13 comments/ 75494 views/ 47 favorites Bad Wife, Good Sub By: Tappy_McWidestance Hindsight is always 20/20, or so they say. In retrospect everything I had done had led to this point. A month ago if you had told me I would be bent over, nearly naked in public with my tits hanging out and begging a stranger I'd never seen to fuck my steaming hot pussy I would have told you that you were crazy. But that is exactly where I was and at this moment, I would do anything she commanded if she would just make me cum. But perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Heather. I live in Las Vegas, born and raised. I am 37 years old, college educated, attractive, married and unhappy. My life has not gone quite as I had planned. Growing up my first love was dance. Since I lived in Vegas, my aspiration was to be a showgirl. They were always so glamorous and I could picture myself on stage living the good life. I took dance classes from an early age and I was good. I had "the look" as they say. My parents were supportive but they also made sure I went to college so I had something to fall back on if my life in the performing arts didn't pan out. They didn't mind if I wanted to be a showgirl, but if things didn't work out they didn't want me only having a stripper job to fall back on. Of course I told myself that wouldn't happen. Not to be modest, but I had a beautiful face and a lean tight body. Of course I'd get hired at the best show in town. Well it turns out that everybody who auditions for these shows has a perfect body and a dazzling smile. It turns out they are better dancers than me too. Oh, not by much. I really was good. I usually made the second or third round of callbacks but I was always just a notch below the girl who finally got hired. It was very frustrating. Still I hung on to my dreams. I kept taking technique classes and kept up a rigorous gym regiment. But it just wasn't happening so I ended up taking a low level marketing job at one of the casinos. I still auditioned when I could, but my dreams remained just that. Dreams. But as they say, when one door closes, another one opens. In my job as low-level functionary it was part of my assignment to talk to all the casino executives and listen to their hair-brain marketing schemes and then our team would go through them and make them work. It was during one of these long tedious meetings that I met my future husband. He was 12 years my senior at the time, but more importantly he understood marketing better than the rest of the "old school" executives and he didn't treat our group as a bunch of ignorant "eggheads" who didn't know the first thing about the casino business. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but even though HR didn't approve of dating fellow employees, when he asked me out I said yes. We had so keep our relationship secret, which made it more exciting. We would go out to clubs where we were unlikely to run into any coworkers. He tried to dance, but wasn't very good. But he loved to show me off and enjoyed watching me flirt and dance with other guys so most of the time he just sat on the side of the floor and watched. I didn't mind. He was great in bed so after a few hours of teasing other guys I was ready for him to take me home and ravage me. At his suggestion I started wearing more and more revealing clothes. Sometimes I fantasized about one of my anonymous dance partners just pulling me out of the club and fucking me in their car, but the nights always ended with him back at my apartment. But I was in love so it was OK. Two years later we were married. With the cat out of the bag, as it were, I quit my job and went to work at a competitor. But as he moved up the hierarchy it was made clear to him that his wife should not be working for another casino so I quit. I was going to look for another job, but he was making enough for me to take some time off so I decided that I would take a break. I was still taking the occasional dance class and of course was at the gym 4-5 days per week. As it turns out, I never went back to work. He got another promotion and was moving quickly up the corporate ladder. He was working more hours and it seemed like our only "dates" were corporate functions or dinner meetings. He always bought me new dresses for these events and it became obvious over time that my purpose in attending was to be eye candy. At first I didn't realize it but soon it was apparent that the executives were competing with each other for the most attractive spouse or girlfriend. As I said I am attractive so I fit this role well. And to be truthful, I didn't even mind that much. I was living a comfortable life and I always had enjoyed showing off. I took it upon myself to have my "job" to be helping him get ahead on the corporate ladder. If that meant flirting with executives high up in the corporation, so be it. I was good at teasing guys and every new promotion meant more money. He was busting his ass at work and I was busting mine at the gym. Each year it seemed like the wives and girlfriend got younger and their breasts got bigger. As I got older I had to work harder to keep toned and make sure everything was tight. He kept telling me I was beautiful but I was feeling the pressure to fight back against the new generation of trophy wives. In Vegas fake boobs are everywhere and my tiny "dancers" boobs were my biggest dislike on my body. It may be completely vain, but I wanted larger breasts. Hubby was always telling me I was beautiful the way I was, but I wasn't sure. Younger sexy women at work surrounded him and I wanted to be sure he didn't stray. And although none of the current generation could compete with me when holding an educated conversation, physical beauty was still paramount. Then a big surprise happened. The general manager of the Laughlin property dropped dead of a heart attack. Now Laughlin was kind of the hind end of properties overall, but becoming a general manager was a huge step up and a launching pad for better things so hubby applied. I wasn't surprised when he got the job. But I didn't want to move to Laughlin. I liked my life in Vegas. I tried to convince him not to sell the house and to move. I told him we could rent the house because certainly we would be back to take over on of the Vegas property within a year or two. He wasn't so sure. He thought we might be in Laughlin for a while and didn't want the worry of owning property 90 minutes away. In the end I traded him a breast augmentation in exchange for selling the house. Certainly I would have given in eventually and agreed to sell the house. But if I'd learned one thing by living in Vegas and in our 15 years of marriage it was to always get something for your efforts. They needed him in Laughlin as soon as possible so he left before I had the surgery. I stayed behind to ready the house for sale. I also began researching the plastic surgeons in town and began meeting with them. I think getting the house ready was easier than choosing who to trust with my bust. I had plenty of references to choose from. In the end my 32b chest became a 36c. Granted that is not huge, especially for Vegas, but on my small frame they looked huge and I loved them. I hated to leave town. I wanted to go back to the days in my youth where we would go dancing and he would watch me tease the guys. With my new breasts I knew I'd be better than ever  So here I was, alone in our big house in Vegas while he was in Laughlin getting situated. He was living in the hotel for the time being until I could sell the house and we could find something in Laughlin. It started as an adventure. I still was a gym rat, although I got much more attention with my two new best friends, during the week. I also had to keep the house spotless in case a realtor wanted to show the place. Then on the weekends I'd drive down to Laughlin. The life of a casino manager leaves little free time, however, so mostly I just took advantage of the hotel's features and would go dancing by myself. Guys who assumed I was a prostitute propositioned more than once me. I guess with the fake boobs I just had that look now. I think this new life wouldn't have bothered me so much if he was able to give me more attention when I was there. We had not made love since the promotion as he was always worn out when I saw him. I kept telling myself things would be better when I moved there full time, but I also started taking the advances I received when dancing or at the gym more seriously. I didn't want to cheat on him, mainly because I didn't want to give him an excuse to do the same, but I needed to get laid. I was able to keep my lust in check when I was in Laughlin, but it was getting increasingly tough when I was back in Vegas trying to sell the house. We didn't want to lose money, which meant we were asking for the top end of the market price wise. After the initial flurry of activity, showings had dropped off. I would go to the gym each day (late morning or early afternoon) and hope some hunky guy wouldn't start flirting with me. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist him. The problem was I always got really horny when I exercised, especially if I rode the bike. If I could get on a recumbent bike I was OK, but if the gym was busy and I got on an upright, the act of grinding my pussy on the seat for 20 minutes was maddening. I always ended up rushing home to masturbate. It was during one of my times on the bike that I met a woman named Toni who was riding next to me. She was gorgeous and was working out as hard as I was. She shocked me when she asked if riding the bike so fast excited me like it excited her. I had noticed her sweating (like I was) but had not noticed the wet patch on the front of her workout shorts until she looked down after asking her question. I had never had another woman hit on me in the gym. I was kind of flattered and in my horny state even contemplated asking if she wanted to grab lunch. But I didn't. I tried not to ask flustered and admitted I too enjoyed riding the bike in more ways than one. Toni and I soon became workout buddies and friends. We talked about our lives, our hopes, our dreams and of course about sex. Like me she was a neglected casino wife, but she told me she had a rich online sex life that let her work out her frustrations without cheating on her husband. Toni told me that he would freak out if she ever had sex with another man. I questioned her about what she did online and she coyly said she read erotic stories and masturbated. When I pushed her a little more she admitted she chatted on Yahoo and sometimes had phone sex with a stranger. I said it sounded like she was cheating on her husband but she assured me that she had never met any of the men she talked with so it didn't count. She told me she would email me a list of sites to check out. I didn't want to admit it but my pussy was leaking more than usual. It wasn't just riding the bike this time it was listening to Toni talk about her online adventures. I was already masturbating almost every day to keep from going crazy, but sometimes my fingers just didn't cut it. From what she described there was never a shortage of people to help stimulate her so I decided to give it a try. I tried to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside I was going crazy with lust. I wasn't totally ignorant of what was available online. Hubby and I watched the occasional adult movie, had shopped for toys online together a couple of times and in the real world even went to strip clubs occasionally. But I wasn't experienced with interacting with people to talk about sex. I was excited to get started when I got home. Our PC is in a bedroom we use as a den. I checked our VM to make sure nobody wanted to see the house (there had not been anybody in weeks so it wasn't a shock that there were no messages) and quickly stripped off my workout clothes. I usually showered at the gym, but today I was in a rush to get home so I skipped it and was still stinky and sweaty. But then again, nobody online would know. I checked my messages. Nothing yet from Toni. But I remembered the name of her story site so I found it on Google. I couldn't believe how many stories were available. I didn't know where to begin. So I typed "trophy wife" into the search function. Instantly a hundred stories appeared to choose from. I clicked on one at random. It was poorly written with lots of spelling mistakes and bad grammar. It didn't do anything for me. I started to think Toni was crazy. I went back and searched for "cheating wife." Again I got more stories than I could deal with, but the one I chose turned out to be much better. I admit, it was stimulating and I found myself reading one handed. My left hand was rubbing my pussy and clit while I scrolled with my right. I admit it felt good, but I didn't feel any orgasm building. So I continued reading other stories and learned how they were rated so I could concentrate on ones that should be better. Eventually I ended up reading about a woman who was an exhibitionist who meets a real take-charge guy. She had been teasing guys at a party and this guy apparently had enough with her flirtations. He took her into a bedroom and ravaged her. That got me going and by the end I was a swampy mess. I had enough with reading and I ran to my bedroom to grab my favorite vibe from my bedside table. With the power of the rabbit I was cumming quickly. After I calmed down, I finally took my shower and then made a light lunch. I made myself busy the rest of the day and didn't think about Toni again until about 8pm when I checked my email again. I'd talked to my husband and he said he sent me some new pictures to my email and I wanted to see them. I noticed that Toni had sent an email but I didn't read it right away. I opened my husband's first email and it was a selfie of himself without his shirt on. It was kind of humorous when I first looked at it. The other emails showed me more of himself until finally he was naked and holding his very hard cock. It was nice that he was thinking about me. We rarely had sex when I visited so I took this as progress. I wanted to show my appreciation so I stripped naked again and sent him my own selfie. I'd never done that before and I have to admit it was exciting. I waited for him to reply, but he never did. I guessed he only had a few minutes of free time and he wanked out a quick one. While I was waiting, sitting naked waiting for his reply, I clicked on Toni's email. Her list included the story site I remembered along with several others, which were focused on specific story types. One was a lesbian site and one was a bondage story site. This kind of shocked me and I didn't immediately read stories from either. She also included a link to her image site and another site fetish. I didn't want to click on the last one as it sounding like it would put spyware on my computer and I didn't want my husband finding out I'd been looking at this material, so I started with her photo site. Toni's site was a mix of pictures of her (nothing naked but some revealing shots) and blog entries which turned out to be very explicit. It turns out she is quite an exhibitionist. Some were selfies and somebody else had taken some. According to her blog she had a special "friend" who told her what kind of clothes to wear and how to pose for her photo sessions. I had to admit, she looked great and the thought of someone directing her how to pose was exciting. As a closet exhibitionist myself (hence my love of dancing and flirting) the idea that somebody would tell me what to wear and where to show myself off was interesting. I was starting to get aroused again. I stared at her pictures and reread her blog posts again and again imagining I was the one showing myself off. Certainly I could never post pictures of myself in this manner due to my husband's position. I wondered how Toni's husband allowed it. I jumped back to the story site and this time searched for exhibition stories. I found one that seemed to match Toni's situation and I started playing with myself while reading it. This time I didn't need my vibe to cum. That was very rare. My fingers rarely took me over the edge, but this time the story was my stimulation along with thinking about Toni's photos. I left myself breathless and quivering by the end of the story having had one of the best orgasms of my life in the process. I shut down my PC and headed to bed. I didn't shower. I felt sweaty and dirty after my finger session and I wanted to remember that while I slept. But I couldn't sleep. I had too many thoughts of Toni running through my brain. After fighting them for an hour I got back up, put on a robe and headed back to my PC. This time I wasn't scared and I logged onto the fetish site. Toni had included her screen name so I was able to search for her. She wasn't kidding when she said she had a secret online life. She must have had 100 friends and at least that many explicit photos. These were way racier than on her site, but since she wasn't using her real name I guess it was safer. I started to look at the groups she belonged to and the first few didn't surprise me. Exhibitionist was the first. I kind of went "well duh" when I read that. But there were others like Daddy/Daughter, Collars & Leashes and Dommes & Female Subs, which surprised me. I tried to check out these groups but found I needed to register before I could look much further around. I wasn't about to use my real information so Leslie in Carson City was born. I did answer the rest of the registration questions truthfully including what I thought my fetishes might be and that I was looking for friends. This apparently large group of people who thought like Toni intrigued me. There were hundreds of members that listed Las Vegas as their home. I never knew they even existed. I ended up spending the rest of the night exploring this culture online. I clicked on the profiles of many of Toni's friends figuring that was a good place to start as well as checking out the groups she had joined. I ended up joining most of them. From time to time I started to feel excited by what I was reading about and so I would jump over to the story site and read some nasty story and get myself off. I was tempted to send a message to some of Tori's friends but I chickened out. It did post a few messages in her groups hoping to find my own friends, but nobody messaged me off. By the time I finally went to bed the sun was rising and my pussy was sore from four sessions with my fingers and vibe. I was sound asleep when the phone rang at 9am. I groggily picked it up. I was glad I did. At first I was mad. Of all the days for a realtor to want to show the house, this morning was the worst. I hastily got dressed, as they wanted to come at 10. Then I realized I had left my vibe on my desk next to the computer. That would have been embarrassing to say the least. I hid it back in my night table and took myself to breakfast. After breakfast I went to the gym. Toni was there as usual and we rode bikes next to each other. I couldn't help myself. I pictured her getting excited rubbing against the bicycle seat. Knowing what I now knew about her, my own pussy started getting juicy as I imagined her doing some of the things she confessed to enjoying in her profile. My visions were abstract but I could see her being bent over and spanked. Or tied to the bed with one guy fucking her and one guy forcing his cock into her mouth. Then I remembered some of her groups her focused on lesbian or bisexual sex. This brought her to a new light in my mind. I'd never had sex with a woman before, but Toni was so sexual in my mind right then I probably would have accepted any advance she made. But as aroused as I was becoming, and as lurid as my thoughts were, our conversation was typical gym talk. Nothing unusual and nothing about the websites she had sent me. I didn't know if she had forgotten emailing me her list or if she was waiting for me to bring it up. If it was the latter, she would have to wait a while as I was definitely not ready to admit I'd been digitally spying on her. By the time we finished our workout my pussy was on fire. I made a weak excuse that I had to get home and clean for the realtor instead of showering with her and accepting her lunch offer. The truth was I needed to get my fingers on my clit as soon as possible. At first that meant sitting in my car in the parking lot, but there were way to many people walking around for me to enjoy myself. Luckily there is a park not to far from the gym and around noon there was enough privacy for me to masturbate in my car safely. I was definitely starting to feel a bit out of control. I'd never masturbated in public (well semi-public) before but my pussy had a mind of its own and was demanding attention. I'd also never stayed up all night playing with myself. I needed to get to Laughlin this weekend and attack my hubby. I needed some cock. Bad Wife, Good Sub That night I once again found myself with sleep eluding me and once again found myself searching for masturbation inspiration. A couple of people had found my profile so I spent the first half hour sending carefully worded responses to them. Then I click on Toni's profile again to see if she had been online. There were two new pictures on her page. One was taken at the gym. It was a selfie of her riding the bike. It was a close up of her crotch and showed a big wet spot on the front of her shorts. I tried to think back to remember if those were the shorts she was wearing today. I didn't remember her taking any pictures, but I had quit about five minutes before she did so she could have taken it them. What had she been thinking about? I wondered if she had been thinking about me. The second picture was out on Freemont Street. Toni was dressed in a short leather skirt, stockings and high heels. Up top she had on a leather jacket, which matched the skirt. Had she not been holding it open exposing to the world that she had on no blouse or bra on underneath I wouldn't have believed it. Someone else had obviously taken that picture. The photographer was standing some distance away and the lens was wide enough to get the lights of the Freemont Street Experience in the background. Toni was in the middle of the shot and the surprised expressions of several people could be seen as the walked next to her. If I saw her at the gym tomorrow I was going to have to ask her about that one. I also made a mental note to casually look for another wet spot on her shorts. Alas she was not at the gym when I went the next morning and in the afternoon I drove down to Laughlin for the weekend. I made sure hubby understood my need for him to make time in his schedule to fuck me more than once that weekend. He told me things were working out and suggested trying to rent the house instead of selling it so I could move down sooner. I told him I wasn't ready to be a long distance landlord and that I had not given up on selling. I couldn't tell him the real reason was I was playing this new mind game where the thought of exposing myself in public and having sex with other women was keeping me up nights and making me orgasm like never before. I drove back to Vegas late Sunday night and went straight to the computer. I was sitting at the desk, naked with a very wet pussy, when I finally had enough courage to post a picture of myself. Not my face, mind you, but a nice stiff nipple picture of my breasts and a second one with a finger in my pussy. It was so exciting to anonymously share myself with the world in that fashion. Almost immediately I started receiving messages from horny guys. I dismissed most of them out of hand. Then I got a message from one of Toni's friends from a group called Vegas Kinksters. I had looked at Mistress Jacqui's, as she called herself, profile when I was cyber-stalking Toni. I admit she had intrigued me. She had many pictures posted but none of herself, as far as I could tell. They all seemed to be of her friends. Toni's new picture was there and the other poses were similar in nature. Women in revealing poses or dressed in some sexy outfit apparently taking pictures for their mistress. I wasn't sure what to say to her so I just replied, "Hi." She replied quickly and started asking me rather personal questions very quickly. I wondered if she had talked to Toni and knew my profile was lying about my name and location or whether she had just found me from Toni's page or from one of my posts. As intrusive as her questions were, I found myself drawn to her and I answered her inquires truthfully. When she suggested we switch to Yahoo Messenger, I couldn't think of an excuse not to, so I told her I would have to create a profile as I didn't normally use Yahoo for chat. (That was a lie of course. Toni and I chatted several times but I didn't have an account for my secret persona.) Jacqui replied that I should drop the charade and login as myself. She said there was a friend request waiting. I guess she had talked to Toni about me. About a minute later we were chatting. It was obvious Toni had told her many things about me, but she would not have known of my new feelings as I had never expressed those to Toni. After a few minutes of chatting Jacqui suggested a Yahoo voice call. I'd never done that. She asked if I had a microphone and I told her I didn't think so. Then she asked if I had a webcam. I told her our PC did have one of those. My husband used it for video meetings. She typed that most webcam have a built in microphone so I should hang on. Moments later my PC started beeping that I had an incoming call. I was a bit scared, but I clicked accept. Although I had never seen her, I had a picture in my mind what she looked like. I still could only imagine what her features were like, but as to her voice, it was husky and like velvet. She definitely had an exotic accent, kind of an Eastern European superspy vibe to it. Once I heard her voice, the picture in my mind instantly switched to a dark haired beauty. No wonder Toni was sending her explicit pictures. She must be gorgeous. I'm sure my nervousness came through immediately on our call. She told me it was cute. That was sort of demeaning, but I didn't mind. Her manner had me anxiously waiting for her next word and needless to say my pussy was dripping in anticipation. "When we are done talking I was so going to fuck myself," I thought. Jacqui's conversational skills were much like her chat skills. I was revealing very intimate details about my desires, my fantasies and myself. Her voice was dripping with lust. I was getting turned on revealing such intimate details to a stranger, although I felt like I had known her for years. Then I heard a soft moan come through my computer speakers. Could it be she was masturbating while listening to me? I had to know. So I asked. "Are you masturbating?" Truthfully I wanted to do that myself, but I would have been mortified if she caught me doing it. She apparently didn't share my embarrassment. "Yes I am," she replied huskily. "Your voice is so sexy and the picture of your tits is beautiful. They are so perfect. Who did them? " I was shocked. Even in this town, where fake breasts are everywhere, I had not had the experience of openly talking about them, let alone having them be a source of arousal for another woman. I was silent for a few moments. Then she chimed in again. "Heather, don't hold back. Tell me about them. Are they firm or do they have some bounce? Are your nipples sensitive? Do you like them sucked? Is your pussy wet?" I was started to lose myself in the moment much like I had reading the stories for the first time. Only now it was much more intimate with this strange woman trying to get off on my pictures and my voice. I wasn't sure what to do. We were in new territory for me. "I just know your pussy is wet," she continued. "Toni told me how excited you get riding the bike. How pointy do your nipples get. I can just picture them. I want to suck them. Are your tits big enough to lick your own nipples? I can do that. It's wonderful. I love to lick them while one of my horny slaves eats my pussy." I'm sure she knew the effect she was having on me and I'm sure her game was more about getting herself off instead of driving me crazy. But I needed my own relief. With a loud sigh I began to finger myself. "That's it baby," she cooed. "Make yourself cum for mama." I wasn't saying anything. My eyes were closed and my fingers were busy. "Heather," she said with a pleading voice. "I'm almost there. Turn on your webcam so I can see you." I probably should have know that request was coming when she asked if I had one, but was not ready to show myself off and I told her so. She pleaded with me and it was a struggle to resist her. "Please just show me your tits then. Zoom in on them. I just want to watch you play with your nipples." Still I held back but it was tough. I'd already shown my nipples online so she probably figured if I would do that she could talk me into showing more. She was probably right. I was getting close to cumming myself and I considered it, but I really wasn't sure how to turn on the camera so I guess technology was contributing to my playing hard to get. Apparently it was working though as this mistress, who I figured was probably pretty tough, wasn't getting what she wanted and apparently although she was turned on, she couldn't quite get off. I felt a surge of power through my body that I was in charge. It turns out, that was short lived. Mistress Jacqui said, "Well if you will not show me, I'm going to show you." Moments later a button that said "view camera" popped up on my screen. I felt a wave of lust surge through my body and I clicked on it. She was broadcasting apparently the same angle she had said would be acceptable for me. I couldn't see her head, although I could tell she had long red hair as a few strands had found their way forward over her shoulders. What she was broadcasting was the largest pair of breasts I'd ever seen live. They were monsters. She looked thin so they must have been fake. But they were spectacular. Then the camera panned down and showed me her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip, but otherwise she was bare and I could see evidence of juice on her thighs. There was also a big wet spot on the chair. "I've been playing with my a couple of my slaves for about two hours, baby," she confided in me. "I've cum three times including one squirter," she admitted. "But since I've started talking to you, I need to cum again. You just watch. Knowing you are playing with yourself while you watch me will make me cum." The camera zoomed back out a bit. I could now see her breasts and almost down to her pussy. I could see her arm moving as she frigged herself. She wasn't asking questions any more. She was describing what she was doing and how good it would feel if I was doing it to her. I could see her pinching her nipples and then hoisting her massive jugs up out of frame where I assume she was sucking her own nipples. I tried to do the same, but I couldn't quite reach. The tip of my tongue just barely grazed by stiff nipple, but not quite enough to get any real pleasure. "Oh you sweet slut," she called out. "I love having my nipples sucked. Toni cancelled on my tonight. She is supposed to be here to take care of me. I love to lay back and have her worship my tits and then pleasure my pussy for hours. Will you come over?" Never before had I heard such lust in a person's voice. Yes the offer was tempting, but no I didn't take it. Jacqui kept trying though. I think it was just her way of helping herself get off. I doubt she really expected me to rush out at that hour and go to her. Or maybe she did. She kept describing how great she felt and how her body was built for sex. I kept watching her and masturbating. I could have cum. I was close, but I was scared to let her hear me. She did not have that same fear as when she did cum she was loud. She screamed in pleasure and her breasts shook wildly. I felt the first pangs of orgasm as I watched her consumed by her own climax. I wanted to get off the call so I could finish myself in private. How long was she going to orgasm? It went on and on. I was struggling to hold back from my own shameless orgasm, although why I was thinking like that I don't know. Finally she came back to reality. But instead of thanking me for helping, she asked if I enjoyed the show. Then she asked if I had cum. I probably should have just said yes so I could hang up, but I admitted I didn't and that I was scared to do so with her on the phone. "Nonsense," she replied. "How big is your husband's cock?" she asked very directly. I was back under her spell and I told her. "Do you have a dildo or vibe that size?" she asked next. Again I replied, "Yes." "Then go and get it," she told me. "I'm sure I have one that size around here somewhere. Be back in a minute." I watched as she got up and walked off camera. Her ass was as perfect as her breasts. I sat in silence in front of my computer continuing to strum my pussy. I didn't go get my vibe. I figured since she couldn't see me I could fake it. When she returned she had a dildo that was a pretty good replica of my husband's cock, although hers was a bit thicker. She asked if I had mine ready. I lied and said I did. "OK," she began. "Now imagine we are taking turns sucking his cock." On screen I could see her start to nibble the tip of her dildo before she began to lick the head. "Does he like you to just tease him or does he prefer to have to deep throat him?" she asked before demonstrating both techniques. When I didn't answer right away she said, "Come on girl. Give me something. How do you suck his cock?" I stammered that he likes me to take him all the way into my mouth and that he likes me to run my tongue up and down his shaft. Mistress Jacqui demonstrated on her dildo. "Like this?" she asked and I agreed with her. "Umm," she moaned onto the phallus before pulling it out, "I wish I had a real dick to suck right now. I should call one of my boytoys. Are you sucking your dildo?" I lied again and said I was. "Fuck yourself like I'm going to," she commanded. I watched on the screen as she slid the dildo down between her breasts and then out of view. I could tell her moment of penetration from the look on her face. I could also tell from her arm movement that she was going to town on herself. "Come on girl, let me hear you," she said. "I want to hear you cum so I can cum again." I still wasn't too sure of this whole situation, but I'd faked my own pleasure plenty of times with my husband so I figured I would do the same. I knew once I was in bed there would be no faking, as I would pleasure myself in much the same way she was doing. I just wasn't prepared to do it live for her. I don't know if I did a good job pretending to fuck myself and putting on an exaggerated audio show, but she seemed to like it. Either that or she just liked broadcasting her masturbation sessions to strangers. Maybe she was just lucky and could have multiple orgasms in quick succession. No matter what the cause she squealed in delight after just a few additional minutes. I still had not seen her face, but I was mesmerized by the jiggle of her tits when her body quaked in orgasm. After I had my fake climax and she had calmed down from hers I was prepared to log off. I said goodnight, somewhat impatiently as I wanted to get my own freak on. She closed our conversation telling me, "Next time no faking. Have a dildo at least as big as your husband and learn to turn your webcam on. I'll be in touch." And with that she logged out of Messenger. I sat there stunned for a minute. How did she know just from listening to me that I was faking? And she just assumed there would be a next time. How arrogant. I shut down my computer and hurried to the bedroom. I didn't need any foreplay. I just needed my vibe. I lay down on the bed and got to it. I knew I would climax quickly. Usually I don't cum a second time without having a while to build up again after the first climax, but the way I was feeling perhaps tonight was different. I started by imagining my husband going down on me as I placed the vibe hard against my clit. "Ohhh," I moaned as the strong vibrations buzzed my body. As I figured the first pangs of orgasm began to build almost immediately. I threw my head back in pleasure. But then I had a different vision. Instead of my husband moving up my body to impale me with his cock, I saw Mistress Jacqui. Or more precisely I saw Mistress Jacqui's boobs. In my masturbatory fantasy my legs her spread and she was between them. I was still holding the vibe, but her left thigh was pressed against it forcing it hard against my clit. She was lying on top of me and cradling my head into her massive breasts. "That's right baby," she cooed. "Suckle mama's nipples while you ride the vibe." She was forcing me to masturbate and worship her nipples. And I loved it. I held the vibe tight on my clit as if it were being held by an unseen source. I tried to lift my own breasts again to my mouth but I couldn't quite make it. In my mind however I was being smothered and my only way out was to pleasure her. I took my index finger on my left hand and began sucking on it imagining it was her nipple. It was firm against my tongue. As I sealed my lips around my finger I could have sworn I heard her moan. Then I came. But my fantasy mistress wasn't satisfied. "Keep sucking, slave girl," she said with an authoritarian tone. "You're learning fast and I want to watch you cum again." Now she started moving her hips causing the vibe to dance side to side. Unlike my previous experiences, my orgasmic high never really subsided. My body held itself at a peak level of excitement and within two minutes I was climaxing again. Then my fantasy lover commanded me to flip over and push the vibe into my steaming pussy. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and reached between with the vibe. Now my virtual mistress was sitting in front of me. I still hadn't seen her face. Her vision of sexual prowess was still just a magnificent pair of breasts but know I saw her pussy and thighs as well. At first she just held my head against her chest. I didn't have to nurse her this time. On her command I began fucking myself. She praised me for being a "good girl" and asked if I wanted to make her "very happy." I knew what she wanted and even though I had never done it in my life, I slid my head down between her legs. Later that morning when I woke up and had a perfect memory of everything that happened the night before. I could remember ever word of our conversation and how I came three times on my bed. My most striking memory, however, was the fact that my last orgasm occurred when I went down on a ghost. I mean, I know she wasn't there. I'd hung up our online call. But I could swear she was sitting in front of me guiding my actions. She told me what to do, I did it and I was rewarded with three of the best orgasms I'd ever had. If you had asked me I would have told you I could still taste her juices on my tongue. It was a weird experience to say the least, but also very powerful. Later that morning I met up with Toni at the gym. This time I wasn't scared to talk to her about her friend. I wanted to know everything. Toni didn't seem to be hiding any information, but she didn't seem to know much either. She admitted she had never met Mistress Jacqui and had never even seen her or talked to her. When I told her I had done both the night before she was obviously jealous. I told her about watching Jacqui's webcam but I didn't tell her about my virtual session in the bed afterwards. Toni told me Jacqui liked to have her get dressed up in some revealing outfit and walk around the strip or Freemont street showing off. I asked her about the picture of her flashing her breasts and she blushed. "You saw that?" she asked. "Well, yeah," I replied. "It's on your profile." "I guess it is," she said almost defeated. "Jacqui ordered me to do that." I decided not to press the issue of her following Jacqui's commands. With my limited experience with her I'm sure she could be very persuasive in getting someone to do whatever she wanted. "Who took the picture?" I asked. "It obviously wasn't you." "Yeah, that was the worst part," she admitted. "You didn't see the other one. I have not had the courage to post it. She sent me down there in that short skirt, stocking and heels plus the coat you saw me open to flash my boobs. My instruction was to find a tourist couple to snap the picture. She also said if they invited me back to their hotel to go with them and do whatever they wanted. I struggled to find a couple I wouldn't mind fucking if it came to that, but mostly I was looking for a strong woman with a nerdy guy so she would tell him I wasn't going with them. But everyone out that night looked like townies or couples where the guy was more in charge. Finally I found a young Asian couple. They didn't seem to speak much English. I held out my camera and pointed at the lights and then at me and he seemed to understand I wanted him to take my picture. I know it is a stereotype but he seemed very happy to be asked and his girlfriend didn't seem to mind. I took my position and he snapped a quick picture. He started walking back toward me with his hand outstretched to give me the camera back but I held up my hand and raised a finger. Then I took a slightly more provocative pose. He seemed to understand." Bad Wife, Good Sub "Seriously?" I asked. "You had a stranger take that picture." "That picture and a few more," she admitted. "I only posted the one because that is what Mistress Jacqui ordered. When he got back in position and aimed the camera I took and quick look around and then I flashed him. I could see the astonishment on his face and he started snapping picture after picture. I kind of expected his girlfriend to walk up and hit him, but she just stood there. It seemed like I was exposed for an eternity, but it was probably only 20 seconds. I pulled my jacket shut and looked around again. I knew some people had seen what I just did, but I was so turned on I didn't really care. I was fully prepared to go back to their hotel room if they asked. But they didn't. But he wasn't quite done yet either. He handed my camera to his girlfriend and walked toward me. By now there was a small crowd watching for what the "crazy woman" would do next. I took a step toward him but he reached out and put both hands on my shoulders. He spun me around and then put his foot between my legs. He didn't say anything but I felt him move his foot back and forth when I interpreted to mean to spread my legs. I moved them out about 18 inches. Then I felt him pushing on my back. "Down," was all he said. Since I had just spread my legs I assumed he meant to bend over not to get onto the ground. As I started to bow I felt him flip my skirt up exposing my ass. As I wasn't wearing panties my pussy was soon visible to the camera lens as well. He backed off and I assume went back to get the camera from his girlfriend. I saw the flash as he took another series of pictures. My pussy was drooling at being exposed in front of this crowd. I would have gladly gone back to their hotel at that moment. He obviously had a kinky streak in him and since his woman wasn't stopping him she must have had one too. Then I heard a deep masculine voice say, "wait." I held my position as man approached me. Looking up I could he was rugged. He didn't speak to me. He just stood by my side facing the camera. I felt him spread my cheeks and then easily slid two fingers into my steaming pussy. "Bitch is soaking", he announced to nobody in particular. I moaned. I gave me a few good pumps with his fingers while the camera clicked. Besides my camera I could tell other were immortalizing me on their cell phones. "Want to come back to my hotel," the guy hissed as he continued to finger fuck me. Of course I said yes. Even if Mistress Jacqui had not commanded me to acquiesce I could no more resist him than stop breathing. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed them against my asshole. "I'm here with a friend. We're both going to do you, OK?" I could tell he was implying my pussy wouldn't be the only thing penetrated and that he probably meant they wanted to DP me, but that was fine. "Let's go," I told him. And just like that I was headed to the Golden Nugget with two hunks. Of course they took other pictures of me that night. You can imagine what they look like." I stood there a bit dumbstruck. I knew Toni was a sexual woman, but to go back to the hotel room of two strangers seemed very reckless. Yet she was telling me the story as if it was the most natural thing in the world. One thing for sure my pussy had soaked the front of my panties and I was sure there would be a wet spot on my shorts. Toni was the first to look down having posted a similar picture of herself. I shouldn't have been surprised when she snapped a camera shot of my tight shorts showing my excitement. "I'll email it to you and you can post it. We can be fetish sisters." I was less worried about the wet spot than by what Mistress Jacqui would require of me if she wanted to do that task again. Back home I logged into all the websites I had been frequenting hoping to get a message from Mistress Jacqui. Late in the afternoon I saw her log in, but she didn't contact me. At least not right away. I felt like a high school girl waiting for the phone to ring as I sat by the computer hoping to get a message or better yet a voice call. But nothing happened. It was maddening. I started doing some things around the house, but I always found myself back at the PC about every 10 minutes checking on her. She must have been talking with somebody else. Maybe it was one of her boy toys. I could use one of them myself right now. I'd originally started chatting on line as a release to keep me from cheating on my husband. But now I was so horny I would have fucked the UPS guy if he appeared on my doorstep. Finally at 9pm a message appeared. It wasn't a voice call, but it was a start. As I'd come to expect, she was direct and to the point. "Good evening slut. Do you have your dildo?" After reading it I ran to the bedroom and grabbed it. Then I replied, "Yes I do." "Good," she replied. "I can't play with you tonight. But I want you to find something to tie your arms behind your back. Make it so it's easy for you to release yourself since it is your first time. I want you to sleep naked with your arms behind your back. Sleep on your stomach. Put the dildo in your mouth and fall asleep sucking it. I will call you tomorrow at 9am. Still be naked and have the dildo." I was reading the instructions and thinking of how to safely secure my arms. Then she added, "One last thing. No orgasms tonight. You may rub that pretty little pussy if you want on a pillow or the corner of your bed, but no climax. Talk to you tomorrow." And with that she was gone and I was scrambling for some rope. I ended up using two of my husband's neckties to secure my wrists. I was able to tie two slipknots holding them together and then pull them semi-tight. I knew I could get free easily if I needed too, but the sensation of being trapped was wonderful. I didn't rub my pussy against anything and I followed her instructions to sleep naked and with the dildo in my mouth. Since I didn't have the use of my arms I had to sleep above my covers. This made me feel very exposed, but also very excited. I fell asleep remarkably quickly and sleep surprisingly well. Of course I had wild, sexy dreams of Jacqui and what she would be doing to me if I were tied more securely and unable to resist her. When I woke the dildo was next to my head. Obviously I spit it out during the night. I hoped that wouldn't be a problem. I enjoyed completing her little task for me. I hoped she had something more for me today. Then I remembered she was going to call me at 9am. I didn't bother getting dressed. I just headed to the computer to check my messages and to wait for her. It was 8am when I sat down so I busied myself (OK, I read stories and masturbated) until I saw her log onto Yahoo. Our chat was brief and to the point. She had me describe how my evening went. Although I had been playing with myself for the better part of an hour I had not cum yet. Was I subconsciously waiting to talk to her before I climaxed? I'd been wet while reading and strumming my clit, but I wasn't really excited. Now that I heard her voice, I felt the familiar pangs of arousal that leads to my climaxes. Could her voice be my new trigger? I told her my story, confessed that I had spit out the dildo (she said she could prevent that but didn't give me any details) and confessed that I had been reading erotica and masturbating while waiting for her to call. She responded by turning on her webcam again. Of course I clicked the view button. She wasn't naked this time. This time she was wearing panties. Her breasts were as amazing and delectable looking as I remembered. Her panties were a young girl looking polka-dot pattern. I started to wonder her age. Since I had not seen her face I assumed she was at least in her 30s if not older than me. But someone my age would never wear panties like that. She zoomed in her webcam and focused on her panties. There was a big wet spot over her pussy. Then she moved what I would later learn in a Hitachi Wand over the wet spot. "Do you like my panties," she cooed. I assumed she meant did I like seeing her arousal. "Yes, I do," I responded unsure of exactly what she was asking. "I had a boy toy over last night," she told me. He put three loads in my pussy before I sent him home. I was wearing these panties. I had him just pull the elastic over and stick me with his cock. His cum dripped out of my pussy and into the panties. This morning I've cum three times already into them. What do you think about that?" My head was spinning at the thought of her being fucked so well. I could hear the Hitachi buzzing away on her pussy, no doubt still sticky with his cum and leaking her juices into the crotch of the panty. I could hear the sound of moisture on the head of the Hitachi. It was making my head swim. I didn't answer her question. I imagine she thought I was jealous and I probably was a bit. Then she asked if I wanted to watch her cum again. Of course I answered yes. Then my phone rang. I had to excuse myself and mute the computer. It was my fucking real estate agent. I had not heard from her in a week and she calls now? "Of course you can show the house in an hour I told her. Be gone until noon. No problem, I'll go to the gym. Yes the house is tidy. I just have to make the bed." Great, I thought. Thanks for interrupting me. I quickly unmuted the PC sound but I'd missed it. Jacqui had turned off the Hitachi, but just starting to breath normal and the webcam showed a larger wet patch on her panties. I'd missed her climax. Damn. Jacqui was giggling that she should wear her panties to work and how the guys in the office would go crazy if she didn't shower because she "reeked of sex." I could almost smell her. I certainly dreamed of smelling her. She asked if I would like another task for tonight. I thought about it for about 5 seconds and said yes. She said she would think of something and let me know. I told her I had to run and hung up. I quickly got dressed and tidied up the house. It didn't take long as I was only wearing my workout clothes. Then I headed to the gym. Toni was not there so I was left to ride the bike solo. That left my mind free to wander and think about Jacqui and her polka-dot cum filled panties. I wondered what kind of task Jacqui would have for me. I knew I'd probably have to turn on my webcam soon. Certainly she wouldn't put up with my bullshit much longer. I decided showing my boobs and panties like she had would be acceptable. Certainly I couldn't be identified without showing my face. Yes, I would do that much for her. But no more. The exercise bicycle did its job. I built up a sweat, got a workout and teased the hell out of my pussy. It was time to go home and take care of myself. It was just after noon so I called my realtor's cell and she said the showing agent had finished. She said she expected to get a report later today how the showing went. I thanked her and hung up. That was great news. I wasn't too worried about the showing. It would be nice if it went well and we got an offer, but right then all I cared about was getting inside, ripping my workout clothes off, grabbing my vibrator and fucking myself until I came over and over. Then I could shower and worry about what Jacqui had planned for me tonight. I parked in the garage and shut the overhead door. I was stripping out of my clothes even before I was in the house. I was naked by the time I reach my bedroom. I flopped onto the bed and reached over to the nightstand to grab my vibrator. When I slid the drawer open I stopped dead. My vibrator was there, but it wasn't hiding under a magazine like I normally left it when the house was going to be shown. The magazine was gone. As bad as that thought was, it turns out it wasn't a stranger who moved it. Well it was a stranger in that I had never met her. My vibrator was nestled into a polka-dot pair of panties. And unless I missed my guess, they hadn't been washed since the last time I saw them. Alas they were cool to the touch having been there probably at least 45 minutes to an hour. But they definitely were still damp. There was also an envelope under the panties. It was labeled "open later" in a very fine penmanship. My pussy was still on fire but I had to see if Jacqui sent me any messages before I relieved myself. As luck (or her plan) would have it, she was online when I logged in. She didn't voice call me. She just typed the following message. "You have a nice house. I would have liked to use your vibe but I couldn't be away from the agent that long. Boy toy saw your wedding picture on the wall. Thinks you are cute. Wants to fuck you. I might let him if he is good. For now, take my gift for you. Get on your bed on your hands and knees again. Use your vibe. Fuck yourself if you want. But press my panties against your nose. Before you cum lick them clean. Boy toy wants you to know what he tastes like. Don't open the envelope. I'll talk to you after 5 about that." Then she logged off without allowing me to ask any questions. That was OK, though. I didn't have any questions. What I did have was a command to fuck myself again. And fuck myself I did. To three quick orgasms. Her scent was heavenly and his taste was, well nasty as I had always found men's cum, but because she had commanded it, I did it. I did it and it turned me on to be following her instructions. Then I passed out. It was 4pm when I woke up. For a moment I wondered why I had a pair of panties over my head. Then I remembered. A warm feeling spread over my body. Realizing I still needed a shower I hurriedly took one and washed the morning and afternoon of sex off my body. I had a feeling I'd need another shower later. I wanted to be sure to be online by 4:30 in case she was early. I was curious about the envelope. It was large and soft. I deduced that it contained some clothes. It must be something she wanted me to wear. She probably correctly deduced that I would turn on my webcam if she commanded it and this was probably some costume she wanted me to wear to get her off. As long as I got off too that was OK with me. I didn't bother getting dressed yet. I sat at the keyboard naked waiting for her. She didn't log on at 5. After 15 minutes of waiting I started chatting with someone else. By 6 that conversation was over. He seemed nice but just didn't do it for me. He had not even made my pussy wet. Over the next 2 hours I chatted with three other guys and one other woman. The woman was better. The guys were pretty worthless. But I wanted my Mistress Jacqui. I wanted her to tell me what to do to get myself off. Finally at 8:45 she logged on. I was furious that she was so late. But I said nothing. Again we just chatted instead of doing a voice call. She said she wanted to see me wear the clothes in the envelope. I told her I waited and didn't open it. She said no problem. She told me to turn on my webcam so she could watch me get dressed. I told her no to the webcam. I know I said earlier that I figured I would give in and turn it on, but that was before she pissed me off by making me wait. She told me to get the envelope and that she would send me instructions in email. Then she logged off. What the fuck? Her games were confusing to me. She wants to see me, she doesn't want to see me. I figured I'd better see what she left me in the envelope. I went and retrieved it and then brought it back to my den. There was no email from her. I opened the envelope. There were two items. A sheer, almost translucent white silk blouse and a black skirt. It was a very light weight material. Holding it up I could see it came to about three inches above my knee. It was not an obscene length. I was almost surprised how much it would cover. I was still holding the skirt when an email from her arrived. As usual it was bold and direct. "Put on the blouse and skirt. Wear nothing else. No bra, no panties and no stockings or pantyhose. Pick out a black pump with at least a 3-inch heel. If you don't have the right shoes, go buy a pair." Well I did have a few pairs that fit that description. On thing about being an arm candy wife you always wear heels that you can always wear black. But what were her plans? She had already been in my house. Was she going to come back tonight? Or was I going to go out like Toni had and expose myself. Since I had been given a blouse I didn't think that was the case because Toni just had skirt and a jacket. I decided not to worry about it. I just got dressed and waited. Waiting was getting to be a habit. A habit that I didn't like. But what else could I do. My pussy was telling me to play her game and my pussy always won. Looking at myself in the mirror my nipples were clearly on display. They were hard, of course, and I doubted they would be softening any time soon. The silk hugged the swell of my breasts like it had been tailored and the skirt framed my ass very nicely. Although I was showing very little skin (she had not specified how many buttons should be open on the blouse) the overall look was highly sexual. It was obvious I was not wearing a bra. Looking at the smooth line of the skirt across my ass it was just as obvious I was either wearing a g-string or no underwear at all. I looked good, I admit. I'd dress in similar clothes for my husband, but always with lingerie underneath. I'd always felt sexy while wearing something lacy and seductive under my clothes. But my leaking pussy told me going bare was even better. And the fact that I was doing it for a stranger was even more thrilling. Jacqui commanded me to go down to Freemont Street. I was to park at the Plaza and walk two circuits of the Freemont Street Experience. When the light show played I was to act like a tourist and stop and watch. I was to keep my head tilted up at the screen. She also told me to keep my phone with me as she would send me further instructions. I grabbed my purse and jumped in my car. For those who don't know about the Freemont Street Experience, a while ago Las Vegas converted Freemont Street (the original downtown gaming area) into a pedestrian mall and installed a four block long canopy with an amazing light show. People pour out of the casinos to watch the shows. There are also people just wandering around carrying their drinks and enjoying the town, concerts and of course, some of the seedy underbelly Las Vegas is known for. It's a place you can be with a huge crowd, but also anonymous at the same time. There is also an overpriced strip club. I wondered if my additional instructions would take me there. I parked at the Plaza as I had been instructed. I took a quick spin through the casino to get my ticket validated. I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked through the joint. By breasts were swaying under the blouse making my nipples rub against the smooth material. I could feel the heat between my legs. My thighs were slick with moisture. I wanted to run into the bathroom and get myself off, but I resisted my urges and walked out the front door. From there it was a simple crossing of the street to my own personal Freemont Street Experience. The more I walked, the more excited I got. One of the best things to do in Vegas is people watch. And in downtown you'll see more colorful characters. I kept a sharp eye out for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would be there somewhere watching me. Then the lights went out on the marquees of the casinos. The show was starting. As instructed I froze in position and looked up. A mob of people quickly formed around me. I was watching the show but my body was tense. Would she sneak up to me? If she did would she touch me? My mind started fantasizing about a stranger pulling me out of the crowd and into an alley. My hands slowly slid from my side to the front of the skirt and I gave myself a quick rub as the show ended. The mob began to disperse. I spun in a 360 looking for any signs of her, but saw nobody. I still had not seen her face, but I'm sure I would recognize her breasts. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 02 The more we drove the more disoriented I became. I was able to track in my mind where we were for a while, but soon I was hopelessly lost. My pussy was pulsating in need as the longer we drove, the more aroused I became. I probably should have been worried. Isn't this how a body ends up on CSI? But I didn't care about my safety. I was on my way to see Mistress and that was all that mattered. Finally the car stopped for longer than a red light. I heard the girl make a call. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was obvious I was the topic. "Yes, she's in the car. Yes, I'm sure her pussy is dripping. Yes, my car stinks of her arousal. Yes, she'll do anything for you. OK, I'll bring her in." Then I heard her hang up. "You've been granted an audience with Mistress Jacqui," she told me. "Don't fuck it up or you'll never get a second chance. Also if you make me look bad, I'll make sure I get my revenge." I sat quietly in the back seat. I heard her get out of the car and then heard the back door open. The cool night breeze blew across my overheated body. She didn't say anything to me but I could feel her unbuckling my ankle cuffs. After that a simple tug on my leash indicated it was time to go. As weird as it was walking naked to her car half an hour ago (I estimated), at least I had an idea of what the front of the adult bookstore looked like. Now, naked out in the open, I had no idea of my surroundings. I felt grass under my feet. Was I in a residential neighborhood or maybe a park? She started walking me. I felt concrete under two steps and then grass again. A sidewalk perhaps? She paused to unhook my wrist cuffs. Then she told me to crawl instead of walk. Was I in front of Mistress' house? Were her neighbors watching? I crawled for maybe 60 feet before I felt concrete again and then a step. My protector told me to be careful as I crawled up the step. The concrete scraped my knees. I felt a tug on my leash. "Sit up on with your ass on the back of your feet," she told me. "Keep your hands on the ground." I did what she commanded before I realized I looked like I was a dog. I heard the doorbell ring and about 30 seconds later, I heard the door open. "I'm glad you're finally here," I heard a man's voice say. Then I realized it was the voice of the limo driver. "Mistress has been working my cock ragged waiting for this one." I heard a screen door open and assumed I would be ushered inside to attend to Mistress Jacqui's obviously high level of needs. My pussy gushed a bit at the thought. "I'll see you another time," I heard the girl from the bookstore say before I heard her footsteps walk down the path. "Mistress wants you to go to the bathroom before you meet her. You may not have a chance for a while," he told me. I expected him to lead me to the bathroom. Instead I felt a tug on the leash going back the way I'd crawled from the car. "Come on, slut," he said dispassionately. I scampered along behind him and soon felt the cool grass beneath me once again. We quickly turned and it was obvious he was leading me around the house. "Mistress does not allow slave candidates to use the bathroom," he told me. "You have to piss in the yard." I was mortified. Unable to see where I was going also meant I was unable to see if anybody else was watching. I crawled until he tugged my leash and told me to stop. I didn't sit up this time because he didn't tell me to do so. I felt him slide a bowl of some sort under me. It hit both my knees as I straddled it. "Piss into the dish," he told me. "Mistress may have a need for it later." I'd never thought of doing such a disgusting thing. A month ago if you told me I would piss in a dish because somebody told me to I would have said you are crazy. But, although it took some time to overcome my bladder shyness, eventually I tinkled into the bowl. I'd come this far. I wasn't going to give up seeing Mistress Jacqui now. I only hoped she wouldn't need my urine later. Although in the back of my mind I knew she probably would. I felt my leash tugged again and followed behind him. Soon I felt a stone patio under my hands and knees. Then a couple more steps and finally I heard a sliding door open. I continued to follow the limo driver feeling ceramic tile and then hardwood flooring as we continued. We came to a stop and he told me to sit up. I assume that meant to resume the dog position I'd been in at the front door. So I did. My senses were hyperactive. I could smell my urine as the bowl moved past my head and then was set in front of me. I had a sinking feeling I was about to be ordered to put my face in the bowl. But for at least 5 minutes (It felt like an eternity.) I just knelt there. Finally I heard a woman's heels clicking on the floor. "Thank you James," I heard her say. Her voice was even sexier in person. In my mind she was wearing a leather corset, which did little to hide her amazing breasts, stockings and black stiletto heels. "You may have your treat," were the next words out of her mouth. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me, but I soon realized she was still talking to the limo driver and I sensed him hitting the floor next to me. Then I heard him lapping his tongue in the bowl. I was astonished. He was licking my piss from the bowl. Sympathetically I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to wretch for him, but apparently he was enjoying his "treat." "I will need you to take Heather home in about two hours," Mistress Jacqui announced. "You may rest in your room until then." I heard him get up and walk out of the room. I was now very nervous about what was in store for me. I definitely didn't want to drink whatever was left of my piss. "So Heather, we finally meet," Mistress Jacqui said. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I'm still not convinced I should add you to my stable," she countered. "Let's see how tonight goes." "Yes, Mam," I said trying to sound submissive. "I'll do my best." "I'm sure you will. I'm sure you will. But will your best be good enough?" I didn't answer her question because I assumed it was rhetorical. I also didn't have an answer. Mistress Jacqui didn't seem to mind that I didn't answer that question. Although her next set of questions were definitely ones of a more probing nature. She positioned me on my hands and knees with "that slut ass in the air," as she called it. Apparently she was sitting behind me. I could feel tension on my leash as she was holding it. I also felt her shoe covered foot between my legs. She began teasing my pussy with the pointed toe of her shoe. How many times had she already asked these questions and made me confess my dark secrets during our online chat? I'm not sure, but there was something more humiliating and yet compelling to opening my soul to her in person, even if I couldn't see her. The toe of her shoe was driving me wild, which I'm sure was the point of the exercise. She chastised me for soiling her shoe with my "slut juices" and told me I had "earned a punishment" for "ruining the finish" on her pumps. I was less concerned with that than I was with the potential embarrassment of orgasming on her foot. Mistress Jacqui was in complete control of my emotions. She twisted her foot making sure I ground my clit on her toe. She teased me with phrases like, "Does my baby girl want to cum?" and "What a slut you are getting off on a stranger's foot." Based on her voice, I guessed that she was younger than me. That assumption made my humiliation even more acute. She made me beg her to be allowed to cum. "Please Mistress may your baby girl (that was so demeaning because of our perceived age difference) please cum?" She would tap her toe on my clit showing her pleasure with my submission to her. But of course, her permission was not forthcoming. I was quivering in need and didn't know how much longer I could last. I felt her nails scrap across my ass. "Don't cum yet, pet," she cooed. "Your Mistress always cums first." "Please Mistress," I begged again. "How may I get you off?" "We'll you can start by spinning around and licking my clit," she told me with a friendly tone. "Stay on your knees and put your hands behind your back with the palms up. I'm going to crop your ass while you eat me." I scampered around to get into position. But before I could bury my face between her legs, I felt her take my face in her hands and hold my head up. "I really get off on married women doing my bidding and working their asses off to pleasure me," she told me. I knew she was staring at me and I longed for the blindfold to be removed so I could finally see her. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you?" she asked me. I thought for a moment. I had not cum without permission and I'd followed all instructions since I'd arrived. I'd even followed all the instructions at the adult bookstore without knowing that was a test for this moment. Then the answer came to me and I knew it was correct. "Because I belong to you, Mistress," was my response. "Well, don't get ahead of yourself, Heather. I'm still not sure whether you are worthy of our group. But your answer is close enough. I was looking for because I can." "Yes, Mistress," I replied trying not to sound dejected that I got the answer wrong. "Now get between my legs and get to work," she commanded with more authority in her voice. I leaned forward and allowed her to guide my head into position between her thighs. "Drink in my scent, princess," she told me. "In time, if I keep you, your body will crave my flavor." I took a deep breath. She was musky and her fragrance went straight to my pussy. I almost came without being touched. She pulled my head the rest of the way. I stuck out my tongue in anticipation of pressing up against her soft wet folds. I was surprised to feel the fabric of her panties. She pulled me tight against them anyway. They were saturated with juice and spread Mistress' wetness against my face. I'm sure her perfume was transferred to my skin as well. "I've been wearing those panties for three days in anticipation of this moment," Mistress told me. "Toni made sure I came at least four times each day and boy toy left five loads for you in them. They should be good and ripe for you." She pulled my face against the soiled panties. I began to feel light headed. "Later you'll lick the backside. It's just as crusty as the front. But for now I want you to try and get me off. Consider it an audition." I don't know how much help I was bringing my Mistress to climax. She was basically holding my head tight against her soiled panties. Her left hand was wrapped in my hair and she was pulling me tight against her. While she did that she was rolling her hips grinding her pussy up against down against my face. True to her promise, she also was holding a riding crop in her right hand. The stinging kiss of the leather reinforced my position as nothing but her possession. While my ass was her primary target, the palms of my hands also drew her wrath. Mostly her strikes were of medium force. They certainly were harder than simple taps, but they were not as hard as a major strike. I could tell because several times she really cut lose and snapped the crop against my defenseless flesh. Each time she did that she preceded the blow by tugging my hair tighter, pulling firmly and squeezing her thighs against the side of my head. Her pussy quickly muffled any scream of pain I might have released. Any hope I had of bringing my Mistress to orgasm was dashed when she released my head and stood up. I expected to hear her berate me for having failed my test, but she did not. I suppose she was in enough control that she could have orgasmed if she chose to allow it, but as an expression of power over me, she decided not to do so. I was still on my knees when I felt her press her ass against my face. True to her word her panties smelled of three days of being pressed against her backside. I wretched as she pulled my head tight against her. "You'll get used to that smell if I accept you. I love being rimmed, especially after I cum." She wiggled her ass against my face. I tried to hold my breath but she held me tight too long and eventually I had to take a deep breath of her essence. I almost threw up. I couldn't imagine licking her asshole, although if she commanded me to I would. Then she released my head. "Stand up and stretch for a moment," she commanded. "Keep your hands behind your back and don't even think of removing your blindfold." I was happy for the opportunity to stretch, but with my hands behind me, my breasts were forced forward and I felt like I was on display. I wondered if anybody else was in the room with us. I heard Mistress walking away and wondered where she was going. Immediately I longed for her return and her touch. I estimate she was gone for about ten minutes. She told me she had to attend to "another matter" and to "gather some toys." The toys sounded fun, although her idea of fun may have been different from mine. The first thing she did was to pull my leash and lead me across the room. She then told me to stick my tongue out, which I did. I quickly felt something round and rubber using my tongue to make it wet. I then heard a loud thump. I turned my head toward the sound. "That is an 8" dildo your spit just allowed me to attach to the coffee table," Mistress told me. "I need to see how advanced your cock sucking skills have developed. Since you're married I assume you are pretty good." I felt a sharp tug on my leash and assumed that meant I should drop back to my knees. Mistress was kind enough to grab my hair again and direct me to the fake cock. Out of habit I took hold of the base with my hand. With my husband I also worked his cock with my hands as much as my mouth as that always made him cum quicker. Of course, Mistress always demanded my hands be behind my back and quickly corrected my error with a hard smack on my ass. I realized my mistake and locked my hands together on the small of my back. I didn't confess to her that my oral skills were considered advanced long before I met my husband. She didn't need to know how much I loved the feeling of a cock in my mouth, even if it was fake. She let me blow the rubber phallus for a few minutes before she pulled my head back off of it. "I'm going to remove your blindfold now," she told me. "You are to keep your eyes shut. Failure on your part to do so will result is an extreme punishment I'm sure you will not enjoy. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. I then felt her removing the blindfold. It felt good to have it off for the first time in at least an hour. I was a good girl and didn't open my eyes. "Keep them shut while I fit this hood on you," Mistress instructed. I felt a leather cowl sliding over my head. Mistress made sure it was positioned properly before zipping up the back causing it to form fit to my head. I opened my eyes at this point, but there was only darkness so I shut them again. There were no eye holes in the mask. I could breathe OK, though, so there must have been nose and mouth holes. "Stick your tongue out and run it around the opening," she commanded. I followed her instruction and found a firm circular opening around my mouth. "That opening is the perfect shape of a ball gag if I need to quiet you. Of course that also seals your primary source of oxygen. There are nose holes, but they are not very large. You have to remain calm and not hyperventilate if I chose to make you breathe that way. Of course I can block those holes very easily if I chose." I nodded my head that I understood, although I really didn't. "I'm going to give you a minute to get acclimated to the hood. Breathe through your nose and try not to freak out. I need to move the dildo and get another accessory ready." I tried to stand still and just breathe easy. That was easier said than done. I tried to listen to what she was doing. The dildo came off the table with a whoosh sound as the suction released. She then had me lick it again. I heard it reattached, but the sound was different this time. I wondered why. In my mind I pictured what she must have looked like moving around the room preparing for some other kinky game. I knew she must move with the grace of a cat arranging her own pleasure and hopefully mine. Whatever she was doing it didn't take long. When she returned to me she squeezed both my nipples. "Is baby ready?" she asked. I nodded, although I was not sure what I was ready for. I sensed Mistress moving behind me. And then I sensed her reaching around my head. "Since you didn't make me cum, I'm giving you a second chance." I felt something pressing over my mouth hole of the mask. Then I felt her pull a strap around my head and a buckle securing it. "I've secured a dildo to your mask and I'm going to fuck your face until you make me orgasm. If you cum first, however, well," she paused. "Just don't cum first. We've been having fun and I don't want to whip you tonight." I didn't understand why my orgasming would be an issue if I was fucking her. At least I didn't understand until she again guided me to my knees and then backed me up to the dildo I have been sucking. Apparently it had been attached to a window. Mistress explained as I sunk my pussy onto the dildo while kneeling doggie style that this room of her house had floor to ceiling glass. Once I was impaled on the fake dick I sensed her lying down in front of me. She then pulled my head toward her and slid the dildo attached to my face into her pussy. At first she thrust herself firmly against my face pulling the dildo deep inside of her. Once again she used the crop to inspire me to ride the window cock with vigor. I wondered if she could hear my moans as I felt the dildo split me open. She was riding my face dildo slowly while striking my ass with the crop any time I wasn't fucking myself with enough enthusiasm. She also resumed teasing me like she had done before when I rode her foot. This time she made sure I knew that my ass was clearly visible from the outside. I wasn't sure if these windows were on the front or back of her house, but I didn't really care. I wasn't about to stop pleasuring myself and at this time of night, there probably wasn't too many people walking by anyway. I fucked the dildo with abandon. Had I been able to beg for permission to cum I would have. Non-stop. But of course no sounds we audible from my mouth. Mistress seemed to be varying her speeds, but didn't seem to be doing herself fast enough to cum. I'm sure her plan was for me to lose control. For my part, I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to stuff my pussy with cock so I continued to ride with reckless abandon. Mistress continued to tap my ass with the crop warning me not to cum. My limited air supply was filled with Mistress' scent. It was almost hypnotic much like she had told me it would become. My arousal was peaking and I had to fight my cravings not to orgasm before Mistress gave me permission. I struggled to control my urges and I'm sure Mistress could feel my quivers transferred to her via my mouth dildo. Finally she said the words I'd been longing to hear. "OK, slut. You may cum. Show me what a dirty girl you are and cum for your mistress." I didn't have to be told twice. As soon as I heard the words, much like as when she would tease me on the video chat, my body exploded in a soul satisfying orgasm. I don't know how much of my guttural moans escaped the helmet, but I'm sure she understood what my body was experiencing. She began fucking my helmet dildo harder, although I wasn't concerned with that. I was only concerned with riding my own wave after wave of pleasure for as long as possible. I continued to fuck myself as hard as I could and my orgasm continued to roll over me. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 02 Finally my excitement started to ebb. Mistress must have sensed that. She dismounted my face and violently pulled me off the dildo I had just molested. She spun me over onto my back. She then remounted my mouth dildo and started fucking herself again. She wasn't going slowly this time, however. It was obvious she wanted to finally get off. My head was being slammed onto the floor as she bounced up and down on it. She was howling in delight. Also although I couldn't see her, my imagination saw ever detail as she rubbed her clit in earnest and her tits bounced wildly. Finally with a scream, it was over and she settled down. At first, I just basked in the knowledge that I had helped her cum so well. Then I realized I couldn't breathe. At first I just remained still assuming she knew she was smothering me. After about 30 seconds, however, I was less accommodating and began to thrash beneath her. She didn't get the message immediately. She must have been in a deep post orgasmic haze. But finally she must have realized what was happening and she dismounted the dildo and then quickly removed it from my helmet. "Sorry about that, pet," she told me. "I got carried away." I opened my mouth to say, "no problem," but instead of speaking I got to lick her juices off the dildo. It was a treat considering just a little while ago I had to lick her juices off her soiled panties. This was much closer to the source and much more tasty. When she pulled the fake cock out of my mouth, I finally was able to speak. "That was amazing, Mistress," I told her. "May I taste your juice from the source?" "Not just yet," she told me. "You still have to prove yourself worthy. I was disappointed, of course. What else did I have to do to prove myself? But then she added, "but I have another tasty pussy tied up in the basement. She's probably ready to burst right now. You can eat her to orgasm if you like." "I want to eat you, Mistress," I said trying to hide my contempt for being told I wasn't good enough yet and being passed off on another. "I would please me Heather if you would do this for her. She's earned her release and she cums very hard. I might even let you get fucked again if you make me happy." Well that was the kind of offer I couldn't refuse. I gleefully followed Mistress Jacqui down the stairs to her "dungeon" as she called it. Granted it was difficult to follow her without my eyesight, but she was kind enough to guide me with a mix of leash play and pulling on my nipples. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the muffled sounds of somebody who was gagged. Apparently they had the benefit of their eyesight however because the sound was definitely in response to our arrival. Mistress Jacqui led me across the room. Her dungeon was quite spacious. I wish I could have seen how it was arranged, but that didn't really matter right then. When Mistress had me where she wanted me she told me to get on my knees. "The slave hanging before you has been very good lately. She deserves a reward. That reward is you. Get her off quickly and you'll get a prize." In my mind, I still wasn't very skilled at eating pussy or getting women off, but that didn't mean I wouldn't give the task my best shot. I leaned my head forward (I was careful to keep my hands behind me) and followed my nose to my goal. This woman definitely had a different smell to her than Mistress Jacqui. It wasn't bad, mind you, just different. With gusto I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as my hood would allow. Again I heard the woman mumble through her gag. I wish I could have made out what she was saying. Mistress Jacqui encouraged me and even gave me tips. Of course anything I learned here would help me the next time I was ordered to serve my Mistress so it was worth her effort to teach me the proper technique. The woman I was licking had a very juicy pussy from the moment I touched her. Mistress had said she had been primed and no doubt she was ready for any stimulation she could get. She was soon squirming as much as her bonds would allow her. I'd like to think it was because of me, but I guessed it was because Mistress had teased her before I arrived. I could tell she was going to come soon. I may not know much but I know when a pussy starts gushing, ultimate release is near. I wondered if Mistress would stop me just before the woman could cum. If it was me hanging there being pleasured, then stopping was obviously part of the plan. But maybe this woman had been with Mistress longer and received special favors. Mistress was definitely more forgiving with her, but she still told the woman to wait for permission. Mistress didn't give me specific orders to tease her. I was a bit envious that the woman got to cum so easily. I also did my best to lap up every juicy drop of her discharge without being told. I was trying to earn my fuck as Mistress had promised. Mistress let me lick the other slave for a couple of minutes after her orgasm subsided. At first I wondered if she was going to make me continue until the woman came again. But really she was just making sure her other slave stayed near her peak. "Slaves, I want you to put on a little show for me," Mistress said. When the other girl mumbled again through the gag I got worried. Apparently she knew what was going on. Should I have been worried? In hindsight I suppose I'm glad I didn't see the diabolical apparatus Mistress had in mind for us. I deduced that it was simple in its construction, but evil in its design. It could have just been fun, but no, that would be too simple for Mistress Jacqui and why just let two slaves have pleasure when you can have a contest. The rules were simple. First girl to orgasm loses. My opponent had just cum so I hoped she recovered quickly. I had cum not long before her, but I was definitely in my go zone where I could have another orgasm fairly quickly. (It's both a blessing and a curse) Mistress didn't give me long to wait before discovering exactly what was expected. The other girl could see what was going to happen so I guess that was why she was making noises of displeasure. Mistress told me to put my hands in front of me and then had me step over something. She then carefully positioned me until I felt a dildo pressing against my labia. "You are straddling my very special teeter-totter," she told me as I felt the dildo slip inside of me. As it went deeper I felt the bench part of the totter touch my thighs and then my ass. Then as the dildo buried itself to the base, I was lifted off the ground. Higher and higher I went until I felt the jarring of the other end hitting the floor. "Mount up slut," I heard Mistress tell the other girl. I felt the teeter-totter shake a bit. Then I felt myself lowering until we reached equilibrium with my feet touching the ground and the dildo concealed inside of me. "Here's the deal my little sub sluts," Mistress instructed us. "The two of you are going to bounce up and down. I'm videotaping this and your faces will be visible so give me a good show. First one to cum is the loser. The winner is going to get to punish the loser in any manner she sees fit. The punishment will also be taped. Any questions?" And then without waiting for an answer, "Good. You may begin." I felt my end of the teeter-totter rise up and soon my feet were off the ground again. As a result, not only was I impaled on the dildo but my clit came into contact with some kind of plastic nub that was also attached to the seat. As I scraped against it, I felt a shudder go through my body. I knew I wasn't going to last long in the game. My partner (I guess she was really my opponent) must have then pushed her legs against the floor because I started to go down. If she really wanted to win she could have just held me in the air and eventually that would have sent me over the edge. My body weight continued to press me onto the dildo until my feet hit the floor. Then I slowly lowered myself until the teeter-totter hit the floor. That gave me a little bounce as I fucked myself. But it also meant my opponent was all the way in the air. I knew what that would be doing to her so I didn't rush pushing myself back up. I let her dangle for just a few seconds like she had done to me. The dildo was no longer buried to its hilt inside of me since my legs were holding me up. Just the tip was inside of me. As I pushed up with my legs, however, I knew that would change quickly. I wasn't expecting how much of a rush the quick penetration would be, however. It took my breath away and when I reached the top and stimulated my clit again. The grunt that escaped my mouth was clearly audible. Back and forth we went. Each cycle brought me closer to orgasm and closer to the punishment of losing the contest. Because the other girl was gagged, I couldn't get a handle on how close she was to cumming. I could hear mews of pleasure from behind her gag, but without my sight, it was impossible to see if I had a chance of winning. We repeated our cycle of bouncing up and down tormenting each other. Each round my arousal got higher and higher. It wouldn't be long before I exploded. I wished I could see my partner, but if I did, the sight of her doing the same thing I was doing would have probably triggered my climax. Over and over. Up and down I went. Struggling. Fighting against my climax. I've got to hold back. I've got to win. It was so hard. I never wanted to cum so much in my life. Then she cheated. Well maybe she didn't since I didn't know the rules. But the last time she was down at the floor, she only came up about 6 inches and then she went back down and hit the floor hard. The result was two fold. First when she went up, my dildo came out just a bit, but when she stopped, I bottomed out on it again and hit my clit on the nub. That was bad enough, but when she hit the floor I bounced up just enough to make impaling myself again very stimulating. Then she did it again. And again. I begged Mistress to make her stop. I knew she was fucking herself as hard as she was fucking me, but that didn't matter. She was going to make me cum and that was the real problem. "OK, stop that," Mistress announced before telling us to both put our feet on the ground. "I should whip you for that," she further scolded my opponent. I felt a wave of pride wash over me. But that was short lived. I heard the sound of a large vibrator turning on. I thought Mistress was going to use it on herself or perhaps my opponent, but instead I felt the firm head of a Hitachi press against my clit. That was it. The fix was in. In an instant I was done. I didn't care that I lost the contest. I started cumming immediately. And I wasn't quiet about it. "Looks like we have a winner," announced Mistress Jacqui. "And that also means we have a loser." I felt the teeter-totter go up one final time. Of course I was shamelessly humping my dildo and rubbing my clit trying to prolong my orgasm. I felt the board shake, as the other woman must have been dismounting. Then I felt myself being lowered to the floor. I didn't have to be told to stand up. My legs were shaky, but I managed. Then Mistress addressed me again. "OK, Heather. Time for your punishment and then I'll send you home to think about what happened tonight." I didn't want the night to end. I certainly didn't want it to end with my punishment. But maybe Mistress was just joking and she had something pleasurable in mind for me. If only life were that easy. I was led several feet from where I we had been on the teeter-totter. I was sure Mistress had some other diabolical device waiting for me. My final test started easy enough. My ankles were cuffed and clipped to hooks on the floor meaning my legs were spread and I wasn't going to be closing them any time soon. I felt a warm hand rub across my pussy and heard the gagged woman grunt in appreciation. She was probably commenting on my wetness. She gave my clit a quick rub and even fingered me for about 10 seconds. While she was doing that, Mistress was busy cuffing my hands and then pulling them above my head on some kind of hoist system. I was pulled taught with just a very little wiggle room if I flexed my knees. I figured they were done with me. I'd probably get spanked, paddled or flogged. But I was wrong. Not about getting beaten, that was definitely in my future, but I was wrong that they were done binding me. I could hear Mistress fiddling with additional apparatus and I felt a rope touch my shoulder. I shivered in anticipation. Then I felt Mistress' tongue on my left nipple. It was already hard, but Mistress made sure my blood was flowing to make it extra sensitive. I probably should have guessed that her next move would be to attach nipple clamps, but I was still shocked at the pressure she applied. Still she wasn't done. I sensed her moving behind me. Then I felt a cool gel being spread against my anus. Again I shouldn't have been surprised, but somehow I figured my ass would be spared. The cool gel was soon joined by an even cooler metal plug. Thankfully it wasn't huge and my ass was able to stretch and accommodate it. Unlike other plugs I'd used, I could feel the handle of this plug was curved and followed the contours of my ass. Mistress gave it a tug to make sure it was seated properly and not going to come out until she wanted it out. I really wish I could have seen what she was doing. Next I felt the rope being taken off my shoulder and felt the plug dancing in my ass as Mistress was apparently tying the rope to the handle of the plug. I felt Mistress tug at the rope to test her tie and it held fast. It also pulled the plug up which was not a pleasant sensation. "This could get bad," I remember thinking. "Just relax," Mistress Jacqui told me as if she expected me to be able to remain calm. "I need to thread this rope through a pully on the ceiling. Give me a minute." I'm sure that minute turned into two. She then told me she had to make it just the right length. Again I felt it pulling on my butt plug. But that was nothing compared to when she attached a clip to the chain between my nipple clamps and then attached the clip to the other end of the rope. My nipple and ass were thus connected via a pulley on the ceiling. "As long as you keep your knees locked and don't squirm around too much, you'll be fine," she told me. I had no doubt that would be easier said than done. My tormentors left me for another couple of minutes to stand in darkness and think about my position. Of course my pussy was still leaking. It had not received the memo that I shouldn't be enjoying this. Then I heard a whoosh moments before feeling fire across my belly. "That is a cat-o-nine-tails," Mistress told me matter-of-factly. "Stings doesn't it," she said laughing. It wasn't the lash that hurt me so much as the fact that since I wasn't expecting it my natural reaction was to twist away and bend my knees. And you know the problem that caused. I quickly snapped back to attention standing as straight as I could. "Good girl," Mistress exclaimed. "You are a fast learner." I smiled behind the mask at her praise. "Now, I'm going to work on your back side while your friend works on your front. We'll meet somewhere in the middle." I gritted my teeth and waited. The second lash wasn't as bad as the first. Did she use less force or was I just mentally prepared? I'm not sure, but I held my ground and didn't scream. That was a victory in my mind. Then I felt a bare hand spank my ass. From there it was a free for all. My ass was spanked and then paddled. I'm sure it would be black and blue for a while and I would have trouble sitting. The cat was switched for a riding crop as she moved to hitting my thighs while a flogger found its home on my back. Of course that also hit my ass rope and that caused the plug to hop, but at least it didn't pull the nipple clamps too hard. I don't think any of my flesh from the shoulders down did not receive some kind of impact. The bottoms of my feet were protected and they didn't seem concerned with my arms. But everything else was fair game. My skin tingled as my nerve endings fired an assault on my senses. Mistress praised me for taking my punishment so well. I wanted to beg her to stop and beg her to get me off again, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to prove I could be a good slave to her and take whatever she could dish out. Of course that wasn't true. I'm sure she could have hurt me if she really wanted to. While these blows were painful, I knew they were not doing any permanent damage. I'm sure I would have welts and lash marks, plus we already talked about what my ass probably looked like, but in the end, that would heal quickly before I made another trip to Laughlin. One of the women took a moment to finger my pussy again. Then two fingers were pushed through the mouth hole so I could suck my own juices. I made sure to use a lot of suction showing how much I appreciated that little gift of pleasure. Then I heard the telltale buzz of the Hitachi again. This time the feeling was different though. Instead of the bulbous head against my pussy, the immense vibration was concentrated in a small round point. And of course, it was right on my clit. As I sure you figured, I almost jumped out of my skin. I also almost ripped my nipples off. I didn't care much about my ass at that point as the fire in my nipples raced through my body. "That wasn't very nice," I heard Mistress say to my teeter partner. "Do it right." Then I heard her address me. "I know you love the Hitachi. Have you ever tried the g-spot attachment?" I shook my head. All of a sudden the purpose behind the intense vibration became apparent. The small round nub was attached to the end of the Hitachi. As I felt nub and a short shaft being inserted into my very needy pussy it became clear that some kind of cap was attached to the head of the Hitachi. The vibrations were no longer concentrated on the outside of my pussy. They were still there but they were also inside of me. And based on what my Mistress had said, the end of the shaft would be right on my g-spot. I had tried to play with my special spot before without much luck. I'd always been fortunate to be able to cum from clitoral stimulation so I didn't give my g much thought. But now, bound and at their mercy with every nerve firing in my body, I didn't have a choice. My orgasm was fast building. Not quite as fast as on the teeter-totter, but fast nonetheless. The buzzing shaft was working overtime on the spongy tissue inside my pussy and the head of the Hitachi was doing its usual number on my clit. When Mistress tugged on my nipple chain I hardly noticed. Soon I was begging her for permission to cum. "I'll let you cum soon slut, but you have to do something for me." "Anything," I said between moans. "Just let me cum again." "I'm going to hit your ass with a cane. It will hurt unlike anything you have ever felt. I want you to hold out as long as you can. The more strokes you take before you orgasm, the prouder I will be of you. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Jacquie," I answered struggling not to cum. "Count along little girl," she told me before I heard the cane cut through the air. I can't really describe the intense pain I felt as stroke one contacted my ass. Mistress was careful to be just below the plug so the cane could impact both sides of my ass. I screamed and then yelled, "One!" But surprisingly, at least to me, as I screamed, my clit swelled against the Hitachi. Far from killing my arousal, it made it stronger. Was Mistress proud of me that I made it to four before I exploded? I don't know how many she expected me to withstand before fireworks burst across my visionless face. My screams of pleasure could have woken the dead. The pain from the cane morphed into pure pleasure as my body was consumed from the center out. The other woman held the Hitachi hard against me allowing me to ride it as a series of orgasms hit me in quick succession. My legs were unable to support me any longer and I was held up by my wrists and the rope holding my nipple clamps and butt plug. But the pain from both only served to drive me deeper into climax. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 02 It was a never-ending orgasm, or so it seemed. Eventually my body began to shut down from the mix of pain and pleasure. My breathing became labored and I felt like I might lose consciousness, although I don't think I did. I remember the Hitachi being pulled from my grateful pussy. I remember the fire in my nipples as the clamps were removed and I remember feeling empty when the plug was pulled out of my ass. I continued to hang by my wrists as I heard movement around me and perhaps toys and equipment being put away. Then I heard feet on the stairs going up and soon more feet coming down. My ankles were removed from their cuffs first. Then my hands were lowered. If I could have seen her I would have draped my arms over my Mistress and hugged her. But that was not to happen. I felt my leash being tugged down and understood that I was to get on my hands and knees once again. I followed the lead in total darkness back up the stairs and once again over the concrete patio where I had entered the house. I came in as a dog and I went out as a dog. The limo driver's deep voice told me again to relieve myself. No bowl this time though. This time when I pissed I wasn't concerned with the consequences. What a difference a couple of hours can make. I felt my stream splatter against my thigh, but I didn't care. The grass was cooler this time as I was led back to the limo. I didn't care if any neighbors might have seen me. I was Mistress Jacqui's slut now and she could use me as she saw fit. Once I was in the car my hands were cuffed behind my back and the driver then made sure I was seat belted in. I tried to thrust my loins toward him as he was bent over me working the buckle. If he wanted to stop out of Mistress' view and fuck me that was fine by me. But he was too well trained to fall for my offer. He didn't say a word as we drove through the night. I didn't bother trying to track the turns between Mistress' house and my own. I didn't even worry about how long it took so I could figure out a radius of where the house could be. I just sat naked and happy in the back of the car. My pussy satisfied, at least for now. When I got home he removed the hood. It felt strange not to be wearing it. Its feeling like a second skin had become my new reality. Later that night as I lay in bed reliving every moment since I left for the adult bookstore I frigged myself with a ferocity I'd never known before while masturbating. But my satisfaction brought by my own hands was nothing compared to the orgasms granted by Mistress Jacqui. I wasn't sure if I'd passed her test or whether tonight was some kind of initiation. But I knew she had awoken feelings in me which now could never be put away. I prayed she would take me into her service. I prayed my husband would understand. I prayed that she would call me the next day and give me another task. But most of all I dreamed of the day when the next orgasm she gave me made tonight's climaxes pale in comparison. I didn't know if that was possible. But if anybody could do it, it was Mistress Jacqui. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 03 The next morning I woke up sore, but feeling great. Mistress Jacqui had been rough with me. I would have preferred if we had more sex, but I couldn't deny the feelings she had awoken in me. I hoped there would be an email waiting for me with instructions to rush back to her arms, but there was not. I suppose I shouldn't have expected her to be emotionally lost without me the way I knew I'd feel without her. I knew she had many other slaves, both male and female to serve her and I was just another toy to her. But still, I thought maybe my being new would excite her. Oh well. Back to the usual grind I suppose. I made breakfast and showered. I checked my email again but there was nothing. I thought about email her and thanking her for last night, but I decided against it. I didn't want to look to needy or anxious. Instead I got dressed and headed to the gym. At first my workout was nothing special. As I exercised my mind was focused not on my activity but on Mistress Jacqui and what she had done to me. Then Toni arrived and I switched from lifting to our favorite bikes. They were the two on the end of the cardio room. Not exactly private for an intimate conversation, but a little more so than the machines in the middle of the room. I had a lot of questions for Toni. Hopefully the other people at the gym would all be plugged into their music players or phones and we could talk openly. Toni seemed to be walking gingerly as she approached me. She looked like she had injured herself. Maybe she pulled her hamstring or something. She gave me a hug as a greeting and then we got on the bikes. Riding, she didn't seem hurt as she set a brisk pace. She seemed very focused and not in the mood to talk. I tried to match her pace, but I was too worn out from the night before to keep up with her. I slowed down a bit, but kept riding. After a few minutes Toni turned her head to me. "You had better get in better shape if you want Mistress to keep you around. We were not up that late last night." She then turned her head forward and sped up a little. I was stunned. She had said "we" were not up that late. Immediately I realized that Toni had been the other woman in the playroom. I had so many questions for her, but as I said, she didn't seem in the mood to talk. Maybe she was mad at me about something. Did I do something wrong last night? Did I take time away from her with Mistress Jacqui and did that upset her? We finished working out and headed to the locker room. I was in the shower before her having decided not to linger and engage her in conversation. As usual at that time of the morning the showers were empty and the water was warm. It felt great to have the soothing water cascade over my sore body. Toni came in soon after me. She took the shower next to me. That was not unusual. I never told her that I liked having her standing naked next to me. I definitely got a voyeuristic thrill looking at her and now that we had been together, the attraction was even stronger. Although I had been blindfolded last night, I remember what her body felt like. Now I could examine her more closely and know what I had touched. I tried not to ogle her overtly, but I was definitely sneaking glances. It did not occur to me at the time that she was doing the same to me. She had seen me at my most vulnerable last night with nothing left to hide. I don't think seeing me in the shower meant as much to her. But maybe I was wrong. During one of my sneaky glances (which it turns out was not so sneaky) I saw Toni looking toward the locker room. Apparently she was satisfied that nobody else was coming into the showers because she moved closer to me and took my hands in hers. At first she just sensually touched my palms and our fingers intertwined. My heart started to race. I closed my eyes feeling again the excitement of the night before. My breathing slowed and deepened. I moved my head forward and puckered my lips in anticipation of kissing her passionately. But instead I felt my body being pushed backward and my arms being raised above my head. With a thud I hit the shower wall. The tile was cold to the touch compared to the warm water. My entire back felt like ice and I felt a shiver run through my body. With grace and skill Toni had left go of my fingers and was now pressing my wrists against the wall. She was holding them firmly and although I'm sure I could have broken free, I didn't want to get away from her. Although my back was cold, my front was hot. Not so much from the water but from the heat of her body pressing against mine. And then there was the kiss. Ever since she took my hands and I closed my eyes I had been imagining the most passionate kiss you can envision. Toni did not disappoint. Oh it wasn't the fiery dueling tongues mad capped French variety. It was a firm, yet somehow gentle, all encompassing kiss which melted me to the core. The feeling of her breasts mashing against mine, her hard nipples rubbing against mine own, and her pubic bone pressing against my pussy left me in an aroused state surrendering to her will. If she had not been holding me I'm sure I would have fallen to the shower floor. I felt her bring my wrist together so she could hold them both with one hand. Again I chose not to try to get away. I was hers. With her right hand free, I felt it slide tenderly down my cheek. Only now did I open my eyes to look at her. Her eyes were not the soft loving eyes I had expected. They were firm, boring through me with a fiery intensity I had not seen from her before. She drew a finger across my lips. I started to open my mouth assuming she wanted me to suck her finger but she didn't stop long enough. Her finger continued down my neck. I tilted my head up in an involuntary reflex. I tried to arch my back but was blocked by her body, which was still pressed against me. What a sight we must had been if anybody else was watching. If we'd been backlit we would have looked like an artistic adult movie. As her finger continued down she began to move away from me ever so slightly. Her finger went between my cleavage. At first I thought she was going to skip my breasts and continue to my pussy, not a bad plan in my book, but once her tender finger reached the bottom swell of my breast it curled around the underside. Then instead of a slow moving finger, her hand unfolded and she grabbed my left breast forcefully and squeezed. Not that I didn't enjoy her action, but she caught me off guard and I'm sure my face showed my surprise. With her palm cupping my breast and her nails digging into my sensitive flesh, her thumb began to rub back and forth over my nipple. I gasped as a lightning bolt shot through my body. As you can imagine, my breast was not her final destination. As soon as she had given me just enough pleasure through my nipple her hand continued down my body. As it ventured down my stomach she leaned in and kissed me again. She was more forceful this time, trying to bend me to her will, as if she would have any problem getting me to do anything she wanted. When she reached my pussy her two middle fingers slide easily inside of me leaving her thumb free to dance on my clit. She began to pull her lips away from my mouth. I pushed my head forward in an effort to continue the kiss, but it was in vain. A string of saliva hung in the air as she pulled way before the water of the shower washed it away. As she began to finger me in earnest I began to feel my knees begin to buckle. It was that moment when she began to speak. Or should I say strike. "Oh, that's what baby girl wants is it?" she taunted me rhetorically. I just moaned. "I've seen girls like you come and go. Mistress likes her new toys but they never last. I've lasted. Don't you forget it. I can make you cum as hard as she does if I want. And I can convince her to drop you from the rotation if you don't keep me happy." My mind was not really concentrating on her words as my body was totally focused on the pleasure her fingers was bringing me. "I understand Mistress Jacqui's need for fresh meat. And I love serving her with all my heart. But last night I didn't get my needs met and that has to change. So right now you are going to get down on your knees and eat my pussy. And you had better do it right because otherwise I'll take you back into the locker room and paddle that ass of yours raw. Do we understand each other?" I was still distracted by her fingers, but I heard enough of what she said to remember "knees" and "eat my pussy." I nodded. She released my wrists. "Then do it slut and do it well." In an instant our relationship changed. As my knees hit the warm tile floor of the shower and I saw her very aroused pussy in front of me I realized I now had two mistresses, although I didn't tell her that. I gingerly moved my head forward unsure of what style she wanted me to employ. I wasn't sure if she wanted nice and tender or hard and naughty. She made the decision by grabbing my hair and pulling me forcefully against her cunt. "Get in there bitch," I remember hearing her say. And get in there I did. I didn't think I was doing such a good job. She was basically just rubbing herself off on my face. But I was good with that. Whatever Toni wanted right then was good with me. Even when she spun around and pulled my face against her ass I was ok with whatever she chose. "Get your nose in there deep," she called out. "Then use your tongue," she exclaimed as she pulled my head up moving me where she wanted me. It was my first rim job but I based on her reaction I doubt it will be my last. I had both hand on her hips pulling her tightly against my face. Her hand was still intertwined in my hair pulling me tighter still against her backside. I couldn't tell but I imagined her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Then I heard a gasp. But it wasn't from Toni and it certainly wasn't from me. "What the fuck?" I heard a woman's voice exclaim. "You can't do that in here! I'm getting the manager." Then I heard Toni reply. "She's got a talented tongue. She'll be happy to service you in exchange for your silence." Although I'd been shared by Mistress Jacqui with the girl from the adult bookstore, that was the first time I felt like I was being pimped out. I peeked out from behind Toni's ass to look at the woman who interrupted us. She was not without her charms. She was a brunette, older like me, and in good shape. I guess eating her pussy wouldn't be a bad thing. But she wasn't interested. "Fuck you dyke!" she screamed at Toni. "I'll have you kicked out of this gym." With that she stormed off back into the locker room. I was nervous, but Toni didn't seem upset. She simply spun around again so my mouth was on her pussy. "It will take her a minute or two to get dressed then she has to find the manager. Hurry up and get me off." I was amazed that she still wanted sex. I was ready to get dressed myself and hightail it out of the gym. But I was in no position to argue. I pushed my tongue into her pussy. It was wetter than when I starting to tongue her ass. Between my analingous and being caught, Toni's arousal went into overdrive. I was confident I could get her off quickly. I quickly began alternating between licking the soft wet folded of her pussy and sucking on her hard, exposed clitoris. And I could tell my efforts were appreciated as her juices were flowing freely into my mouth. "Finger fuck me while you do that. Use both hands. Do my ass at the same time." If the manager returned with the other woman at that moment she would have a great view as my middle finger on my left hand pushed easily into Toni's ass. It was obvious anal play was something she did frequently because her rosebud opened right up for my invading finger. "I can barely feel that," she exclaimed. "Use two or three fingers babe," she called out to me. I added a second finger to her ass while with my right hand I sought out her pussy. Pulling my mouth back momentarily I pushed three fingers into her and began rubbing her clit much like she had done to me. I alternated using my thumb and my tongue on her clit and I must have been doing something right because she climaxed very quickly after I had begun my dual penetration. Toni didn't have the wild screaming orgasm I had hoped she would. Maybe she was more concerned about being caught than she led on. But she definitely came. I felt her ass clamp down on my fingers as did her pussy and the cutest whimper escaped her lips. I was happen with myself for getting her off as she grabbed both my wrists again and pulled my fingers out of her now satisfied holes. She then held both my hands under the water spray and rubbed them together cleaning off the evidence of our tryst. Then she pulled me to my feet. "Everyday when we work out you are going to get me off. It might be here at the gym or it might be at my house, but your job now includes making me orgasm. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now get dressed before the manager arrives. Deny everything. We'll be fine." I got the sense this wasn't the first time she'd been caught in this shower and wondered how many other women she had recruited for Mistress Jacqui. I couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked out of the shower. I'd never licked someone's asshole before and was glad she had basically forced me to for my first time. But I had to admit to myself I did enjoy her dominating me in the shower. I don't think I'd want her as my full time mistress. Mistress Jacqui was still my preference as far as that went, but I could hardly complain about what we just did. I was still sitting on the shower floor daydreaming about pleasuring Toni when the manager walked into the shower area with the woman who caught us. "She's the one," the woman said pointing toward me. "The other one must be by the lockers." The manager looked at me. I'm sure I looked guilty. "Please come to my office after you dress," she said calmly. Then she turned to walk back to the lockers. I quickly stood up and followed them. I didn't bother to wrap my towel around my body. They had both seen me naked already and if Toni and I somehow offended the woman who busted us, I wanted to make her as uncomfortable as I could. I also wanted to see them confront Toni. By the time I reached them Toni was already dressed and in full denial mode. The woman who caught us was incredulous. The manager was smiling. She told the woman that since there was no evidence that Toni did anything her hands were tied. The woman stormed off in a huff and then Toni and the manager walked out of the locker room. I started getting dressed. I assumed from the manager's smile that she knew Toni and that she wasn't really going to kick me out of the gym. But I was still nervous as I walked out of the locker room. I saw Toni standing by the juice bar and walked up to her. She handed me a smoothie. "Don't worry about Kim. She's cool. She'll just tell you to knock it off in the locker room." That made me feel a little better. I really liked this gym and I didn't want to have to find a new one. I found her office and knocked on the door. It opened quickly and the woman waved her hand bidding me entrance to the small room. There was a desk with two chairs on one side and a single larger chair on the other. Besides a couple of exercised themed posters and the PC, the office was sparsely furnished. "May I have your gym card," were the first words she spoke and I handed it over. Maybe Toni was wrong I began to think. The woman slid my card through a mag strip reader and my account appeared on the screen. "Looks like you are quite a regular, Heather," she said. I hate to lose a loyal member, but I can't have you and Toni fucking in the shower." I started to protest but she waved her hand. "Look, I don't care if you are gay or what you do in your private life," she said. Again I started to protest and told her that I was married. "OK, so you are bi. As I said, your private business is your private business. But this gym is my business. You want to fuck Toni after your workout, that is fine, but don't do it in public. I don't like being a pain in everybody's ass, but I've warned her before. If it happens again, I'm going to have to take action." I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I didn't realize it but I was looking down at the time in my submissive pose. I don't know if Kim picked up on that or not, but she stood and walked around her desk where I was sitting. In the cramped office she was very close to me. She was wearing workout shorts and a tank top, although she obviously had not been sweating since her last shower. In fact I caught a whiff of her intoxicating perfume. Kim sat on the edge of her desk right in front of me. There really wasn't space for her to cross her legs so she sat with them slightly apart. My eyes were naturally drawn to her strong thighs and her shorts. Then she spread her legs. Her shorts were pulled tight across her crotch. "I see from your entry records you like to work out early. And I see from your eyes, your husband doesn't really hold your interest any more. I think you need a sexual release before you begin your workout so that you and Toni can keep your hands off each other. That really would be the best solution to our problem." Again I couldn't really speak and could only nod. "I know the kind of women Toni likes. She liked girl who can take orders. They also have to be skilled at eating pussy. So right now you are going to prove me right on both counts. You are going to remove my shorts and make me cum. If you are good, I'll let you do this every time you come to the gym before your workout. Do you understand." I nodded my head and raised my hands to her legs. I ran my hands up each of her legs until I reached the waistband of her shorts. She helped by sliding her butt off the edge of the desk holding herself aloft by her hands. After her shorts cleared the edge of the desk she sat back down. Kim didn't grab my hair and was in no way forceful. She was happy to just sit back and let me lick her. When I tried to finger her she pushed my hand away and told me no. She wanted to be brought off with just my mouth. I probably took 15 minutes to make her cum. She even took a couple of phone calls although she didn't have me stop. She was quiet. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job for her. In fact I had no warning before her body suddenly stiffened. Even when she came she barely made a sound. I was actually a bit disappointed. I wanted some kind of feedback. She told me I was good and thanked me, but I felt empty emotionally when I was done. She said if I wanted to masturbate I could use the room and even confessed that she had a vibe in her drawer I could borrow. But I really just wanted to get out of there so I declined. "Don't forget, Heather. You're on probation at this gym. I expect to see you in this office before you start to work out." "I will not forget, Kim," I told her and walked out of the office. I expected to see Toni waiting for me since I was sure she knew what had happened, but she was gone. I drove home thinking about what had happened. I'd pleasured two women at the gym without being served myself. But in a weird way I felt OK with that. Mistress Jacqui certainly used me for her pleasure more than my own and Toni and Kim did the same. I had been aroused in the shower and in Kim's office and my pussy was still wet when I got home. Fortunately Mistress Jacqui was online and allowed me to cam my masturbation so she could watch and instruct me. She teased me for a long time denying me permission to cum, but when I finally came it was way better than either Kim or Toni could have done for me. Mistress Jacqui told me to keep Thursday night free for my next task. I thanked her for the orgasm and told her I would keep my schedule clear. The next day I went to the gym again. After I changed into my workout clothes I went to Kim's office. Again she let me in quickly. The computer must have notified her that I had checked in, as she appeared to have been expecting me. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 03 "I have a conference call starting in 5 minutes. Crawl under my desk," was all she said. I did as she instructed. This time she didn't have me pull off her shorts but simply pulled aside the crotch exposing an already wet pussy. I wonder if she was playing with herself before I got there. I went to work licking her the same way I did the day before. A few minutes later I heard her dial into the conference call. The gym was part of a chain and I guess the managers got together to talk. I was amazed at her ability to carry on business while I was hedonistically pleasuring her. Then the door opened. I recognized the voice as the girl from the front desk. She asked some inane question and Kim answered them without missing a beat. Only after the door closed did I realize my feet must be visible from the other side of the desk. The girl at the front desk was very young. I think she was a student at the local community college although she looked younger. I wondered if she saw me come into the office and didn't see me leave. "Great," I thought. "Another person at the gym knows I like to suck pussy." But Kim wasn't done with me yet so I continued doing by best to bring her off. Eventually I did, but again she came almost silently. That was really starting to bug me. I thought about how Mistress Jacqui could cure her of that affliction. When she was done she moved so I could crawl out from under the desk. "Have a good workout, Heather," she told me. "And keep your hands off Toni if she shows up. "Yes, Mam," I replied, for the first time being able to form a complete sentence around her. I left her office. The girl at the desk gave me a knowing smile. I realized I had not wiped Kim's juices from my face. I had become accustomed to wearing the rewards of my work and forgot for a minute that I was in public. Looking at her I wondered if she would make a play for me as well. I went out into the gym to look for Toni, but I didn't find her. I wasn't sure if she just had not arrived yet or if she was trying to avoid me. It turned out she was just running late. Our workout was 100% normal in that we worked out hard, talked a bit about sex but didn't talk about what happened in the shower and she never asked me about what happened in Kim's office. After we were done and in the shower I kind of expected her to pin me against the wall again. Toni was looking at me with lust again the way she had yesterday. I was tempted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her passionately, but she took the lead yesterday and since it was in my nature to follow, I figured I'd let her direct the action, if any. As it turned out she had a plan, but it didn't involve another public performance. Just before we finished our shower she did embrace me, although there was no kiss. She told me I was to follow her home where "we wouldn't be interrupted." That sounded good to me. After dressing we were walking out together when Kim saw us and called Toni into her office. I figured I might be waiting a while so I started chatting up the girl at the reception desk. I wanted to see if she would mention seeing my feet under Kim's desk, but she didn't. She seemed reluctant to say anything except small talk. Toni was only in Kim's office a couple of minutes, but when she came back out both of them looked at me and smiled. I was sure I was the topic of their conversation. But neither mentioned it and I followed Toni out to head to her place. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect at Toni's house. Did she have a wild BDSM party planned for me or was she just going to use me to get herself off like she had in the shower. As it turned out, much to my disappointment, she just wanted me to get her off. She stripped out of her pants and panties and sat down on the couch. She didn't give me a specific command, she just pointed to the floor in front of her. I knew what she wanted and got down on my knees between her legs. I wish she had restrained me or given me some kind of stimulation, but she was content to just have me munch away on her pussy. I did put my arms behind my back to simulate her having bound me, but it wasn't the same. I managed to make her climax fairly quickly (I was getting better at eating pussy) but apart of a curt "thank you" she didn't give me any feedback. She just told me to leave and walked out of the room. I felt more used than I had before when performing all manner of perverted tasks for Mistress Jacqui. Toni gave me no reciprocal pleasure and simply used me to get off. The next couple of days at the gym followed a similar pattern. I had to make Kim cum in her office and then I would dutifully follow Toni home and pleasure her, but neither showed an interest in making me cum. Both seemed content to being pillow princesses. Each day, though, when I left Toni's I would drive straight home and masturbate. With the thoughts of submitting to both women without the promise of reciprocity fresh in my head, I always got off quickly. Mistress Jacqui was on line one day so I could broadcast my slutty behavior to her, but the other days I just performed for myself. She did give me another exhibition task on Thursday (I had to show myself off at a seedy bar on Industrial Avenue) but even that felt stale. After a couple of weeks it started to become a very unfulfilling existence. I needed an exciting task from Mistress Jacqui. Fortunately for me, she provided one. I had just finished a hot and steamy phone sex session with Mistress Jacqui. I was laying in my backyard by the pool. My tiny bikini that I had been wearing had been shed long ago. It was late afternoon so my body was dripping in sweat and the afterglow of a massive climax. I wanted to jump into the pool to cool off, but my body was still recovering and I could not peal myself off the chaise lounge. Mistress Jacqui had me wearing a Bluetooth headset so I would have both my hands free as she directed me how to tease my pussy, clit, nipples and ass for at least a half an hour before letting me cum. Without the aid of my usual vibrating toys, it always takes me longer to orgasm, but the last ten minutes or so were blissful agony as I struggled not to climax until she gave me permission. Although I was nervous about being outside in the beginning (my yard is not the most private place) by the end I would have walked out to the street in front of my house if she ordered it to get the release by body craved. Finally my body calmed down and I was able to jump in the refreshing water to cool off. I didn't stay in the pool long figuring I'd take a quick nap. I picked up my bikini but didn't bother putting it on. I just walked to my back door. I did look around to see if any neighbors were watching, but didn't see anybody. I had one young couple who lived next door. She was a real cutie and I wouldn't mind fucking her. On the other side was an older couple that I had no sexual interest in. They were retired so if anybody saw me it was probably them. I smiled to myself thinking about the old guy yanking his cock trying to get a rise out of it while he watched me masturbate. I slipped beneath my silk sheets and was sleep almost immediately. Although I figured I'd only be grabbing a quick nap, apparently my body needed the rest because when I woke it was dark already. I woke with a jolt. I also noticed my right hand was between my legs and my pussy and fingers were wet. I didn't remember what I had dreamed about, but apparently it was good. I was glad I woke when I did because there was a message from Mistress Jacqui waiting for me and she had a new task for me to complete. To say just seeing the title of the email (it simply said 'Task') made me excited was an understatement. The instructions were more detailed that her previous tasks. I was to dress "sexy." She went on to say she meant not slutty, but more refined and elegant. However, my skirt was to be very short, I was to wear thigh high stockings and heels. I was to wear a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to show an expanse of cleavage with a demi cup push up bra to accentuate my positives. So far I liked my new task. The second part wasn't quite so nice. I kind of expected her to tell me to go walk Freemont Street again or maybe strut up and down the strip. Instead she told me to go to the Bellagio. Now I understood why she wanted me to dress more elegantly. The next part of my task was to go to a specific bar she chose. I'd been there before and remembered it had many small pub height tables each with just two chairs. I was to sit on the chair and cross my legs. Oh, did I mention she commanded me not to wear underwear? Immediately I understood her plan was that I would hold my legs in a manner to expose myself if anyone happened to notice. Her instructions continued that I was to wear my remote control vibrating egg. When I sat down I was to set it on random. This particular unit had a small remote that looked like the unlock remote for a car, but with 4 buttons instead of two. I was to leave my keys on the table with the remote in plain sight. She didn't say it, but I assumed she hoped somebody would recognize what the remote controlled. I wondered if she intended for me to just tease myself, but her instructions made that clear as well. I was to allow myself to get picked up. This made my blood run cold. Throughout my time with Mistress Jacqui I had managed not to directly cheat on my husband. I didn't consider being with another woman cheating, but if I went through with my task that was going to change tonight. She finished by saying I was to pick someone who would understand my motivations, was willing to dominate me, that I should bring toys (she suggested bringing cuffs at a minimum but I knew I would bring a bagful) and that she wanted a picture of my partner. She didn't say it, but I knew if I refused, I wouldn't have any additional contact with her ever again. I wasn't willing to risk that outcome. I began to get dressed. Looking at my watch I realized it was 9pm. By the time I got there it would be 10 or later. Not that the time was a problem, mind you. Even on a Thursday night the joint would be jumping, as they say. I dressed as she ordered and hopped in my car. My biggest concern was being recognized. We had friends who worked at the Bellagio, but hopefully they would either be off tonight or would not run into me. I felt like a complete slut swinging my legs out of the car as the valet held my door. As my legs spread I could feel the cool night air blow across my pussy. I was already dripping in anticipation from the drive over and I wanted to just grab the valet and fuck him on the spot. He smiled as he looked down at my long exposed legs. The slit in my skirt had allowed it to open up as I pivoted. I'm not sure that he saw my pussy, but I didn't really care if he had. I almost asked what time he finished working, but I knew that wasn't Mistress' plan. I just smiled back at him and walked into the casino. I felt his eyes following my ass. I had not put the egg in yet. As wet as I was I doubted I could have held it in while I walked. I'm sure that was part of Mistress' plan to humiliate me. I knew security had scanners to detect electronic devices, and while a vibrating egg wasn't illegal in a casino, being searched certainly would have been humiliating. I walked through the casino feeling naughtier with every step. Along the way I saw plenty of gorgeous young women with old guys throwing away thousands at the tables. I remembered a game called "niece / no niece" that my husband taught me. The idea was to people watch and try to figure out which couples were real (no niece) and which couples were together because the guy was wealthy and powerful or the girl was a gold digger (niece). Of course tonight I was a niece, although my motivation wasn't money but the power my Mistress held over me. I found the bar Mistress had required. It was near the poker room and not far from the blackjack tables. I began to wonder if one of the rich guys with the arm candy might try to pick me up for a three-way. I had not considered that possibility. It made my pussy gush a little more. At least if I had another women with me, I could enjoy her while the man did what he had to do. I looked around and spotted a bathroom. I hurried to it and went into a stall. I quickly peed and then pulled the vibrating egg out of my oversized purse containing a wide variety of toys, just in case. I took a deep breath and slid it into my hungry pussy. It went in easily. Too easily. I really began to worry that I wouldn't be able to hold it in without panties. I pressed the remote and the egg sprung to life. Then I cycled through the modes until the LED next to R (for random) was lit. It was time. Author's Note: I know this was a short chapter and will disappoint some of my readers who like my chapters longer. Stopping here was necessary because the next chapter will be in the celebrity section and combining both parts into one chapter wasn't practical. Stay tuned to find out who Heather meets. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 04 Chapters 1-3 have been published in the Lesbian category. If you are new to this story, I recommend reading them before reading this chapter. I gingerly walked out of the ladies' room praying the egg wouldn't turn on until I reached the bar stool. I scanned the bar area and didn't see anybody I thought of as a prospective partner. Although I was nervous about being recognized, I didn't just want to grab the first guy and take him upstairs. Mistress Jacqui had been very specific in her instructions to choose somebody who at least understood the scene, although finding someone who was into the scene certainly would be better. I sat at one of the small tables. The pub height chair meant when I crossed my legs they would be at waist level for anybody walking by. The short skirt meant plenty of my stocking covered legs were exposed. I began to worry that I looked like a prostitute as the table I chose conveniently would be visible from most positions in the bar. While Vegas is a wild, open town, prostitution is still illegal in Clark County and I knew the casinos did not support working girls hanging out at the bars. Just then the egg sprung to life causing me to gasp. Any thought of being hassled for being there disappeared. I squeezed my thighs together to make sure the egg wouldn't squirt out and felt some of my juices leaking out of my pussy and running down my thighs. I strained not to react, but I'm sure if someone was watching they would know something was amiss. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. I knew the egg would turn off soon as it was programmed to stay on only for between 30 seconds and a minute. Unfortunately this time it was closer to a minute. I could feel an orgasm beginning to build and I was afraid I would cum sitting on the stool, but then it turned off. My mouth unclenched, I breathed a sigh of relief and I opened my eyes. I took a quick scan around the bar and nobody seemed to notice. Nobody noticed except perhaps a woman sitting on the other side of the bar who was staring at me. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She had dark hair and was wearing big, dark sunglasses. She was wearing a dress showing off an ample chest and appeared to be in her 40s. Because of the position of the bar, I couldn't see her body below her breasts, but immediately I was attracted to her. I figured she could only see my face and chest as well and wondered what my facial contortions must have looked like to her. A waitress appeared and took my order for white wine. If she had noticed me buzzing myself, she didn't say anything. Before she returned I remembered to put my key chain with the remote onto the table in plain sight. When the waitress placed my glass next to my keys, I tried to gauge the look in her eyes to see if she noticed or knew what it controlled. If she did, she gave no indication. I look back at the exotic brunette across the bar. She had diverted her attention from me and was talking to a much younger blonde. I caught both looking my way briefly and then turning back to each other. The older brunette was drinking wine like me while the blonde had a mixed drink of some kind. She drank it quickly and then walked back to the poker room. Then the egg turned on again. Again I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth. Thankfully this time it was on a shorter length of time. But that did little to quench my arousal. Again I felt an orgasm building and I resigned myself to eventually cumming on this stool and the embarrassment that would bring. Of course the thought also turned me on more making it inevitable that it would be a self-fulfilling prophesy. When I opened my eyes this time the brunette was not watching. Now she was sitting with a guy at her table. He seemed familiar too. He was wearing sunglasses like she was, but also a gray hoodie. That seemed out of place given our surroundings. He was about her age and was drinking a beer. He also basically slammed it like the blonde before him and then walked back to the poker room. Then I figured out who he was. He was Phil Locke, nicknamed the Unibomber, for his habit of pulling his hoodie tight around his face while playing poker. If I was right, that meant the brunette was actress Jennifer Tilly. I didn't know much about the poker world, but my husband made me watch on TV enough to know they were the celebrity couple of the poker world. I didn't recognize the blonde, but she must be a player too and was obviously friends with Jennifer. I was actually excited at the prospect of meeting Tilly. I had enjoyed her movies and knew she had won a World Series of Poker bracelet. I remember as a young woman seeing her in Let It Ride. Even though I wasn't bisexual back then (or at least I didn't realize it yet) I remember thinking the little red dress she squeezed into was incredibly hot. It must have been a precursor to my love of large breasts as I remember all these years later seeing her tits spill out the top of that dress throughout the movie. And here she was. She had gained weight through the years, but she was still hot. Just then another glass of wine arrived at my table. I had not ordered it. The waitress said it was with the complements of two guys sitting at the other end of the bar. Just looking at them I could tell they thought I was a hooker. Then the damn egg turned on again. I involuntarily shut my eyes. I knew they were watching, but the buzzing sensation in my pussy was ruling my subconscious and there was no way I could hide my emotions. When I finally regained my faculties I noticed them laughing a bit in my direction. I also noticed Jennifer staring at me intently. I wanted to approach her, but I was too scared the egg would slide out of my pussy. The guys came over and I politely thanked them for the drink but then brushed them off saying I was waiting for someone. That scene repeated itself a couple of times. I didn't get a Dom vibe from any of the men who approached me. Nobody was talking to Jennifer. I wondered if they were intimidated by her or just enjoying my exhibitionism more. After four glasses of wine I was feeling tipsy and had to tell the waitress not to bring me any more. I was starting to feel like I might not find my Dom in shining armor here tonight. I could lie to Mistress Jacqui and make up a story, but somehow I knew she had a spy watching me and would know I was lying to her. I watched the waitress tell a couple of other guys I didn't want another drink. Another 10 minutes passed. I was ready to give up and admit I had failed. Then the damn egg turned on again. This time it stayed on for the full minute although it seemed longer. I was struggling not to orgasm and with my eyes tightly shut I imagined the entire bar was watching me. Finally it stopped and I opened my eyes. I was shocked to see an expanse of firm thighs and the bottom hem of a short dress fill my field of vision. As I scanned upward I saw a pair of magnificent breasts, intoxicating cleavage and a smiling Hollywood actress turned poker professional standing in front of me. She had two glasses of wine. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked. Her voice was sultry like it had been in Bound. It was much more appealing than her tinny "bimbo" voice from Let It Ride. I just nodded. I couldn't speak. She gracefully pulled the chair out and swung her butt up onto the padded seat. Unfortunately the table blocked my view of her legs swinging up underneath it. Finally I was able to steady myself. I held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Heather," I said trying not to sound nervous. She took my hand in hers. "I'm Jennifer," she said. I noticed she didn't release my hand immediately but turned it to look at my wedding ring. "I know who you are," I told her. "I've been a fan of you for a long time." It seemed like she was upset that I said "a long time." Maybe she thought that made her sound old. I decided to change the subject. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Was that Phil who came over before? Were you playing poker?" She told me there was a big multiday tournament going on but that she got bounced early in the first round. I could tell she was upset about it. Just then the egg turned on. Damn random setting. When I opened my eyes again about 40 seconds later, she was staring intently at me. "Do you mind if I ask what that was all about? I noticed you drifting off a couple times from across the bar." My face instantly blushed. I knew she had noticed before, but having her call me out on it while she was sitting in front of me was the most embarrassing feeling in the world. I tried to think of some kind of nifty lie, but I couldn't. So I just told her the truth. Well at least some of the truth. "I'm wearing a vibrating egg. It's set to go on at random times," I told her trying to sound proud and not like some kind of freak. She looked at me in disbelief. "Really?" she asked. "Really," I replied. Then I looked down at my keys subconsciously trying to let her make the connection. She continued to just look into my eyes. Even without the egg buzzing I was squirming. I had to get her into my bed. I didn't know if she qualified for Mistress' instruction about getting picked up by someone who could dominate me. I knew in my heart, Jennifer could. I would do anything she asked. But was she into being a real domme? I decided it didn't matter. If she just wanted straight sex that was fine and I could find somebody else later to fulfill my task. Then I had the horrifying thought that maybe she wasn't bi. After all, she did have a good looking boyfriend. No, the way she was looking at me was far from innocent. She wanted me. At least that was what my mind led me to believe. Without waiting for her to speak again, I casually let it slip that "my Mistress ordered me to sit here and buzz myself." I noticed she perked up a bit. "Your Mistress?" she questioned. I nodded. "Is she here now?" she asked. I shook my head. "I don't think so. I have not seen her." Jennifer quickly finished one of the glasses of wine she brought with her and then offered the other to me. I declined. She started sipping it and waved at the waitress to bring two more glasses of wine. I guess she needed some liquid courage when she remarked, "I always wondered what it would be like to have a Mistress." It was a topic I was happy to discuss, but I wanted to swing the conversation around to having her be in charge. I didn't even care about my task any more. I wanted to bury my face in her cleavage and then between her legs. "I'll tell you what it's like to serve a beautiful Mistress," I offered, "but first you have to do something for me," I told her. I figured this was my best time to try to seduce her so what did I have to lose. She looked a little skeptical. I'm sure she had fans that were pains in the ass (not in the good way) and probably worried a bit about me. "What do you want?" she asked. I slid my keys over to her. "That remote is for the egg. Switch it off random. You can control it instead." She looked at me at first like I was crazy, then she smiled. "OK," she said. "I'm game." She picked up my keys and examined the remote. "Now that I have your keys you can't leave either," she said. I had not thought of that, but she was right. "Now tell me about this Mistress of yours." I started to tell her my story. Almost immediately she pressed the button on the remote and my egg sprung to life. I jumped and she turned it off. Then she smiled again. She seemed to revel in the fact that she could distract me at any moment with a touch of her finger. I was struggling to get through my story as she was turning the egg on and off with a maddening frequency. "If you're not careful I'm going to cum," I told her. "Isn't that what you want?" she asked in an almost innocent tone. Without thinking I blurted out, "I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me." The egg turned off and she stared at me again. "Really?" she asked. I nodded. The egg turned back on. "Is that what your Mistress told you to do? To pick up a woman at the bar?" I was squirming on my stool. I shook my head. "Not a woman," I said. "I mean, a woman would be fine. Specifically someone who would dominate me. I'd rather it be a woman, though." She left the egg on while she was thinking. "I'm not sure I'd be good for you," she finally said in a whisper barely audible over the din of the casino. "I've never played your game before," she said as my heart sank. "But I've thought about it a lot. But I think I'm a sub too." She started telling me how she had always been straight until she filmed Bound with Gina Gershon. She said the first scene they filmed when they kissed opened her eyes. She then said, "To tell you a secret. When we filmed the seduction scene where I put her finger under my dress, I didn't wear underwear during the filming. I had during rehearsals, but when it came time to shoot, I surprised her and went commando. I was really as wet as Violet's character." "Did Gina like it?" I asked her as I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Yes she did," Jennifer confessed. "She really began to finger me and I was as close to cumming as I looked in the final edit. If the director hadn't yelled cut, I would have cum on set. I think he knew we were doing it for real which is why he cut the scene short. I felt about the same as you do now." Again I just nodded at her. I couldn't speak. The egg and her story had me teetering on the edge. She looked at me and then looked at the controller. Then she shut down the egg. I breathed a mixed sigh of relief and resentment. "That is kind of fun having this control," she commented. "Please let me cum," I begged her figuring if she got a taste of the Domme role she might switch. She looked at her watch and then looked around. "I need to check on something. What's the range on this remote?" "I told her I wasn't sure. 25 or 30 feet I guess," I told her. She pointed to a secure elevator bank. "I'll be gone a couple of minutes. If I want you to come upstairs, I'll turn on the egg. Meet me at the elevators. We'll need my swipe card to get past security. Otherwise I'll make sure your keys at sent to the front desk." And with that she walked away. I got a better look at her legs and ass as she headed toward the poker room. Oh God how I wanted the egg to turn back on. I looked at my watch and started counting down the time. One minute passed. Then two and then three. I thought she had decided against fucking me. At five minutes I was despondent and ready to give up. I'd failed and I would have to face Mistress Jacqui's wrath, although I'd have a good story to tell. Just then the vibe turned on. A warm sense of relief washed over me. Or was that arousal. No matter, I stood up, left $20 on the table for the waitress and slowly started walking toward the elevator. I say slowly because I was still a bit buzzed from the wine and of course, I still had my ever-present fear of losing the egg. Jennifer was standing next to the security guard. He eyed me up and down as I approached. She took my hand and led me to the bank of elevators. "Tatjana and Phil are both going to survive the night if they don't do anything stupid. That gives us at least an hour before they call the break." I knew who Phil was, but Tatjana was a name I didn't recognize. I asked who that was, but just then the elevator opened and she ushered me inside. Instead of answering she pinned me up against the wall and kissed me passionately. Then she pulled back and it the button for the second to the top floor. Then she turned back to me. "Is that the kind of kiss your mistress gives you?" she asked before forcing herself against me again. Before I could respond her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were on my breasts. She was mauling me like she had to get her feel in because I was going to run away. That was the last thing on my mind right then. "That's how I wanted Gina to kiss me in the movie but she wouldn't do it. I'm sure the guys would have supported it." I realized she was trying to domme me from the bottom. She was showing me what she wanted someone to do to her. I felt her hand going under my skirt. I wondered if she would be as surprised that I was pantyless as Gina was surprised during the movie shoot. She didn't comment about how wet and available I was, but she did begin to rub my clit. That was just the stimulation I needed since she had not turned the egg off yet. Almost instantly I was at peak. True to my training, though I held back long enough to say "Mistress, please may your slut cum?" She didn't say anything, but as the elevator binged that we'd arrived at our floor, she spun me around so she was pressed against my back. I heard the door open as she popped the buttons on my blouse exposing my bra. Her other hand was back under my skirt. She fiercely grabbed my left breast and started rubbing my clit again. "Cum for me slut!" she screamed getting into the role. And cum I did. I heard the door opening, but it didn't matter. If someone was there, so be it. Jennifer had a much bigger reputation to defend than I did, so I didn't care. I began to convulse on her fingers. I felt her drop my breasts and grab my hair. She tugged my head backward. "Look up at the security camera," she said forcefully, "Time to immortalize yourself." That was the last thing I wanted, but it didn't matter. I was too far-gone to do anything but moan when she pulled my head back. "You are such a slut," she cooed into my ear. "God, I love it. I wish I was so free." I was still shaking riding her finger to worry much about what she said. I heard the door try to close, but it opened again. She must have blocked with her leg. It happened several additional times as I started to come down from my orgasmic high. Then the control panel started to buzz. I guess after a few times trying to close it signals an alert. I stood up straight and pulled her hand away from my pussy. Thankfully she let go of my hair and I turned and pushed her out of the elevator. As the doors closed she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off my juices. "You taste divine," she told me. "Take me to your room and I'll let you drink from the source," I replied. "Can I do it here?" she asked. I was starting to feel the thrill of being in charge. She'd finger banged me, but I could tell being in charge really wasn't what she craved. I looked up and saw the security camera. After what she had done to me in the elevator, I probably should have just had her drop to my knees and worship my pussy, but I didn't want her on camera doing that. I hooked my finger onto her dress between her cleavage and pulled her toward the hallway. She scampered behind me. I looked up and down the next hall and then turned left. "My room is the other way," she said. I didn't respond but pulled her into the icemaker alcove. I looked and there was no security camera in that section. I reached back and unzipped my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor I told her to get on her knees. And that dear readers is how an Academy Award Nominee found her place on her knees in a hallway at the Bellagio eating my pussy. I grabbed her head the way she had done to me and then I reached down and pulled her magnificent right breast free from its lacy enclosure. She was going to town on my pussy and to nobody's surprise, at least not to my surprise, the egg finally slid out. I hoped she would suck it into her mouth, but she didn't. It hit the floor and made an obscene buzzing sound that didn't slow her down in the least. I was starting to get worried that we would get caught and was trying to get her to stop so we could go to her room, but she was having none of that. She wanted me to cum again. Fortunately once I cum one it doesn't take me long to cum again. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough and a young couple walked passed us in the hallway, presumable heading toward the elevators and the casino floor. They stopped for a moment, startled I'm sure at the lesbian action happening out in the open. The girl gasped when she realized what was happening. The guy smiled and I could tell he started to get hard. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," he said thinking he was clever. His girl hit him across the stomach. "Don't get any ideas," she told him and then they walked away. I'm pretty sure they didn't recognize the mass of black hair between my legs as Jennifer Tilly. But I figured it was better not to take chances. I pulled her back to her feet. How far is the room?" I asked. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 04 "End of the hall the other way," she replied. "Help me get my skirt back on," I told her. She did, although she gave my ass a nice kiss before zipping it up. My blouse was still sans buttons thanks to her elevator grab, but at least my pussy was secured. I turned off the egg and picked it up. We walked down to her room. We didn't pass anybody else. Inside the suite was spacious. There appeared to be two bedrooms, which I asked about. I wondered if one was just for sex. Jennifer was proving to be a hellcat and I doubted I was the first person she had picked up in a bar. "Oh, Phil and I share that one," she said pointing to what looked like a master suite, "and Tatjana takes the other one." There was that name again. "Who is Tatjana," I asked. "You saw her earlier," Jennifer said. "Tatjana Pasalic. She was the blonde who stopped by for a drink. "What's her story? Are you a couple?" I asked. I certainly didn't care if they were a couple. Actually it would be pretty hot if they were. But I wanted to know if any jealous lovers were likely to burst in on us. "We've hooked up a couple of times, but it's not serious. We share a suite on the road to cut costs," she explained. I wanted to explain it was probably much cheaper to rent two regular rooms than to split this huge suite, but that wasn't for me to worry about. I got a sense there was more to the story so I pressed her a bit. "Ok, here's the deal," she continued. "I get to fuck her when we're both in the mood. But Phil only gets to fuck her if I'm there and participating. I don't want to give him the impression he can fuck any piece of tail on the road." "But it's OK for you to fuck her without him?" I said trying not to sound judgmental. She winked at me. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him." "Why did you pick her?" I asked. "You could have anyone you want." Jennifer laughed. "Maybe 20 years ago you would have been right. Now it's tougher." "Really, why her? Is she good in bed?" "The truth," Jennifer began to confess, "is that a couple of years ago at a World Series of Poker event her boyfriend made her wear a cat suit at the tournament because she lost a bet. She was so sexy I knew I had to have her. I also figured she must be a wild one, so I figured out a plan to seduce her." "Why did she wear a cat suit? Isn't that weird at a tournament?" "Well it's a little strange that somebody as accomplished at cards would dress up, but you do get lower level players in costume trying to get on TV. In her case, she lost some kind of bet with her boyfriend and was paying it off." "How did you seduce her?" I asked. "Well, I'd like to say it was my raw sexuality, but really when she broke up with her boyfriend about 6 months ago, Phil and I found her drunk at a bar and ended up back in the room having three-way rebound sex. Things kind of evolved from there." "You said you think about being a sub. Did she ever domme you?" "No," Jennifer told me sheepishly. "That's my little secret. That's why you turn me on so much. I've tried to hint at it with Tatjana. Heck, I've hinted at it with Phil. But neither seem to pick up on it." "Maybe they just need a push," I said hopefully. "Yeah, I don't think so," she responded. "So what do we do now?" "Speaking for myself," I said, "I want you to fuck me senseless. I'll be happy to eat your pussy first though. You've got me off a couple of times already." "By fuck you senseless, do you mean with a strap-on?" she asked. "Yes," I said proudly. "I've got one in my bag." "I've never used one," she confessed. "My lady friends just like fingers and tongues." "Then you'll love this," I said pulling my Hitachi out of the bad. Jennifer's eyes widened when she saw the bulbous head. Then I grabbed my strap-on. "How about you fuck me and hold that on my clit?" Jennifer counter offered. It was difficult to turn down that offer. How often would you get the opportunity to have Jennifer Tilly on her back bucking against your cock? "How long do we have?" I asked. "About a half hour now," she replied. They break at midnight for the day. Tatjana usually comes up to the room pretty quickly. Phil probably will be at the bar with his friends for a couple of hours." "Maybe I should stay and meet Tatjana?" I said. "I could tell her how much you want to submit to her." "Let me submit to you first and see how that goes," she told me. "OK," I said. "Get naked and I'll fuck you." At the time I didn't realize how disappointed my voice probably sounded at saying that. That wasn't my intention. Luckily Jennifer didn't seem to notice. She was too busy taking off her dress. It didn't take long. Then I told her to undress me. If she was going to be a sub, she was going to have to do the work. She looked so sexy on her knees in front of me pulling my skirt down. I would have loved to pull her mouth against my pussy again, but we didn't have time. After I was naked, well, I still had on my stocking and heels, I grabbed my fake cock. I had planned on my pick-up wearing it and it felt weird sliding it up my legs. But before I even had the straps tight, Jennifer's mouth was around it and her head was bobbing up and down. Being a Domme was very foreign to me, but I did my best to berate her like Mistress Jacqui, Toni and Kim did to me. She continued to suck my dick. I didn't feel any contact with my clit, but I did feel power by having her on her knees. But time was wasting away so I popped by cock out of her mouth. "Crawl behind me slut," I commanded her. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I said it. I grabbed my bag and walked toward Tatjana's bedroom. When I reached the bed I realized I had missed the fun of watching a Hollywood star crawl naked on the floor. I ordered her to crawl back to the living room and return so I could watch. I saw pure lust in her eyes as she crawled back. I knew that look as I had it when I was with Mistress Jacqui, even though my eyes were blindfolded so Mistress couldn't see them. "On the bed on your back, whore," I barked at her. I wasn't sure if she would balk at the term whore, but she didn't. Reaching into my bag for my handy cuffs, I quickly secured her wrists to the headboard. Then I grabbed my Hitachi. "Ever use one of these?" I asked her. With a throaty moan she said, "No." "Then you are in for a treat. Too bad we don't have much time. I would love to tease you for an hour. But if I turn it on high I bet you can cum in a minute or less." "Please don't make me wait, Mistress," she called out. "I'm not your Mistress you dumb cunt," I hissed at her still trying to sound stern. I couldn't believe I'd used the 'C' word and again I looked at her to see if I went to far. But apparently I had not. I turned the Hitachi on and pressed it against her clit. Not surprisingly she went wild. Then while holding it hard against her I maneuvered myself between her legs. I'd only secured her wrists so she was rolling back and forth as the vibrations wracked her body. As a result her legs kept opening and shutting. "Keep those slut legs spread so I can fuck you slave!" I yelled. She was too far gone to really react. I could tell she was about to cum and was out of touch with reality. I did my best to force myself between her legs. She started to cum just as I pushed the tip of the dildo inside of her. I got a few good thrusts in, but she was thrashing about and oblivious to what I was doing. She came harder than anybody I'd ever seen and then she passed out. I was very disappointed that I was not in her position, but what can you do. Hollywood stars get what they want. I decided to have a little revenge on her. I unstrapped the dildo and left it in her. I also left her cuffed to the bed while she slept. She had not woken up by the time I dressed (I found a blouse in her room to replace my torn one.) so I wrote a note with my address asking her to return my toys. I left her passed out and cuffed to the bed for Tatjana to find. I was sure she would thank me for it later. I walked down the hall, somewhat doing the walk of shame, for my behavior. At the elevator I pushed the down button. As I waited I rehashed the night in my brain. It was a great night. Probably not exactly what Mistress Jacqui wanted, but I'd certainly acted like the slut she likes me to be. I heard the elevator bing and the doors opened. Had I looked at my watch again I would not have been surprised that Tatjana walked out of the elevator. She looked at me. I'm sure she recognized me from the bar, but I don't think she realized I was wearing Jennifer's shirt. She didn't say anything. She just walked passed me. I had figured Jennifer had told her she was taking me upstairs. But she could have at least said hello. I turned to follow her as she rounded the corner into the hallway. I just peaked around the corner. She definitely had a nice ass. I could picture her in a cat suit and made a mental not to search the web for pictures. I watch for a few seconds as she walked down the hallway. I really wanted to chase after her. I wanted to help her with Jennifer. Heck, I would have settled to be a fly on the wall to see how Tatjana would react to seeing the present I left for her. But I headed back to the elevator instead. It was time to go home and write a recap for Mistress Jacqui. Passing the bar I saw Phil, still in his hoodie although sans glasses. There were a couple other players I recognized from TV. They were holding court. I wondered if any of them really knew how crazy Jennifer was or that by now hopefully Tatjana was fucking her with the strap-on. They were happy having beers. They were missing the real show. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 05 I was still pretty keyed up when I got home, so after I shower I just slipped on a silky robe, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and then sat down on the family room couch to wind down. I was flipping through the channels looking for anything decent to watch when I stopped on a softcore film on Skinimax. Given the life I had been leading lately, the soft nature of the sex scene, while they may have been hot for a movie channel, did little for me except make me wish for something a little steamier. I was comfortable on the couch though and didn't want to sit by the computer to stream a good BDSM scene. My husband and I did have a couple X-rated DVDs. They were pretty tame as well as they were just straight sex, but they hopefully would be enough to get me off. I must have been more tired than I realized, because the combination of the wine and some pussy play caused me to fall asleep on the couch. I didn't even have an orgasm. How bad is it when you fall asleep during sex. I woke up early the next morning to the sound of someone knocking forcefully on my front door. "Who the fuck could that be?" I cursed under my breath not knowing what time it was, only knowing I was still tired. I had been on the couch all night and except for my robe was naked. Or should I say, was naked, as my robe was unwrapped and had fallen to my sided during the night. I stood up groggily and pulled the robe closed. I tied the sash around my waist and walked toward the door. I didn't bother to look through the peephole. I wasn't really awake and besides, what criminal knocks before breaking into a house. I swung the door open and was shocked to see a very disheveled Jennifer Tilly standing there. She had a long coat covering her body. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing large dark sunglasses. Standing behind her, with her hand tightly grabbing the back of Jennifer's neck, was a very smartly dressed Tatjana Pasalic. Jennifer looked much like me, not ready to face the morning. Tatjana looked ready to conquer the world and very much in charge of the Hollywood star. "Is this the one?" Tatjana barked while pulling back on Jennifer's neck. "Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied in an almost pleading voice. "My slut says you used her last night and she needs to bring you back your toys. Is this correct?" Tatjana said. It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me. I was too busy wondering what Jennifer was wearing under her coat. In a quiet voice I finally answered. "Yes. I mean, I was with her last night while you were playing cards." Tatjana released Jennifer's neck. "Go to the car whore and get the bag," she snarled. Jennifer immediately began walking back to the car. I was trying to figure out what was happening. "I'm sorry for the imposition last night. She can be a handful." She then turned toward the car again. "Bring the coffee in too, bitch," she yelled. My neighbors definitely would have heard her if their windows were open. I looked up and down the street to see if anybody was out at this hour. I was relieved that I didn't see anybody. "May we come in?" Tatjana asked. I had no clue what game she was playing, but I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by. "Of course," I said backing away from the door. Tatjana wasted no time walking in and past me. I looked again at Jennifer who by now had reached the car. That was when I felt a hand on the sash of my robe. Before I could react, Tatjana had spun me around to face her and then pushed me against the wall. She was strong, much stronger than I expected for her slender frame. Of course with my level of surprise, I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. Not that I wanted to mind you. Tatjana grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. She is tall, so it was easy for her to press her lips against mine. Perhaps crush her lips against mine is a better description. She was clearly demonstrating her superiority to me and I was letting her. She then dropped my wrists. Instinctively I began to pull my arms down, but she quickly scolded me to, "keep your arms above my head," which I naturally did. She was staring into my eyes, but her hands were skillfully untying the sash of my robe exposing my naked body beneath. Her hands wrapped strongly around my waist and she pulled me tightly against her for another brutally passionate kiss. It took my breath away. A strand of saliva hung in the air between us as she pulled her head back. I tried to follow her with my head, but once again her eyes pierced mine and I shrunk from the confrontation. I did my best to silently plead with her for another kiss, but instead I felt her hands cup my breasts. As she did, I felt her thumbs flick across my nipples. I gasped, unable to breath momentarily. "So these are the tits Jennifer was raving about," she said with a smile. She still had not broken eye contact with me and I dared not look down. I felt her release my left breast and saw out of the corner of my eye her right hand drawing back. I knew what was about to happen even before I saw the blur and felt the open palmed contact to the side of my breasts. The slap was followed by a forceful grab, much more powerful than the gentle caress earlier. Again I gasped and then I felt her left hand leave my right breasts and knew it was about to get the same treatment. When she had both my breasts slapped and in her vice like grip she spoke again. "I like this tits. Good weight, they fit just right in my hands and your nipples react well to a little pain. I assume they enjoy a good clamping?" Hearing that left me breathless. "Yes, Mistress," I managed to say softly. Tatjana was still just looking into my eyes, well deeply into my soul really, when I heard the door open and a bag hit the floor. I knew that was my sex toy bag being returned. I also knew the toys wouldn't stay there long. "Help this slut take off her robe," Tatjana said to Jennifer before dropping my breasts. I moved forward off the wall to allow Jennifer to strip me. Tatjana headed toward the couch. Without turning to face us she called out, "Check her pussy, slave. I'm sure it's soaking." After my robe had found the floor, Jennifer slid a finger into my pussy. As you might expect it found no resistance. Nor did her second finger. "Just as I figured. Another slut who likes being told what to do. OK. Bring her over here," Tatjana called from the couch. Jennifer took my hand and escorted me to her new Mistress. I peeked but I couldn't tell what Jennifer had on under her coat. Apparently that was less important than Tatjana telling me to take her clothes off for her. "Slow and sensual," were my directions and I did the best I could. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse making sure to "accidentally" brush against her nipples. After her blouse found the floor, she told me to do her bra next. It was silky smooth and felt amazing to my touch. Or perhaps it was her very firm breasts and very hard nipples contained inside that held my attention more than the garment. Either way her command to "worship my breasts" when the bra came loose was a command I was happen to obey. "She really does obey well," I heard Jennifer comment from behind me. "You have a lot to learn from her," Tatjana replied. I felt like I was in a weird sub sandwich between these two beautiful and obviously horny women. I knelt in front of Tatjana giving praise to her breasts and nipples. She continued to describe my actions to Jennifer explain exactly how she liked to be nibbled and sucked. She held the back of my head gently, but definitely with a possessive feel. I could have stayed in that position for hours, although I think it was only about 10 minutes before she told me to continue and remove her pants. Needless to say this command excited me because I knew her panties would be next. Pulling her tight jeans over her ass and down her legs was a challenge because of the way she was sitting. I'm sure watching me struggle was part of her enjoyment. As soon as I had her pants off I reached for her panties, but she stopped me. "Put your head between my legs and drink in my scent," she commanded me. Again it was an instruction I was happy to complete. This time when she took my head in her hands her grip was more forceful as if each task I completed for her gave her confidence that I was willing to serve her. She was wearing a thin, peach colored thong. I was soaked through. When my nose touched it, her wetness was apparent, as was her strong smell of arousal. I began to rub my face up and down her slit without her tugging on my head. As I began to do, however, she got the message that was my plan and started pulling my hair to encourage me. Even though it had been my idea, I guess she wanted to feel in control. "Notice how she worships my pussy, Jen Jen," she said in a mocking baby speak tone. "It's covered but she still loves it. You need to be the same way. Whenever I tell you to crawl between my legs, you should show me the devotion my pussy deserves." I was ready to show her plenty of devotion to eating her pussy and making her cum, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She seemed happier to use me to taunt Jennifer. Not that I was particularly complaining, but I wanted to taste her at the source and not through her thong. Tatjana showed tremendous patience as I could tell her pussy was demanding more direct attention, but she was intent on showing her dominance and wasn't going to give in so easily to her own pleasure. Again she made me wait about 10 minutes before giving me the order to remove her thong. She lifted her hips this time to make that task easier to complete. "I'm sure Jen Jen is disappointed that you have had all the fun. I can see the lust in her eyes. I want you to put my thong over her head and up against her nose and mouth." Apparently I was now going to take a more active role teasing the lovely Jennifer. I stood up and turned to face her. I too saw the lust in her eyes Tatjana had mentioned. It was clear she was relishing in letting her friend take the lead and I really wanted to find out what had happened the night before after I left. I moved in close to her. I debated whether I should kiss her or not. I really wanted to give her another passionate kiss like last night, but I decided against it. At least for now. Without prompting, Jennifer meekly bowed her head toward me so I could slip the thong over and down across her nose and mouth. It seemed to me that for someone who just 12 hours ago had only fantasized about being submissive, she certainly had come a long way. Then again, when I got my first taste of serving a Domme, I learned quickly too. She looked so beautiful with her lust filled eyes still showing, but with her nose and mouth covered I couldn't help but pull her into a strong embrace. If Tatjana wanted to punish me later for overstepping my bounds, that was fine with me. I pressed my lips against the outside of the thong over Jennifer's mouth. Tatjana's flavor was strong and her arousal scene was pungent. And I was just getting the soak through. With the inside over Jennifer's face, I was sure she was having an even more powerful reaction. My kiss, while passionate, didn't last very long. With the thong between us, it just didn't work for me. Sure I loved tasting Tatjana, but either Jennifer was scare to react with passion because her Mistress had not given her liberty to enjoy my kiss or the situation was just too weird. Either way I pulled my head back and turned back toward Tatjana. "I really must thank you," she told me. "You left me a nicely wrapped present last night." She smiled when she said that. I didn't realize from her photos online what a beautiful smile she had. I smiled back. "My last boyfriend," she continued, "always let me initiate sex. I didn't realize it at the time, but he probably wanted me to dominate him. I admit I had thoughts of taking control of Jen Jen every time we fucked. But I wasn't sure how to bring up that subject. Thanks to you, I didn't have to." "It was my pleasure," I assured her. "She pleased me several times orally before I untied her. She begged me to fuck her with the strap-on. I figured she earned it so I gave her a good screwing. It was a bit of a shock when Phil walked in on us." "Oh no!" I exclaimed. "What did he say?" "He was pretty drunk. I'm not sure he realized what I was doing. He knows we use toys, but I don't think he grasped that I was wearing a strap-on. Jen Jen, like the slut she is, came when she thought she was busted. Probably wanted to submit to him too." I turned and looked at Jennifer. She nodded her head but didn't say anything. "She really is deliciously submissive," Tatjana continued. "I told her not to speak unless we ask her a question, although she certainly can still communicate. Soon after he came back to the room I told her to go to their room and go to sleep. I stayed up and masturbated thinking about her and what I wanted to do today before I finally passed out. How many times did you masturbate slut?" We both looked at her. I could tell she was embarrassed to confess how turned on she had been. "Four mistress," she finally said in a whisper. "I had to cum four times before I could fall asleep." "I'm surprised you didn't rape poor Phil," Tatjana said in a condescending tone. "I would have if he had not been too drunk to get it up. I sucked him off but as soon as he got hard enough for me to mount, he'd go soft again." It was strange to be in the middle of their conversation. Did I really need to know these details? But Tatjana apparently wanted me to know the rest of the story. "He was pretty worthless last night. But he had good morning wood today didn't he, baby?" Jennifer again appeared embarrassed. "Yes Mistress," she admitted. "Tell your new friend what happened," Tatjana egged her on. Jennifer paused, then told me. "I couldn't keep my fingers out of my pussy when I tried to fall asleep. I woke up just as wet and horny. I don't remember my dreams, but I must have had a good one. I reached over and took Phil's cock in my hand. Now that he had a few hours sleep in him it started to grow and quickly was at full size. He wasn't awake yet. He probably thought he was dreaming. I decided to go down on him to make sure he wasn't going to go soft before I mounted him. That was when Tatjana walked into the room." I looked back at Tatjana for confirmation about her story and her facial expression told me it was true. "Tell her the rest Jen Jen." "Well, Tatjana was still naked from the night before and my pussy gushed just from seeing her. I realized I didn't really want Phil's cock any more but that I wanted her pussy. I crawled off the bed and onto the floor. Phil didn't stir. I started to get up, but Mistress Tatjana held up her hand and I dropped back down to my knees. She then pointed toward her feet. So I crawled over and kissed her foot. I was delirious with the emotional rush of submitting to her again. " "Then what happened," I asked impatiently. "Well, I had her kneel in front of me and lick my pussy again," Tatjana picked up the story. I had not cum yet when Phil woke up again. I think he heard me moan. He really is inconsiderate about interrupting us." She said that last part with a laugh. "Anyway, we much have looked like a film noir with the two of us in silhouette by the door with Phil waking up hung over, with a hard-on and not really knowing what was going on." "That is so hot," I said. "Then what?" Jennifer chimed back in. "Can I tell her, Mistress?" Tatjana gave her permission. "Phil realized we were having sex, but it was clear he didn't realize the dynamic of our relationship had, shall we say, changed. He got out of bed and headed over to us. My pussy was creaming and I really needed to get fucked. So I whispered into Mistress' ear my plan. She nodded. By then Phil was standing next to me. He tried to kiss me but he was still wobbly from just waking up and alcohol. I took his cock in my hand and gave him a couple firm strokes. He was rock hard now, so I told him to lie down on the floor. I was afraid he was going to pass out so I quickly squatted down on him in a reverse cowgirl. I really didn't want to look at him right then." Tatjana now took over the conversation. "As soon as she mounted him, I moved in front of her, grabbed her head and made sure her mouth was where it belonged." My own pussy was on fire listening to the two gorgeous women recount their sexual exploits. I wanted to eat both their pussies and almost hoped the story would end quickly so we could get back to business. "Jen Jen gave him a couple of good bounces," Mistress Tatjana continued. "But I'm not sure he really noticed. He was still way too out of it from last night. I held her head tight against cunt making sure her tongue was doing its job. Her bouncing made it tough for her to serve me properly so I put pressure on her shoulders and she got the message to stop gyrating. The little slut started grinding him instead. But I didn't care. As long as she got me off they can do what they want." "And did she get you off?" I asked. "Yes, but she needs more practice," Tatjana said with a wink. "What about Jennifer and Phil?" I asked her figuring I shouldn't ask Jennifer without permission. "No, Jennifer didn't get what she needed. At least not yet. As for Phil, I'm pretty sure he didn't realize we helped him back in bed. I was ready to leave and started to walk out when Jen Jen stopped me and whispered that we can't leave him with a hard-on. I think she just wanted an excuse to fuck him harder. So I told her she can jerk him off if she wanted but that she had to make him cum on himself." "And I said no," Jennifer chimed in. I could tell immediately she regretted speaking out of turn. "And I said yes if she ever wanted to lick my pussy again," Mistress Tatjana replied. I didn't have to ask whether Jennifer complied with her wishes. First off I knew what it was like to be in that position and when your Mistress tells you something with the threat of losing her, you do it. Second, they were here together. If she had not done it, one of them wouldn't be here. "So did you just leave him covered in his own cum?" "Yup," chimed in Tatjana first. "She squeezed out a nice load onto his chest. I think some hit is face too. I bet he is surprised when he wakes up. We left him a note that we were going shopping." "Oh yeah?" I asked rhetorically. Then I added, "What are you shopping for?" Tatjana took a step toward me and got up in my face. "Another sub slut who can serve my pussy when I'm in town." She then reached forward and slid two fingers into my pussy. "Know where I can find one?" Needless to say she took my breath away. She just slowly fingered me then started rubbing my clit with her thumb. "Now I'm going to sit back down and you are going to do a proper job servicing my pussy. If you do well, I'll let Jen Jen put on your strap-on and fuck you. If you do very well, I'll put on the strap-on and take your ass. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress Tatjana," I replied. "Too bad I don't have two strap-ons and you could both fuck me together." What I intended as a joke, well sort off, probably didn't come out that way. "Can you call someone to deliver one?" Jennifer asked. "Yes, slut," Tatjana continued without missing a beat. "I am sure a tramp like you has friends who would lone you a fake cock." I though about Toni, but I didn't want to get her involved. And I certainly wasn't ready to share with Mistress Jacqui yet. I thought about the adult bookstore. "I don't know if the shop I bought this one from delivers," I said trying to be calm, but churning on this inside at the thought of these two women double-teaming me. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 05 "So what's it going to be tramp?" Tatjana asked me calmly. "Ready to worship my pussy?" "Yes, Mistress," I meekly said before dropping back to my knees. Tatjana sat back down on the couch and spread her legs. "Then come get your treat," she told me. I was already crawling toward her before the words were out of her mouth. I don't know if the pleasure of submitting to such a beautiful woman had me turned on more than the thought of an Academy Award nominee taking me from behind, but no matter what the cause, I was shaking with lust as I felt Jennifer rub the head of my strap-on along my labia. I know I was plenty wet enough to take her without a problem, but Tatjana had other plans. At her insistence, I took a break from servicing her juicy pussy to kneel before Miss Tilly. Tatjana told me I should respect her although she wasn't to be called Mistress as we were on equal levels in the hierarchy. (I was to be called Miss Heather by Jennifer because they said they didn't want to know my last name.) I spun around a quickly took the fake cock into my mouth. The tip had a little bit of my flavor on it, but unfortunately that was soon gone. For more than one reason I wished she had slid it all the way into me before I had to blow it. Oh well. Fake or not, I loved the feeling of having my mouth full and doing it at the insistence of a beautiful young woman make it even better. She even gave commentary, or a blow by blow, if you will. I guess since she's a TV poker commentator when she's not playing makes it tough to be quiet. "That's right baby," she cooed in a voice I'm sure the viewing audience isn't privileged to hear. She was so sexy with her Eastern European accent I made a mental not to try to talk her into having phone sex sometime. "Suck her cock. Use your tongue. Slide it up and down. Get it nice and wet so she can fuck you from behind like the dog you are." My head was bobbing up and down the hard shaft. I really was using the same techniques my husband enjoyed so much. I knew Jennifer wasn't feeling anything and that was a shame. But in my mind, it was real. I slid most of the dildo out of my mouth so I could nibble on the tip. I took that moment to look up at her. She was looking at Tatjana instead of me. She also looked confused as to what she was doing or more likely confused by what Tatjana's plan included. I noticed her left hand was by her side, so I reached up and grabbed it. Not forcefully, but she definitely noticed as I lifted it up and put it on my head. She sort of just petted me, which was definitely a disappointment. Fortunately Mistress Tatjana came to my rescue. "She wants you to grab her hair, Jen Jen," our Mistress informed her. "Oh, sorry," Miss Tilly replied sound like she was disappointed for not knowing that. I didn't want her to be gentle and fortunately that wasn't a worry I had long. Once she realized what I wanted, she grabbed my hair firmly. Not long ago I would have hated if my husband had wrapped my hair into his fist and tugged on me to force his cock deeper into my throat. Now I was getting off on it. "See, the tramp likes it," Mistress resumed her commentary. "She get's off on being a slut. Just like you." "Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied. "But can I fuck her now?" "You may," Tatjana replied. Being treated like I was just a piece of meat to be used was really turning me on. They talked like I wasn't in the room or at least like I had no say in what was going to happen. I found that very exciting. I was just another toy to them. I resumed my service of Tatjana's pussy and Jennifer finally slid the faux cock into my needy pussy. From the sounds she made as she was building a nice rhythm and really beginning to fuck me like a stud, I guessed the inside of the strap-on was at least rubbing her in a pleasurable way. Tatjana's juices were flowing into my mouth and I hoped that after she came she would trade places with Miss Tilly and I would get to eat her tasty pussy as well. Tatjana was cooing and moaning like I was doing a good job, but she wasn't orgasming. She wasn't correcting my technique, or my enthusiasm, but I wasn't sure if she was really enjoying herself. The same could not be said of me and the effort Jennifer was putting into slamming my pussy. I loved it, especially the feeling of her thighs banging into me and forcing me to rock my mouth against Tatjana's pussy. I was very aroused and if she had reached around to finger my clit, pinch my nipples or even spanked my ass, I think I would have cum. As it was, I was on the edge of a quality climax, but I couldn't quite go over the edge. I'd been conditioned to wait for my dominant's permission, but neither Tatjana nor Jennifer seemed prepared to give it to me. More specifically, I don't think Tatjana realized I was longing to hear those words. Mistress Tatjana did express a little whimper, her body shaking slightly, and I was treated to an extra shot of love juice into my mouth. I wondered if that was all the sound she made when she came. If so I was disappointed. I wanted her to have a head grabbing, pussy grinding, loud shouting kind of an orgasm that would rock her to the core. But apparently that was it for now. What she did next surprised me, though. She pushed me back away from her pussy. Thankfully Jennifer didn't stop pounding me because as I started to straighten up from my bent over, pussy eating position, the angle of her penetration changed in a most pleasurable way. All of a sudden the head of the dildo was stimulating different nerve endings including rubbing against my g-spot and I liked it. I made a mental note to remember to ask Mistress Jacqui to fuck me doggie style but to allow me to keep my back straight and upright. "Fuck me, Miss Tilly," I yelled out impulsively. "Make your whore cum!" The change in position was all I needed to move from hanging on a climax to quickly building to a great one. I was going to show Tatjana what a woman should look like when she came. I was going to make her jealous. Heck she probably would ask Jennifer to fuck her like she was fucking me to experience an orgasm like the one I was about to have. Then I had a feeling of schadenfreude wash over me as I thought that my pleasure was derived from my craving to submit and the thought that Tatjana would never know that joy. But that moment was fleeting as another wave of pleasure shot through my body. I then watched with surprise as Tatjana slid off the couch to her knees. And then with the grace of someone a lithe as a gymnast spun around dropping to her back with one motion. I was surprised, to say the least, that this until now dominant hellcat slid her head beneath my pussy where Jennifer continued to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt. Then I felt her fingers grabbing my nipples (there were hard as rocks of course) and pulling me back down. I felt her tongue touch my clit and felt her squeeze my nipples. That was just the extra stimulation I needed and I started to cum. I wish I could have held out to enjoy her fingers and her tongue, but it wasn't meant to be. She lapped at my pussy like a dog drinks a bowl of water and it felt wonderful. I wish I had squirted on her. That would have made the moment complete. But she did hear me scream and would have felt my body shake. I was much more demonstrative in my pleasure than she had been. Jennifer even joined in (not that she hadn't played an active role so far) and gave me a couple hard swats on the ass as she continued to pummel me from behind. "Oh, look at the slut cum," she shouted adding her voice to the faceless scream of my climax. "Keep fucking me!" I yelled out as I bent over more and buried my face back in Tatjana's pussy. I figured if I kept pleasuring her, she would order Jennifer to keep pleasuring me. But alas that was not on the menu. I could feel Tatjana beginning to squirm under me. Maybe she just needed a small orgasm to get herself motivated as she was definitely becoming more active. Then I felt Jennifer pull the dildo out of my pussy. Needless to say I was disappointed and felt empty. And then something happened I'd never experienced before. I queefed. I was horrified. Jennifer had just fucked me so well that like a piston she had pumped me full and trapped air inside my vagina. I released a series of pussy farts that embarrassed me and made me want to run out of the room. Tatjana was laughing a bit, but Jennifer tried to comfort me. "Don't worry baby," she told me. "That just means I fucked you good." I expected her to back away, but Jennifer wasn't moving. At first I thought she might try to push the dildo in my ass. I was one of my bigger dildos so I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I wasn't about to stop her if she tried either. But it didn't go in my ass. I felt Tatjana stir beneath me and realized she was no longer licking my pussy. She was still pinching my nipples, though. Then Jennifer clued me in. "I'm not the only whore here," she exclaimed. "Clean off my cock. Taste this slut's juices." I realized Tatjana was now sucking the strap-on. That turned me on again. I couldn't really see her (unfortunately) but no doubt she would look sexy as hell with her cheeks bulging out as a dick filled her mouth and throat. I did the only thing I could do. I bent back over and started eating her pussy again. This time she was much more expressive as she enjoyed my talented tongue. I couldn't tell exactly when Tatjana quit sucking my juices off the fake dick. I assume it was about 5 seconds before Jennifer tapped me on my ass and told me to get up. I was hoping she had some plan for me to pleasure her now, but instead, as soon as I got up, she got down on top of Tatjana. Tatjana's eyes got wide for a moment as Jennifer penetrated her but then she relaxed and seem very happy her friend was taking the masculine position with her. Tatjana was now becoming very expressive. Apparently getting her pussy licked wasn't such a big deal for her, but getting a nice thick cock up her snatch really did it for her. I sat back and watched the two friends go at it. It was a symphony of grinding and writhing bodies as Jennifer used her weight advantage to subdue the previously dominant Tatjana. She wasn't pulling out very far. Instead of long strokes she use short thrusts relying on her pubic bone to grind Tatjana's clit. And Tatjana loved it. I was getting aroused again just from watching. I starting fingering myself and then heard the words "Why don't you take a picture. It will last longer," ring through my head. Part of me worried that I was betraying their trust. While both women traded on their sexuality in front of the camera, taking a photo of them fucking each other may have been out of bounds. On the other hand, I really wanted evidence that I had been with them. I decided they were too absorbed in each other to notice so I went to the kitchen to grab my phone. I brought back a glass of water as well to make it look like I had a reason to leave the room. I tried to be discrete. But I guess when you've had your picture taken so often, the fake click sound made by my phone is like a dog whistle. Jennifer immediately stopped thrusting, turned her head and scowled at me. "Turn it off," she said angrily. "Turn what off," I heard Tatjana from beneath her. Apparently she had missed what I had done. "Our new friend just snapped a picture of us." I saw Tatjana push back against Jennifer who quickly pulled the strap-on from her friend's pussy. The look on Tatjana's face was back to being the Domme I saw when she first pushed me against the wall. I knew her happy to get fucked time was over. "I'm sorry," I said. "I just wanted proof I'd been with you." "No pictures," she said grabbing my phone. I watched as she pulled the back off and then pulled out the battery. She tossed the back and battery aside and then using her manicured red fingernail, she pulled the micro-sd card out of my phone. Then she looked at me. "Let's not have that mistake again," she scolded me. I nodded back. "You've killed my arousal. I was really enjoying Jennifer. You are going to have to pay for your actions." "You could spank me," I said trying to sound playful. I figured if I appealed to her dominant side she might forgive me. Or at least give me a good spanking, which I would enjoy. "Oh, I'll spank you alright, but I was thinking of something more intimate. Did you figure out where you can get another strap-on?" "No," I replied. "I've got a couple of dildos, but no harnesses. Will that be OK?" "Your first task is to figure out how to get one here, and it better not take too long. Until you get another harness here, I'm going to punish you. Now bring me the dildos and make whatever calls you have to make." I hurried to my bedroom to retrieve my toy collection. I have a few sizes of dildos, a couple of vibes, some cuffs, a collar and a paddle. I thought about sending a quick email to Mistress Jacqui, but I was afraid she wouldn't approve so I didn't. I still didn't want to share my new friends with Toni so I decided to call the adult bookstore where the clerk first used the strap-on on me. I hoped she would be working again. Unfortunately a man answered the phone, but after I described her (I must have sounded like a crazy stalker) he said she was back in the video booths and that I should hold on. I wondered if she was cleaning the booths or if she had another victim back there. I was growing impatient waiting for her. I knew Tatjana expected me back quickly and every second I waited on hold made me more anxious. Finally the bookstore picked up the phone again. I recognized her voice. I was in luck. Hopefully she would remember me. Who am I kidding? Of course she would remember me after she beat me, fucked me and then delivered me to Mistress Jacqui. Still, it was an awkward conversation. How do you order a strap-on over the phone and not sound weird? Of course she made excuses that there was no way they could deliver the toy I needed. But I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I begged in my best little girl voice hoping she would remember the fun we had in the back of the store. She held tough though so finally I offered her a night of my services for "whatever she wanted." She sounded skeptical, but I must have been convincing. We made a date for Monday morning and she promised to have the strap-on delivered within an hour. I went back to Tatjana and Jennifer somewhat proud of myself. Of course Tatjana wasn't pleased that it would take an hour. She said she had a time limit because she needed to take a nap before the poker tournament began again. Instead of beginning my punishment, I offered her a bed to snooze in while we waited. She thought for a moment and Jennifer suggested that was a good idea that she lay down. Jennifer promised that she would punish me. Tatjana agreed and I showed her to my bedroom. I could tell she was really tired. I'm guessing Jennifer kept her up later than they led me to believe last night. She probably was not much of a morning person either so getting up to get to my house so early was taking its toll. Tatjana seemed very happy to crawl under my covers for a little rest. As soon as Tatjana was settled, Jennifer took my hand and led me back to the hallway and then down the stairs to the living room. "I have a plan for her," Jennifer told me. "What is it?" I replied. "You need to make me cum before I will tell you," she countered. "Slut," I called her. "And don't you forget it," she replied. "I may be screwing up my relationship with Phil by being here. The least you can do is get me off." That sounded reasonable to my sex addled brain. "Do you want me to eat you?" I asked her trying to sound innocent, but I'm sure failing miserably. "For starters," she said in her husky come fuck me voice. "Then I want you to take the strap-on and drill my ass." "Oh, you say the cutest things," I told her. "Give me a minute." I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of paper, a pen and some tape. I hastily wrote out a note for my friend from the bookstore. It said, "Fucking a friend. Door is unlocked. Bring in delivery. Join us if you want." By the time I got back to the living room, my pussy was drooling with the thought of my bookstore friend walking in while I was claiming Jennifer Tilly's ass. Of course she would want to join in and together we could give her the pounding she desired. Or for sure the pounding she deserved. I only hoped Tatjana wouldn't wake up and disturb us. Jennifer was waiting for me on the couch. She was fingering her pussy as I walked by. I appreciated that she was getting herself ready for me. I love eating pussy, but I really wanted to fuck her. I smiled as I walked passed her holding the note. "Just a note for my delivery girl," I told her. "Is she cute?" Jennifer responded. "Yes and she knows how to use one of these," I said picking up the strap-on. "Now what's your plan?" "Make me cum first, that was the deal," she teased me. I strapped on the fake cock and then crawled between her legs. She was as tasty as I remembered. As usual, I wished she would have grabbed my hair and pulled me into her pussy, but she seemed content to be a couch princess and just lay back allowing me to minister to her needs. Her pussy was wet when I started and positively dripping when I finished. She still had not cum, though, but she told me she had enough of my tongue and fingers and was ready for my cock. How could a refuse such a request from a lady in need? She had told me she wanted me to fuck her ass, but I needed some lube on the dildo. I asked her if she preferred KJ or pussy juice. He gave me a "are you kidding look" although I wasn't 100% sure her answer. "OK, then," I asked. "What position do you want?" "Bend me over the back of the couch," she told me. "And use my cunt sauce. Don't be gentle. Fuck my kitty hard for a couple minutes then ram it up my ass. Don't worry about hurting me. That's how Phil takes me and I love it." I took her hand and led her around the couch much in the same way she had led me down the stairs. Then, since she requested I became more forceful, I shoved her over the back of my couch. At first she exclaimed, "hey!" but as I forced her legs apart and moved the dildo over her slit, she realized it was part of our game. She reached between her legs and helped guide me in. Then she thrust her ass backward. She really was a slut for a hard cock. I have to give her that. It was almost a shame she wanted me to drill her ass because that meant I had to stop banging her pussy. She was thrusting herself back harder than I was thrusting into her and it was quite an enjoyable show watching her fuck herself. But a promise is a promise and I was sure she would get off quicker if I took her browneye. Just to be sure, I gave her a firm spank and told her to "hold still you whore." Immediately she stopped thrusting against me. Of course she stopped with me buried to the hilt inside of her. Then she wiggled her ass at me. Slowly I pulled out the fake cock. She moaned when the tip fell out of her. "Hurry up and get it in my ass. I hate feeling empty," she pleaded with me. Again, how could I resist such a lovely request? "Spread your ass cheeks for me bitch," I hissed at her. Of course she responded immediately exposing her cute, puckered asshole to me. It looked very tight. I didn't think this dildo would fit. I almost asked if she wanted me to change to a smaller one. But she knew how big the one I was wearing was since it just came out of her and she had told me not to be gentle, so I trusted she knew what she was talking about. I took aim and pushed. I felt resistance. Jennifer wasn't opening up as fast as I had expected. I hoped she wasn't lying about loving anal sex. But she was still holding her ass cheeks apart for me and had started to moan, so I kept pushing. I wanted to stop and grab some lube. I figured maybe her juice wasn't slick enough. But she kept begging me to stick it in farther, so I did. I also wondered if I looked the same way when Mistress Jacqui first fucked my ass. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 05 "Oh that feels so good," she squealed when I finally had the dildo all the way inside her rectum. "Now fuck me like the whore I am," she commanded me. And fuck her I did. She let go of her ass cheeks as soon as I was in all the way. I noticed she had reached underneath herself to rub her clit. I began to bang her as hard as I could. "You like being my bitch?" I yelled at her. I didn't wait for an answer. I already knew what her response would be. I grabbed her hips and slammed the dildo in again taking her breath away. "I bet you fucked your way through all the casting couches in Hollywood, didn't you slut!" "YES," she moaned. "I'm a bad girl. I sucked cock and ate pussy to get jobs." "So they paid you to be their whore," I hissed. I was shocked Tatjana didn't appear given how much noise we were making. "Oh God, yes," Jennifer continued through her now constant moaning. "Punish me for being such a bad girl." I let go of her hips and stopped thrusting. Then I gave each of her ass cheeks a firm slap. "Rock that slut ass against my cock bitch while I spank you," I yelled. "Show me what an out of control tramp you are!" That must have really hit her sweet spot emotionally because immediately she began to thrust back against me. "Please spank me Mistress," she cried out. And spank her I did. At first I was worried I was hitting her too hard, but the harder I slapped her ass, the more she moaned. I knew her climax would be soon and I knew it would be a big one. Then I saw a shadow moving up the walkway. "Dildo delivery service to the rescue," I thought. I could tell the person was at the door. She was probably reading my note. Then I had the terrible thought about what if it wasn't my friend? Oh shit. I saw the door begin to open. I reached forward with my left hand and grabbed Jennifer's hair pulling her head up so she was facing the door. With my right hand I spanked her right ass cheek with my hardest blow yet while simultaneously shoving the dildo as deep as I could. "Come on my cock you filthy whore," I screamed as the door opened fully and I saw that instead of my lady friend, Mistress Jacqui's limo driver was standing in the doorway holding a bag. I don't know if Jennifer even noticed him or if he triggered her orgasm, but a moment later she was screeching and convulsing as her orgasm tore through her body. The driver was sporting a massive hard-on, one which I'm sure either of us would have been glad to jump on, as he watch Jennifer squirm on my cock. Over and over she shook, moaned and threw her head back and forth. I quickly dropped her hair. I was worried she was too out of control and that I would tear out chunks of her beautiful mane. Finally she calmed down and came back to Earth. The limo driver cleared his throat. "I'm not sure you need this anymore, but Mistress Jacqui requests the presence of your company." Jennifer was still in no condition to talk. But I did. "I don't think now is a good time." "She doesn't like to be kept waiting. You are both to accompany me to the limo right now. "What? What is he talking about," Jennifer softly asked still in her post orgasmic haze. "He is my Mistress' limo driver. She wants us to come over." Jennifer was still coming down from her orgasm and was still processing everything, but eventually commented that she had to get Tatjana back to the hotel. "Let her sleep here," I said trying to make this sound normal. "If we didn't wake her, nothing will. Leave her a note if you want." "No, I should stay," Jennifer said sounding apprehensive. "No, you should come with me. You won't regret it. Mistress Jacqui will give you an experience you will never forget." "My instructions are clear. We are to leave now," the limo driver reiterated. I pulled the cock out of her ass and grabbed her wrist standing her up. "Come on whore," I told her forcefully. "I'm not done with you yet." I figured if I took charge she would meekly follow. I led her around the couch and toward the front door. The strap-on was bobbing obscenely in front of me. I should have stopped to clean it, but I didn't want to give Jennifer the chance to think about what was happening. The driver opened the door for us. I gave his cock a squeeze as I walked past him along with giving him a look that said, "I want this." The morning air was crisp, but the sun was shining bright and it would soon be a scorcher. I'm pretty sure Jennifer didn't realize she was naked when I led her into the front yard. She was still recovering from her climax and I'm sure her head was spinning from the whole scene. I knew I was nude (except for the strap-on) but I didn't care. The limo driver shut my front door and then moved ahead of us to open the car door. I peeked inside before helping Jennifer into the back seat. As I expected there were two blindfolds. There were also two sets of cuffs and two vibrators. I wondered if the driver added the cuffs and vibes for his own benefit. It didn't matter. I put Jennifer's handcuffs on her with her arms behind her back. She put up token resistance but by then I think her spirit was broken. I then put her seatbelt on her, turned the vibe on high, slid it into her pussy and finally blindfolded her. She gave out a soft moan and then she was silent. She looked contented. Hooking myself up was more of a challenge. First I did the vibe. That was easy and most pleasurable, although it meant taking off the strap-on. I knew there would be two juice stained seats by the time we arrived at Mistress Jacqui's. Then I hooked the handcuff around my right wrist, put on the seatbelt, put on the blindfold and struggled to get my arms behind my back and get my other wrist cuffed. I probably could have just sat there and the driver would be non the wiser, but I knew I be in trouble when we arrived so I fiddled and fiddled until I finally got to cuff to connect. We felt the car pull away. We were two naked, bound, blindfolded sluts heading out for an adventure. Moans and the smell of arousal soon filled the car as every bump caused the vibes to jump. I didn't know about Jennifer, but I was struggling to keep the vibe from sliding out of my dripping snatch. I knew such an infraction would merit a severe punishment. I probably should have warned Jennifer of that little detail, but I secretly wanted to see Mistress punish her. The twists and turns of the route once again had me wondering where we were, but eventually the car stopped. The door opened. The morning air was already much warmer. Then I heard Mistress Jacqui's voice. "You have done well, Heather," my Mistress complemented me. I felt warm inside just from her simple words. "You have brought me a gift. And a famous one at that. Let's get you two into the dungeon so we can have a proper introduction." Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 06 I heard Jennifer start to struggle as Mistress Jacqui greeted us through my open door. "Now you freak out?" I remember thinking to myself. I heard Mistress' heels clicking on the concrete and a few seconds later I heard Jennifer's door open. "Do not worry, Miss Tilly," I heard Mistress say in a reassuring voice. "Heather has brought you to a fun place and will enjoy yourself." Jennifer seemed to calm down a bit and then I heard her moan. Obviously I couldn't see what Mistress was doing to her, but I had a pretty good idea that she was sliding the vibrator in and out of Jennifer's pussy. Of course that made me a little jealous. But it didn't last as soon we were both escorted (me by the driver and Jennifer by Mistress Jacqui) into the house. This time I didn't have to crawl through the backyard. I appreciated that. I'd like to tell you that Mistress Jacqui kept us there all day serving her pussy and having Jennifer serve me as well. But alas, things didn't quite work out that way. Oh we both ate her to several climaxes and she did have us 69 each other. She also put us both on our knees leaning on the couch next to each other so she could simultaneously spank both of us. But in reality, the entire encounter was too short and a little disappointing. But then again, it had not been a planned session so I was happy to get anything I could. I just hoped Jennifer wasn't too disappointed and that she would hold it against me. All too soon we were back in the limo. As happened last time, shortly after we pulled away the driver told us we could remove the blindfold. When we did Jennifer mentioned she recognized the neighborhood and that she had partied "up here" on a few occasions. Of course that did little to help identify who Mistress Jacqui really was, but was more of an interesting factoid. We arrived back to the house about noon. We still didn't have any clothes and the chance of getting spied upon by a neighbor had gone up considerably. The driver said he had a box for me from Mistress and that there were instructions for Jennifer and I inside. I was to open the box at 6pm and follow the directions. I looked at Jennifer inquisitively. I could tell she was intrigued. Just then my front door opened and Tatjana walked out. She looked refreshed, although surprised there was a limo in the driveway. I rolled down the window and waved her over. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked her. She poked her head in the window. She didn't seem surprised that both Jennifer and I were naked. "When I saw your coat on the floor Jen Jen," she said slipping back into Domme mode, "I figured your friend had you off on an adventure. I guess I was right." Jennifer immediately went back into little girl mode. "Yes mommy. I've been bad. Can I come home with you now?" "I need to be at the tables in two hours. But I suppose I have a little time to spank you," the firm sounding Tatjana replied. Jennifer smiled. She got out of the car and sprinted toward my house to get her coat. I took the package from the driver and walked a more leisurely pace back inside. Jennifer was already walking back out the door, once again looking like a Hollywood star in her tailored coat and sunglasses. I figured this would be the last time I saw her, but she stopped and embraced me. I wish her backside had been facing the street instead of my naked ass, but I still melted into her arms when she hugged me. "I'll be back at 6 to open the package," she whispered in my ear. Then she walked back to their car. Tatjana was already sitting in the driver's seat. Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and gave me a little wave as they pulled out of the driveway. The limo driver looked at me and asked if I needed anything else. I told him "no" and dismissed him. I then walked inside with the package and set it on the living room table. It was going to be nearly impossible to wait 6 hours to open it. I contemplated taking my own nap, but then decided I should go to the gym because if I was in the house, eventually I'd give in to the temptation and open the box. I was a little disappointed that Kim wasn't at the gym since it was a Saturday. Even though I'd just eaten two pussies within the last couple hours I was ready for more. The reception girl, whom I am pretty sure knows about my relationship with Kim, was there but I wasn't sure if she was into women so I didn't hit on her. I was tempted, but I had a strange vibe from her to leave her alone. Maybe she was jealous of me. Toni didn't show up either so I was left to work out alone. Of course that didn't stop me from discretely spying on the other women at the gym. As usual by the time I got off the bike my shorts were soaked with womanly happy juice. By the time I got home I was tired enough to nap without being tempted to open the box. I had made it this far. I could make it a little longer. So I laid down for a two-hour nap (I figured I would need the rest later) and then took a shower. I put on make-up and did my hair like I was getting ready for a date. I figured that somehow I was, even if Jennifer and I stayed in tonight. Finally I put on a silky teddy with a matching thong, thigh high stay-up stockings and slid a pair of 4" stilettos onto my feet. If the box was a bust, I had every intention of seducing Jennifer for another night of passion. I walked down to the living room and took a seat. I was staring at the box with anticipation. A few minutes later my doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. She was stunned that I answered my door dressed in a teddy, although clearly she was appreciative of my form. She was wearing a short dress that exposed her assets and looked ready for a night on the town or on the red carpet at a movie premiere. It must have had a built in bra because her breasts sat high on her chest and exposed almost to the nipple. She stood in the door drinking me in before finally walking through. Her attention was then drawn to the large box on the table. "So that's our future," she said in a quizzical tone. She walked to it and started to pull back the tape sealing the top. "Wait," I called out to her. "It's only ten to six. We have to wait ten minutes." She looked at me with an "are you serious?" expression. "Mistress said 6pm. Sit your ass on the couch," I told her trying to sound like I was in charge. She said down with a huff and I sat down next to her. "We could kiss..." I said implying that was what we should do to kill the time. She smiled at me. Then she leaned toward me while simultaneously wrapping her left arm around my waist. Before I realized it, she was back in charge. She was dressed to kill and I was in sexy undergarments. Without even realizing that was the reason (I figured it out later) I fell into a submissive mode with her. She pushed me backward so she was on top of me as she pushed me down onto the cushion. If she had been a man I would have expected his hands to be all over me. And Jennifer did not disappoint. As she pulled me tightly against her, she went for my breast first with her free hand massaging the silky material and toying with my rapidly hardening nipple. I wrapped my arms around her neck and tried to pull her even tighter into the embrace. I totally forgot about the box as my body reacted to Jennifer's touch. My pussy began to flood the moment she touched me and although she had me pinned to the couch, I felt myself trying to thrust my hips up against her as if she were about to fuck me. My actions did not go unnoticed. She broke our kiss and pushed her hands against my shoulders. This did two things. One it pushed me harder against the couch cushion and two it allowed her to rise up separating us enough to show her dominant position. I guess it really did three things because she began to grind her hips against mine forcing our pussies to rub together. "Does baby want to cum?" she cooed already knowing the answer. It was so sexy to have her dressed like she was ready for the red carpet while I was dressed in trashy undergarments meant for the bedroom. I nodded my head. I wasn't sure what she had planned for me, but I know I wasn't expecting for her to stand up. She then held out her hand and helped me to stand up. In retrospect her actions were foreshadowing the rest of our evening, although I didn't know that at the time. I never did get an answer whether she knew it either or whether it was a happy coincidence. What Jennifer did was to turn and grab the box from the table and toss it on the couch. She then took my hand again and helped me step up on the coffee table. Fortunately it was a sturdy wooden table so it easily supported me. I was confused as she plopped herself back onto the couch and spread her legs. I couldn't see under her skirt, but I was sure her panties (if she was wearing any) were as wet as my thong. "Show me how you get that slutty pussy off," she commanded. "Dance for me and finger yourself." I was very uncomfortable standing a foot above her on a pedestal and performing such an intimate act. I hesitated then slowly started swaying. There was no music, so I'm sure I looked stupid and uncoordinated. By Jennifer was completely supportive. She told me how beautiful I was and how sexy I was. She explained that in movies there was rarely any music on set during a dance scene. "At best," she explained, "you get a metronome to give you the beat. Just dance to the music in your head." That advice helped. I began to move more confidently. At her urging I began to feel up my breasts and play with my nipples. Then she instructed me to rub my stomach while I sensually swayed back and forth. I knew I was turning her on and of course my own arousal continued to build unabated. By the time, at her insistence, my hand was in my thong, I knew I could come soon. But my submissive side wanted to hold off hoping Jennifer would continue her Domme side and give me permission. As I felt the first waves of orgasm begin to wash over me, I pleaded with my eyes for her to say the words I longed her to say. She looked at me with a knowing smile, but instead of telling me to cum, she said "Oh, it's after 6. Let's open the box." She probably had that planned all along. If not, it was a good move on her part. Sure I could have just kept rubbing myself until I came, but I didn't. I stopped leaving myself frustrated. I kind of liked the feeling anyway. Whatever Mistress had put in the box would undoubtedly bring me pleasure eventually and delaying my orgasm always made it better... eventually. "So what's in it?" I managed to say trying to hide my annoyance at not