfect dress. Alex stood in front of her open closet with Emily, and they smiled together. Fresh from their shopping adventures, it was hanging on the inside of the door. Em turned to Alex and laughed. “What are you waiting for? Put the damned thing on. We spent long enough searching for it.” Alex hugged her spontaneously. “Today was such fun. Thank you for not strangling me. I have a feeling I was more than a little picky.” Rolling her eyes, Em chuckled and poked her playfully in the stomach. “You weren’t picky. Picky is looking for that perfect shade of pink in a sweater. Today… Alex, my dear friend, today…you were searching for the Holy Grail.” Alex burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Grinning at Em, her laughter subsided to giggles and she replied, “And I do believe we found it, didn’t we?” Em eyed the dress carefully like an artist studies his masterpiece. “Yes. Yes, we most certainly did.” ****** Tugging nervously at the ends of the light wrap settled around her shoulders, she walked along the paved sidewalk, smiling at the quaint lanterns lighting the pathway. This was an area she had never seen before. Located just beyond the western edge of the city, there was an even mix of elegant homes and stately businesses. Alex’s curiosity grew as she watched the numbers inch closer to those of the address she had memorized before leaving her apartment. Where was she going? What was she doing? Would he think it strange that she had promised to call her friend when she had arrived? Questions flowed through her brain, but they stopped abruptly as she spotted a building with 1321 engraved in curved script above a large white door. Her mind quieted as the tiny click of her heels came to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the fenced yard. Alex's Story Ch. 03 From a distance of eleven years, it's hard for me to recognize that young girl - awkward and dressed in ragged jeans and a t-shirt, no make up or styled hair, bedraggled and frankly dirty after a long bus ride - who found herself kneeling in front of Barbara's cunt, wondering how to please this uber-rich society bitch on whom depended her next meal. I thought of Cheryl, the buxom classmate in whom I had confided during my senior year. As I've said, without going into detail, my primary sexual experience had been being gangraped by much older men, who of course cared nothing for my pleasure but used me as they would use a rag or some other inert object. It was all about them getting off, not about pleasing me in any way. Finally, when I had permission to sleep overnight at Cheryl's while my stepfather was out of town on a business trip, I told her what was being done to me. "Oh Alex, how awful," Cheryl had said, giving me a hug. We were sitting up in her bed wearing only our nighties, and Cheryl's ample D-cup breasts swelled against the fabric of her nightie as she took me in her arms. I nestled my head between her breasts and without thinking about what I was doing, took a nipple in my mouth and began to suck like a baby. "Oh Alex, how I've wanted you to do that," Cheryl sighed, putting her hand into my panties and touching my sex, sending an electric current straight from my cunt to my brain. I began to feel moist and she worked first one finger, then two, then three into my pussy as she stroked me while I sucked at both her breasts and kissed her lips and neck and earlobes. I thought of Cheryl as I began to lick Mistress Barbara's much older but still well-preserved slit, sliding my fingers into her cunt as Cheryl had done for mine. She let out a moan and wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me tighter into her pussy. When she began to writhe and I sensed the moment was right, I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and stuck my middle finger right up her anus, which caused her to twitch uncontrollably and emit a howl of both surprise and pleasure. I felt her come in my mouth and lapped up her flow of pussy juices till she stopped twitching. "Was Mistress pleased with her bedpet's performance?" I asked. "Let's say you show promise," Barbara said. "After you've been cleaned and prepared for my use properly, we'll be able to judge better. I'll take you to the girls now and let them handle you." She led me to the girls' quarters. It was early afternoon and the housesluts were just emerging from bed, having partied all night. They were dressed in identical transparent nighties and wore no panties or bras. One girl, a bit chubby with ponderous breasts, was making a pitcher of Bloody Marys to give the girls a hair of the dog that bit them last night, while a much smaller girl stood behind her fingering her pussy while she stirred the