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Companion Fare Ch. 01

By: evals22



I am fifty one and my wife Lori, just turned fifty this year. We have two sons off at college and have been happily married for 23 years. We are a relatively normal couple and like a lot of couples we have become routine in our relationship. Now that the kids are gone we have rekindled our sex lives and have expanded it. Not anything too serious, just a few toys and adult videos. Sex in the pool, in the family room. Things like that. We have spiced things up a bit and have added role play and fantasy sharing into our lives. Lori often talks a lot about being dominated by a man. Used and humiliated. Made to be nasty. We expand on these fantasies, but she admits they never involve me because she would be too weirded out having me treat her like a slut and then sit at the dinner table with our kids.

Never the less it has been fun to do and we both have enjoyed the new direction our intimate life has gone. Lori is five foot five and about a hundred and twenty five pounds. She has long brown hair and nice 34 c breasts. There is a bit of a sag but not too noticeable. She is not a hard bodied twenty something, but I would put her up against most women in their late thirties. She is very comfortable in her body and has a self assured sensuality about herself. She doesn’t dress sexy and I think most people would be surprised to see how in shape her body is underneath the sweats and frumpy clothes she wears. When she does dress up it is usually very conservative and classical.

Well, I think this is enough background on us and I want to relate a recent event that has taken us to a new level. I did not participate for most of what I am going to describe, but I will relate it as best I can from the information I have learned.

We were both at a company picnic in July. It was like most of these types of events; pleasant enough but you were happy when it was over. I am a senior partner in a firm and honestly do not relish spending a day socializing with employees. It is something you need to do in today’s business environment. One of my partners, whom I have known for most of my career was there with his ‘wife,’ Donna. He had divorced years ago and they had been a couple for at least the past seven years. They had never married and shared a home with kids from both previous marriages. Donna was younger than us, early forties I think. I liked her but we rarely got together except at company functions.

She was tall and blonde with a short, almost manly haircut. She spoke her mind and was always fun to listen to. While, Lori tended to be quiet and subdued, Donna was loud and boisterous. She kept herself in good shape but I never thought of her in any type of sexual connotation. We had all had a few beers and the three of us were chatting while the caterers were barbecuing the food.

Donna had at one time worked for the airlines and because of this she could fly at a reduced rate. She said she tried to take advantage of this perk, because the way the airline industry was going she felt it may not be available much longer. They were remodeling their home and she was planing on flying to North Carolina to visit some furniture companies. Lori mentioned how much fun that sounded and Donna told us she could bring a friend on a companion fare for only a hundred dollars. She added the fare was for first class travel.

By the time lunch was over the two girls had decided to make it a girl’s extended weekend and I encouraged Lori to go on the trip. It seems I always was going on fishing or golf outings and wanted her to have a chance to do something she liked. It was decided the two of them would leave for a five day trip in a few weeks.

Lori, having had a bit too much to drink giggled as she said it sounded funny to be using a ‘companion fare’. It was as though she was Donna’s sidekick or ward for the trip. 

Donna looked at Lori and said, “You do know what it means to travel as a companion?”

Lori laughed a bit and shook her head no.

“A companion needs to do what she is told, for the entire trip.” 

There was a moment of serious silence, then Donna broke into laughter. I glimpsed at Lori who was laughing along and could not help but notice the slight flush on her neck that she gets when she is excited. Nothing more was said nor did I give it a second thought. Until I picked her up from the airport.

When they left from San Francisco airport, Lori took a shuttle because I was too busy to drive her up. That morning she was dressed nicely in a skirt and sleeveless sweater, very unusual compared to the jogging outfits she usually wore when we traveled. She told me those using these employees’ tickets needed to dress up if they were to utilize the first class fares. I kissed her goodbye and said I would see her in five days.

I arrived at the airport early and parked the car. I knew what gate they were arriving at but because of security I could only wait in the main lobby of the airport. I figured I would greet them as they walked to the exit, knowing they only had carry on and would not need to go to the baggage claim area.

About fifteen minutes after they landed I saw a group of people heading down a long hallway that lead to the baggage area and exit where I was. I was probably 150 to 200 feet away. I first spotted Donna walking at a leisurely pace. She had no luggage so I figured they must have checked things in. I wondered if I could head to the claim area with them or if I should go and get the car.

Then a few feet behind Donna I noticed Lori. I did a second take because she looked different. Her hair had been cut to shoulder length and the brown color had been highlighted with blond streaks. She was walking on heels that were much higher than any I remembered seeing and in each hand she was pulling a suitcase with wheels behind her. This forced her arms back and caused her chest to be thrust forward. 

She was wearing a tight black skirt that was at least four inches above her knees and with each stride you could see it pull up against her thighs. I recognized the green sleeveless sweater, the same one she left in but it was obvious she was braless. Each step caused her tits to bounce and even from my distance you could see the outline of her nipples. Men all around her were walking along and stealing glances of my wife. It was though she was being displayed. 

Donna noticed me and waved. She gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered into my ear.

“Do you like my little companion’s new look?”

I flashed back to the conversation at the picnic and just stared open mouthed. Lori stopped a few feet from me and smiled. I had known her long enough to understand she was happy. I went to grab the suitcases and Donna reached out, using her arm to block me.

“Let little Lori get those, walk with me.” She took off and for a split second I stood wondering what to do. Lori nodded her head and motioned it as if for me to follow Donna. I caught up in a few steps and as we walked Donna spoke.

“Your wife and I have had a wonderful time together. I expect her to tell it all to you, in detail. I hope you will approve because we both want to take little trips together,’ she looked at me smiled and added, “don’t say anything more until you get her home. Just go with the flow.” 

Her evil smile caused a stirring in my pants and I decided I would follow her advise for now.

When we reached the car I put both suitcases in the trunk. Donna motioned for Lori to come close to us, and with the trunk open she spoke to her.

“Pet, I think you should show your husband the little treat we have for him. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Donna.” With that Lori looked straight into my eyes and bent slightly to reach the hem of her skirt. She pulled it upwards, struggling to get the tight fitting skirt up until I could see her pussy. It had been shaved into what I later learned was called a Brazilian cut, or landing strip style. She held the skirt up as her face flushed with embarrassment. I looked around to see if anyone was watching then looked back when I heard Donna’s voice.

“Pet, I know I made you drink so much water on the plane. Be a good girl and squat for Miss Donna and pee for me.”

Lori hesitated, being in a public garage and in front of me, her still in shock husband, when Donna’s voice resonated above the clamor of the garage.

“Slut, do not make me unhappy, or I will strip you down and whip your ass on the hood of the car. Do it now!”

I moved forward in a protective gesture when I saw Lori shake her head, silently telling me everything was all right. She squatted down, obscenely spreading her knees. Looking, not at me but at Donna, she paused. You could see her body tense, trying not to follow the command. A command she had never done in public before. Finally she closed her eyes and after what seemed an eternity a few drops of her golden fluid began to trickle onto the concrete floor. Soon it strengthened into a full stream and splattered heavily onto the floor and her painted toes sticking out of her high heeled sandals. The puddle became a mini lake and I soon was wishing for her to stop before we were noticed. She must have drank quite a bit because it took a while before she was through.

“Good girl. Now get into the back seat of the car, in the middle. Leave your skirt around your waist and place each foot against the door. Hurry up, Pet!”

Lori quickly responded and when Donna and I sat in the front seat of my Mercedes I could look back at the glistening cunt of my wife. She was breathing in short labored breaths and seemed on the brink of orgasm.

“I want two fingers in that nasty cunt of yours at all times. You may not stop fucking yourself until otherwise stated. Do not cum unless you ask me, properly.” Donna looked over at me and nonchalantly added, “Let’s get going, you can drop me off, I am anxious to check in with the kids.”

As I drove, I could not help but hear the whimpering of my wife as she played with herself. Looking in the rearview mirror I could only see her upper body and her eyes were clenched tightly shut. Donna noticed me looking in the mirror and smiled.

“Easy big boy, no accidents. Keep your eyes on the road,” she laughed.

We drove for well over twenty minutes, no one speaking. The only noises were those of my wife’s breathing and the squishy wet sound of her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy. The silence was finally broken by Lori’s quiet husky voice.

“Miss Donna, may you little Pet please cum?”

“Not yet. Your cunt isn’t ready yet. Now keep working at it while your husband pulls over.” We were on Interstate 280 near a rest stop with a statue of Father Junipier Sierra. A place known for gay meetings late at night. It was barely sunset and I was worried about police surveillance in the area. I pulled into the parking lot and parked in an isolated space near the restrooms. The area was deserted.

Donna turned in her seat and looked back at my wife.

“Tell your husband what you are.”

“I am Miss Donna’s Pet.”

“And what does Miss Donna’s Pet do?”

“She is a slut who does whatever Miss Donna thinks she should, because sluts are too stupid to think for themselves.”

“You may cum, Pet.”

With that I watched as my wife of twenty three years, body convulsed in what appeared to be a series of orgasms. After it was over she laid back in the seat with her legs splayed open and a content look on her face.

“Good girl. Now pull your skirt down and go into the ladies room and freshen up. We want you to look presentable when you get home, don’t we Lori?”

That was the first time Donna had used her name and I sensed it signaled an end to their little game. When Lori left to use the restroom Donna spoke with me.

“First of all, neither of us want this to have a major effect on our lives. We both love our families too much. But on the other hand I love being a Dom and your wife loves being my pet. We want to continue our little discrete games, but only, and I mean only as long as you have no objections. Have Lori explain our time together and I hope you will be understanding. Looking at your pants, I think, in some ways you may have already answered that question. But remember Lori loves you and if you are not okay with this then so be it. There is no reason to punish her for what has already happened. From what I understand you both have played with the fantasy of her being dominated. The only difference being in your fantasies it was a man.”

Donna got into the back seat leaving the front for Lori when she returned. I noticed she was wearing a bra and had pulled her skirt down lower towards her knees. She looked more herself, which I appreciated since our son, Jeff was home from college for the weekend. After we dropped off Donna we headed home. We talked, but it was a forced conversation. We spoke of family and the furniture she had purchased. Both avoiding the topic on our minds. 

