0 comments/ 208069 views/ 35 favorites It Started As A Golfing Debt By: StryWrter7 This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It contains scenes of sexual relief for the neighbors, and frustration for the story teller ‘Chris’. There is some domination involved as well as a bit of wrestling. In chapter 5 & 6 his sexy 19 year old daughter joins the fun. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. At this moment, the story has 4 chapters and is not complete, so asking how it will end – well, we will just have to wait & see. And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy. ***** After being at the pool for an hour, I was contemplating my departure when the chairs just in front of me were claimed by a woman and man I had never seen in our neighborhood. While I was still a bit pale and I wanted to work on my tan during this June afternoon swim; the new couple settling in next to me were both tanned golden brown - the woman was just rippling with muscles. I tried not to stare but I kept my eyes on them as they stripped down to their bathing suits. The woman was most intriguing since she had muscles in places where most women had overgrown baby fat. Her arms were impressive as she whipped off the cover-up top exposing a washboard set of abs, and C cup breasts. Her brown hair cascaded to the middle of her back until she wrapped the strands in a ponytail and then clipped it up onto her head exposing her well-developed shoulder muscles. As she held her hair up – I got a nice profile shot of her breasts – including a glimpse of the large areola and pointed nipple that was peeking outside the edge of her royal blue bikini. I couldn’t tell what to focus on: her amazing body – her fabulous firm flesh surrounding most of her body or the typical female attraction spots I lean toward when I view a pretty woman -- namely her tits and ass. Her better half who I heard her call ‘Tom’ appeared to be a bit shorter than myself at only 6 foot, was in good physical shape but not a muscle bound man that I would associate being with this awesome woman. His bare but very tan chest showed that he exercised, but not to the extent that she did. He seemed to feel all the eyes watching them as they both settled into the chairs. Mine must not have been the only ones – he glanced around – then smiled to me and politely introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Tom – we moved in a few weeks ago – but have been getting set up in our home – we haven’t had time to make it up to the pool. Good thing these chairs were empty – I would hate to come here and not have a place to sit.” “Hi, I’m Chris. It gets crowded in June – but slacks off in July & August.” I informed him. We chatted for the next hour or two while I took the liberty to stare at his wife. He told me her name is Dee, and she hardly even looked at me. She just drifted off to sleep. Her legs spread two inches open and I could clearly view her pussy lips under her bikini bottom. The way she had scooted down in the reclining chair forced the fabric into her pussy crack. The outline of her lips and escalating wetness evidently meant she was having a delightful dream. After I learned that they are not just new neighbors, but they are my direct next door neighbors, I wanted to get more acquainted - Tom and I set up a golf date for the next Saturday morning. *********** On Saturday morning while loading his golf clubs in my car, Dee came out to greet me – or rather to give Tom hell for going out when she was going to be working around their new home. “If you go – you won’t get any pussy tonight” she threatened him. I wasn’t sure how their arrangement was – so I tried to just politely smile and keep my opinions to myself. “How long are you two going to be gone?” she asked “Five maybe 6 hours” Tom replied. ‘Six hours of playtime with your new friend. What do I get out of this?” She complained. “You get peace and quiet till the late afternoon.” He tried to appease her. “I can have peace and quite by gagging you – and still having you here to do your chores.” She threatened him. He just sort of cringed when she mentioned gagging him. I wondered if she was for real. I had visions of her being the boss of the house. I had mixed emotions about her I knew why I was attracted to her sexy hard body but another part of me wanted to stand up to her bossy attitude. Tom should put her in her place. What I didn’t realize at that time is that she knew her place. And she knew where her husband belonged. She wasn’t making any headway with him so she started berating me. “I assume you two are going to be gambling while playing with each other?” I chose not smart off and rebuke her term ‘play with one another’ instead I looked at him and shrug my shoulders and said “Yes.” I check with his handicap, and he says 15 (I’m a 32) Then she wants a bet too – but WITHOUT any handicap “I like to bet the same way I like my men – straight up. The bet is each hole he beats me – I have to help him one hour with his chores.” She informs me. Although I think she is just kidding, I accept the bet. She announces that she is letting him spend time with me – and taking time away from being spent with her – that I owe her if I lose. We drive off - I politely ask Tom if she is always that fussy. Tom answers that “She is Bossy, Dominant, and Bitchy but I wouldn’t call her f u s s y. But she is really into sex and I love how she can make me feel.” Being a widow, I feel a little envious. He goes on to say that although he’s dominant with others – he’s very docile (Tame) with her. We let the subject of Dee disappear as we play golf where I proceed to lose 14 of 18 holes straight up. After having a few beers in the clubhouse, he calls her to say we’re on the way home. I hear him say that he won $5.00 from me playing with handicap, but won 14 holes straight up for her. She tells him that he will get sex after all. He hands the phone to me – and she says she will start to get things ready for my servitude. When I ask him what this servitude is all about - he merely shrugs his shoulders and says, “You lost -- Fair and square. I guess you’ll just have to pay up and help me with whatever chores she has.” Then he laughs – “Besides, she said I get sex for beating you. If you act like a good boy – maybe you’ll get real lucky too.” ********* When we arrive back at his home, I ask to use the bathroom and she directs me toward their master bath. Walking beside me in the hallway, she tells me to strip, shower, and then put on the panties laid out on the bed. Entering their bedroom, I see a light pink lace set of panties on the bed. “You’ve got to be kidding ---- Right?