1 comments/  35135 views/  2 favorites

Awakening Ch. 1

By: Melacynthe



It was a day not unlike any other. I had stayed up late the night before, as usual, and slept in till around noon. I woke reluctantly, refusing to acknowledge that the insistent chirping had anything to do with me.

Fighting my way from beneath a mountain of cozy blankets, I braved the cold, one arm flailing about in search of the phone. I took my time, half hoping that whoever it was would give up after the twelfth ring or so, but no luck. On the fourteenth ring I located the ruthless machine, and silenced it by hitting the talk button.

"What?" One eye cracked open as I whined into the phone.

"Late night?" The voice at the other end giggled and I muttered under my breath. She laughed, and it sent a bolt of pain through my head. Great, another migraine.

"What's so good about it?" I fairly hissed in response to her bubbly good morning. She giggled again and reminded me of the day's plans.

"That's today?" I sighed and wrapped a sheet around myself as I dragged myself out of bed. "Fine, I'm up... I'll be in the shower."

I vaguely heard her saying something about not falling asleep again, but the phone was already on its way back to the cradle. I cracked the other eye open experimentally, then relaxed when the light didn't immediately send another bolt of pain through my head. I glared at the phone accusingly as I stood up "Traitor" 

I grabbed a bottle from the medicine shelf, popping three of the pills into my mouth, hoping that they'd kill the day's headache before it had a chance to take residence. Sipped a handful of water from the sink to wash it down, and turned on the shower.

I longingly eyed the jet controls on the giant spa tub, but decided against it. Cheryl's warning about falling asleep had been a wise one, and I wasn't really in the mood to drown today. I wandered back into the bedroom, turning on the stereo as I tossed the sheet back in the direction of the bed.

I wandered down the hall to unlock the front door, knowing that my friend would be here before I was finished in the shower. Cranked up the heat on the way past the thermostat, and headed into the shower.

It was bliss, the water coming down around me in sheets, plastering my hair around my shoulders. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, imagining that I was in the rain forest, and the distant pounding could almost be mistaken for thunder.

I sighed as I relinquished the fantasy, knowing that the pounding had, in fact, been Cheryl letting me know she'd arrived. I poured vanilla scented body wash over the scrubby and lathered myself up with slow, gentle strokes. Once I was covered in bubbles, which quickly slid away from my skin at the water's insistence. I reached for the shampoo as the bathroom door opened, bringing a rush of cold air which sought out my nipples.

"Morning, Dopey." Cheryl giggled as she closed the door behind her.

"Same to you, Dippy." I smiled at the childhood nicknames, and leaned back to rinse the water from my hair. A series of rustling movements from the other side of the shower curtain told me I was about to be joined. I opened the curtain in invitation, knowing it wasn't necessary.

Her flesh was dotted with goose bumps as she slid close to me, seeking warmth. She nuzzled my neck as her hands slid down my sides to my waist, pulling me against her. I leaned close and brushed a kiss across her lips. "I have a surprise for you." She whispered against my mouth before deepening the kiss.

I wanted to ask what it was, but somehow the thought slipped away from me as her hands began to wander. I followed suit, feeling obliged to warm her up.

The shower was our private island, the center of our universe. It was where things had begun between us, shortly after I moved into the apartment two years ago. She had spent the night at my place, after having yet another fight with her, then, not quite ex husband.

The next morning it had seemed perfectly natural for me to invite her to join me in the shower. Perfectly natural for us to wash each other. For her hands to cup my breasts so possessively... So when she had knelt at my feet, pressing my thighs apart, her hot breath blowing across my clit as she parted my lips with fingers which slipped inside... It had all seemed... perfectly... natural... Just as it was natural for things to continue on that level afterward.

We had never talked about it, had never told anyone about it, had never let it change our friendship in any real way. We had just made a step beyond friendship into becoming lovers.

MMM... Speaking of which... I shook away the thoughts and reached for her again, but apparently she had as much as she wanted for now. She was opening the shower door, reaching for something on the counter. "Sit on the edge of the tub." She said as she pulled the shower sprayer from its handle, and knelt at my feet.

I smiled for a moment, thinking I knew what was up, but she shook her head. "I told you, I have a surprise."

I shrugged and leaned back, spreading my legs wide as she pushed my thighs apart, liberally covering my mound in a thick soapy lather. I shivered as she revealed the surprise, a straight razor I had been eying during a recent visit to an antique shop.

"Don't even breathe." She muttered as she lowered the blade and began to scrape away lather and hair. I tried hard not to move, but I couldn't suppress a whimper as I watched her. She knew what knives did to me, had often taken advantage of the fetish. This was torture, sheer torture, and I wouldn't pass up on an instant of it. 

Every movement of the blade sent a shudder through my body. I could feel her hot breath blowing across freshly shaved skin. The muscles in my belly and thighs tensed as she rinsed and inspected her work first by running her fingertips, then her lips and tongue...

My entire body shuddered, all the more intense because of the unfamiliar sensations against shaven flesh... as well as having had to exert such willpower NOT to squirm as she worked. The reward was well worth it.

It was nearly three by the time we made it out of the shower, shivering in spite of the heat. Given my own choice, I'd have fallen into bed, but she had nothing of it. She wrapped a towel around herself and had me stand, shivering, in the center of the room.

Gently she rubbed vanilla lotion everywhere, then wrapped a towel around me and sat me on the edge of the bed. With a quick kiss to the tip of my nose, she left the room. A moment later she returned with a larger package. "Late Christmas present" she smiled as she handed it to me. "Open, open!"

I had to laugh as she stood there grinning at me. I tore the box open, half afraid she'd do it for me if I wasted any more time. 

I nearly dropped the box. The fabric was something silken, soft and clingy. Of a deep burgundy. A black garter belt and stockings. A black bra. She produced a pair of heels, and a jewelry box full of silver hearts.

I stood again at her urging, and submitted cheerfully enough to being dressed. After nearly a lifetime of trying, she had finally convinced me to play Barbie doll. I had drawn the line at excessive makeup, but given her carte blanche for anything else she wanted to do.

Half an hour later I was sitting on a cold chair, fighting the urge to squirm and demand underwear. I'd argued with her earlier, but she'd reminded me that I had given no restrictions aside from makeup. "Besides," she'd smirked "What's the point of shaving, if you're going to cover it up?"

I laughed and gave in as she set about placing the hearts. Several at random points, nestled among red curls. One linked around my ankle, a pair dangling from my ears. A set of chains, one resting in the hollow of my throat, the other nestled in my cleavage. If I moved quickly, or leaned my head back, it would brush across the top of my breasts.

"Done" she proclaimed after several moments of intense study, ordering me to spin and twist so that she could check angles and whatever. Personally, I thought she was just checking out my ass, but was swatted when I said so. I was giggling as she turned me to the full length mirror.

My heart stopped. I forgot to breathe. With wide eyes I turned to Cheryl, then looked back to the mirror. I was dazed, amazed, and quite frankly turned on by what I saw. "Jesus" I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from the vision before me.

"Sexy" she said, coming up behind me. "I can't wait until the party tonight."

Awakening Ch. 10: Work & Shopping



The drive from Emma's was an absolute blur and I don't even remember steering. I had been pretty much on cruise control as I drove, glowing as I thought about everything that had happened over the weekend. I was in a wondrous haze, not really paying attention to where I was, and then, there I was on my street turning into my driveway. I was on one hell of a high and I just rolled to a stop in the driveway. I sat for a second and I turned the car off. Unbelievably, the neighborhood was extraordinarily quiet and still. The solitude was so wonderful that I just sat contentedly in the car lost in my thoughts. 

It was amazing. Only two days ago I was just an average divorcee trying to take her business to the next level. Now I was an insatiable slut who'd fuck whoever her owner wanted her to. As I sat thinking about everything I'd done, I was still amazed at how quickly and easily I'd submitted to Emma. I'm sure a shrink somewhere could have an absolute field day writing a dandy work up on me. As they say, it is what it is.

Even now, as I sat in the car relishing all the memories of all the unbelievable experiences I'd had, everything seemed unreal, yet I knew that I'd enthusiastically agreed to become Emma's sexual plaything. The collar around my neck confirmed that. I mean my transformation was nothing short of stunning, and I loved every fucking nuance. The whole thing was truly bizarre, I realized that, and most people would think I was crazy, but I was so happy my whole body was tingling. I couldn't be happier. Emma now owned my cunt, my ass and my mouth and I couldn't wait to use them to please her and her friends. It was such a huge turn on thinking about all the things that would happen. I had already become captivated by the wonderful, deviant, wicked sex she let me be part of. God, I was a totally different person than the one that'd gone to Emma's on Saturday and I had fallen under her wonderful spell. I had changed so much in so many ways. 

So many thoughts swirled through my head as I sat in the car. Everything that happened was mind boggling and my brain jumped from experience to experience. First there was putting on Emma's leather and damned near passing out from hyperventilating I was so excited. Then Derek entered the picture and I sucked and fucked him, and he took my anal cherry. What a breathtaking experience that was! Then all the fun with the girls at Sappho's, and oh my god, Lenore's gigantic tits and her unbelievably huge pierced nipples. And then I got to experience Victor's massive uncut, pierced cock up close and personal. I remembered how Lenore managed to get an unbelievable amount of Victor's cock down her throat. Oh my god, I almost forgot about Emma fisting me the first time and then Lenore doing it again later at their house. Damn, I'd had one busy fucking weekend. I giggled at my word play as I realized there was other stuff that I hadn't thought of. 

As I sat reminiscing a warm breeze kicked up and blew through the car making my nipples stiffen. I glanced down at my gorgeous, hard nubs and giggled to myself as I reflected. Before this weekend I probably would have gotten embarrassed that my nipples were hard. I used to be very sensitive about that kind of shit. Instead, now I relished the exquisite sensations as I rolled them softly between my fingers. The little shivers running through my body were wonderful. My nipples had become so sensitive, and it felt so good tweaking them. Damn, this was crazy, but so nice. It was Sunday evening and I was sitting nude in my driveway playing with my tits; another spectacular fucking first. 

The part that still amazed me the most was how willingly I had done whatever Emma wanted me to do. I'd never been a promiscuous person so that part surprised me, but as I relived the experiences I could see everything in perspective and I thought I understood how it happened. From the first second I saw the pictures flash on Emma's monitor, I could feel something stir deep inside me. I knew deep down that I liked what I saw and wanted to be a bad girl like the one in the pictures. I wanted to venture over to the naughty side. Those pictures turned me on so much. Somehow Emma sensed what I needed and kept nudging me on, and little by little I began to dismantle the barriers I'd grown up with. She let me taste what I'd always thought of as forbidden fruit and after several bites I liked it a lot and was ready to make it a steady habit. My inner slut had always been inside me. All Emma did was let me rub the magic lamp long enough for the genie to emerge. Thankfully everything happened the way it did and as they say, the rest is history. Now, I couldn't imagine that there would be any limits for me. I wanted to do whatever she asked and couldn't wait to find out just how far she would push me.

I caressed the leather collar and fingered the tiny gold lock securing it in place. I was a collared slut and the rush I felt was powerful. I couldn't even begin to imagine what might lay ahead during the next three weeks; talk about mind boggling. 

I had no idea how long I'd been sitting in the car thinking. I'd truly lost track of time. The sun had nearly set and the house and the trees were aglow in oranges and pinks. I had really enjoyed just sitting here, but it was time to go inside. I gathered up the lingerie from the seat and pushed the car door open and slid out. Being naked was thrilling. I padded slowly up the walk in my bare feet and into the house. As I entered, the pinks and oranges lit up the house and the quiet followed me inside. I seemed to be lost and just wandered around the house aimlessly, finally ending up in my bedroom. 