orgasming. "Well," Jennifer replied. "Looks like we have a couple of vibrating eggs." I watched as Jennifer pulled out two eggs, one red and one blue. They were larger than I had seen before. In fact they were wider than my biggest butt plug, although not as long. If I was going to put one of those in my pussy it was a good thing I was dripping wet. "Oh, there are two remotes," she exclaimed with glee. I watched as she pushed a button on the red remote and the red egg sprung to life. "Here, try the blue one," she said handing me the remote. It was pretty self-explanatory. There was just one button and a led light to indicate when it was on. I pushed the button and the blue egg began to buzz. "Now what?" I asked. Jennifer pulled out a piece of paper from the box. "She really has beautiful handwriting," Jennifer declared. She read through the note silently although she did say "oh my" in the middle. "What does it say?" I asked impatiently with a rising voice. "It says we are to go to Kitty's dance club," Jennifer explained. I knew of that place although I had never been there. It was part of strip club row on Industrial Avenue. I wondered if Jennifer would go along with being in a public place where she might be recognized. I also wondered if Mistress' expectation was that we would pick up a couple of guys. Although I had told her that was a hard limit because of my husband, by this point in our relationship it probably didn't matter any more. "You are to wear something with easy access to your pussy and tits," Jennifer continued reading. "I guess I'm dressed OK," she said while effortlessly popping one of her mouth-watering boobs free from her dress. She didn't ask, but since she was offering I leaned forward and began to suck her nipple. She cooed in approval. "We are to wear the eggs. I guess that isn't a surprise," she added as a running commentary. Then she moaned as I continued to minister to her nipple. "We are to each hold the remote for each other's egg so we can control each other. Damn that's hot," she added. Then she moaned again before pulling her breast back away from me. I whimpered in disapproval at the loss. "Don't worry baby, I just want you to switch to the other one," she told me before popping her other breast free and then putting her hand on my head and guiding my mouth back into service. "Where were we?" she asked. "Remotes," I mumbled. "Oh yeah," she continued. "We are to go to the club and get a table near the back. We are to arrive by 9pm. The eggs have fresh batteries and should last at least two hours of run time. She wants us each to get at least three lap dances and run the eggs, while the dancer performs for us. We can run them at other times, but we are not supposed to orgasm. Damn, what fun is that?" she exclaimed. "Don't worry," I said trying to sound convincing. "I'm sure Mistress will take care of that eventually." "Let's see," Jennifer continued. "We can pick up a guy and blow him in the bathroom or parking lot, we can take a girl to the VIP room in which case we can give her our remote and we can flash anyone we want. Well that sounds more fun." That did sound pretty fun. The instructions didn't say so, but if I gave a dancer my egg's remote (or more accurately if Jennifer gave her my egg's remote) and she left the egg on while she grinded herself on top of me, I hardly could be blamed for having a lovely orgasm in the back room. "Oh there is one more part," Jennifer added. "One of your Mistress' friends is dancing there tonight. Apparently she lives in LA but feature dances in Vegas once a month or so. You are to flirt with her and pick her up. You are to either bring her home or go to her hotel (her choice) and then do whatever she wants and take care of her needs." "What?!?" I said. "She's lending me out to a stranger?" "I guess so," Jennifer replied. "Although it sounds like the girl will not know. It says her name is Larkin Love. I've never heard of her. Have you?" "No, Mistress never mentioned her," I answered honestly. "We'll have to look her up on the Internet." A quick search of the club's website confirmed she was dancing there tonight. She was scheduled to do three shows at 11, 12:30 and 2am. I never heard of a dancer being scheduled. She must be very popular. They had a picture on the website and I understood why. She was a brunette with a beautiful face. I suppose that was expected. But she also had tits bigger than mine. They were obviously fake and much larger than I would have expected for a dancer. But she was smoking hot. I had no doubt she would have guys throwing money at her. Then I had a troubling thought. If we were sitting near the back, how would we get her attention? I assume she would be giving private dances between her scheduled shows. But if the pervy guys were between us, how was I going to seduce her. Oh well, no need to worry about that now. I did a Google search on her to try and get more information. What I found did not bolster my confidence that I would succeed. She was an adult video actress. That wasn't a big surprise. The rest of her body was as perfect as the head and breast shot on the club website. But from what I saw on her website, her specialty was dominating guys. I suppose it wasn't a surprise that a friend of Mistress was a dominant. But I saw nothing to support the idea that she liked to Domme a woman. I'm sure the guys that would come to the club, in addition to showering her with hundreds of dollars in a private show would be willing to pay thousands to take her home for the night. I found a clip of her on a free x-rated streaming site. She was giving jerk-off instruction talking down to the guys watching the video. She was pretending to stroke their cock while telling them what a bad boy they were being. She was controlling when they could come much the same way Mistress controlled me. I could picture guys sitting at home stroking themselves while they watched. She was cupping her amazing boobs and offering her nipples to the faceless camera. Eventually after about 10 or 12 minutes, she told the viewers to cum on her tits. As we watched, I think Jennifer and I both had the thought that we wished with had a cock right then. We were totally mesmerized by her. "She must be into girls," I said to Jennifer. "Otherwise why would Mistress want me to throw myself at her?" Jennifer thought for a minute. "Maybe to humiliate you. She probably is friends with her, but maybe Mistress knows she is straight." That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. I hit Jennifer in the arm for even suggesting it. We had some time to kill so we watched more of her videos. She was very good at humiliating the guys who would normally be watching. I found myself wishing she would humiliate me and I was creaming my panties knowing I would see her live in just a few hours. I think Jennifer was having the same reaction as I spied her rubbing her thighs together as we watched. She looked so beautiful I just had to lean over and give her a passionate kiss. Another woman may have been turning us both on, but I wanted her to remember I was there. We found a couple of more typical videos this goddess had made, and by typical I mean kinky videos where she was fucking some BBC. My favorite was a gloryhole video. I knew it was done on a soundstage and not really in the back of a sex store, but it didn't matter. The setup was she was in a tiny room. She was watching a movie from the store's collection and getting herself worked up. Then a series of big dicks poked through the wall and she serviced them all like a pro. "Do you think that really happens?" I asked Jennifer. By now I was so turned on I was openly rubbing my pussy through my panties under Jennifer's watchful eyes. "Don't believe anything you see in a movie," she told me with a wink in her eye. "I've heard of gay bars in L.A. with holes between bathroom stalls, but I've never seen one. It sure looks fun though." That was the best video we found. I was ready to rip Jennifer's clothes off and fuck her senseless, but she told me no when I moved in that direction. She said it would be better if we just stay excited and tease each other until it was time to go. I've never been one to wait, unless Mistress doesn't give me a choice, but I understood her position. We ended up sitting next to each other on the couch. We both spread our legs. My left leg was over her right leg. I had thoughtfully put in a lesbian bondage movie and we spent the next hour fingering each other's pussies. My left hand rubbed up and down her slit, through her thong to make sure it was wet and smelled of a horny woman, while she did the same to me with her right hand. It was kind of a game to see who could get her partner closest to orgasming without letting her go over. I hated how good she was at teasing me, but I also took it as a challenge to keep her on the edge. Finally it was time to go to the club. Jennifer drove so that if I succeeded picking up Larkin I wouldn't have to worry about my car. I took the opportunity to flash my tits at her several times. Other than stopping at an ATM so we both could withdraw a lot of cash, it was an uneventful drive over. When we arrived at the club it didn't look as seedy as I remember thinking the other times I had driven by. Maybe it was just because I was horny and because of the reason I was there. I was nervous, but after she reminded me to put in my egg and then took my hand and walked confidently inside the front door, I was fine. At first the bouncer collecting the cover charge asked for $20 each. It was his rote speech and he didn't even bother looking up from his phone. Then Jennifer cleared her through causing him to look up. He smiled and said "welcome ladies, have a good time," and waved us through. I wondered if it was just because we were women or if he had recognized her. Not that I was complaining mind you, but I was still a little worried about Jennifer getting in trouble for being in such a place. But she was obviously willing and continued to lead me into the cavernous main room. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 06 A busty waitress in a tiny bikini top and thong appeared. "Booth, table or rail, ladies?" she asked. I looked around the room as Jennifer answered "booth." The waitress led us to a booth against the wall about 20 feet from the main stage. The booth was spacious. You could fit 6 people in it if you wanted. Jennifer pointed at it and I slid in. I went to the center position as Jennifer sat down in position one. As the waitress was asking for our drink orders, Jennifer grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her. "Sit next to me so you get a good view of the stage," she said. Then she replied to the waitress, "We're here to see Larkin. Please tell her that her biggest fans have arrived. And bring us a bottle of your second best champagne." Jennifer had fallen quickly into a role of protecting me in this strange (at least to me) place. The waitress walked away. Jennifer explained that if she had ordered a bottle of "the best" champagne that was code for a private party in the VIP room and that the "second best" would be much less expensive and probably a better bottle. I asked her about saying we were Larkin's biggest fans. She said it never hurts to advertise why we were there. She also hoped the waitress would try to keep some of the guys away from them. Of course, before our drinks appeared, a couple of guys had already descended on us, but Jennifer dismissed them with practiced ease. Still I could feel many sets of eyes on us as the guys looked at us almost as much as the dancer on the stage. I must complement the club on their selection of champagne. It was quite good. As were the quality of their dancers. There were three dancers on the stage. Each appeared to dance three songs on the stage. Each song meant fewer clothes until they finished in just wispy little g-strings. They seemed to be in a rotation. After each song would end, one of the dancers would walk of the stage and another would take her place. The one who was done would appear on the floor, usually with a transparent wrap as a top and begin to work the room for table dances. The better-looking women always started with the booths. The less attractive dancers started with the tables. Jennifer explained that the booths were expected to tip more than the tables so we got the better talent initially. I could see what she meant. A couple of the table girls came by to work their charms at the booths, but found less interest than at the tables. By contrast, the top shelf dancers were doing quite well for themselves finding lots of interest. When I pointed out a dancer leading one of the booth guys through a curtain near the bathrooms I asked where they were going. There was a big guy standing next to the curtain who looked menacing. "Probably some kind of VIP room," she replied. "If you have a hundred bucks or more you can get a much more intimate dance. The more you pay, the better the dance." I looked at her wondering how she knew that. "Have you been here before?" "No, but I have been to clubs in LA. and I did some research for a movie I didn't end up making." I just nodded at her. A redhead had caught my eye on the stage and when she later arrived at out booth, Jennifer bought a dance for me. The girl climbed onto the table and spent the next song swaying just a foot away from my face. She moved with grace and poise. I definitely got exciting thinking about what it would be like to bring her home. I'm sure my face displayed my level of lust. Of course that is how these girls make money some I'm sure she was pleased to see that I was excited. The sweat from her dance dripped off her ripped dancer's body and clung to the sides of her breasts. She had tiny breasts (she looked like a real athlete) but large stiff nipples. Oh how I wanted to suck on them. She looked pleased at the way I looked at her. When the song ended, she stepped down from the table. But she didn't break eye contact with me. "Want a lap dance honey?" she asked. I looked to Jennifer who just nodded. "OK, " I said. The dancer gabbed a chair from a nearby table and told me to scoot out of the booth. I definitely had some flash and jiggle getting out of the booth as Jennifer didn't get up forcing me to go the long way. I knew the dancer was looking at me and I hope she enjoyed the view. She told me to sit in the chair that she had positioned with the back against out table. After I sat she told me to sit on my hands. "You can't touch me," she said. "At least not out here in the open," she added with a wink. I'd watched a few of the other dancers giving lap dances so I had a good idea what to expect. But my lap dance wasn't like the others. First off, because Jennifer handed her my remote. With all the sexy female flesh in the place I had forgotten about it. I had not teased Jennifer with her egg and she had kept mine silent. The dancer didn't seem phased by it. She just turned it on with a smile and began her routine. Her dance was more intimate than the other lap dances I had watched. If I had to guess it was probably more like a VIP dance, although according to my new friend, without me touching her. That's not to say she wasn't touching me, however. She started out sitting on my lap. If I'd been fucking her it would have been a reverse cowgirl. She was rubbing her ass back and forth on me and leaning her sweaty back against my chest. She then threw her head back next to mine and I heard her say, "Oh how I wish we were in the VIP room so you could touch me." She had read me perfectly. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to wrap my hands around her and grab her nipples. My clit, already sensitive from Jennifer's teasing earlier and the egg vibrating now was throbbing as this beautiful creature rubbed herself on me. Then she got up and spun around to face me. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued to grind on me. She thrust her hips forward hitting my stomach with her pussy. It was a far more overt sexual act than I had seen in the other table dances and had me ready to drop whatever cash was necessary to get her into the private room. When she grabbed her breasts and aimed them at my mouth, I was ready to do her bidding. But before I could capture one of her beautiful nipples, though, she pulled them away leaving my outstretched neck as evidence that I was under her spell. Then the song ended leaving me panting. "Want to continue this in the VIP" she asked trying to close the sale. I was ready to say yes, but Jennifer interrupted. "Maybe in a little while," she said sounding in control, but not mean. "We'd like to see everyone before we decide. I thought that would upset the girl, although she already had $60 of our money for the two dances. But she didn't seem phased. I guess that was part of the job too. She looked at Jennifer and then bent over and whispered something in her ear. Then when she stood up and moved closer to Jennifer and lifted her breast to her mouth. Jennifer gave her nipple a quick suck and the girl walked away. I was jealous that I just got teased. "What did she say to you?" I asked. "She said she recognized me and that if I wanted to go to the VIP later she would cover our half." "What does that mean?" I said quizzically. "Whatever tips the girls get, the club usually takes half. So if it's $200 for a VIP, the girl gets $100. She's willing to pay the $100 the club gets out of her own pocket to dance for me." "She wants more than to dance for you," I replied. "Yes she does," Jennifer said with a knowing smile. Then I realized the dancer still had my remote. The egg had turned off when she left our booth, but I didn't see her give the remote back to Jennifer. When I asked Jennifer about it, she just smiled. "I guess she's in charge of you now," she replied. Another dancer appeared at our booth, but I wasn't that into her look. I was also trying to catch my breath after the redhead's performance. We dismissed her and she moved on to the next booth. The two guys in that booth apparently were not as picky as us and soon she was on top of their table. Four minutes later I got to see what she did for a lap dance. While the guy got hard, the girl certainly did not give as intimate of a performance as Red had given me. Then it was time for Larkin's first show. All the other stage dancers finished up and the announcer gave Larkin a glowing introduction. The dancers were still mingling in the crowd as she took the stage, but they were not finding many clients as all eyes were glued on the pornstar as she began to strut her stuff. I was mesmerized. She was gorgeous. I can't say she was as good a dancer as Red or some of the other girls, but she had the look that made me drool and made grown men fall to their knees and worship her. How long did she dance? I'm not even sure. I was so focused on intimately watching her that I don't know to how many songs she performed. I do remember looking down once at Jennifer and she looked as mesmerized as me. I also glanced around the club. It had been about half full when we arrived, but now seemed packed. I guess guys knew what time Larkin was going to begin and arrived just in time. I looked back at the stage while thinking "how am I going to compete with all these horny guys for her attention?" She received a standing ovation when she finished. The announcer urged the crowd on whipping them into a fever pitch. I wanted something else whipped and I wanted Larkin to be the one holding flogger. The announcer told the crowd that Larkin would be seeing "generous VIP members" in a couple of minutes and to line up near the curtain. Immediately about 10 guys jumped up and sprinted to get in line. I did the math in my head. If the VIP was a $200 minimum and since the announcer said "generous VIP members" I had to assume she would really charge at least double. She would probably pull in $4,000-5,000. Of course it would take about an hour and a half of strenuous work, but still, even if she gives half to the house, that's serious money. I didn't get in line. I knew she had three shows to give tonight and I figured maybe by the end of the night I could get her attention. Another bottle of champagne arrived at our table, complements of a table of guys. They recognized Jennifer and wanted to flirt. I think she must have been getting a little tipsy because she went over to them to thank them and leaned over the table. I couldn't see it but they must have gotten an eyeful of her boobs. I saw one guy put his hand on her ass and she didn't move it away. Another guy approached our booth, but I shooed him away. My focus was on one person tonight. Jennifer returned and commented that the guys were pretty nice and if Larkin didn't work out we should hang with them. I didn't think that was a good plan, but I kept my opinion to myself. I got another lap dance from Red during her next rotation. Of course she still was controlling the egg in my pussy and was all to happy to have me buzzing away while she danced for me. I was really tempted to take her into the VIP, but I also wanted to save my money to take Larkin in there after her next show. We drew a crowd around us as she ground herself on top of me. I got them impression she was close to climaxing from rubbing herself on me, but unfortunately (for her, me and the assembled crowd of guys with their tongues hanging out of their mouths like cartoon dogs) the song ended and she had to move on. Immediately the guy who had put his hand on Jennifer's ass called her over. She gave him a lap dance, but she was looking at me the entire time. I'm sure he was hard under her ass, but I didn't see the same look in her eyes compared to when she was on top of me and I think her moment of passion had passed. She was now back to doing her job. When the song ended and she stood up $20 richer I saw a thick bulge in his pants. I checked my watch checking how long until Larkin would dance again. I had seen her leave the VIP and head backstage again. I was trying to raise my courage to take her to the VIP next time around. The guy with the big boner stood up and walked toward our booth. He leaned over Jennifer and whispered something in her ear. I had expected her to slap his face or at least rebuke him in some fashion. I wasn't expecting her to look directly at his crotch and then to reach out and rub the front of his pants. I knew she was bi like me, but somehow I thought she was on my quest for new pussy tonight. Granted, based on his bulge the guy was packing he probably was a good lay. Still, I was surprised how forward he was being with a Hollywood star. I doubt he would have tried to pick her up on the street, but since we were here, she obviously had sex on her mind. I watched as she looked up and nodded. I wondered what he had said to her. She looked back at me. "I need to go to the bathroom," she announced. I started to get up to join her, but just then the announcer began his introduction foretelling the second appearance of Ms. Love. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jennifer called out to me as she was standing up. The guy was grinning like a cat who caught a canary. He followed her with his hand on her ass. I heard the cheers as Larkin took the stage, but my eyes were on Jennifer as the reached the bathroom doors. She went into the ladies and he went into the men's room. I didn't fully understand what was happening, but as Larkin began her second feature dance, I was overwhelmed by rush of arousal. Screw it. It was time to meet her. I got up, grabbed my purse with my cash and headed over to the VIP curtain where the line had formed for her services before. The bouncer looked me up and down appreciatively. I looked at his crotch, but he wasn't hard like Jennifer's new friend. I guess when you work here you have seen it all. Every other guy was giving Larkin Love his undivided attention. For the first song, so was I. Two other guys joined me in line at the VIP, but I think the first guy was more interested in checking me out. I could feel him leering at me. Just after the second song began, my second favorite dancer, Red, (I didn't remember her stage name but I was in lust with her hair) came out from behind the curtain. She almost ran into me. We both were startled. I was embarrassed and dropped my eyes to the floor. It was a reflex maneuver as I was in awe of her. "Bobby," she said to the bouncer. "She doesn't lose her place in line, right?" "Sure thing Crystal," he replied. I didn't understand what they were talking about. She then held up my remote like it was a trophy. Bobby the bouncer definitely saw it. When Red click the button I know he saw my knees buckle, so I'm sure he realized what was happening. Red then reached out and grabbed my hand. She then pulled me behind the curtain into the VIP. There were booths similar to the ones in the main area of the club, but no tables. There were two other dancer with clients that Red, sorry Crystal, led me past before pushing me into the booth furthest from the curtain. It was also darker than the rest of the room. "Look honey," she told me. "I know you're here for Larkin. That's cool and I can help you, but I'm so horny right now I need a release... so you're going to help me first." I was in shock when she advanced on me and straddled my leg. She had not told me to sit on my hands this time. She started grinding her pussy on my thigh. I sat there dumfounded. She reached forward and grabbed my wrists. "Don't be shy. I know you want to touch them," she said as she pulled her hands onto her breasts. She was right. I did want to touch them. I wanted to do a lot to her. But I was still not sure of the protocol, but I was guessing that Crystal wasn't following the rules anyway. She wasn't dancing to the music. She was working my knee trying to get off. I pinched her nipples and was rewarded with an appreciative moan. So I did it again. She responded by increasing her pace. "Don't expect Larkin to do this," she warned me between gasping for breath. "She gives great tease and the guys line up for her. I'm a good tease, but eventually I need to cum. How's that egg doing? Keeping you wet and horny? Did that hot slut make you wear it?" I got the feeling she was talking dirty to me mainly to get herself off. But I was close to cumming too so I told her about Mistress Jacqui and her plan for me tonight. I felt her stiffen, but she kept riding my leg. The third song started and I knew we only had a couple of minutes left. I wanted her to have her orgasm. I wanted one for myself, but if that didn't happen, that could wait. I gave her nipples another firm pinch to get her attention. I looked up and she looked down. "Let me eat your pussy," I told her loud enough that I'm sure the other patrons probably heard me. She looked around. I'm sure that was against club rules. Had I paid her it probably would have been illegal. But that didn't stop her. She stood up and pulled her tiny g-string to the side. Her pussy was wet and puffy. Dancing nearly naked for a couple hours will do that for a girl. She looked down at me with pleading eyes. I guess she didn't think I would really do it. She was wrong. I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy. My mouth easily found her clit. It was large, engorged and beautiful. She was apparently blessed with being very sensitive as well. She howled and grabbed my head. Nothing else needed to be said. She was getting what she needed and so was I. Her pussy was wet when I began and was a flash flood by the end of the song. I kept munching away on her pussy and clit trying to get her off. She was rolling her hips rubbing herself up and down on my face. We were in our own world as she held my head tight and finally came with a shriek. She held me hard against her spasming cunt and rode my face for at least 30 seconds until she finally came down to earth. I was as worn out as she was. She let go of my head, stepped back and adjusted her g-string back into place. She was covered with a sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess. She looked exactly like she had just been fucked. "Take your panties off," she commanded me and I quickly obeyed. I handed them to her and she pulled her g-string aside once more before rubbing my panties over her pussy. She then pushed them against my nose and mouth. "Remember me while you are being teased by Larkin. I can make you feel so much better than she can. She let go of my thong and turned and walked out. I was still in a daze by what had happened in the last 10 minutes. I did not make a move to stand up or to pick up my thong, which had fallen from my nose to resting on my chest. Then without warning I heard the deep, husky voice of my target for the evening. "Well what do we have here? I've been told you are my biggest fan." I looked up and there she was. Larkin Love was towering over me. She was smiling, but it was a menacing smile, like she was toying with me. She picked the wet thong off my chest and smelled them. "Yours?" she asked drawing out the syllable because she already knew the answer. "Yes," I replied meekly. Then I added, "The juices are Crystal's. She wanted me to remember her." "Ah, Crystal," Larking waxed poetically. "She really likes the ladies. Oh, and she gave me this as I was walking in." Larkin held up my remote. I wasn't embarrassed in the least. I just hoped she would leave it on long enough to get me off. Then again part of me wanted the tease she gave the guys in her video. I settled for watching as Larkin deeply inhaled the panel of my thong again. Then she turned them inside out and did it again. "Your side is sweeter," she told me. I blushed. "Do you always get strippers off in the VIP?" she asked with a definite condescending tone. She had begin to rub her breasts and had a predatory look in her eyes. "Um, no," I replied. "That was a first. I've never been to a strip club before." Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 06 She stopped rubbing her breasts long enough to sniff my thong again. "I don't believe that, baby," she told me. "No really," I said almost pleadingly wanting her to trust me. "I'm only here for you," I blurted out. I regretted saying it almost immediately. "For me?" she said questioningly. I didn't want to tell her my Mistress ordered me to pick her up. I wanted her to feel special. I imagined her lifestyle made it difficult to have intimate friends and even if it was just for a couple of hours, I wanted her to feel close with me. "I've looked at your website and watched your movies. I wanted to meet you in person." As I said the words her expression changed. I noticed it became more in control like in the movies where she dominated guys. "If you watch my movies, you know what I am like," she said. I nodded. "Spread your legs," she ordered curtly. I was just like when I was with Mistress. I felt a surge of power as I acquiesced to her desires. She flicked a switch and instantly she was my Domme. "Did the other dancer get you off?" she asked me. "No," I told her. "Crystal rubbed herself on my leg and then I ate her until she came." "Oh," Goddess Larkin replied. She moved closer to me. Although my legs were spread, with her dancer's flexibility she was able to straddle both my legs with ease. She was taller than me meaning her amazing breasts were exactly mouth high. She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Did Crystal turn your egg on for you?" she asked. When I replied that she had, Larkin gave me her first command. "I want you to masturbate for me, little girl." While that command was music to my ears, being called little girl was the icing on the cake. It made me feel innocent (as laughable as that might seem) while still imposing her dominance over me. I reached between our legs. I accidentally brushed the front of her g-string on the way to my own bare pussy, now leaking juices onto my thigh. "Don't me so presumptuous pet," she told me. "You're not really my type." I started to open my mouth in protest but she pushed her boobs against my face and muzzled me. I didn't get a nipple in my mouth, but I did get a generous scoop of warm tit flesh. My right hand found my pussy and my left fingers found my clit. "That's a good girl," Larkin cooed. She sounded just like she did in her jerk off videos. "Show mama what a good girl you are and how you play with yourself. I melted against her. I'd been horny before, but now my lust was on overdrive. She leaned back and fed me a nipple. I moaned against it. My fingers were dancing and my orgasm was building. I didn't know if I should let it consume me. Had I been with Mistress I would have know better than to think I would be allowed to cum that quickly. But Larkin didn't know that and from all indications, she wasn't about to stop me. But I suppose, that was just wishful thinking. The song ended and she stood up. My hands were still on my pussy. "I have to get back to work you horny slut. If you want to get off, follow me to the dressing rooms after I'm done here. I want you to keep playing with yourself at your booth. Your friend can help if she wants, but don't cum. I'm keeping these," she said picking up my thong. She then rubbed them in my pussy again causing me to gasp. "You might be fun after I finish up here tonight. I recognized your friend, by the way. "Is she mas much of a pussy sub as you are?" "Not as much as I am," I replied finally getting my composure back. "Well if you can get her to go along with you, maybe I'll take you home tonight. That's why you are here isn't it?" I nodded. "OK, we'll see how it goes. Now get out of here." She said that last line almost comically. I stood up and started walking toward the curtain. But before I left, Larkin called back out to me and held up the remote. I watched as she pushed the button. I didn't make a sound, at least not one that could be heard over the music, but my eyes gave me away. Larkin walked back up to me. "I'm going to make sure this gets passed around, but don't worry, nobody will make you cum until I give the OK." Then she smiled which melted my heart. Larkin pulled back the curtain and claimed her first paying customer as I exited. He had a small bulge in his pants. I was sure she was paying $400 for the privilege of having her tell him how to jerk off and when to cum. What a country. I looked at Bobby who had a non-phased look on his face. Yes, he had probably seen it all and when Larkin handed him my remote and whispered in his ear, he just nodded. The other guys in line had all their eyes on me as I walked back to my booth. Jennifer was back and greeted me with a big smile and then a kiss. Immediately I tasted cum on her lips. "Gloryhole," she said proudly. "He had a big thick dick." I was only somewhat surprised. "Did you fuck him?" I asked. "No," she replied as if she was offended. Then she added with a wink, "Not enough room. How was your private dance." "Crystal rubbed herself on me and then had me eat her pussy. She should be good for a while," I said with a smile. "And Larkin?" Jennifer asked. "She said I wasn't really her type." I tried to look disappointed. "But then she made me masturbate so I don't know." "She made you masturbate?" "OK, she told me to masturbate." "And you just did it?" I'm sure Jennifer was hardly as surprised that I would do that as she pretended to be. I decided not to dignify her question with a response. "She wants me to go backstage after she's done in the VIP," I told her. "No shit?" Jennifer replied. "I thought you were not her type." "I don't know," I replied. "That's what she said." "So do you think you can seduce her?" she asked. "I doubt it," I replied. "I mean, how would I do it. I could throw myself at her. Tell her I'll do whatever she wants. But that's all I've got." "She's smokin' hot," Jennifer countered. "We could offer her both of us." "I thought you were into cock tonight," I said with more than a hint of sarcasm." "No. Well maybe. He had a big dick and I always wanted to try a gloryhole. I'm not going to fuck him though." "Well OK then," I said. "Hand it over," Jennifer said sounding more authoritarian. "Hand what over?" I replied confused. "Your remote dummy," she said. "Oh," I said finally understanding. "Crystal gave it to Larkin who gave it to Bobby." "Who's Bobby?" Jennifer asked. "The VIP bouncer. She said something about passing it around and then whispered in his ear." "Oh. Interesting," she said. The waitress appeared asking if we wanted another bottle, even though our current bottle had plenty left. Then my egg started buzzing. Looking up at her I saw her clutching the remote in her hand under her tray. I was sure she saw me jump a bit when it turned on and I know she saw the lust in my eyes. We told her thank you, but we were good. The egg stopped and she walked to the next table. Crystal appeared back on the stage and distracted me from my lust for Larkin and the fire in my pussy. There was a new girl dancing with her. She had jet black hair which hung down her back in a long pony tail. They were dancing together which was driving the guys crazy on sniffers' row. I admit I had impure thoughts about the two of them as well. Larkin's waiting line was going down. I was impressed at her stamina. I saw her come out from behind the curtain and grab the next guy. I thought about getting back in line since she had not charged me the first time. But Jennifer was chatting away about the dancers on stage and I didn't want to abandon her. The last guy in line for Larkin's VIP attention went in at the same