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nope. You wear panties to work around the house.” Dee folded her arms under her C cup breasts just daring me to challenge her authority. She informs me that I kept her hubby away from her for 6 hours while we played golf. She says she has me for 14 hours – but most likely we can split it up into 2 groups of seven hours each. I exclaim “I won 4 holes – shouldn’t that deduct from the 14 Tom won?” When I convince her that it should be 10 hours of service, she agrees. Now I just have to convince her that the panties are a bad idea. She now stood firm with her hands on her hips and a determined look on her face. Her tan skin was remarkable against the black sports bra and short red silk shorts she wore. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail but the look on her face was pure determination. She won. It was a bet. They are new to the neighborhood, but they would quickly decide who was going to associate with them – and who was not. She also said that word would get around that I Welsh (Cheat) on my bets. “You can’t be serious about the panties. I am not a wimp who you can put into your panties. This is a joke right? OKAY ----- I’ll help Tom with his chores, but you don’t expect to make him wear panties – do you?” I complained As they both stood between me, and escape through the bedroom door. “What? You think only wimpy guys would stoop to wear panties? Real men don’t wear panties or female clothes when a woman tells them to? You don’t think I keep my man in panties?” She moved intimidatingly close to me and pointed to her side. “Tom step closer and drop your shorts.” When he did, I was shocked to see him wearing a pair of white satin panties. His cock lounging to one side as it filled the material in the front. Dee gently guides my hand to Tom’s thick member inside the panties. “Is this the cock of a wimpy guy? Does the fact that he’s wearing panties under my direction make him any less of a man?” I am impressed by the girth that I can feel behind the slick fabric, but still bewildered about their relationship. It obviously shows on my face, and Dee calmly explains that he doesn’t wear the pants in the family. He wears the panties. “Did you think he was any less of a man when you were out playing golf with him?” “NO.” I answered. I didn’t pull my hand away from his crotch. I was just in awe of what was happening around me. Still using my hand to stroke his penis she pointed out “He’s quite impressive for a man – even if I keep him in panties.” I agreed. The blush on my face showed my embarrassment. I looked up at Tom to see him nodding his approval. “OKAY. I’ll get a shower, but can’t I wear something more than just panties?” She agrees and says by the time I come out of the shower she’ll have something more for me to put on. Then gestured toward the bathroom. I knew she wanted me to obey her. In the shower I was awash with thoughts – I had been a widow for 4 years. In that time I had dated women off and on – with a few of the more exciting women being a bit on the aggressive side – but nothing compared to her. I barely knew her. It was Tom I had talked with at the pool - Dee ignored me completely. I had played golf with Tom – and he had told me that she was domineering and bitchy. Still she was one fine looking woman – bitchy or not. ******************* Chapter 2 My Big Mouth Me and my big mouth – I wanted more clothes - I ended up with a black and white maid outfit of frilly construction. It was made of cotton and taffeta and it actually fit in a perverted way. It had some push up kind of bra that squeezed my chest just under my arm to appear as girls’ cleavage. The flared skirt came 2 inches past the top of my legs, barely concealing my crotch. I looked ridiculous in this outfit – and I felt inferior. The smirks on my new neighbors’ faces proved that I had capitulated to their whim and forever would be trapped in their little game. We were both ordered to clean the bathroom I just had used. Since I was the last to use the tub, I was nominated to clean it. Tom was busy doing the sink and mirror. Dee would check on our progress and correct the way I was cleaning. Instead of telling me how she wanted it done – she kept telling Tom to show me. If being in this getup wasn’t bad enough – being referred to like you’re an object not a human was worse. “Slave, show our new maid how to properly clean the tub.” Dee ordered Tom. Tom stepped into the tub and told me to climb in so I can reach the wall and use more elbow grease to clean the corners. I started to display my method and he told me to kneel down and clean the corner (which is where I was working before – only I was outside the tub leaning over to reach the corner). I sank to my knees in the cold wet tub and began to rub the wall with my sponge, when Tom straddled my knees and showed me how Dee wanted her tub cleaned. He stood and started rubbing the same corner I was working on – except when I looked up at him – I had a close