pitcher. Two blondes sat on a couch with a bag of marijuana in front of them, rolling joints, while two other blondes were laying out lines of white powder on a mirror. "Girls," Barbara said, "I want you to meet Alex, who is interested in becoming my new bedpet. You are to bathe her, shave her, and prepare her for my use. And throw out her rags in the garbage as she won't be needing them anymore. I expect her in my bed in precisely three hours. Now get to work!" How to describe what came next? Even after eleven years, I still take joy reliving that experience. I was undressed, bathed, cleaned, caressed, kissed, rubbed, shaved everywhere (under arms, legs, pubes, everywhere) till I was as hairless as an infant, then thrown down on the floor of the girls' bedroom, which consisted of wall-to-wall mattresses. Breasts rubbed against my boobs and my back at the same time, hands grasped my pussy, tongues pressed into my ears, lips kissed me on the mouth and the breasts and the ears and the neck all at the same time, eighteen hands and nine mouths exploring every cavity and sensitive spot on my body, fingers, fists, and long hard objects were inserted into my cunt and anus, and I came repeatedly, lost in what I was later to call "subspace." Three hours passed in total bliss until it was time for me to be brought to Mistress Barbara's bed. Alex's Story Ch. 03 Reaching into her purse, she checked the time on her phone and smiled. 7:56 P.M. Standing still, she closed her eyes for a brief moment and smiled. The questions didn’t matter tonight. She took a slow, deep breath and exhaled before carefully opening the gate. Her eyes scanned the spacious front porch as she walked over the smooth, flat stones marking a path through the middle of the yard. Taking in the striking combination of round white columns against the dark gray backdrop of the wall, her smile widened and a blush grew on her cheeks as she saw him waiting for her on the porch swing. As his eyes caught hers, he stood and her breath caught at the sight of his dark, elegantly-tailored suit. Walking up the three wide steps to the porch, she stopped a few feet in front of him and clutched at her wrap with fingertips. Laughing softly at herself, she flushed and looked down, speaking quietly. “I’m glad that I assumed it would be a fancy dinner. You look…delicious.” She heard the smile in his voice, and she peaked up as he spoke. “Let me look at you, little one.” Her blush deepened as he took her hands in his and held them out along either side of her. His eyes moved slowly over her hair, pulled gently back away from her face, down over the light make-up accenting her eyes, and stopped as he studied her dress. The pink of her cheeks darkened further as his eyes moved appreciatively downward, taking in the deep rose hue of the fabric that hugged the curve of her waist, flaring gently out below her knees. Taking her right hand in his, he turned her slowly and smiled as the silken material swished gently around her calves. Releasing her hand, he touched the dress gently at her hip, turning his hand and sliding fingertips along the soft lace overlay. She shivered, and he laughed warmly. “Your dress is perfect. Classy. Sexy. Wonderful.” He chuckled as she bit her lip and lowered her eyes. “Aren’t you a shy one tonight.” She rolled her eyes at herself and laughed. “I think it’s safe to say that I’ve never felt quite like this before.” The sudden glamour of his wide, bright smile took her by surprise. “Good.” As he kissed her knuckles lightly and squeezed her hand, she tried quickly to cover a brief flash of disappointment. He laughed softly and smiled down on her, whispering, “Do you want to kiss me, Alexandra?” Her stomach flipped and her face flushed with color. She tried to gently slip her hand from his, but he held onto it confidently. Switching gears, she grinned. “Don’t you know? Kisses come at the *end* of the evening, not the beginning.” He brushed the back of his thumb over her mouth and smiled as she trembled. Curving his hand softly over her jaw, he whispered near her ear. “Don’t expect things to always go the way you want. Don’t expect me to respond the way everyone else always has. Don’t expect to know what I want, especially at first. Things between us will be very different from what you know.” Smiling softly down on her, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her slim shoulders in a quick, warm hug. Releasing her, he winked and turned her gently toward the door. “Ready for our evening, little one?” Alex's Story Ch. 04 I was accompanied to Barbara's room by Doreen, a short curly haired blonde whose small frame contrasted with her unusually big breasts, which strained against the fabric