4 comments/ 88793 views/ 5 favorites Bad Wife By: raphaelite I should have suspected something was going on. She had been talking about someone else being involved for some time. It started off innocently enough. After teasing each other off-and-on throughout the day, followed by an evening of extended foreplay, things had begun to heat up. She was already through her first orgasm, and we had moved out on the deck. The thought of being seen getting done doggie-style, naked, outside, always drove her into a writhing frenzy. Nearing her next orgasm, she backed into me harder and picked up her tempo. Just when she expected another deep thrust, I grabbed her hips and stopped. In the heat of passion, it took a few seconds for her to realize I wasn't going to resume right away. "What? Why did you...? MORE!" She tried her best to back around the rest of my erection. Not sure how she would react, but having decided that this would be the best opportunity I was ever going to get, I asked her. "What would you do if I brought home a hot blonde?" "To have SEX with? I'd be PISSED!" As she started to pull away from my cock, almost causing the tip to slide out of her dripping cunt. "Not for me, silly. What would YOU do with her...?" She paused, absolutely still, gauging how to respond. "What do you mean, what would I do with her?" Not sure if she was getting offended, I kept pursuing this. "Well, would you kiss her?" "Is this somebody we know?" Realizing she wanted to be sure this was hypothetical, I replied, "If you have somebody in mind. But I was thinking more like some hot blonde I happened across who was interested in women." "Oh." She seemed to relax a bit. "Well, then... I'd probably kiss her to see what it was like." "If she was sexy, would you rather play with her boobs or taste her?" "Boobs." She started to move against my hard-on now. "No. Taste." "Taste? Are you sure you'd do that first?" As I started to move slowly back inside her again. "Yeahh. Taste. What kind of boobs does she have?" She was starting to see it now. "What kind do you want her to have?" "Big. Nice. Big." "What would you do with them?" Urging her on now. "I'd kiss them. Suck them. Play with them. Mmmm." "Like whose?" Getting her into the game now. "Deanna. Big. Nice. Suckable." "Deanna?" I asked her who. "Yes, she has nice boobs. I'd do her." "You'd DO her? What do you mean, you'd DO her?" "Play with her. Suck on her nipples. And..." She hesitated. "Taste her?" "Yeahhh. Taste her. I'd like to go down on her, be between her legs licking her." "Where would I be while this was going on? Watching?" Curious now, I wanted to see what she had in mind. "Yeah. You could watch.", "And help," she added. "Help how?" Really curious just how much she had thought about this. "Do me while I was tasting her." "No, wait. She could taste me." "What about me?" I reminded her. "Oh. You could... taste her. While she's tasting me." Thrusting back at me. "I thought you wanted to taste her? What do you want, exactly...?" I prompted. "Yes. Both. Her first. I want to lick her. I want to make her come. And taste it." "I think you'll like the taste. And you do love to suck. Then what?" "Then she can taste me." Her tempo speeding up now, dripping wet and panting... "You do her. While she's licking me." Breathing heavily, I can't believe she hasn't given into to this building orgasm. "Doggie style. I wanna watch you do her." "Like THIS?" As I begin thrusting in earnest. This newfound source of heat driving me crazy. Knowing that the idea of getting another woman off, the idea of being explored by another woman, is driving her nuts. "You want me to pound deep into her?" "YESS!" "For how long?" I tease. "LONG. Over. and. over." she gasps, "until. she. comes. and. screams. and. comes." "Comes..." "Please.please.please.now.now.NOW.NOW.NOWWWwww..." ... This was a recurring theme, sometimes frequently, sometimes weeks or months between coming back into play. Always, it brought amazing results. Then, one day, in the midst of suggesting what we might do with the latest fantasy girl, I shifted gears. I had wondered how she would respond. Had gotten some cool responses, but decided to present it again. "What about a guy?" I asked from between her thighs. "Would you like to be sucking someone while I'm doing this?" "Maybe." It was the closest she'd come to a yes on this idea. She had always claimed she didn't want to do another man. "Maybe? So you'd be willing to give someone head while I was going down on you? I know you like to swallow, could you handle both at the same time?" Now I was appealing to her sense of pride. She did love to give head, and liked a mouthful of cum. "Yes. I could handle it. It might be..." Nudging her a bit, I asked "Might be what?" "Fun. But I don't know about another guy." Thinking I might have a way to get her off of the idea of having another guy playing with her, I suggested "You really like to suck, don't you?" She nodded as I continued, "do you think I'd like it?" After the briefest hesitation ( but as she pressed her crotch into my mouth), she said "maybe. Why, do you?" "I think I'd like to see what you enjoy so much. It's only fair if you're willing to see if you like the taste of women, right?" Knowing she liked the idea of watching almost as much as she liked being watched, I said "You could help. Kind of talk me through it, show me what to do." "Yeah. I could do that. Supervise." She seemed to be warming to the idea. She was definitely wetter than she had been a moment ago. "You could suck, and I could help." "But, wouldn't that be boring for you...? Just watching? You could masturbate while you watched." "Yeah." She loved the idea of getting herself off where she just might be caught. "I could do that." Writhing now, she was seeing it too. Playing with herself in front of another man who her husband was sucking. "Swallow. Would you swallow?" "I'd try. You sure seem to like the taste." Licking furiously at her clit now, knowing she's close. "Yes. Play with myself." Working her nipples now, bringing on the climax. "Get off while you suck. Give head. Swallow." It's here. This idea isn't ever going away, it's got it's own orgasm now. "Watch you GIVE HEAD. SUCK HIM OFF. YES.YES.YES..." ... Some time later, coming home, I realize something is different as I walk through the house. I can't place it, but it just... feels wrong. I drop my bag, and begin tuning in to the house to try to figure out what it is. Walking through the rooms, I can't identify anything specific, but SOMEthing is off. The dogs are quiet, which is unusual enough to make me wonder, but that's not it. I keep moving, trying to feel it before I see it, just in case... Walking through the hall, approaching the master bedroom, it seems too quiet. Well, not too quiet, just the wrong kind of quiet. Squatting and peeking around the door, not sure what I'll encounter, I hear her. "What took you so long??" With a hint of amusement. "I couldn't wait much longer." Looking over at eye-level (still in my defensive crouch), I see that she's naked in bed. "So she wants to play" I think. "I'll teach her to try to be sneaky." Standing up, I get the next shock for the day. There's somebody else behind her. Deanna! (here?) Reeling again as the sheet drops away, I see that she doesn't have a stitch on. At least not that I can see. And I'm looking, 'cause the assessment I got was right on. Those boobs are big, AND nice. "You like?" From my wife. "We thought you might need an ice-breaker when you got here." "Maybe you need to come check, to see if you DO like them." Deanna says with a smirk. Pointing to my wife, she offers "or she could check them for you..." Knowing she can't possibly hold out much longer, not sure if they started without me, there's only one sensible course of action. Walking over to her, I pull the sheet back, reach between my wife's legs, and come up with dripping wet fingers. "How long HAVE you been waiting?", asked as I lean toward the newcomer. Taking my hand, covered in my wife's wetness, I reach out to Deanna's breast... and pause just before I touch. Looking her in the eye, I ask "Are you sure you want to start? 