6 comments/ 22778 views/ 21 favorites The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 01 By: jmcroce Reconnect I'm a slut and a whore. You wouldn't know it from looking at me, hell, I didn't even know it about myself for the longest time, but I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type of girl that you can expect to pick up in a bar with a few drinks and witty one liner or two. No, that's not me and that's not what I mean. I'm a slut who craves cock, who craves to be used, and I'm ready to go all the time. Fuck me, use me, humiliate me, pass me around to your friends (or strangers), do what you like – I'm yours. More than that though, I need it – I need that type of handling, I need to be used, I need to be your whore. I wasn't always like this. Oh, maybe I was and I just didn't know it, who knows, that's a question for the psychologists to wonder over. One doesn't just wake up one day and decide that they like to be submissive. It's something that is discovered in oneself. It's something that is unlocked by just the right strong and forceful hand. There are surely signs along the way, maybe you like your hair being pulled while you're ridden from behind? Maybe that smack on your ass makes you buck harder against that cock? Who knows? The signs are there, unfortunately, we don't always connect the dots. I didn't, not until I met up with Gavin, not until three weeks before I was to be married. Please, allow me to explain. I work for a local television station in Albany NY as a sales representative, and I'm damn good at it. I really can't explain it, but I'm just really good at sales. People feel at ease around me, they feel comfortable talking to me, I'm thorough, I do my research, I don't try to sell people anything just for the sake of making a sale, I actually care. It doesn't hurt that I'm gorgeous too. I've had stubborn customers that I've been able to sway with a little flirting. You'd be surprised how just one more button down and the flash of a little cleavage can sway someone. Men still dominate the business world and so most of my customers are men. Twirling my hair around my finger, a slight touch of my hand on theirs, sideways glances, a flash of a smile... they're all putty in my hands. Please, don't get the wrong impression though, I've never slept with or fooled around with one of my customers. I'm thirty-four and have been with the same man, faithfully, for the last seventeen years. I have more integrity than that. My life was great, everything was going so smoothly. I had a great job, I owned my own house, I was engaged to the perfect man... everything was looking up. Then I met Gavin, or rather, he walked back into my life after seventeen years. We had a history, that's all I really feel comfortable saying right now, we had a history. In a weird way, I owed him a lot. He helped me to discover a strength within me, it's because of him that I am strong and independent, and really, it's because of him that I met Tom, my fiancé. It was a Thursday afternoon, I was sitting at a great little Japanese Restaurant on Western Avenue chatting with a client. It wasn't one of the harder sells, not the type of client that I needed to pop a button for, no. This client was one that I'd had for a very long time, we were just going over a new series of ads. That's when I noticed Gavin walk into the restaurant. I knew immediately that it was Gavin, he looked exactly the same as he had seventeen years ago, just a little older. He was taller than me, maybe 5'10", dark hair cut neatly, a salt and pepper goatee that I remember being much darker. Years ago he was more of the wiry sort, but he'd grown and filled out. He's thicker now, not fat, just bigger. And then there was the way he walked. There was there sense of confidence in his walk that very few men have, a type of strut you might say, but not a strut. I guess that you could call it a type of swagger, a confidant walk, oozing with arrogance and a hit of aggressiveness. He always carried himself like that, always. It didn't matter when or where, he always looked so sure of himself, as though nothing in this world could ever phase him. I followed him through the restaurant with my eyes, not just watching him, but rather taking in his every move, his every step, delighting in the smarmy way that he wove through and past the other customers. Part of me wanted him to look my way, to notice and remember me, part of me still was scared of him, trying to wrest control of my legs and run just like I had done seventeen years ago. I felt my hand go up to my top button and start to work it between my fingers, toying with it, ready to pop it open. My client was still talking, I smiled and nodded, but I wasn't listening, my entire focus was on Gavin. Finally, Gavin was seated. He was a few tables away and facing me almost directly. I had to get control of myself, I kept telling myself over and over that I wasn't seventeen anymore. I'm a woman now, not a girl. He has no control over me. I pushed those old feelings down, trying my best to exude my own sense of confidence. I'm not a gawky little girl anymore, I'm a successful woman that men chase after. I'm strong now, I'm the one in control. I decided then that I wanted him to look at me, to see me in my new glory, and regret the past, to regret letting me run away that night. I felt my fingers pop that top button, I felt my shirt part ever so slightly, showing off cleavage to the top of my bra. Look at me, I thought, staring at Gavin, look at me damn it. I shifted my attention back to my client, but I kept an eye on Gavin, waiting for him to see me. I watched as he smiled and flirted slightly with the waitress, a young girl with a pretty smile. I felt a distinct pang of jealousy and frustration. Gavin was supposed to be fawning over me, not this little girl. My instinct was to make noise, to distract them both, to cut short their flirtations and draw attention to myself, but I fought the urge. It would be obvious then. No, I had to be patient. Gavin finished ordering and the little bitch of a waitress disappeared into the kitchen. She flitted past him, dropping off a drink and just as fast flitted away to other tables. That's when it happened, Gavin scanned the room as he took a sip from his drink, stopping when his eyes fell on me. I couldn't make out the hazel of his eyes, but I knew them well. Intense hazel eyes that held you captive and uncomfortable in their glare. A slight smile touched his lips as he took me in with those eyes. Oh shit, now what? I hadn't thought this all the way through. I was so excited for him to notice me that I hadn't given a thought as to what would come next. I flashed a smile that was too willing, too excited, too anticipating. I felt like I was sixteen again and had just caught his attention. I was giddy and he could see it, I had to get myself under control. Gavin knows people, he can read them like an open book. He has an uncanny knack for tapping right into your fears and desires if you don't guard yourself. I didn't want him to see me like this, to see me acting like a sixteen year old girl. No, I composed myself. I shoved those feelings back down and stepped back into my adult self. "Excuse me." I said to my client, rising up from the table, "I'll just be a moment." I walked to Gavin's table, holding him in my eyes like he was some type of animal that I had to stand up to, stare down, and not show fear to. He rose to meet me, leaning out to kiss me on the cheek. The sensation of the soft lips surrounded by the course goatee sent electricity through me. I was tingling all over and fell right back into my sixteen year old self. I kissed him back, gently, on the cheek, allowing my lips to linger there for a moment longer than is normal when kissing a friend. Then, just as when I was sixteen, my eyes went right to the floor, avoiding his gaze, waiting... "Please, sit." He motioned to the chair across from his, I could hear the slightest lilt of a chuckle in his voice. "How have you been?" "I've been fine." I answered in a rote manner, the way we all do. I shook off the old feelings, stepping out of the sixteen year old and back into the thirty-four year old. "What about you, how have you been?" "I've been well." The smile on his lips didn't reflect in his eyes, they were two cold orbs reading me, piercing me. "I recently moved back, I'm living down in Kinderhook." "Nice." I smiled. The boring idle chatter that we need to feel comfortable with the person across from us, dancing in this boring circle until we're comfortable, until we've felt the other one out, then we can move forward into real conversation. "I'm still living in Palenville, not with my parents though, I have my own place." "Good." Gavin continued probing me with his eyes. "So, when you get married, will you both move into your house or into Tom's?" I paused for a moment, shocked that he knew anything about Tom and I. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he knew that he had caught me unaware. "We have a little less than a month until the wedding, and honestly, we're still working out all the details." I smiled a broad and fake smile, the salesman smile, trying to hide the shock "Yeah, I've kept in touch with Tom on Facebook, we've been friends on there for a while." Gavin and Tom were old friends. In fact, it was because of Gavin that Tom and I met. It was awkward, especially for Tom, but then Gavin moved away. I didn't know that they kept in touch. "Look, I have a client here that I have to get back to. Why don't we meet up for a drink sometime to catch up." "Sure." Gavin smiled, rising to kiss me goodbye. "Do me a favor though, let's keep this between you and I, I don't know how Tom would feel about it." I'd never kept anything from Tom, I've always told him everything, but I don't know how this would go over with him. I never wanted to hurt him, plus, I had something in mind for a meeting with Gavin. "Not a problem." He said, studying my eyes intensely until I looked away, "Mums the word. How about tomorrow at four at that little Irish Pub out where you live?" "That's fine, it's dark and usually quiet during the week." I forced myself to look back up at him. It drove me crazy that I couldn't break out of old habits around him. "Bye." We kissed again, and the same tingling sensation shot through my body at his touch. Again my lips lingered too long on his cheek. I realized then that I was hoping that he would touch me, that his hands would find their way across my body and up into my hair the way that they would when I was sixteen. I ached for his touch and it shocked and scared me. Remorse "What the fuck were you doing in there?" I said out loud in my car, staring at myself in the rearview. "What the hell were you thinking?" I was mortified at the way I reacted to seeing Gavin, I was mortified at the way I acted with him, and worse, I was mortified at the plan that I had already formulated. I was fighting my instinct. How could I do this to Tom? Tom, who had stood by me faithfully for the last seventeen years. He rescued me that night, chasing after me when everyone else laughed. He was my hero that night, from that whole situation. We built a life together. College, grad school, our first real jobs, we did it all together. We waited to get married and to start a family until we had build a good life for ourselves. Now, we're on the cusp of all of that, a little less than a month away from getting married, we're talking about having children now. So how could I do this to him? Especially with Gavin, the man that I needed rescuing from. The argument was futile, it was a fight that was lost before I started. I wanted to meet Gavin and all the remorse was just a way to make myself feel better. I could tell myself that I tried to fight the urge, that I tried to resist the temptation, but I knew better. The argument was insincere and spurious at best, a facade to make me feel better afterward. The drive from Albany to Palenville is usually about forty minutes. I decided that I would take that time to think things though. At the end of the forty minute drive, when I placed my foot outside of the car, I would have a decision, I would have a plan that I would stick to. That would be the time used to figure out just what, if anything, that I would do with Gavin, how far I would go with him, or more importantly, how far I would let him go with me. Tom wouldn't have to know. That simple idea alleviated a lot of the guilt. We weren't virgins when we met after all. It's not as if we were unsullied before we had met. Hell, the very first time that he had laid eyes on me I was naked and standing in front of him, Gavin, and four other men. So one last romp with an old flame right before getting married wouldn't be a big deal. That's what I told myself, that's how I rationalized the whole plan I had formulated. Sure, I felt guilty, I was, after all, betraying Tom. But the fact is that I still loved him, that I still wanted to marry him, that I wanted to have a life and a future with him and only him. Nothing about our life together would change. I was just having one last fling. Forty minutes later, I stepped out into my driveway in Palenville. My mind was set, I would meet with Gavin and have that one last fling. Afterward, I would forget it all and go back to the devoted fiancée/wife. The Plan All the guilt aside, my plan was simple and sexy, and it was all that I could think about the following day at work, counting the hours before I would meet with Gavin. The day was a blur. I was lost in a haze of anticipation, stiffly going through my daily routine without thinking. I was on autopilot, filing paperwork for the advertisements in the next day's paper, checking in with customers, cold calling, following up on leads, all done in a haze. I wondered if it was the idea of meeting Gavin that was the real turn on. Was it the fantasy of it all that was getting me wetter and wetter with each passing minute? Did I really want to feel him on me again? Did I want to feel his cock in me just one more time? Or would I be let down after it was all said and done? Would the reality never live up to the expectation? Would I be better off closing my eyes tight and thinking about Gavin the next time I have sex with Tom? My mind wandered back and forth between the uncertainty of it all and the longing to meet with Gavin. Oh, I wanted to feel his breath on my neck again, to let my lips linger on his skin and stroke his goatee. I wanted raw and uninhibited passion that I knew only when I was with Gavin. No, I would meet him, my mind was made up. For good or bad, I would meet him. Maybe I created a fantasy that reality could never match, but I had to know, I had to have the experience, otherwise I would wonder over it for years to come. I would regret not indulging in this one and only indiscretion. I would have just enough time to get home, shower, and change before having to meet with Gavin. I told Tom that I would be working late and just wanted to be left alone tonight. It's nothing that would ever raise an eyebrow with him, it happens from time to time with the both of us. Not to mention, he trusts me implicitly, and that's one of the biggest problems for me, the betrayal of that trust. But I just have to see where this leads. I sped down the thruway faster than normal, trying to give myself time to get ready. The whole idea of this was making me hot, I was getting hornier and hornier the faster I drove. I caught myself grinding my hips ever so slightly in the car, stopping abruptly, then starting again as soon as my mind would wander. My panties were a mess, warm and wet between my legs. I toyed with the idea of touching myself as I drove, indulgence and relief, but I didn't dare, not when I was already speeding. Clothes trailed my way from the front door to the bathroom, shedding shoes, dress, and panties in a bee line to the shower. Damn the mess, I'll clean it later. I couldn't help but to let my fingers wander across my body as the water cascaded down, lathering myself with a patchouli body wash. I rubbed the scrunchie hard against my breasts and nipples, closing my eyes and thinking about Gavin's hands pushing and pinching as he used to do. I leaned back against the wall of my shower allowing my hands to go further down, I winced as the scrunchie passed through my legs. I was sore and swollen from the ride home, from grinding against the seat. My hips thrust out as I moved the scrunchie back and forth between my legs. I let my eyes close and go over the plans that I had made for tonight: Out of the shower and dried, I slip into a pair of black lace bra and panties, the kind that are functional for one thing only. I stare at myself in the mirror for a long moment, adjusting the small ribbons on the bra and stockings so they're straight and centered. My hair is still slightly damp from the shower, it's a dark blonde, naturally wavy, and falls right into place as I comb my fingers through it. On the coat rack by the door is my trench coat; tan, form fitting, and falling slightly above my knee. One last look in the mirror, then all set. I pull up to the small Irish Pub in Palenville, Gavin's car is here. I park next to him then touch up my make-up in the rearview and head in. It's a fairly seedy place that's been trying for years to change the image and draw a younger and more respectable clientele. No luck so far. The week days are generally slow with just a few regulars who pop their heads in, it's even slower at four in the afternoon. There are a few men sitting at the bar carrying on a conversation that I can barely hear. There are two men sitting at a table together laughing. They all stop and look back at me as the door squeaks my arrival. I feel naked in their eyes. It's more than just a casual glance to see who walked in, most women can relate here, it's the type of lascivious stare that men get to let you know that you're little more than meat to them. In their eyes, my coat and cloths are off, oh, if they only knew the truth about what I was wearing underneath. It's dark and shadowy inside, a feature that lends itself to the seediness of the place. The only lights come from the bar and from the small hammered copper sconces hung above each table. The walls and floors are a dark wood and the air smells of stale beer and last night's whiskey. The perfect place for a tryst. The atmosphere matches the base and guttural nature of this meeting. Sitting alone at a table in the corner is Gavin, sipping a three fingers glass of scotch with another glass of scotch waiting in front of the empty chair across from him. He came here right from work, still wearing the suit and tie. I stare at him for a moment, an oddity here. He's out of place in this bar, hell, we both are. It's not because he's wearing a suit in a place that has never seen anything but workbooks, jeans, and flannel. It's not because he's sipping on scotch instead of whatever is on tap. No, it's nothing pretentious like that, rather, it's simply the way he drinks. Gavin drinks scotch because he enjoys it, it's something I always remembered about him. He'll have one, maybe two, and then he's done. The men here swill their beer to forget about a hard day at work, to forget about being unemployed, to forget about working their knuckles to the bone for a measly check that barely puts food on the table. The men at the bar and the men at the table, maybe they know each other, maybe they don't, but they can recognize a familiarity amongst one and other, a sense of camaraderie, a sense of belonging – one that Gavin could never find here. To them Gavin is an outsider, his suit makes him a pussy in their eyes, somehow less than a man. And me, I'm a whore to them . This is my last chance to walk away without regret, without violating my relationship with Tom. For just a moment I want to turn and run, to put this all behind me, to drive straight to Toms and give myself to him and forget that I ever saw Gavin. I hesitate for just a moment, my legs seem stiff and reluctant, but no, I have to see where this leads. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 01 Gavin watches as I saunter over to his table, his green eyes taking me all in yet never leaving my eyes. For my part, I stay strong, I meet his gaze, refusing to lapse back into the weak seventeen year old. My gaze is cool and steady, meeting his with a profound audacity that I never dared to conceive of at seventeen, a look of desire and lust that he reads easily. He can see that I'm more than I once was and he knows that he'll have a taste, no more than a sip, and then I'm gone, lost to him forever. In that moment, he loses some of his power. He becomes a regular man who thinks with his dick, like so many of my clients, I have him wrapped around my finger. I don't sit across from him as he planned, but rather next to him, taking even that power away. He's mine. We talk a bit as I sip my drink, a conversation filled with innuendo and double entendres. Gavin is leaning in close and I taunt him with a hand on his thigh, or a touch on his cheek. Before I finish my drink, I take his hand and move it under the folds of my trench coat, letting him feel the lace, nylon, and nakedness beneath. His eyes meet mine as his hand explores further under my jacket, and now, under the cold gaze, there is a hunger. Yes, a hunger for the flesh. I lean back and arch slightly, spreading my legs, as his hands pinch my nipples through the bra, a hard tweak that elicits a stifled sigh. He studies my face as his hand moves down from my chest, gently across my stomach and to my panties. My legs part even more as he rubs gently between my legs, feeling the warmth and wetness. I bite my lip and close my eyes tight, I'm sore and hungry. I take his hand out from under my jacket and kiss his fingers, damp and warm against my lips. "Let's get out of here." I whisper into his ear. We finish our drinks and leave. Outside, Gavin starts to ask where we should go, but I cut him off, telling him to get into my car. He gets in the passenger seat, looks at me, expectantly, but I don't say a ward, I just pull away from the bar and start down the road. After a few turns down long forgotten roads, a look of recollection spreads across his face, along with the slightest bit of worry. "Are we headed there?" he asks, his green eyes void of the usual confidence. I don't answer, I just look at him and smile slyly. I turn down a dirt road, a trail actually, the car lurches and heaves as we drive slowly toward that long ago spot. The air is cooler here, almost chilly, beneath the archway created by the trees. Sunlight is permitted in only small and narrow beams, shooting through the green cavern. The area is surreal, it's something from a fairy tale, this type of beauty doesn't belong in this world. The path narrows more and more, branches and brambles scrape along the side of the car. Only toward the end does the path start to widen out, as we approach the clearing, the rocky ground giving way to softer packed dirt blanketed in pine needles. The clearing widens into a large arc, a serene spot in the woods hidden behind layers of trees and undergrowth. In the center of the clearing stands a lone and majestic tree, the same tree that stood when I was a teenager, probable the same one my parents remember. Initials and small carvings adorn the trunk of the tree, growing sparser and sparser the further up you look. Only the truly brave, or very stupid, venture up to higher spots to make their mark to prove that they were there or to declare their love, etc... This was always a spot for teenagers, any given Friday or Saturday there were people gathered here. The police generally left us alone as long as we didn't let the spot get too dirty or start a fire that was too big. Every now and again they'd raid the place and nab a few underage drinkers, but really, I think they did it more for sport than anything. I hadn't been here since that night when I was 17. It was also the last time that I saw Gavin. I never imagined coming back here, in fact, I had swore to myself that I would never come back here. Not after that night. Now, here I am, and more, I'm here with Gavin in tow. Gavin is studying me, I can feel his eyes on me, I can feel his uneasiness. I stop the car at the mouth of the clearing, I step out without saying a word and begin to walk. I stop at the spot that I had been placed seventeen years ago, maybe ten feet from the tree. I can still see the men sitting around the tree, watching me, laughing, as I was led on a leash up the trail, crawling on my hands and knees. I wasn't expecting them. Oh, how I wished that I could just crawl away into the dark of the night. No, I'm not going to let those memories ruin this for me. I'm taking this clearing back for myself, I'm conquering those memories. I take a step forward, I step out of that seventeen year old girl and back into the woman that I've become. The tree seems to welcome me, to encourage me. Behind me, Gavin is standing near the