up view of his panty-covered crotch. I tried not to gawk so much but I felt a thrill since it didn’t seem like an obvious attempt to trap my body below his. I went on and finished the tub. He did the toilet and we were done in the bathroom. Dee called us and told us she wanted the kitchen floor cleaned. Handing me a bucket and scrub brush Dee told Tom “Have our new maid scrub the floor while you mop it up” and proceeded to hand him the mop. Again I was on my knees while Tom and Dee were standing. And again, she didn’t address me – she went through Tom. Something erotic about being used this way but I couldn’t put my finger on it. As long as she was treating him as a slave, I felt like we were in the same boat. But I got the distinct feeling that her slave was a step or two ABOVE my position as a Maid. Dee was in the next room working out with her free weights; I couldn’t help admire her impressive bulging biceps even from this distance. When I thought she was out of earshot - I made the mistake of sarcastically commenting to Tom “Gee with muscles like hers, you would think SHE would be the one on the floor scrubbing away. She could get a workout and be productive while we sit and watch TV drinking a beer.” Tom started to laugh – not just a quiet – private snicker; but a gut wrenching laugh. He was about to agree when he looked rather nervous – almost petrified. He gave me a slight wave of his hand to get me to shut up but I was oblivious to his gesture. I continued to mock Dee. “I thought you said you were going to get some sex for winning at Golf – It looks like she forgot about that part of your bargain. She could work her muscles fucking us both and I wouldn’t complain a bit!” Just at that moment Dee stepped to my left and announced “Tom has ONE muscle I make good use of – his huge cock. You have one muscle I will make use of later – your MOUTH.” I cringed because she had overheard my rude comments. She pointed her finger in Toms face and started to reprimand him like a little schoolboy “Now you TOLD our new MAID that I was giving you sex for winning at golf?” “Yes Ma’am” He admitted. “But only because you said so.” “This is how you train our new MAID – to smart off to obvious authority figures” She admonished Tom “You are doing a lousy job of training her – perhaps you need to be punished.” I took offense of Dee calling me a ‘her’ just cause I wore a female maid outfit, but was too stunned to say anything to defend Tom or myself. Dee continued to berate him and in the process get her digs on me. “I go to the trouble to bet for you – and you don’t use this to your advantage – you should be swatting the little slut on her ass, and making her kiss your feet for forgiveness toward slandering me.” She pointed at me while continuing her tirade “This maid needs to be shown who is boss in this house – and you let her badmouth me. With this little bitch at your feet – your chores would be over quickly; then maybe you would be my fucktoy.” I had to disagree. “Hey, wait a minute – I know that y’all are into this female drag thing – and I got conned into playing along – but I am not anyone’s little bitch!” How much authority does a guy have when he’s on his knees, wearing a female maid outfit sandwiched between the cabinets to his rear, his new neighbors standing in front of him. “Shut the fuck up – Bitch.” Dee slung her open-faced palm – smacking my right cheek. POW! I was in awe of the force of her smack. I cower at their feet. “See how disobedient she is?” Dee warned Tom This time I didn’t question her use of the word ‘her’ when she referred to me. “You need a spanking – for her insubordination.” Dee proclaimed. “NO – please – not in front of --- not here – not now.” Tom whimpered “Spread your legs and bend over toward the cabinets.” Dee instructed Tom. Dee picked up a wooden spoon off the counter and proceeded to smack his ass with it. After 10 swings, he was trying to adjust himself to better accommodate the punishment. I was trapped between his legs and the cabinets behind me when Dee ordered “Bitch, it is YOUR fault he’s being punished. You need to hold his legs wide open.” I spread out my arms pushing against the inside of his thighs. My face was eye level with his panty-covered crotch. Each time she hit him – he pushed a little bit further toward my face. After the 30th stroke she asked him if I was going to obey? I decided to try to stop this punishment. “Tom didn’t do anything – I was the one who said something about your body.” “That costs you 10 more” she threatened him. “WHY?” I implored her. “There is another 10 – why don’t you do something?” Dee intimidated him to stop me from talking. “Keep quiet – Chris. Every time you open your mouth – I get more spankings.” Tom tried to warn me. To Dee’s sly enjoyment “I would shove something big in her mouth and gag the bitch – if I were you. I know you’ve got just the thing to keep her quiet.” Then went on delivering the next 20 swats. I was silent. I held his legs open by kneeling between them. I couldn’t help seeing her swing the wooden spoon all the way back and then forward again until it collided with his unprotected butt. Inches in front of me his throbbing dick was what I assumed she meant to gag me with. I could see a small bit of pre-cum staining the satin panties where his cock head was located. This was an entirely different view than I have ever had of a man. His panties didn’t do much to cover his excitement as his cock filled with blood and started to pump and twitch in front of me. He was getting hard while he was getting spanked. I had mixed emotions – erotic thoughts of being forced to suck him – to kiss her feet – to submit to them both. But I was not the one being punished, yet I was fearful to confront Dee again. ********* When she was done, she turned his ass around to face my kneeling