of her nightie and bounced as she walked. My own breasts are rather small and while I am not unhappy about them being small, I have a thing for larger boobs, probably because they remind me of Cheryl. Doreen was flying high, probably on the cocaine, and very talkative. "I'm so jealous of you being Mistress Barbara's new bedpet," she said. "You'll get to sleep in Mistress's bed every night whereas we have to be summoned. Not that that's a problem for me, you know, especially not now since I've made my hundred." "What does that mean?" I asked. "What hundred?" Doreen giggled. "One hundred orgasms. A girl who gives Mistress one hundred orgasms gets to wear her tokens and I made my hundred last week and will get my tokens soon." "What tokens?" I asked. "Did you notice that little cunt Alice, the red head with the tiny tits?" "You mean the girl with those rings in her nipples?" "That's her. How she did it I don't know but she made a hundred and now wears Mistress's rings in her tits. So I said to myself, if she can do it, so can I, and I did!" She was very proud of herself. "You know," she said, "as Mistress's bedpet you have the right to use any of us housesluts at any time you want. I see you staring at my boobies. Would you like to touch them? You can do anything to me." How could I resist. I stroked her lovely breasts and took her nipples in my mouth one after the other. She guided my hand to her wet cunt and I found her clit and rubbed it. She kissed me and said, "We'd better get going. Mistress is waiting. I'm sure we can continue doing what we're doing in her bed." Barbara was sitting up in her king-sized bed. She wore a red transparent silk robe and nothing else except a g-string with a metal circle in the front. "My pet looks much better now," she said, "all clean and shaved and from the look of it well fucked. Are you well fucked, pet?" "Yes, Mistress," I said. "This pet has been fucked repeatedly." "Doreen," Barbara said, "let's demonstrate to my new pet how a slut is fucked properly." "Of course, Mistress," Doreen said, climbing on to the bed and facing Barbara. "Turn around, dear," Barbara said. Doreen turned to face me, her back to Barbara. "Sit and watch, pet," Barbara instructed. I sat. Barbara reached into a drawer and took out a strange (to me then) object. It was a silicone penis on one end, then it hooked like an S and became a smaller bulb-shaped object on the other end. She inserted the smaller part in her cunt and worked the metal ring over the larger part. She parted Doreen's sex with her fingers and inserted the dildo. Doreen moaned and arched her back. Barbara grabbed her hips and began to pull out and push in, fucking Doreen slowly at first, then harder and faster. Doreen's breasts bounced faster and faster. I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Do you like these breasts?" Barbara asked me. "Yes, Mistress. I do." I replied. "Well then, come to bed and possess them." I climbed onto the bed and glued my mouth to Doreen's enormous boobies while Barbara fucked the slut with her tool. I found Doreen's clit with my fingers and rubbed it in a circular motion and together my Mistress and I fucked and sucked and diddled the girl until she came over and over again, crying out in joy and pleasure and pride in serving both her Mistress and her Mistress's new pet. Barbara removed her "dick" from Doreen's pussy and said to me, "Your turn, pet." Doreen moved aside and I assumed the same position as Doreen had, on all fours, and Doreen guided Barbara's faux cock into my cunt and Barbara proceeded to give me the best fucking I'd had yet. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed but I sensed Barbara coming with me as her own cunt was also filled as mine was. Doreen fingered me and sucked my little tits and shoved her large breasts in my mouth till I could not breathe. I was on fire and in heaven. If this was what being Mistress's bedpet was all about, then I figured this was the life for me. Alex's Story Ch. 05 Note: The first four chapters are filed under Novels but in hope of finding a larger audience, I am starting to post under Lesbian. Do read the first four chapters first and feel free to comment! x0x0x Alex. ***** Barbara's silicone cock felt so good inside my pussy, and she was masterful - or should I say Mistressful - in its use, finding my rhythm, bringing me to the brink, then pulling out gently, slowly, before pounding in again more forcefully than ever. I had never experienced anything like it. How could I? Before today, the only things that had penetrated my cunt other than my hairbrush when I masturbated were my nasty stepfather's cock and those of his middle-aged creepy buddies. Even Cheryl, whose