car, waiting. He's watching me, I can feel his eyes on me. I can sense his unease and guilt hanging thick in the air. Maybe it's been here ever since that night, maintained by the tree, a living breathing monument of the guilt that Gavin carries. "Come on." I call to Gavin without turning around. I can sense the relief wash over him at the sound of my voice. Slowly I undo the belt, letting it fall to either side once undone. I pop the large buttons of the coat easily, allowing it to fall open, exposing my almost nakedness. I let my hand touch the tree, tracing one of the initials carved in the thick and rough bark, my old friend. Behind me, I hear Gavin walking, coming closer, the pine needles crunching softly with each footfall. He stops just behind me, waiting for a moment, breathing in the scent of my hair. The outside air and the anticipation raise goose bumps on the back of my neck and arms, but I don't turn, I wait for Gavin, allowing him to savor this moment. Finally, he gently lifts the coat from my shoulders, holding it as I shrub my arms free, then drops it on the ground beside me. Gavin moves closer still, his body pressed against my back, he leans down to kiss my neck. His beard is rough against my shoulder and the kiss is soft and light, he stops for just a moment to breath me in, a deep breath, then kisses me yet again. His hands move slowly and softly from my arms to my waist, hooking his thumbs to either side of my panties, he slowly pulls them down, kissing softly along my spine as he kneels. I step out of my panties, careful not to catch them on a heel, then he tosses them on top of my coat. Before Gavin has a chance to go further, I turn to face him, leaning back against the tree, his face level with my cunt. I reach down, wrapping my fingers tightly through his goatee and draw him up slowly and close to my body. Still holding the course hair, I pull his face toward mine to kiss him deeply, allowing my tongue to dart into his mouth. He returns the kiss hard, pressing his mouth against mine. His hands go up to my head, forcing a deeper kiss, turning my head slightly so our mouths line up better. With my free hand I fumble at his belt and zipper, undoing both, then pulling at the pants button until I feel the button give and the material relax. His pants drop down to his feet as I give one last kiss, still holding his goatee, I push him away slightly, as my free hand finds his cock. I let go of his goatee, reaching down, finding his sack while stroking his half erect cock in my other hand. Careful not to kneel on a root or rock, I go to my knees, staring at his cock, still stroking it gently. Poking out from between the front of his dress shirt it seems almost comical and unreal, a prop or puppet, unattached from his body. I feel it growing in my hand, tightening and firming with each stroke. His skin around his balls tightening and rising as I gently juggle them in my hand. At the base of his cock I tighten my grip, forcing it hard, the head swells and turns red, Gavin breaths in a short and sharp then lets the air out slowly. I study his cock for a moment before letting my tongue lightly trace the line around his head. My grip stays firm as his cock continues to grow. Raising his cock so it's pointed in the air I trace my tongue down the shaft then lick up, like it's some obscene adult lollipop. Gavin's hand fumbles for my head as he concentrates on keeping his balance. His hand finds the back of my head, messing my hair in the process, and pushes slightly, edging my face closer to his cock. I'm not done teasing. I lift his shaft again and push my face against his sack. My tongue massages his balls, his cock resting on my forehead. "Oh god." Gavin moans as he begins to thrust his pelvis out in a slow rhythmic fashion, rubbing his sack against my mouth and tongue. I lean back, bringing his cock back down, he presses my head harder, pushing my mouth onto his cock, this time I relent and take his shaft into my mouth. He's fully erect now, the flesh hard and hot in my mouth. My hand is stroking the base of the shaft as I begin to move my mouth up and down the other end, stopping occasionally to let my tongue tease the underside of the head. Another "Oh god." This one deeper, and accompanied by a grunt. Gavin begins to thrust harder, more than a blowjob, he's fucking my mouth. I tighten my grip at the base, slowing his thrusts, I don't want him to cum too quickly. Pulling his shaft out of my mouth, I give a last kiss, just on the head, then stand, wiping the small trail of drool and spit from my chin. I place my hand on his arm as he reaches out to draw me to him, stopping him, I want to do it my way. I lean in to kiss him, gently, a small peck on the lips, then I turn my back to him, bracing my hands against the tree, leaning over slightly, I arch my back, pushing my ass out. I'm offering myself to him, take what you want. Behind me he fumbles for a moment, stepping out of his trousers in a hurried and clumsy fashion. One leg is turned inside out as it catches on the tip of his shoe. Finally free, he nudges the pants to the side with his foot. I lean down further, arch my back further, placing my cheek against the tree so that I can look back at the last man other than Tom that I would ever fuck. "Fuck me." I whispered, a command, begging. Gavin moved closer to me, I could feel his cock, hot and hard, nudge against my leg and slide up along my ass, sending a shiver up my back, making me arch all the more. He leaned over me, pressing a hand against my head, pushing the side of my face hard against the tree as he took his cock in his other hand, guiding it into my sore and expecting cunt. I could feel it go in slightly, I was wet enough that he could just slide in, but he hesitated, pushing it in just a bit, waiting, then thrusting hard, I gasped at the roughness, at the feel of finally having his cock back in me. The hand pinning my head to the tree was pushing hard, pressing my face into the bark of the tree. It hurt, but I don't mind the pain, I deserve it, it's only right that I feel a bit of pain for what I'm doing to Tom. Gavin thrusts hard and slow, using his other hand on my ass, holding it steady and he nearly pulls out only to thrust back in. I can't help but to gasp with every thrust, it's not voluntary, I can't help but to make the guttural noise. His cock fills me, and at the end of each thrust he pushes his pelvis forward, his cock sliding just ever so much more into me. I'm about to cum. I don't want to give Gavin the satisfaction of seeing me cum, wild and uninhibited. No, I hold it in as best I can, I try to withhold it from him. I can't help it though, my breathing picks up, I'm almost panting. My hips, I can't control them, they're thrusting back against him, meeting his cock, welcoming it, begging. I cum. It comes in waves, ripples of shocks, breathing hard through clenched teeth, my cunt, spasming, tightening and loosening around his cock. He knows. I can see Gavin, he knows that he made me cum, I can see the self satisfied sneer across his face. The look in his eyes is arrogance, it says I own this, this is mine. But he's wrong. His thrusts are becoming faster and more erratic, not at deep... he's getting ready to cum. I turn quickly, dropping to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He's wet with my juice, I can taste myself and he thrust his cock into my mouth just as hard as he was thrusting into my cunt. I fight against gagging as his cock rams against the back of my throat. Gavin grabs the back of my head roughly with both hands, grabbing two handfuls of hair, fucking my mouth. A line of drool connects my chin to my knee, breaking then reforming every time I gasp for air. The wet and slopping sound of his cock drilling into my mouth fills my ears, a distraction from the dull throb where Gavin is pulling my hair. I feel his cock getting thicker, filling and readying to burst. I suck against his cock, tightening my lips and mouth along his shaft, swallowing. The first spurt makes me want to pull back, the hot and salty goo startles me, then I swallow. I swallow with each spurt. Gavin lets out an animal noise, a grunt and sigh all at once, a bestial noise of satisfaction. He's done. Gavin's cock slowly goes limp in my mouth as he stops thrusting, his hands relaxing in my hair. I continue to suck hard, pulling out the last of his cum, swallowing down cum and drool. My eyes wander up to stare into his half-closed eyes. The sneer is replaced by a smile, his hard look softened and relaxed. His hands, once holding my hair tight, now rubbing the gently, combing my hair with his fingers. I take his shrinking cock in my hand as I pull my mouth away, stroking firmly, milking out the last few drops. Gavin shivers as I lick the small clear droplets away from his cock, swallowing down the last of his cum. It's over. My knees are shaky as I stand up slowly, grabbing my bra and coat as I do. I don't need to put the bra back on, the coat will cover me just fine for the trip home. The liner of the coat is cool and soft against my skin, teasing my nipples, turning them into hard little rocks. Gavin watches in silence as I dress myself, straightening my jacket, combing my hair with my fingers, never looking at him. Eventually he picks his pants up from the ground, smacking pine needles and dirt from the material before slowly stepping back into them, his knees just as shaky as mine. "What now Julie?" he asks when he's dressed. "Now we go back." I explain, "I'll drop you off at your car and we go back to our old lives and never mention this. This was a onetime thing, it will never happen again, and we will never see each other again, understand?" Gavin was silent for a long moment, studying my face, searching for even the least amount of doubt or uncertainty. He wouldn't find it, I've steeled myself. I took back what was mine, what should never have been taken from me. "Ok." He shrugs, a look of hurt passes across his face, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry Julie, I'm sorry for what happened." Now it's my turn to study his face, to look for the cracks or hint of a lie. But no, he's sincere. The sudden apology surprises me, catching me off my guard. I want to run to him, to throw myself into his arms, hold him tight, and cry, but I can't. I can't do that, I can't imagine how that ends. I can't look at him either, I don't want him to see me fighting back tears. I don't want him to know how hurt I was or how I needed to hear him say those words. Instead, I walk back to the car, ignoring the apology. In the car I wipe my eyes quickly as Gavin stands in the clearing, taking it in for one last time, maybe the slightest look of disappointment in his usually hard glare. It's over. We drive back to the bar in an awkward silence, but it's better than filling the air with the noise of idle and empty chatter. He kisses me gently in the bar parking lot, before getting out to retrieve his car. With the slam of my car door, Gavin disappears from my life once more. I pull away from the bar, my house is only a few miles down the road. All the memories come flooding back and I fight back the tears, the feeling of humiliation and fear are still right there, but they've dissipated somehow, it's not as intense a feeling. At home I go right to the shower and wash away the sex and sin. I'm clean now, healed maybe, and ready for a life with Tom. That was my plan. That's not what happened. Everything started the same way: I dressed in a lacy bra and panty set with stocking under my raincoat; the bar was the same, dark and with just a few raggedy patrons; and Gavin was sitting alone in his suit sipping on three fingers of scotch, a glass of my own waiting at the empty chair across from him. I walked to his table, slow and sultry, just as I planned, sweeping past the chair to sit beside Gavin. Then he stops me, "No." he puts out his hand, preventing me from sitting next to him, "Sit across from me." He motions toward the empty chair with the scotch sitting in front of it. From there, the story radically changes. I sit across from him as I'm told, slightly annoyed at Gavin for interrupting my plan and at myself for reverting back to that submissive little girl, always doing what he tells me. "Have a drink." He nods toward the scotch in front of me. Again, I do as I'm told. I want the drink, but he tells me to drink and I do it. I feel small again, submissive and subservient. I take a small sip, savor the taste, then take another small sip. From there we make small talk and finish our drinks. Another round of scotch and some more idle chatter, a dance of sorts, avoiding the reason that we're here. We talk about the weather and work, reminisce about the local area and how much its changed, the droll and bland conversation of acquaintances. I become distinctly aware of my nakedness under my coat, feeling self conscious and exposed. How could I possibly have thought that my plan would work? Gavin gets up to retrieve a third round of scotch from the bar. As he returns, he sets both drinks down on his side of the table, "Come here." It's an order more than a request. I do as I'm told, hating myself. He looks me over as I spin the glass of scotch nervously, I feel small in the gaze of his cold green eyes, "Open up your coat." Another command. For a moment I get excited, maybe my plan was simply delayed and not dashed after all. As I had planned, I grab his hand, leading it through the folds of material to feel my nakedness beneath. Gavin's hand is warm, stroking up and down my leg, exploring the stockings and up to my panties, tracing the line of lace from my him to between my legs, I do my best to contain a shudder that runs through me at his touch. "I didn't say to let me feel you up." His green eyes boring into my own, "I said to open your coat." I pause for a minute feeling my heart rate jump, old feeling of humiliation creeping back. I feel my face redden but my hands betray me, without realizing it, I feel my fingers working at the belt. Slowly and deliberately I undo each of the buttons on my coat, my eyes sweeping across the bar to see if anyone is watching. All undone, I open the coat slightly, exposing my bra and the top if my panties. The air in the bar is cool against my stomach, I shiver, not sure if it's because of the air or because of how exposed I feel. Gavin looks at me, appraising me with the slightest of smiles, "Very nice." He compliments, reaching under the table to spread my legs wide, "Very nice indeed." The coat slips away from me a little more as my legs spread, again, I scan the room to make sure no one can see. The bar is dark, but not dark enough. "So, this is what you came here for." His hand moving from my thigh back to his drink. I start to close my legs again, but he stops me, "No, keep them like that." The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 01 "I just though..." I shrug inside my coat, my voice small, almost a whisper. "You though what?" I felt ridiculous, the situation felt ridiculous. I'm thirty-four, successful, about to be married, and yet I'm half naked in public and stammering like a fool. Pull yourself together, I thought, pleading with myself. "I wanted one last fling before tying the knot." I said plainly, daring to look up and meet Gavin's eyes. He studied me for a long moment, his eyes never moving from mine. The silence of the moment stretched, becoming more and more uncomfortable, though I tried my best not to let him see any awkwardness. His eyes softened just a bit, his face losing that hard posterior for just a moment, reaching out, cupping one breast in his hand, rubbing slightly. "That pretty little girl did grow up into a gorgeous woman." Lifting my breast slightly with his hand, seeming to measure it, weigh it. "And you just wanted to get laid one last time, right?" Gavin's eyes intent on my chest, It was a relief, not having to meet and hold his stare. "Just one last time." I said, looking down at his hand. The cupping and rubbing is making my nipples hard, betraying the anxiety at being nearly naked in the bar. Again, I sweep my eyes across the room to see if anyone has noticed us yet. "Julie, you could get laid fifty times over or your way to and from work." Gavin's warm hand moved slowly and deliberately down my side, resting on my hip, just above the lace of my panties. His eyes moved back up to meet mine, the softness touching them a moment ago gone, replaced by a stern and steely look, "No, that's not why you brought me here." Turning back around in his seat, Gavin took another pull from his scotch, another awkward moment. Really, I didn't know what to say. My mind was racing. The situation hadn't gone anywhere near as planned, I was embarrassed, and I couldn't help but to slip into the old routine with him, all the training from all those years ago fresh and raw and almost second nature, reflex. Avert your eyes, don't ever look him in the eyes unless told to. Don't speak unless given permission. Be pliant, move how and where he wants, when he wants. Don't ever resist, don't ever shy away, or else... I wanted to fight it, that is not the person that I am anymore, I'm not that girl, his girl, anymore, but I can't help it. "Nothing to say for yourself?" he placed his drink carefully on the table, turning again to look at me. I continued to look down, not sure of what I should say. He's right. I could have gotten laid at any point in time from almost anyone: customers, strangers, coworkers. I wanted closure though, with Gavin, closure from what happened all those years ago. I wanted him to regret letting me run away, I wanted him to see what he'd missed out on. I was going to give him a taste, just a taste, and then pull it away from him so that he could truly know what he had lost, hoping to see the remorse on his face. It was a gamble. I hadn't given it any real conscious thought. Now he's calling me out. What can I possible say? "No." a whisper, a plea, a contrition, all packed into one small and meekly whispered word. "No? Nothing?" a mock outrage touches his voice, raised slightly. I worry that heads will turn and notice us. "Take your panties off." My head snaps up at his command, I can't say if my look was one of fear or pleading or anger, I'm not sure. Gavin's eyes meet mine own, hard and unrelenting. "Take your panties off." He says in an exaggerated and slow manner, as if I'm slow or didn't understand. Part of me wants to fight him, to just get up and walk away. More humiliation to live with, more regret, more need for closure if I walk away. I lift my ass slightly to slide my panties down, working them past my thighs, they fall to the floor around my ankles. I wriggle one foot free then cross my legs, retrieving the lacy garment from around my foot. I hand them to Gavin. "Good." He wads them up into a small ball, "Open." Resigned and beaten, my heart racing, my face red, I open my mouth, doing as I'm told. The wad of lace is shoved into my mouth, I "Good girl." He compliments me. Humiliating and demeaning, however, despite myself, I find a twisted measure of pleasure in the words, I'm proud, I feel a glow of satisfaction touch my red cheeks. "Look at me." I look up, turning my face to meet his, my eyes cast down, glancing up for just a moment to see the look of approval on his face, a look of pleasure and lust. The woman behind the bar sees me, she sees the panties sticking out of my mouth. She stops what she's doing to watch for a moment. She takes it all in, the panties in my mouth, the nakedness under the coat. She can see that I'm wearing only a bra up top, but I don't think that she can see under the table, she can't see my spread legs, she can't see my naked cunt, though I'm sure she knows. The two men at the bar spin around in their seats so fast that I wonder if they'll fall. The bartender must have said something to them. The three are all staring. I'm nervous now, nervous and embarrassed, yet I still stay, still sit exposed and spread with the panties in my mouth. Gavin notices the attention that we're starting to draw, raising a satisfied smile that touches the corners of his mouth. "I think it's time to go love." He says, meeting the stares of the patrons at the bar. Taking a pen from his jacket, he scribbles something on a napkin and slides it across the table slightly to me. "Here's my address, come to my place on Monday at four if you want to go further." I start to take the panties out of my mouth, trying my best to do so discreetly, without notice, Gavin stops me. "No, those stay in until we leave." he says, taking my hand. "You're going to get up and walk out just as you are, so all these people can see you for the little whore that you are." I didn't think it possible, but my face reddens more, mortifying. I stand, turning slightly so my jacket covers my manicured and naked cunt, my head down, not wanting everyone to see the panties sticking out of my mouth. I shove the napkin into my pocket carelessly as Gavin throws a tip onto the table. My eyes are down, I'm looking at the table, the chairs, the floor, anything but toward the eyes of the leering men and bartender. Gavin grabs my hand and leads me from the bar, he smiles and waves goodnight to the bartender as we get to the door. I don't want to look up, I don't have to, I can feel all the eyes on me, I can already hear the stories they'll tell, and I can only imagine how they'll embellish the story more and more with each retelling. Palenville is a small town, it won't take long for the people to figure out that it was me. Outside, Gavin walks me to my car and carefully pulls the panties slowly from my mouth. "I'll keep these." He says, shoving the lacy garment into his pocket. "It was nice catching up Julie, I hope to see you again." He kisses me on the cheek, a small and soft kiss, then turns and walks to his own car. Red faced and embarrassed, I get into my car and drive home. Laying out the Rules My mind was made up, I would go to Gavin's house. I had to, I needed to see where this led, I needed closure with Gavin if I was to ever move forward with Tom. Please, you have to understand, this wasn't a decision that I came to lightly. It hurt me to betray Tom like this, but I needed to end things with Gavin. You probably think that I'm a horrible person, and I don't blame you if you do, but you have to understand, this was something that I had to do, a thread from the past that I had to pull free of lest everything unravel around it. With my mind set, I was better able to concentrate on work. I was productive, I met with clients, I put together ads, I cold called prospective clients, a certain type of calm settled over me knowing that I would follow where this trail led. Kinderhook is about a half-hour ride from Palenville. It's a small town in Columbia county best known for being the home of President Van Buren. It's a historic little town with many of the old Dutch settler homes and buildings being restored. It's also an expensive little town, it's like they try to kill you with taxes. Gavin lived in one of those Dutch style homes right off the main street. I wasn't as determined as I had been the night before. My mistake was that I believed that I could control the situation, never taking into account how Gavin would react. I should have known better. I believed that I could make the situation go in the way that I had hoped that it would go, two very distinct and different beasts. Tonight, I was determined to see this through, but it wasn't under the assumption that things would go how I want them to necessarily. I was ready to finally have some type of closure. I also didn't set myself up for embarrassment, choosing to dress normally in jeans and a shirt as opposed to some type of fuck me outfit. If it happens, it happens, cool. If it doesn't, then at least I haven't opened myself up for ridicule. I found the address easily enough and was right on time when I knocked on his door. Gavin answered, fresh from the shower, the clean smell of soap, hair still damp. "Hey, come on in." he held the door open, I could feel him checking me out as I walked past him and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, before I was able to move into the main part of his house, Gavin stopped me, placing his hands on my hips, "Wait here." I stopped, waiting, doing as I was told. Gavin slipped past me, turning to face me, a barrier between me and his house. "I wasn't sure if you'd come." His look was stern, but I thought I heard a touch of excitement in his voice. "I wanted to see you." I said, slipping into the old routine, eyes cast down, my voice barely a whisper. "Good, I was hoping to see you too." He reached out, stroking my hair. His touch was bliss, I leaned my head into his hand. "Good girl." He cooed. I smiled as he rubbed by head, taking me all in. "There are still rules however, hopefully you still remember them." A chill ran up my spine, this was our old relationship coming to life again, this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted closure, I wanted this