form and yanked down his panties. His butt was RED. There were marks all over it. Dee told me it was my fault for his punishment and that I should kiss it and make it better. “I don’t like seeing him get spanked by you, but I don’t think me kissing his ass will make him feel better do you?” I pleaded. “You are right.” Dee grinned at me and then turned Tom around to face me. “Kiss this – I know it will make him feel better” She said as she stroked his throbbing manhood. My eyes were the size of saucers as I glared at his thick tool. His veins were pulsating the blood to his mushroom shaped head and it didn’t need any help getting hard – but her fingers were encircling his shaft aiming it toward my face. I looked at her and she just smiled. “Go ahead bitch, I know you want it. Who could resist a huge cock like this?” Dee taunted me. I tried to back away from his threatening manhood, but there was no place to escape. I was trapped by them both. I am told that HE took the spanking for me – I should be grateful. How should I show my appreciation for his suffering. What can I do to give him some pleasure? She already freed his cock out of the panties and aimed it at my face. I tell her I have never sucked a cock before, and I really don’t want to be forced to do it now. “Forced? No – You will do it because next time I might not take it easy – I might be spanking YOUR butt for his infraction. He knows what infractions set me off – so he could make your little fanny quite red. You’ll suck him because you want to – because you adore his size – because it is your way of showing what a panty maid should do.” Dee let me think for a moment then offered “Do you really think it is right that he get punished for your offense?” It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 02 This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. ___________________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It contains scenes of sexual relief for the neighbors and frustration for the storyteller ‘Chris’. There is some domination involved as well as a bit of wrestling. In these chapters 5 & 6 his sexy 19-year-old daughter joins the fun. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy. Chapter 5 Over the next two weeks Tom used my tongue as his hefty prick’s personal massage unit. Dee used my tongue several times – only experiencing the awesome orgasm once, the other times – she said I didn’t do well enough. Tom and I played golf again each Saturday. Once I won 6 holes against him, and the next time I only won 1 hole. Losing 17 holes to him was bad, but he told me that if I lost all 18 holes – all hourly bets would be off and for 24 hours a day for two months I would become his slave. I thought things couldn’t be worse than being his and Dee’s maid (bitch) for 6 hours one week and 16 the next. At the golf game when I lost 17 holes, Tom taunted me though out the day. He told me things he was going to do – and it certainly affected my play. I missed putts I normally make. I hit shots into the woods and out of bounds on almost every hole. He got under my skin from the first hole. When we rode in the cart he would pinch my nipples or even worse – grab my crotch in between holes or when he was positive no one was watching. Knowing that he was doing it when no one was watching didn’t put me at ease. He owned me, and I felt inadequate in his presence. Dee on the other hand was warm and inviting when Tom was not around. I was right about her. Once she had established her complete dominance of me, she eased up. I was not a threat to her. I had been emasculated and completely subdued by both her physical strength and her raw beauty. I helped clean their house, and yard. She wasn’t into sex as much as Tom, so I didn’t seem to be at her crotch all the time. Thankfully she preferred to be licked – and once I showed her how it feels to have peppermint Altoids in my mouth when I licked her – I became her favorite pet. She only took my ass two more times with the huge rubber dildo – and both times it was cause Tom asked her to. She was easier to get along with when Tom wasn’t there. He liked to instigate things – and make me suffer. Who knows, maybe now that there was another guy with a dick she could humiliate, maybe she left him alone without making him wear panties. Speaking of panties – he only seemed to wear them 3 times in the last two weeks. Each of those times he was so humble – so very polite it was like he was another person. He was quiet, obeying her every command. When he wore panties to suit her – he never once tried to molest me. We weren’t equals – but he was a lot more bearable. But it didn’t last. I was at home and Karen came in from working out at the gym. She told me how a pretty young body builder lived next door and while at the gym she had been most helpful. She told me that Dee had taught her several new exercises to shape up her butt, and she told me that Dee had given her several massages while they both were in the sauna. My face was white as a ghost. I wasn’t prepared for her to really meet the neighbors. Since Karen was busy all the time, I didn’t think they would find the same interests. I had done my best to not let Karen catch me going to their house all the time. I wanted to keep Tom and Dee away from my daughter. Karen was 5’ 4” tall, 108 pounds, blonde hair (dyed) a very narrow waist and extremely large DD breasts. Since she grew up in my house and her mother had large breasts, I always assumed that since they didn’t happen overnight – they were indeed real. Karen had a typical dark tan – seems like most college students want that ‘healthy look’. Her hair was usually pulled back in a pony tail and she liked to wear a ball cap with it coming out the other end. She was a wet dream come true. She was a lot like her mom except with one thing: SEX. It seemed that she got her sex gene from me. She was willing to try anything once – and providing she wasn’t going to get hurt or leave permanent mark – she wanted to be an expert in the sex department. Her mom (Debby) died 4 years ago – by a drunk driver at 6 am one Saturday morning. Debby wasn’t a prude when it came to sex – but she wasn’t into much. We did it missionary most of the time. She just wasn’t kinky. When I would suggest something kinky – Debby would think I was just being a typical male – wanting what I didn’t already have. She used to warn me occasionally that I should watch out for the kinky stuff I wanted because I might find out that I couldn’t get hard without it. When I suggested that she tie me to the bed and have her way with me – she just reminded me that she didn’t need to tie me up – I already did what she wanted in bed. She seemed pleased with sex with me. She didn’t want any new adventures. Now that she wasn’t around I could become as kinky as my hearts desire. The only trouble is – I missed her type of sex – where I am a MAN with her. Now with Tom and Dee – I am their slut, bitch, or maid; but certainly NOT a man. Back to my daughter – I found out she was promiscuous when she was only a junior in high school. I tried to convince her to wait – but she told me that it was so difficult for kids her age to wait, especially when they looked like her. By the time she got to college, she was trying lots of things. The one thing she didn’t like trying was drugs and alcohol. She said it dulled her senses and she didn’t enjoy her orgasm as much that way. It was always strange to have my gorgeous daughter talk this way with me, but as she pointed out – she doesn’t have a Mom as a roll model or confidant. “I think my body building friend Dee likes me. I think she is trying to come on to me, but just hasn’t gotten up the courage.” Karen startled me out of my train of thought. “What makes you think that?” I quizzed her. “Well, in the sauna when we were alone, she was giving me a massage and her fingers accidentally got too close to my sex. She pulled back when I propped myself up and looked at her. She then went for my boobs saying that she wished she had a set like mine, but that bodybuilding has kept them smaller than they might be if she quit. She was stroking my breast and my nipples got all hard with her touch.” Karen brazenly told me. “Then what?” I asked. “Then I told her no.” Karen stated. I was relived hearing that – because now that Karen is legal she has been more prone to be open when it comes to sexual talk. But Karen continued the story from the gym. “Dee looked depressed that I stopped her, so I calmly told her that maybe we can get together in a more private setting some other time.” I cocked my head to one side showing unspoken thought ‘why?’ “Dad, it is not like I haven’t had sex with a woman before.” Karen plainly stated. “But dear, I have met the neighbors, and they are in their late 20’s and you are barely 19.” I tried to reason with her. “Dad, if it makes you uncomfortable to hear about my private life, I won’t tell you anything any more and just keep it private. But if you’re dating and you are in your 40’s – it’s not like there is a rule you can only experience life with someone within 3 years of your own age.” Karen smartly replied. “I just turned 40, thank you.” I promptly corrected her. “But just how much do you know about this woman before letting her paw you?” “Dad --- listen to me. She’s into bodybuilding. I like to be in as good shape as her. She is married and doesn’t have any kids. She told me that she has her husband and few friends wrapped around her little finger. She explained that it is what women who know their body do best.” Karen explained. “I told you we didn’t do anything. She didn’t go down on me, and I sure as heck haven’t gone down on her. I just think she wants me is all.” “Ok dear, I won’t judge what you do – I think you make some excellent decisions in your life. We have an extremely uncharacteristic bond – you and I. Most fathers could not handle their teenage daughters telling them sexual things they do with other partners.” I backed down. “Mom told me when I was just 14, and beginning to attract boys by the handful – not to make a mistake of never trying sex before marriage. She told me not to be a slut, but not to be afraid to try sex when my heart and mind tell me it is OK. She didn’t want me to settle for the nice boy down the street and then not know how to satisfy him – and keep him in line. She said she didn’t want me to have a partner who’s not good in bed.” “I didn’t know that – You mean she didn’t think I was good in bed?” I questioned my daughter about my wife. “No, Dad. She told me you were perfect for her. I just think she wouldn’t want me to end up with a guy whose dick didn’t satisfy me.” Karen explained. I cringed. “Bigger is not everything.” I tried to rationalize with her. “The only people that try to perpetuate that lie are guys who are not adequate. This is not so – Dad. Bigger is better. Especially if they know how to use it.” Karen admitted. I wanted to end the conversation. “Dad, you and Mom wanted the best for me. Girl – Guy it doesn’t matter as long as I am happy right?” Karen asked me “Of course dear.” I declared. “Well, you wouldn’t want me to do a guy with a tiny – or insignificant body part, when it is so important to a woman.” Karen clarified her perception of the right guy for her. “No dear. I guess that wouldn’t be right for you.” I stammered an answer. “Good, I am so glad we cleared that subject up.” Karen flatly stated. Chapter 6 Serving a dinner party On Friday that next weekend, Tom and Dee instructed me to be at their house. I was to be their maid. I didn’t know that they planned on having company. Dee and Tom got me into the maid uniform and then added