When we arrived home there was a note on the door from the garage from our son apologizing for missing us. There was a party at school this weekend and he decided to go back early. In a way we both were pleased. I took her suitcase upstairs and waited for her. I knew we had a lot to talk about, but right now my only concern was taking care of my throbbing cock. After a few minutes I called for Lori and got no response. Being a bit curious I headed downstairs looking for her. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

As I walked into the kitchen I noticed the door to the garage was still open. I walked into the garage and stopped at the first step with a start.

There on the her knees next to the car was Lori. She was nude with her knees spread and her arms clasped behind her back. She heard me and smiled as she looked up.

“Miss Donna told me, the first chance I had I was to strip down and give you a blow job. She said we wouldn’t be able to talk until you came. Come here. I want to suck that cock of yours so bad. Miss Donna told me from now on I will always swallow your cum, unless you wish to shoot it on my tits or face. No more spitting into tissue. A good slut learns to appreciate the taste of cum.”

I could not believe it. Lori rarely allowed me to cum in her mouth and when I did she always spit it out making me feel guilty for enjoying the pleasure of her mouth. Now she was naked in the garage begging to swallow my load. Once I walked over to her she quickly pulled my cock out of my pants and nearly engulfed it in one motion. I was so hot, I lasted only seconds and came in torrents into her mouth. After shooting off I opened my eyes and looked down. Lori still had my cock in her mouth and was looking up at me. It was so sexy as she pulled her head back and my dick popped out of her mouth and swung lewdly in front of her face. She smiled at me, opened her mouth and showed me a mouth full of cum. Closing her lips together she smiled again and swallowed. She opened her mouth. proving to me she had indeed swallowed it all and whispered.

“Let’s go upstairs. We have a lot to talk about.”

End of Part one. Send comments.

Companion Fare Ch. 02



After my blow job in the garage, Lori kissed me on the cheek and headed upstairs. When she went ahead of me I saw her ass for the first time and noticed a criss cross pattern across her tight heart shaped rear. When I asked her about it she just replied she had been bad and Miss Donna had needed to punish her. Before I could follow up she told me to be quiet and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and 2 glasses. We headed upstairs and settled into bed as she told me the story of her trip with Donna...

Lori had met Donna at the airport and went through the gate area together. They chatted about family and the trip, sitting in the first class lounge waiting for the boarding time. It was early to drink, but Donna insisted they have a cocktail or two while waiting. The lounge was rather deserted and they sat in a booth near the bar. Lori was feeling a bit tipsy, haven't having much to eat for the day when Donna came back with bad news. Their flight which had a stop in Chicago was being delayed for 90 minutes due to traffic problems at O'Hare airport.

Donna bought them another drink and they spoke while the lounge slowly started to fill up with other first class travelers. Lori was feeling quite giddy and suggested they get something to eat when she was startled by Donna's response.

"I thought we discussed what traveling on a companion fare means. You do not suggest things to me. You do as you are told."

Lori was shocked by the serious tone and sudden change of demeanor in Donna's attitude. She looked around to see if others had heard her.

"Don't look elsewhere. Look at me!" Donna had lowered her voice but it still had the air of authority. "I saw how you looked at the picnic when I told you what a companion meant."

"I thought you were joking, Donna. Come on what do you think I am?" asked Lori in a quiet whisper.

"I know you are a little submissive slut. The question is do you want to admit it?" Donna smiled and continued, "We can have a nice girls' trip and spend some money shopping...or we can do that and explore your submissive side. It is up to you, but I do not want to play games with you. Lori, if I read you properly, and I think I have, there is something deep inside of you crying out for release. I have no interest in controlling your life or affecting your marriage. I only want to have some fun and to me that is spending the time with my little Pet." As she said the word 'Pet' Donna reached across the table and gently brushed her finger across Lori's lips.

The fifty year old housewife shuddered at the soft touch. She could not believe what was happening but she could not deny the wetness between her legs. She had replayed the picnic conversation over and over in her mind these past weeks. She had thought there was more than a joke in those words and now knew she was right.

"Donna, I..I have never done anything like this. My husband and I play fantasy games and such, but...but I don't think I can do..."

Before she could finish, Donna placed her fingers back on Lori's lips, stopping her from speaking. She leaned across the table and spoke.

"Finish your drink in one gulp. Then it is decision time. You either walk over to the gate and wait for me, and we never speak of this again. Or," and Donna paused for effect, "or you go to the ladies room and remove your bra and panties. Then you come back to me and tell 'Miss Donna' you are ready for our trip to begin."

Donna sat back in the both and watched Lori. Lori reached down to her vodka tonic and picked up the glass, afraid her trembling would spill it all over the table. She put the glass to her lips and drained the remains of it in one long swallow. Without a word she slid out of the booth and walked away. The exit to the gates and the restrooms were in the same direction. Donna watched and smiled as she saw the women, eight years her senior, pause at the hallway to the ladies room.

Lori stood there for what seemed an eternity. Knowing she should head to the gate but wanting to go the other route. She reasoned, this was a short trip, she could explore a side of herself she has always wanted to. She could stop things at any time. She took a deep breath and turned towards the women's lounge. She could hear her heart pounding as she pushed the door and entered into the large tiled room. Before she could change her mind she entered a stall and quickly pulled her top off. She removed her bra and noticed how hard her nipples were. She flushed knowing they would be apparent through the thin material of her sweater. She quickly slid her panties off, noticing the heavy aroma. God, she was so embarrassed. What if everyone in the bar could smell her. She was a slut!

She stuffed her underwear in her purse and headed out of the stall. As she passed the vanities she could not help but notice her nipples through her top and the look of lust on her face. She told herself to hurry back to the booth and keep her eyes down. She would just melt if she saw men ogling her. 

She slid into the both and spoke quietly, "Donna, I am ready for our trip."

"No, no my Pet. You will refer to me as 'Miss Donna', from now on. You should have seen the guys watching your titties bounce when you walked back here. Now say it properly, and apologize for being so stupid."

Lori could feel her face turn red as this women humiliated her. Yet she never felt so alive then at this moment. 

"I am sorry. Miss Donna I am ready for our trip."

"You are sorry for what my Pet?"

Lori hesitated, knowing deep inside what this women expected of her, "I am sorry for being so stupid, Miss Donna."

Donna smiled, "That is okay my dear. I know you will need a lot of work over these next few days to learn your place. I am afraid I may even need to punish you if I do not see an improvement. So far you have not shown me anything positive. Now, I can see you removed your bra, " Donna laughed as she added, "and so can everyone else. But I need to be sure you followed all my instructions. Now my Pet, you have two choices. One, you can pull your skirt up and show me your nasty little cunt, or two you can show me your underwear. Up to you."

Lori thought she would faint. Certainly she couldn't be serious about exposing herself. That left only one choice. She reached down to her purse and opened it. She gathered her panties, her white, not very sexy panties, into her fist and pushed her hand out to Donna.

"Unfold them and place them on the table."

Lori could feel herself blush as she opened her hand a put her intimate apparel on the table. She put her hands in her lap and prayed Donna would let her put them away. It wasn't to be.

"My goodness, Pet. I can smell them from here. Your little pussy must be working overtime."

Donna picked them up and brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply. Lori could not believe how brazen this women was! She heard some voice and noticed two middle age business men near by staring in disbelief. Donna glanced over and motioned them to come to the table. 

As they approached, Donna spoke. "Hello gentlemen, I noticed you were watching my Pet and I."

One of the men seemed a bit flustered and said something about how he had noticed the panties.

"Oh, these, " Donna said as she let them hang from her finger. "These aren't mine, I would never wear something as, as..." She tried to figure what word she was looking for, "as matronly as these."

Lori blushed and glanced at both men who stood in front of the booth essentially blocking others views into the booth. She silently thanked her luck for that when the other man spoke.

"Then whose are they?" he asked while staring at Lori, knowing the answer.

"Tell these men whose they are." Everyone could sense the authoritarian tone in her voice.

Lori spoke, to no one in particular, "They are mine."

"So does that mean, besides obviously not wearing a bra you are pantyless?"

"Yes," Lori stammered.

"Yes what, Pet!"

"Yes...Miss Donna."

"My, my, these fine men are going to become very agitated with you. I expect your answers to be complete sentences. Now do you want me to have them back away from the table and make you answer in front of the entire bar?"

The men couldn't believe the luck of falling into these two women's little game. They both were good looking and even though this couldn't go far both men figured they would ride with it as far as possible.

Lori fought back the tears of embarrassment, and answered, "Yes, Miss Donna. I, I am not wearing any panties."

Donna smiled and noticed the screen was indicating their flight would be boarding in a few minutes. She was pleased with how this had gone so far and figured it was time to leave before poor Lori went catatonic. Donna was brought out of her thoughts when one of the men spoke.

"Donna, or should I call you Miss Donna. I am not sure we should believe such a disobedient pet. Do you?" he smiled as he continued with his plan. "Now I saw her go to the ladies room, and from the smell of those panties I believe she was wearing them. But how can you be sure she didn't slip on another pair she may have had in her purse?"

Donna liked this guys guts. He wasn't ready to let things end just yet, but he was playing along and sending his ideas to Donna.

"You know, I never thought of that. I am not sure, not a hundred per cent sure she didn't do what you said. I guess I could take her to the ladies room and have her prove it to me. Unless you have a better idea?"

"Well, being me and my friend block the view to this table, and how it was my idea that this women could be deceiving you. Well maybe you could have her prove it to all of us."

Lori could hear herself gasp. She couldn't believe what was happening. She wouldn't do it, Donna was going too fast. She had to say something, to get up and leave. Instead she could feel herself get wetter. Rather than want to end this she was inwardly hoping it would continue. She felt so alive, so nasty...so free!

"Pet, I really believe this gentleman has a valid point. We cannot start our little adventure if we cannot trust one another. I need to know now if you are being honest with me." Donna's voice was never above a whisper but in Lori's mind it echoed and thundered like a roar from a football fan berating the opposing team.

"I, I didn't do what he said Miss Donna. I am not lying. Please, please do not make me do this...in front of them," Lori pleaded.

"Now. Pull your skirt all the way up. Do not put it down until I tell you," Donna slid in the booth till she was next to Lori and she pushed the table as far away from them as possible. "Do it, make Miss Donna proud."

Lori's body was shaking as her hands reached down to her skirt. She grabbed the hem and started to pull it upwards. About halfway up her thighs it became bunched up and Lori stopped.