to end, that's why I ran away from him, and I didn't come back just to pick up where we left off. My thoughts raced and railed against the idea, but my mouth betray me, "Yes sir." "Good girl." He cooed again, "Do you remember the proper way to enter my house?" "Yes sir." Again, my lips betray me along with my hands, moving slowly, popping the buttons of my shirt. "When you're done, leave your belongings there and wait, I'll be right back." He paused, staring ot me, "Do you understand?" I knew exactly what to say, the old phrase popping right to mind as if I said it every day, "This whore understands." He smiled wickedly, "Good girl." Gavin disappeared into a room. I took my clothes off as instructed, I was never allowed to be clothed in Gavin's house, this was normal, or at least normal for us. My mind cursed and railed against my body, why are you doing this? Think, damn it, think! But some part of me, some dark part of me that I ignore, that I've cast to the back of my mind and tried to forget, wants this. I feel myself getting wet as I undress, the ache from the day before returning. I'm naked, my cloths folded neatly on the floor beside me. Lastly, I kneel. My feet are under my ass pointing back, my back straight and stiff, chest pushed out slightly, and my hands placed on my thighs. I want to look around, but I'm supposed to look forward only. I don't want to be punished, but mostly, I want to meet Gavin's expectations. Is that what this is about, I wonder, a craving for his acceptance, for his praise? Will that heal the wounds of the past, erase those memories and replace them? Replace them with what, I wander and fear. Gavin walks back into the room, he's holding something that's clinking in his hand, metal on metal. I want to look but, of course, it's not allowed. "This is for you." He says, dangling a black leather dog collar in front of me, "From now on, it will be here waiting for you. You'll put it on after you've undressed. Do you understand?" "This whore understands." The words came easily, without hesitation. Gavin hands me the collar and I immediately put it on. The leather is cool and rough against my neck. I'm repulsed at my actions, at my willingness to go along with this. I'm owned, I'm collared and owned like some dog. Yet a part of me loves it, a part of me feels complete as I buckle the leather around my neck. I need this. "This is your leash." Gavin dangles a matching leather leash in front of me, "I'll put this on you when I'm ready to take you into the house. Do you understand?" "This whore understands." "Good girl." Gavin drops the leash at his feet, turning, he disappears into a back room. I continue to wait, posed and kneeling at the top of the stairs. Slave. Gavin's slave. He appears from the back carrying a small wooden box, somewhat larger than a shoe box, but not much larger. Oh, how I missed this. The wonder and anticipation of what's to come. I love Tom, in and out of bed, but he doesn't surprise me, there is no wonder. "This box will be at the top of the stairs from now on." Gavin leans down in front of me, "You'll check the box for anything I might want you to wear when you come here and you'll place your folded cloths inside the box after stripping. Do you understand?" "This whore understands." "Good girl, now, place your cloths inside the box." He bends over to collect the leash as I lean forward to open the lid, storing my cloths, sealing away the last remnants of my individual self, all that remains is this naked body, Gavin's slave. "Good girl." He coos as I close the lid, sitting back. Gently he grabs the collar around my neck and I hear the snap and clank of the metal clip of the leash clicking into place on the collar. "Come." he tugs on the leash, a slight tug, and he walks up the last few steps from the landing and into his house. I crawl a few steps into the room before we stop. It's a living room: hardwood floors, a matching blue couch, loveseat, and ottoman angled slightly apart with a large coffee table separating the chairs from a small entertainment center with a flat panel screen mounted above. Pictures decorate the wall as well as a few art reprints. I recognize some of the faces in the pictures, friends from a past that I ran away from. There's one picture of Tom and Gavin together. I can't help but to cringe slightly when I see my fiancée's face smiling at me, his whore bride. "This is the living room." Gavin runs a hand through my hair, the owner petting his dog, "This is where most of our fun will take place." He starts to move again, tugging the leash for me to follow. We stop at the entrance to the small eat in kitchen. "This is the kitchen, I'll send you in here from time to time for a drink or something to eat." Gavin gives me a tour of the rest of the house, the bathroom, bedrooms, etc... me crawling after him, stopping as he points out the various rooms. Then we return to the living room. Finally, I breathe with a bit of excitement, maybe a touch of fear. Finally, we're going to do something. Finally, my itch will be scratched and I can return to the more normal and mundane life that I am used to. "Lean over the ottoman, facing the loveseat." He dropped the leash, walking out of sight for a moment. The ottoman war oval shaped, just long enough for my body and for my chin to rest along the edge. I folded my hands under my chin and braced my knees against the legs, pushing my ass up slightly. The Material was soft against my skin, warm, against my naked body. Gavin returned from the back, a can of beer in one hand and something that I couldn't really see tucked under his arm. He took a pull from the can of beer, standing over me, looking down, taking me in. "Good girl." He cooed, walking around behind me. I felt him kneel down behind me, the denim of his jeans rubbing against my thighs. My back arched more as he grabbed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, my cunt making a slight sloppy noise. He rubbed my ass, massaging it, watching as my cunt opened and closed, more sloppy noises, god I was so wet. Gavin's hand moved down my ass, his fingers outlining my cunt, moving back and forth slightly to either side of my lips. A finger slid into me. I was so wet that there was no hesitation, then a second finger. With his fingers pressed into me, Gavin began to rub my asshole with his thumb, I pushed my pelvis back as far as I could, pushing into his hand. He pumped his fingers in me a few times, softly, gently, then removed them, rubbing the wetness against my ass, sliding one finger in. I couldn't help but to gasp slightly at the unexpected finger exploring my ass, the wetness from my cunt lubricating his path. I gasp again as he presses his finger in deep. I've done anal sex in the past, in fact, I love it, but it's not something that Tom and I do very often. Most of my experience with anal sex was with Gavin, my ass isn't used to being used any more. He pulls his finger halfway out, I feel a cold drop of liquid fall between his finger and my ass. He pumps again with his finger, it slides gently into my ass – he's lubing me! A chill runs up me, half from the coldness of the drops of liquid, and half, maybe more, from the idea of having my ass reamed. I wasn't expecting this, part of me is shocked, but more of me is aching for his cock in any way that I can have it. His finger pumps my ass a few more times, the lube making each thrust easier and more fluid. He takes his fingers out, there is a pause, then something is pressed against my ass. For a moment I readied myself for his cock, bracing myself, preparing to be stretched. But it's not a cock. Gavin braces a hand against my lower back as he eases something into my ass. It's hard and cool, definitely not his cock. The tip of whatever he's pressing into me is wide, I bite my lip to hold back a gasp. I'm being stretched wider and wider, my breathing becomes quick and shallow, and then the stretching stops, the end tapers quickly. It's a butt plug. "Good girl." He coos, admiring his work, stroking my back with one hand. I'm stretched and full, but my ass holds the butt plug in, the ache making me all the wetter. Gavin grabs the end of the butt plug and presses it into me slightly, pumping it back and forth. I can't help it, I can't stifle it, a low groan, an animal noise comes out of my mouth. I bite the material of the ottoman to keep silent, to hold back the groans. Agony and ecstasy. Gavin stands up behind me, the denim rubbing against my leg again. He steps around me, over me, and sinks into the chair in front of me, leaning back. My face is only inches from the zipper of his jeans. He watches me silently for a moment, a smile touching the corners of his mouth, my face betraying me, he knows that I want him, that the butt plug is driving me crazy, that I want his cock in me. He knows. "Take my cock out and put it in your mouth." He slides down the couch, the zipper almost under my chin. My hands are right there, I start to unzip his jeans but he stops me. "No." I jump slightly, startled and the sharpness in his voice, "You do it with your mouth." I press my face into his jeans, I can feel his cock beneath the denim. Gently, I grab the zipper between my teeth, moving my head down, unzipping as I go. Gavin isn't wearing underwear and his half erect cock nudges out as I guide the zipper down. I let go of the zipper and take his cock in my mouth, sucking to draw it further out. His cock is half hard and I push my mouth down to the base, hair tickling my nose, I swallow against his cock. It doesn't take long, Gavin's cock is growing harder and harder in my mouth, I can't shove my mouth down to the base anymore. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 01 "Good girl," he say softly, running a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face, "Now, we need to talk about a few things." I start to pull away from his cock but his hand stiffens, holding my head in place, hips thrusting slightly pushing his cock further into my mouth, "No, I never said to move. You keep that in your mouth. Do you understand?" Confused. Gavin's cock is in my mouth, I can't answer. We're staring at one and other and for a moment I feel ridiculous, bent over an ottoman with a butt plug sticking out of one end and a cock in the other while I'm supposed to be talking. I freeze, confused. "Answer me." He snaps, the loud command making me jump, the butt plug sliding slightly, I catch it, clenching my ass cheeks. I'm supposed to answer with his cock in my mouth. "This whore understands." I mouth the words slowly around his cock, struggling to breath and be as clear as possible. There's no way anyone could have understood what I said, it was a mumble at best, followed by a gasp for air and drool. "Good girl." He laughs slightly, not a warm laugh that reflects in his face and eyes, no, rather it's a self satisfied laugh, mean and humiliating, "Now, I asked you a question yesterday that you never answered, and I'll tell you the answer, I'll tell you why you came to me. Look at me." I had to look up to meet his gaze, awkwardly bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Again, this wasn't what I was expecting. A quick fuck, I just wanted to get laid. I knew that Gavin liked it rough, I was ready for that, but not this. "Like I said, you could have fifty guys on your way into work, you didn't have to come to me, not if you just wanted sex." His harsh look softened, his hand combing through my hair, soothing a pet. "You came to me because I excite you, I make you feel alive, I make you feel in a way that Tom never has. Am I right?" I don't answer right away, I'm scared to voice the sentiments that I've been feeling since first seeing Gavin a few days ago. He's right though. "Yes." I mouth the word around his cock. "Romance and lovemaking are nice, but in the right measures and doses. Sometimes, most of the time, you just want to fuck. I know you Julie, maybe better than you know yourself, you want to be fucked and used, shared, abused, forced to perform. That's the Julie I know, and I've always known it about you, even if you didn't." Again, he's right. When I ran from Gavin, I was scared and humiliated, he moved too fast. I was scared at what he wanted, and I was scared at my willingness to do it. I wanted to know that I was still normal, that there was more than just being pushed to see how much I could take. Tom gave me that. He gave me romance and love, he gave me tenderness. I'll always love him for that. As time went one I became more and more anxious, I thought it was only a matter of time before Tom would want to push me, to stretch my limits, but it never happened. Years passed and Tom still approached sex in a loving way, in a romantic way. Anxiety gave way to a certain type of self conscious and disappointment, why wouldn't he do these things with me? Why didn't he want to push me? Then I saw Gavin, and here I am. Sure, I needed to face the man that humiliated me all those years ago, but part of me wanted him, wanted to feel alive again. "I'm not in the habit of fucking my friends girls though Julie. I'm not going to have some torrid little affair with you." Gavin shrugged, he almost looked disappointed, as if he had considered the idea of an affair and gave it up only with a struggle. "But I will show you who you are, and I will show you what you need to do with Tom, I will show you how to be a good wife. Do you understand?" I didn't understand, I already know how to satisfy Tom. It didn't matter. "This whore understands." Again, I mouthed the words around his cock, struggling to breathe. "We'll start today." He started, brushing the hair away from my face again. "There are rules though, you need to be available to me whenever I want you, anytime, day or night. You cannot have sex with Tom. I know that will be hard, but just tell him that you want the honeymoon to be special. Ultimately, I'd prefer that you not see him at all for the next few weeks, but you're getting married in just a little more time than that and I can't expect you not to see him. And the safe word, do you remember it?" I'll never forget the safe word, I ran out of that clearing that night screaming it. "Quitter." I mouthed around his cock. "Good girl." He chuckled, he could see that I hate that word, I'm sure that's why he wants to use it still. "Now, as long as you do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it, we should be just fine." Gavin leans forward in the chair. Sitting on the edge, he grabs his cock and pulls it from my mouth. Drool and a thin line of spittle stretched delicately between the head of his cock and my chin. Holding his cock at the base with his thumb and forefinger, he smacks his cock against my forehead. I jump slightly at the unexpected smack, the soft flesh of his cock making a wet noise as he slaps my forehead repeatedly, a slight sting, my forehead wet with my own drool and spit. Gavin stands up, he's next to me but I don't dare to look at him. I hear him undressing, the jeans sliding down his legs, he steps out of them. This is it, no more talk, no more rules, nothing, finally, we're going to fuck. I settle back into a comfortable position on the ottoman, arching my back more, the pressure from the butt plug driving me crazy. He walks behind me, I hear his footsteps padding across the room, a pause, then a click and the cheerful noise of something electronic being turned on. I can't help it, I turn my head to face him right as he's aiming a camera at me. Snap, and the blinding flash. Another. "Spread your ass cheeks." He commands, walking closer and kneeling behind me. I reach back with both arms to do as he says, grabbing my cheeks, sinking my nails into the skin and pull apart. I feel my lips pull apart in a slow and wet manner, my ass stretched and full with the butt plug. More snaps and flashes. "Good girl." He coos, snapping more pictures. "Now, grab your ankles. It's awkward at first, trying to balance on the ottoman and bring my legs up, but I get there, balanced precariously on my stomach. "Good, don't let go." Gavin smiles wickedly, snapping more pictures. He steps back in front of me, sitting on the edge of the chair, his cock brushes against my mouth and chin. "Open your mouth." He said, raising the camera slightly. Snap, flash. I blink the light out of my eyes, "Now, keep your mouth open, don't close around my dick." Gavin leans forward slightly, bracing his knee against the ottoman and slides his cock into my mouth. It's a struggle to keep my mouth open, to resist closing my lips around his cock. "Look at me." He aims the camera, snapping pictures as I strain to look up, holding his cock in my mouth. "Good girl." Gavin lets the camera hang around his neck, grabbing the back of my head and begins to thrust his cock into my mouth. His thrusts are hard, pounding against the back of my throat, for a moment I feel as if I can't get a breath of air, then he pulls back out. Drool and spit are pouring out of my mouth and onto the ottoman as I choke down his cock, straining and gagging with each thrust. The sound of his cock fucking my throat is wet and sloppy but the noise coming from me is worse, choking noises, desperate gasps for air, I sound like a drowning duck. His thrusts become harder still, I can feel his cock growing hotter and larger in my mouth. Gavin is thrusting almost frantically, pounding the back of my mouth and throat with his dick, his balls slapping under my chin with every thrust. His fingers close in my hair, tight and pulling, as he lets out a short gasp and a stifled groan, an animal noise, then he pulls his cock from my mouth. In one quick motion his cock is gone from my mouth and my head in wrenched to the side, I look up just in time to watch his cock erupt all over my face. Quickly, gasping, I open my mouth to catch his cum. All I get is a few drops, the rest is in my eyes, my hair, and across my face. The jizz is hot at first, almost burning, but then cools immediately. Gavin holds me in place by my hair with one hand while pumping his cock with the other, milking all the cum out, splashing it on my face and mouth. "Good girl." It's a moan more than anything, he guides his cock back into my mouth, I suck that last small drop of cum down. "Look at me." I look up to face the camera once more. Still holding my feet, balanced on the ottoman, drool and cum staining my face, he begins to snap more pictures. I can't say how many he snaps, three... four... five maybe, I don't know. Gavin lets the camera go again, hanging around his neck, he grabs his now shrinking cock and strokes one more time. One last drop of cum beads up at the tip, holding his cock he guides it toward my mouth, "Kiss it off." I do what I'm told, kissing the tip of his cock, then I lick where the drop was, gently, lapping my tongue slowly up the head of his cock, tracing the lines and contours with the tip of my tongue. I watch Gavin fight back a shiver, the hand in my hair easing and letting go, searching for purchase behind him, he flops back into the chair. He looks at me for a long moment, just taking me in. I'm ready for more, I could suck his cock hard again, it's right there in front of me, maybe a few inches away. "Ok, sweetie, good job." He breathes, reaching out to run a hand through my hair, "Get your stuff and go home now, we're done for today." For a moment I don't move, I lay there, looking at Gavin. I came here to get laid, to have him in me one last time. Laying there, balanced on my stomach and holding my feet in my hands, a butt plug sticking out of my ass and cum shot across my face, I must have looked ridiculous. Gavin laughed slightly, "Go on, and be here the same time tomorrow." I want to argue, but I can't, I can't talk back. Ok, this is all part of his plan. His way of trying to humiliate me again. But not this time. This time I won't run away. I won't run, I'll see this through to the end. "This whore understands." My feet flop down to the ground with a heavy thud as I release them, my shoulders stiff and burning from being bent back. I steady myself on the ottoman, then rise slowly, my knees somewhat shaky. Cum has dripped into one eye, I squint against it as I make my way to the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Gavin ask, shifting in the chair. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up." "I didn't say go to the bathroom, I said get out. Leave." His voice taking on a sharper tone, "This is your one free fuck up, you won't want to make any more mistakes." Again, I wanted to argue, but the threat hung in the air. I really didn't want to piss Gavin off, I remember some of his punishments and don't imagine they've gotten any softer. I could feel my face redden at the idea of walking outside with cum on my face. Kinderhook isn't a large or busy town, but I might pass someone on the way to my car, they would see me with cum on my face. I walked to the landing on the stairs, my arms still burning, my knees still shaky. I arched my back slightly as I removed the butt plug. It slid easily out of me, the feeling sending little shocks up and down my spine. I could feel myself getting wetter as the butt plug eased out of me. For just a moment I was tempted to put it back in, to fuck my ass with it right there on the landing. I was close, it wouldn't take me that long at all to cum. But no, Gavin wouldn't put up with that. It felt good to have the butt plug out, yet it left behind an ache, a void wishing to be filled again. I ignored the ache. I placed the butt plug into the box and remove my clothes. I dress quickly and leave without looking back or saying a word. Gavin meets my silence with his own. Outside, it's dark. There are people about on the street but I keep my head down and move quickly to my car, no one sees the cum splashed across my face. I take a long moment to look at myself in my rearview mirror, I'm a mess. My hair is mussed up and cum is drying across my face, clear and shiny in spots, wet and translucent in others. I felt ridiculous and stupid, what had I agreed to in there? I agreed to be Gavin's slave again, to be his property. Of course things didn't go my way. Of course I didn't get what I wanted. That's not how this game is played. It's all about his wants and needs, not mine. I'm just something to be used by him, a toy for him to play with, an outlet for his pleasure, nothing more. I'm a thing, nothing more. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 02 Hookers and Whores I called Tom to talk to him about the next month. Gavin didn't want me sleeping with Tom for a while, and he's right, I didn't want to violate our relationship any more than I already have. I don't want Tom to slide his cock into me after Gavin's had been there. I don't know, it just somehow seems all the more wrong. I explained that I want our honeymoon to be special, I want it to be as if it were all new. He's skeptical, I mean, what guy would be ok with not getting laid for a month? But he didn't protest much, he trusts me. It hurts to violate that trust, to not live up to it, but I've got to see this through, for my sake and for Tom's. I was distracted at work, my mind pulling me in so many directions. I kept thinking about the night before, what was Gavin planning on doing with those pictures? I couldn't help but to think about our agreement and what would happen during the following month. And, of course, I was distracted because of how horny I'd become over the last few days. I wanted cock. At this point I was ready to bend over my desk and let any and all the guys here at work take turns with me. I didn't care. I wanted to get laid. Tonight. I make it to Gavin's house at the same time, parking in the same place. The door isn't locked, so I walk in and up the stairs. As instructed, I undress on the landing to the stairs, peeling my clothes off and folding them neatly. In the box, my attire for the evening is simple, open toe black platform pumps with a six inch heel, the black butt plug from the night before, and a small bottle of lube to help ease the butt plug in. The shoes go on first. I can't help but to smile as I admire them on my feet, Tom always called shoes like these hooker shoes. There were times in the past that I had considered buying similar shoes to wear for Tom, just the shoes, nothing else. Of course I tried to feel him out, asking if he liked them, or how he thought I would look in them. His answers were always bland and blasé. So, I never bought the shoes. I wanted normalcy at first, I needed it. I lived in constant fear that Tom would want more from me than I would be able to give. But that never happened. I just figured that he knew what I had been through and was waiting until I had healed. In time, however, I couldn't help but to wonder why he didn't want more from me. Why didn't he want me to be slutty for him? It really does some damage to a woman's ego when the one she loves doesn't see her as a sexual being. Maybe that's why I was so excited, strapping the shoes on. I felt sexy and naughty. For just a moment the guilt vanished. Gavin saw me as a woman with needs, as a beautiful and sexual being, and more, he knew what he wanted from me. The lube was thin and watery, I rubbed a thin layer on the butt plug and placed a few drops on the tip of my finger. I rubbed my finger around my asshole, circling the tight hole, before slowly sliding the finger in. I've masturbated in the past, but I always rub my clit, I never play with my ass. Maybe it was all the toying my ass received yesterday or maybe it was because of how horny I had been the last few days, but I could feel myself close to cumming as I slowly worked my finger in and out of my ass. I had to stop or else I'd cum. Reluctantly but resolutely, I slid my finger out and grabbed the butt plug. I pressed the tip against my ass and sat down against it, feeling it stretch my ass and fill me. "Good girl." Gavin smiled, leaning over the railing that looked down onto the landing. I hadn't noticed him there. He was dressed similar to the night before, jeans and a tee shirt, fresh from the shower. In his hands he held the leash and collar, folded into a tight bunch in his hands. With one last push on the butt plug and a small gasp, I was ready. I placed my folded clothes, my other life, into the box, and closed the lid. I was ready for this life, I was ready to be a toy again. Like the night before, I sat with my legs under me, my hands placed on my thighs, and my eyes down. "I have a treat for you." Gavin smiled, walking around the railing and coming down the stairs. Standing behind me, he leaned over to show me the collar, the one from the night before only now it had a small metal tag hanging from it. It was a pink tag in the shape of a dog bone, the kind that you can get at any of the big pet store chains, this one was personalized. Centered in the tag read the word, 'whore.' I was his pet now, his pet whore - just like I was seventeen years ago. Gavin placed the collar around my neck, the tag clanking against the metal clasp, cold against my neck. The harsh click of the leash clip closing onto the collar. It was the sound of my day time self being locked away, locked away and bound, only to be released when I was done performing, when I was done being used. Gavin started up the stairs, leash tight in his hands, "Come." I do as I'm told, crawling on my hands and knees after him when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye in the living room. I want to look, but Gavin is watching me crawl up from the landing. "Oh, she's a cute one." A woman's voice, light and playful. My head snaps up to see where the voice came from, I hadn't expected this. The woman is sitting on the couch in a tan and white patterned sundress, her milky white legs stretched out and crossed on the ottoman, brown sandals lazily pushed to the side. She's petit, the kind of woman that can still shop in the misses section, the kind people like me envy and loath at times. Her hair is blonde and wavy like mine, but much longer, hanging down to the center of her back at least, the hair pulled away from her face with a barrette. She catches my eye and smiles, a nice smile that reflects in her eyes, though there is just the slightest hint of wickedness there. Her features are almost elfish, small and delicate. I catch myself before saying hello, that would be breaking the rules, punishment. No. I look up, meet her eyes, then look back down, hiding my face, feeling the heat and red creep up my neck and into my cheeks. Gavin sees the whole thing, he notices the shared look between the woman and I, he sees my embarrassment, a smirk touches the corners of his mouth. "We have company tonight Julie" he says as I make my way up the last step, being led to the living room. "This is Lydia and the same rules that apply to me apply to her, you can call her Miss." "This whore understands." A sudden awareness of my nakedness overtakes me, I want to cover myself. "Hey sweetie." Lydia voice is a lilt, a song, soft and light. "Hello Miss." Gavin leads me right to the foot of the couch. "Sit." He commands, I follow, sitting back, my feet tucked under me, the clunky shoes uncomfortable against my ass. Gavin unhooks the leash from my collar and tosses it onto the chair next to the couch then sinks into the couch next to Lydia, putting his arm around her. For a moment I feel a rush of envy, of jealousy. I was supposed to be the one sitting beside him on the couch, not a dog being issued commands. Lydia shifts her legs, moving her feet from the ottoman to my lap. Her skin is cool and as she moves I catch the scent of a flowery and musky body wash. She's freshly showered as well. I can't help but to wonder who this woman is, but I can't ask, it's not my place. "Rub my feet sweetie." She wiggles her toes in my lap. My hands go to one foot first, my thumbs pressing gently into the soft areas, working my way slowly down her foot and then up again. Lydia giggles slightly as I pass the tender center of her foot, she jerks away slightly, but stops herself. "Oh, you are a good girl." She half giggles, "That feels so good, keep it up." Her other foot raises slightly, tracing a line down my leg and back up. She lifts her foot slowly, somewhat shaky, her toes barely touching me, tracing a line up my stomach and up to my chest. She seems to weigh my breast with her foot, bobbing it up and down then curling her toes back and pressing her foot into my chest, massaging my tit with her foot. She squeezes her toes tight around my nipple, he flesh cold, my nipple becomes rock hard. "Kiss my foot." My hands stop for a moment, I almost say no, but catch myself. Looking up, I'm faced with her foot just inches from my chin. "I want you to kiss my foot." He voice takes on a somewhat more commanding tone, an underlying threat veiled in a sweet musical voice. I let go of the foot in my lap and gently grasp the foot in front of me. I start with the big toe, kissing the pad of the toe, then the next, and next, across all of her toes. Lydia giggles as I kiss across the ball of her foot and down the soft middle areas. "Good girl." She's giggling, the threat in her voice vanished, "Open your mouth, wide." I do and she guides her foot into my mouth. For a moment, I'm stunned, I've never had a foot in my mouth before, I can't imagine how ridiculous I must look. "Good girl." Gavin coos, reaching out to the table next to him, he picks up the camera from the night before and starts snapping pictures. "Look at me." He says, staring down at the small viewing screen, "Good." Snap, snap, snap. He places the camera back on the table and picks up a stack of something and passes it to Lydia. Lydia giggles as my tongue passes under her toes, trying to stop a line of drool from running out of my mouth. "Don't wiggle your tongue." She laughs, taking the stack from Gavin. I can't hold it in without moving my tongue, a line of drool runs from the corner of my mouth down into my lap. My breathing is loud, I struggle to swallow back some of the spit gathering in my mouth. With Lydia's foot in my mouth, I can't help but to look straight ahead, Lydia is thumbing through the papers that Gavin handed her, the pictures from the night before. She stops and stares at each, commenting on a few, "I like this one." And "Very nice." Then hands them back to Gavin. My mind wanders back to the night before, to the pictures that Gavin was taking, embarrassed at the thought of this woman that I don't know seeing me balanced on the ottoman with cum splashed across my face or with Gavin's cock buried in my throat. I feel the red rush back into my cheeks. The stack of pictures is back in Gavin's hands, he's thumbing through them quickly. "This is what you are." He says turning the photos around and holding them up so that I can see them. I'm prone on the ottoman, my body arching as my hands are gripping my feet. The butt plug is visible, sticking up from my ass and my mouth is stretched wide by Gavin's cock. My eyes are red from gagging and small tears are trailing down my cheeks. "That is exactly what you are, a whore." He turns the stack around so that he can see them, flipping through several of the pictures, finding it, he turns it back around so that I can see it, "That is all you're good for." He says, holding up the photo of me with cum splashed across my face, still prone on the ottoman. "Gavin." Lydia laughs, "That's mean, she's a good girl." "Yeah," he says, leaning back into the couch, "she's a good fuck toy." Part of me wants to storm out of this apartment, to stand up, slap Gavin, walk out, slam the door, and never see him again. But a part of me, a dark part of me that I didn't want to acknowledge, is somehow pleased. I made Gavin happy, he's pleased with me, I'm good for him. I disgust myself, and yet I'm excited. I become aware of the butt plug again and let out a slight moan around Lydia's foot. "She's had enough." Lydia says, slowly pulling her foot from my mouth, a thick and long line of drool following. She wipes her foot off on my legs. I stretch my jaw then close my mouth to swallow the rest of the spit, a stream of drool connects my chin to my leg. Lydia reaches out to unzip Gavin's pants, taking his cock out. His cock is soft and small, she holds it in her hand, shifting it slightly, as if inspecting it. "Get this hard for me." She says, turning to look at me. I crawl to the couch. Lydia holds Gavin's cock for me as I take it into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. He's soft, but growing, each time I take his cock into my mouth it grows more, pushing further into my mouth. When he's harder, Lydia lets go of his cock and places her hand on the back of my head, petting my hair and pulling it out of my face. She gathers my hair in her hand, holding it tight, guiding my head up and down on Gavin's cock. Gavin lets out a low groan, pushing himself into the couch and thrusting his hips slightly to meet my mouth. "Get him good and hard for me." Lydia pushed my face harder into his cock, holding it there. I swallow hard as Gavin's cock fills the back of my throat, I can't pull away. Like the night before, my entire body tenses as I gag around his cock. "You sound like a dying duck." She laughs, "Make her do it again." Gavin thrusts hard into my throat, deeper than before as Lydia holds my head in place by my hair. His cock slams into the back of my throat, then seems to slide deeper. I can't help it, my back arches and I tense again for another round of gagging and gasping. Lydia laughs again, breathless, "Oh, that's too much, you're such a good girl." Lydia stands up beside me and slips out of the sun dress, letting it fall around her feet. She's completely naked. With her foot she nudges the dress out of the way and kneels beside me. Her hands are just a little cool as she caresses my shoulders and back. Her touch is soft and exciting. Her hands move back and forth, back and forth, soothing as Gavin hammers his cock into my mouth. I can't help but to moan around Gavin's cock as Lydia grasps the end of the butt plug sticking out of me, pushing it deeper into me. My back arches again as she works the butt plug in and out, in and out, driving me mad. "Ok, that's enough." Lydia pulls my head back by my hair, Gavin's cock is hard and almost eye level, pointing at me. "Save some for me." She eases the butt plug out of my ass completely then pulls me back by my hair into a sitting position. "Here, hold this for me." Lydia holds the butt plug up to my mouth. I hesitate for a moment, the toy was just in my ass, I meet her eyes and see the resolve. I open my mouth and she gently glides the butt plug into my mouth. "Good girl." She smiles, tweaking one of my nipples, standing and offering a hand to Gavin. The butt plug isn't very long, but it's wide and uncomfortable in my mouth. Again, drool and spit pool in my mouth, I don't want to swallow it down and so I let it pour from my mouth. The butt plug is musty tasting and bitter, I can't help but to wonder how many women have used this toy. How many women have had this butt plug in their asses? Gavin takes Lydia's hand and rises from the couch, moving around me, he undresses quickly, dropping his clothes on the floor. Standing behind me, I feel his cock, hard and warm, brush against my hair and shoulder. "You're being very good tonight." He says. I can't help but to feel equal amounts of humiliation and pride. "I wasn't sure if this would be too much for you." "No," Lydia smiles down at me, "She's a good girl, she knows her place." Lydia runs a hand through my hair then pats my head. Gavin steps around me, walking to Lydia. He looks her up and down, his cock bouncing and rubbing against her shaved cunt. "I love your tits." He almost whispers, cupping one of her small breasts. Lydia lets out a low his as he pinches one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Gavin watches her as he pinches harder and harder, her eyes closing, she bites her lip. "Lay back." Lydia leans back into the couch, pushing herself down so that her ass hangs over the edge. She spreads her legs wide, ready for Gavin. Gavin turns to look at me, "Take that out of your mouth and put it back where it belongs." I do as I'm told, removing the butt plug slowly, trying to swallow back as much of the drool and spit as possible. The butt plug is good and lubed with my spit and slides easily back into my ass. I can't help but to moan as it slides in me. Gavin kneels in front of Lydia and pushes his cock into her waiting cunt, her legs spreading even further as he enters her. "Oh god." She moans, her eyes half closing. "Get closer." Gavin snaps, almost annoyed, looking at me. I edge forward until I'm pressed against Lydia's leg. His thrusts are slow and steady at first, his hands running up and down Lydia's legs and down, grabbing at her ass. Then the rhythm steps up, his thrusts are faster and harder. With each thrust I can hear skin smacking wetly and Lydia letting out the smallest of grunts. Fuck her, I think. I'm jealous, I'm supposed to be the one getting laid, I'm the one who Gavin should be fucking, not her. Fuck her, fuck her silly, the though keeps playing over and over in my head. I want to see him hurt her, I want to see her crying out, I want to see her beg him to stop. The thought's interrupted when Gavin reached out, never once pausing with Lydia, to grab a handful of my hair. I may have let out a surprised cry when he did, but I'm not sure, and if I did, he didn't notice. "Keep your head here." He barked, thrusting harder and harder, pushing my head down onto Lydia's stomach. His cock was only inches from my face, I could see it, wet and red, each time he pulled out of Lydia. I could smell her pussy, a tangy and sweet smell. Gavin's hand in my hair was replaced by Lydia's. She was like a cat, kneading at my head and hair with her hands. At times she pulled on my hair, gripping it between her fingers and giving a small tug, other times she just let her fingers comb through my hair. Gavin pulled out of Lydia, his cock red and angry looking, as if ready to burst. "Open up." He snapped and thrust his cock into my face. Quickly I opened my mouth to accept his cock. I closed my lips around his cock, bobbing my head back and forth, up and down his shaft. I looked up to see a sneering smile on Gavin as he looked down at me, "Good girl." He sneered, petting my back, "Tell me, how does her pussy taste?" "This whore likes the way Misses pussy tastes." I could taste the tangy sweetness on his cock, her pussy tasted the way it smelled. "Tell her." He smiled, nodding toward Lydia. I turned to face Lydia, "This whore likes the way your pussy tastes Miss." I said, lowering my eyes, not wanting to meet her gaze, to see her smile as I humiliate myself before her. "Thank you sweetie." I can hear the smile in her voice, why don't you take a taste for yourself. She shifts her hips toward me, lifting a leg over my head. I've replaced Gavin between her legs. "Go on, take a taste." I've never been with another woman before, and for just a moment I'm confused, I hesitate. Lydia reaches out, grabbing my hair, and pulls my face into her pussy. I use my tongue to lap up and down her cunt, tasting more of the juices made from her and Gavin fucking, another reminder. Lydia lets out a soft moan as I work my tongue lightly going down and more forcefully going up. I pause for a moment to let my tongue dart into her hole, wiggling and exploring for just a moment before continuing to lap up and down. Lydia threw her legs around my head, hooking her feet behind my back, grabbed my head and began to rub her cunt back and forth across my mouth. I stopped lapping and held my tongue stiff as she worked her hips up and down. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling, forcing my face into her cunt. Lydia moved her hips in a rhythmic motion, gasping and moaning, becoming more and more frantic, tensing the further she went. She was about to cum, I could feel all her muscles tense, twitch, then tense again. Her hand pulled hard against my hair, gripping and pulling, I didn't notice, I wanted her to cum, I wanted to make her cum. I lapped my tongue against her wet cunt, wide and broad strokes as she thrust her cunt up and down my face. Finally, she was ready, her legs tensed around my head, I felt her go stiff, still rubbing her cunt against my face, moaning, a guttural noise. I looked up to see her face, to see the strain of release. Lydia's head was pushed back into the couch cushions, her eyes pressed closed, she was biting her bottom lip and moaning. Her hips thrust slower and slower, she had cum. Her fingers relaxed in my hair, unwinding, then smoothing out and combing the hair back from my face. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 02 "Oh what a good girl." She smiled, laughing breathlessly. "What a good girl you are." I smiled slightly and shyly, basking in the praise. I was a good girl, I satisfied my Miss, I satisfied Gavin. I was a good girl. I pressed my head up to meet her soft petting, I was a good girl. My mouth, nose, and chin were wet and dripping with my saliva and Lydia's juices, I licked my lips for one last taste. "Roll over." Gavin said, looking at Lydia and stroking his cock slowly. Lydia rolled over, her knees on the floor, her upper body on the couch. She spread her legs to let him take her from behind, her cunt glistened with my spit and her juices, I couldn't help but to smile, admiring my work. Gavin knelt behind her, rubbing his cock against the sticky wetness of her cunt, the touch of his cock making Lydia arch slightly. He rubbed it up and down, up and down, then pressed the head against her asshole, using the spit and juice as lube. Lydia let out a moan that sounded more like a bark as Gavin slid his cock slowly into her ass. He paused when he was all the way in her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to look down and admire his cock in her ass. Gavin pulled back slowly almost to the tip, then slid back in slowly, his thrust met by a small moan from Lydia. Again he pulled back slowly, then he slammed his cock into her ass, thrusting, she barked again, her fingers gripping the cushion. Gavin smiled wickedly, a sneer more than a smile, thrusting harder each time Lydia barked or moaned. "Get over here." He snapped at me again, grabbing my hair and pulling me down, shoving my face down on the top of Lydia's ass. "Open up." He said, pulling his cock from Lydia's ass and thrusting it in my face. Reluctantly I took his cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Grabbing my head from behind he thrust hard and fast into my mouth, fucking my face. I gagged, almost spitting out drool. A thick line of spit and drool running from my mouth down Lydia's ass. Gavin pulled his cock from my mouth and pressed it back into Lydia's ass, she moaned loudly, another bark. "How does her ass taste baby?" he sneered at me as he thrust harder and harder into Lydia. "This whore liked the way Misses ass tastes." I whispered more than spoke. "Louder, so she can hear you." I said it again, almost yelling. Lydia was still barking with each thrust of Gavin's cock. She was small and Gavin had a good thick cock. Gavin was almost ready to cum, I could tell by the look of tension and concentration in his face, he was thrusting harder and faster still. "Oh god." He swore, grabbing her hips tight and burying his cock into her ass. Lydia was almost screaming as he drove into her, cumming. His thrusts became slower and stiffer as he milked the last few drops of cum into her ass. "Clean this mess up." He said to me, pulling his shrunken and red cock from Lydia's ass. "Get in there and lick up every drop of cum." Quickly I moved behind Lydia, spreading her ass cheeks with my hands and pushing my face into her ass. I licked around her ass first, collecting all the cum that had oozed out, letting my tongue slip down to her cunt and back to her ass. Lydia moaned softly into the couch as my tongue circled around her asshole. "Get in there good, I want her cleaned out." Gavin said as he walked to the other side of the couch, picking up the camera. "You don't waste a drop of cum." The camera was on and he began to snap pictures. I was self conscious the night before, but that was gone now. I lapped obediently at Lydia's ass, driving my tongue into her ass to get every last drop of cum. Lydia moaned and wiggled slightly under me, thrusting her ass out slightly. I was a good girl, I was doing as I was told. My face was wet with spit, drool, and cum. "Look up." Gavin said, aiming the camera. I looked up with my eyes, never taking my tongue from Lydia's ass, meeting the snapping cameras gaze. "Good girl." Lydia rolled over, pulling herself up onto the couch, letting out a soft moan. Her cheeks were red, from the sex and from the couch. "You were a very good girl." She smiled, running a hand through my hair. "I can't wait to play with you again." She settled into the couch, a sated and satisfied look glowing about her face. I pressed my head up into her hand, the obedient pet. "Ok, Julie, it's time for you to go." Gavin started, placing the camera down on the table before sinking back into the couch. "Same time tomorrow." Lydia shifted, laying across the couch, placing her feet in Gavin's lap. "Goodnight sweetie." She smiled, still with the glow about her. I almost protested, I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to end this. I was good, I should get to cum, I should get satisfaction, I was a good girl. But that's not my place, I do as I'm told, I'm the toy to be taken out and played with, put back when my owner is done. It's not up to me. I was a good girl. The words are my satisfaction, my release. Reluctantly I turn to leave, crawling down the steps and to the landing. Sliding the butt plug out is the worst, I'm sore and aching for release. I wish it were my ass that Gavin was pounding, I wish it were my ass dripping cum onto his couch right now. I get dressed quickly, my mouth still damp, my hair in tangles from all the pulling and grabbing. I leave. I don't care if anyone sees me, if they know that I was Gavin's toy tonight. I don't care. Hail, Hail I wasn't a virgin when I first met Gavin, I had been with two other men. It wasn't anything slutty or deviant, they were both high school boyfriends. Of course, sex was new. Sure, girls talk about their exploits and we've all seen porn, but actually doing it is different. Discovering sex isn't just a matter of doing it and getting it out of the way, no, it's a journey. You do it and do it and do it. You try missionary and doggy style, you give and receive oral, you do it in the car and in the woods, you try everything and anything that you can think of just to experience it and discover what you enjoy, what turns you on the most. Gavin was older than me and had already graduated high school when we first met. I was introduced to him at a party and was instantly attracted to him. He was good looking enough, he had a good body, but it wasn't anything physical that really brought me to him. It was just a sense of danger that surrounded him. Unlike the high school boys, he was secure in himself, he was confident. He gave me a drink, he told me to sit, he grabbed my hand and led me outside, he kissed me, he felt me up, all with an air of sureness and confidence that is foreign to the average high school boy. Underneath the confidence, however, was a sense of violence. It was a brusqueness, a forcefulness that I had never experienced before. He knew what he wanted from me. He knew how he wanted me to act. He knew what he wanted sexually. I was expected to comply. Gavin never asked me out, not like the typical high school boy does. We would meet up. He would tell me that he's coming over or he'd be there to pick me up. If I could go with him, I would, if not, it was fine, there was no pining away for me, he just made other plans. I think that aloofness made him all the more attractive to me. He didn't need me, and it made me want him all the more. I needed him. Sex was phenomenal. It was never love making. It was never sweet and tender. It