a leather hood to my face. It was snug over the back of my head and only had openings for my eyes, nose and mouth. The opening for my mouth was short lived since they stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and buckled the leather straps behind my head. I was told that I wouldn’t need my mouth at this time – I was going to be a maid and serve them and their guest dinner. I was not to do anything without their permission, nor was I to make too much noise while I was gagged. I felt silly but looked absolutely worse. I heard the doorbell ring – Dee answered it and invited their guest inside. I stayed in the kitchen until instructed to bring out the food. The minutes ticked by and I was frightened. No one had seen me as his or her maid before, so this was going to be a new experience. I could only remember the instructions that Dee had given me – with the leather hood and female maid uniform, no one will know who is their slave – that is unless I do something stupid. Then all bets are off. After awhile they settled into their spots at the dining room table and I was called to bring out the salad. I entered carrying a tray and nearly dropped it when I saw who was their guest. KAREN! She nearly choked on her drink when she saw me. I thought that for sure Karen recognized me. Dee spoke first. “This is our maid. We took the liberty of putting a hood over her face so she would perform her duties without any distraction or embarrassment. We have her services every so often, but this is the very first time she has exposed her true nature to someone of such beauty.” I wanted to stop them from inviting my daughter into their web, but I was deathly afraid that when Karen learned that it was her father who was behind the mask in the maid outfit – that she would lose all respect for me entirely. Being gagged came in handy cause I wanted to scream out and make her run away. “You told me that if I joined you and Tom for dinner – that I would experience something new. I had no idea that y’all were into something so kinky.” Karen politely stated. “I must warn you that I don’t believe in bondage or S&M until I am much more comfortable with my hosts. I hope you didn’t think I would participate in this game.” Dee comforted Karen by explaining “Don’t be afraid of our maid. She is trained to obey both Tom and I – and will not be participating in anything we have planned tonight. That is unless you want her to.” “I like trying new things. It is just that this bizarre attire caught me off guard.” Karen told her hosts. “What is she called?” “If you named her - What would you call her?” Tom asked. “Slave, Servant, or Maid – I guess” Karen suggested. “Those names are good – but we tend to call HER – Bitch, Slut, or Pussy” Tom proudly replied. I didn’t miss the fact that they were calling me a ‘HER’ and not exposing my true sex to my daughter. I was instructed to bring out the main course, and when I returned I heard Karen answering a question that one of them must have asked. Even though I didn’t hear the question, the answer she was in the middle of giving left no doubt its nature. “… There were 3 guys and another girl – we played a game of trivia and the winner got to choose something for the losers to do. We had just finished dinner at my friends’ apartment, and were about to have desert. There was one question that I got wrong, and up to that point I had been pretty good at this game. Mark, one of the guys present, said that I should strip off my top, another told me to strip off my bottom the third guy wanted me to spread myself out on the dining room table. I did. Then Pam walked back into the room with ice cream and chocolate syrup and said that I was going to be the plate for desert and they all were going to eat off me. Ice cream melted and the chocolate syrup was everywhere while 4 tongues licked me. I but it was by far the most original and kinky thing I have done with more than one person at a time.” Tom assured her – “Someday you will look back on tonight and say it was the most original and kinky time you have had with more than one person” A discerning smile spread across Dee’s face. The dinner went without any problems, and Karen didn’t realize I was in the room with her. I was ready to die – I was so frightened. At one point during dinner I spilled a few drops of water when I was filling Dee’s glass. It really wasn’t anything to be concerned about, but Dee made sure that Karen got the full treatment. “Pussy, can’t you do anything right – you spilled some water. What do you have to say for yourself?” Dee taunted me. I could not answer. My eyes got as big as saucers. Up to this point I had not raised my eye lids very much for fear that Karen would see behind the mask and know it was me. “Bend over!” Dee commanded. When I did – she swatted my behind once. “Go to Tom and bend over so he can punish you too – and then do the same to our guest. We wouldn’t want her to be left out of the fun.” I went around the table and bent over next to Tom. Swat. He smacked my panty-covered ass. The hard part was stepping over to my daughter and bending over for her to hit me. “Spilling your host’s water is a serious offense. Do you really think one smack should be sufficient?” Karen slyly suggested. “Why no, my dear guest … one from each of us is not enough. How many do you suppose we should administer?” Dee beamed. “Twenty would be suitable.” Karen proudly announced. “Twenty for spilling a few drops of water?” Dee raised her eyebrows at the aggressive nature their sexy young guest was exhibiting. “My father raised me right. If he were here he would tell your slut that she would remember it more if she gets 20 swats. She won’t forget to mind her manors.” Karen arrogantly exclaimed. Tom nearly choked at Karen’s words and it looked to me like Dee was kicking him under the