11 comments/ 79356 views/ 41 favorites The Reluctant Domestic By: The Reluctant Domestic Her toys were kept in a bucket next to the furnace. She rummaged through the vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs and loose batteries until her hand closed around Big Green. A foot in length, three inches thick at its widest point and gently ribbed. She felt her stomach tighten and pussy clench at the thought of having it inside her...stretching and filling her. Rubbing up against her g-spot in a way that no cock ever could. And she was so ready... She hurried back to the living room to find her owner and Hannah enjoying conversation. Kay knelt in the doorway clutching her toy and waited patiently to be acknowledged. "Come in, Kay. On your back. Put your toy where it belongs, then give yourself one full stroke every two seconds." he said, rising from the couch and heading for his bedroom. Kay positioned herself on the floor in front of the couch, facing Hannah, feeling agony as she sat her much-abused rear on the laminate floor. Blushing, Kay spread her legs wide, ashamed of her swollen pussy lips and the wetness plainly visible between them. The scent of her arousal filled her nostrils. What must Hannah think of her, so aroused just minutes after a terrible punishment? She glanced up at the younger woman and found Hannah again looking into her eyes. Hannah's expression was one of amusement. There was no trace of sympathy or pity. Too humiliated to hold Hannah's gaze, Kay lowered her eyes. She nestled the head of Big Green between her pussy lips, then slowly started to push, lubricating the tip. She backed off a little and then pushed again, feeling the cold, hard plastic slowly penetrate her. Another brief retreat and another push. She felt her cunt stretch around the toy, accommodating inch after inch. It slid in slowly, easily...it was embarrassing how little resistance her hot, dripping sex offered the invading phallus. Her hungry slit devoured seven inches of Big Green before reaching its limit. Remembering her owner's directions, she withdrew the dildo, counted two seconds and slid it back home more quickly, feeling the shivers of pleasure fan out through her core with the thrust. Out again, then back in. Harder. Again... When her owner returned, Big Green was gliding easily in and out of Kay's eager hole, making wet squelching sounds with each penetration. Kay's eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, her breath coming quickly, her skin flushed from her face to the tops of her heavy tits. "Pay attention, Kay, but don't stop what you're doing." he said, seating himself on the couch in front of her. "Yes...Sir." she gasped, eyes open now but still clouded with lust. "There are going to be some changes, and you have a decision to make. Hannah and I are moving in together, into her house. It's larger and in a better neighbourhood. That also means it's going to require a lot more care to keep it clean." "Yes." Kay breathed, splitting her focus between her owner's words and the building ecstasy between her legs. "So I'll need you in twice a week from now on, instead of just once. Tuesday and Friday." he paused, waiting for a reaction. Kay just nodded and continued to pound her wet hole. What could she do? He had the pictures so she was totally at his mercy; he could dictate whatever terms he wished. "And since I'll be living with my fiancee, I won't have any more use for your mouth or your cunt. Hannah hates anal, though, so I might still enjoy you in that capacity from time to time." Kay just stared, emitting quiet grunts with every hard thrust of the dildo. "And finally, you'll only serve me on Fridays. On Tuesdays, you'll be serving Hannah. You'll do exactly as she tells you, and she'll be quite liberal in assigning strokes, I assure you." "I...understand." Kay gasped. She tried to imagine the humiliation of submitting to a younger woman and found it difficult to get her mind around. Would Hannah beat her? Make Kay service her sexually? She worked Big Green in and out more vigorously as the possibilities presented themselves. "Or," he continued, "If you don't like that idea, you can take your pictures and walk away for good." he threw a manilla envelope onto the floor between her widespread legs. The sight of the envelope shocked her and she momentarily stopped thrusting as she stared at it with mounting fear. The pictures! "Kay!" he admonished, and the warning in his voice snapped her back to her surroundings. "Sorry Sir." She quickly resumed her steady in-and-out rhythm, but couldn't tear her eyes off the envelope. She knew where he'd kept the pictures, of course. She'd been cleaning his house for two years, after all, and he hadn't made much of an effort to hide them. Almost as if he wanted her to know where they were, to torment her with them. Taunting her. Challenging her to defy him, to take them and leave. She'd never been able to bring herself to touch the envelope. She couldn't now. She stared at it dumbly, her arm automatically pistoning the dildo in and out of her still-sopping hole, the waves of sexual pleasure mixing with fear and doubt and uncertainty. "Do...do I have to decide now, Sir?" "Yes, Kay. I don't have time to wait around while you waffle." "Honey," Hannah interjected, "Would you mind if I had a word with Kay alone?" Kay's owner looked at his fiancee, surprised, but then smiled and pressed a warm kiss to her cheek. "Sure. I'll jump in the shower." he rose from the couch and looked down at Kay, splayed and slutty at his feet. "I expect you on your very best behaviour." "Yes Sir." she knew his meaning: obey Hannah the way she obeyed him. Or else. Her owner retired to the washroom. "Stop that." Hannah demanded curtly, gesturing at the slick dildo. With a disappointed groan, Kay eased the thick toy out of her well-used hole and set it down on the floor next to her. She didn't bother to close her legs; modesty seemed ridiculous after all that Hannah had witnessed. There