"That's okay Pet, silly slut. You need to lift your ass off the seat to pull it up further. Put one leg on the floor and the other on the booth and lift yourself up."

Lori's eyes widened as she realized it would force her legs apart and she would not just expose herself but would open herself to these two men. She was beyond any coherent state and had no will of her own. She took her left high heel and set it on the booth. With her right foot pushing against the floor she raised herself a few inches off the seat. Her back was supported by the booth leaving her hands free. As soon as the pressure was gone she bunched her skirt up lifting it to her waist. Her pussy was in the open and she noticed the smell. She sat her bare ass against the booth and sat with eyes closed waiting for Donna's permission to cover up.

"Good. Now open your eyes and look at our friends. Put your fingers in your smelly cunt and show them how wet you are."

Lori, on autopilot, dropped her right hand onto her mons and was surprised how easily her two fingers nestled into the warm confines of her womanhood. She thrust her fingers in to the knuckle cumming almost instantly. She then pulled her fingers out. She held them up, glistening with her juices, showing them as if they were some prized possession.

"Lick them clean, Pet," Donna paused as she watched the fingers slowly move towards Lori's lips, "then we need to go."

Lori had tasted herself before, but never remembered such a strong pungent flavor before. She was enjoying savoring the taste when a poke in her ribs by Donna brought her back to reality. She quickly lifted her bottom and retraced the path of her skirt back below her knees. The women left the booth and grabbed their suit cases. Walking on wobbly legs, Lori could feel the men's eyes on her and wondered if any of their friends would believe their story. She smiled.

They settled into their first class seats and Lori realized how drained she was. Donna grabbed a blanket and covered Lori. She brushed her friends hair away from her face and watched as she fell asleep as soon as the plane was airborne.

End of Part 2. Please leave comment.



Companion Fare Ch. 03



The trip to Chicago was uneventful, Lori slept most of the trip. She would open her eyes from time to time and see Donna reading through the furniture catalogs and smile at the satisfaction she felt. As strange as it may sound to someone, including herself, Lori had to admit she was content in her role and was looking forward to the coming days.

They changed planes and arrived in Charlotte in the afternoon. The weather was very warm and humid. Both women were not use to weather like this in late July and silently understood why California was so popular. Donna spoke to Lori as a friend and chatted about everything but what Lori and her were thinking of. She knew Lori was hers but wanted to prolong the anticipation.

They checked into the Morehead Inn, an upscale resort on the outskirts of the city. Their room was beautiful. It was called the Euclid suite and had two four poster beds, a large sitting area and a whirlpool bath. Before they could even settle in Donna grabbed Lori’s wrist and playfully dragged her to the lobby. They entered a stylists parlor on the premises and Donna asked the girls if they had time to style her girlfriend’s hair. Without an appointment and with it getting near closing the stylist said they would need to return in the morning.

Donna pulled the stylist aside and they chatted for a few minutes. The girl kept looking at Lori and smiling. She in turn spoke with her assistant and it was settled; they would stay late and do the job. Donna explained she offered them both twice their regular fee. Lori stood and watched as the two women closed up the shop and shut the blinds that looked out into the lobby of the resort. Lori knew something was happening and she felt that welcome tingling course through her body.

“Pet, come over here,” Donna spoke in the now familiar tone of authority. “I want you to meet Ann and her assistant Chloe. They have been kind enough to help with your frightful appearance.

Her words cut into Lori like a knife. She nodded to both women, a silent hello. Ann was probably in her late thirties. She was a tall attractive nicely dressed women, while Chloe was probably in her late teens or early twenties. She had short blackish blue hair and was wearing khaki pants with a tight T-shirt that showed off her tight stomach and small breasts. When she turned Lori noticed a tattoo peeking above her low cut pants on her lower back. She had a Gothic look to her.

“Pet you will refer to them as Miss Ann and Missy Chloe.”

“Yes, Miss Donna,” Lori turned her head when she heard Chloe giggle. Lori’s face reddened when she saw the young girl laughing at her.

“Chloe!” snapped Donna. “My Pet is here for a reason, not your amusement. You both are being paid extremely well and I expect things to be done my way. Do you understand?”

Chloe, looked like a girl caught talking in class and mumbled an apology.

“Pet, I have decided we need to do something about your hair. Ann feels, and I agree a shorter cut and some blond highlights will be much sexier. Now we don’t want your top to get wet so remove it now.”

Lori looked ar Donna and knew it was happening again. She was ready to obey. She pulled her sweater over her head and placed it on the table. She stood in front of the three women feeling her nipples harden under their gaze. Chloe reached for the apron stylists give their clients but stopped when Donna shook her head.

“She won’t need that, dear. Go ahead and wash her hair.”

Chloe pointed to a chair with a sink at the head of it. Lori sat and the girl set the chair back placing Lori’s neck and head into the sink. The women’s breasts flattened against her chest but the hard nipples pointed upwards. She turned on the water and was waiting for it to warm when Donna signaled for her to stop. Donna walked over to the table and picked up two metal clips that are used to hold hair back and approached Lori.

“I want,” as Donna grabbed Lori’s right nipple and tugged it hard. ”for you to ask Chloe here to clamp your slutty little titties.”

Lori gasped at the pain and the excitement of Donna’s touch. Why won’t she clamp me she thought.

“Missy Chloe, would you please clip my slutty titties,” she whispered, noticing the almost evil smile cross the young girls face. Chloe hated washing the hair of rich women and having to always smile and bend over backwards for them. She was going to enjoy this wash.

Chloe grabbed the two clips and backed away from the chair. “Get up,” she ordered.

Lori looked over at Donna and was quickly disappointed by her not stepping in and was shocked when she heard. “Pet, you will obey these two ladies as you would me.”

Lori clamored out of the chair, which was difficult with the back still down and walked over to the girl who was young enough to be her daughter.

“Kneel,” Chloe pointed to the floor in front of her feet. She saw a smile on Donna’s face and knew she was to be given a free hand.

Lori knelt in front of the girl and keeping her eyes downcast she noticed the black Doc Martin boots.

“I know your Mistress calls you Pet, but I will refer to you as slut. Do you understand your name?”

“Yes, Missy Chloe I am a slut, your slut, and Miss Ann’s slut.” She looked up and could see the outline of Chloe’s nipples under her T-shirt. The girl was smiling, her white teeth looking much brighter against the Gothic black lipstick. Her jaw was moving as she chomped up and down on her gum.

“Make them bounce.”

Lori stuttered and looked to Donna for help.

“Don’t look at her slut. My you are a stupid slut. Make your titties bounce for me. Now.”

Lori understood and realized what was expected. She slowly started twisting her upper body at the waist causing her tits to swing back and forth.

“I said bounce, not twist, slut!”

Lori began pushing her knees up and down causing her breasts to bounce. She could feel her upper body flush with embarrassment or more likely excitement. Chloe just watched, loving the power of making this old bitch do as she wanted. After a good ten minutes she finally told Lori to stop. She noticed the sweat on her upper lip and between her breasts. She grabbed Lori’s nipple with her blue painted fingernails and lifted her breast off her chest. Lori winced in pain but would not give this girl the satisfaction of a cry of pain. The nipple was clipped and repeated on the other tit.

“Get in the chair slut.”

Lori stood and felt the pain in her nipples communicate directly with her pussy. She sat down and hung her head in the sink. Chloe started to wash her hair, scrubbing and rinsing with more vigor then necessary. She finished but before letting Lori up she moved her face inches from Lori’s.

The girls breath filled Lori’s nostrils and she felt before she saw the small tongue reach out and lick her cheek. Lori wanted her first kiss to be with Donna, not this child. She continued to lick the older women’s face and Lori stayed motionless hoping it would end.

“What is the matter, slut?” Chloe asked, “Am I too horrible to kiss? Open your mouth wide.”

Lori had no choice and opened readying herself for an intimate kiss. Instead she felt something drop into her mouth and she suddenly understood the girl had dropped her gum in Lori’s mouth.

“Chew it cunt. You may be too good to kiss me, but who is chewing whose gum, slut. Now thank me.”

Lori fought the urge to vomit and could not understand the mixed feelings she was having. One part of her was revolted by this and the other part was titillated beyond anything she had ever experienced. 

She chewed loudly and looked up into the girls eyes, “Thank you Missy Chloe, this slut is honored to use your gum.” She would not give into this girl, she would only win if she made Lori break.

Donna spoke for the first time, “Okay girls, lets get her hair finished. And Pet I want you to keep smacking that gum like the Bimbo you are.”

Lori fought the tears, she could take the abuse of others but not Miss Donna. 

It took over an hour to streak and style her hair. Donna and Chloe talked together like old friends. Lor sat topless the entire time smacking her gum loudly. Ann did not appear to be into these games and worked hard but never touched or commanded Lori to do anything but change her head position. When she finished Lori was pleased with the results. She looked younger and sexier.

Donna paid the girls, using Lori’s credit card and allowed her to put her top on. It was past 8 P.M. and Lori was getting hungry. They went to dinner in the hotel restaurant. Donna was referring to Lori by her name, not Pet, so Lori knew the game was over for now. “Tell me, Lori, what are your feelings about what has happened?” Donna asked during dessert.

“Honestly, Miss, I mean Donna, I am not sure. Obviously I enjoy the submission. It has always been something I’ve felt. My husband and I have talked and fantasized abut it often. I have never acted on it and I feel guilty I am, without him being here.”

“Well, I think if this goes beyond this trip he will have to become part of it. If not as an active Dom, perhaps as an observer. I know him well enough that he will not accept the ‘wimp husband’ or ‘cuckold’ role. You must be honest with him and the two of you need to decide if we are to continue once we return.”

“I know him well enough that some of this will appeal to him. I hope he will be okay with it, because I like being your Pet.” Lori looked into Donna’s eyes and smiled.

Donna’s voice changed slightly; enough for Lori to notice casual conversation becoming more.

“Well, Pet. Another choice for you. Up until now we really haven’t done anything too terrible. You could look your husband in the eye and tell him you haven’t had sex or done anything more than flirt. You could say that and really be close to telling the truth. Your choice now is, do you want to take the next step. That means I will expect you to have sex with me,” Donna paused and smiled slightly, “and with whomever I choose.”

Lori’s heart was beating quickly and she became flush. She wanted to go the next step, to turn herself over completely to this woman. Yet part of her struggled with what would happen when she returned home. This would be different then bedroom fantasy. It would be real and there would be no turning back. 