'Cause once we do, there's no telling what might happen..." She leans forward, takes my hand that's hovering near her erect nipple, and puts my fingers in her mouth. Licking the taste of my wife off, she then puts my hand firmly on her boob. "I'm sure. Are YOU ready for whatever might happen?" "Oh, yes." Is all I can manage, as I begin to feel the weight of her breast, the pressure of her nipple, against my hand. Suddenly, she throws the sheet back to reveal her nakedness, spreads her legs (I can't help noticing that she's kept a well-maintained playground, and that she too is glistening with moisture), and says "I hope so." She reaches over to my wife, who has been motionless, breathless, throughout this exchange. Taking command, Deanna pulls her closer – and promply guides her head toward that neatly trimmed crotch. Before she has time to react, my wife finds herself facing an aroused wet pussy. She begins to turn toward me, but before she can, Deanna presses her face deeper. Knowing she has fantasized about this, but not sure how she would react if the moment ever came, I wait. Not long, for my wife is overpowered by the scent of Deanna's heat, the moisture of her arousal, and surely the fact that I'm watching. She tentatively begins to reach out with her tongue, and tastes her first woman. With that first taste, any hint of temerity evaporates. She begins working her tongue deeper, brings her fingers into play, and nearly buries her face between her friends thighs. I can only watch as these two nearly explode into a sexual frenzy. Deanna, who is furiously working her own breasts, and thrusting her hips toward my wife's face, begins to issue pleas. "Suck me. Harder. Lick my clit. Faster. More tongue. Deeper." All the while increasing the tempo of her pelvis. Harder and harder massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, demanding more. From between Deanna's thighs I hear something. I can't be sure above the noise Deanna is making, or with my wife's face buried so deep, her mouth pressed firmly against Deanna's bush. But it sounds like she's getting ready to... YES. She begins rolling her own hips, and suddenly something I've never witnessed before. Without anyone ever touching her, she begins to come. The wetness spreads between her legs and she shouts into her friends heat. We don't know the words, but we know the meaning. For Deanna, it is enough. She throws back her arms, and gives in. Wave after wave pulses through her, and it seems my wife tries to gather each one. She works to insure that this orgasm is remembered. Some minutes later, they are lying spent. My wife rolls her head, looks at me, and grins. Sensing the movement, Deanna looks down between her legs and smiles. Something passes between them and they begin to move. Rolling over, my wife reaches out to touch me. "You like?" "Me?" I exclaim, "It was YOU that got thrown into the fire. And I don't have to ask what you thought!" "Nor I you" Spoken like a true English teacher, Deanna reaches toward me – and grabs my erection. "We'll have to do something about that!" Moving toward my wife, who is now on her back, Deanna begins to slide up her body. Nipping at each breast on the way by, she continues up until her breasts are hanging. Lowering first one, then the other, she offers them to my wife. Just when she is beginning to get used to the idea of playing with them, Deanna moves down slightly. Hovering face-to-face, she waits. I'm not sure who moves first, but suddenly they are kissing. With each passing second, it becomes more sensual, more passionate. I realize that, like dogs in heat, they are beginning to hump each others' thigh. Reaching down, I begin to touch myself. I have been too hard for too long to just sit here. Breaking the kiss, Deanna begins to slide down again. Looking over at me, she simply says "you know what to do with that, don't you...?" With that, she settles in between the thighs that have spread in anticipation. After a few moments of preliminary teasing, tasting, touching, she lifts her butt up off of the bed and rises onto her knees, mouth still locked onto my wife's dripping clit. Knowing what she wants (but not sure when, or if, they communicated this) I move in behind her. Rising up on my knees, I reach out to place my hands on her hips. Poised to enter, I feel her working back toward me. Hesitating, I look over the back of Deanna's head at my wife. "Yes. YES. Do her," she pants, "I have to see. I want to see. Need." With that, I find the center of Deanna's heat, and thrust. Hard. In one motion, I drive myself deep into her and push her face even harder into my wife's crotch. We all moan/grunt/sigh at that, and the tempo begins to pick up. My wife, who has always liked the feel of a mouth servicing her, begins another orgasm quickly. Apparently, this has an effect on Deanna, who begins begging (I think, for the pleas are muffled) for her to keep coming. I alternate between thrusting furiously inside Deanna, and watching the spectacle of this woman going down on my wife. When I focus on the two of them, I slow to feel the wetness, the warmth, the difference, of Deanna's pussy wrapped around my cock. When my wife begins the thrashing that signals she is in full-on orgasm, I feel Deanna get even wetter. When my wife stops, Deanna presses back into me for more. I can't possibly hold back any more. I've seen, smelled, heard, and felt too much. I go from feeling her uniqueness to pounding her. Pulling back on her hips with each forward thrust, I still marvel at how... different she feels. Interrupting my momentary pause deep inside Deanna, I hear my wife shout "FUCK her. Do her hard." Deanna joins in, telling me to keep going, "Deep. er. Pound. me. HARD." Looking my wife, realizing she's never looked so satisfied before – even as she's eager to see this next scene – I let go. Thrusting as hard, fast, deep as I can I begin pounding in earnest. The slap of skin on skin gets louder, faster. Deanna comes back to meet each penetration. "Oh." Abandoning what little control I have left. "Oh yes. YES!" I explode deep, deep inside our new playmate. ... The real surprise (as if recent events weren't enough) came some time later. It had been a while since I had first been surprised with another woman, and we had talked about it occasionally. Sometimes casually, sometimes heatedly, but I was pretty sure it always ended up with my wife wet – even on the instances when we didn't end up replaying portions of the adventure. One evening I came home to that same feeling. Something amiss. Something was... different. I hurried upstairs, wondering what it might be this time. I walked into the bedroom to an impressive scene: Deanna sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with my wife on her knees – face buried in the crotch in front of her. "Sorry, I couldn't wait. I just had to have someone licking me, and with such a willing volunteer... I'm sure you understand." Patting the bed beside her, she offered "Come sit with me. We have plans for you." Not one to miss an opportunity, and wanting to see my wife's expression as she was going down on her friend, I moved toward the bed. "Not with all THAT on. Get rid of the clothes." Deanna spat. "This isn't a performance you get to just watch, you know. In fact..." Pulling off everything I had on, I wondered at that comment just hanging there. But I was pretty eager to get in the middle of this, so I sat my now-nude self down on the bed. Looking down at my wife as I did, I saw her look up at me so I could see how much fun she was having. Deanna took my hand and cupped her boob with it, at the same time reaching between my legs to massage my stiffening cock. After seeing the two of them naked in this position, a few seconds of her touch got me hard and horny. She reached down to grab my wife's head, and after enjoying a bit more tongue said "Okay, time to move." Move? I wondered what she meant, but found out almost immediately. My wife slid over to take my dick in her mouth, and began working on me with the same intensity she had just been doing Deanna. Just as I was getting into the rhythm, and Deanna's hand had slid between her legs, my wife moved back over to go down on her again. After several back-and-forth rotations, I could tell she was ready for one (or both) of us to come so she could taste it. Rather than letting it happen, Deanna stood up. Wondering what this was all about, and hoping it didn't mean the activities were over, I started to ask. Before I could say a word, Deanna leaned over and kissed me. Deep, wet, promising. We had never kissed, and I was taken aback by this gesture. Reaching down to my wife, she pulled her up to her feet. Turning her around, she sat her on the bed beside me. "Having as much fun as it looked like?" I asked. "Not as much as I'm GOING to have!" she replied. Wondering at that, I thought I was getting the answer when Deanna dropped to her knees between my wife's thighs. After some probing, tasting and teasing she pulled back. Looking up at my wife, she smiled a sort of guilty grin and then moved over to me. Never having thought of her as the selfless type, and never having experienced it before, I was surprised when she started to go down on me! Just like my wife had done, she moved back and forth between us. Bringing us closer each time. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, she stopped. Standing in front of me, she pulled me off of the bed and pushed me to my knees in front of her. "Eat!" She ordered, spreading her feet so I could get to her dripping cunt. "I know you like it." She grabbed my head and pressed it into her crotch, which was more than enough motivation for me. Since she was tall, I was able to reach between her legs and wrap my arms around her hips to pull my mouth tight against her. I began working my tongue, alternating between deep tastes of her and licking her clit. I'm not sure how long I was at this, before she pulled my head back and looked down at me. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded as I tried to get back to the center of her heat. "You'd go down on us all night if we'd let you, wouldn't you?" "Yesss. Can I?" Was all I could manage. I just wanted to keep tasting, smelling, teasing. Just then she stepped aside, and behind her was a boy – well, young man now that I looked at him – grinning nervously. Standing beside him was my still-naked wife. I noticed that she had one hand on his arm, guiding him. He didn't seem to be uncomfortable to see both of them without a thing on. With Deanna's butt still in my hands, and her steamy crotch inches away from me, I noticed that my wife's hand had moved to the newcomer's cock, and it was responding quickly. I manged to say, "you want me to watch THIS? I don't know if I can handle seeing another guy do either of you." "After all you've watched us do to you, and each other, it's only fair." My wife's eyes were thinly veiled lust. "I guess you have me on that one." "Yeah. We already knew that, but it's nice to hear that YOU know it, too." Just then, Deanna moved aside so I could see the other two more clearly. I assumed she wanted to make sure I saw her fondling him. At least if I had to watch this, he wasn't one of those guys who had a gut or was losing his hair already! As they stood beside him and admired him, occasionally touching him lightly, I began to notice details. He looked like an athlete. Bleached-blonde hair. Kind of short, but enough to see the natural curl. Not much of a tan, though, but it was early in the season. Lean, with that wide-shouldered slender look that swimmers seem to manage best. I realized that somebody was going to have some fun with this guy after all. As Deanna leaned over to kiss me again, thanking me for understanding, my wife whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, he obviously liked it. His dick, which had been sort of hanging a moment ago, was now coming to attention. Full attention. Seeing the girls naked on either side of him, I couldn't blame him! I also couldn't help checking him out one more time. He was gonna get his. That cock was going to be well taken care of soon. Was that pre-cum already glistening at the tip? Bad Wife This is a continuation of the "Bad Vibe: Domination Ch. 01" story -- That harsh chapter turned out to be a bad dream, and was continued in the lighter and more friendly "BV Domination Ch. 02" story. This story is a continuation of the harsh non-consensual BDSM version of that story arc in an alternate universe. The synopsis so far: Craig has an incestuous relationship with his mother Amy. He is a University student but was home for the Christmas vacation. During the Christmas vacation he and his mother while looking after their vacationing neighbors' house, had sex in the neighbor's basement dungeon, not realizing that they were being filmed by hidden cameras. Amy is being blackmailed by Nancy, the neighbor, and has had to submit completely to the dominant woman. This story continues the harsh domination of Amy by her neighbor. Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and violence needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. Really, it is harsh and strict. It is not my usual thing, but I was convinced by several emails to continue with this story arc. Please remember: THIS IS NOT REAL. IT IS A FANTASY. REAL PEOPLE SHOULD NOT DO THESE THINGS, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT HARSH, STRICT AND PAINFUL DOMINATION. ***************** Amy's Sunday was better than Saturday, she woke up as she was kicked out of bed and ordered to fix breakfast. The day continued with cleaning and vacuuming Nancy's house. Nancy went to Amy's house and confirmed that she now had control of Amy's on-line activities, even her social media account and email. She sent a quick email to Craig after studying the tone of Amy's previous emails. After that she called Amy over to her own house. The slave-slut had to help Nancy put motion-activated surveillance cameras in her bedroom, bathroom, hallway, Craig's room, the downstairs office, the kitchen and the large living-dining area, as well as the basement. It was all connected to her own desktop computer. Her pc was set up with software that would forward all videos to Nancy automatically. Unknown to Amy, her own cellphone had been slaved to Nancy's and the GPS feature sent her location to Nancy wherever she went. All her calls could be monitored as well as her texts. From now on Amy no longer had a private life. By mid-day she was no longer noticing the plug that seemed to be a permanent fixture now. After rigging her own home into one big no-privacy zone she returned with Nancy to what had become her home-away-from home. She continued to be naked as she cleaned, fixed meals and catered to whatever Nancy's whim of the moment was. Nancy had made sure to bring work clothes for Amy back with them, she planned to keep Amy all night and only allow her to leave when she went to work in the morning. Part of Amy's new regime was to work-out more often, Nancy thought she was a little to heavy and out of shape, Amy soon realized that she would be working out naked in her Mistresses basement. Nancy and Tommie had a fairly complete workout room, including dual treadmills, a rowing machine, stair-climber and a weight machine. Amy realized that Tommie's job must pay very well. Twice on Sunday Amy had to ride the fucking machine in the basement, once she was tied as before, the next time she was again filmed, she was told to get on and ride it as if she was doing it of her own free will. Amy approached the machine with the controller in her hand, she had more clothing on than she had the whole weekend, she was dressed in garter-belt, stockings and high heels, along with a sheer camisole. Her hair was in her new pony-tail at the top of her head. She had heavy slut-like make-up on. Her first act was to slowly swallow the large dildo affixed to the machine, she lovingly licked her way from base to tip, then back again, she pursed her lips and slowly engulfed the entire length, she had completely mastered her gag reflex. While her mouth was toying with the toy, one hand was alternately rubbing and tweaking her nipples and the other was teasing her clit. Without realizing it she was slowly grinding her hips in and out as she slid her mouth over the dildo and back again. As she had been instructed earlier she eventually kept her mouth on the fake cock as deep as she could and still breathe, Nancy, in an ornate black mask entered. She was wearing thigh high boots, a studded collar and a leather shelf bra. Jutting from her loins was a large dildo. It was specifically designed for a woman to use on another woman or a man. One end buried in her own pussy, the other end glinted with lubrication. Amy had been prepared with three enemas in a row, she was as clean as a whistle and her bottom had been pre-lubed. She braced herself with both hands on the machine and tried to tilt her head toward the camera and smilE as her Mistress lined the dildo up with her anus and slid it in without hesitation. She drove it in with one stroke. Amy took it, even pushed back. Her anal reaming sped up, soon the sound of flesh slapping on flesh was as loud as the moans from both participants. Amy realized that she hadn't even thought about rebelling or getting out of her tormentors clutches for hours. What was she becoming? After the anal fucking, Amy had to turn her bottom to the camera and holding her cheeks apart, show the camera the way her anus was gaping open. She was then given a new plug, larger than the one she had worn all day, and pushed it easily into herself. Only then was she allowed to pull her mouth from the dildo on the machine. With a smile on her face she straddled the machine and began to ride it. Now that she controlled it she could make it go as deep as she wanted, twist, and vibrate to best effect. She rode for another thirty minutes, during that time she came four times, all were explosive and genuine. Part of her wondered at her ability to cum under these humiliating circumstances, especially when Nancy had been commenting about selling these videos, or at least putting them on the internet. Perhaps, she told herself, she was enjoying this situation. The next morning she was awakened early, her helmet and ear-buds removed and after licking Nancy to orgasm she spent forty minutes on the treadmill, showered, fixed breakfast for Nancy, and ate her own breakfast kneeling on the kitchen floor eating the chunks of melon and drinking the juice that Nancy fed her. Once she had cleaned up the kitchen she was allowed to dress in her work clothes, and still wearing the butt-plug she drove her own car to work. Work for Amy seemed a surreal experience, she actually was surprised when Alice called her 'Amy' rather than Slut, she was subdued, and after having been allowed so many orgasms every time she pleased her owner, and been given slaps or spanks whenever she made a mistake or even showed any initiative, she felt a little disappointed when she couldn't masturbate whenever she accomplished something at work. Alice thought Amy was a little spaced out, and not sure of herself. In