was fucking, pure and simple fucking. Gavin didn't fumble around like the two I had before him. He positioned me how he wanted, he guided me, he was patient. I was his. He never asked, he took. Somewhere along the way things grew more and more intense. I had to call him sir. I couldn't refer to myself in the first person, I had to call myself 'this whore.' I wore a collar and was led around on a leash. I became a toy for him. I was nervous the first time that invited another man over to have sex with me. Gavin watched at first then joined in. I was too nervous to really find pleasure in it the experience, but it wouldn't be the last time he invited others into our sex life. I can't say how many different men I fucked in the time that I was with Gavin. It became common to have one or two men join us. There were times when I was blindfolded and tied to a table, used over and over again by I don't know how many men. We attended swingers parties where he showed me off, allowing different men to use me or to simply cum on me. Oral, anal, double-penetration, it was all common. I was a toy to be used and shared. Tom was there one night, he was one in a group of men that was to have me, but I couldn't do it anymore. I ran away. Tom chased after me. That was the last night of my relationship with Gavin and the start of my relationship with Tom. Tom never shared me. He was tender, he was caring, he was everything that Gavin wasn't. For the last seventeen years I have been Toms and only Toms. I haven't been with another man other than Tom. So, you can understand my shock and trepidation when I heard the voices of other men when I walked into Gavin's house. Work took a little longer than I had expected, and so I was late showing up to Gavin's house. I was taken back when Lydia opened the door for me, she was naked, smiling, "You're late, we had to start without you, sweetie." "This whore apologizes Miss Lydia." I said, standing in the open door, wondering if anyone on the street could see us, listening closely for the voices from upstairs. "Good girl." She cooed, "You remembered my name, I'm impressed." She stepped close, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek and taking my hand in her own, "Now, let's get you upstairs." Her lips were soft, her skin was clean, washed in a flowery fragrance. Normally I'm not attracted to women, but I could feel myself responding to Lydia, that ache returning. I wanted to kiss her back, to slip my tongue into her mouth while holding her against me. "We're going to get you all prettied up down here though before we head up." She said, holding up something in her hand. I hadn't seen that she was holding anything, I wasn't paying any attention to her hands. I didn't say anything, it wasn't my place to. At first I thought it was a hat, but I could see that it was a leather mask, a full over the face mask that she was holding up. "Hold this." Lydia said, handing me the mask, it was smooth and soft, real leather, not latex. She pulled my hair out of my face and back, securing it with one hand. "Put it on." She ordered, the sweetness slipping from her voice and taking on a more commanding tone. I was hesitant, but I did what I was told and slid the black mask over my head, the zipper in the back. There were no holes for eyes. I thought that I had put the mask on wrong, but everything else was right. My nose fit into the small nose notch, lining up with the holes to breath, my mouth lined up with the hole for the mouth, but no holes for the eyes. "Good girl." Lyda said softly, stepping behind me, still holding my hair. The mask tightened across my face as she pulled the zipper down, securing the mask in place. "We're going to have some fun tonight." She whispered, her hands sliding down my sides. The voices had gone silent, then I heard a laugh. It wasn't Gavin. I know his laugh, it was definitely someone else. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I felt the collar slip around my neck and Lydia's hands, soft and smooth, working the buckle. The small tag in the front jangled, a bell announcing my arrival. Then the loud clank of the leash snapping into place. "Down." Lydia commanded. It was a command, but the sweetness was still in her voice. I felt her walk past me, then the tug of the leash, beckoning me forward up the stairs. I moved slowly, crawling, placing each hand carefully, as I ascended the stairs slowly. Lydia kept a constant tension on the leas but didn't pull or yank. "Good girl." She cooed, I could hear her smile. Worse, I could hear footsteps, several footsteps from the room above. I could only imagine a group of people staring down at me. "Take off your clothes and hand them to me." Lydia spoke, her voice picking up more of a stern tone, a show for the group. I did as I was told, clumsily sliding out of my clothing, the air cool against my skin, my face reddening from the idea of being naked in front of others. It was more than that though, it was being naked and blind in front of others. I couldn't see the faces that were taking me in right now, I couldn't see if they were laughing at me, or who they were. You don't understand just how cruel and humiliating Gavin could be, my words could never truly do justice to the sadistic streak that runs through him. I wouldn't put it past him to invite a group of people that I work with or that my family knows over for one of these sessions just for the sheer delight of humiliating me. As I stood there, finishing taking my clothes off, I couldn't help but to wonder who these people were, but I dared not ask. That would be a terrible mistake, a liberty not afforded to a piece of meat. "Bend over sweetie." Lydia said softly, guiding my hand to the edge of the railing. I bent over, stiffly at first, then, finding the railing, relaxing. I heard the box open, my clothes dropping in, my old life being sealed away. Lydia was behind me now, I could feel her naked thighs against my ass, the small patch of hair, a landing strip, rubbing against me. My legs spread instinctively as she reached around the front of me, rubbing my clit slowly then pushing a finger into me slightly. The familiar ache from the night before had come back instantly, I couldn't help it, a low moan, hopeful and expectant escaping my mouth. "Oooh, the little whore is all wet already." She said, pulling her hand away. I heard a snap and then a few drops of liquid fell between my legs, Lydia's fingers working the liquid first around my ass, then pushing a finger, slowly and firmly, into my ass. I arched slightly against her hand, pushing back to meet her. "And very willing." She said, I could hear the smile in her voice. "What a good girl I have." Her finger continuing to rub the lube into my ass, pumping slowly, then the press of a second finger and more drops of lube being worked into me. "Get her ass up here." Gavin said from above us, his voice cool and impatient. Lydia pulled her fingers out of me quickly and pressed the butt plug against my ass, slowly sliding the toy into me. I gasped, I couldn't help it. "Down." She snapped, her voice mimicking Gavin's. I dropped to my knees as Lydia yanked down on the leash. She walked ahead of me, pulling against the leash. I moved up the last few stairs from the landing, I could feel the people around me even if I couldn't see them. How many were there, I wondered. What was Gavin planning? "Tie her up." Gavin said, the coolness of his voice grating on my nerves. This was the tone he took whenever he was going to push me, testing my limits. I crawled quickly as Lydia pulled the leash, leading me across the room. "Up." She snapped, then "Good girl." As I rose. "We're going to give our guests a show tonight." Gavin said from behind me, moving closer until he was right behind me. I could feel the denim of his jeans brush against my thighs and ass, nudging the butt plug slightly, sending a pang of ache shooting through my body. "Give me your hands" Gavin said, stepping around me, facing me. I lifted my hands slowly, I didn't need to see, I knew exactly what was happening. A chill ran through me, though I wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear. Maybe both. Gavin tied the rope loosely around one wrist, then the other. The rope looped several times around my forearms, binding them tight. He raised my hands and hooked the rope on something above my head, suspending me. He tugged hard a few times to make sure I couldn't pull away. I was trapped, I couldn't get away if I wanted. "See what a good whore she is." Gavin said to the group of men behind me. How many were there? I wondered, what was the plan? Would they each have me, one at a time? Would they all use me at the same time? Would they fuck me relentlessly in any hole they could get into? I tingled at the idea of being taken over and over, becoming aware of the butt plug in my ass and imagining a cock in its place, pounding against me. Oh god, what would Tom think? I could never explain this, it would be unforgivable. The thought just jumped into my head, a pang of guilt. For a moment I thought about calling out the safe word and running. Running just like I did before, but the lust won out. The excuses and rationales flooding my mind, 'he'll never know,' 'it's just sex, emotionless and animalistic sex,' 'I'll stop after tonight.' I gave in, my hands tied above my head, I waited to be used. No, it was more than that, I wanted to be used. I wanted cock after cock in me, to pound away at me, violently and "Let me show you guys what a good whore she is, have a seat." Gavin spoke behind me, to the people in the room, then to me, "I don't want you to make a peep." He came closer, an edge in his voice, "Not one fucking sound. Do you understand?" "This whore understands." I said quickly, then feeling my face turn red at the snickers coming from the couch. I felt Gavin step away from me, the shift in the air, the empty space around me. I thought about how I must look to these people, naked except for a mask, tied up, willing... what must they think. An idea popped into my head, if I can't see them because of the mask, then they can't see me. If they don't know me, if they don't know that it's me under this mask, then this is completely anonymous. I wouldn't have to feel self conscious at the grocery store, I wouldn't have to worry about leering looks and knowing smiles. I screamed at the first strike of the whip across my back. I arched, the butt plug rocketing out of my ass. My ropes held tight, I didn't budge or loosen at all. "What did I fucking say!" Gavin shouted angrily, it wasn't a question. The whip struck me again, harder, and again, I screamed out. I didn't mean to, the lashings took me by surprise. I wasn't ready for it, I was expecting to be used, but not like this. "Go pick that up." Gavin said, I assume referring to the butt plug, "Put it in her mouth, if she can't hold it in one shit hole maybe she can hold it in the other." Someone was behind me, it wasn't Lydia, I felt clothing brush against me. Then the plug being pushed against my mouth roughly, as if to shove it in me. I opened quickly and gagged as the plug was pushed deep into m mouth. "Not one more fucking noise from you." Gavin said from behind me. Another blow from the whip, it stung and I arched against it, but I didn't cry out, I kept my mouth sealed around the butt plug, biting into it a bit. Gavin paused, waiting to see if I'd cry out. I wouldn't. I'd show him. I won't cry out again. A fourth blow, harder than the others. Again I arch my back as the sting but don't make a sound. I am breathing hard though, I can't help it. I become aware of this for some reason, my breathing. It doesn't make sense to me, I haven't done anything, I haven't exerted myself, yet I'm breathing like I just ran around the block. Maybe this is my minds way of dealing with the pain and humiliation. Behind me I can he ohh's and gasps with each blow coming from the audience on the couch. At least two distinct sounds, maybe a third. "How's that feel bitch." One of them shouts, a mocking tone. The leather muffles the sound, I can't really hear the voice all that well. I can't tell if it's a voice I know or not. Another blow, then another then another... three right in a row. My back sore and I'm sure that welts are rising. It feels hot, like I've been burned. I don't feel a wetness though, so I don't think the skin has been broken. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 02 Another. Another. The blows are landing from just above my as to just below my neck. It's a thick leather whip with several tails. I can't tell how long it is, but it's heavy. Each blow stings at the tips and thumps hard against my back, almost knocking the wind out of me. "Anyone else want to try?" Gavin asks, inviting the audience into the show. "Yeah, let me." I think it's the same guy who shouted out a moment ago. "Get ready bitch." He swears, more under his breath than to me. He lands a blow high across my back, the tails coming down across my shoulder. I cry out a bit, the butt plug sticking from my mouth muffing the noise. "Shut the fuck up." He hollers, bringing the whip hard across the small of my back. I arch against the pain, biting deep into the butt plug to stifle another cry. "You like this, don't you?" he asks, whipping again and again. "This really tires you out, doesn't it." He says to Gavin and the rest of the people behind me, laughing. "Who's next?" "Me." Another voice, I can't tell if I recognize the voice or not. I'm still, bracing for another round of blows from the whip, biting into the butt plug. "Spread your legs." He says, bringing the whip lightly across my ass. I do as I'm told, inching my legs apart with my feet. I jump as the whip comes up between my legs, it's a light blow that startles me more than hurts. "Good girl." He's speaking softly, I can't tell if I recognize his voice or not. "Can I turn her around?" he asks away from me. "Go ahead." Gavin answers, he's across the room. Warm hands grab he on my sides and turn me, I move to keep up. I'm facing the audience now. This is even more humiliating somehow. I still have the mask on, I still don't recognize the voices, but I'm self conscious facing them nonetheless. The warm hands slide from my sides to my tits, he rubs them hard, pinching my nipples. This feels good. Finally. He pinches harder and I want to moan, but I hold it in. The pinching is a piercing feeling, he's pulling harder and harder as he pinches, then let's go. Again, I'm out of breath, breathing hard against the pain. He rubs by tits again, softly, then in one quick motion, he pulls away then smacks my right breast. I breathe in hard against the pain, refusing to cry out. Another smack, another. He smack the other breast, harder, smacking over and over. I can't help it, I let out a grunt or a cry or a mix of the two. It's animalistic, it's a strangled noise of pain. My chest is sore and bruised feeling. "Shut the fuck up." He swears, grabbing my face, pushing the butt plug further into my mouth, "Shut the fuck up." He says each word with emphasis, moving closer to me, almost whispering the threat in my ear. Roughly, he turns me back around, I struggle for balance even though I can't fall. The whip comes down even harder, the sting deeper after having time to welt up. The blows come quick, one, two, three four five sixseveneightnineten... I lost count. I was biting deep into the butt plug, afraid that I would bite right through the thick plastic. Drool and spit had shot out of my mouth and were running down my chin, under the mask. He thows the whip around my neck like a garrote, stepping in close to me and pulling tightly "This what you want?" I struggle to breathe, I can't. "This is what you want, isn't it. You like this." He says, a maliciousness in the whisper as he twists the whip tighter. My face is burning, I can't breathe. I nod yes, Nodding furiously, gasping, aspirating. He releases the whip, pulling it from around my neck. I spit the butt plug out, choking and gasping for air. I can't get enough air, I want to drop to the ground but only wind up swinging slightly as my legs go out. Lydia comes over, I can tell by the soft hand she places on my back and the naked skin rubbing against my own. "Breathe sweetie, nice and slow." She says, stroking my back softly, "Come on, get on your feet." I know I'll breath better standing, I get my legs under me and stand. As my breathing steadies and becomes less ragged, I become increasingly aware of her hand gently stroking my back, her fingers trailing over the raised welts. I wince, but I also feel a stirring, I can feel myself getting wetter. My god, what have I become. "That's a girl." She kisses my mouth softly and slowly, cupping my masked face, then kissing again, this time I'm prepared and my lips meet hers, my tongue darting into her mouth, touching hers. "Good girl." She says, pulling away from me, her hand making one last slow and gentle pass down my back. "Next." Gavin calls. So there is another. He's going to continue! My god, how many more? Why is he going on after that last guy almost killed me? Who are these people? Why would Gavin let them treat me like that, or at least go that far? Questions flood my mind, but my body betrays me. The idea of being naked in front of this group of men, the idea of being a toy for them to use, the idea of being a warm lump of meat that satisfies their desire, it warms me, I'm wetter now than ever. I want a cock in me, no, I crave a cock. I want them all. I want them to take me, one after the other, take me as hard and as long as they want. "She's had enough." Lydia says. Part of me breathes a sigh of relief, part of me want to tell her "no, let them go on." "Since when do the cunts get a say?" it was the one who just choked me senseless. "Sorry." Lydia squeaked, distressed. Did Gavin grab her? Is she paying for speaking up for me? I desperately want to see. "Stay down, and get that ass up." Gavin says, "Give me a hand getting her down." Rough hands are on me, lifting the knotted rope off of whatever suspended me. I feel myself go a little limp but catch myself. The warm and rough hands feel good on my skin, the contact making me want more. "Bring her here." Gavin instructs the guy that's holding me. They bring me a few steps only, the gentle touch of jeans and hands brushing against me stirring my desire into a frenzy. I want to reach for their cocks, pull them out and suck and fuck each one. That's not for me to decide though. I'm the toy. I'm the one who gets used, I don't make decisions. "Sit." A hand grabs mine as I carefully go down to the floor, my feet tucked under me. "No, on your ass." I shift, taking my feet out from under me, I'm leaning against the couch. A hand grabs my face, not hard or roughly, then pushes my head back. "Stay like this." Gavin says, a cold cold voice. I can feel skin on my shoulders. I can smell the warm musk of Lydia's cunt just above my face. My back aches and burns as the welts press against the couch. My hands want to go up and grab her hips, bring her pussy down to my mouth. I want to feel her pressed against me, I want to satisfy her for coming to my aid. A hand grabs my face roughly, pressing a thumb and finger to either side of my mouth, forcing it open. "Open up bitch." It was the guy who choked me, "You're the cum catcher tonight, don't you fucking move." I froze, mouth open under Lydia's cunt. I could hear the jingle of a belt being loosened, and the sound of pants dropping to the ground. Hairy legs brushed against my side, a close feeling as one of the men came up behind Lydia. "Open up bitch." A cock pressed into my mouth, I opened wider to take it in. He thrust in my mouth hard, pushing my head down into the pillow. "Get it good and wet." He pulled out and pressed his cock against Lydia's cunt. I couldn't see, but I could hear the wet noise of him pushing into her. She let out a slight gasp as he pressed in, the wet noise slow at first then louder and faster. He thrust hard and fast, his balls brushing my chin and mouth with each thrust. In one motion, he thrust, then pulled out, then pressed his cock into my mouth. I choked as he shot his load into my mouth, his cock twitching, shooting cum in spurts. He grunted, grasping his cock and milking out the last few drops into my mouth. I could feel his legs go slack a bit, leaning against the couch. Lydia and this man, breathing hard, my face pinned to the couch by his cock and her legs, I coughed against the cum then swallowed, taking it all in, every last drop. "Good girl." He grunted, pulling his softening cock from my mouth and bouncing it off my face twice, "Good girl." He stood slowly and weakly, could feel his knees shaking. "Next." He called out, a smile in his voice. Again, the sound of a belt loosening and pants falling to the ground. The next man moved into position to mount Lydia, legs pressing to either side of me, a cock brushing past my face and the wet noise as he rubbed the head against her wet cunt. Lydia let out a slight moan as he pushed in, taking her fast and hard the way the first had. I lay there, mouth open, cum still on my lips, waiting for another load. Again, balls were brushing against my chin and mouth, I darted my tongue out to meet them and he moaned. "Yes, keep that up." I kept my tongue out, licking against his balls with every thrust. He began to move more erratic, thrusting harder and faster, letting out a slight grunt he pulled out of Lydia and shot is load into my waiting mouth. It didn't all make it. I could feel a splash across the mask around my mouth and a spurt shot into my nose. I breathed out hard and licked the cum from around my mouth as far as I could reach. "Let me help with that." He said, leaning back, he wiped the cum with a finger from the mask, bringing it to my waiting mouth. "Good girl." He said as I licked the last bit of cum from his finger, "Gavin's got himself one hell of a good whore." "Next." He called, rising shakily from the couch. Again, another man behind Lydia, pushing into her and the grunts and sighs of sex taking place above me. I'm yearning for my turn, to be the one bent over the couch, I don't care who these men are, I don't care if I know them or not, I don't care how many there are, I don't care what they do to me. I'm a service animal, I give in. My tongue darts out furiously, licking against the hairy sack that brushes over my mouth. I'm aching for a cock, I lift my head, pressing my mouth almost fully against the balls of the faceless man, so close that I feel his cock slide across my face as he thrusts in and out of Lydia. My head meeting her stomach, my nose just above her cunt. I give in, I reach up, grabbing her hips and bury my mouth against Lydia's cunt, my tongue licking at the cock pounding against her. She sighs, reaching down and pushing my head further into her. "Oh god." The man fucking her moans and I lick at his shaft. He starts pounding harder, like the others, harder and faster as he comes closer to cumming. I pull away slightly and open my mouth, ready for another load. I'm greedy, I want more, almost moaning myself in frustration. He pulls out, letting his cock hand in front of my face, spurting. I move my mouth quickly to the head of his cock, taking him in my mouth, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth as it sends out spurt after spurt of hot cum down my throat. I swallow several times, taking in every drop, sucking hard to drain every drop of cum. He pulls out and I bring my mouth up to Lydia's cunt, my tongue darting into her, tasting the mix of cock and cunt, I rub my face back and forth, letting those juices wet my lips and the mask. Lydia moans, sitting up, her cunt pressing down into my mouth, she moves her hips, bucking against my tongue. "That's enough for you." I barely hear Gavin. "Awww." Lydia moans, but does as she's told, rising from my still eager mouth. "Get that slut the fuck out of here, and remember what we talked about." No. I rage on the inside. No no no no no. It's not fair. I haven't had my turn. I struggle to keep from complaining. For a moment I lay there, still with my head back, aching, a mix of lust, desire, and disappointment. "Come on sweetie." She says, grabbing my hand, "sit up and kneel." I do as I'm told, sitting up, then getting my legs under me, I kneel, ready and waiting. Movement behind me and the clank of the leash being snapped into place. "Let's go." A tug, and I follow. I feel the men around me, I'm crawling past them all. "What do we say to guests Julie, do you remember?" Gavin chides from behind me. I pause a moment, "This whore says thank you." "Good girl." He coos. "Any time slut." "You're welcome whore." "Good little piece of fuck meat this one is." The comments, rude as they are, satisfy me slightly and make me ache even more. I want them all, I want them to take me one after the other, I want them to take me over and over, call their friends, open the door and call in men from the street, I want it so bad. I get to the edge of the stairs and Lydia helps me to my feet