was a long silence as Hannah looked down at her and Kay looked at the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact. "Clean and massage my feet." Hannah said. Kay looked at the closed bathroom door. She could hear her owner in the shower. "Ma'am, the basin is in the washroom..." Hannah raised her bare foot from the floor, holding it in front of Kay's face. "Improvise." there was an assertiveness in the younger woman's voice now, a boldness. Kay's eyes went wide when she realized what the younger woman was suggesting. She looked at the dainty foot in front of her with its carefully painted nails. Her pussy spasmed, craving the return of the fat dildo. Hesitantly, Kay reached forward with both hands and cradled Hannah's foot, supporting it to take the strain off the younger woman's leg. She leaned in, bringing her face closer to the sole, not quite believing what she was about to do. She closed her eyes... "No. Keep your eyes open. Look at me." Hannah said in a firm voice. Kay forced herself to meet the young woman's deep green eyes. Forced herself to extend her tongue and tentatively press it against Hannah's instep. The taste was mildly salty, the odour barely detectable. Slowly, Kay dragged her wet tongue up to the ball of the foot. Her face burned in acute humiliation as she performed the degrading task. Her pussy ached and dripped. She watched Hannah's expression for any sign of disapproval, but saw none. If anything, Hannah looked pleased and increasingly comfortable in her new role. Kay again lowered her mouth and repeated the tongue stroke, following the path of the first one. "Are you in love with my fiance?" The blunt question took Kay by surprise, but it was an easy one to answer honestly. "No Ma'am." She began another slow lick. She wasn't exactly sure what it was that she felt for her owner; sometimes it felt like a whole bunch of things rolled up together. But it certainly wasn't love. "Then why don't you take your pictures and go? Go to your husband and your kids...and never come back." "Please...no." Another long lick. It was getting easier with each stroke of her tongue. "If you're worried that he has copies of the pictures, you can rest easy. He's assured me that there are no copies. Just what's in that envelope." Hannah nodded at the package on the floor in front of her. "Please Ma'am. Please don't take...this...away from me." "Take what away from you?" "My Wednesdays. They're all I have." Kay continued to maintain eye contact as she licked. She felt tears welling at the prospect of being forced to leave. "All you have? He works you like a slave. Beats you. Degrades you. How is that worth having?" Hannah lowered her foot and raised the other one. Kay automatically cradled the foot and started licking the sole, all while trying desperately to form her thoughts into words. To make the younger woman understand her need. "My husband is a good man...a loving man. But sometimes I need more. A man who's demanding and strict and rough. A man who commands instead of asking." "Why?" "It makes me feel...more alive. Aroused. More feminine, somehow. More like...me." Hannah paused to consider the words. Kay continued to clean the bottom and sides of the younger woman's foot, keeping her eyes on Hannah's face. "Then why all this crap about the pictures? He told me he's tried to give them back to you many times, and you keep refusing." Kay hurt inside as shame and guilt slammed into her, and for long moments she couldn't answer. When she finally did, it was barely a whisper. "I'm an awful person for betraying my husband." The admission broke her down, and she started to sob. She cried and blushed and licked and leaked pussy juice onto the laminate floor. After another pause, Hannah seemed to catch on. "Blackmail makes it easier for you." Kay just wept and nodded. She continued for a few minutes, then slowly composed herself. "Fetch my purse. Then continue what you were doing." Kay rose from the floor and hurried to the hallway, returning with the small leather purse. She gave it to Hannah, then painfully resumed her previous position and returned her tongue to the arch of Hannah's foot. She watched Hannah retrieve a phone from her purse, then point it in Kay's direction. "What is your full name?" Hannah asked. With a shock, Kay realized she was being recorded on the phone. Naked, splayed and tonguing a woman's foot. Humiliation returned in a rush and she flushed a deep red. But mixed with that was gratitude. Hannah understood. The younger woman wouldn't force her to leave. Kay gave her name in between licks. "Good girl. Use your toy." the younger woman commanded. Kay grabbed Big Green and pushed the thick length into her cunt in one smooth stroke, gasping and moaning as the ridges rubbed all the right spots deep inside her. She drew it out again, then pushed it back home with more force. Her tongue licked hungrily now. "Where do you live?" "What is your husband's name? How long have you been married?" "What school do you teach at?" Hannah continued to ask questions, capturing Kay's responses and pornographic display on her camera. For several minutes the younger woman grilled the submissive wife, then stopped and put her camera away. Kay was past caring. The pain, stress, humiliation and ecstatic pleasure had pushed her past self-consciousness, into a deeply receptive state devoid of thought but filled with sensation and feeling. She was home. Her owner returned, freshly showered, to find Kay pounding her dripping sex and sucking Hannah's big toe with abandon. The naked slut had a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. "It looks like she's agreed to my terms." he said to his fiancee, chuckling. "Can we have her over three days a week instead of two? Don't forget the yard work and gardening have to be done." Hannah asked. Kay was too far gone to understand the question and just nodded her agreement. After all, her owners had a video that could ruin her...she had no choice but to obey.