“Maybe, Miss Donna, we could stop for now and continue after I talk with him when we return. I want to take that next step...I, I just cannot risk my marriage.”

Donna knew it was a reasonable request. She also knew if she agreed she would be submitting herself to Lori and her husband. She would not be in control. The excitement she got was from the thrill of secrecy, the hunt, the domination. It may cost them their marriage but she was willing to risk it. Was Lori?

“Pet, my sweet Pet. That is not a choice. End it now, forever..... or accept my power over you. Open your arms to me and I promise you an exciting time. I don’t think it will cost you your marriage.....but it may. The risk is what makes it so good. It is what makes you so wet.”

Lori sat quietly for awhile. Turning it over and over in her mind. She knew she would tell him everything. Even if it cost them their marriage. So many times he spoke of watching her submitting and being used by others. It always turned him on. They never spoke of a woman in the Dom role but he reveled in the stories of her being passed around and forced to humiliate herself. Was his excitement real? Was it just fantasy? Was she willing to risk things or stop it here?

Donna’s voice broke the silence, “I will be going to the room. You charge the meal to our room and come to me. Knock on the door. When I answer it I will either find you naked in the hall or dressed. If naked you will be eating my pussy before bedtime. If dressed I will not speak another word of this again. Ever. Here or back home.”

Donna stood and walked away from the table. Lori sat pondering her next move. She sighed loudly and signaled the waiter for the tab. She walked to the room knowing what she should do; but also knowing what she wanted to do. She stood outside the door for a few minutes. The doorway was obscured and the chance of being seen was small.

She kicked her shoes off. All that was left was her skirt and top. The same clothes she kissed her husband goodbye in so long ago. She may hate herself for this but she would hate herself for never knowing. She dropped her skirt and top on the ground and knocked.

End of part 3..



Companion Fare Ch. 04



Lori knew Donna was on the other side of the door, she could hear her moving. She wished she would open up and let her in. She had decided to obey her, she had won; Lori was risking everything and Donna was making her wait.

Finally the door opened but the clang of the door chain echoed through the alcove. Donna ordered Lori to pass her shoes and clothes through the opening. She quickly picked up the items and pushed them through the gap. As she readied herself to ask her Mistress to let her in she was startled by the sound of the door closing. Waiting for the noise of the chain being unhooked, Lori soon realized it was not happening.

After a few minutes Lori heard a noise from the bottom of the door. An envelope, with the Resort's address on the corner was pushed under the door. Lori quickly opened it and found two one dollar bills and a note.

Pet,

I am thirsty. Get me a Diet Coke.

Lori stared at the note. Thoughts ran through her mind, where was the coke machine?, did it take dollars?, what would she say if she were caught? Lori remembered seeing the machines by the pool. It was past 11 P.M. so the area should be deserted. If she was caught she would say she got locked out of her room and her roommate was a heavy sleeper. She looked around the corner and all seemed quiet. She dashed across the lawn towards the pool. It was still warm out and the grass felt damp on her bare feet.

As she neared to vending machines she heard voices and she quickly hid behind some bushes in the shadows. Some teenage boys stopped at the machines and bought some sodas and snacks. There were three of them and they pulled some chairs out from the lawn furniture and sat down. Lori could feel her muscles begin to tighten as she waited and waited. It was over thirty minutes when she heard a familiar voice.

"Excuse me boys, have you seen a women with brown hair around?"

One of the boys spoke up, "Sorry Lady, we have been here for awhile and we haven't seen anyone. This place sucks. It closes down by eleven o'clock. She your daughter?"

Donna laughed, "Well, she is my Pet, but she is actually older then me."

"What do you mean, your, your pet?" asked the apparent spokesman of the group.

"Let's just say she likes to do things for me and I sent her here over an half hour ago to get me a Diet Coke. I am getting a bit angry with her insolence."

Donna noticed the curious looks on the boys faces, when one of the others asked, "What does she look like, we can tell her you are pissed if we run into her."

"Boys, if you saw here you would recognize her. She is bare ass naked."

The three boys sat upright in the seats and all asked questions at once. Donna laughed and said the woman had lost a bet and had to go get the drink nude. Donna said she suspected she was probably nearby waiting for the boys to leave. She raised her voice and said she was probably listening to them at this moment.

Lori didn't know what to do. Did Donna expect her to walk out into the light with these three adolescents standing there? Or was she just making things more risky.

Donna, still speaking loud, told the boys her room number and said if they found her they were to tell her Miss Donna ordered her to return to the room with the boys. Donna turned on her heels and walked away.

The boys continued to chat, not sure whether to believe the lady or not. The bigger of the three boys suggested two of them start to walk the perimeter of the pool area while the third guarded the vending area. They agreed and the two started out directly towards the hedge where Lori was hiding. She could not see how they would miss her and if she ran. If she did they were certainly faster than her and the ruckus they would make would surely bring hotel management out. What was she to do? 

When they were less then five feet away Lori spoke from behind the hedge, "Stop right there."

The startled two boys halted and listened to Lori.

"One of you boys throw me your T-shirt. If you don't I will start screaming that you boys stripped my clothes off and were going to rape me. Who do you think they will believe, you or a naked crying older woman?"

"Your friend, Miss Donna, told us this is a game, we will tell them that. Now let us see you, we won't touch you, I promise."

"No, now give me your shirt...Now!" Lori tried to sound in control. The teenagers didn't want to get in trouble and were use to obeying adults, so the big fellow stripped off his Tee and threw it on the hedge. Lori reached up and grabbed it, slipping it on before she stood.

"Thank you."

Lori walked past the boys and went directly to the soda machine. She fed in the two dollars and bought a bottle of Diet Coke. She turned to the shirtless boy and told him she would leave his shirt by the pool in the morning. As she walked away she could feel their eyes on her back. They were all imagining her nude body underneath. Lori smiled. She had outfoxed Donna.

When she got to the room she pulled off the shirt and knocked on the door. Donna opened it and seemed disappointed Lori was alone. She let her in and told her to kneel in front of the easy chair in the sitting area. Donna sat in front of Lori and decided not to ask how she accomplished her little task. Instead she angrily asked, "How long does it take to get a soda. I have been waiting nearly an hour!"

"I am sorry Miss Donna. I, I got lost in the dark."

Before Donna could answer they both were startled by a knock at the door. Donna told Lori to stay where she was and got up to check the door. When she opened it she saw the three boys, all with embarrassed smiles.

"Yes, boys?"

"Well, Ma'am," the shirtless boy stammered, "I, we met your lady friend, but she threatened to scream rape, and she made me give her my 'Pearl Jam' shirt. I thought you should know she was mean to us, and, and I want my shirt."

Donna smiled and understood. Lost in the dark, well so much for honesty. "I am sorry boys, my Pet isn't very well mannered. Why don't you boys come in and we can chat," she paused and added, "if you promise to be quiet about this and follow my instructions we can all have some innocent fun."

The three of them shook their heads in agreement and once through the door they all stopped in their tracks once they saw the nude Lori kneeling across the room.

Donna barked, "Pet, get your ass over here."

Lori knew she was in trouble but could feel the surge of excitement in her body she felt at the airport and the stylists. God she was depraved, yet she loved it. She started to rise when she heard her Mistresses voice.

"Crawl over here. I am angry with you for lying to me and these fine young men. Why threatening them with a charge of rape, is so evil!"

Lori turned around and saw the boys for the first time. Their eyes were wide open and she could feel her nipples harden under their gaze. She dropped down onto her hands and started to crawl towards them. It was about twenty feet but it seemed like a mile to her. She could feel the roughness of the carpet on her knees and the unmistakable wetness between her legs. 

She stopped at Donna's feet and sat up on her haunches. She kept her eyes down so she wouldn't have to see the leers of the boys. She admitted to herself she might cum just from watching them ogle her. She was such a slut!

"I am sorry boys. A good Pet would know how to present herself in front of company. She needs much training," Donna smiled as she lifted Lori's head upwards with a finger under her chin. "Knees apart, hands behind your back, back straight, eyes down!"

Lori followed the instructions quickly and as she lowered her eyes she could not but help notice the bulges in the boys shorts.

"Okay, gentlemen. I am sure you all know about safe sex. If you don't you had better learn. I cannot vouch for the cleanliness of this slut and we certainly do not want to risk such fine young men's health."

Lori could feel herself blush. Why, she hadn't been with another man in 23 years but Donna was making her sound like a a common whore. The humiliation added to the fire.

"You must also understand you never force a women to do something she doesn't want. Pet here is doing this for me. I just want it clear that you fellows never make a girl do things they do not want. Understood?" Donna heard the grunts of agreement from the boys.

"Pet, lay on your back and spread your legs for us." Donna watched as Lori followed her instructions. She knew the woman was in that zone where she would do anything."

"Now show the boys how a slut fucks herself."

Lori opened her eyes and looked up at Donna. She wants her to masturbate in front of them. Oh, God, she thought and I want to. Lori put her right hand down and pushed her two fingers inside herself. The noise of her wetness was unmistakable.

"Keep your eyes open and look at these boys. You will not cum until I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Donna." Lori answered in a bated breath. How she wanted to cum for these boys and especially for Donna!

"Like I said boys, we need to practice safe sex. But I can tell," Donna giggled slightly as she looked at the boys crotches, "you are all very horny. Now if it isn't too embarrassing for you, feel free to pull your cocks out and I am sure Pet would enjoy you shooting your cum on her slutty titties. Wouldn't you, Pet. Ask them nicely."

"Please, let me see your cocks. Jerk them off all over my tits," Lori begged.

The boys were way in over their head. Only one of them had even had sex and none had ever seen a woman so wantonly display herself. This was like the photos on the internet they jerked off to. But it was real! They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, hell," the shirtless boy gasped as he pushed his shorts and underwear down to his knees, "I can't believe this." He started to stroke his cock.

The others followed in suit and soon there were three young hard cocks being jerked as they watched the older woman finger fuck herself.

"Boys, before you pop too soon, everyone get on their knees around Pet. No touching but be sure to shoot on her titties," ordered Donna.

There was a scramble to follow the order. It was almost comical as these three boys with there shorts around their ankles tried to walk towards the withering woman. As soon as they were next to her one of the boys began to ejaculate. The first spurt shot onto the carpet before he realized he needed to aim. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum short across Lori's arms and breasts.