and down to the landing. I hold onto the railing as she lets go to get my cloths and unhook the leash. She leaves the mask and collar on, helping me down the stairs. At the bottom, she steps behind me, unzipping the mask and pulling it gently from my head, smoothing my hair out. I blink and squint against the glare of the light as Lydia traces a finger down my back, gently tracing a few of the welts. I stifle a small sigh, breathing in sharply and biting my lip. She turns me around, her face is red and the pattern of the couch slowly fading from her milky skin. "Here you go." She smiles, pressing my cloths into my hands. "You were a good girl tonight." Leaning in, she kisses me softly on the lips, I'm eager and meet her lips with my own, but it's a small kiss. Can she taste the cum on me? I wonder, leaning forward for a moment longer after the kiss, then pulling back. "Keep the collar with you from now on." She smiles wickedly, "Make sure you always have it with you. Do you understand." "This whore understands." I smile, whispering, my eyes taking her in longingly. "Good girl, now get dressed and go home sweetie." She darts in for one last kiss, a quick kiss, then turns back up the stairs. I watch her ass move up the stair while I dress. I've never been attracted to women, but I find myself rapt, watching as she climbs the stairs, the shifting of her heart-shaped ass, the line forming and stretching as she climbs. I can see an outline of her cunt, a silhouette of her lips, I want to bury my face in her again. I want to feel her hands in my hair, forcing my head down on her as each of those men take me, one after the other. Fully dressed, I leave, the collar still on my neck. It's mine, I'm owned, a pet, and I revel in that knowledge. I don't care who sees me, I give no concern to it at all, I leave, my head held high, the small dog tag with the word "whore" engraved on it, jangling as I walk to my car. As I drive home, I think about what happened in Gavin's apartment. I can't help it, the welts on my back, burning and itching, don't let my mind wander, they hold me, keeping me wet, keeping my mind on one thing. Something changed tonight, the self loathing that I've felt over the last few days is absent, the disgust, the revulsion and antipathy, all gone. Something in me snapped, I gave in, losing myself, not just in the moment, but in the whole situation. I'm a whore, I know this now. The idea doesn't bother me, the revelation doesn't disquiet me one bit, rather, I relish the thought, I find comfort and warmth in it. I gave in tonight. I gave in to Gavin, to the beating, to being used, to being an object, but more, I gave in to my desires and my lusts. Something awoke in my, or I should say, reawoke, and I embraced it. Don't get me wrong, I love Tom, he's my one. I'll always love Tom and I can't wait to be his bride, but I know what I want now. I want to be used. I want to be his object, I want to please him. I'm his to use as he sees fit. Maybe tonight didn't go as planned, and god knows, I'm still frustrated, but I'm happy with this new me. The lingering taste of cum in my mouth, the tightness of dried cum on my lips and chin stirs in me a wickedness. I think for a moment about driving to Tom's house and surprising him with a late night fuck, but I quickly reject the idea, how could I ever explain the marks on my back. No, I'll just have to wait, for satisfaction and for Tom. Shattered With my new sense of liberation, I was able to focus at work. Up until now, work had been a haze, a mindless number of hours spent going through motions that would keep me busy until the night, when I would go to Gavin's. Now it was different. I was self aware, finally. I knew who I was, and I was free to be who I am. I tackled my work with new vigor. My fugue had only lasted a few days, so no damage was done to my list of clients or my standing at the station, but I certainly had days to make up for, and I had the energy now to do it. A saleswoman by day, a piece of meat by night and a whore all of the time. I smiled at the thought and dived headlong into my work, calling clients, making appointments, designing new ads. It felt good to be back. For that morning, I was reborn. I wondered if this feeling was similar to those religious zealots who "find" Jesus. Did it feel invigorating like this? Each footstep had a purpose, each motion was fluid, each though was clear. I was a predator, feasting and reveling in the kill. I was the prey that escaped. I was desire and lust all rolled up in a midi dress and high heel slingbacks. Nothing could stop me. Every movement felt sensual, every person was sexual. Part of me wanted to strip down in the office and let everyone take a turn with me. The world had taken on a rosy tint. Gavin called me at lunch. I was sitting at my desk going over paperwork, I never eat. The phone rang, it was Gavin. "Hello whore." I stopped for a moment, taken aback, then recognizing the voice, "Hello." "Are you being a good girl today? "Yes sir." "Good." I could hear his smile, "Do you have the collar with you?" I paused for a moment, "Yes." Praying he wouldn't ask me to put it on now. "Is it handy?" "Yes." "I want you to put it on." I was silent, stricken. I lift my bag from beside my desk slowly, without looking down. Laying the bag on my desk I begin to fish around for the collar, still not looking down, still not willing to look at the part of my life that exists at night. These two worlds should never collide. "I. Want. You. To. Put. It. On." He said slowly, emphasizing each word, the smile faded from his voice, "Do. You. Understand. Me?" "Yes." "What?" the slightest bit of indignation in his voice. "This whore understands." I answer correctly, almost in a whisper. "Good, now put it on." I pull the collar from my bag, holding it, I force myself to look at it. The word "Whore" etched into the dog tag staring back at me. For a moment I consider putting it on, for just a moment. I can't hide it under my dress, the neck is too open for that. I can take the tag off, but the collar itself will still get me the odd look. No. I raise the collar to my neck, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear, and pretend to put the collar on. "It's on." "Good girl." He smiles, "Let me hear it jingle." Still holding the collar, I lift it up and wiggle it in my hand, letting the tag bounce against the metal clip. This feels wrong, I'm lying, I'm breaking yet another trust. "Good, now keep that on until tonight. I want you over here at six. Do you understand." "This whore understands." I answer, the words seem hollow, fake, just like me. "Good." I hang the phone up and take a moment, sliding the collar back into my bag. I realize that I'm not as liberated as I thought. I'm not the sated predator, I'm not the escaped prey, I'm nothing, because I've ventured nothing. I'm a waste. Tears start to well, but I push and swallow them back then lose myself in work, the mindless and numbing work that I've grown accustom to over the last few days. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 02 As for my indiscretion, Gavin won't know. He can't, unless he comes here. I'll put the collar on in the car on my way to his house and act the part. I'll act satisfied when he tell me that I've been good. I'll smile and beam as though I had worn the collar all day, as if I had suffered the indignation and humiliation of having my office see me wearing a dog collar with a tag that reads "Whore." Gavin won't know. For a moment, paranoia begins to take hold. Is he here? I scan the office, raising slightly to see through the window into the maze of cubicles. No, I don't see Gavin. I don't see Lydia. Nothing. Could someone here be watching me for him? That's insane, I tell myself, but I still look. The office is alive and active as it always is during the day. The steady flow of people to different cubicles, to the shredder, to the closet, to the bathroom... One of the women is on the phone, one of the guys glances my way, is he looking at me? Is she staring at me, discussing me on the phone? STOP!! I almost shout out loud. I'll go crazy this way. Gavin can't possibly know. He doesn't have anyone here watching me. It's a small affair, it's not the Watergate conspiracy. Caught in the Act I stayed later at work in order to just drive straight to Gavin's house. He wanted me there at six, too much time to leave right from work, but not enough time to go home to shower first. Anyone familiar with upstate NY can tell you, the drive from Albany to Palenville then to Kinderhook is over a hundred miles, fuck that. I get to Gavin's right on time, the collar now in place around my neck, and Lydia greets me when I knock on the door. Seeing her brings a smile, a coy smile, I feel like I'm in high school staring at my crush. I can't help it, I feel my face redden and I Look down. She's in another sun dress, no shoes. It's low cut and she's not wearing a bra. The material is thin and I can see the outline of her nipples against the material. "Hey." She smiles warmly, but hesitant, distant "Come in." I hope that she leans in for a kiss or grabs my hand, something, I need the contact. But she walks up the stairs, no kiss, no touch, nothing. I can see the leash and butt plug in one of her hands, the toys for tonight. "Put your clothes in the box, hurry up, Gavins waiting." There was something in her voice, a tone maybe, that put me on edge. My mind went back to the idea that Gavin might know that I didn't put on the collar. I undressed quickly, slipping out of my clothes and folding them neatly in the box. I tried to put the idea that Gavin knew behind me, to forget, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. A dread was coming over me, that feeling of inescapable dread. It's the kind of dread that you feel when you're a kid in school, a failing mark on your report card, and your mother waiting at home. You know you're in trouble. I had that feeling. The air is cold, or is it me? I'm naked, waiting. Lydia slips behind me with the leash, clicking the metal in place. "Down." Her voice cold, devoid of the familiar tenderness. Lydia drips the lube onto my waiting ass, massaging the liquid in with a finger, then sliding the butt plug in almost in one push. I gasp and start to flinch away, but Lydia pulls tight on the leash, holding me in place. I push back into the butt plug, a gasp escaping my throat despite the taut leash. "No." She snaps, yolking the leash back and bending down, pointing her finger in my face the way you would a dog, "No." she repeats, "Don't pull away from me ever again. Understand?" "This whore understands." I answer quickly, eyes down. There's definitely an edge to her voice. I want to ask what's wrong, but I don't dare. Her eyes are cold and angry, I've never seen her like this before. "Good, let's go." She loosens her grip, I can breathe again. Lydia leads me up the stairs, walking right through the living room, towards the back of the house. Every step for me is miserable, a panic runs through me. He knows, he knows, he knows - a mantra running through my mind. I'm frantic, almost dizzy, thinking about what Gavin will do. Each step that brings me closer to Gavin fills me with a greater sense of dread. "Oh good," I hear Gavin but don't look up, "Our little whore is here." Lydia leads me right to Gavin. "Sit." Again, her voice is cold and commanding, not the soft prodding of the last two nights. I sit, still not looking up, afraid that he'll see right through me or maybe I'll see that mixed look of rage and disappointment. Gavin's hand brushed through my hair slightly, gently. "Did you do as you were told? Did you leave the collar on?" his voice was too gently, too relaxed. I panicked, I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest. What do I say, what do I saywhatdoIsaywhatdoIsay... My mind seemed to race and freeze all at the same time. He knows, he knows he knows he knows. Oh god, he knows. "Yes." I hear myself lie, shrinking in on myself, afraid. "Good." I could hear the smile in his voice, "Go put her in the shower." Lydia walked past me, tugging on the leash, "Come." I followed her into the master bathroom, a medium sized room with a large shower stall against the far wall. "Get in there." Lydia held back the curtain, leading me by my leash into the shower, "Now sit." I sat facing the wall of the shower, the leash slackening as Lydia folded the shower curtain back, tucking it in on itself, exposing the whole shower. "Turn around and face me." Lydia said from behind me, I obeyed, still keeping my eyes down, a sliver of hope that I hadn't been caught in my lie starting to blossom in me. Lydia leaned down, her face inches from my own, as she unclipped the leash from my collar. "Good." Gavin said, walking up behind Lydia, "Now look at me." I looked up, hesitating for a moment to look into his eyes, then meeting his gaze. He stood in front of me fully clothed, Lydia beside him, pressed close against his left side in the tight bathroom. "Good girl, now open your mouth." He said, beginning to unzip his pants, "Open up wide and stay that way." I did, waiting for his cock, ready to take him in my mouth and throat. He pulled his cock out, it was still limp though slightly engorged, starting to get hard. "Look at me." He said, a cold command. My eyes snapped back up. "Good." He smiled a wicked smile, "Now stay just like that." He moved slightly, coming closer, standing at the edge of the shower. Gavin shifted just a bit, then a warm, almost hot blast hit me in the chest then arched up to my mouth. I made a noise, a gagging and spitting noise and turned away, spitting the urine from my mouth. I spit again and again all within a few moments, without ever having though about it. It was a reaction. "No." he boomed and as quickly as I had turned and begun to spit, Gavin yanked me back up by my hair. The pain was fiery as he pulled my hair, yanking me back into place and holding me up straight, I did my best to stretch, to ease the tension on my hair, my hands shot up to his, holding the fist that held my hair. "Put your fucking arms down and open your fucking mouth." He was standing over me, my hair firm in one hand the other hand closed just as tightly around his cock. His grip was tight, the flaccid head poking out of his fist, red and engorged, holding back the piss he intended for me. I settled back down, shaking, still arched up, my scalp screaming from the yanking and pulling. "Now open your fucking mouth." I did. I almost sighed as his grip on my hair relaxed. Gavin let go, stepping back, then the blast of piss hit me, higher this time, on m chin then arching into my mouth. I squinted and closed off my throat. The hot liquid filled my mouth and spilled out down my chin and neck, down my chest then spreading across my legs, pooling in my lap and slowly trickling between my legs. It was warm against my cunt, it almost felt good. The noise was ridiculous, the same splashing wet sound of a man pissing into a urinal. Gavin stepped closer as the stream began to lose its force, diminishing, he couldn't arc it into my mouth any longer, the stream slowly fading. It stopped. I opened my eyes just in time for Gavin to shake his cock, throwing droplets of piss onto me. "This is what lying whores get, pissed on." He says, taking a step back, tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping, "You're nothing but a lying piss mop." I freeze. He knows, dear god, he knows. My face is red, I can feel it. Tears well up, I want to bring my hands up, to hide my face. I disappointed Gavin. I disappointed him again. I want to cry. What the hell is wrong with me. "Now get the fuck out of my sight." I can see the frustration and disappointment on his face, "Go home and don't come back here." "No." I shouted/cried. "No, please." "Awww, give the little cunt another try." Lydia smiles down at me, "Look at how pathetic she looks, how can you turn that away." "She's a lying bitch and I'm not putting up with it anymore." "Please, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, please." The words string together, I'm begging without even realizing it, a stuttering and drooling thing. Lydia is right, I'm pathetic, god, how pathetic. "Tell me why I should let you stay. Tell me what you want from me." "I'll be good, I'll be a good girl, I promise." I edge forward, leaning on the edge of the tub, I reach out for his foot, holding it in my hands, I bend my head, please. "I believe her." Lydia says, "Give her another chance." "She still has to tell me what she wants." He lifts the toe of his shoe in my hand, "Kiss it and tell me what you want from me." I bring my lips to the top of his shoe, kissing, it's a salty taste, I kiss it over and over. "Tell me." He almost shouts. "I want you to fuck me." I didn't want to say it out loud, I didn't want to voice it, but there it is. "I want to be used, I want to feel you in me. I want to be yours." "That's what you want?" Gavin steps back, "You want to fuck?" "What a little whore." I can hear the smile in Lydia's words. "I thought you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but if that's what you want, I'll make it happen." Bending down, Gavin grabs a handful of my hair, yanking it back hard, "Go away and come back tomorrow night, same time." "Get her out of here." He says to Lydia, leaving the room. "Come on sweetie." Lydia says, taking the leash and leading me from the bathroom. On the landing, still wet with urine, I begin to dress, the leash and collar coiled neatly in the box. The collar no longer in my possession, a loss of trust. I feel the disappointment, I feel it from Gavin, I feel it in myself. "I'm sorry." I breath, still struggling to hold back the tears. "It's ok baby." Lydia coos, smiling warmly, "But I think you might want to think about this and prepare yourself, you know Gavin, he'll give you what you want but..." She's right. It's never cut and dry, he'll have something planned, he'll give me what I want, but not exactly as I want it. I walk to my car, the cool breeze reminding me that my hair and neck are still damp with urine. The wild emotional spikes, the ups and downs, the high and low. God, it's like I'm 17 all over again. Then I think, Tom. Oh, my Tom. I hadn't thought of him at all. I hadn't given him a thought, I left him in that box with my clothes. I shed him like a cheap garment and tossed him aside. I never had such a low in all my years with Tom, he never made me feel like I deserved to be used as a urinal... but he also never gave me ecstasy, I never felt a high with Tom as I did with Gavin. The steadiness was something I needed at one point, something I cherished, and still do. But I crave the high, and even, in order to appreciate the high, I cherish the lows. In that bathroom, kneeling in front of Gavin and Lydia, piss flowing into my mouth, running down my chin, followed by my begging, I was reduced to my purest self - a wanting and needy whore. In that moment when I was reduced to nothing, I could have had any thought, any idea to hold onto to lift me from that low. My mind could have reminded me that I'm a successful and educated woman, I could have thought of Tom and put all this behind me, I could have thought of my career, but no, I thought of only satisfying Gavin. My mind went to him. My every thought was Gavin. I still love Tom, please, please, please, know that. I love Tom and if I had to choose, Tom would win every time, but Gavin excites me. My thinking and rational heart will always be Tom's, my hunger and animalistic desires, however, lie in a darker area, a place where Gavin alone reigns. Of course, I come to this understanding of those events later, much later, after I've had time to process the whole of it all, after plenty of time was between my current self and the me that was sitting in my car, damp with urine, crying. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 03 Out of the Fire I cried myself through a shower that night, it was a good cry, the kind that sheds pain and guilt, the kind that in the end brings a type of clarity and renewal that you only experience through loss. But truly, in the end, it accomplishes nothing. The guilt isn't truly shed, you simply pay it homage. The pain is still there, it's simply been acknowledged. In the end, nothing has changed, but we feel better. It's a selfish thing really, that type of crying, it's more of a bemoaning, but we convince ourselves that we've somehow paid a penance. Really, I'm not sure if there is a penance for me. I'm not sure if there is forgiveness for what I've done. For what I've done to Tom, for what I've done to our lives, for what I've done to the past seventeen years, and for what I've done to myself. I had purpose. I had a life. I had a man who loved and cherished me for who I am. I had a career, a job that I was good at. I was careless. I tossed it all away for the physical. And what has that gotten me? I've been used in every way except in the way that I wished to be used. Instead of closing a chapter of my life, I started a new one, a dark one. All the good in my life now tainted, all the good in me tossed aside and forsaken so that I can be what? I hate to say the word, I hate to think it, but it's the truth... So that I could be a whore. That's what I've become. In one week I went from a successful woman about to get married to a whore who spends her day thinking about how I'll get used that evening. Over the week my mind wandered less and less to Tom, to my fiancée, and more and more to Gavin. It's not the same mind you. When I think about Tom, however less it is now, I get butterflies in my stomach. Tom is Prometheus, a man who brought light to my life. He is everything that is good. All that I am, I owe to him. But good can get dull. We need the dark in order to appreciate the light. That's where Gavin comes in. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't inspire me to strive to become the best of me, he doesn't motivate me to be. No. He makes me wet. He's going to use me, he's going to humiliate me, he's going to suppress who I am and make me his. As the competing thoughts of Tom and Gavin float through my mind, struggling for dominance, struggling for control, I look upon them both, turn my head to one, and whisper, "Use me, I'm you're whore." Tom fades, becoming a feeling, a ghost, and in the darkness, I'm left with Gavin. I stare at myself in the mirror after my shower, after I carefully towel myself dry. The welts still crisscross my back and chest. They're fading now. Scabs have formed where the skin had broken. Nothing deep, nothing too painful. I enjoy touching them. It's a penance, I deserve the pain, and it turns me on. God, what is wrong with me. "Who are you?" I ask the image in the mirror. "You're a whore." My mind shoots back. I have half a mind to go to Gavin right now, to throw myself at his feet and ask to be his. I know I won't be a wife or girlfriend. I know I won't be his equal. No. I want to be his whore. I want to be kept by him. Oh, how glorious. To shed everything, to shed the weight of Tom, to shed my job, to shed me, and to live as a nameless and faceless whore. To be kept a slave. The idea turns me on and I can't help but to think I need counseling. Dear god, help me. Everything is a chore now. Eating, sleeping, work, it's all a chore. It's all something I do in order to make it to the next time I see Gavin. I'm a zombie. I shuffle thoughtlessly through my day with only one thing on my mind. More than that, I consume and consume and consume. There is no satiation point, there is never enough, there is no depth to how low I will sink. At work, going through my day in a haze, I sit at my desk and check my email and a feeling of excitement and dread fills me when I see Gavin's name pop up. Quickly I click the email open. Whore, Be at this address tonight at 5. The address is a local hotel, a seedy place. There is a link. I follow it. It's a craigslist ad. I cringe. There is a picture of me, one of the pictures that Gavin snapped, cum splashed across my face, my mouth open... oh god. "$eeking $ome $pecial company, tonight only. Generou$ men only. Open to all $uggestions. Call..." the phone listed is Gavin's. My god, what has he done? My picture is on the internet, my face, my cum splattered face, forever on the internet. What if Tom sees it? What if one of my clients sees it? Jesus, what if my coworkers or bass sees it? Sure, they'd have to explain why they were looking there, but that seems like a small transgression compared to the ad with my face plastered on it. There is no explanation, there is no excuse. My head snaps up, I look out at the sea of coworkers through my office window, none are looking, none are staring. Oh god, someone will find out. Someone will know. Somehow this will get back to Tom. For a moment I feel good, my mind finally went to Tom... it's been days since he was my first thought. Maybe I'm not lost after all, but, this ad, my picture, it's out there and it doesn't matter. I'll be caught. Tom could be my first thought, he can be my only thought, but this will get back to him... then it doesn't matter. God. Then my mind wanders again, this time to Gavin. Oh, how he must enjoy this, knowing that I've been exposed. How he must delight in this, in the humiliation of it all. And then it happens, a sickening feeling comes over me, I'm turned on by it. Dear god, the idea it turning me on. Not just the humiliation, not just the prospect of being whored out, but of people finding out, of their knowing that I'm a whore, a whore, owned and displayed. Dear god, what is wrong with me. I'm frozen for the rest of the day. No work gets done. Sure, I shuffle papers and I make some copies. I pick up the phone and pretend. This whole part of my life has been pretend. My mind wanders back and forth like a ship entering a storm, pitching and rolling, the ups and downs. My thoughts turn to Tom and how this will devastate him, the ship pitching down and crashing. My thoughts go to this evening and what is in store for me. I've learned not to think I have Gavin or his plans figured out, it's always worse, it's always twisted, it's always more depraved than I could ever imagine. The ship comes up from the crash, pitching forward. Then my mind goes to Gavin. I loathe him at the moment, but I smile despite myself. I almost find myself mouthing his name. He's good looking, sure, but so is Tom. He, he , he... he owns me. I get wet at the thought of him. The ship lurches up high, but thoughts of Gavin always bring Tom to mind, the two are forever interconnected, and the ship crashes again. The time alternately drags and races, drags and races. I'm going out of my mind watching the clock, I'm anxious to play, I'm dreading it. Oh god help me. Piggy, Piggy, Piggy Gavin is waiting at the door to the hotel room, standing there leaning against the wall. For a moment I consider throwing the car into reverse and backing away, leaving Gavin as nothing more than a fading image in my rear view. I could leave him there, not just a fading image now, but a fading image in my life. I could go to Tom, explain everything and put myself at his mercy. He might leave, he might stay, but I'd at least have a clear conscience. I'd have to live with my choices, regret them, but they'd be done and behind me. Tom, he took me from all of this once before, but I had nothing to apologize for at the time. I was with Gavin then, I wasn't cheating or catting around. This time it's different, this time I made a decision to become a whore. This time I turned my back on Tom in favor of Gavin. But I also know it's all just fancy thought flittering through my head, distractions from what I'm really thinking about... the way I'll get used tonight. Again, it's a defense mechanism, if I acknowledge the sin, then I'm still somewhat of a good person, even though I have no intention of not going through with this. "I wasn't sure if I'd come here." I said to Gavin, closing the car door with a heavy thud. "I had no doubt that you'd come." He met my eye, a sure and confident look that made me look away, look down, the way I always did in the past, "You know that you love this, that you were meant for this." Gavin could be so arrogant and smarmy, as much as it was a turn off, as much as it made me want to smack him, it was all part of this, I loved it, none of this would be the same without that arrogance from him. I smiled, I couldn't help it. It was odd, this moment of normalcy with Gavin in what has been nothing but a sea of depravity, "Are you going to let me in or what?" I asked, standing in front of him, closer than I would anyone else, except for Tom of course. But Tom isn't here, this is my other life. "Princess." Gavin opens the door for me and extends his arm, bowing slightly with a genuine smile. I felt giddy. It's a typical cheap hotel room: two queen beds with that cheap and thin blanket, bland wall paper and carpet, a small table with a brandy snifter full of square condom packets, and two chairs, and a nightstand that probably has the bible in it. No room for a bible in here. The air smells of disinfectant, cheap deodorizing spray and stale cigarettes. Lydia isn't here, it's just Gavin and I. "So, am I your whore for the night?" I was feeling playful and let the rules slip my mind. Gavin smiled at me, I met his smile with one of my own. I screeched when his hand shot up, grabbing a handful of my hair and twisting it, pushing me down onto my knees. "You don't get to talk to me." He whispered in my ear, almost spitting. I could hear anger, no, hatred in his voice, "You keep your whore mouth shut unless there's a cock waiting to go in it. Understand?" "This whore understands." I yelled against the pain. "Are you sure? You seem to have forgotten, coming in here like some princess. You're a piece of shit, that's all you are, that's all you ever were, and that's all you'll ever be. Understand?" "This whore understands." "You have one use, for men to stick their cocks in. That's all you're good for. Understand?" "This whore understands." I'm on the verge of tears, my voice is little more than a shaky whisper. How could I have acted so brazen and bold. I forgot, I'm a whore. That's it. I rubbed my head when Gavin let go, it felt good, pushing against my head where my air had been pulled, reliving the pain. Pain that I earned, pain that I deserve. "Go to the bathroom and take your clothes off, your outfit for tonight is in there. Don't you dare come out here without it." He said, walking behind me and sitting in one of the chairs, he takes his phone out and begins texting. I stand up slowly and begin to make my way to the bathroom. My stomach dropped a bit as Gavin said that last part about the outfit he chose. It only takes a moment to walk to the bathroom but in that moment my mind races and goes in a thousand directions. I turn the light on and there it is. The worst thing that I could imagine is a hundred times better than this. A plastic pig nose... nothing else. I'm shocked to say the least. All I can do is stand there and look at this plastic thing, this pink plastic pig nose with the rubber band that will hold it to my head. My god. This is beyond humiliating. "Hurry up." Gavin shouts from the other room, "Your first customer will be here soon." His voice snaps me out of it. Quickly and haphazardly I undress, almost falling as I step out of my dress. I hanging my clothes on the hook on the back of the door. I stand there, naked, and see my image in the mirror over the sink. I'm gorgeous. I'm not vain about it, I just am very beautiful, I've taken care of myself. I pick the thing up, the plastic pig nose, and hold it against my face and the natural beauty is gone and I'm an ugly thing. Is this what I look like on the inside? I can't help but to wonder, I can't help but to think that maybe Gavin knows me better than I do. Reluctantly I pull the rubber band over my head, easing it into place so that it doesn't pull my hair, I adjust the nose so that it sits against my face smoothly. I drop my hands. Looking back at me is a woman who used to be beautiful, but who she is on the inside can now be seen on the outside. "Let's go." Gavin yells, "Here piggy piggy piggy." I step out of the bathroom, stop, and look at him, letting him take this all in, allowing myself to be seen as I truly am. "Oh, very nice." He smiles, a mocking smile, he can't help it, "But how many pigs that you know walk on two legs?" I drop to my knees, it doesn't really matter, there can be no greater humiliation than this pig nose. Make me crawl, make me beg, whore me out... all of it pales next to wearing this disgusting thing. On my knees, I crawl, my head down, until I'm directly in front of Gavin. Reluctantly, I look up. "Oh, that's priceless." He smiles, the camera in hand, the click click click of the shutter as this moment is forever captured in a crisp high def. digital format, "What do piggy's say?" I blinked. "What do piggy's say?" the tone harsher. "Oink?" it was nasal sounding, laughable. "Good pig, that's right, oink oink." He laughed, snapping more pictures, "Go ahead, oink for me piggy, oink as you get in bed." "Oink oink." I crawled up onto the queen bed, "Oink oink." "Good piggy." Gavin stood up, "Turn around now, I want your pig face to be the first thing that every guy who comes here tonight to see." I turn slowly, my eyes are stinging from holding back tears. "Oh, is miss pig upset?" Gavin asks in a mocking tone, "Well, are you pig." It's a test, I know it. If I answer with words he'll be irate. "Oink oink." "Let's not forget that you asked for this." Gavin said in a surprising soothingly manner, "You brought this on yourself. You want to be used and I'm just making that happen for you. You are the little piggy, I'm just taking care of you." Just then there is a knock at the door. It startles us both. Gavin stands up to answer the door and all of a sudden I feel vulnerable and naked. I feel exposed and uncomfortable. It's more than the pig nose, it's more than the cup of condoms, it's the thought of being exposed to strangers and anyone else who feels like fucking tonight. Oh god, what have I done. Gavin talks with the man at the door for a moment, he's a big white guy, sloppy, still wearing dirty clothes from some menial job. Gavin opens the door wide and the man steps in, his eyes go directly to me and he laughs. "What's this?" he chuckles, pointing to me. "This is your entertainment for tonight, Miss Piggy." Gavin smiles, "She's very good at what she does, five for a bj, ten to fuck her pussy, twenty to fuck her ass." "Wow, I'll go for twenty." The man pulls out a wallet and hands Gavin a twenty dollar bill. He drops his pants and pushes his half erect cock towards my mouth. It's difficult, but I take it in, his stomach pressing the pig nose into my face. "What do piggy's say when they're sucking cock?" Gavin asks, once more sitting in the chair. "oink oink" It's garbled, my face turning red as the man begins to laugh. "This is too much." The man says, his cock getting harder and thrusting with more and more force, pushing the nose harder against my face. "Turn around pig." "Oink oink." I turn, lowering my head to the bed. Gavin tosses the man a condom, "These are a must." The stranger tears the condom open and pushes hard into my pussy. I can't help but to moan, and I realize that I'm wet. Oh god, I'm wet. "Oink oink" "Good pig." Gavin coos. The man thrusts hard, he's not well endowed, but he thrusts with all he's got, plunging hard into me, "Oink for me you little bitch." "oink oink." Over and over, with each thrust, "Oink oink" He pulls out and immediately presses his cock against my asshole. I relax as much as I can, waiting for this stranger to start pounding my ass. "You want it in your ass pig?" "oink oink" "That's what I thought." And he pushes in, his cock slides in nicely to my ass, still wet from my pussy. "What a tight little piggy." I can't help but moan, and worse, I can't help it as I start to cum. Thrusting back into his cock, pushing myself, feeling it well up in me. I reach between my legs and begin to rub my clit vigorously, over and over "Oink, oink oinkoinkoinkoinkoink." "I'll give you five back if you cum on her pig nose." Gavin chimes in. "Fuck yeah." He pulls out of my ass and I turn quickly, taking his cock in my mouth, the condom still on his shaft. "Peel it off with your mouth pig, you know the drill." Gavin instructs. I do know the drill, this was how I took care of strangers seventeen years ago. I shove my mouth all the way down to the bottom of the shaft and grip tight with my lips, rolling the condom back with my mouth, then spit it out, "Oink oink" Furiously the man begins to jerk his cock, his eyes closed as he arched his back slightly. I wait, my mouth open, waiting for the hot gush of cum, then he grabs my head and pushes down. Cum blasts my forehead, another gush across the nose, droplet's splashing into my eyes. I "That's perfect." Gavin laughs, here you go. I assume he's handing the man five dollars. "Oh god." The man moans, still jerking his cock, slowly now, he presses it to my mouth and I open instinctually. The last drops are milked into my waiting mouth and I suck and swallow, moving my head up and down his shrinking shaft. "Thank you miss piggy." "Oink oink" I open my eyes, blinking past the burning until it's gone. The man pulls his shriveled cock from my mouth, bends down, picks up his pants and buttons them. He never even stepped out of his pants. My god, I'm officially a whore. It wasn't what I wanted. I wanted Gavin's cock. I didn't want a stranger, I didn't want some random guy. I wanted Gavin. No, I ached for Gavin. But after a week of teasing, after a week of torment, it didn't matter. Any cock would do. This one, as small and quick as it was, was perfect. It felt so good to cum. Another knock. I'm not going to explain each man. It's all the same, it's all a blur. The same offer, five for my mouth, ten for my pussy, twenty for my ass. Most took the offer for my ass, but there were plenty that were satisfied with a blowjob. A few of them couldn't get it up, I sucked them and sucked them until their limp cocks exploded in my mouth. Some of these men were clean, others had just come from work and were sweaty, others hadn't showered in what smelled like weeks. There were a few men who didn't want to touch me, they just jerked off in front of me, Gavin had me lap up their cum, oink oinking all the way. To say that I was sore and sloppy a few hours into this is an understatement. Incredibly enough, I was able to forget about the pig nose on my face. Don't get me wrong, the look on the men's faces immediately reminded me, the smirks, the smiles, the piggy comments. It all brought it home, but I didn't care. I am a pig. I am a whore. So they see on the outside what I look like on the inside, a cum covered fuck pig. Yes. That's all I am. In a weird way, I almost wished that Tom would walk through that door, so he could see me for what I really am, maybe he could appreciate it, and understand... Another knock. Jesus, how many men does Gavin have lined up for me? Gavin is talking to the man in the door way. I get myself adjusted, still on my hands and knees on the bed. Cum is plastered all over my face and ass and back. It's been sprayed into my hair, it's dripping down my chin and nose. I'm a slutty pig mess. The same offer to the man, he pays and walks in. "Oh shit, it was you in the ad." I look up, dear god, my stomach sinks and my heart starts beating fast. This is bad. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 03 "Ryan." I almost yell, not addressing him, but rather in an alarmed way, "What are you doing here? My voice is nasal and awkward in the pig nose. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, walking closer, a smile spreading across his face. He's right, I have a lot more explaining to do than he does. I work with Ryan, worse, he's a friend of Tom's. They were friends long before we were coworkers. "I take it you two know each other?" Gavin asks, I can see the concern on his face. "We're friends." Ryan says without looking at Gavin, his eyes are glued to me, "Does Tom know?" "God no." I almost cry, "No. He doesn't have to either." I try to give him a coy look, but I'm not sure how well I pull it off with a pig nose on my face, with cum dripping and drying on my chin. "What's this all about Julie?" he takes another step closer, I have to crane my head up to look at him, "What the hell are you doing?" "I... I..." I have nothing. "Look, you can either do what you came here to do or I can give you your money back." Gavin cuts in, saving me. "Which is it?" Ryan glances at Gavin, then back to me, taking me in. His eyes are exploring me, they move from my eyes to my body, up and down. I reach out, moving my hand up his leg until I find his cock, hard and poking against his jeans. Slowly I rub my hand up and down his shaft, he's getting harder and harder. "She's a little fuckpig Ryan." Gavin says, "Go ahead and use her." "Yeah." He whispers, I can see that he wants me now, I fairly certain that my secret is safe. I unzip his pants and take his cock in my mouth. "Remember what good little piggy's say." Gavin cuts in. "oink oink." Only it sounds more like, "Oimphk Aughink" with Ryan's cock in my mouth. "I always figured you were wild, but I never thought you were a whore." Ryan laughed, pushing his cock out so I could go further down. "You have no idea of what a little fuck pig she is." Gavin chimes in, coming to stand next to Ryan, "Go ahead, and fuck her, get your monies worth." "Turn around slut." Ryan smiles, not the nice smile I know, not the smile I get at the water cooler at work, no, this is a sadistic smile. I turn, "Oink oink... Oink oink." I'm not told anymore, I'm not ashamed anymore. It's what I am, I like it. I press my head to the bed and thrust my ass up, offering myself. "Good pig." Ryan laughs, stepping out of his cloths, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. He presses the head of his cock against my ass, rubbing it back and forth slightly. Gavin didn't make him use a condom. Oh, how the naked cock feels so much better. My ass has been in a constant state of lubed all through the night. The use it's gotten, the men spitting and using my own juices to lube me up has kept me ready. Ryan slides right in. With one leg up on the bed, he begins to pound into me. It's odd, it's an intimate moment somehowl This is where my two lives cross, this is where the professional Julie who is prim and proper meets and merges with Julie the fuck pig. There is a sense of relief amidst the sea of dread that I feel. Whatever will be will be. I can't control Ryan. I can't stop him from talking, I can't stop him from telling Tom. The chips will fall where they fall. I'm moaning, and the thoughts disappear as my ass, sore from the night of almost continual use, gets pounded yet again. Ryan is pulling me toward him and thrusting at the same time, like a piston, pumping in and out. Oh god, I feel it building up in me, another orgasm. I hold my breath and feel my body go tense, every muscle locked. After cumming so many times, I'm sore. And then I explode and begin to buck against his cock, driving it even further into me. "Oink, oink, oink, oinkoinkoinkoinkoink." I'm grunting it through gritted teeth as the orgasm washes over me. "oink, fuck me, fuck me, oink." This is too much for Ryan, I feel his cock swell in me then explode as he continues to pound into me, as I continue to buck against his cock. "Oh god," he moans, "Suck this off me." He groans. "Come on pig, suck my cock." I start to turn, but Gavin cuts in, "No." I stop. I'm a good pig." "She's disgusting, wipe it on her face first." Gavin tells Ryan as he gets up from the chair. "Wipe it all over her pig mouth." Ryan's cock is a covered in brown tinted cum, I can smell it now, shit. "Go on Pig, you heard him." Ryan says, holding his cock out. I finish turning and lean my head forward, offering him my face. He wipes his cock back and forth across my mouth. I feel the cum being wiped on me, a mix of cum, my own wetness, and shit. I smell it. What a fucking pig I am. "Good pig." Gavin coos, watching, snapping pictures, "Now suck him clean." I open my mouth and accept the filthy cock, sucking my own ass off it. I don't care if it's disgusting, I don't care if it's humiliating. It's what I am. I suck his cock, rocking back and forth, until he's limp. "Oh god." Ryan moans, pulling his limp cock from my mouth and stepping back, "God, I wish I had known this about you sooner." It's over. My mind goes back to Tom. "Please don't tell." " I'm sure that we can work something out." Ryan smirks, "There are times when I could really use some release at work." "I'm sure that won't be a problem for our little fuckpig." Gavin says, staring at me, offering me up to Ryan. "Then mum's the word." "Thank you." Ryan dressed, "See you tomorrow Julie." He smiles at me, a smile that is far from genuine, "And thank you Gavin." He's gone. "Are you satisfied piggy?" Gavin asks me, sitting with a smug look on his face, the camera hanging against his chest. "Yes." I almost purr. "Since when do pigs talk?" "Oink oink." "Good girl." Gavin poses me on the bed. I'm sitting up slightly against the headboard with my legs spread and up. The camera begins to click furiously. Close ups on my face, close ups on my holes, the camera pans out taking full body pics, over and over from every angle. "Relax." I let my legs down and slump against the headboard, exhausted. "Let me show you what you are." Gavin says, not looking at me, pushing buttons on the camera. He sits beside me on the bed, "Look." It's me in the picture, my hair is a mess, the pig nose is slimy with layers of dried cum, my mouth is stained a reddish brown, and my tits are mottled with dried cum, dame cum, and cum that is still wet. "Look at yourself Julie." He says, pushing the camera closer to me, "This is what you are, this is what you've always been. " "oink." "You tried to forget, you tried to play house, but all of it was acting. At heart, you're nothing but a filthy little fuckpig." "oink" "We're done for the night. You can stay here if you want, the room is paid for through the night, or you can go home." "I'm going to stay." I didn't want to go back to my house. I didn't want the reminders of my life, I wanted to stay here, I wanted to be keep being the pig, the whore that I truly am. "Your call." Gavin says, standing and walking to the door, "I'll be in touch." He disappears through the door, a few moments later I hear a car start and pull away. He's gone. But he's not, he's still here with me, he's in this room with all those men. I'm his, I'm his little fuck pig. He's right. This is what I've always been. I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I don't know what time it is, I don't know how long I've been here. In the mirror, this is where I started my journey tonight, right here, just like this, naked with the exception of the plastic pig nose. I've changed since then. My hair is tussled, pulled and mushed into the bed, the little bit of makeup I had on is gone, my face is smeared with my own shit. This is the true me, a shit eating fuckpig. Gavin is right. I don't feel anything. I don't feel the loss of innocence, and I don't feel empowered by my new enlightenment. I'm emotionless, cold. I turn, start the shower, and wash myself. The pig nose doesn't come off. Clean again, the filth of the night is gone from the surface, but it will never wash away. No matter where I go from tonight, whether it's with Tom or Gavin, this lesson will never be unlearned. Clean now, the pig nose still on, damp and naked, I walk to the door, unlock it, and step out into the night. It doesn't take long to get noticed, two men, young guys walking down the street see me and start calling. I smile as they come closer. "What the fuck?" one says, laughing as he sees me up close, as he sees the pig nose, "What's this." "I'm a fuck pig." I feel nothing, no humiliation, no degradation, "Do you want to fuck?" "Hell's yeah." I take both of them into my room, "Call any friends that you have, call anyone you want." They each start texting like mad. The condoms are still on the table, "Just use those." I crawl up on the bed and push my ass in the air, "Use me however you want." I don't get any sleep that night. The boys had me over and over again. They had others come over, they had me over and over. More and more men showed up. More and more men had me. The door was revolving. I was an animal. I was a whore. I was their fuckpig. I was their insatiable fuckpig. I embraced what I am. Women came with some of the men. They taunted me and called me a whore. It was a party with me at the center. I was spit on and slapped. Men pissed on me, pissed on me in bed, pissed in my mouth and on my pussy and ass. They shove different objects in me, bottles, cans, fists... I'm a mess, a sore mess. But this is all I am, all I can hope to be, and I embrace it. I fuck black men and white, fat men, skinny men. The only rule... wear a rubber. Men line up, waiting their turn. People are crowded around me, touching, slapping, pinching. I don't care. As daylight breaks, the crowd is gone. There are some random men passed out in the room. I get up from the bed, everything sore. The pig nose is on the floor. A sea of condom wrappers strewn everywhere. One of the men is wearing a tee shirt and jacket and nothing else. I sink to my knees and take his cock in my mouth, his limp and worn out cock, and suck for all I'm worth. I drain him, swallowing the load, then move to the next. Each man in the room gets one more blowjob, then it's off to the shower. In the mirror yet again. I'm even more of a mess now. I'm bruised. I look like a battered wife. Cum has dried all over me, my nipples are puffy and sore, my holes... dear god, it hurts to walk, it hurts to have my legs touch together. I smile, I can't help it. A warm feeling comes over me. I'm alive. A shower, some makeup, a spritz of perfume, and I'm in disguise again. Julie the