I entered the room and flipped the light switch and caught my reflection in the mirror. The lady staring back at me was a hot sexy mess that took my breath away and made my pussy tingle. I was totally captivated by the image in the mirror who was now softly caressing the dark leather collar around her neck. I was absolutely radiant. Wow, all the x-rated memories with Emma and her friends surged back again. There had been so many awesome first time experiences for me, but none of them as important as the first time Emma locked the collar around my neck. That seemingly innocent little action changed things forever in my life. Oh my god, how they'd changed.

My eyes were locked on the image in the mirror. I knew I hadn't changed physically, but I looked different. My tits looked fuller and rounder, and my waist seemed to taper just a bit more and my pussy mound seemed more prominent. My nipples seemed pointier and my eyes were bright and alive; almost sparkling. And, even though my hair was an absolute mess and I wasn't wearing any makeup, there was something totally captivating and alluring about the person in the mirror. I did a slow pirouette so I could look at rest of me. My ass was firm and tight and as I stood on my tip toes the muscles in my legs flexed nicely. For the first time in a long, long time I felt sexy and very, very good about myself and I loved the way I looked. 

Before today I bet I had stood naked in front of that mirror hundreds of times, but this time everything was different. Now it was more than just being naked. After the weekend there was something different about being naked and it excited me and made my body buzz. As I gazed at my body it dawned on me that I had been naked since we left Sappho's and a smile spread across my face. I realized how much it now thrilled me for my body to be on display. The idea of being a naked naughty tease for Emma excited me. It felt good being naked and I decided to stay that way. Emma would have concurred. 

I was enjoying the sensation of looking at myself in the mirror and I watched with fascination as I started pulling on my nipples and softly squeezing my fat tits softly. Hmmm, when I was married I had never played with myself but now, watching my reflection it was exciting and fun. I blew myself a naughty little kiss and winked at myself in appreciation of the wicked show I was putting on. I had become fixated with my nipples and couldn't leave them alone. I moaned softly as I pulled and stretched them until they were hard and pointy. Unbelievably, for the first time in my life it dawned on me what a wonderful toy my body was. I marveled at how soft and squishy my tits were and how big my nipples could get. 

I had no idea how long I'd been watching myself in the mirror. I'd lost all track of time again and I wondered what Emma might be doing. I decided that she was probably having a night cap so that's what I was going to do. Plus, it would be the ideal way to end a great weekend. A little bourbon sounded like the perfect way to celebrate the whirlwind trip I'd been on, so I gave each tit a quick squeeze and headed to the kitchen. As I walked out, I snuck a quick glimpse over my shoulder at my ass. It was round, and tight and fucking hot, and I loved the cute little dimples above my cheeks. I didn't really need a drink, but I was so amped up, I decided it was just what I needed. Two fingers of bourbon and just a couple of cubes. Damn, nothing like that first sip; pure delight. 

Checking emails was next on my list. I scanned them quickly and the one from Emma I saved for last. I read through the other emails and thankfully there was nothing pressing that needed attention for tomorrow. I opened Emma's email tentatively, barely touching the key as I pushed it down. My heart was in my throat as it opened. I read it slowly. It was brief and to the point; it covered my dress code and reminded me that I was her slut, and make sure I behaved that way. Hmmm, I wasn't sure exactly what she meant. I'd have to ask her about that tomorrow. Lastly she re-emphasized that I was to always enter her house with my collar locked in place. 

As I reread her email I began fiddling with the collar. The smooth leather fit snuggly against my neck and there was something about having it locked around my neck. I liked the way it felt and it was my constant reminder that I had chosen to be hers. I felt warm and secure with it in place. Her email was very clear regarding my dress. Every day I was to wear a skirt and blouse combination, or a dress; always with stockings, garter belt and heels and of course the lingerie she decided on. Hmmm, this new lifestyle was going to be a real change for me in more ways than I thought. I almost always wore slacks and flats to work. I was definitely going to have to do some shopping tomorrow. My wardrobe just wasn't extensive enough to dress the way Emma expected but I knew I could put an outfit or two together out of what I had. I sent a quick email to Emma explaining the situation and asked if she would go shopping with me tomorrow after work to select my new wardrobe.

I sipped my drink slowly. Damn, the bourbon tasted good and burned nicely as I held it in the back of my mouth before I swallowed it. My mind wandered and I pondered whether I could do the same thing with a mouthful of cum. Just thinking about sucking cock and having a load of warm gooey cum fill my mouth made a shiver shoot through me. Man, I'd done some really kinky shit over the weekend and I had so many orgasms I lost count before we ever left Emma's. So many feelings swirled around in my head; so much cock and so much sucking and fucking. Derek had unloaded twice in me and Victor had pumped his massive load as deep as he could sink his gigantic cock in my pussy. It had been a glorious experience fucking each of them. I giggled out loud as I thought about Victor's cum oozing out of gaping cunt on the ride home from their place. 

The weekend had been an amazing non-stop roller coaster ride of sexual excitement. All the memories made my pussy tingle deep inside and I stared pulling on my cunt lips slowly spreading my gooey juices all around in little circles. Damn, my clit was hard and erect and rubbing it had me breathing hard. My well used, juicy butterfly felt as smooth as silk as I played with it. 

Toying with my pussy was decadent and felt wonderful so I decided to go somewhere more comfortable. I padded slowly back to the bedroom and enjoyed feeling my tits swing lewdly from side to side. Before this weekend, I would pretty much have been oblivious to them. Damn, my tits were awesome play toys. I rooted in my dresser until I found old vibrator that I'd stashed there. It hadn't been used in years and I was surprised it still worked. I crawled onto the bed and spread my legs. The vibrator's hum was nice and I pushed it between my slick wet lips and toyed slowly up and down spreading my slit, stopping just for a bit on my throbbing clit. What I really wanted right now was to be fucked by a big hard cock, but this dildo was going to have to do so I pushed it in as deep as I could get it, and pumped it in and out furiously. Fuck, the dildo was way too small for me now. I pounded it in and out of my sloshing fuck hole. 

I was horny as shit and it really didn't take much of the vibrator against my clit to take myself to the tipping point. I closed my eyes and imagined Derek and Victor's monster cocks going in and out of me at the same time. It was a huge fucking rush pretending I had both of their gigantic pieces of meat in me at the same time. I coated my fingers with pussy juice and pushed two fingers into my ass and worked the dildo in and out of in my slippery pussy. I jammed the dildo deep in my pussy and soon found my g-spot and let it hum nicely against the super sensitive part of my pussy. Damn, the sensations coming from my pussy were delicious. I pushed my fingers deeper in my ass holding the dildo in place while I rubbed my clitty as fast as I could. Damn, the tingle was heading up my legs and I pulled the vibrator out and mashed it against my love button, sending me over the edge. I pushed the vibe back against my g-spot as my legs tightened and I shook like I was attached to a car battery. Jesus effing Christ, pussy juice shot everywhere. That had never happened to me before. 

I collapsed into the bed and laid there breathing hard letting the wonderful sensations settle into my body. Damn, what a slut. It had only been a scant few hours since my last orgasm, but feeling my body quiver as I brought myself to orgasm again was mind shattering. The feeling was addictive and I really wanted the relief. I was finally beginning to breathe normally again and as I did the room reeked of pussy. Fuck, I was a wet mess, but I felt awesome as the tingling began to fade. As I laid there recovering I made a mental note that I needed to get some much bigger play toys and at least two or three butt plugs. Mmmm, shopping was going to be fun. I hoped that Emma would join me.

After I cleaned up a bit, I finished my drink and brushed my teeth and threw a blanket over the wet spot before I crawled into bed. What a fucking weekend! I had a huge smile on my face as I drifted off to a deep sleep. Apparently having non-stop sex all weekend really exhausts a person because I slept like the dead. Amazingly though, in the morning I awoke before the alarm went off refreshed and ready to go. My bed felt awesome so I laid there enjoying the warm coziness of the covers, idly flicking my nipples to life with my fingernails. As I was pondering what the day might bring, my thoughts took a detour. Before yesterday I'd never ever masturbated and now I was laying here playing with my tits. Damn, I was looking forward to being the new me. 

I delayed getting out of bed for as long as I could, but I finally threw the covers off. The air conditioning had made it a little chilly overnight so I needed to slide into a robe although I'd much rather have been naked. I put some coffee on to brew and headed back to my room and reluctantly removed my collar so I could shower. The hot water felt wonderful and I made sure all my important parts were totally hairless. I thoroughly enjoyed playing with my pussy as I maneuvered the razor around it. Since Emma had taken care of all my grooming while we were together, this was another first and I've got to say, shaving my pussy was erotic and made me tingly. I got carried away and pushed almost my entire hand in my pussy. I didn't fist myself, but almost! Feeling that full, spread feeling was intoxicating and it took me way longer than necessary to shower. When I dried myself, I missed having Emma help me; that had been such fun. I sprinkled baby powder on my intimate parts and then slowly lotioned the rest of my body. Doing lotion had never been such a sensual activity.

The hot shower had warmed me so I didn't bother with a robe and wandered slowly to the kitchen and poured myself a cup. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee was magnificent. I savored the smell as I carried it back to my bedroom to look through my wardrobe. Since Emma had already picked out my lingerie for me, now all I needed to decide on something to wear to work. I took my time looking through my clothes as I sipped my coffee. I wanted to look my best and decided on a chocolate brown skirt that was a bit shorter than most I had and a tan poplin blouse that was crisp and could be dressed up. With the right accessories, the outfit would look very professional, yet still a bit sexy. For a second I flashed to Lenore's form fitting darted blouse and made a note to have some made for special occasions. A blouse like hers would really make my puppies look awesome. 

I grabbed the clothes I chosen and took them to the bedroom and hung them on the door. I picked up the beautiful bra and fingered it. Immediately it evoked the very kinky memories of Lenore chaining me to the ceiling and then fondling my entire body as she measured every square inch of me. God, that woman was so incredibly special; a spectacular body and such talented hands. What a wonderful memory! 

I fastened the bra clasp behind my back and my hands were trembling just thinking about her. Emma wouldn't let me hook my bras in front and turn them around. She wanted to see my tits stick out when I put a bra on. Once I got it hooked I tucked each of my tits into the soft leather cups and arranged the material until the flimsy lace just covered the bumpy pink flesh around my hard nipples. Jez, just putting the bra on was a wonderful, erotic experience. The garment was exquisitely sexy yet so incredibly feminine and it made me feel like a queen. My areolas were completely visible through the deliciously sheer, delicate black lace. The combination of my flesh, the black leather and the lace was exotic and incredibly inviting. I'd never worn a more beautiful bra and my tits had never looked more feminine and sexy. It was amazing how just one little piece of lingerie could make you look and feel.

I hooked the soft leather garter belt around my waist and smoothed it against my tummy. The leather was as soft as my skin and the garters hung daintily down my thighs. As I put the stockings on I smoothed the silky nylon against each leg as I pulled them up near my pussy and fastened the hooks to them. The process was sensual and provocative and I was clearly going to have to allow more time each morning since getting dressed had become quite an event. My smooth bare pussy was damp and buzzing by the time I was through. Damn, who knew that getting dressed could make a person so horny? I slipped my feet into a pair of brown pumps and went to the bathroom to do my makeup. I passed "the mirror" again. Fuck, clad in nothing but my new lingerie and heels I looked like a Victoria Secrets fashion model. The way the bra fit made my tits bulge enticingly over the flimsy lace, and the sheer garter belt framed my kitty perfectly. I was a stone cold fox even if I said so myself. 