"Oh, I'm cumming," shouted the other boy and he added his cum to his buddies. The third followed suit quickly. His first and most powerful spurt shot over the intended target and hit Lori in the face.

The warmth of the cum and the fingers pushing inside of her cunt had Lori beyond any self control. She closed her eyes and her body stiffened in front of the boys as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.

She laid there with eyes closed as she heard Donna tell the boys it was time to leave. She told them to keep this quiet and they may be able to play again. One of the boys told her they were all leaving in the morning. They asked if they could stay longer and Donna, with that voice of authority told them it was over. 

After Lori heard the door close she looked up at Donna. She could feel the cum drip on her body and the stream on her face dripped down her cheek. She couldn't wait to shower.

"Well, Pet," anger was detectable in the voice,"you came without permission. You lied to me about what happened outside. This was to be our first night together and it seems you have no concerns about pleasing yourself and telling me stories."

"I, I am sorry Miss Donna. I didn't think, I was so turned on, I couldn't stop myself. Please forgive me."

"I was looking forward to us making love and sleeping together. But, your needs were too important for that. It seems Pet does as she wants!"

"No, no. I want to make love to you. Let me. I will do anything for you." Lori sat up the cum on her tis dripping down towards her belly.

"Lay back down," Lori followed the instruction. "You will sleep on the floor, covered in the cum of those boys. I want you to think about how you betrayed me."

Donna stepped close to Lori's body and slowly pulled her blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it. She removed the blouse and revealed a lace covered black bra. Lori saw Donna had medium sized breasts. Donna unclasped the bra and dropped it next to the supine woman. Her nipples were tiny but hard. Like pencil erasers. 

Still looking down at her, Donna unzipped her skirt and kicked it away. She wore matching lace black panties, cut high on the hips. Lori could see how wet they were. Donna kicked off her heels and stepped over to the chair nearby. She slid off her panties, revealing a glistening wet bald cunt. Lori thought even with some spider veins on her thighs and slight paunch above her pussy, Donna was beautiful.

"Please, Miss Donna. Forgive me."

Donna swung a leg over each arm rest, exposing herself to Lori's eyes. She took her fingers and began to rub her clit. "You have been a big disappointment to me. I thought you wanted to release control to me, that your submission was the one thing we would share. Yet you are selfish and cruel."

Donna abruptly swung her legs down and stood. "I cannot even think of cumming after what you did. Good night Lori." With that she walked over to the bed, slid under the covers and turned off the lights. She could hear the sobbing of Lori as she drifted off to sleep.



Companion Fare Ch. 05



Donna woke early, as was her usual routine. She spied Lori curled up on the floor in the fetal position. Her arm was acting as a pillow. Donna stepped out of bed, stretched her arms. She went to her suitcase and pulled out a few items, placing them on a chair. She picked up her panties from last night and tossed them on the chair. She walked over to the sleeping woman. She took her toe and gently kicked her in the rear.

"Pet, get up. We need to talk." Lori rolled over and rubbed her eyes. She saw Donna's nude body and felt ashamed at what happened the night before. The remnants of the three boys had dried on her body and she felt soiled, but worse she felt she had let Donna down.

Donna looked down and said, "I am going to shower. I left some clothes, on the chair, for you to put on."

"Miss Donna, I need to shower and brush my teeth. I also have to pee. Shouldn't I do that first," she smiled and added, "I can wash your back."

"Listen, I am not sure what you do not understand about me. I expect you to listen. You didn't last night and you are giving me shit today. I really don't give a fuck what you do. But if you don't do as I say, forget about everything!" Donna stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. Lori sat on the floor as she heard the shower turn on.

Lori wasn't exactly sure what to do. She wanted this to continue but it wasn't how she expected. My God, she thought, I'm covered with dried cum and spent the night on the floor. Is it too much to ask to be clean?

She stood up and stretched her tired body. She walked over to the chair and saw a white T-shirt and short denim skirt on the chair. It must be Donna's but didn't look like anything she would wear. It was more something a young woman, like that Chloe would wear. Next to the clothes were a pair of black lace panties. 

Lori picked them up and recognized them from last night. They were Donna's. She raised them to her nose and she could smell the strong odor of a women and of panties that had been worn for almost 20 hours. The smell wasn't pleasant, yet Lori found herself pushing her tongue into the crotch.

Lori slid on the panties, they were a little loose because the elastic had been tested all day. She slipped on the skirt which was well above her knees and the T-shirt. The white material was thin and her nipples were clearly visible. It was too short to tuck in but it reached to the waist of the skirt. At least her stomach wasn't exposed.

Lori heard the shower stop and walked to the door. She dropped and spread her knees. She placed her arms behind her back, straightened her back and cast her eyes downward. She waited and waited. She could hear Donna drying her body, then the roar of the hairdryer. She could hear her dressing on the other side of the door.

Finally Lori heard the door unlock and she fought the urge to look up. The door opened and she could sense Donna looking at her from the doorway.

"Well, Pet it seems you have remembered some things. Stand up and put your suitcase on the bed."

Lori moved as quickly as she could, stealing a quick glance at Donna, seeing she was wearing a very striking lavender colored summer dress. Once she had her suitcase on the bed she resumed her kneeling position.

Donna laughed, "Trying to score points with me? Stand by the bed." Lori rose and watched Donna unzip her suitcase. 

She rummaged through the contents making two piles. One was of all her lingerie and most of the clothes she had brought. The other pile was her toiletries and one dress. She had Lori pick up her sweater from last night and put it in the second pile. The worn skirt was placed into the first pile. Her shoes were left in the suitcase.

"Last night you proved to me you are a horny lady. You also showed me you are not serious about testing your submissive side. You cannot have it both ways. This is the last opportunity. Do you want this to continue?"

"Yes, I am sorry about last night. So much happened so fast. I didn't mean to anger you. Please forgive me."

"I am not kidding about this being the final chance. You may be okay with lying to your husband but I won't have it with me."

The words cut to the quick, Lori hadn't thought about him, "Yes, Ma'am. I am sure."

"All right, take those," she pointed at the first stack of clothes, "and throw them in the trash container by the pool house. If you need to pee or crap, use the pool restroom. Return here in ten minutes."

Lori wanted to complain that she was making her dispose of expensive clothes, things she would wear when they got home. We could bag them so I won't wear them she thought. She looked at Donna and knew any question or protest would end badly. She scooped up the pile and left the room. She dumped the clothes and quickly used the girl's room. She splashed some cold water on her face and brushed her teeth with her finger.

When she arrived, Donna met her at the door and told her to follow. They got into the rental car and drove in silence. Lori was afraid to start any conversation and Donna seemed not willing to. After about fifteen minutes Donna pulled into a Denny's and the two women sat in a booth. It was late morning and the restaurant was only partially occupied.

Donna ordered coffee for the both of them and an omelet for herself and a fruit bowl for Lori. Lori was hungry but did not object. Once the coffee arrived she spoke to Lori for the first time.

"Pet, today I have a lot planned. I won't go over what I expect of you because we covered it this morning. First we are heading to the furniture showrooms for me to see if I can find something for my remodel. While there you will be Lori and I will look forward to your opinion. When I use your other name, you will not be free to converse. You will only speak when directly spoken to by me. If others question you, you shall only respond if I allow it."

"Yes, Miss Donna." Lori could feel the familiar wetness begin to form.

"You will now go to the restroom and remove my panties. Put them in your purse and return. When you sit down I want you to lift your skirt so your bare ass is against the booth. Go."

Lori quickly followed the instructions. She only paused briefly to smell the mixture of her scent with Donna's, mingling in the soiled panties. When she sat she didn't bother to check if she was being watched. In one deft motion she sat and flipped up the back of the skirt. The upholstery of the booth felt cool and rough against her ass.

The waitress brought their breakfast and before Lori could start Donna spoke,"eat with your fingers, Pet."

Lori dropped her fork and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl. She glanced around the room and saw no one was watching so she continued to eat with her fingers. She felt so silly with her bare bottom on the booth and eating like a toddler.

They finished and when they approached the car Donna told Lori that unless otherwise told she was always to sit with her ass uncovered.

The furniture outlets were large and they shopped for hours. Lori gave Donna her opinion and she settled on a few items which would be shipped home. Near one of the outlets was an Orvis store which carried fishing equipment. Donna went inside and bought a fly fishing rod, some fishing line and weights. The clerk told her the weights wouldn't be used with the pole and Donna just smiled and said theses were the items her husband had asked for.

They finished around two o'clock and pulled into a parking area outside of a local restaurant in downtown Charlotte. They headed towards the cafe when Lori noticed Chloe standing out front.

"Sorry we are a little late, Dear. I had so much to do today," stated Donna to the young girl. "I hope we haven't kept you waiting. Pet, you remember our friend, don't you?"

"Yes, hello Missy Chloe," Lori answered trying not to show her displeasure in seeing this frightful girl again.

"No problem, Donna. I just arrived myself," turning towards Lori she added, "hello slut."

They went into the local cafe that Chloe had recommended. It was a vegetarian, health food sort of place. When they sat Chloe smiled as Lori lifted her skirt before sitting.

Again, Donna ordered for Lori. The two women spoke and essentially ignored Lori. When the food was served, Lori was given a plate of large elbow type pasta with a tomato base sauce. When she reached for her fork she noticed Donna shaking her head no.

"You haven't earned the right to use those yet, Pet, or the napkin."

Lori sat there staring at her dish of pasta. She looked around and noticed besides Donna and Chloe few of the patrons were directly looking in her direction. She reached down and grabbed a piece of pasta. It was warm and she felt so foolish eating with her hands. She tied to keep an eye out for others as she ate.

The waitress came over to check on them and did a double take when she noticed the tomato covered fingers of Lori. She shook her head and left while Chloe chuckled.

Lori ate about half of the pasta and hoped Donna would accept that. She looked over at Donna who smiled and nodded her head.

"Good girl. Now suck each of your fingers clean. Treat each finger as a little cock. Be sure you spend at least thirty seconds on each digit." Donna smiled and winked at Chloe.

While Lori was completing her task, the waitress came back with the check. She stopped and stared at this older lady sucking the pasta sauce off her fingers. It was obscene how she spent so much time sucking, like, like, well the young girl didn't want to think that but couldn't help it. She was startled by Chloe's voice.