table. I recognized what my daughter was doing. She knew her hosts were into a bit of S & M and she wanted to establish herself on the giving rather than receiving end. I bent over next to her chair and she swatted my behind 10 or 15 times before she ‘accidentally’ got one of her smacks to my butt a bit too high between my legs. I wiggled a bit to keep myself from being smacked again – close to my balls. “What the hell?” Karen was dumfounded. She reached between my legs and gripped my panty-trapped manhood and nuts. Her bewilderment was short lived when she squeezed my nuts in her hand. I yelped in surprise and fear, but nothing came out of the gag other than a grunt. “Your Pussy maid is nothing but a sick drag queen.” Karen was overwhelmed by this erotic turn of events. I could feel her fingers squeezing my poor nuts and the pain from her delicate hand was nothing compared to the shame I had behind that mask. My daughter is revolted by my appearance as our neighbors’ maid. Yet she hasn’t even discovered that I was in this taffeta maid uniform. She re-composed herself enough to respond “I think the remaining part of the spanking ought to be done on a bare ass, so I know what I am hitting.” “Why – how delightful.” Dee gladly spoke up. Karen yanked my satin panties down my legs till they bunched at my ankles. “Step out of them and spread your legs wide… then bend over!” she commanded. I tried my best to obey. Tears were soaking inside my hood. My hands were shaking as I complied with her instruction. My own daughter Karen was administering a spanking on my bare behind. When she finished swatting my butt she took her finger and flicked my ball sack sending a jolt of pain. Lucky for me Dee had shaved my balls, chest and legs only a few days earlier saying that her maid looked ridiculous with hair there. If it weren’t for my mask and the less obvious differences Karen might have recognized me as her loving father. The worst part about the night so far was Karen’s next rude but deadly accurate comment. “I guess we should put back on your panties now – I seriously doubt anyone will want to use such a tiny dick for their pleasure tonight.” OUCH! That stung worse than the spanking or the flick to my unprotected balls! I acknowledged I was not hung very well. Tom found my weakness and has exploited it to his best advantage for several weeks. With Tom & Dee’s persistence I had admitted how inferior I was to them and that I somehow deserved their relentless manipulation. Debby loved me, and never made me feel any less than a perfect man. However, since my wife’s untimely death, the women I dated never seemed genuinely satisfied in sexual intercourse with me. Each time that Tom smacks my face with his bloated flesh, or makes me beg for his large and potent dick – I sink deeper into self-realization that I am less than adequate. Pulling up my panties, and slinking out of the room – I went off to the kitchen to clean up. After eating, everyone adjourned to the family room and Tom had asked Karen to stand on the coffee table. I was called into the room. “I want our she-male maid to undress you – and you can be desert for us.” Dee told Karen. “Slut, you are to undress our very sexy & delicious desert – but don’t let your hands wander into her private parts. I know how much you want to. But they are for the Master and Mistress of the house.” It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 02 I didn’t want to remove her clothes. I didn’t want them to have pleasure of my gorgeous 19-year old daughter. She was meant for a nice fine young boy. She should be having sex in the privacy of her own home or maybe the other boys’ home. She shouldn’t be here standing on the table waiting for me (a feminized male) to strip her for their ultimate pleasure. Dee swatted me on my ass, and again told me to strip their desert so they can enjoy her. I reluctantly obeyed. As I removed her dress, Karen proudly thrust her chest out to better arouse her hosts. Although Karen’s chest was not as muscular as Dee’s, I would rate her chest superior with her 36DD breasts. Those breasts were magnificently perky and upright. Other than her face, her breasts would be considered her best asset. “If you don’t mind, I am not comfortable with your man maid & her insignificant dick ----- undressing me. I would at least prefer if Tom were to do the honors. And if he’s not man enough, at least get a real woman to do the honors – like you” Karen explained her discomfort directly to Dee. Again my daughter humiliated me. Dee took the opportunity to throw gas on the flame. “Well, Slut – get over in the corner and don’t bother our new playmate any more until I command you. Tom, why don’t you go to our new next-door-neighbor and show her how much manly charm hangs between your legs. Once my new pretty has seen your tool, maybe she’ll be more accessible to our charms.” I slunk over to the corner, while Tom gleefully exposed his thick and well hung manhood to Karen. “That’s more like it” Karen was overwhelmed by the sight. “You can take my panties off and have what I hide underneath them anytime you want.” I watched from the corner while Tom and Dee stroked, petted, and drew into their web my beautiful daughter. As they ran their hands all over her body and inside her damp pussy – they told her to just stand there and let them bring her to orgasm. Dee was fingering Karen’s wet pussy with her left hand and sucking on her tit, while Tom stood beside Karen on the table encouraged her hand to stroke his rising manhood. When Tom’s ridged shaft was at 9-½ inches; I could see Karen crave it. She poked his lance at her pussy while Dee’s hands were still stroking there. “Oh yeah baby, we’ve got some dick for this pussy – don’t we Tom?” Dee hissed into Karen’s ear loud enough for even me to hear. “Lay down on the table.” Dee