As I dug my makeup out I mentally cautioned myself to be careful and not go overboard with my eyes. I needed to look like a professional not a prostitute. I probably used a little more eye shadow than I should have, but I thought it was acceptable. It was professional, just a sexier professional. A little hair spray and a curling iron and my hair was done. Then I added some thick gold hoop earrings and several gold bangle bracelets. I couldn't get over my reflection. I looked just like I wanted to and felt sexy as hell; in fact, downright naughty. The bra created a little more cleavage than I thought I should have showing, so I played with the blouse until I figured out how to show just a hint of cleavage; very nice. I took my collar from my dresser and slipped into a silk lingerie bag and tucked it into my purse. I wanted it near me. I took one last look in the mirror. A very sexy, put together lady was looking back at me. I hung my special necklace around my neck and watched the key nestle nicely just above the valley between my tits. What a nice touch. Emma would be proud.




Awakening Ch. 10: Work & Shopping



The morning was warm without a cloud in the sky and the ride to work was invigorating. I always like getting to work early, and today I was much earlier than usual so I didn't expect anyone to be there. The alone time would be nice to relax and prepare for the day. To my surprise my assistant's car was already in the parking lot. I went in the employee door and walked slowly down the main hallway enjoying the way my heels made me feel, both physically and mentally. As I turned down the hall to my office I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting my way. My office felt cozy and I pushed my chair back to sit down. My skirt rode up to about mid thigh and showed off a lot of my leg but the garters were still hidden so everything was oaky. By the time I unlocked my desk and fired up my laptop Arlene was walking in with a steaming cup of black coffee for me.

Arlene had been with me for almost six years and had been very supportive during my divorce. She was a stunning brunette with a nice body who was always upbeat and smiley. She was my cheer leader when I needed one. She just wouldn't let me stay in a bad mood no matter how bad things seemed to get. I'd often wondered why she wasn't married or at least dating someone. I'd have to take a greater interest in her personal life. As I looked at her I was seeing her in a whole different light this morning. She glided into the room and put the cup on the desk. I caught her taking a quick peek at my tits as she sat the coffee down. She straightened up smiling, "Morning boss. I heard you come in. You're sure in early today, and wow, you look awesome." She stepped back to get a better look and smiled, "Damn, Ii mean you really look nice; hot date later?"

I smiled back, "No, no hot date Arlene. I was with friends this weekend and we were talking about appearance and the effect it could have. The consensus was that you should dress the part you're trying to project, ala the Pygmalion theory. So, I thought I'd give it a try and dress up a little bit and look more professional." 

I giggled a bit trying to downplay the whole dressing up thing, "It sure can't hurt, and you obviously noticed." I picked up the coffee mug and smiled at her, "Thanks, this smells wonderful." 

Arlene nodded. I asked her to give me twenty minutes and we'd get together to plan for the day. She smiled her warm, friendly smile and headed to her desk. At the door she stopped and turned back toward me. She gazed at me for a long, long time as if trying to figure something out, "I really like the new look boss. There is something different that I can't quite put my finger on. Anyway, you look sexy, ah, er, awesome." She was a bit flustered, turned quickly and disappeared before I had a chance to respond.

I took a sip of the hot coffee and pondered her calling me sexy. She had tried to catch herself but it was already out before she caught it. It surprised me in a very good way. I liked that Arlene regarded me differently and her compliment made me feel good about myself, and it excited me more than I completely understood. My pussy was tingling and I could feel my nipples hardening as they pressed against the delicate lace. I looked down and saw two big bumps pushing against my blouse. Damn, I didn't expect that. I rattled my head like those goofy cartoon characters do and willed myself to focus on work. Fuck, it was going to be way harder than I thought. 

I turned my attention to my computer and glanced through my emails; nothing new since last night except one from Emma. She praised me for being such a thoughtful slut to ask permission before going shopping. She said she was disappointed but she couldn't join me because of an important meeting she had after work. She encouraged me to select some professional, but tasty things. At the end of her email she reminded me again that I was her slut and to make sure I acted like it. 

Fuck, there was that phrase again. I still wasn't sure what she was trying to tell me. Was I supposed to be slutty or only be slutty with her? A crazy thought like that would never have entered my mind before this weekend. But now, things had obviously changed. I would definitely have to get clarification from Emma when I saw her tonight. I wondered. Even the feelings I had about Arlene this morning were very different than normal, not that I was going to come on to her or anything. I just saw her differently. Was Emma telling me that I was supposed to act slutty if the opportunity comes my way? Clearly there was more I needed to learn about how I was supposed to act. 

I sent a message thanking her and then checked through the inbox on my desk. Not much there either. I sat back in my chair and slowly sipped my coffee. I began thinking about how my life had already transformed and wondered just how much more it was likely to change. Before I came to any determinations, I had finished the last sip of coffee and wanted more. 

I stood and smoothed my skirt and checked to make sure my nipples were back to normal and headed for the coffee. As I passed Arlene I told her to join me when I returned. As I talked with her, I couldn't help but notice that she was checking me out from head to toe. She tried to be discrete, but there was doubt what she was doing. It made me tingle all over so I bent over slightly feigning that I was looking at some paperwork on her desk. Her eyes went straight to my tits. Her actions confirmed my suspicions. She was very interested in my tits. After lingering a second or two, I stood up and told her I'd be right back. 

I walked just a little slower as I thought about Arlene's sudden fascination in my tits. That was another first in my personal little journey. Something about the new me was obviously having an effect. As I walked, I surveyed the office. Everything felt different. I knew I certainly felt different. I waved and said hello to the employees that I saw. All were cordial, but I could see they all had the same question. I'd have to handle that later. As I filled my mug, I smiled, relishing the new me. I took several sips as I just stood in the break room taking everything in. Then I topped off my mug and I headed back down the hallway. As I took each step I swayed my hips maybe a little more than normal and I could feel my damp pussy lips sliding against one another. That had definitely never happened to me before, but then again I'd never gone to work without underwear before either. I had a wry smile on my face as Arlene got up and followed me into the office. 

I covered my smiling face with my coffee mug as we both settled in. I explained what I had learned over the weekend. Well, the part about the software anyway. I asked Arlene to set up meetings with the appropriate people so everyone could get up to speed. Between taking notes, she was trying to be discreet as she stole glances, but it was very obvious. Hmmm, I'd have to pursue her curiosity at an appropriate time. I told Arlene about the confused looks I'd gotten and we discussed how to tell the staff about my new appearance. Since there are only eight employees in total, Arlene offered that she'd take care of it informally, which made me feel good. After discussing several other issues, we were set for the day. Arlene offered to refresh my coffee which I readily accepted. She gave the girls one last quick peek as she reached for my mug.

As Arlene walked away I watched her ass and wondered. I made myself stop thinking and I started checking my email again. Immediately I saw there was another one from Emma. This time seeing who it was from made my heart beat fast and my palms got sweaty. I ignored the other emails and wiped my hands on my skirt and clicked on hers. There were only three short sentences, "Remember, you're my slut and make sure you act like it. Be at my house no later than eight tonight. Don't dare be late." Three photos were attached. I clicked on the first one without even thinking. Fuck, there I was naked, black hood over my head, my arms and legs in leather restraints tied to the bed and Derek's huge cock stuffed in the mouth hole of my hood. My lips protruded from the hood and were stretched tightly around the fat cock filling my mouth. 

My heart fluttered as I fondly remembered how quickly Emma had corrected my behavior when didn't open my mouth immediately when Derek pressed his cock against my lips. Emma slapped my pussy instantly and yelled at me that I was being impolite and I'd better open my mouth or I'd get another smack, even harder. She made sure that I understood how I was supposed to act when a gentleman offers a beautiful cock for servicing. Well, I learned quickly, and it was a lesson that I only needed once. I quickly learned that I loved having my lips wrapped around a cock. Damn, Derek's cock is so beautifully shaped and his was the biggest I'd ever sucked or fucked, that is until Victor, but Derek will always be one of my great first memories and I looked forward to the opportunity to service him again very, very soon. 

I quickly clicked on the second photo like I was an addicted crack whore. This time it was Derek's beautiful cock stuffed in my ass. As I looked at the picture I thought to myself; oh my god he really did get that big thing all the way up my ass! Damn, thinking about the delicious feeling of having his eight or nine inches of hard cock meat shoved up my ass made my heart race. My pussy was on fire. I stared, totally amazed at the photo of me with my ass full of Derek's beautiful dick. My hand slid under my skirt and flicked my clitty as I clicked on the last photo. 

Holy shit! It was Victor fucking me. His huge penis was about half way in my stretched out pussy and Lenore was sucking on my nipple. Damn, when the fuck did Emma take pictures? I was mesmerized by the picture. My god, that was my pussy that Victor's massive cock was stretching the hell out of. I kept staring at the picture and realized I was licking my lips as I thought about his cock. I couldn't wait to have his huge cock in me again, and soon! Jesus, I was a fucking cock whore slut!

I was lost in the photo when Arlene returned with my coffee. She startled me and my first reaction obviously was to get the picture off my screen. I fumble fucked around pushing keys, definitely looking guilty about something, and finally looked up at her. I could tell that Arlene noticed, but didn't say anything. She just sat my coffee down and asked if there was anything else I wanted or needed. I could tell there was definitely something to the way she asked the last part of her question, but I let it go. I didn't want to get into anything heavy with her yet and after a brief hesitation, she headed back to her desk. I was definitely going to have to be more careful in the office. I also decided that I would have to reward Arlene at some point. Her intuition was very, very good.

The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and phone calls to clients. I ate lunch at my desk and when Arlene poked her head into my office to say goodnight, I was surprised it was already five o'clock. Wow, what a Monday. I gathered up the files on my desk and slid them in a drawer and opened my email. I was hoping there would be one from Emma about tonight. Unfortunately only business stuff that I penned quick responses to, but nothing really important. I turned off my laptop and closed it up. The office was super quiet and I just sat there enjoying the solitude. I realized how much I had come to enjoy my quiet time. After a minute or so, I started making a mental shopping list of the things I needed to buy tonight. 

I was finally ready to go so I packed up my briefcase and headed to the car. The weather was beautiful so I hiked my skirt up to my waist and rode with the windows down. The breeze between my thighs felt marvelous and by the time I got to the mall and parked my car I was horny as hell. I slipped out of the car and I'm sure I looked quite the trollop. My skirt was still all bunched up at my waist and my bare pussy and garter belt was on display. I was in that kind of mood so I just started walking. Unfortunately it didn't take long before the skirt began to slide down so I straightened it running my hands over it. 

As I walked toward the mall I decided to practice walking for effect, making sure I knew how to make every step as sexy as I could. I took my time as I walked and learned that tempo was very important. After some quick experimenting I found the gait I liked and learned that if I walked a little slower it was easier to make my ass and tits sway with each step. As I walked through the mall I definitely got my share of looks, from both the men and the ladies; what a nice treat. I window shopped for a while bending over way more than necessary and watched for reactions in the reflection. It was particularly fun when a stocking top pop into view. 

I finally tired of playing my fun little game and headed for one of the anchor stores directly to their business dress department. A very attractive young sales lady with lustrous black hair approached me. I could read her name tag and I extended my hand, "Hi Sarah, I'm Amy. I can certainly use your assistance."

I think I caught her a little off guard. I guess most shoppers are more reserved. Sarah smiled warmly, "I'll do my best to give you the very best service I can."

She was smartly dressed in a classy black skirt and a very expensive silk blouse that hung elegantly from her very large, very impressive breasts. As I explained what I was looking for the gorgeous young thing looked me up and down which made me tingle. After asking about sizes and colors she started gathering things for me to try on. In no time she had selected several dresses and about a half dozen skirts and blouses and escorted me to one of their very posh dressing rooms. Once she had me settled, she went off to find heels to match the various outfits. 