professional, Julie the good fiancée, sweet innocent Julie. I pick my way through the men and walk out the door. One of the men is old enough to be my father, another is young enough to be my son. Doesn't matter, they're meat for me, and I am nothing but mean for all of them. Oink oink. Prequel - The Service Animal From the motel I drove straight to work. Men don't notice when a woman wears the same outfit two days in a row, but women do. I got odd looks as I walked up to my office, I don't care. The night was already wearing on me, thank god for Dunkin Donuts coffee. Work was a blur, at least the first few hours. I was productive, but not in a go getting type of way. I was on autopilot. Calls, faxes, responses to emails, etc... I actually impressed myself, my mind was nowhere near work, and yet I was productive and still pushed through more ad sales than anyone else. But as the morning wore on, I started to drag ass. There's really no other way to put it. Ryan walked past my office several times. No doubt working up the courage to come in and take advantage of Gavin's offer from last night. Later I saw him and several other men standing together, they were laughing and staring at me. So, my secret was out, at least at work. I'm too tired to care. They can use me, fuck it. Sitting, I think back to the previous night and become distinctly aware of the ache between my legs, the bruises on my chest and neck and face. I'm beyond sore, but it's a good feeling, it's warm and fulfilling. That is what Gavin was offering me all those years back, but I was scared. I ran. I can't help it, my thought wander back to then. I was 18 then. Life with Gavin was good, we were kind of dating, I liked to think so at least, but really, I was a toy for him. He used me however he wanted. He shared me, it was nothing to have sex with two or three men a night. But he was saving the best for last. He kept eluding to the night, he kept eluding to what he was going to do to me and how hard and much I would get fucked. I was a kid, I was scared. That's why I copped out. The day before the night that I ran away, Gavin had a pre-night of fun planned. I was a girl, not a woman. I was still in high school. I came over after class. Clothing for me in Gavin's apartment was strictly forbidden. I undress placed the leather collar around my neck and inserted the butt plug as usual. Walking was also only done with his permission, and so I crawled to him, as I still do. I crawled into the room with Gavin and two of his friends. Immediately I was tasked with sucking cock. Nothing new, I did as I was told. I went from one cock to another. They were watching TV at the time, I was just entertainment to them. Oh, it took years for me to realize that. At the time, I thought I was Gavin's and that I was doing something great for them. Sure, I may have felt like a toy or an object, but I was young and they were all older than me, I thought that they cared. One by one I sucked them off, leisurely, slowly, swallowing every drop of cum, then on to the next. After I took all three loads, Gavin moved me to the back wall of the living room. He had a large D-ring bolted to the wall there, he bound my wrists with thin metal shackles and locked the chain to the D-ring. Behind me, he took each of my legs and secured them with a spreader bar. "We've had our fun Julie, but tonight I'm going to push you hard." He whispered in my ear, then placing a blindfold over my eyes. Then I waited. Time passes differently when you're blindfolded. Everything slows down, every noise you hear ever spoken word is slower, taking an eternity to come. It felt as if I were there for hours. My knees were getting sore from the wood floor, but I knew better than to complain, oh god, no, complaining would never be tolerated. The TV was on, I could hear the voices and the commercials, but I wasn't paying attention to it exclusively, and so I couldn't even use the TV as a means of telling how long I'd been chained up. Then I heard a knock at the door. Voices. One... two... three... at least three different men showed up. Their feet thump up the stairs loudly, I remember wondering if the others can hear the thumping as loudly as I can. "Jesus Gavin." One of the men chuckled, no doubt looking over at the naked girl chained to the wall. "Yes, tonight's entertainment." I could hear the smirk in his voice, I didn't even have to see him. Even as a girl I hated that smirk and smarm. "Help yourself to her." There were some mumbles and I felt hands on me, hands stroking my back, hands coming down and grabbing my nipples. Another hand on my ass. I'm a good girl, I'm Gavin's good girl, I don't complain or move, regardless of how rough the hands are. The jingle of a belt, the soft swoosh sound of jeans coming of. I brace my hands against the wall as the tip of a cock brushed against my ass. Hand grab my hips, positioning me, then he guides his cock into me. I'm wet already. I was wet before I even walked through the door. I hold my breath as he pushes all the way in, I let the air out between my teeth, a thin whisper of noise. Then he's fucking me, he's pushing in and out, alternating, fast and slow, stopping at times to reach forward and grab at my tits. Oh, it feels good, the release. "Don't be gentle with her, she's a whore. She knows her place." Gavin says, he's standing close, "Don't you whore." "Yes, this whore knows her place." From behind us one of the men, "Dude, what's wrong with you." I feel myself bristle at the comment, Gavin is good, I love him, I'm his good girl and he takes care of me. The cock in me starts thrusting harder, he grabs my hair roughly, yanking my head back as he thrusts harder. I moan, it's a strangled sound with my head pulled back so far. My fingers are barely touching the wall, most of the weight is on my hands as I'm pulled back. "There you go." Gavin says, walking away, satisfied that I'm being used properly, "Guys, please, use her whenever you want, however, you want." He adds stress to the 'however.' Whoever it was pulled out and came on my ass with a grunt, I could feel the warm cum splash on my ass and lower back then start dripping down my crack and between my legs. He let go of my hair, I was panting, from the sex, from my head being yanked back so hard. "Party foul dude." One of the men called out, "You clean that shit up, no one wants to touch your spunk." "Fuck you." "Ok, new rule." Gavin starts in, "you either cum in her mouth, cum on her face, if you cum anywhere else, you have to clean it up. Didn't your mothers teach you to keep your toys clean?" The guys laughed and mumbled their ok's. It's odd. It's humiliating and insulting to hear Gavin refer to me as a toy, yet I somehow I'm ok with it. I'm his toy, and that makes it all ok. The man behind me walked off, returning a few moments later with a wet washcloth. Gingerly he wipes at the cum, at the mess that he left on my back. One by one the men come up behind me. One by one they take turns with me. Sometimes my pussy, sometimes my ass. Some of them have me suck them off while another is fucking me. All of them cum in my mouth and on my face. I had to have swallowed a gallon of cum, I was sticky with it. Cum doesn't bother me. I won't lie and say that I like the taste, but neither do I find it offensive. I also don't mind when a man cums on my face, in fact, I like it at times. What I don't like is when it's allowed to dry there, when it goes from warm to cold then starts to dry. It's an odd sensation, it tightens the skin like some expensive facial cream, and it stings just a bit. More people show up. More thumping up the stairs. Not just men this time, now I hear women too. They comment on me, some call me a slut or a whore. Some come up and grab at me, pawing as they inspect me. Others comment on how young I am or say, "Aw, that poor thing." That last sentiment from one of the women. Another woman comes up, she must be standing with someone, "I can't wait to see this little shit get fucked." "No need to wait." Gavin says from behind me, "Help yourself." More people use me, use my holes. Now there is cheering as I'm fucked or sucking on a cock. I can smell the beer in the air, the drunker they all get the more raucous the whole thing becomes. The floor underneath me is getting slippery with cum and juices. What a mess I am. But it's good, I'm making Gavin happy, I'm being a good girl for him. "Ok, that's enough for now." Gavin says over the clamored, "It's time for the show." I feel his hands on me, gentle hands, untying the blindfold from my eyes. I blink, giving my eyes a moment to adjust as Gavin releases me from the spreader bar and wall clamp. My hands are still bound, regardless, it feels good to be able to stretch and to bend. "Good girl." Gavin coos, a shared whisper. I'm his good girl and I can feel my heart flutter as he whispers those words. He snaps the leash onto the collar and gives a gentle tug, "Come." I crawl across the floor. I'm not supposed to look, but I do, I steal a glance up into the room. There are about fifteen men and maybe four women. All friends of Gavin's, college buddies, contacts, etc... Some of the faces I recognize, I'd met them before, or more specifically, Gavin has shared me with them before. Others I didn't recognize. The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 03 "Up." Gavin instructs, having me stand between the living area and the dining area. It's a large arched wall with a thick beam. This is where I'm whipped or flogged. Gavin installed a pulley into the beam just for me, so he can raise and lower me into whatever position he wants me. It's not a terribly high ceiling, even when he pulls me up to the highest position, my toes still barely touch the ground. I stand, it feels good to stretch my legs. I offer him my bound hands. "This is going to hurt." "This whore understands." People around us that could hear our exchange laugh, "What a dumb cunt." One of them mutters. None of them understand the bond that Gavin and I have. I'm furious that someone would say that, but I also feel bad that they don't have a closeness like Gavin and I. Gavin starts to pull the rope through the pulley, I lift my hands up as high as I can then he pulls just a bit more, a tug more and I'm off the ground. Straining, I can touch my toes to the ground. "Give me some room." Gavin says, walking into the crowd. I let myself spin around a bit, it reminds me a being on a swing set in a way. Also, I'm giving everyone a good look, a good look at Gavin's good girl. Let them make all the comments they want, at the end of the night, I'm his. Gavin has something in his hand, I catch a glimpse as I turn, but I can't see what it is. It's not the whip, it's not the flogger, it's something else, something more solid. I'll see it as I come around through the turn, but I don't get the chance. Gavin stops my spinning, my back to him. "Open up." I open my mouth and he inserts the bit into my mouth. It's a metal horse bit wrapped in leather, he clasps it tight behind my head. It's hard to breath like this and it's easy to drool, "Get ready, this is going to sting." He shows me what he'll whip me with, it's the plastic rod from the mini blinds in his window. Gavin takes a step back and spins me slowly, letting everyone get a good look. I tuck my feet up a bit so I spin easier, even though the cuffs cut into my wrists. Then his hands stop me, I drop my feet, letting my toes find solid footing. I hold my breath and tense, waiting for the strike. Gavin doesn't only like to whip me, he enjoys the torture of making me wait, the suspense. All of it really, the screams, muffled as they are, seeing every muscle in my body tense, the welts, and, of course, the mind fuck of it all. The fist blow lands an it's an intense sting, a lash liken I've never had before. My back arches and every muscle tenses even tighter. I rock forward, trying to get away, but I can't. Then the next blow lands, crossing the first. My back arches further and I become aware of the muffled scream, a wretched scream, gasping around the ball gag. "Please, no" I scream and plead around the gag, "Please, no, I'm good." It's all mumbles and gurgles. Gavin doesn't hear me or he doesn't care. The people gathered around watching are laughing, a few sympathetic ooh's and ahh's are a slight comfort. Another blow, a swift whack across my ass. I feel myself turning red now. Red from the whipping, welts rising wherever the blows land, red from the embarrassment, from the laughing. Another whack across the back, I arch and scream, "NOooooo." I'm crying now, I can hear Gavin laughing. I turn to face him, to let him see the pain on my face, the anguish. He has no idea how much this hurts, it's worse than anything he's done before. "Oh, has your back had enough?" he asks, I can feel him mocking me, I hate the sneer and the snark. "Uhhu." I nod, my face wet with tears, trying my best to plead my case with my eyes. "Then I guess it's time to work on your front." The plastic rod shot up, whipping me between the legs, smacking my pussy with a wet, 'whap.' It was a deep grunting cough that came up from me, spitting around the ball gag. I doubled over, wrenching my wrists against the cuffs, swinging slightly as my feet came off the ground. "Get ready." He warned, his eyes hard, his mouth turned up in a cruel sneer. "No, no, no, no." I pleaded, but readied myself, knowing it didn't matter how much I begged. The blow landed across my tits, more of it on my right, but both caught it. The pain was intense and hot, it felt like my one nipple had been ripped off. There was no way to run from it, no way to cover myself, my arms were too high, stretched above me. I was frantic. Another blow, another, another. My tits were screaming. I was sobbing uncontrollably now, there was no stopping it. Gavin began to alternate between my legs and my tits. I hopped each time he struck my leg, and with each hop, more and more people laughed. "She's had enough." A woman walked up behind Gavin, one of the ones I had heard earlier, she had called me a whore, "Let the little cunt be for now, give these guys something to do." "Oh?" Gavin said, looking over his shoulder at her, "And what shall I do while they're using her?" "Why, me of course." She smiled slyly, one milky white hand making its way to the front of Gavin's pants, tracing the outline of his cock. They look at me, both of them, they hold me in their eyes, smirk, then walk off. "All right guys, the sloppy cunts all yours." Gavin waves as he disappears into the crowd to the other side of the living room. Hands are all over me, fingers probing my pussy and my ass roughly, they're pinching my nipples, slapping my tits. None of it matters, my eyes, all my attention, is on Gavin and the woman that he walked away with. I follow them with my eyes, I can see them now that the group has come closer. They're on the couch, kissing first, her hands down his pants, then she slides down to the floor and starts giving him head. I lost it. I began to sob anew. One of the men walked behind me, grabbed my hips and drew me up to him, forcing his cock into my ass. Suspended and swinging, he fucked me, thrusting hard, my wrists screaming and grinding against the metal cuffs. "Hold her up." Another man said, stepping in front of me, his pants unzipped. The man behind me stepped forward, grabbing my legs and hoisting me into the air, impaling me on his cock. "Look at that pussy." The man in front of me says, jerking himself slightly, "What a good little cunt you are." He steps forward and pushes his cock into my pussy. I can't help but to moan, the two cocks ramming into my ass and pussy at the same time, I cum hard and it leads right into another. My body is shaking, but all I can do is watch as Gavin. The woman is on the couch now, her legs spread, Gavin's face buried in her pussy, lapping away at her. He's never done that for me, he's never licked my pussy, he said that I didn't deserve it. The men are trading out positions, swapping, fucking me, cumming in me, then another takes their place. I'm a slut and a whore. I thought I was Gavin's slut. I thought I was Gavin's whore. But I'm not, I'm a piece of meat for these men. "Let her down when you're done." It's a woman, she's older than me, probably one of the women that goes to college with this group. She's watching me getting fucked, watching me getting shared, "What a good little whore you are." She smiles, taking a pull off of her beer. She's looking in my eyes, watching me stare at Gavin. "Did you think that you were his?" she smiles, then laughs. "Well, I guess you are his, but you'll never be his in the way that you want to be his." I look away, new tears running down my eyes. "Aww, sorry to break it to you sweetie, but you're nothing but a little fuck doll for him, for all of them. They used to pay hookers for this you know." She stopped, taking a pull off of her beer, "Sometimes they'd get a coke whore, but either way, it got too pricey." The men cum. The one behind me unhooks my hands. "Take her into the bathroom." She says to the man behind me. A handful of people follow us to the bathroom, others stay in the living room, drinking, making out, etc... The leash is clicked back onto my neck, "Crawl bitch." One of the men says, tugging at the leash. Part of me wants to get up and run. Fuck my clothes, fuck it all, run and don't look back. A bigger part of me is too scared to. I crawl. The man is in front of me, leading me, the woman is behind me. We stop at the entrance to the bathroom. "Put your ugly little face into the toilet where it belongs." The woman sneers, bending down toward me. I pause. Who the fuck is she to tell me what to do? Run, run, run. The urge is building, but there are so many people here. They'll see me run, they'll laugh. Oh god. Slowly, I bend down again. Slowly, I walk to the toilet. I look into the bowl. This is where people piss and shit. "Go on you stupid cunt." The woman swears, giving me a nudge with her foot. I put my head in the toilet, my face hovering just above the water, as quietly as I can, I cry. Tears run down my nose and into the bowl. "Help me." The woman says, then I feel her brushing against me, she's squatting above me, a moment later I feel warm liquid running down the back of my head, through my hair, down my face. I can see it in the water, it's yellow, she's pissing on me. Her legs are brushing against my back, I can't help but to wince when she touches the welts. Then the stream stops and she swings her leg over me again. "You're welcome." She laughs, "Go on, your turn boys." The men start to piss on me, one at a time, standing over me, pissing on my head, into my ear, urine running down my face, down my nose and chin. I blow out through my lips to keep it from going into my mouth. "Hey, come here." One of the men yells out to the living room, "Anyone gotta pee?" I can hear more voices, more laughter. "Go on Tom, it's your turn." "Watch out." Oh my god, it was Tom! Tom was there! I never thought about it, I never thought through the details. Tom pisses on me. He pissed on my neck, on my head, moving his cock side to side so the stream goes back and forth. Tom leans forward, "Let me help you get cleaned up." He says, then pushes my face into the water, dunking me into the toilet. He holds me there for a long moment, his arm straining as I struggle to come up for air, then he lets go, "All clean, now don't you fucking move." His hand is still on my head. I feel his pants drop to the ground, brushing my ass and legs as they fall, "Spread your cheeks." I reach behind me and spread my ass for him. "Look at those used up holes." He laughs., "Hold on bitch." Then he presses his cock into my ass. Fucking my ass, holding my head down in the toilet, occasionally dunking my face. I'm grunting, I can't help it, he's rough, fucking my ass hard. "Ash," he calls. "What's up?" it's the woman who brought me into the bathroom, the first one to piss on me. "Shove this up her." She laughs, then I feel a hand between my legs, something cold touches me, pressing up into me. It's a beer bottle, she's shoving a beer bottle in me while Tom is behind me, fucking my ass. "There we go." Tom moans, "Fuck her with it." Tom lasts a long time. I don't want to, god, I hate myself for it, but I cum over and over. Anal always does that to me, even more so when there are two cocks in me, or in this case a cock and a beer bottle. I can feel Tom getting ready to cum, he's thrusting harder and his cock is swelling ever so much more. He stands up fast, I feel his cock press against the back of my head, his hand rubbing furiously, until he cums in my hair, cumming on the back of my head. "There you go bitch." He spits at me, he spits in my hair where he just came, "You are a good little cunt." Then he walks out, another man taking his place. "Hold up Tom." The woman, Ash, calls. She takes the bottle out of me and walks off. At the time, my mind drifted back to Gavin and that woman. More men fucked me. More pissed on me. I didn't make it out of the bathroom until the end of the party. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked. I can't tell you how many loads that I took, in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth. Gavin finally came in as the last of the men were finishing with me. "All right, finish up." He said, slurring slightly, drunk. "She's had enough for tonight." I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't. I started to cry when I heard Gavin. The men finished and said their goodbyes to Gavin. I didn't move. I kept my head in the toilet, my arms braced against the cold porcelain. "You can get up now." he said, standing over me. I lifted my head up, out of the toilet. My hair was wet and dripping, the water and piss running down my face and chest. I shivered. "Go ahead, get cleaned up." He smiled then walked out, closing the door. I stood up and started the shower. The mirror was right there but I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see myself dripping with piss and toilet water. I didn't want to see the welts across my chest, back, and legs. But mostly, I didn't want to see my own reflection. I took a hot shower, lingering for a long time in the water and steam. Hoping, allowing myself to feel as though the water could rinse away the filth from tonight. Hoping that the water and steam could rinse away that other woman. I walked out of the bathroom damp and naked. Gavin was in bed. "Come on." He patted the bed beside him, "Come on up." I pulled back the covers and sheet and eased into bed, the slightest touch of the sheets against the welts felt like agony. "You did good tonight." He said, leaning into me, "You did real good." I leaned into him. "You know tomorrow night will be worse though, right?" I nodded. I didn't say a word, but how the fuck could it be worse than tonight, I thought. "Who is she?" I asked, it was all I could think of. "My girlfriend." He said matter of factly, so nonchalant, I couldn't believe it, "We have a strange relationship. Buy you're mine, you're my girl." I tucked myself closer into him. "You know that, right?" he said more than asked, "You know that you're my girl, that you're special to me?" I looked into his eyes, they were soft now, sincere. It wasn't often that I could catch him like this, and in that moment it all melted away, "Yes, I know." I smiled and nuzzled into his chest. We stayed like that for a long moment, then he made love to me. He didn't fuck me, not that I minded, but it wasn't that, it was love making. I drifted to sleep, never giving a second thought to the next night, to what Gavin had in store for his special girl. The phone rang, waking me from my trip into the past. My eyes shot open, I looked at the phone, thought about answering, then just let it ring. Voice mail will get it. Tom was there. Tom was there that night. Don't get me wrong, he didn't do anything wrong. We never spoke about that night. I didn't think he knew about it and I never wanted him to know. I never wanted to hurt him with those details. I thought he'd be angry... with Gavin... with me. But he was there. Holy shit. The red light on my phone is blinking. The caller left a voice mail. I'm leaving early for the day, exhausted from the night before, but I listen to the voice mail anyways. It's Gavin. "So I heard that you had some fun last night after I left. I got a call from the hotel telling me there were men passed out in the room and that the floor was littered with condom wrappers. I have to pay extra for clean up. Call me." I stopped, sat back down, took my cell phone out and called Gavin. I explain what happened, I'm numb and the words roll off my tongue. I'm numb still from the night before, numb from exhaustion, numb from knowing that Tom was there that night. "I didn't expect this." Gavin says, his tone grave, "If that's what you want, then I'm more than happy to make it happen." Then nothing, he hangs up. Moments later I get a text from Gavin, "Be at my house tomorrow night, you better take the next day or so off." Oh shit.