the past Amy was always the leader and the problem solver, now she seemed to expect Alice to take the lead. She improved a little as the day went on, but Alice thought that there was something bothering her. Towards the end of the day, a quiet day with only two telephone inquiries and no-one really seriously wanting to look at a house, much less buy one, Alice finally asked if everything was all right. "Oh no, nothing wrong, I'm just feeling a little odd, maybe just a little lonely." The words came automatically, so fast and quickly, without having thought about them that Amy was a little surprised. She hadn't figured out that she had just spoken one of the answers that had been drilled into her for the last two nights as she slept. Nancy had anticipated that her slave would act different than her work associates or friends were used to, and she had prepared several answers to the questions that she expected Amy to be asked. She would have been surprised to find out that it was mid-afternoon before Amy had to draw on one. "Maybe you're coming down with something, you seem a little stiff, you're not moving very well either." "I am a little sore, maybe I hit the treadmill and some exercises a little hard this weekend. I'm trying to get into a little better shape, lose a few pounds." "You sure you're OK honey? The 'flu can cause aches and pains too." Amy was thinking for herself by now. "Maybe, but I was doing a lot of exercises, and trying to lift weights and stuff." "Darn, I was hoping to go out for a light dinner, maybe a few drinks, then maybe to my place, or yours, for an evening of ... well, you know. Steve's out of town for the week." "Oh Alice, I'm sorry, I really am. I just don't think I'm going to be in the mood for a while." "That's OK, just a thought. I know with Craig back at school, you said it always hit you a week or so after he left. I was just trying to cheer you up, and maybe me too." Amy smiled, there was no way she could tell Alice of her problem, and she had strict instructions to head back to her Mistress as soon as work was over. They left it at that. Small town Real-estate agents were hurting all over, especially small independent offices. There had been the hint of a feeler of a possible merger or buy-out just before Christmas from a larger local agency, one that had offices in several town in the area. Neither of them had wanted to give up, but the numbers spoke for themselves, and maybe it would be the right thing to do, they had both been offered jobs plus a decent amount for their business reputation, client list and good-will. They hadn't heard anything since, and this was traditionally a bad time of year. Alice didn't talk to her partner about her changed demeanor for the rest of the day, but at quitting time she went to Amy and bent over to kiss her, not a friendly air-kiss, or peck on the cheek, but a lip to lip kiss. Alice wasn't sure why she did this, in the past they often just bid each other good-bye, or hugged. Since they had become occasional lovers though, a peck on the cheek was more common. Amy kissed back, with emotion. Alice was surprised at the intensity of Amy's return kiss, almost immediately her mouth opened in invitation, Amy arched her back and thrust out her breasts, almost inviting a hand to caress her, at the same time she drew her arms back, behind her back. Alice wasn't sure what was going on, but decided to take advantage of the situation. She began to caress Amy's breasts, almost immediately she noticed the nipples standing up. She broke the kiss. "Touch me darling." Amy snaked her hand forward, slid it up the inside of her leg, probed and slithered up until she reached Alice's panty clad pussy, she stroked up and down her slit. "Pull my panties down." With both hands Amy slid the panties down her legs, slithered them past the tops of Alice's winter boots, she slid off her chair to get them further down, kneeling she tugged first one foot up, then the other to get the panties all the way off. Kneeling she looked up at Alice, her eyes wide, inside she was confused, she liked Alice, but this wasn't the way they had made love before, she was acting the way she had been acting all weekend, subservient, submissive. In the past Amy had been the leader, Alice the follower. She held the panties in front of her. "Smell them." Alice wasn't sure what had happened, why was Amy acting so submissive, doing whatever she was told. She thought back to the way her partner had been acting all day, hesitant, not sure of herself. Something had caused Amy to change, change radically, she didn't know, but that selfish part of her, that part that everyone has, that selfish part decided to use Amy as much as Amy would let her. Amy, her hands trembling just a little, brought the gusset of the panties to her face, she closed her eyes and took a big breath, inhaling the scent of the mature woman who had been wearing them all day. She wasn't trembling with fear of Alice, of the situation, she was trembling as she wondered what her Mistress would do to her when she found out what was happening. The thought that she might not tell Mistress what was happening didn't occur to her. Mistress had said that she would question slut-slave about her day. Alice turned and sat on the corner of Amy's desk. She spread her legs as she pulled her dress up. "Give me a good cum, a really good cum." Amy began to kiss the tender inner thighs, she worked her way further and further upwards, alternately going from one leg to another. When she got to Alice's pussy she took a deep breath, taking in Alice's scent, then kissed her slit reverently. She made love to Alice's pussy with all the gusto she could, she and Alice had enjoyed each other a few times, but it had always been on the basis of two people having an exciting, if naughty, fun time together as equals. Now she was working to make a superior cum, to feel ecstasy, without thought of any on her own part. Even Alice felt the difference. Alice was flooding slut-slave's face and tongue with her juices. When she felt her temporary Mistress was ready, slut took the clit between her lips to suck and flick with her tongue, and slid two fingers inside, curved to find Alice's G-spot. The newly superior Alice came, came hard. She trapped slut between her thighs and as her pussy spasmed it shot fluid out splashing Amy's hand and face. Amy couldn't breathe but didn't struggle, when Mistress wanted slut to breathe she would release her. Until then slut would stay where she was, nose and face jammed into Mistresses pussy, held there by Mistresses thighs. But Mistress was at home, at Nancy and Tom's house, Alice wasn't Mistress. Was she? What was happening? Alice relaxed her thighs and Amy pulled back enough to breathe, Alice wasn't sure what to do now. She was no longer in the mood for sex, just wanted to get home and maybe take a nap. She didn't know what to say to Amy, why was she still just kneeling there? "Why don't you get up, here give me my panties." Alice was a little surprised when instead of getting up, Amy took the panties and threaded Alice's feet through them and slid them back up, as Alice got off the desk Amy, her head now inside Alice's dress, pulled them up into place. Alice felt a soft, lingering kiss onto her pussy after the panties were in place. After pulling Alice's panties up, and kissing her pussy, Amy scooted back, out from under the dress, still on her knees she looked up at her partner, face a little confused. Alice just wanted to get out of there, she didn't know how to act. Their inner office was off the main area of the Realty agency, but the plate glass windows on the street, and the open door of the office made it seem very public. She hoped no-one had come in to see them. She decided to just act natural and leave for home as she planned. Amy could lock up. "That was fun, we should do that every day." Amy watched Alice walk past her kneeling form, out of the office, through the outer door and onto the sidewalk. What did she mean about every day? Did she want to make that a regular practice? Why did I do that? I hope Mistress doesn't hurt me, oh no, the closet, please, I couldn't stand the closet again. Nononono. She hurriedly cleaned up, closed up the office and drove home. On the way she got a text message, pulling over to the side of the road to read it she saw it was instructions to pick up some groceries on the way home. The rest of the week much the same, after Sherry, the receptionist, left at the end of the day, Alice would turn her chair away from her desk, spread her legs and perch on the edge of the chair. She would call Amy over, without being told what to do Amy would sink to her knees and slide Alice's panties off. After sniffing her business partners' panties she would lean forward and lick and suck Alice until she came. Each time Alice left Amy on her knees. The two women never talked about what they were doing. True to her word, Nancy questioned her new slave about her day and when slut hesitated, Nancy knew something had happened. After further questioning the whole incident was revealed. Nancy laughed