I unhooked my skirt and let it fall and then I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. I stepped out of my skirt and as I turned I found myself in front of yet another mirror. Looking at myself in just my lingerie again made my pulse quicken. The same sensation I experienced last night in my bedroom overtook me. I'd been in dressing rooms hundreds of times in just my underwear before, but this was something special and it made me tingle all over. I watched myself in the mirror and turned slowly. I couldn't get over how sexy I looked. I know that sounds egotistical, but the lady in the mirror was smokin hot. I would have been happy just to stand there and look at myself, but I grudgingly tried on the first dress. Suddenly I wasn't in the mood to shop, but I put it on anyway, and buttoned it. Wow, I was surprised how great it looked on me. It was a black and white print which was beautifully cut and fit perfectly. It was business dressy yet could be playfully sexy at the same time. The dress would be perfect for how I wanted to project myself and I had a pair of black patent heels at home that would go perfectly with it. The dress had put me in a much better mood.

I had just removed the dress and was putting it on a hanger when Sarah returned with shoes. The door opened slightly and she poked her head in to check on me. Her eyes went wide and her gaze went instantly to my tits. I watched as her eyes dropped slowly down my body to my shaved pussy. Sarah clearly wasn't offended or she would have closed the door and left. The very curious look on her face said everything. I mean after all, she had just poked her head into an upscale changing room in an upscale department store and found a lady at least ten years her senior dressed in lingerie befitting a topless dancer not a business executive. Oh yeah, she was more than just a little interested. This was going to be a lot more fun than I expected.

She was clearly enjoying herself and shamelessly let her eyes move up and down my body, from my tits to my pussy and then back again. A small smile crept onto her face as she continued to stare at my body. I was enjoying the situation and wasn't going to interrupt her reverie. Finally it looked like she'd come to some conclusion and her eyes connected with mine. I smiled mischievously back at her and inquired, "Something interest you dearie?" 

I liked using the same words Emma had teased me with on Saturday afternoon. Then I locked my eyes onto hers and spread my legs, rolling my hips forward so she had a totally unobstructed view of my very prominent mound. I knew that look on her face; lust. She was hooked. She couldn't take her eyes off of my tasty little quim. 

I just stood there silently as I watched her stare at my bare pussy. It was a fun game and it was making me very excited. I could feel my outer lips open slightly as they began to swell. I was certain I caught a whiff of my own musky scent. I slipped the tip of my finger into my mouth and sucked it lightly. I was putting on one hell of a performance and Sarah's little pink tongue flicked nervously across her lips as she watched. Her eyes kept moving back and forth; pussy, tits, pussy, tits. She finally muttered, "Wow, that's not at all the kind of lingerie I expected you to be wearing." 

I stood there with my hips pushed forward displaying my sex. I liked being naked in front of her. It was a turn on and I enjoyed being so blatant, teasing her with my body. I bore into her eyes and continued to smile, "Thank you Sarah. That is a wonderful compliment coming from a beautiful young lady like you. Ah, I hope my lingerie, or lack thereof, doesn't offend you." 

She never broke eye contact with me and started haltingly, "Oh god no...ah, I mean, your body is so beautiful and jez...your bra is quite...ah, uh, striking...I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. It makes your breasts so alluring, and your...ah, your, ah... pus, ah your bare vagina. It looks so sweet and, ah, so tasty." Then a worried look flashed on her face and she continued quickly as if trying to explain, "Oh my god, what did I just say? I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't offend you. I was just wanted to be flattering. "

I hadn't expected such a reaction from her. Her intimate praise was really rather wonderful as well as exciting. I smiled at her and nonchalantly handed her the dress I'd just taken off, "I'll take this one sweetie." I gave her the dress and locked eyes with her again, "No, you definitely didn't offend me. In fact, your wicked compliments are quite a turn on. Hearing bawdy little compliments like you just gave me are very welcome. You're a hot, young thing with quite a naughty little mouth." 

Sarah had a confused and perplexed look on her face like she was making her mind up about something. She took the dress, disappeared for a second and she stepped back into the dressing room with the rest of the clothes and hung them up. Then she closed the door, locked it and squirmed uncomfortably for a few seconds before she blurted out, "May I stay in here and er, assist you Amy? May I please? I really want to make sure that you get the service you desire." 

I ran my tongue slowly over my lips and stepped forward and lightly rubbed her silk covered arm. The gorgeous young thing shivered slightly but didn't pull away, "Absolutely Sarah! Having you in here with me would be quite decadent." I paused for affect before continuing, "I can see how much you enjoy looking at my body. And you know what Sarah? I love you looking at it. It fucking turns me on." 

I regarded her coyly, measuring the effect my words had on her. The sexual tension in the small posh room was palpable. I could sense she was very turned on and I wondered if her pussy was leaking as much as mine was. Her hands were shaking as she held up a different dress for me to try on. 

In that moment it was as if some magic secret had been revealed to me and everything fell into place. The weekend with Emma had been truly life altering and I had been changed on so many levels. Emma had taken me to places I didn't even know existed. She "made" me do things I would never have done without her encouragement, but in the end, I enjoyed every slutty thing I did because deep down I wanted to do them. She let me experience who I really was and encouraged me to enjoy it without any fears or worries. 




Awakening Ch. 10: Work & Shopping



Standing in that dressing room, in front of that gorgeous woman I had an epiphany. I was still Amy, but I was so different in so many important ways. I no longer was limited by all the barriers I'd grown up. I loved my body and loved what I could do with it. But most important was my new attitude. I was a confident slutty minx and I liked everything about who I was. In that moment, I realized there was a whole lot more going on being Emma's slut than just fucking whoever she wanted me to.

Being naked in front of yet another total stranger was electric. Emma had let me see the inner me and now that person had taken over; the old me was gone forever. I had new urges and desires that I was going to have to learn how to deal with. One of them ever present right now. I wanted to seduce this gorgeous young beauty standing in front of me. I wanted to push the envelope with her as far as I could. Teasing her had become almost like a narcotic and I wanted more. I wanted to see if I could be like Emma as I dealt with these new found passions. I was ready to go wherever my urges took me. 

I finally took the dress from her and made a show of putting it on and I asked Sarah to assist me. It was a beautiful dress and fit perfectly and I liked it, but it was way too clubby and wouldn't be appropriate for work. I looked at myself in the mirror and loved the deep valley of tit flesh created by the dress. The top of the dress hugged my tits like a glove and I turned to look at my backside. Damn, it showed of the rest of my figure quite provocatively and the elaborate, sheer billowy sleeves were sexy as hell. 

I loved the way I looked in the dress and thought I'd tease Sarah a bit more. I turned to her and used my best little girl sing-songy voice as I bent over to flaunt my cleavage, "Sarah, I love this dress but I think it's way too sassy for work. I think it would be fun for clubbing or going out to dinner. If you saw me out somewhere wearing this dress what would think? Do you think this dress is sexy? Does it make me look like a slut? Would you hit on me and try to pick me up?"

Sarah's face twisted into a mischievously smile for the instant she thought about the questions. Her eyes went straight to my tits, "Fuck Amy, anybody with a pulse would give their eye teeth to get between your legs. Just look how hot your fucking tits look, and the dress is so tight, it looks like it's painted on. You are so fucking sexy, and that dress is absolutely breathtaking on you. And yes, you look like a slut in that dress. And, fuck yes I'd hit on you, but I think you already knew that."

"My, my Sarah, I think you've made me blush. You're just so adorable and your nasty remarks have sealed the deal on this dress. I just have to have it. I'll wear it whenever I want to look extra sexy and slutty, and I'll think of you every time I wear it." 

Sarah couldn't pull her eyes away from my tits. It was such a thrill seeing the effect I was having on her. I stood in front of the mirror pretending to check the dress's fit, but I was really doing my best to tease her. I could just tell that she wanted to play with my tits but she was hesitant so I moved very close to her, rubbing my tits softly on her shoulder. She stood motionless taking it all in letting me do whatever I wanted. I turned and stood with my back to her and asked to help me remove the dress. I felt her trembling fingers grab the zipper and she pulled it down ever so slowly caressing my back as the dress opened. When she pulled on the sleeves to get them off, she made sure her hands grazed against my bra covered tits as much as possible. Her light touches were heavenly and she didn't do anything blatant, but I could tell that she was getting bolder as she felt her way into our little game. 

I loved the attention I was getting, and she was enjoying her part of the game and found a way to touch me whenever she had the chance. It was fun and I made no effort to dissuade her from touching me. Sarah was trying to keep her touches discreet but I was making it very difficult for her because I deliberately stayed close to her and rubbed my hips and ass against her, and when I could, I deliberately rubbed my tits on her. I did everything but molest the poor thing. It was such a rush. 

I sensed that all of the rubbing against her was beginning to get to her so I decided to be even more blatant and see what would happen. Her eyes widened as she watched in amazement as I tucked the delicate lace part of my bra down so that I was now wearing a shelf bra; my areoles and nipples were fully exposed. By the time I was through fooling with the fabric and situating my tits, my nipples had become quite swollen and were sticking out proudly. I squeezed my breasts softly as Sarah looked on totally mystified. I chuckled to myself, winked at her and spoke in a throaty whisper, "Sarah, I can tell that you have lots of questions, so let me start by telling you something very important. It'll be our little secret. You see Sarah, just recently I became part of a very exclusive apprenticeship that I'm very excited about and quite proud of." I took a long pause before I finished, "I've agreed to be properly educated in the talents required to be a very obedient, very naughty slut." I knew that was a slight misstatement. I was already a slut. I just liked the way it sounded.

It looked like she was going to say something, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. She was the proverbial deer in the headlights, except she was much hotter and sexier. I smiled at her as I cupped my tits again pinching each fat nipple softly. I knew the look in her eyes. It was total, unadulterated, wanton lust and she wanted more. She was ripe for being seduced. I rolled my swollen nipples gently between my fingers. The feeling was wonderful and I let my eyes nearly close as I enjoyed the sensation and my little performance. I finally opened my eyes, smiled and slid my hand into the vee between my thighs. Her mouth dropped open as I inserted several fingers. 

The look on her face was absolutely priceless. I'd just totally fucked her brain up. She was lost and had no idea what to think, but she was so lost in desire, she was ready to do whatever I asked her. She had a sex induced dazed look on her face as she started absent mindedly squeezing one of her big tits. The other hand disappeared under her skirt. I don't think she was even aware what she was doing. I could hear her heavy breathing and an odd twisted smile filled her face. She had slipped over the edge. 

Watching Sarah was a treat. I bet that's just the look I had on my face when I was hoping Emma would seduce me. Sarah was completely into this now, but she didn't know what to do next. I regarded her and reached for the hand she had under her skirt. I pulled her fingers to my nose and I could smell the light scent of her sex. She continued to slowly fondle her tit as she intently watched as I licked her fingers. I quickly made a decision as I fondled her hand softly between long licks with my tongue. I looked directly in her eyes and began, "Sarah, I still have quite a few things to try on and I would so love it if you would give me your very best personal service as I try everything else on. Would you be willing to do that for me sweetie? So far, it seems you are very good at whatever you put your mind to." 

Her head moved slowly up and down, but didn't say anything. I had no doubt that from that point on she would do anything I asked. I pointed to the dress hanging on the hook and smiled at her. She looked at the garment and back at me and nodded like she was asleep. As she took it from the hanger she tentatively asked, "What do you want me to do Amy?

I beamed at the beautiful young girl, "I want oodles and oodles of your most personal attention and of course I would like you to be very hands on. I know you'll figure it out. You're a smart, horny young lady. Shall we continue?"