"Boy, I guess you could say your pasta is finger licking good, right slut?"

Lori flinched at the name, Chloe had said it loud enough for the waitress to hear. She replied, "Yes Missy Chloe. It was finger licking good." She proceeded to suck her thumb to the second knuckle while the girl's face reddened as she realized these women were playing some sort of kinky games.

After they paid the bill they walked outside and Chloe said the shop they talked about was just a block away. Lori walked behind the two women wondering what was next. They arrived at a small day spa shop that did nails and sold soaps and lotions and had what appeared to be tanning booths in the back. A young girl, with that same Gothic look of Chloe was behind the counter. There were a few other ladies in the store getting their nails done.

"Hi, Chloe what's goin' on?" asked the apparent friend.

"Not much, Deb. These ladies are staying at the resort and I told them about the Brazilian waxes you do here." Chloe smiled at Lori and continued,"this one," she pointed at Lori "wants to surprise her hubby when she goes home."

"Sure I have time to do it. Julie can watch the counter. It will take about an hour or so, in case you two want to go shopping."

"No, Deb, she is nervous and wants us to watch."

"Well, I guess it is okay. Ma'am you know what a Brazilian Wax is, don't you?"

Lori didn't speak until she looked at Donna. Everyone could see the obvious shake of her head giving her permission to speak. "I think so. You shave me down there," Lori's eyes gestured downwards towards her crotch.

The girl figured something weird was going on, but wasn't surprised knowing Chloe as she did. "Well, we don't shave, we remove the hair with wax. It keeps the area smooth so you don't need to shave for at least six weeks. It looks real sexy, but it kinda hurts."

Donna spoke up, "Let's get this going, I have things to do." She pointed to the table in the back of the store and told Lori to head over there.

Deb quickly spoke, "We actually use one of the private rooms in the back. I will show..."

Donna interrupted, "That is fine. Pet doesn't mind if we use this table." Donna walked over to the table and noticed the young girls getting their nails done were all watching. They were all young, counter culture types, like Chloe, so she thought she would push things.

"I don't think your other clients will mind. Do you girls mind if my friend gets her wax job done here?"

The others giggled and said they had no problem with it. In fact they had never seen it done and liked the idea of watching. The other clerk, Julie agreed if the client didn't mind they could do it in the front area. She also suggested they close the store for a while. Everyone agreed and the front door was shut with a sign saying they would be back in an hour. The windows looked into display areas so someone on the street could not see into the back of the spa. One of the nail ladies said she had another appointment in forty five minutes, so they had better hurry.

Lori was completely stunned at the turn of events. Besides Donna and Chloe there were six other women in the shop. Her body was visibly shaking as Deb walked over and told her to take off her skirt and panties and put on the gown in the changing room.

"First of all, she doesn't wear panties. So Pet, since we are in a hurry why don't you just drop your skirt. You don;'t need a cover up around us girls do you?"

"No, No Miss Donna. I guess not" Lori reached to her side and unzipped the skirt letting it fall to the floor. She stood in a short white Tee and her sandals. She could smell her arousal and wondered if the others could.

"Pick up you skirt, Dear and put it on the chair. Just to be sure we don't mess things up, why don't you be a dear and take off your top." Donna grinned as she saw Lori's body tighten. "you may as well take off the sandals, because you will look absolutely silly naked with sandals. Men always want women to keep their shoes on, but I quite frankly find it silly."

Lori did as she was told and found herself standing in a room with eight fully dressed women. She was older than all of them and she was nude. She could feel their critical eyes, especially the younger ones scrutinizing every inch of her. She had always been comfortable with herself, even at this age but now she felt self conscious and old.

"Now, Debbie, I think it is, could you please explain to us exactly what a Brazilian wax is and how it is done?"

"Well, sure a Brazilian wax removes everything in your nether regions, front and back, leaving you completely smooth everywhere under your underwear, that is if you wear underwear, " Deb smiled at Lori and could see how her comment embarrassed her. "With a Brazilian wax, you'll never have to worry about 'escaping tendrils' again. But,before you commit yourself to this, be warned that most women don't find it comfortable. You'll be having hair ripped out from the roots on your most sensitive and intimate regions. Imagine your eyebrow waxing, only three times as long and in an area ten times as sensitive. "

Lori's eyes widen as she heard this and was jolted back to reality when Donna told her to climb up on the table on her hands and knees. She was told to point her rear towards the women. Lori was beyond objecting, she would not upset Miss Donna today at any cost.

She climbed up on the table trying to keep her thighs together and her ass cheeks tight.

"So tell me, Debbie," with that Donna stepped next to the table and grasped Lori's buttocks. She pulled both cheeks apart displaying Lori's cunt and asshole to everyone, "so all this ugly hair around her ass will be gone. And around her cunt lips?"

Lori could hear the uncomfortable movement and throat clearings of the women. She heard one giggle and knew it must be Chloe.

"Yes, we remove it all. All except a little strip above her, her, well you know. They call that the landing strip." The women laughed at this, reducing some of the tension.

Donna continued, "Roll onto your back Pet," Lori did as she was told looking up at the ceiling trying to avoid any eye contact. She heard Donna's voice, "My goodness, she is just dripping. Chloe, could you get me a towel. I don't think dear Debbie is going to want to be working around this mess."

Chloe walked over with a hand towel and rubbed roughly against Lori's pussy, eliciting a moan from her. She took the towel and tossed it on the floor. Debbie walked over and began to add the strips and wax to Lori's front. She pulled on her labia to get proper access and everyone could hear the wetness. It took a while to ready the front area and Lori was getting more and more turned on from the warmth and movement in that area and the knowledge of being exposed to a group like this.

Donna bent down and put her lips next to her ear and whispered, "Don't you dare cum!"

Once the area was prepared Debbie warned her of the upcoming pain. When she ripped the first strip off Lori screamed, more from the surprise then actual pain. It was like removing a band aid. If you did it quickly it wasn't to bad. Debbie was ready to pull the next strip when she heard Chloe's voice.

"May I try."

Debbie looked up and wasn't sure what to say. Donna said it was fine, that Lori wouldn't mind. Debbie stepped away and Chloe placed her hand on the strip. Debbie told her to pull quickly, not to pause at all. Chloe said she understood.

Lori braced herself, but not for what happened next. Chloe removed the strip all right, but not in one quick motion. She slowly pulled the wax and hair from Lori's body. Lori felt each and every hair being pulled from her body. She fought back the tears but could not. She began to cry and Debbie stepped in and relieved Lori's pain by quickly jerking the remaining bit of wax.

Chloe, in an innocent voice said, "I guess I didn't do it fast enough."

The other women gave her hateful stares and Donna was the only one to notice the dripping wetness caused by the pain. Debbie quickly turned over Lori and finished the wax job. The others were impressed with the results. Besides the landing strip there wasn't a hair visible, just the redness of the skin. Debbie handed a bottle of aloe containing lotion and told Lori to rub it into the skin for the next day or so.

Donna grabbed the lotion and squirted some onto Lori's mound. She leaned over and again in a whisper said, "Rub it in for all of us. I want you to come for me Pet."

Lori reached down and began to rub the lotion on her skin. Everyone in the room stopped talking and looked on in awe. At first it seemed the woman was just putting the soothing lotion on her tender skin. But then her middle finger slipped into her pussy, followed by another, and another. There was no question now that Lori was masturbating for all to see. Her grunts began to quicken as did her breathing, her nipples hardened and her legs tightened and lifted off and out from the table. Her shoulders and head were raised above the table and it seemed her whole body was pivoting on her ass. 

Then the orgasm hit her. Everyone could see it encompass her whole body and some of the witnesses wondered if they would ever experience anything as intense as this. It took minutes to subside and when it was over Lori's body relaxed and collapsed back onto the table.

Donna told her to get dressed and she slowly got up and dressed. Keeping her eyes downcast she stood next to Donna hoping to leave. Donna told her to pay Debbie and thank her. She told her she should shake hands with each woman and thank them for watching her.

Lori wanted to die. Each woman except, Chloe seemed as embarrassed as she was when she shook their hand. After paying the fee she headed out into the warm southern heat.

Donna, Chloe and her walked to the car. Lori remembered at the very last second to pull her skirt up before sitting in the back seat. 

"That was so hot, Donna. I have never seen anyone get their rocks off so hard," muttered Chloe. "That made me so wet."

"Yes, she is quite the slut. Tell me Chloe, would you like me to have Pet take care of your condition with her mouth?"

Lori nearly fainted. She had been longing to make love to Donna. She wanted her to be the first woman she kissed down there. Not this evil girl!




Companion Fare Ch. 06



Donna woke early as usual and looked over at Lori, sprawled naked on her stomach. She marveled at the criss cross pattern of welts she had administered to her friend's ass. Donna, as long as she could remember has always enjoyed relationships with women. Especially when she was the dominant one. Since she had been with Mark these past eight years she hasn't had a long term female relationship.

Mark knew of her ‘thing' for girls and really didn't mind as long as she kept things respectable and away from home. He was upset when she invited Lori on this trip because he knew what she may have planned and didn't want to chance angering Lori's husband. They had worked together for years and he was the senior partner. He was afraid of jeopardizing not only their friendship but his job.

Donna never expected to be able to take it to this level. She figured her and Lori may flirt a bit and at most make love. She smiled at the sleeping woman; I never thought I'd find someone so willing to submit and allow me to fulfill so many of my dreams and fantasies.

Donna knew when they returned home it may be over. She could only hope there would be someway to let it go on....she could only wait and see.

Donna was brought back to reality when she heard Lori's voice, "Good morning. What are your plans for our last day in Charlotte?"

"Well, Lori," by using her name Donna knew she could have an honest conversation. "It depends on what you are looking for."

"I must admit, I have done things I have only dreamed about. I also know I have a lot of explaining to do when I get home. I believe my marriage is strong enough to survive this. At least I hope it is."

"And if it isn't? Lori you know we couldn't get into a 24/7 relationship. It wouldn't work for either of us. We love men and we have children."

"I know," Lori stopped and thought how best to put it in words, "if I destroyed my marriage over this I know I will be devastated, but I will always feel I needed to experience this side of me and my life will somehow get back on track."