and told Slut that she would continue to do whatever Alice wanted. By Friday the marks on Amy's back had mostly gone away, the worst of them still showed as pinkish red stripes. The soothing Lotion had taken away the sting, the outward appearance of her beating was fading, but she remembered, and would do almost anything to avoid it in the future. Almost anything, maybe a little more than almost. Over the next few weeks Craig's romance with Janet continued, but he also found himself spending time with Tara after they got off work at the library. These late night meetings started out just going to get a snack at a drive through, but soon progressed to Tara's apartment. The weekends were for himself or a date with Janet. He hadn't had sex with her yet, they both lived in the dorms and Craig didn't want to do it in a car, but each weekend the idea of doing it in the car seemed less and less objectionable. Tom's assignations with Silvia became an everyday thing after work. He realized he was falling in love. Silvia welcomed his desire to be dominated, but didn't treat him harshly. It took the form of her directing their love-making, using light bondage occasionally, and without the harshness or humiliation that Nancy used. He was making excuses to stay in Seattle longer on this assignment that he needed to. Every day when she got home Slut cleaned house and prepared meals for her mistress. Several times she made more videos either fucking herself on the machine in the basement or with a dildo while on her knees, one night she had to fuck herself anally with a dildo attached to a wall in the basement. In addition to the videos she had to bring Nancy to orgasm several times, and often had to tongue her mistresses ass. Each night, before she was allowed to sleep, Slut was fitted with the helmet and an indoctrination audio was played while she slept. Amy's second weekend under the domination of Nancy was easier pain-wise than the first, but no lest strict and no less humiliating. On Saturday morning she got up as usual. As per her instructions the night before she prepared a breakfast for Nancy. After serving Nancy breakfast in bed Amy was supervised in the making of her own breakfast, but this time she didn't have to eat it off the floor. During the week Nancy had made some purchases and had been doing some work in Tom's workshop. One of the things she had done was take a small battery operated vibrator, remove the batteries, motor and all the mountings from inside the dildo, making it essentially a hollow plastic tube with a rounded closed end. She cut off part of the closed end making a small opening in it. Then shortened it a little off the back end. The bottom end was epoxied to the outside of the plastic screw on cap to a water bottle. With a hole drilled in the cap, Nancy had made a water bottle with a dildo at the top to drink from. She hadn't been totally satisfied with the first one she made, with a cheap hard shelled vibrator so she made another. Her second one used a more realistic shaped vibrator, it had a hard core inside to house the motor and batteries, but a softer outer covering that looked like a real penis. She had to drill an opening in the end, but was quite satisfied with the result. She took the original drinking device and opened the end a little more. On Saturday, after Amy had made her own breakfast, in this case some instant oatmeal, Nancy directed her to add some skim milk and put it in the blender. Bad Wife After liquifying the oatmeal, Nancy filled an empty water bottle with it, then attached the first dildo to the top. She filled another bottle with juice. Amy knelt on the floor and had her liquified breakfast squeezed into her mouth via the dildos. Nancy had inserted the dildo past her lips and well into her slave's mouth, she delighted in the gag sounds that came as Amy tried to swallow the mess that was delivered to the back of her mouth. Her juice was delivered via the second bottle. Amy was forced to play-act as if she was sucking a real penis, Nancy made her act convincingly before she would feed her slut-slave. From that time on, the only food she got while at 'home' was by sucking it from the end of a penis. Nancy had also wanted to try to find a way to feed her through some sort of artificial vagina, but didn't know how she could do that. The penis devices would have to suffice for now. On the second Tuesday Tommie arrived home. He was diffident at first, worried that somehow Nancy would find out he had been cheating on her. But when it became clear that Nancy was clueless he was able to act normally. Normal in his case was being a sissy slave to his wife. His first night home was a surprise. Nancy had told him that she and Amy had come to an agreement about Amy playing as another sub, but he wasn't prepared for the degree humiliation that Amy was receiving. And he was soon aware that for Nancy as well as Amy it was not play-acting. He was delighted at first with the idea that Amy was his slave partner, and junior partner at that. He did have misgivings about enslaving a neighbor, especially one who had a son that might come home unexpectedly, but the responsibility was all Nancy's. He was just her sissy slave. His thoughts about enslaving Amy were to change quickly. Amy was nervous about Tommie being home as well. When she got in from work the first night, she went through her usual routine of stripping in the foyer and entered the house naked. Tommie had obviously just arrived home and Amy was directed to take his luggage up to the bedroom. When she came back down she was told to prepare a dinner for two. Amy kept her eyes down and didn't look up at Tom's face. She was embarrassed that since he had left she had so changed in status, from a neighbor to a slave. The disturbing part was that she had become so used to being naked that she didn't have any modesty about being naked in front of him. When she realized that she felt a pang, a sense of loss, of despair that there was no escape. Later in the evening she served dinner to Tommie and Nancy in their formal dining room, candles were lit on the table, Nancy had provided a flower centerpiece and it almost seemed normal, a well-to-do couple being served dinner by the maid. However in this case the maid was naked and was referred to as 'slut'. Nancy also commented to Tommie about her, making observations about the size of her tits, how good her pussy looked completely shaved, did he like her hairdo. It seemed surreal to both Amy and to Tommie who wasn't sure how to address her. "Slut, my husband's water glass is low, please re-fill it." "Yes Mistress." As Amy refilled the glass Tommie looked at her, she seemed cowed, and she blushed when she saw him watching. "She's such a treasure, isn't she Tom, to find help so close to us, and she is a marvelous cook." "I'm not so sure about this Nan.." "Nonsense dear" Nancy interrupted, "She enjoys this, why just this morning she was telling me how happy she is here. Weren't you dear." "Yes Mistress." No such thing happened. In fact Slut had few if any opportunities to voice her opinion, but she was in no position to object. After dinner she served coffee in the living room. When Nancy and Tom had finished their coffee there was an uneasy silence then Nancy spoke. "Well Tommie, why don't you stand there in the middle of the floor." Tom knew better than to question her. Realizing that his time as an equal to his wife was over he stood up and faced her. "Slut help sissy to undress, be sure to hang up or fold all his garments." Amy approached Tommie and with shaking hands started to take off his coat. Tommie sighed and let her remove it. As she placed it on one of the hangers that Nancy had brought downstairs, he began undoing his necktie and then unbuttoning his shirt. Amy knelt and untied his shoes and removed them as well as his socks. He had his shirt and undershirt off by then and she folded them ready to place in the laundry basket upstairs. Tommie was fumbling with his belt, his face flushed and his hands shaking when Amy next looked up. "Help him Slut, I think he's ashamed to reveal all his secrets to the neighbor. But poor Tommie, don't you understand yet, Slut is a slave here, even more of a slave than you are, what she thinks doesn't matter, in fact if she's being trained to not think, isn't that so Slut?" "Yes Mistress, slut doesn't think, slut only obeys." Amy rattled off the phrase without thinking about it, only then realizing that it was another phrase that had been programmed into her at night. She died just a little bit more then. Kneeling before him Amy reached for his belt and finished unbuckling it, then pulled it from the loops. Reaching back to his trousers she unbuttoned then unzipped him and eased the trousers down his legs, carefully removing each foot. She saw that he was wearing a pair of pink panties. "Hang those up and take everything laundry room and hang them up. You'll drop the suit off at the dry cleaner tomorrow during your lunch hour." When Amy returned Tommie was kneeling at Nancy's side his head on her knee as she stroked his hair. She pointed