lovely large tits had first introduced me to Sapphic joys, had only fingered my sex but not put anything more than her fingers inside me. "That's how it's done, pet," Barbara said, pulling out and removing her harness and the lovely S-shaped silicone dick. "Now it's your turn." She showed me how to put it on and Doreen parted my pussy lips to allow Barbara to place the shorter end of the device in my cunt. Then Barbara lay on her back, beckoning me to straddle her and fuck her. Doreen meanwhile positioned herself over Barbara's face, her pussy just over our mistress's mouth. I began to push in and pull out as Barbara had done to me, while Barbara licked Doreen's slit and I went wild watching Doreen's beautiful big boobies go flopping up and down in front of me. Again I lost track of how many times we all came before we collapsed in sweaty delight. "I'm an early riser, pet," Mistress said, "but you can go back with Doreen to slut central for a nightcap. Just make sure I find you in my bed when I wake up." "Yes, Mistress," I said. "And thank you." "You're welcome, pet. Don't stay up too late. I'm taking you shopping tomorrow for some proper clothes. "As you command, Mistress," I said. Doreen winked at me. I was getting the hang of this stuff. Like the whore I was to become, I was keenly aware of which side of my toast was buttered. Doreen and I walked down the corridor to the sluts' quarters. "That was just wonderful!" she exulted. "We're going to be such great friends." I held her hand and squeezed it. The never-ending party was in full swing on our return. The chubby girl with large tits who had been mixing Bloody Marys earlier was sprawled, or passed out I'd say except she showed some signs of life when a pussy entered her mouth, on a cedar coffee table in the living room. Two little blonde sluts were laying down lines of coke on her pussy lips that they then snorted up using glass tubes. They then sprinkled more coke on the chubby girl's pussy and licked it up, giggling to themselves. Alice, the small-titted slut Doreen had mentioned disparagingly, straddled the chubby girl's mouth and lowered her cunt till the girl started sucking and licking it. Alice held a bottle of vodka in her hand and took giant swigs as she let her cunt be licked. She looked at me intensely. "Would you like some wine?" Doreen asked. I said that would be nice, and she padded off into the kitchen to open a bottle. Alice sauntered over to the couch where I was sitting. "So I see Floppy Tits has her claws in you. Well, I don't know what Mistress sees in her, but she says I have a magic cunt. Wanna taste it, pet?" she snarled. I realized I needed to assert myself. "First of all, I am not your pet. I am Mistress Barbara's pet and you are just one of her many sluts. Second, I am quite fond of Doreen's tits. And finally, I'd like you to get down on your knees and eat out my cunt so that when Doreen comes back with my wine, I can fondle her breasts while you get me off." Alice flushed but did as she was told. Doreen came back with two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and a bottle, and I gulped down half a glass, put the glass down on a side table, and put my mouth to her boobs, letting wine drip down her tits and onto her belly. I poured some wine on my sex where Alice was licking me so she could have some too, and then poured the remainder of my glass down Doreen's throat, kissing her on the neck and nibbling on her earlobes, all of which dripped wine from my lips. Then I told Alice she could lick Doreen's cunt. She flushed but moved over and did what I told her to do. I put my tongue in Doreen's mouth and rubbed my small boobs over hers while she put her hand on my sex and began to stroke it. "Circles," I said, letting her know how to make me come, and I let myself orgasm again and again. It was hours later that I crawled into Barbara's bed and it seemed only a few minutes later that light was streaming in the open windows and Barbara was standing over me, stirring a red concoction. "Oh my aching head," I said. "What's that?" "Bloody Mary," Mistress said. "The breakfast of champions. Vodka, tomato juice, tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, and spices. And one more thing." She broke a raw egg into the glass, gave it a stir, and handed it to me. "Drink up and then shower and clean up," she instructed. "We are going on a shopping spree to get my new pet some appropriate clothing." I drank the glass dry. The vodka went straight to my brain like an electric jolt. Then I went to the shower and washed off the sweat and wine and pussy juice that had drenched me last night. I wondered what my first full day as Mistress's new pet would be like.