"To answer your question about today. I think we will go to the edge and see if you can handle it. I think you have often wondered or dreamed how far you could let yourself be taken. How degraded you need to become to completely satisfy those dark urges you feel. Am I right?"

Lori looked deeply into this woman's eyes. She knew her secret life, her deepest thoughts

even better than Lori herself.

"I am ready to do anything you wish, Miss Donna." For the first time Lori started the change of personalities. She wanted to feel the joy of submission and savor it for as long as possible.

My, isn't Pet anxious," laughed Donna, "I am going to shower and clean up."

Lori looked up at Donna as she got out of bed and spoke, "Miss Donna, may I speak?"

"Don't start the day off on the wrong foot, slut," the tone was direct and cruel, "I know you haven't showered since we arrived, but I don't share my bathroom with whores and sluts. Wait until I am through. Do you need to pee?"

Lori shook her head in the affirmative. She was afraid to speak.

"When I get out I expect the ice bucket to be full!" Donna walked into the bathroom shutting the door and locking it. 

Lori could smell herself and it wasn't sexy or pleasant. She smelled foul. Her fingers eased downwards to the juncture of her legs and she felt the wetness. Even stinky she was turned on. She got up and grabbed the ice bucket.

After an hour Donna emerged from the bathroom clean and smelling sweet. She went to her suitcase and pulled out two swimsuits, one black and one white. 

"I thought we would take a swim. Bring your toiletries. After the swim you will shave your legs and wash your hair in the pool restroom. Do you want to wear the white or black suit?"

"The white if you don't mind, I think the white will look best with my new lighter hair."  

Donna nodded and started to put on the black one piece suit.

Lori took the suit and put it on. It seemed very light and elastic. She was smaller than Donna but the suit fit fine. Donna's suit was the same material and hugged her body tightly as Lori's did. They looked like two sexy girls. Lori felt good that she wouldn't draw any more looks than Donna would.

Donna put on a cover-up and flip flops. She told Lori she didn't have an extra cover-up but it was already hot outside. She stopped when Lori slipped on her sandals.

"Wait a sec, Pet. Sluts either go barefoot or in heels. I saw a nice three inch black pair of pumps in your suit case. Put those on."

The black heels would look fashionable with a business suit or dinner attire. They made her look cheap in the swimsuit. High heels and a tight suit without a cover-up. So much for her and Donna looking alike.

As if an after thought, Donna went to the mini bar and grabbed two small bottles of vodka. She opened one and drank it in one long gulp. She handed the other to Lori and told her to do the same. She said she wanted them both to have a little buzz to start their day. After Lori finished her drink Donna handed her her bottle.

"Fill both of them, Pet."

Lori was confused, "They have water bottles and bar service at the pool, Miss Donna."

"Well, if I'm not mistaken they don't serve piss at the bar." Donna shrugged her head towards the ice bucket. "Fill them both and seal them. Then go and wash the bottles and empty the bucket in the toilet. Now hurry, we have a long day ahead of us."

Lori was unsure of where this was heading and was afraid to think about it too much. Not so much because it scared her, but more because it excited her. She did as she was told and handed the two deep yellow fluid filled bottles to Donna who slipped them into her oversized purse.

They walked to the pool and found two chaise lounges nearby. It was still early, but most of the places in the shade were taken. There were probably ten or fifteen people relaxing or swimming. The heat was intense and Donna was glad she put sunscreen on after her shower. Lori, while not deeply tanned often sat by the pool and enjoyed the heat on her body.

The waitress came by and Donna ordered a Martini for herself and a glass of white wine for Lori.  She added a small Cobb salad for herself and a corn dog from the children's menu for her friend. 

"While we are waiting for the food why don't you take a swim to cool off, Pet." Donna ordered.

"Yes," then she lowered her voice and added, "Miss Donna."

"If you are embarrassed to use my name in public, maybe you aren't ready to continue," her voice was loud enough to catch the attention of a couple nearby and a group of elderly women sitting under an umbrella enjoying their Bloody Mary's.

Lori knew what was expected and knew the onlookers had all paused to listen, just like in the old E.F. Hutton commercial. She cleared her voice as she stood.

"Yes, Miss Donna. A swim sounds wonderful." Lori stepped out of her heels and with eyes cast forward she walked away from the obvious stares of those around her.

Donna watched her Pet's ass sway as she walked towards the deep end. Brave girl! She marveled at the woman's shape and thought she wished she would look that good when she was fifty. Then a jealous thought came to her; I wish I looked that good now.

Lori dived in and the cold water felt refreshing. Her body finally felt as though it was going to be clean. The swim removed the odor she smelled and soon she could wash her body and hair. Lori began to swim laps, the exercise feeling good to her muscles.

Donna smiled as she watched her swim. The couple and ladies had gone back to their conversations and forgotten Lori's little vocal antics. Soon they would be watching her Pet again. 

Donna felt an urge to giggle as she thought of the swimming suit she had specially made. It was a thin elastic material that became virtually transparent when wet. Her husband liked her to wear it in their yard when the kids were gone. The black suit would also become ultra sheer but Donna knew it wouldn't be getting wet today! It really didn't matter what suit Lori had chosen.

Lori stood in the shallow end of the pool and noticed the food being served. As she walked in the shallow area she also noticed the outright open mouthed stares she was getting. She knew she looked good for her age but not that good. Lori looked downward and stopped in her tracks. Her breasts were clearly apparent through the suit. It was as if she was nude!

Lori dropped down in the water so her head just stuck above the water. She noticed all the men and many of the women smiling and wondering how she was going to get out of the pool.

She looked over at Donna and saw her rummaging through her purse. She pulled out a small bottle, which Lori immediately recognized. She unscrewed the cap and nonchalantly poured it into the glass of white wine. She turned her head towards the pool and caught Lori's red faced stare. A smile crossed her face as she yelled out to Lori.

"Dear, our lunch is here. Hurry up before it gets cold."

Everyone who had noticed Lori anxiously watched the woman's every move. Lori knew she had little choice and thought to herself at least they won't be able to see how wet I am.

She rose from the water and began to walk to the stairs. Every eye was on her and she could see the disgusted looks of the elderly women at the nearby table.

On the first stair all but her legs was exposed. Lori did not look down but she knew her new haircut was visible to all. She walked over to the table and was ready to sit when that voice she had come to love and hate spoke.

"Pet, put your heels on and stand by the table. Let the sun dry your body."

Lori slipped on her heels and stood next to Donna. She knew one area wasn't going to dry in the sun. Donna handed her the glass of wine.

"Cheers, let's toast to our fun trip. I hate to see it end." Donna raised her Martini glass and waited for Lori to pick hers up. They clinked glasses together and Donna took a big drink of her Martini. 

She gave a stern look to Lori, "Don't you know it is poor manners to toast and not drink?"

Lori lifted the glass to her lips. Her nostrils flared as she smelled the acrid odor of urine mixed with the fruity bouquet of the wine. She put the glass to her lips and drank a sip.

"All of it, now."

Lori knew the voice and didn't even look up. Two big gulps and her special cocktail was finished. She looked around and saw most every eye on her body. They could see her entire body and though they didn't know, they had just witnessed her abase herself for Donna.

She wondered how much more she would have to endure this. Donna answered her question as if reading her mind. She picked up the corn dog and dipped it into the ranch dressing that came with her salad. She held it up, obviously aware everyone understood the symbolism.

"Bend at the waist and suck the dressing off. Do not bite."

Lori leaned over, knowing the see through suit would show her ass even more. Her lips wrapped around the corn dog and she slid down on it feeling the ranch dressing push over her lips and drip obscenely to the terrazzo below.

Donna pulled the dog from her mouth and was ready to redip it when a voice interrupted her.

"I'm sorry ladies," A middle age man with the name tag, ‘Ronald, Day Manager', pinned to his black polo shirt with the Resorts label embossed on the front. "We have had a few complaints. I will have the food delivered to your room. I must ask you to leave."

"What have I done? I am just enjoying the sun like these other people," the indignant tone of her voice could be heard on the other side of the pool.

Ronald tried to keep his voice low, "I am sorry Ma'am, but your friend is not dressed appropriately and she is eating in a lewd manner."

Louder still, Donna replied, "Where does it say anything about what type of swim suits are allowed.... and if she likes to suck cream off a corn dog, well who's business is it?" She looked over at the table of old biddies. They all turned away from her stare.

"Ma'am, if you will not leave, I'm afraid I will have to call the authorities." Lori could feel her self redden even more. They might arrest us if Donna doesn't let up.

"Come on Pet, we had better leave. Go and shower in the pool restroom and meet me back at the room."

Lori grabbed her towel and toiletries and walked amid the staring eyes to the bathroom. She held her head high, unaware her suit had dried and lost its transparency, except in the crotch!

After she left the manager let Donna know they would not tolerate behavior like this again. He knew they were to check out the following morning and made it clear they were not welcome back.

Donna finished her salad in the room, amused at the big to-do she had caused. She heard a knock at the door and opened it to a very fresh and clean smelling Lori. Lori walked in her heels and stood by the door with her legs spread and hands behind her back. Donna closed the door and motioned for Lori to sit on the couch. Donna sat on the oversized chair nearby.

"Pet, I must say you caused quite a scene this afternoon. Do you know the manager told me you were not welcome back here again? I tried to explain you were just a horny little slut and meant no harm, but he didn't seem to understand."

Lori didn't know what to say, so she sat silent.

Donna continued, "I know these things are difficult for you, but the pleasure you receive is amplified by the more humiliating and degrading it is. Am I right?"

"Miss Donna, I think it isn't that I like doing these things, I don't....I think it is more I like doing these things for you."

"And I want you to remember that tonight. This will be our last night together and I expect you to perform well. It will please me for you to do as you are told," she smiled, " and that in turn will please you."

"May, may I ask what we have planned..."

"You have nothing planned! You are too stupid to plan things, and no, you may not ask what I have planned. Because it doesn't matter. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Donna."

"So what will you do tonight?"

"Whatever you wish, Miss Donna." Lori noticed the satisfied smirk on the woman's face.

"I do not want you to cum until I say you can. Stand up and strip for me. I feel like cumming all over your face. You smell too clean," Donna yelled as she walked over to the now naked Lori.