at slut with her other hand, then pointed to her other side. Slut knelt at her other knee, legs spread and hands on her thighs, head bent and mouth open. "Now Tommie, get up and move over there." She positioned her two playthings on their knees on either side of her, facing each other. Slut saw that Tommie was now naked, except for a plastic chastity device, locked on with a small paddlock. "You see slut, he has to go through airport screening in panties, with his chastity device in his handbag, it gets x-rayed, then he puts it on and locks it in the men's room. I mail the key to him at his hotel before he has to come home so he can repeat it on the trip back." Amy couldn't look Tommie in the face, then Nancy tossed a small key at her. "Unlock him Slut." Amy crawled to her fellow slave, her hand trembled as she reached for the lock, holding it steady with one hand she inserted the key and turned it. It clicked open and she pulled it loose. "Disconnect it, pull it off him." She fumbled with the device, but quickly figured it out and freed Tommie's penis from his chastity device. Tommie prayed that Nancy wouldn't detect that anything was different. Usually on his business trips he kept himself in chastity the entire time, this time he didn't put it on as he usually did, and then started his affair with Sylvia. In fact they had made love just before she drove him to the airport, she had been the one that put on the device. "Tommie I am going to give you a treat today, you know how I dislike giving oral sex, or allowing anal, but with Slut here whenever I decide to allow it, you can have her." Amy looked at Tommie and saw him blush. "Lay down on your back Tommie, I'll give you a welcome home tonight. Slut! Give him a good welcome for me, and get him hard with your lovely lips." Tommie had hoped to shower and clean up before anything like this would happen, but Nancy hadn't given him a chance. He looked at Amy with wide eyes. She blushed and gave a little smile to him. His cock was still soft and as she took it in her hand it seemed a little sticky, she was worried that it might be a bit funky after spending several weeks encased in it's confining tube, but then it couldn't be worse than licking Nancy's ass. Her lips pursed and she kissed the tip of his cock, it started to stiffen as soon as she had taken it in her hand, she licked below the head and tasted ... what? She engulfed the slowly rising cock in her mouth, slurping with her tongue and was sure. Yes a little funk, but not that much, and not man-funk. She tasted a woman's juices, tacky on this cock. This cock that had been home only a few hours, not enough time for him to have been with his wife. Not only that, she knew the taste of Nancy. Not that Mistress tasted unpleasant, but this tasted different, and sweeter, nicer, better, even mixed with the man smell of Tommie. She looked up at Tommie, her eyes wide, a smile on her lips, her lips wrapped around his now hard and erect cock, she knew, she knew that he cheated on his wife, had fucked another woman, and recently, that very morning! He looked back, his face pale now, a fear in his eye, but she looked at him, and winked and went to work, she barely made a sound as she sucked him down her throat, she sucked, she licked, she fondled his balls, she drooled spit down his cock and rubbed into his balls. She slurped. She squeezed his balls and felt them tighten, he spurted and squirted, he filled her mouth. "Show me, show me slut!" Slut turned and opened her mouth, showing her mistress that it was full of spunk, closing it she swallowed. "Good slut, here slut, good slut." Slut scrambled to Mistress and was glad to feel the hand caressing her head, patting her as she would a dog that had done a good trick. Tommie lay back, drowsy after his cum. Nancy sent her slave back to clean her husband's cock with her slave mouth, to suck the last few drops of cum and lick the balls clean. Then she was directed to wash up the chastity device before she encased him in it once again and locked in on, then delivered the key to her mistress. Tommy was hesitant the first time that Nancy ordered him to strip in front of Slut, he was after all, wearing his chastity cage. He soon learned that the worse humiliation and painful punishments were given to Slut. Soon it became the norm for him to be dressed in his sissy lingerie and Slut to be naked. A routine set in for the next week. Tommie worked in his home-office during the day, he wore normal clothes since he often had to Skype with either his employers or clients. After Slut arrived home, stripped, and reported on her day's activities, Tommie was no longer a successful businessman, but a sissy slave. The next day the routine was set, she came home from work and naked ran upstairs at Nancy's orders. She entered the bedroom and gathered Tommie's costume. Tommie arrived and Slut undressed him, led him to the bathroom. He was released from his chastity device and then she shaved what little stubble had grown from his pubic area, between his butt cheeks, his tummy, chest, armpits and anywhere else he grew hair below his neck. She was becoming very familiar with his body. That first day she sponged him and put lotion on the newly shaved areas. In the handling his cock grew and she gave a few playful tugs and he was suddenly erect. "Well well, it seems you like being shaved and cleaned by our new slave-slut." Both slaves jerked upright, embarrassed, not realizing that Mistress was watching. "Your two faces, so funny!" She laughed. "It's O.K." She went on, "today I'm in a good mood, my slut-slave and my sissy-slave are both horny, and I need some amusement." She went out into the bedroom, calling for the other two to follow, she ripped the covers on the bed and pulled Slut onto it. Positioned her on all fours. "You've always wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I won't have it. Now this slut got you all hard and horny, AND she's been getting her butt loosened, now you can fuck her." Tommie knew better than argue, and his cock had no conscience, it stayed hard as if it could see that well shaped mature bottom, the luscious curves, the acceptance, Amy's need and beauty. He knew it was demeaning to both of them, but he was ready, his cock was ready. Nancy set up her camera, threw Tommie his camisole, pink, lacy and frilly, his sissy panties, full, pink, lace trimmed with rows of ruffles across the bottom, he dressed. His cock pushing out the front of his panties. He mounted the bed, Nancy tossed him a tube of anal lube, he pulled his panties down enough for his cock to bounce out and lubing his cock he parted her cheeks, squirted a dollop onto her. Bending he reached out and fondled Slut's hanging tits, cupped them, tweaked her nipples and nuzzled her behind her ear. Amy panted, she was turned on, she should be horrified, putting on another sex show for Nancy, but this time with Tom, rutting for Nancy, Nancy and her camera, what would she do with the images of Amy being butt fucked by her neighbor's husband? It didn't matter, she was hot, it seemed as if her bottom was opening up gaping open for the thrust of Tommie's sissy cock. She hardly felt any pain as Tommie thrust into her bottom, his hands caressed her breasts as they swung beneath her, his mouth nuzzled her neck. She felt and heard his thighs slap onto hers. She arched her back and gasped in pleasure. Since becoming a slave she was becoming a slut, any sex turned her on, she knew no shame and she loved the feel of Tommie's cock in her bottom. "I'm sorry." His whisper was barely audible. She arched her back and thrust back at the cock in her, accepting and forgiving him. Neither was able to resist Nancy, especially when they enjoyed it so much. Amy was damned anyway. She lost hope then, her body betrayed her one too many times. She didn't morn it, perhaps her night-time indoctrination had succeeded after all. Perhaps she just liked sex, perhaps the only thing she had lost was her inhibitions. Perhaps. Nancy was delighted with her two slaves, now she could make more movies, She actually didn't have any plans for what to do with them, she just enjoyed making them, making Amy and Tommie humiliate themselves in them. Now she had the two of them together she could make them humiliate each other. The two slaves were fucking with abandon, almost a joyful playful abandon, any shame or guilt had been taken from them and they gave themselves over to the sensations of their bodies. Tommie let go of one of her breasts and moved his hand to manipulate her clit, his other fondled her swaying and flopping breasts, tugging at the nipples. They were both panting and groaning, a few laughs escaped from Slut's mouth, she was a joyful fuck and Tommie was good at it. He had squirted more lube on his cock and there was no pain for Amy at all. She loved it. Tommie pulled out at Nancy's command and came onto Slut's bottom and back, then licked up his own cum. Amy moaned as she did it, he kept sliding a finger alongside of her clit and then she came just as he finished licking up his cum. She grunted and let out a long groan. He