I could see the light of understanding come on and instantly the expression on her face changed. She smiled and held the dress for me to put on. I turned so my back was to her and slipped my arms into the sleeves. Sarah moved closer fitting the dress on my shoulders and I could feel her monster tits press softly against my back. She reached around to fasten the buttons and she rubbed her soft fleshy tits into my back. Her tits felt very, very nice, and her fingers moved slowly from button to button detouring regularly to fondle my bare tits. She was very tender and seemed to be learning what she liked. Very quickly she really got into pinching and twisting my rubbery nipples. She hugged me to her as she squeezed my tits softly and began moaning softly. Damn, I could literally feel the heat from her body as she pressed against me. She had really gotten into her role as my "hands on" assistant and I couldn't have been happier. 

Sarah continued to adjust the dress and got bolder, caressing me lovingly like we were old lovers and we'd done this hundreds of times. Slowly, her finger tips slid down my rib cage from my titties onto my hips and then across my tummy. She whispered throatily in my ear that she thought the dress fit perfectly. She was very content to let her hands roam slowly over my body. She turned me around to assess the fit from the front. She brushed her hand over my tits smoothing the fabric sensually and did the same at my hips. 

Sarah had become very good at this and she was tormenting me in such a wonderful way. Her hands traveled slowly to my waist where she caressed me lightly smoothing the fabric. Her fingers moved up across my ribs to my tits and she pinched the prominent fat bumps in the dress's thin material. She was having fun and I could tell by the smile on her face that she was very pleased with herself. She looked sweetly at me and cradled my face in her hands as she reported, "The dress fits perfectly Amy, and this fabric is very, very nice; sensual in fact. You are stunning and you already know this, your nipples are such fun." She had a very mischievous smile on her face, "Shall we try the skirts and blouses on?

We studied each other intently like we were trying to read each other's mind. I slowly unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off my shoulders. A tiny smile appeared and began to grow across Sarah's face. I smiled back and handed the dress to her. Her face was flushed and her nipples were poking noticeably through her bra against her elegant blouse, Fuck, her nipples had to be huge to make the bumps they were making. I stared blatantly at her hard nipples and licked my lips, and thoroughly enjoyed watching her blush as she followed my eyes to her chest and saw out what I was staring at. It was another deer in the headlights moment but she was still all-in. She handed me a pink pullover blouse as she pinched at one of her bulging nipples with the other hand. Damn, would I ever love to get her naked and really work her tits and nipples over? 

She smiled back as she picked up a mid length black skirt and walked behind me and then held it in front of me. I held her arms as I stepped into it and she began pulling the skirt up my legs. As it got near the tops of my thighs she let it drop back to the floor, but her fingers continued slowly up my thighs toward my pussy. She teased me running her long painted fingernails the length of my swollen pussy. The light touch was maddening and I pushed my hips forward making my intentions clear. She spread my moist lips and began pulling on them, rubbing them between her fingers, spreading my gooey pussy juice everywhere. I leaned back into her letting her know it was okay to pleasure me. Her tits felt like huge sexy pillows. She kept pulling my lips, stretching them softly, but she seemed uncertain about going any further. I loved the sensations she was causing as her fingers gently pulled on my pussy lips. I'd like nothing more than letting her give me a good finger fucking right now, but was I letting this go too far?

I was deeply conflicted and mired in my dilemma as Sarah continued to pull on my swollen pussy lips. Damn, just my luck that things were going exactly the way I wanted but two things were getting in the way. I didn't want to do anything that I'd have to lie about to Emma, and I had to get my shopping finished and make it to Emma's on time. I didn't dare be late. Reluctantly I gently pushed Sarah's hands away and bent down for the skirt she'd dropped and pulled it into place. 

Thankfully the mood in the dressing room stayed steamy and sexy. Apparently Sarah wasn't offended and she didn't miss a beat as she helped me into and out of the rest of the clothes. She had become a very able hands-on assistant and she caressed my body constantly. Her fingers were like little feathers, particularly when she rolled my nipples between them. It was very apparent that Sarah really like playing with my tits and nipples. 

I was still struggling mentally as Sarah helped me take off the last outfit. Part of me thought Emma would be proud of what I was getting her to do and the other wasn't sure, and I didn't want to screw things up. Fuck, I wish knew what to do. Here I was standing in front of Sarah again for the umpteenth time in just my lingerie and heels. Sarah had laid the clothes on the pile and was entertaining herself by gently dragging her fingernails along the underside of my bra and she was driving me crazy. Every time her fingers touched bare flesh, a sharp shiver shot down my spine. My nipples had stiffened into hard pink knots again. Her eyes locked on mine as she shamelessly caressed my tits. The expression on 

her face was almost defiant and the dreamy dazed look she on her face said volumes. The freaking dressing room reeked of the pungent odor of sex.

This unexpected experience with Sarah had been a non-stop roller coaster ride, kinda like Saturday afternoon with Emma and I'd been trying to process my swirling emotions and my new unexplained urges and desires. I was amazed that it had been so easy for the two of us to get to this point. As Emma lingered in my mind, a wild, crazy thought popped into my head. What if Emma set this whole thing up? She'd already blown me away with all the things she was capable of; it was provocative thought. The real question was, If this was one of her talented efforts, was I being tested or was I being trained? Fuck, I couldn't believe I was really pondering that thought while I let Sarah idly play with my tits. 

I had Emma stuck in my mind and it was as if I was channeling her which provide some much needed clarity, and all the pieces began to fall into place, and I was understanding the new me. It was as if I'd been given enlightenment and I understood all the emotions and urges I'd been feeling. Whether this was Emma's doing or not, I made a decision. Damn, Sarah was so innocent and wanted to please me so much and she was so clueless about the effect she was having on me. She was one hot little bitch. 

I turned so that my back was to Sarah and slowly backed into her until I felt her big silk covered tits press against my back. Sarah didn't need any instructions. Her talented hands slid around me, softly caressing my tummy. Her hands moved slowly and skillfully up my ribs and began fondling my bare tits again. Her warm lips nuzzled my neck nibbled on my ear planting little kisses up and down my neck. They were soft lingering kisses that sent chills down my spine and made the tingle in my pussy red line. 

I loved the way her body felt pressed against me and I let her hands roam freely up and down the front of my body. I sensed that my earlier disruption had not dissuaded her from wanting to play with my pussy. Her hands moved slowly downward to my very wet opening. I was looking forward to her touch, but suddenly I felt a compelling need to be in control. This was a brand new emotion. This wasn't about the sex and that confused me. It was totally about calling the shots. I grabbed her hands and held them for a second and then turned slowly around to face her. As soon we were face to face I kissed her hard. It was a long, lingering tongue kiss that had my heart beating like a drum. Both of us were breathing hard when I finally lifted my lips from hers. Sarah's eyes were half open and she had a dazed, but happy look on her face. She managed a weak smile, "Jesus Amy, I've never done anything like this in my life. You are one of the sexiest women I've ever been around. I just had to feel your pussy again. It's like I have absolutely no control. I just had to touch you. I hope you aren't horrified."

I loved that she used the word "pussy." I took her hands in mine and kissed them softly, "Sarah, everything you've done has been absolutely perfect. I couldn't ask for a more beautiful and willing assistant." 

I kissed them again and as I looked into her eyes it was if Emma's brain was connected to mine and I understood the desires running through my body. I took her right hand and slowly pushed in down and pressed her open palm against my bare pussy like she'd done to me. She didn't resist and I kept pushing her hand against my sex. I leaned my head forward near her ear and whispered, "Sarah, I want you to do what I tell you. Now put your fingers in my cunt." 

I slipped my tongue in her ear and gave her a light kiss and leaned away. Sarah eyes were wide open and she was staring at me in total confusion. I know she had to be confused because I was totally confused. I had stopped her twice from doing exactly what I now commanded her to do. The uncontrollable urge for her to do what I wanted overwhelmed me. It was weird because I never had those feelings with Emma. I had no idea where these emotions were coming from but they were strong and there was something thrilling about being driven by them. A different side of my new persona was appearing. I stared into her eyes, "You heard me. Don't make me tell you again." 

This time there was no hesitation. Immediately one of her fingers poked tentatively into my slippery opening. Her slender finger felt absolutely exquisite and the emotions I felt as she slid it all the way in were unbelievable. Having her finger inside me was an incredible rush and her eyes locked on mine as she slowly finger fucked my juice hole. Without having to be told, she added another finger and continued my pussy massage. She ran her fingers the entire length of my slit pushing my lips wide. Her fingers found my clit and rubbed it slowly and I couldn't contain my moans of desire and pleasure. I humped her fingers slowly and gasped loudly, "Put all of them in Sarah." 

She followed my instruction immediately and I was insanely pleased that she had obeyed me so quickly. I was strangely very proud of myself but I still wasn't sure why. I spread my legs allowing her all the access she needed to play inside my sopping pussy. Her eyes were fixated on her hand as it pumped in and out of my love tunnel. I thought about having her fist me, but rejected the idea as being too much for Sarah to process. 

Damn, that wonderful sloshing noise coming from my pussy was such beautiful music. Sarah was moaning and mewing and I watched as her eyes closed slowly as she sank deeper and deeper. Her other hand was on my butt and was rubbing and squeezing it like she did this every day. Whatever had come over me was powerful and we both were enjoying it immensely. I covered her hand with mine again and made sure her fingers were completely inside my pussy. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Sarah, I want to watch you lick my pussy juice off your fingers." 

Her eyes opened slowly with a dreamy and happy look on her face, but she kept fingers in my warm wet tunnel. She delayed and continued to toy with my slick cunt until I gave her that look. She knew it was time to obey and removed her hand and raised her glistening fingers slowly. She looked at them for a long time like she was looking at something rare and valuable. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled at me as she sucked her index finger slowly into her mouth. She closed her eyes and she moaned softly as she began tasting me. She slowly licked each finger clean, sucking them like she was doing a blow job on her favorite cock. Her performance was incredibly erotic and her eyes stayed glued to mine. She smiled proudly at me as finished her task.




Awakening Ch. 10: Work & Shopping



When she was done cleaning her fingers, she looked at me expecting more instructions. I had to admit that I was incredibly turned on, but it wasn't fair for me to continue teasing her, "Sarah love, if I didn't belong to someone else, I'd take you back to my house and we'd fuck each other silly all night long. You are very special and I've enjoyed every second of being with you." 

I pulled her to me as I continued, "Tonight, with you, I learned some very important things about myself which will be valuable as I continue my apprenticeship. I know you won't understand that, but our unplanned little dalliance gave me important insight into the feelings that have been swirling around in my head. I just want you to know that it wasn't my intent to lead you on and then leave you hanging. This thing tonight just sort of happened and I'm so glad it did. You are an incredibly sexy, gorgeous young lady and I'll always be in your debt."

Sarah smiled back, obviously still confused a little, pushed her hips against mine and gave me a peck on the lips, "Fuck Amy, this felt so right and was so easy. I've never ever been with a girl much less tasted pussy before, and I really, really liked it. Do you have some sort of special seductive powers?" 

I chuckled and blushed, "No, I don't. The remarkable woman who is training me got me through all the clutter that I'd grown up with and let me see who I really am instead of who I thought I should be. I guess my new personality is just showing through." 

I could tell that my last comment had confused Sarah even more, but she smiled and reluctantly stepped back as I grabbed my skirt and pulled it on. I grabbed my blouse and as I buttoned it I purposefully left the top three buttons undone so that my bra and tits would be completely visible. I tucked my blouse in and fastened my skirt. Her eyes didn't leave my tits and I could tell by the look on her face she didn't want this thing to end. I gave myself a final once over in the mirror and straighten my skirt. I was glowing. I definitely liked the lady looking back at me. I turned to Sarah, "Would you like to suck on my tits before I go?"