time as Crystal and her new friend left the stage and started working the crowd. Crystal was at a table with a bachelor party, but her partner with the long black hair appeared at our table. "Hey baby," she said to me. "Want to go into the VIP?" I wanted to but I also was committed to seeing my submission to Larkin through. "No thanks," I told her. "I'm waiting for someone else." "Come on sweetness," she cooed egging me on. "Crystal says you are a good pussy sucker and you love smelly panties. Mine are real stinky." When I didn't respond right away, mainly because I was imagining how her panties would smell and taste, she turned her attention to Jennifer. "How about you?" she asked. I was surprised when Jennifer asked what she would have to do. I was keen to hear, but Larkin appeared at the VIP curtain and started walking toward the bar. She pointed at me a crooked her finger. Then she pointed at the bar. I practically jumped up. I don't think I even excused myself from the stripper and Jennifer. By the time I made it to the bar, Larkin was already there. She wasn't sitting on a stool. Instead she was bent over the bar top. She has bubble butt and it was on clear display. I'm sure she was posing for potential clients and not for my benefit, but the sight of her ass made me want to bury my face between her cheeks. She turned toward me as I approached. Then I saw the bartender hold up my remote. "Hello slut," she said. "That was quick. Been waiting for me?" she mocked. She picked up her drink and started walking. "Well come on," she said to me loud enough to be heard easily. "I need to cum after teasing these guys for two hours." I followed behind her like a lost puppy. Like a lost puppy with a vibrator buzzing away in its pussy. She led me backstage to the dressing rooms. There were a few small rooms, all cramped with dancers making themselves up before they danced. There were also a couple of girls I had seen dance taking breaks. Larkin Love brought me to a dressing room at the end of the hall which had a star on the door. "It's not much," she said. "But it's private and I don't have to share." She opened the door and pulled me inside. She then shut the door and told me to sit down. There were two chairs. One was a recliner. The other was a desk chair in front of a makeup table. I looked to her for direction as to which to pick. She glanced at the table and began to move toward the recliner. I sat down at the table and turned to face her. "So I turn you on, do I?" she asked. But before I could answer she continued. "I told you that you are not my type. Take your clothes off." She was a study in contrasts. I wasn't her type but she wanted me naked. Maybe she was just testing me to see if I could follow orders. I quickly stripped down. She was only wearing her tiny g-string. Even though she had a few extra pounds, she oozed sexuality. I was so primed to submit to her that I knew I had to do something to get that chance. I watched as she started rubbing her pussy through the g-string. "I like to be watched, baby," she cooed. "What do you like?" I watched her masturbate for a few seconds then decided to go for broke. "I like to be told what to do," I confessed. "Be more specific," she told me as her hands began to pick up the pace. "Sexually," I said. "I like to be told what to do sexually by a strong woman. I enjoy serving them and being punished when I act bad." I figured she already knew I was into girls but I guessed it wouldn't hurt to make sure. "And what about Miss Tilly out there?" she asked. "We just met. She's pretty kinky, although I think she is a switch. I'm a born sub." I was growing more confident in my answers figuring this was just a game she was playing. I knew she was a Domme to men so I assumed she could sense my true nature from the moment we met. "I'll be honest," Larkin told me. "I'm not that into sub girls. I like the gifts sub guys provide, but usually if I decide to be with a woman, I like her to be a little more of an equal. I've loved Jennifer since I first saw her in Let it Ride and I would take her back to my hotel and bang the shit out of her if I could." I saw that as my opening. "I can arrange that," I told her. I figured I could use Jennifer as my wingwoman to satisfy Mistress' order that her friend be well taken care of, but I wanted her for myself too. Just sitting near her, me naked and her good as naked, had my juices flowing. "But really, you should try me," I said with a smile. "I can make you feel good, you don't have to worry about offending me and I'll do anything you ask." She stared at me as if pondering the implications and options inherent in my last statement. "I doubt I need you to pick up Jennifer. I saw from behind the curtain how she was looking at Crystal when she gave you the lap dance. She had pure lust in her eyes and..." I watched as Larkin cupped her ample breasts. "Nobody can resist me when I put my mind to it." I had no doubt she was correct about that boast. I needed to find a way to sell myself to her. "I'm sure you can have anybody you want," I said stroking her ego. "But I can make sure she is comfortable going with you. I'll make it easier for you. I also know how to turn her on so you don't have to do all the work." "Ha," Larkin laughed at me. "I'm pretty much a pillow princess. If I take someone back to my place they had better be ready to work to make me happy." "I'm a good worker," I replied. "You talk a good game. But is your mouth writing checks your body can't cash?" "Why don't you find out?" I taunted her. She looked me in the eyes for at least 15 seconds and then she stood up. I watched her sashay over to me. In my sitting position I was level with her incredible breasts. She didn't say a word, but instead wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled my face into her cleavage. "I like my breasts worshiped," she told me. I couldn't breath with my nose and mouth surrounded by mounds of amazing tit flesh. I tried to say "Yes Mistress," but it game out as an inarticulate mumble. She began to rub my head around her boob. I was able to gasp for breath before she pulled me tighter again. "How are you at sucking nipples? What about pussy? Do you think you can satisfy me?" she asked. She had a completely condescending tone. Just like I expect from a strong Domme and just the kind that made my knees weak. I was glad I was sitting in a chair. She continued to hold my face pressed against her breasts for another 30 seconds or so. I began to feel light headed. Then she released me and stepped back long enough to remove her g-string. "At last, " I thought. "She wants me to lick her pussy." But I misjudged her interests. Instead she pressed her smelly, wet underwear against my nose. "Smell my scent," she commanded. I took a exaggerated deep breath. Then I felt her take one of my hands and bring it up to her sopping g-string. "Keep smelling it and then lick it clean while I get myself off," she commanded. I did as she asked. Fortunately it was a tiny g-string so it didn't cover my eyes. I watched as she sat down in the recliner and spread her legs. She put one leg over each armrest and began stroking her pussy. It was glistening in the light. Larkin continued to verbally abuse me while she played with her clit. It was obvious she was getting off on telling me what a dirty, nasty slut I was (true) and how nice girls wouldn't let themselves get in this position (also true) and then she taunted me to see if I was getting turned on by tasting her pussy on her panties. I was ashamed to admit that was true as well. Her abuse, the events of the night and the buzzing egg in my pussy had me begging her for permission to cum almost immediately. "How long does your Mistress make you wait?" she asked me. "Never this long before," I replied. Her tiny dressing room began to reek of aroused female, as she got closer to the release she sought. Holding her panties tight to my face I reached down with my other hand and began rubbing my own pussy. That action brought a quick rebuke as Larkin reminded me that I was there for her pleasure and not my own. I whimpered in frustration and although I couldn't tell if she reacted, I was willing to bet that she enjoyed hearing my displeasure. Then, without warning, the door opened and a dancer I had not seen before walked into the room. She was talking on her cell phone and initially oblivious to what was happening. She asked Larkin if she could use her eyeliner without breaking the cadence of her phone call. When she finally looked down expecting an answer she saw me. The look on her face was priceless. Then she turned at looked at Larkin whom I thought would climax triggered by excitement of exposing herself to this new girl. But she just said "sure," without missing a stroke although she did give a throaty moan right after it. The girl looked back at me since I was blocking access to the dressing table. I started to move out of the way but the girl pivoted again looking at Larkin. "Send over your friend with it when you are done. I could use a good fluffing before performing tonight." "Fine, but go out to the bar and get the remote for her vibe. If we don't turn it off soon she will be worthless to us." The girl agreed and then turned back at me and smiled. "I love MILFs," she said before peeling down her panties and tossing them too me. I caught them out of the air with my previously pussy stroking hand. I also took another deep breath of Larkin's scent. I was getting light headed by the turn of events. "My boyfriend fucked me while I was wearing those before I came to work. He gave me a creampie. Be a dear and clean them for me before you bring the eyeliner." She didn't wait for an answer. She just walked out of the room. I looked at Larkin who was clearly about to orgasm. "Switch panties," she told me. "Suck his cum off them." She was obviously turned on by the nasty side of what I was doing. It was one thing for me to sniff her panties since I was doing my best to seduce her. But this other girl was a stranger I'd only met for less than a minute. Yet there I was licking her boyfriends cum, which had dripped out of her pussy, out of her soiled panties. I was completely lost in the eroticism. Larkin had a noisy orgasm shortly thereafter and I found myself wishing she was wearing her panties again so I could have cleaned her fresh cum out of them. I also wished Larkin would have given me leave to crawl to her and taste the source of her pleasure. But she was a pro and it was time for her third and final show. She told me to switch places with her so she could get ready. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs like she had done hoping to entice her. But it didn't work. Like most Dommes, she was in complete control of her emotions. She had used me to help her get off, but now if was time to dance. I sat there lost waiting for affirmation. Then the egg turned off. Apparently the remote worked from the hallway. Although my legs were spread and my pussy was leaking, I dared not touch it. I kept lapping at the other stripper's panties. Larkin told me to give hers back and slipped them back on. She then tossed me the eyeliner the other dancer requested. "I needed that cum," she told me. "But I'm not 100% on taking you home yet. I'll have to see who is out there for the late show. That's when the generous guys usually show up. Go take care of Kerry. She likes her pussy licked before she dances. If any of the other girls want anything, take care of them too. You can join your friend when you are done." She then walked out of the room leaving me spread and on display. I was distressed that she had not decided to take me home (or to her hotel) but at least there was an opening and that possibility. I didn't want to miss any of her set, so I jumped up and went to the other dressing rooms looking for the other dancer. The first room was full of women jockeying for position around a small vanity trying to get their makeup right so they could get out on stage, but no Kerry. I found her in the second room. It was less crowded. There were three other dancers with her. She scolded me saying "it's about time," when I walked in and handed her the eyeliner. I also handed her panties back to her. Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 06 "Why did she have your panties?" one of the other girls asked. "This is Larkin's new toy. She gets all the hot ones. This one cleaned Tommy's cum out of my panties for me. She gets off on licking dirty underwear. Don't you slut." The girl was talking to me in a domineering tone, although I didn't peg her for a Domme. I think she was just trying to pretend. Of course that didn't prevent me from agreeing with her. I bowed my head in submission. "Yes mam. I like to smell and lick panties," I confessed. The girl who had asked about me now took charge. "I don't have a BF, but I did masturbate twice in these panties today. Why don't you clean them out for me?" I expected her to pull her panties off, but instead she just sat down and spread her legs. She didn't have to give me any more details about what was expected. I dropped to my knees and crawled between her legs. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the front of her panties. The taste was very strong. I could tell she wasn't the cleanest down there. I pulled my head back as I did not enjoy her taste. But she was having none of it. She grabbed my head and pulled me back tight against her smelly snatch. "I know they're stinky, but you middle aged women love us young girls, don't you?" she mocked me. I was unable to respond as I had a mouthful of her soiled undergarment and she was still holding my head, but I managed to move enough to nod. "Come on Kelly," I heard a young voice behind me say. "You need to get on-stage or Toby is going to be pissed." I felt the girl drop my head and push me away. I was kneeling in front of her as she stood up looking down at me. "Stick around until after this set and I'll let you eat my pussy," she told me before walking out of the door. I didn't say anything. I really wanted to get back to Larkin before somebody else scooped her up for the night, but I wasn't going to tell Miss Smelly Panties that. I did get a nice view of her ass as she walked out of the door. Then I started to get up. "Not so fast," the young voice said again. I dropped back to my knees reflexively and then turned my head to match the voice with a face. She did not disappoint. I know the dancers all have to be at least 21 since the club served alcohol, but this girl was definitely playing the role of jailbait. She was a pixie wearing a Catholic schoolgirl outfit and had her hair pulled back into two pigtails. She was the only girl I had seen who was not wearing high heels. She had on black leather dress shoes completing her outfit. She looked like she didn't have a lot of mileage on her and definitely looked too innocent to be working in a place like this. Of course, looks can be deceiving. "Do you like my outfit," she cooed. I nodded. "I make lots of money from mommies and daddies," she told me. Then she lifted her tiny skirt and I discovered she was wearing a very tiny Hello Kitty panty. I began to drool. Mommy/daughter was never a fantasy of mine, but this dancer was perfection and she knew it. I began to crawl toward her. It was my intention to bury my face between her strong, toned legs, but she wasn't that easy. "I should be on stage right now making money," she told me. "If you want to lick my panties, you have to pay me." As humiliating as it was to lick the other dancers' panties, a fresh wave of shame washed over me as I realized there was no question that I would acquiesce to her demand. My tiny purse was still strung over my head so I hurriedly opened it up and grabbed a twenty. I lifted my hand to her as an offering. "You can do better than that," she said. She also started rubbing the front of her kitty slowly. Her hand mesmerized me slowly, hypnotically moving up and down over the cartoon character. I grabbed another $20. "That's what I make on the stage just from sniffers row. You have to make me your VIP if you want to taste my sweet, delicate flower." She pulled the edge of her panty over just enough to let me see her pussy. I could tell how turned on she was by playing this game. Her lips were puffy and her juices made her labia glisten. I did was to eat her, but I also needed my money for Larkin. I had just enough for one more trip to the VIP room. "I can't," I told her. "I need that money for someone else." "Ain't nobody here with as sweet a pussy as me," she boasted. "It's complicated. I want to eat your pussy, but I can't spend $200 to do it. Please let me eat you for just $40," I pleaded. "You make me sound cheap," she countered. "What other pussy in this place is worth $200? My pussy is the best. It is tight and tasty." I couldn't believe I was having this discussion. I was on my knees in the dirty dressing room of a strip club arguing whose pussy I should pay to eat. It was beyond degrading. But my own panties were soaked through. I took several deep breaths and then decided to come clean. "My Mistress wants me to pick up Larkin Love tonight." I hung my head in shame. "That's understandable," she said without missing a beat and seemingly without judging me. "If you like big women, those fake tits of hers are really something." She then dropped her skirt and started unbuttoning her button down dress shirt. "Mine are not too big," she began. I watched as she pulled her shirt open. She had tiny boobs, a B cup at most but maybe even just an A. "But I'm blessed with big tasty nipples," she said while she began to rub them. "They are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them sucked." Her actions were very deliberate. Her nipples were spectacular as they responded to her fingers and engorged with blood. She was clearly trying to seduce me and take my money. And it was working. I was falling under her spell. "I've worked with Larkin before. You're not her type. I'm sure the rich guys who come for her last set are lining up for the VIP room." "I know she likes women too," I told the young dancer. "She does like women," the girl confirmed. "But she likes them to be take charge women. You're way to submissive for her. The fact that you're groveling before me to kiss my pussy proves that." I was crestfallen. My plan to offer my services to Larkin was failing. "I've watched her videos though. I know she is a Domme," I said. "With men yes," the stripper said while still taunting me by rubbing her nipples. "And on screen, definitely yes. Much more money to be made doing what she does. But in her private life, at least with women, she like to give up control." The girl stopped paying with her nipple and lifted her skirt again. There was now a visible wet patch on her kitty's head. My eyes were drawn to it and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. "I don't have time to waste. Either treat me like the VIP you know I am or I'm leaving," she told me. I was still kneeling on the dirty floor. My mind was racing. This girl was amazing and she had the right attitude in how she was treating me. But I had been fantasizing about submitting to Larkin ever since I had looked her up on the Internet. Even half an hour ago she seemed to relish dominating me. I couldn't believe she was really a switch with women. But then again, maybe she just needed some quick relief and I was a way to do that. Maybe she was fantasizing about submitting to me while she got herself off. Maybe... Oh my head was spinning. "Time's up slut," the dancer told me. "Pay me for the privilege of serving me or run back to Larkin and find out what I'm saying is true." I could feel her eyes on me as my hand moved toward my purse. I was still struggling with making this decision so I didn't open my purse right away. I was looking down at the girl's feet. I couldn't lift my head. I was so embarrassed to be in this situation. When I heard another female voice I finally looked up. "Who's the mommy slut?" another dancer asked. She had obviously just finished a set as she was only wearing a g-string and covered in sweat. "She is about to pay me $200 to pleasure me," my Hello Kitty goddess told her. "We'll hell honey," dancer number two exclaimed, "I'm horny as can be after my fifth set tonight. You can eat me for free." That sounded much better to me. As horny as I was I had the hope that this girl might reciprocate if I did a good job for her. I stood up trying to break the spell the first girl held over me. "Sorry to disappoint you," stripper number one told stripper number two. "But this one wants me and will be masturbating for weeks because she had to pay to lick my pussy." As I stood I came face to face with her and finally could look her in the eye. At first she didn't say anything more. She just stared at me. I could feel my willpower to resist her drain from my body. "You see this one has been around the block," the young girl told her coworker. "See the wedding ring? She has a man at home, but here she is. You have to know how to handle a woman who crave another woman. Not too many of them walk in here, but the ones that do will pay your rent." I began to feel almost faint. The girl continued to look me in the eyes. She was looking through me into my core. Mistress Jacqui had given me orders, but this girl had tapped into my soul. I began to drop back to the floor. "What's her name?" the second girl asked. "It doesn't matter," my new dominant friend told her. "Don't get attached. She'll be back for more next weekend. She knows where to find me. Once you find a sugar mama, just tip the bouncer on duty and he'll look the other way." She then turned her attention back to me. "Open up that wallet sweetie. Give me all your cash." I did so without further hesitation. She had broken me. Of course it was much more than the $200 she had asked for. It was well over double as I had been prepared to purchase Larkin's attention in the VIP. "See," my newly appreciative partner told her friend. "$475 and all I have to do is sit back and have my new mommy eat my pussy. Not a bad way to make a living." Dancer number two did not comment. My face was flush as I had been exposed before them as a pussy craving sub slut. "Kiss my kitty," the girl told me as I got the first taste of her juice through the Hello Kitty panties. The girl didn't seem to be reacting, but I was enjoying myself. After maybe a minute, she told me she wanted to sit down. When she did, she also removed her panties. Now I could really go to work on her and I did with gusto. I'd paid for the chance to eat her juicy pussy and I intended to enjoy it. The girl was not giving me much feedback except for affirmative comments when the other dancer asked her questions about how I was doing. Apparently dancer two had never been with a woman before and wanted to know what it was like. "Put your hands behind your back," I was ordered and immediately I did. "See how she follows commands?" my girl told her friend. "That's how you know she is a winner. I could take her home with me and she would do anything I told her all weekend just to please me. You could take her home, tie her up and take turns with your boyfriend raping her. She wouldn't say no. She's a sub slut who loves to be told what to do." My head was spinning because I knew she was describing me perfectly. "Really?" the other girl asked. "She'd fuck my boyfriend. He's always bugging me to have a three-way." "Spank her ass a couple of times and ask her yourself." I was crazy with lust not knowing the names of either of these young dancers. Although I wasn't old enough to be their mothers, there was a definite age element to how our relationship was developing. Dancer two was definitely inexperienced in the world of kink. Her first two spanks on my ass were tentative and relatively soft. When she asked about having a three-way with her boyfriend she was not assertive. She should have told me I was going to do her boyfriend. I decided not to answer at all until she asked me properly and kept eating girl number one with gusto. "Why didn't she answer," I heard her ask her friend. She chuckled. "This one as been trained well. You didn't make an impression on her. Hand me my hairbrush." "Now we are getting somewhere," I thought. The girl ordered me to stop pleasuring her (I was really pleasuring myself by eating her) and to put my head to the floor. That left my ass high in the air waiting for her discipline. "To get the consideration of a slut like this, you need to get her attention." She was in an awkward position sitting in front of me, but she was able to lean forward and wind up. The first blow was firm, stinging, and made me shout out in pain. Well, maybe not pain, but surprise. Usually Mistress starts with a few light impacts to warm me up. The girls seemed to like that I screamed. "You have to show a slut who is boss. Plus I am sure she gets off on spanking." Several addition quick swats rained down on my ass. I howled, but I didn't try to get up. Girl one pulled my mouth back onto her pussy. Of course I resumed my ministrations to her albeit with renewed enthusiasm. "Here," she said to the other girl. "Take my hair brush. Spank her until she makes me cum." I hoped she was close after all the work I had put in on her. I also hoped her spanking me had aroused her further. Since she was pretty quiet and I'd never been with her before, it was a challenge to read her body language. Except of course the copious amount of juice flowing from her pussy. Stripper number two was not as forceful as number one had been and I appreciated that. I can take a long hand spanking but the hairbrush was much more harsh. The girl kept asking questions about how hard to hit me and whether or not to concentrate on one area. (By the way, the answers were "as hard as you want" and "yes, bruise her so her hubby knows what she is.") I could tell she was still unsure of herself because after a couple of very hard blows, she lowered the force. Then she asked if she could finger my pussy. I wasn't expected that. I wiggled my ass as an invitation. Stripper number 1 made fun of me silently begging for it, but then thankfully told her friend to go ahead provided "I didn't cum before she did." I mouthed into her pussy "Of course not Mistress." Then I moaned as I felt two fingers push inside of me. "What the hell is that?" asked stripper two. I realized she was talking about my egg. I wiggled my ass and she pulled it out. "Well, damn," she exclaimed. "She has a vibe in her snatch." "What a dirty girl," stripper one retorted. "Fuck her harder for being such a bad girl." I knew it would not take long of her finger banging to bring me over the edge. I just had to earn that cum by making number one cum first. I continued eating her and nibbling on her clit. I should have reached up and played with her nipples. She had already confessed how quickly that gets her off, but I was enjoying holding my hands behind my back too much. Even though they were not cuffed, just holding them in the small of my back was giving me a thrill. Finally girl one pulled my hair and wrapped her legs around my head. With an "oh baby" and "good mommy" she orgasmed into my mouth. I dutifully lapped up all her girl cum until she released my head and pushed me back slightly. Of course I didn't get up. I concentrated on rutting my pussy back onto the hand busily banging me. As I forced my ass back onto her hand I called out for her to spank me more while she fucked me. I was not nearly as quiet as girl one had been. I'm sure they could hear me throughout the backstage area where the music is reduced to a relentless dull beat. She spanked me a couple of times and I could feel a whopper of an orgasm building. Then number one really fucked me. "Stop for a second. Just hold your fingers still." Girl two stopped finger fucking me. I didn't care. I kept forcing myself back onto her hand. Girl one grabbed my hair again and pulled my head up. "Don't get greedy," she told me. Then she said to the other girl, "Now ask about the threesome with your man." You know how I felt about only playing with girls because that isn't "cheating," but in my hyperaroused state, it didn't take much convincing to promise to be "their play toy." Truthfully I wasn't sure if I would to go through with it (In the moment I wanted to but I figured after I came I might change my mind.) Then girl one said word I definitely wasn't expecting. "Well let's introduce her to him." Girl two backed away and girl one stood up. I was left high and dry which I wasn't about to let stop me. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I was close. Real close. But a sharp crack with the hairbrush (harder than the others) and a verbal admonishment brought me back to reality. Stripper two then offered her hand to help me off the dirty floor. God how I needed to cum. But apparently these two young girls were not going to allow that just yet. I was led back into the hallway that led to the stage area. I was disheveled and looked exactly like I felt. None of the guys in the club would have any trouble figuring out what I had been doing. My humiliation was continuing. As we reached the door I suddenly thought about Jennifer. I had left her alone a long time ago. I hoped she was alright. "Are you here with someone?" stripper one asked. I told her I was. "Well go to your table. We'll be right over." I nodded and began to walk alone back to our booth. Jennifer was sitting alone. I though she might be pissed at me, but she smiled. As I slid into the booth she leaned over and kissed me hard. She forced her tongue into my mouth. I should not have been surprised to taste another load of cum. I wondered if she could taste pussy on my lips. "Well you look like hell," was all she said. I pointed to the two dancers. "Yeah, it was interesting. The Catholic school girl is a wannabe Domme." I watched as a muscular guy began walking toward us with stripper number two. Number one was walking onto the stage and as I had anticipated, the guys sitting around the stage instantly appreciated her outfit. When they reached the table, stripper two introduced him as Tommy, the club's manager. He shook my hand and said "Starlight tells me you want to have a threesome." Jennifer quickly turned her head to look at me with her mouth slightly agape. "Well maybe," I replied. "But not tonight. I sort of have other plans." Starlight spoke up, "Yeah, she thinks she's going home with Larkin." Tommy replied, "She doesn't seem like Larkin's type, but maybe she'll get lucky. Do you have a grand on you? I hear that is the minimum charge to take her home. But given the crowd we have tonight, that number may be low. Of course as a reputable club we don't know anything about that." I didn't want to tell him another one of his strippers took all my money and made me beg to lick her panties. Starlight then interjected. "Tonight may still work out. Angeline took all her money backstage. She's broke." He looked down at me with a predatory look in his eye. "Not broke," I replied. "Just cash poor at the moment. My friend Jennifer is going to loan me some money and I'll get the rest out of the ATM." "I'm not judging you," Tommy said. "Most ATMs around here only let you withdraw $300 a day so unless Jennifer has $700, you're probably out of the race for Larkin's affections. Actually you probably need $1200 from your friend." Jennifer then spoke up. "I'd give it to you but I'm down to my last $200. Sorry." Just then Larkin walked out of the VIP. My lust for her instantly returned, as did the fire Starlight left behind in the dressing room. The three other people at the table all saw my eyes glaze over as I watched her walking back toward the dressing room. She was almost there when Tommy waved her over. I started getting nervous. "Hi babe," he greeted her. "What's the top bid so far?" Bad Wife, Good Sub Ch. 06 Larkin replied, "$1,750 and he has big dick." "Well this fine lady wants you too. But she's broke." "I know," she stated matter of factly. "We met earlier. Did you take care of my friends?" she asked me. "Yes, but Angeline took all my money and Starlight here just finger fucked me until I was ready to cum and then she stopped," I told her trying to sound mad. "That's too bad," Larkin said. "Is Angeline wearing her Hello Kitty panties tonight?" I answered yes. We all turned to look at her as Angeline started a lap dance two tables away from us. "Stand up," Larkin ordered. "Who has her remote?" "I don't know," I replied almost pleading. "They took the egg out in the dressing room." Of course I also obeyed her command. By the time I was standing next to her, my knees were weak again. By the time she put her hand under my skirt and started rubbing my drenched panties, I was panting. "They really left you desperate and wet, didn't they?" she said sarcastically. I nodded. "Let's see if we can take care of that," she said. "Hop up on the table." Instantly I obeyed. I wanted to show her how well I followed directions. She reached back under my skirt. "Business is business. I have to leave soon," she said as she began to rub my pussy through my panties. But I'm sorry my young friends didn't let you cum. That was very rude of them. Starlight, Tommy and Jennifer all were enjoing the show as the gorgeous dominatrix toyed with my body and emotions. I was so hot I didn't care that our audience was growing as guys realized I was being masturbated in the open. Larkin paused for a moment appearing to think. Then she told me to stand up and give her my panties. Had I been thinking straight I would have refused that order instead of following it and exposing my pussy in public. Well my skirt hid it, but that was short and I was sure I'd be up on the table again very soon. I watched as Larkin took a deep breath smelling my scent. She then turned and moved the six feet or so to Angeline's lapdance. Angeline was grinding away on a guy obviously happy to have a young girl tease him. "Trade panties with me," Larkin told her holding up my thong. Angeline stood up from the guy's lap and began to pull down her tiny Hello Kitty panties. "What the fuck!" shouted the guy. "Oh, behavior yourself," Larkin said as Angeline slid my wet panties up her legs. I don't blame him for being pissed that his dancer paused, but hell, he got a free beaver shot so why was he complaining? I credit Larkin for diffusing the situation by pulling his head into her ample chest. She then shook her massive tits back and forth against his face. Her sweat greased the way as she assaulted him with her boobs. It didn't take long for Angeline to be back in action as Larkin released the lucky guy and Angeline climbed back into his lap. She then turned back to me. "Up on the table again, but lift your skirt first." Now I was sure other people were going to see my oozing pussy, but I didn't really care. Nor did I care when Larkin flipped Angeline's panties 180 degrees and put them over my head covering my nose and mouth like a surgical mask. The smell and taste was heavenly. Then she went to work on my pussy again and her fingers were magic. "Are you loud when you cum," she asked me. I moaned yes. "Starlight," she now commanded. "Go to work on her nipples. Jennifer you can help her." My blouse was quickly discarded as my breasts joined the free show the club's patrons were getting. Having two beautiful women sucking my nipples while the feature dancer was finger fucking me was a way better show than anything happening on the stage. But I hardly noticed if we were even being watched. My entire focus was on Larkin's jet-black hair, her ruby red lips and her massive tits. My orgasm was once again building like a freight train and I silently prayed she would bring me off and wasn't just doing this to tease me. I think I would have gone insane if that happened and I definitely would have walked out the door no matter what punishment I had to face from Mistress Jacqui. But fortunately leaving me begging and panting to cum wasn't in Larkin plan. A consummate performer, she was giving the patrons one final show before she took her act more private and more profitable. I remember hearing a song end and realized the DJ didn't start another one. Larkin was forcefully finger banging me now and as I looked around everyone in the place was looking at me. Hello Kitty entered my mouth with each breath as I gulped for air. Angeline scent was driving me wild as I remember what she did to me in the dressing room and the memories mixed with the stimulation I was feeling at that moment. Larkin could tell what I was feeling. "Don't worry about begging me to let you cum. Just riding my fingers and let yourself go," she told me. I was getting dizzy again from all the stimulation. I was getting close. The crowd could sense my excitement and began to cheer. Then she curled her finger around inside my pussy and began tapping on my g-spot. With her other hand she began to rapidly rub back and forth against my clit in time to her tapping on my g. "Let it go for me baby," she cooed. "Cum for all these people. Show them what a good little slut you can be." I was right on the edge. I wanted to cum but my body was holding out. The humiliation of my situation was glorious. Being stimulated at four points plus the smell and taste of Angeline's panties was driving me insane. I wanted it to last forever. But then without warning, I started squirting. I remember seeing fluid shooting out at high velocity out of my pussy right into Larkin's face. Then I blacked out.