shared the last bit of cum with her in a sloppy tongue twisting kiss. He felt bad that Amy had become embroiled with he and Nancy, she wasn't able to get away like did whenever he went on one of his frequent business trips. He missed Sylvia even though he barely knew her. During the night Tom dreamed he was no longer married to Nancy and he was living with Sylvia. When he awoke he determined to get out of his marriage with Nancy. He knew her too well to think he could change her, and he knew that she would not just divorce him quietly, no matter how good a settlement he gave her. He knew that as soon as it was over and settled she would give his employers pictures and videos of him dressed up in woman's lingerie. They both knew it could end his employment. He had to think, to come up with another solution. Perhaps Amy was part of a solution, or her son, Craig. He knew that Craig didn't know anything and from what he had heard about the young man, he would be as eager to protect his mother as Amy was to protect him. Several days later he was working in his office and Nancy came in. "I'm going to run some errands, I may not be back when Slut gets home, so make sure to get her cell phone from her, don't let her go to her own house and don't let her get to a computer. Tell her to fix dinner, I'll text you later when I know how late I'll be." She gave him some more instructions and left. A few hours later Amy came home, he had finished up his work for the day and was already in pink panties and a camisole. He came downstairs just as Amy came in from the back entry, she had already stripped and was naked except for the high heels Nancy was making her wear now. Seeing his next door neighbor naked, Tommy tried to get erect, she was a middle aged mother, but she was sexy, her body was toned, but not skinny, her curves ample but not overblown. It hurt as his cock tried to stiffen. "Nancy won't be home for a while, she said to take your cell phone and not let you go home." She handed him the phone, a blush burning her face and spreading down her neck and onto her upper chest. It was the first time they had been alone together. "I know it's embarrassing, I never thought that she would do this, you're not doing it willingly are you?" Amy looked around, glancing around, looking to see if there were hidden cameras. "Don't worry, no hidden cameras except in the basement. I won't tell her anything you don't want me to." He felt responsible, if he hadn't said anything about the recordings he found of her and her son none of this would have happened. "No, well sort of, she promised to keep Craig out of it, she said she wouldn't ruin his life if I submitted." "And now she has all kinds of recordings of you." "I don't know what's come over me, I get so turned on, I hate it, I hate what I have to do, I hate not having a private life anymore, but most of the time I don't seem to care." "I'll see what I can do, maybe I can get her to stop forcing you to listen to her recordings at night." "I hardly notice them any more, then I say something at work, or here, something I never thought of before, it scares me." "I don't know what I can do, but I think what she's doing could be against the law, I know blackmail is, and the rest, I don't want to be charged with that, heck, the stuff she and I do, the way I dress, that could get me fired, then where would she be, she has no money of her own, she inherited some but lost it at casinos and on the stock market." "Be careful, you shouldn't get yourself in trouble. Do you really like this?" "I like the lingerie, and some mild things, but it just escalated and now, I don't know." He left her to her chores and went to look at the headphone set up that Amy wore each night, he didn't like the implications, but he knew that he couldn't do anything overt to countermand Nancy's orders. He didn't want to tell Amy he had been thinking of getting out of the marriage, no matter how much he wanted to talk to someone about it. He looked at her cellphone and on impulse he looked up Craig's cell number and email address. He went up to his office and quickly put them in a hidden file in his work laptop in case he ever needed them. He saw how Nancy had slaved Amy's phone. He looked through the controls on the phone in detail. Later he went downstairs and watched Amy at her chores. She had finished dusting and vacuuming the house and was working on a simple dinner, Nancy had wanted her to re-heat the left over lasagne she had made earlier in the week. Tim sat down at the kitchen table and watched his neighbor as she worked on a salad. "What would people think if they could see us," he commented. "What do you mean?" "Me, dressed like this, sitting around while you are working on the salad, naked except for those heels." "Don't forget the butt plug," Amy turned and smiled as she said that. Bad Wife Timmie had actually been ogling her bottom for some time, but hadn't mentioned the flesh colored plug that occasionally showed between her cheeks. "I think it accentuates a beautiful bottom." Amy laughed and pushed her bottom out and wiggled it back and forth. "It's amazing how fast I got used to being naked all the time." "I know, the first time I walked downstairs dressed up I was terrified, but you get used to it pretty quick." They were quiet for a while, and a little later Nancy came home. She sat at a chair and made Tom kneel under the kitchen table and lick her to orgasm as she watched Amy prepare supper. Oddly she allowed Amy to sit at the table and the three of them had an informal meal, talking as if she had invited Amy over for supper. The fact that Amy was naked was completely ignored. Tommy was able to communicate with Silvia via a new web email account during his working day. He didn't spend much time on it, but did send one picture of himself in his sissy outfit, she was delighted. Submitting to Nancy was becoming harder and harder. On Friday of Tommie's first week home he had some extra work in the evening, a conference call with a client and his company HQ. Nancy made Slut dress in her usual business clothes, but without panties or bra, the two of them left in Nancy's car. Nancy pulled up at a strip-mall. "Get out here Slut." Amy looked at her in horror "I Said GET OUT HERE. SLUT!" Amy already knew not to disobey and opened the door and stepped out, she didn't have her purse, no money, no credit cards, and she was in an unfamiliar part of a town she seldom went to. "Come!" The command was issued as if to a dog. That wasn't missed by Amy. She went around to the driver's side window. "Go into that tattoo parlor, tell them that you are Slut and you are here for your appointment. They will only take you if you tell them that you are 'Slut'. Now get in there, I'll pick you up when you're done." Amy had no choice, she walked across the parking lot in the shop, it advertised that it did both tattoos and piercing, underneath those words were the words 'intimate' and 'confidential'. Amy wondered about both words. She shivered. Then the moaned to herself as she realized that her nipples were erect and hard. She approached the young girl at the reception counter. "I, uh..." "Speak up, can't hear you." "I'm, uh, here for my appointment." "Wachyurename." "Excuse me?" "YOUR. NAME. WHAT. IS. IT?" the girl practically yelled out, finishing with a smirk. "M, mm, ... ah, it's ..." "Go on honey, spit it out, can't take care of you without your name." She was grinning now. "slut." "What was that, can't hear you. SPEAK UP." "Slut!" it came out louder than she intended. "Oh yeah, that's it, I do have an appointment for Slut, you're 10 minutes late. You'll have to wait, I let the next person in already." Amy trembled, what would Mistress say if Amy wasn't done by the time she came to pick her up. "Please, I have to get in, my ride will be here expecting it all to be done. Please." The young girl had just been having fun, she thought it was just some practical joke when Nancy made the appointment, maybe a bet someone lost. But Slut looked like she was terrified. She decided that there was more to this than met the eye, god knows they got all kinds in her, but this was a bit different. The young girl wasn't mean by nature, but circumstance had left her with a dog eat dog attitude and things were slow anyway. She knew what time the ride was returning and there was plenty of time, not that she'd tell Slut that. "I might be able to fit you in, but it'll cost you." "I, I. I don't have my purse with me, I can owe you, I'll pay you back tomorrow during my lunch break." "No dice lady, I need something now. Either cash, or maybe something else, payment in kind so to speak. Whadda ya say." Amy was crestfallen, she was afraid of the girl now, not sure what to do. "Hurry up Slut, make up your mind now, otherwise it'll be an extra hour, hour and a half maybe." "Oh god, all right." "Its a deal then?" "Yes." Amy took a big breath steeling herself, not knowing what was to follow. "Strip down." Amy stared at her. "Hurry up, you'll have to do it eventually, what with all the work we're doing. Strip, right here, right now." Trembling