Sarah eyes lit up and she didn't even answer. She just dropped her head to my tits and sucked a nipple into her mouth, sucking it, and twirled it with her tongue. I caressed her head softly while I enjoyed the delicious sensations. After she had that nipple hard and stiff she switched to the other one. When she was finished, both nipples were swollen and wet from her saliva. She finally looked up at me, "Thank you Amy, sucking your tits was magnificent. Thank you for everything." 

"Sarah, the debt is all mine and with some luck, we'll get to enjoy each other's company again very, very soon. Listen, we have to stay in touch so before I leave let's trade phone numbers. Hopefully we'll become close friends and I will be able to introduce you to a very special person who will teach you a lot; way more than I can."

I could tell that Sarah was still a little dazed, but she gathered everything up and we headed to the cash register. I sure hoped no one else would be using that room tonight before it aired out; it smelled like pussy. Sarah stared longingly at my tits as she slowly folded everything carefully and put it in bags. Finally she spoke low and slow, almost a whisper, "Amy, I'm sorry I keep staring, but with your blouse like that I just no control and have to stare at your beautiful tits. I can't get enough of your gorgeous fucking tits." 

Sarah clearly was beguiled by our little play time together and was trying to prolong it. And, truth be told, I would have loved nothing more than to get her naked and fuck her silly. She was beautiful and clearly submissive, and I understood her needs better than she did. I also knew a very talented person who would take Sarah to places she couldn't begin to imagine. I was certain that when I had the opportunity to tell Emma about my shopping experience, we would see Sarah again, very soon. As I thought about it, my pussy started to get damp again. I already couldn't wait for Sarah's training to begin. 

We just watched each other as she packed everything up. I could sense she was totally let down that I was about to walk out the door, but there really wasn't anything that could be done about that now. Sarah finally had loaded everything into shopping bags for me. I had two new dresses, three skirts, four blouses and three pairs of heels, and the best personal service I'd ever experienced. I looked at the shopping bags full of clothing stacked on the counter and l took Sarah's hand," Every time I wear any of these items I'll think of this wonderful time with you."

She beamed at me and placed the receipt and her business card in my palm. She held my hand as I looked at her card. She had written her cell phone on the back of it. I enjoyed the warmth of her hand stroking my wrist. I stuffed the receipt and her card in my purse and pulled out my cell phone and snapped several pictures of her. I made her unbutton her blouse and pull it open for the last one so I could capture her magnificent titties. I wanted to make sure Emma got the full effect. 

Then I handed her my business card. She stared at it like it had magical powers. I pulled her toward me and kissed her on the cheek and then gave her a soft kiss on the lips. I let my hand linger on her arm near her breast as I thanked her again for everything. I softly caressed her arm with the back of my hand and let my finger nails graze the very hard nipple pushing against her silky blouse. I leaned in and whispering that I'd call her soon, Then I blew her a slow seductive kiss and I started to gather up my purchases. She had a surprise look on her face, "Are you leaving with your blouse like that?"

The way she said it was as if I had no idea how I looked. I smiled at her and her and made a show of pulling the lace back up over my tits. I fiddled with the material making sure my nipples were hard and completely visible through the lace, but I made no effort to button the blouse. I smiled at her again, "This is much better don't you think?"

She stared at me like I was crazy. I stared back, "This is the way sluts dress to please their trainers and that's where I'm going when I leave here. You've made me incredibly horny and I feel very, very slutty so I think this look is very appropriate. You're right Sarah, my tits are sexy, and I like for people to see them. I know you certainly have enjoyed them and you've loved playing with them."

I gave her a final smile and undid the last button. It really didn't show any more, I just did it to tease her and hopeful make her want more. I arranged my blouse so that plenty of cleavage and most of my bra was on display and bent down to pick up my packages. I stayed bent over so she could enjoy my hanging tits. When I stood, her mouth was wide open. I turned and headed out of the store. Halfway out, I glanced back quickly and she was still staring at me. She hadn't moved an inch from where I'd left her and her blouse was still unbuttoned and her rack was on display. Damn, she was delicious.

As I left the store I prudently did the top button on my blouse. I didn't want any trouble for indecency. I got to my car and I loaded all my purchases in the trunk and stood there in awe. Wow, what a wonderful evening. I closed the trunk and saw the clock on the billboard across the road; almost seven thirty. My timing was perfect. I had plenty of time to get to Emma's and I couldn't wait to tell her about Sarah.



Awakening Ch. 11: The Playroom



The drive from the mall to Emma's was magnificent. The traffic was light, the temperature perfect and my body was buzzing with a delicious sexual tingle that thankfully just wouldn't go away. I couldn't shake the wonderful thoughts of my delightful escapade with my new BFF Sarah, and who'd want to. I was still amazed at myself. There's no way I would have done any of that stuff before spending this past weekend with Emma. I couldn't get over how easy it had been with Sarah. She clearly wanted it, but I wanted it too. I wanted to push her and I had fun doing it. I was still very confused that it was so easy for me to be dominant with Sarah because I'd always been a submissive with Emma, and I loved both roles. I loved being dominant with Sarah, but everything was totally different with Emma. The whole switch thing really was confusing to me. Hopefully Emma would be able to explain it to me sometime. 

As I pulled into her driveway I was struck by how different I'd become in just two short, but very enlightening days. Emma had accomplished a lot with me. She let me discover who I am, and I did it without any fear of being wrong or feeling bad. That eye opening experience is something most people will never have the good fortune to have. Embracing my inner slut was like the huge red cherry on top of a delicious gooey sundae for me. Not only did I know who I was, but I understood why I loved and accepted being a collared sex whore. Most people couldn't, or wouldn't admit something like that to themselves, but, for me, admitting it was a huge rush and an intense release. A smile spread across my face as I let that last thought sink in.

I'd sat in the car far too long and needed to head inside. I took the silk pouch out of my purse and as I opened it I brought the bag to my nose and took a deep breath. The smell of the leather inside was intoxicating. It evoked nasty, naughty memories as I buckled it and fastened the lock in place. What a wonderful little click the lock made. I smoothed my blouse leaving the top two buttons undone making sure plenty of cleavage was showing. I slid out of the car feeling very happy with myself and I strolled up to the front door and let myself into the house. I headed to the kitchen where I thought Emma would likely be. 

My heels clicked softly on the hardwood making the distinctive noises that brought back the memories of all the naughty things I'd already done in this house. I was turned on and I was lost in my wonderful memories as I stepped into the kitchen. I turned the corner and froze in my footsteps; holy fuck! Emma was standing there looking just as stunning, just as erotic, and just as exotic as any of the pictures I'd seen on her computer. I could just as easily have been looking at the centerfold of Penthouse or Playboy. Everything about her screamed, "Come fuck me." 

Emma was leaning provocative against the edge of the counter holding a glass of wine in one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. My god, she was beyond stunning. What little she was wearing created an unbelievably x-rated image. A simple black leather waist cincher was laced tightly around her tummy creating an outrageous hour glass shape. The shiny leather nipped her waist making it look tiny and her big, fat, creamy ski-slope shaped tits looked absolutely gigantic. Her pussy looked delicious as she slowly ran her finger up and down the glistening pink slit between her flaired swollen lips. I couldn't control my eyes and they flitted uncontrollably from her tits, to her pussy, back to her smiling face. I was utterly speechless and couldn't get enough of her unbelievable body. My eyes wouldn't stop moving from spot to spot and my breathing was labored and my pulse was pounding through the roof. I was astonished that she looked so sexy, and so slutty yet she looked so feminine and I wanted her so much. 

Fuck, she'd done it again. She'd used her magical powers to completely confound me and the impish smile that appeared on her face told me she was very pleased with herself. Apparently she was reading my mind and the mischievous smile that had been on her face since I walked in the room spread wide across her face making her beautiful eyes crinkle slightly, "See anything you like dearie?" 

I swallowed hard trying to make the lump in my throat go away. I couldn't speak. My breathing was totally out of control and I was shaking a bit just looking at her. I cleared my throat again, working the saliva down and began hoarsely and slowly, "Fuck yes Emma! Jesus, you are the most beautiful, the most desirable, the." I fumbled looking for the words I needed and I finally continued, "Kinkiest, hottest slutiest lady I've ever known. It is my total pleasure to gaze upon you and enjoy your wonderful beauty. I hope I am worthy to be with you and to serve you for your pleasure." 

I continued to stare wide eyed at her, drinking in the unbelievable creature standing in front of me. She defined pure, total erotica. Her red hair was done up in a fancy pony tail that sprouted out the top of her head, cascading toward her back. Beautiful tasseled earrings of fine silver filigree hung delicately from her ears. They just grazed her bare shoulders when she moved. I'd never seen boots as sexy as the ones she had on. The heels were at least five inches tall and the black and white snake skin material fit her like a glove molding to her long shapely legs like a second skin. One ankle was casually crossed over the other creating a provocative valley where her boots pressed against one another. It led perfectly to Emma's very inviting, very smooth, very wet pussy slit; what a delicious x-rated look. Her eyes were dark and smoky and half closed as she continued to gaze back at me and smile conspiratorially. Jesus, she was just off the hook fucking gorgeous and sexy as fuck and I was going to have the pleasure of doing her bidding soon. 

Finally she crooked her finger beckoning me to her. I'd only been away from her for a day, but I couldn't wait to touch her. I walked slowly swaying my hips softly trying to be as sexy as I could in my work clothes. When I got close enough she put her arm around me and pulled me to her. Our kiss was heavenly. Our tongues danced playfully around each other. She tasted so good. She finally pulled back and between little baby kisses she whispered huskily, "I've laid some things out for you in the bedroom. Go put them on dearie. I'll wait for you in the living room." 

I kissed her softly and looked into her eyes, "You are unbelievable Emma. Words are impossible. Every time I'm with you, things go to places that I can't even begin to imagine. It's like being on one thrill ride after another, and if I'm worthy, I hope the thrills never stop." I kissed her quickly and headed out of the kitchen making sure I swayed my ass as seductively as I could as I left. I walked down the hallway unbuttoning my blouse letting it slide off my shoulders as I walked in the bedroom. I flipped the light switch on and could never have predicted what awaited me on the bed; boots just like Emma's, a waist cincher just like Emma's and earrings just like Emma's. I couldn't believe my eyes. How fucking cool was that?

I couldn't wait to get into my new stuff and I was naked in no time. I positioned the cincher around my waist with the laces in the front so I could get it as tight as possible. Once it was laced I turned it around and pulled it up just under my tits so they hung over the soft leather. The feel of the tight leather was such a turn on and the look was fucking pornographic. I watched myself in the mirror as I played with each nipple and they stiffened quickly into hard nubs. What a slutty, sexy look. Emma was simply amazing. I continued staring at myself as I switched my earrings for the silver tasseled ones. They were perfect; so dainty and feminine, yet very sexy and slutty.

It was time for the boots. I sat on the bed and slipped my foot into the soft leather. The snake skin was sexy and erotic and the five inch heels fit perfect. I stood and pulled the zipper that started inside my ankle. The snake skin molded to my calf hugging it softly and erotically. I slowly worked the zipper up my leg until it ended almost at the vee between my legs. I hurried into the second one. The boots were like magic. I looked into the mirror and I was brunette version of Emma...sexy and slutty. 

I redid my makeup adding some darker eye shadow like Emma was wearing and I pushed my hair into a pile on my head with some scrunches I found. Now I really looked like Emma. I looked into the mirror again. Damn, I loved what I was looking at. I looked hot. The high spike heels made me stand very erect and made my ass cheeks tighten into two firm globes. My big titties hung lewdly in provocative arcs and my hard nipples pointed at the ceiling. Damn, what a hot bitch I was. I slid my hand to my pussy and I pushed my fingers inside. I closed my eyes while I pleasured myself toying with the silky pearl at the top of my slit. Damn, what a feeling. I stretched my pussy lips, pulling and rubbing them so that they were shiny with my ever present pussy juice. I marveled as I watched myself in the mirror as I spread my pussy lips wide open like a very pink butterfly. I thought it was a nice touch. I was ready for whatever might lie ahead and headed for the living room. On the way I detoured to the kitchen for a glass of wine. There was a note on the bottle. Pour yourself a glass and join us in the lower level.