Donna nonchalantly began fondling Lori's small, firm breasts as if it were the most 

natural thing in the world. She ran her hands all around them, pausing occasionally to pinch 

her nipples until the shy housewife cried in pain. But Lori didn't try to get away. She loved what Miss Donna was doing to her. 

She felt so wanton allowing her new friend such intimate liberties with her. And it was 

what she wanted more than anything. Lori was embarrassed and humiliated that this younger woman had acquired such complete control over her so quickly. But she didn't ever want it to end.

"Get on the floor, Pet. I want your mouth on me right now." ordered Donna.

Lori knelt down and crawled the few feet to the junction of her splayed legs. 

"You like my legs. Don't you, Pet. You like the way they look. All smooth and strong. 

You want to touch them. You want to put your slutty mouth on them. Don't you, Pet?"

Lori knew she would obey. She would beg. She would plead. She would humiliate herself 

and degrade herself. She would do absolutely anything it took to prove to Donna that she 

was sincere about being her little submissive Pet for her.

"Yes,Miss Donna. I love your legs," Lori whispered.

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After an afternoon nap the ladies dressed. Donna wore an attractive skirt, cut just above the knee with a light long sleeved blouse. A lacy bra and panties and sensible heels finished the outfit. She looked, Lori thought, very attractive. 

Lori stood nude waiting to see what she was to wear. The smell of Donna was on her face and Donna brought out a cotton summer dress that buttoned down the front. Lori put it on and was told to leave the top and bottom two buttons undone. She put on the black heels she wore to the pool. Again, they did not really go with her outfit. Donna went to Lori's purse and pulled out her underwear that Lori had wore the day before. She told Lori to put them on.

"We will be leaving now. I told Chloe we would meet her at a club she knows around ten. I want to stop and get a bite to eat first," she looked at Lori and noticed the disappointed look on her face. "I know you don't care for Chloe, but the point is, it shouldn't matter!"

Lori flinched at the harsh words and knew Donna was right. She had chosen this path and her likes and dislikes were unimportant. What was important was pleasing Donna.

"I am sorry Miss Donna, I will try not to show my opinions. My only goal is to please you."

Donna smiled and they left for a quiet dinner. The meal and the company was exquisite. They chatted about furniture and family; no mention of Chloe or what laid ahead. While waiting for the check Donna told Lori to go to the restroom.

"It is time, Pet. Time for your final test of obedience. The club is for a younger crowd but Chloe's boyfriend has managed to get us a V.I.P. room for the night. Of course, we will charge it to your husband's card," she smiled at Lori and continued, "Now Pet go to the bathroom and remove my panties, my dirty, unwashed panties. You like wearing them don't you Pet?"

Lori nodded her head in agreement and started to slid out of the booth until Donna's voice stopped her.

"Answer me, Pet!"

She slowly lifted her eyes upwards until she was looking directly into the Hazel eyes of Donna. "Yes, Miss Donna. I like wearing your panties."

"Remember to always answer me. For your rudeness, I want you to also unclasp two more buttons. Now hurry!"

Lori walked back through the restaurant, her legs exposed with each step as her dress opened and her cleavage was apparent to all around as her breasts jiggled and the top swelling of naked flesh showed from the unbuttoned top. Yet her walk was confident, her submission to Donna strangely somehow empowered her.

Donna smiled as she met Lori on her return. She was pleased to see the show of skin and especially happy when Lori raised her dress so her bare ass sat on the soft leather of the rental car.

The club was what Lori's generation would call a ‘Disco'. Loud dark and full with mainly 20 to 30 year olds dancing, drinking and drugging. Chloe and a tall bald black man were waiting in front of the club. Chloe was dressed in her Doc Martens a short green jumper over a white T-shirt. She had on black lipstick and nail polish. Her Black hair was now streaked with bright red highlights. Her pale skin contrasted with her friend's dark ebony color. He was close to six feet tall and athletic looking.

Donna walked over to the two and they greeted each other and spoke for a few minutes. The three of them totally ignored Lori until Chloe spoke to her friend.

"Jerome, this is the slut I was talking about. The one that had such a good time rimming my asshole," Chloe paused just enough to see Lori blush, "hello, slut, tell Jerome, Master Jerome to you, how much you enjoyed eating my cunt and ass."

"Hello, Missy Chloe and Master Jerome," Lori almost chocked on having to address such youngsters in that manner. She did not want to give in completely to the little bitch, "I enjoyed eating Missy Chloe's cunt and pussy because it made Miss Donna happy."


They walked into the club, avoiding the long waiting line by entering through a side door. The noise was very loud and the two women followed the younger duo to a round table in a small nook off the main dance floor. There were three other young men seated. One was black, the other two white and about the same age as Jerome. Chloe introduced Donna to each man and all six of them sat down. There were no other chairs and Lori stood by the table unacknowledged except a few furtive glances by the men.




Companion Fare Ch. 07



The room became suddenly silent. I had sat and listened to my wife's description of her exploits these past five days. When I looked at her I saw her hand was playing with her clit, her nipples were erect and she was sitting with thighs splayed.

I tried to control my anger as I spoke. "Lori, listen very carefully. I want you to leave. Now," she looked up with a startled expression, surprised I wasn't standing with hard on in hand. 

But, I, I thought, you know we talked about this, I thought it was..." she stopped as I quickly rose.

"You thought what. That I'd be happy that you masturbated in front of three 18-year-old boys. BOYS, younger than our sons. Or I'd be excited that you let a room full of women watch your waxing, and oh yeah, you masturbate in front of them. Or I'd be excited you rimmed a young girls asshole, or drank piss at a public pool, or fucked a plastic cock in a club. Did I forget anything, I am sure I did!" By now my voice was booming through the house.

"But. I told you the truth, I wanted to share this new part of me. I wanted .."

"Shut up. Leave. I am serious. Call me tomorrow and we will talk. Right now I think all we will talk about is divorce," her eyes teared at the sound of that word, "Perhaps after I have thought about it there maybe, maybe will be something else to discuss."

"Can't we talk now?" she pleaded, suddenly remembering her nakedness her hand fell down in an attempt to cover her bald mons.

"Listen, Bitch. Unless you want me to call our sons and ask them to come home to hear about their Mom's vacation, I think you had better be gone when I get back from walking the dog."

I left without saying another word. Our setter was at the back door, excited to be going on such a late night walk. In my mind I could only see images of Lori, legs spread, naked, covered with cum. Yes, we had talked about her submissive side. That was true. Yet we never talked about bringing the fantasies to life, especially apart from one another. To top it off she degraded herself with the wife of a man I work with. How can I look him in the eye, knowing he probably knows my wife was a slut for Donna.

I walked for at least an hour, tossing things over and over in my mind. I loved Lori once, more than anything else. Could that love survive this? Did I want it to survive? I made myself a success in business by being aggressive and strong. How could I face Mark, with him thinking me a wimp or cuckold to my wife?

When I got home the house was empty. There was a one word note left on my pillow..... Sorry. Lori knew when I was angry it is best to leave me alone. I believe she was sorry but I wasn't sure it would cut it.

The next day I awoke early and went into work. I cleared my schedule for the next two days and told my secretary a family matter had arose. When I arrived back home I listened to Lori's voice on the telephone message machine.

"Listen, I realize I was wrong to do what I did. I will not lie to you. I enjoyed it. But, but," her voice cracked and I could hear her start to cry, "I can't talk on the phone. Please let me back. I am at the Hilton."

Did I want her back. When we met at the airport, I must admit I liked her look and enjoyed the game her and Donna played. The blow job in the garage was great. I actually thought as I followed her ass up the stairs she would tell me of her little sex games with Donna. I could probably have worked with just that....games. What was she thinking about the rest?

I called Donna and tried my best to keep my anger in check. "Donna, Lori told me everything about your little trip."

"I knew she would. She loves you and doesn't want to hide this new side of herself from you," She giggled and added, "I am looking forward to playing with my pet again." Her tone lacked confidence. She was fishing, trying to guess my demeanor. I am sure she had talked with Lori since I threw her out.

"Listen. Listen carefully. I do not blame you entirely. You took advantage of a situation, with no regard to my feelings," he heard her voice starting to protest, "Quiet, let me finish! This may end up being what Lori wants, but it isn't what I want. I would have considered exploring this side of her, or even giving you my blessing and letting the two of you go ahead. I wasn't given any chance. No respect was given to my position as her husband."

"She wanted to do this, we, we knew it might take time for you..."

"Time for me to do what? Accept my wife as a slut to one of partner's wives? The mother of my children?"

"I spoke with her. She feels miserable, I feel miserable. I didn't want to hurt you."

"I do not believe any consideration was given to me. And none will be given to you."

"What is that suppose to mean, or you threatening me?" Donna's voice rose in anger.

I calmly replied, "No, Donna no threat at all. I still pull a lot of weight at work. Your husband is being transferred, as we talk, to Atlanta. He still has a shot at full partner, but it will be only after you sign a document admitting to forcing Lori into a weekend of illicit sex induced with drugs you slipped to her without her knowledge. If any of this comes to light, even years from now you will be held accountable."

"You can't be serious, you asshole. Who do you think you are?" Her voice was loud enough that I had to pull the receiver away from my ear.

"Donna, if you hang up, or continue to yell any deals are off the table. If you don't think I have the clout to ruin Mark and your lives try me."

There was only silence on the other end. I could hear her breath, shallow and weak. She must know my reputation and was thinking I could do what I said.

Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible, "I will sign anything you want. Please do not let Mark know about this. If he knows I am responsible for Atlanta, it will break us. He told me the trip was a bad idea."

"I always thought he was a bright man." I waited a moment and continued, "one last thing Donna."

"Yes," the fight was out of her and I thought how easy she was to break.

"Mark will be telling you he has to travel to Atlanta next week for his transfer. You will tell him you are flying back to Charlotte to cancel all your furniture plans. Tell him you want to wait to find a new house, before ordering furniture. You will call that young girl and her boyfriend, Chloe and whatever his name was. Tell them they are to plan a similar weekend for you, except you want the boyfriend to film it all. Don't say a word, Donna. I want a record of your debauchery as added insurance this will never come to light. If you refuse this I will destroy Mark and you and I will divorce Lori. I will not be disrespected!"

Finally she answered. "I will do it. I will do whatever you ask. Just don't destroy my life. Please."

"Oh, by the way, Donna book me as your companion fare."