Amy opened her coat and took it off, looking around. "Give it here, I'll take care of it." Handing the coat across the counter Amy looked around, the store-front window had lots of writing on it, but she had been able to see into the shop from the parking lot. "Come on, come on, there's nothing there I haven't seen before." Amy unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her skirt, took it off, handed it to the girl. "That's it, nice tits, real sexy, hardly any sag at all, most guys like 'em bigger though. Hope I can look that good when I'm your age. Keep going." Amy chose here skirt next. Unbuckling the belt, unbuttoning and pulling the zip down she lowered it and stepped out of it. "Sexy, nice wax job, I like the garter-belt and hose, really sexy. Gimme the skirt. Amy was standing in the store, in view of anyone who walked by, or anyone who walked in. She was standing there in a garter belt and hose, with high heeled, calf high, fur lined boots. Here breasts and bare pussy on display. "You better lose the garter-belt slut, might as well take off your boots and hose, you can put on the boots after. Hate to see the hose just sagging." Amy unfastened the hose from the garters, took of the belt and then bent and unzipped the side zip on the boots. Stepping out of the boots, she leaned on the counter, back to the girl and removed the hose from each leg, folding and placing them on the counter. They disappeared almost as soon as she did. She stepped back into the boots and did them up. Now naked except for the boots she stood and turned back to look at the girl. "Very nice, very nice. Come around here." On the other side of the counter Slut saw her skirt folded and on the floor in front of the girl. At a motion from her tormentor Slut knelt on her dress and looked up fearfully. "I wanted to see if you'd do it, and by golly you did. You really are a slut. I bet you can really munch carpet can't you." Slut remained silent. "I asked you a question. Are you good at liking cunt?" Slut blushed and looked down. "Yes." "I bet you could make me sing, but I just ain't into girls, but there is something you can do." She turned, bent over, lowered her jeans and panties, she turned and looked at slut. "You can kiss my ass-hole, spread me and kiss it." Slut was in another world, she didn't want to do it, but something compelled her. It was as if she was in a fog, yet everything was clear. She would remember this moment for ever as clearly as if it happened five minutes ago. Reaching out she spread the girls cheeks, she could see the anus, it was actually pink, she wished hers looked that good. Thankfully it appeared clean. Leaning forward she softly kissed the inside of first one cheek, then the other, as if steeling herself for her next move. Spreading the cheeks as far apart as she could she carefully placed her lips on target, her tongue slowly speared forward and caressed, and retracted. She leaned back and gently released the cheeks she had been holding. Leaning forward she gently kissed each cheek again. She remained kneeling, looking at the ground, her mind at once peaceful and whirling. Amy seemed to be standing above herself, looking down at the kneeling figure that she could barely recognize. 'What have I become, what won't I do' she asked herself. The girl was quiet as she pulled her pants up. She was less flippant and more sober when she turned. "I guess you better get up, go through the curtain there, turn right and go to the second door on the right. Wait there." she said quietly. As Slut passed through the curtain she heard the girl say: "My name's Jordan." "I'm Amy." Slut followed directions and found herself in a room that resembled a large cubicle at a doctor's office. There was a full length high medical examining table, complete with paper covering, a chair that looked like something from a dentist's office, a work bench, shelves and a cabinet. In a few minutes a young man came in, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties and Jordan came with him. They directed Amy to lay on the examination table, Jordan mounted what looked like gynecologist's stirrups to the table. Soon Slut was skootched all the way down on the table, her legs raised high and apart. He felt the two people handling her pussy lips, spraying something on that seemed to deaden the feeling. The seemed to be talking quietly to each other. Then she felt one of them tugging out one lip, a squeezing feeling and then a sharp pain. She gasped, and grunted. She tried to get up. "No you don't slut!" Called out Jordan and came around and pushed her back. The young man didn't say anything, just quickly fastened a belt around her waist holding her to the table, in quick succession her ankles were fastened to the stirrups and her arms were fastened down. Jordan slapped her face. "No struggling, no yelling. No-one will hear you, and the more you struggle the more mistakes we'll make. Understand!" Slut was silent, tears running down her eyes. "UNDERSTAND!" "Yes." In a meek voice. Seven more times she felt the pain, she kept quiet but tears rolled down her face. Next they moved to her breasts and very quickly she found that they didn't deaden her at all there, and the pain was intense. She began sobbing and telling them that they couldn't do it. She found herself with a penis gag in her mouth. After her breasts they put a piercing in her belly-button. Once that was in they turned her over and the young man began to tattoo her lower back. He worked for more than an hour. It hurt. When it was over they used mirrors to show her what had been done. She had eight gold rings in her outer pussy lips, four to a side, The young man laced a fine gold chain between the rings and locked it on with a small padlock. The pain from the lock hanging from the recent piercings was sharp and the man soon removed it. He looped the chain around her neck with the lock holding the two ends together. He put the key in her hand. She also had gold barbells in her nipples, and a set of large gold rings that could replace them. Another ring graced her navel. On her lower back was an ornate cursive design. Incorporated in the design was an arrow pointing down to the crack of her bottom cheeks. It was hard to read, but she could see that the design also disguised the word "SLUT". "It's official now" said Jordan with a leer. Amy was restored to her clothes just as Nancy pulled up. The horn honked and Amy ran out and got into the car. The ride home was quiet, her back hurt where the new tattoo pressed against the seat of the car and her piercings all stung. Her labia stung and ached. Once home Nancy made Amy strip and show off her new decorations. Amy could tell that Tommie was disturbed although he complemented Nancy on the 'improvements'. Tommy wondered how long it would be before Nancy told him that she wanted similar modifications to his body. Nancy gave Amy the key to her own house, her cellphone and told Amy that she could go home and didn't have to be back until eight o'clock on Sunday evening. Slut was also given the care instructions for her tattoo and piercings. "Oh, here are some pain pills, use them sparingly, I don't want some sort of zombie or addict when you show up her Sunday evening." As Amy put her coat on and started for the door Nancy gave her some more instructions. "You can use your cell phone to call your son, or make business calls, and you probably need to go to the grocery store if you want to make yourself dinner. Text me when you get back, and text me for permission if you want to leave the house again." Amy had already been told that her phone was slaved to Nancy's and any calls she made or received would be recorded. The next 10 days went in a flash for Tommie, he participated in Nancy's games, but his mind was on Sylvia. During his workday, in addition to his work, he found time to spend more time on some private business as well as some surreptitious email exchanges with his new lover. He wanted to be able to break with Nancy with the minimum of fuss. Ten days after he arrived home, he left again for a week-long trip to Atlanta. Unbeknownst to his employers or his wife, Sylvia took a long overdue vacation and met him there. Tommie thought long and hard about Amy's situation. He didn't want to be liable for any prosecution if things came to that, although he knew that to protect her name and Craig's reputation, Amy would claim it was a voluntary arrangement. He talked to Sylvia about it and she was horrified. "You must do something." "What can I do? I need to prepare things so that I don't lose my job, or too much money in a divorce. I would be prepared to give her half of everything, but she'll find a lawyer who will want everything." "Perhaps you should contact the Son, he might be able to do something." "Maybe so." Craig was puzzled with the email he got. He didn't answer for several days. During that time he called his mother. She sounded odd, different. But he didn't let on that he suspected anything. In fact he wasn't sure that he would be able to tell the difference if he hadn't gotten Tom's email. To be continued.