Hmmmm, what the fuck did Emma have up her sleeve now? And lower level, what was that all about? I filled my glass headed out of the kitchen. I really liked the sound of my heels clicking on the hardwood as I looked for a door going downstairs. It was crazy how such a little thing like a sound could become so meaningful. As I took each step I swayed my body gently getting used to my new boots and my newly adopted gait. I felt wonderful; like a high class call girl ready to meet her date for the evening. Damn, wouldn't mom be proud? I giggled to myself. Well, I didn't know about mom, but I was in seventh heaven. It didn't take long for me to find the right door. There was a sticky note that read, "Down here." 

I opened the door and started down the stairs. The tassel earrings dangled nicely against my neck and kind of tickled. The lighting was dim but enough for me to make my way down the stairs in my new high heel boots. At the bottom of the stairs I turned down a small hallway and headed in the direction of the music. I'm not sure if there is anything in the world that could have prepared me for what awaited me around the corner. 

I tuned into the room and stopped dead. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes bulging wide open. Not ten feet from me, a big black dude with a hood covering his head was lying on his stomach across an ottoman. Derek was kneeling in front of him with his cock stuffed in the guy's mouth. That was crazy enough, but Emma had a strap-on dildo buried in the guy's ass. I leaned against the door frame steadying myself. Watching the bizarre threesome in front of me made me light headed and I took several gulps of my wine to fortify myself. My nipples had already responded. They were swollen and rock hard and I slid a finger onto my clit and rubbed softly. Derek smiled and waved at me like you do when you see an old friend in the grocery; fucking crazy!

The room was unbelievable. My heart beat faster as I took the place in. A thin red neon tube ran along the walls near the ceiling. It bathed the room in a warm red glow and gave everyone a nice warm velvet glow. Mirrors covered the walls and ceiling, and at one end of the room was a rack sort of thing filled with all kinds of restraints, dildos, and other sexual toys and tools; holy...fucking...shit. Welcome to Emma's play room. I guess Ii should have figured she'd have one somewhere. I mean why wouldn't she?

The action going on in front of me was quite unbelievable, but then I remembered this was Emma. She smiled and beckoning me to her. I sauntered toward Emma making sure I swayed my hips softly showing off my pussy. Since my pussy was right at her eye level I wanted to impress her. As I passed the guy lying on the ottoman I gave him a good once over and he looked like he was in pretty good shape, with nice arm muscles and a really defined back. Even though the lights were low, I could see he had a very nice sized cock that hung attractively between his parted legs. His cock looked firm, sort of semi-hard. I wondered how soon it would be before I'd get the opportunity to sample it. I hoped it would be soon, I was really looking forward to sucking his cock. I smiled as I realized how right Lenore was. I had become a card carrying slut who just loved sucking cock. I smiled even bigger. His cock had a big head and looked yummy. 

Emma pursed her lips for a kiss and without delay I knelt and fed her my tongue. I balanced my wine as I slid my arm around her and caressed her back and neck. Damn, there is nothing in the world like feeling Emma's silky tongue slide into your mouth. Everything about kissing Emma is so addictive. Her mouth is soft and pliant, yet so demanding. I get lost every time my mouth touches hers. I could feel her body sway as she continued to fuck the guy in the hood as we kissed. The notion that she was fucking some dude while we kissed was crazy fucking nuts and my heart beat even faster. I could feel my pussy begin to leak down my thigh. Finally Emma broke our kiss and smiled warmly at me, "You look absolutely beautiful my little slut. You being here is so perfect and I think it's time for your training to continue." 

God only knows what Emma had in mind, but I'd already made my mind up that she could do whatever she wanted with me. I belonged to her and that was exhilarating. Just hearing her words filled me with excitement. I hadn't moved from her side and just watched as she pumped the dildo in and out of the black dude's ass. Emma's face was intent as she held his hips and pumped hard into him. His ass grabbed at the dildo every time she pulled it back. Jesus, I bet that's the way my asshole looked when Derek was fucking me the other night...what a nasty sight. I thought about Derek's cock in my ass and I glanced his way to check him out. Derek was slowly skull fucking hood guy. His cock was covered in saliva and by what I could see the guy in the hood was doing a damn good job sucking Derek's abundant dick; much better than I'd done. 

Emma was holding onto the dude's hips tightly, "He likes having his ass fucked and he loves sucking dick. He's a fun play toy. Check his cock for me and see if he's hard."

Fuck, how kinky is that? I reached under the guy and grabbed his dick and jacked it a few times. I turned back to Emma and reported like I was telling her the temperature, "He s stiff, but not rock hard." 

She had that look on her face, "Get down there and suck his dick. I want you to get him hard as steel so I can ride the kinky little bitch." 

I didn't blink an eye. I put my wine glass on a table nearby and got down on the floor and slid my head under his body. It was perfect. I took about four inches of his thick meat in my mouth and I got a really nice surprise. Hood boy's thick cock wasn't circumcised. Mmmm, he was the second uncut cock I had the pleasure of sucking since my training had started, and he was going to be my first black cock; damn! Wow he had a lot more foreskin than Victor and I took my time experimenting, sliding and pulling his foreskin. Damn, what a fun, fun toy. I pulled it all the way back and licked at his pee hole; his cock twitched nicely. Fuck, this was the third complete stranger's cock I was sucking in as many days. Wow, how my life had changed. I loved the new me. Sucking cock was quickly becoming my number one new hobby. 

His cock felt good in my mouth and I ran my tongue all over his dick as I played with his big balls. He was bigger than I thought I liked the shape of his head. I pulled the skin down from around his bulbous head and tickled the underside of his cock with my tongue. His dick began to swell significantly as it filled with blood. I could tell by the way he was trying to hunch my face that he liked the way I was sucking his cock. As I played with his growing cock and his slippery foreskin I thought how every cock was the same, but oh so different. Playing with this one was fun and exciting and I pulled the foreskin up over the head and then slide my tongue up under it and caressed the end of his dick. He liked that little trick just as much as Victor did and hood boy's cock really started twitching...oh what fun. His rod was throbbing and as rigid as I thought he was going to get so I gave Emma the news. She told me to keep sucking. She'd be ready for him in a minute. She pulled out of his ass and stepped away. Then I heard her yell at hood guy to get in the middle of the mattress on the floor. 

Hood guy scrambled to the mattress and lie on his back with his big cock pointing skyward. He was a solid eight inches and thick, but not super fat like Victor. Derek moved to the couch and sat down to watch. Emma told me to go entertain Derek while she got herself fucked. It sounded like a good idea to me so I got up and joined Derek. Damn, what a gorgeous man he is. He welcomed me with open arms and our mouths found each other immediately. I let my tongue play over his lips as I gazed into his eyes and enjoyed his mouth. He was good but nowhere near as good as Emma. His fingers went to work immediately on my very damp pussy.

Emma wasted no time in straddling hood guy's body and squatted over him. Then she spread her shiny meaty lips and lowered herself until the tip of his stiff cock made contact with her pussy. A very contented look came over Emma's face as she slowly impaled herself on her fuck toy. She looked at me and mouthed, "Thank You." She leaned forward resting her hands on his muscled chest for leverage, and then started riding him like Brahma bull. The black guy moaned loudly and grabbed her hips to keep her firmly ensconced on his dick. Watching his dick appear and disappear was really something to watch. Emma's eyes closed as she bounced up and down fucking herself on his big dong. Her massive titties bounced in every direction like big jelly filled balloons. Fucking awesome!

Derek continued to work my pussy and his fingers were deep inside my gooey tunnel. His talented fingers made my pussy drip and his gorgeous dick looked ready, pointed skyward like a steel girder. Mmmm, Derek had fucking on his mind too and it took very little persuasion to get me onto his lap reverse cowgirl style. He put his cock to my opening and I lowered myself onto him. This time his cock slid in all the way to his balls with no problem at all. I had that wonderfully full feeling again and I rocked softly working his tool even deeper into my very lubricated slit. I bent forward slightly so he had a better angle to fuck me even deeper.

Jesus, his dick felt magnificent as it spread my cunt. Wow, what a difference a few days made. Actually, reflecting on it, it was Victor that really made the difference. His massive cock really stretched my pussy. In any event, I realized again how much I loved that wonderful full feeling. Mmmm, Derek filling me felt so fucking good. I savored the wonderful sensations as he maneuvered his cock slowly around in my pussy. I was pretty much in heaven and my eyes sort of glazed over, and finally closed. 

Other than the music the only sounds in the room were heavy breathing, grunting and sloshy pussy noises. The room smelled of musky, nasty sex and was so wonderful. I was lost in the moment when Emma suddenly barked huskily between gulps of air, "Derek, I want you...to shoot your load in Amy...fuck her hard...and fast... and then I...want her to sit...on Monte's face...I want our...little cum bucket to...eat your hot cum...out of Amy's sweet pussy." 




Awakening Ch. 11: The Playroom



Fuck, Emma was at it again. I'd never be able to keep up with her, ever. Derek didn't hesitate. He pushed me forward onto my feet and turned me so I could hold onto the couch. Shit, he wasted no time and started jack hammering my pussy doggy style as hard as he could. No long smooth beautiful pleasure inducing strokes. No, he was on a mission to blow his load as quickly as he could. Obviously everybody did what Emma wanted. Derek held my hips firmly, grunting loudly as he drilled my pussy. He was working hard and was breathing like he was running a forty yard dash. 

I held tightly to the couch as Derek pounded me, and I watched Emma as she rode hood guy like he was broncing buck. She really worked her cunt up and down his cock. Her beautiful tits heaved up and down in time with her hips. She was in a zone and had a determined stare on her face. 

Derek suddenly stopped pumping and groaned as his legs tightened and he jammed his cock in deep as he growled, "Get ready. Here it comes." 

God I love feeling that first spurt of cum hitting my insides. There's something magic about it and I focused on the sensations Derek was delivering deep in my pussy. Emma brought me out of my reverie with another order, "As soon as...you've dumped...your load...make sure she gets...her pussy on...Monte's...face pronto...don't lose...a drop." 

Damn, this was fucking kinky as shit. My heart was pounding as I thought about what Emma wanted me to do. Derek warned me to get ready and he abruptly pulled his cock out. I hated losing his cock, but surprisingly, I couldn't wait to sit on hood boy's face. The idea was so naughty and it was such a turn on. I squeezed my legs tightly, but a trickle of cum ran down my thigh. Oh well. Derek held my hand to steady me as I lowered myself onto hood guy. Emma took my other hand to help too. I knelt quickly with a knee on either side of cum bucket's head and I situated my pussy close to his mouth opening. He moved me slightly into the right position and I immediately felt his warm tongue lick my gooey slit. 

Holy fuck, I'd barely gotten settled on hood boy when Emma pulled me to her and kissed me passionately. Her tongue parted my lips and my pulse ratcheted up and my heart pounded against my chest as I sucked her tongue hungrily into my mouth. Fuck, kissing her was thrilling; there was just nothing like it. This whole scene was crazy. She was impaled on Monte's cock rocking her hips slowly fucking herself. I was sitting on his hooded face feeding him Derek's cum as it leaked out of my cunt. Emma and I kept kissing passionately using our tongues in very creative ways. Holy fucking shit. Porn movies weren't even this fucking kinky.

We softly caressed each other's tits as we kissed and Emma's wonderful lips felt like silk pressed against mine. There was so much going on and In the middle of yet another wonderful kiss with Emma, I got the surprise of my life. It felt like a small cock was pushing its way into my cunt. Hood guy's head was still between my legs so the intrusion had me baffled. I pulled back to check things out and Emma giggled and smiled wickedly which confused me further. She whispered, "I think you just found out about Monte's wonderful, unique trait." 

Oh my god, whatever it was, it was thick and very long. I shivered and Emma continued, "Monte's tongue is almost a world record. He's got the longest tongue I've ever seen. It's thick and he can make it go places in your pussy that no one else can." 

Emma's smile made the corners of her eyes crinkle. She was delighted with my reaction to Monte's tongue and she giggled madly at the effect it was having on me, but she didn't miss a beat raising and lowering herself on his stiff phallus. Her pussy and thighs were shiny and wet with her own juices and the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing was smoking hot. Emma had her fingers working overtime on her clit as she fucked herself on Monte. 

I really wanted to kiss Emma, but there was too much going on between my legs to concentrate. Fuck, the sensations were unbelievable. He was literally fucking me with his tongue. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feelings. Obviously his tongue didn't compare to the huge cocks that I'd been fucked by lately, but the idea of his big tongue filling my pussy was so damned pleasing and the feeling was so fucking unique. 

Did I say unique? Holy fucking shit...now I had a completely different sensation in my pussy...he was wiggling his tongue like it was big fat worm. It was unbelievable and that familiar tingle started way down in my toes. My legs felt like jelly. Thank god I was kneeling down. The feeling in my pussy was un-fucking- believable. I was on fire. I opened my eyes and stared at Emma and gasped, "He's not just...fucking me...with his tongue...he's wiggling it...like a big fat worm...this is fucking nuts." 

Emma smiled and panted, "Oh dearie, he's just getting started. Monte is one in a million and now he's yours for your enjoyment." 

Then I got another surprise, "I'm going to going to join Derek and keep him company for a bit while you and Monte enjoy each other."

Emma stopped bouncing on Monte's cock and Derek was there to help her stand. She raised herself slowly off of hood guy and his hard shiny cock slipped out of her glistening pussy. His hairless cock landed against his belly with a loud plop. It looked delicious so I leaned forward and I pulled the foreskin back and covered the big head with my warm wet mouth. Emma's juices tasted wonderful and the scent was heavy and musky, but there wasn't a hint of cum on his cock. I was going to get his whole load which was an awesome thought. I took my time swallowing the length of his tasty shaft savoring every inch. Wow, I took every bit of him without a hint of a gagging. In only three days I'd become a deepthroat slut; unbelievable! Now even though hood guy was way more than average he wasn't a Derek or a Victor, but it was fun having his cock deep in my throat so I pulled slowly off his cock until my lips held the head and then I made his cock slowly disappear down my throat again. It was one fucking nasty ass feeling and I loved it. Shit, I was a nasty assed slut. 

The sensation having his cock down my throat was magnificent. I'd never deep throated a cock before and I experimented squeezing his dick with my throat muscles. It was fun hearing him moan through my pussy. I dropped one hand to his ass and began toying with his asshole as I tickled his balls with my other hand. Hood guy liked the ass play because he raised his knees and spread them so I had better access to his tight puckered hole. It turned me on to know that he liked it and I pushed my finger slowly in his ass and heard him suck his breathe in loudly. He liked it. He was a player. I fondled his heavy balls and squeezed each one hard, but not hard enough to really hurt. He moaned his delight into my soaking pussy.

He had me moaning and squirming as he assaulted my pussy and clit with his unbelievable tongue. What a wonderful sex toy. The worm was all over the inside of my pussy. It was maddening. He reached around my thighs and fingered my asshole lightly in return as he fucked me with his tongue. I continued to deep throat him while playing with his ass and balls and he humped his cock at my face in reply. We were both enjoying the pleasure the other was giving. 

I changed my game and moved slightly so I could jack his slick cock while I sucked the mushroom sized head. His moaning increased and he started making noises I couldn't make out. Then his legs got stiff and I knew what was about to happen. I clamped my mouth around his cock awaiting his cum. I was quickly rewarded as the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat, followed quickly by the second and third. His cum was thick and gooey and was a little salty. I swallowed quickly making sure I didn't lose a drop. The sensation of his cum blasting into my mouth was a mind blowing thrill. 

His spasming slowly diminished, but his legs were shaking because I kept sucking the knob of his very sensitive post orgasm cock. The salty taste was delicious and the silky feel of his cum covered foreskin was luscious. I enjoyed the subtle torture I delivered and I loved feeling his cock as it began to soften in my mouth. He hadn't stopped working on my clit and I could feel the familiar tingle starting to run up my legs toward my pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long now. I liked the feel of his soft silky cock in my mouth while he continued his assault on my cunt. Damn, he knew what he was doing. The tingle was growing and I was getting real close. Then surprisingly he took his tongue out of my pussy and ran it up and down my slit. He used the flat of his huge tongue, licking my big swollen lips. He did it over and over again as he drew circles around asshole with his finger. 

The sensations of his tongue scrapping up and down my slit were indescribable and the tingle started moving up my legs again. I was lost in the delectable feelings and wasn't anywhere near ready for what happened next. He stopped licking my vagina and something pressed against my asshole. After a few seconds he pushed his tongue deep into my ass...oh my god! Then he started doing the wiggling worm thing; holy fucking shit. Those sensations were beyond anything I'd ever experienced. My senses went to total overload and it felt like electricity shot from my ass to my clit. I shook like bolts of lightning had hit me. He held me tightly as he pulled on my swollen nipples and continued to drill my ass with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm surged through me. I couldn't hold my head up and finally just lowered my head to his thighs. My breathing sounded like I'd just run a marathon. Damn, more orgasms; I wondered how many. I was worn out, but his tongue was still probing my ass. It felt totally fucking weird because it was soft and hard all at the same time and it felt awesome inside me. I really didn't want him to remove it. There was something incredibly sensual and so fucking kinky about it. I really hoped Emma was taking pictures.

I just lay on hood guy letting him lick all around my asshole enjoying the intense pleasure he was giving me. That was another first and it was quite something. My breathing was returning back to normal and I sensed Derek next to me. I glanced up at his extended hand. I guess there is such a thing as too much of a good thing and he helped me up. Thank god he did because my legs were terribly wobbly and weak. Those orgasms were killers. Emma told Monte to go take a shower. Without a word, he was gone. I guess he was done for the night. Everybody does what Emma tells them to do.

Derek was very attentive as he helped me to the couch. I took a spot in the middle so that I would be between them like I was on Saturday night. Damn, that seemed like fucking years ago instead of just days. I was glowing from the wonderful orgasms delivered by hood guy, and was still leaking juices onto the couch. Damn, seemed like I was leaving puddles everywhere I went anymore. I smiled at Derek eyeing his cock expecting he would sit next to me, but instead he kissed me lightly on the cheek and did the same with Emma and then excused himself. That was pretty much the last thing I expected.

I started trying to figure out what had just happened, but after a second or two I stopped. This was Emma and I knew I would never be able to figure out what might go on when Emma was involved. I was basking in a truly wonderful afterglow and I felt great. Cum was still oozing out of my pussy and I was as happy as I could be. Emma slid her arm around my shoulder and pulled me tightly to her as she wrapped her other arm around me. No words were spoken. She caressed me softly with both hands as she planted little kisses all over my neck. I rubbed her thigh gently in return. Nothing overtly sexual, just nice warm caresses between intimate friends. Emma's lips sent little shiver up my spine and made me tingle. For a brief second I wondered what was next, but it quickly dawned on me I quite literally didn't care. I was hers. I was happier than I'd been in a long, long while and I knew I couldn't wait to do whatever she wanted me to do. 

Amazingly, that evening took place almost two years ago now. Once I had become her sub, it only took a very short time before we knew we were enthralled with our lifestyle and wouldn't have it any other way. Emma and I agreed I should move to her house so I'd be available to do her bidding whenever she felt the urge. Once the move was accomplished, my house was sold.

It's important to understand that I'm not Emma's slave. I'm her submissive. There is a huge difference. We are ardent, amorous lovers and have sex in ways that only Emma could contrive. And, although we do sleep with each other almost every night we are not lesbians, we are bisexuals and we revel in the pleasures of the flesh derived from both sexes. In fact, she frequently takes me to swingers clubs where we are always quite popular with both the men and the ladies. 

Other times, Emma arranges elaborate dates for us. They are always exciting and full of surprises. Sometimes we go out together, other times I'm lent to her lady and gentlemen friends for their pleasure. I've become the favorite of several couples that are in Emma's special group of friends. Some of their sexual tastes are quite kinky. I've even spent numerous evenings with Emma and Lady Heather. In general, we spend the most time with Lenore and Victor. Emma just can't get enough of his huge cock. Truthfully, neither can I, but I really love the kinky games that Lenore comes up with. 

Emma always decides what I wear on these dates and how I am to please the person I'm with. I am always required to share all the details of the date as soon as I arrive back home. Sometimes she requires that I send texts and pictures of what I'm involved with. Emma's friends understand her rules and always abide by them. 

Most of you probably view my relationship with Emma as too complicated to be workable. And, I have to admit that a person has to have a proper mindset for it to work, and we had to learn our way to where we are now. Not every step of our journey was joyful bliss, but I wouldn't trade a minute of being collared by Emma for anything in the world. I thrive on the uncertainty of every minute under her control. She keeps our lives exciting and unpredictable. The long and short of it is that I decided to give myself to Emma and she is in control. I comply with her wishes. It's really no more complicated than that. And, in some strange unexpected way, that has translated into me becoming a more confident, affirmative female.

As I look back, our three week trial period came and went without any notice. We were completely happy and saw no reason to change our arrangement. On the six month anniversary of that very first, very eventful night with Emma, we agreed that it was time for a permanent collar. Emma knows people and I now wear a beautiful, one inch platinum collar around my neck. The jeweler that created the piece fastened it permanently in place. The necklace has a small silver ring in front and is beautifully etched with symbols that only Emma and I understand the meaning. Once my collar was in place, we took a quick vacation and I concocted a story about buying the jewelry during our trip. The explanation was a stretch, and in the end, some bought it, some didn't. I personally didn't care. I just went on about my business. 

Emma's success in her professional life has continued to grow and she has prospered quite nicely as well as gained notoriety for her work in her area of expertise. My little printing business has grown beyond my wildest dreams thanks to Emma's wise counsel and hard work by my loyal staff. As the business has gotten bigger, it has required several expansions and additional staff. Arlene, my trusted assistant is now the general manager of the operation and I rely on her quite heavily. 

Emma and I do extremely well financially and our incomes and independence pretty much allow us to do anything we want. We travel to exotic places and indulge ourselves in the finer things regularly. During the last two years Emma has introduced me to nearly all of her special friends and I've served for the pleasure of many of them; many of them at the same time. I am still totally amazed at Emma's creativity. She is a special mentor and I continue to learn and work constantly to be a better slut for her pleasure. 

The reason I'm writing about our adventures now is that Emma thought it would be fun to capture our lives and sexual escapades as it happens; sort of a blog. So, I've been making notes after each of our adventures and they're building up to a good sized text. From time to time, I plan to regale you with stories from our life. I think you might find them rather exciting. There are so many to choose from, but the discussion with Arlene about my collar is quite a fascinating story that I think you might find instructive. Oh, and the story of Emma meeting Sarah is off the chart. Another really good one is the first time I spent the weekend with Lenore and Victor while Emma was away on business. That one is really special. Well, until later, take advantage of good things when they come your way and be willing to try new things, and don't be so damned afraid of what somebody else might think. In the end what other people think doesn't really matter.