ordered Karen. My daughter slithered to her knees and then lay down while spreading her thighs wider by the second. Tom positioned his cockhead at her opening. As he slowly thrust into her, Dee was working magic on Karen’s nipples pulling and extending them far from her chest. Dee kissed Karen manipulating her tongue as it took command of Karen’s senses. Karen was being attacked on all sides, as Dee’s erotic control was in full gear. Karen responded to Tom’s thrusts by grinding her hips meeting each shove as he drove his thick meat into her expanding pussy. I watched in awe as Dee’s muscular arms surrounded Karen’s chest just under her DD breasts pinning her arms by her side and keeping her from struggling against Tom’s member. Through thrust after thrust Tom’s bloated cock penetrated its way deep within Karen’s love canal, until it could go no further. Dee stopped kissing Karen and let her suck in a mouthful of air as her orgasm was rapidly building to a feverish pitch. “Oh, YEAH. He fills me up.” Karen contented. “Do you want Tom to fuck you now?” Dee hissed. “He is already!” Karen quizzically replied. “No, my precocious new plaything, he has his cock buried deep inside you now. But he won’t fuck you with it – until I command him to obey. It will sit there, impaling you – throbbing inside but only I will let him fuck you with it.” Dee shrewdly told Karen. Karen didn’t comprehend just how much Dee was toying with her. Dee no longer needed to hold Karen down to the table. Tom bat was entirely in her pussy. All Dee had to do was rest her tan muscular arm on Karen’s shoulder and play with her full tit. Dee’s other hand stroked the soft fair hair below Karen’s stomach until her nimble fingers found Karen’s clit. She massaged the swollen clit sending jolts of electricity from Karen’s pussy all the way to her clouded mind. A mew escaped Karen’s lips, and a smirk spread across Dee’s face. She was getting to my daughter. Actually getting to her was a bit of an understatement since she was toying with Karen like a cat would a mouse. “Tell me now – tell me you want Tom to fuck you with his thick hot dick!” Dee taunted her prey. “Please fuck me. I need this so much. I can feel him twitch. I can feel the blood pulse inside his dick… now please let him ram it home till I cum” Karen begged. Dee nodded yes to Tom. Then she kissed Karen passionately – ramming her own tongue deep into Karen’s sweet mouth. Tom pulled his shaft slowly from my daughter’s pussy only to thrust it deep inside of her again. Over and over, he pulled out and then slammed back as far as he could go. I watched in awe as his fabulous tool worked Karen to a feverish pitch. His dick was slick with her juice. Her nipples were like large eraser tips as they poked upward from her white globes. Her hair was being messed up from Dee’s hands that were stroking though it while kissing her lips. Karen thrust her pelvis up to meet his penetration. Dee knew the signs of a woman ready to cum. Karen’s pupils got very dilated. Her eyes were like marbles and I witnessed her nose as it flared open while she absorbed extra oxygen that her body desperately needed. “Cum for me girl – the first of many times – my pet.” Dee gleefully recognized her triumph. Karen squeezed down as her climax erupted. “Damn she’s tight – she’s got a hold of my prick and isn’t letting it back out of her pussy till she’s through with her orgasm. Um, Oh…. She’s milking my cock. Its… going… to… squirt… Ahhhhhhhh.” Tom blasted his seed deep within her tight young puss. Dee sauntered over to the corner where I was still standing. She slapped at my hand which was rubbing my own hard on – trapped within the silky panties I wore. She pointed to the floor directly in front of her. I knew precisely what she had in mind and respectfully sunk to my knees. She stuffed her breasts into my face as she reached behind me to undo the strap which held my ball gag in place. When it was removed and I finally got to close my mouth and lick my dry lips. Once the slobber had been removed from my chin, I glanced up at my tormenting neighbor. Her eyes showed the excitement that she delighted in her little scene -- just preformed for my discomfort, and their pleasure. “Don’t speak!” she warned me. That was obvious. If I didn’t want Karen knowing who their cross-dressed maid was – I couldn’t dare open my mouth to speak. Dee prodded me toward the big coffee table where Karen and Tom lay in each others arms… relaxing while his huge manhood softens enough to be released from its stretched prison. “You’re the MAID – now clean them both up. Tom first!” Dee commanded me. I nodded ‘yes’ instead of answering her, then leaned in to get a hold of his wet dick in my mouth. I savored his smelly ball sack, and adored his sticky wet cock. I actually felt gratified that I was allowed to participate with them by sucking his dripping cock in my mouth. Oh my --- what am I becoming? I was getting a hard on – knowing I was cleaning off the man that just fucked my child. In an erotic sense, he deserved her fresh young pussy. And me – I guess I really belonged on my knees cleaning his now 7-½ inch soft cock. “Good SLUT. Now go get the rest of my cum. Lick her pussy clean.” Tom grabbed my head and twisted it so I was facing her golden blonde hairs and her gaping wide hole that used to be tight pussy. Yep – I thought, his cock sure has been here. She hasn’t closed up at all. But then I quietly pleaded with him – my eyes begging – but my voice was mute. ‘No – please don’t make me lick my own daughter.’ But Tom insulted me more by saying – “I know how much my slut would like to have sucked all that cum from my cock, but you can’t have my meat all the time. Now be a good slut, and fetch all my sperm -- deep inside this tight pussy.” I swallowed hard, and then pressed my face against her steamy pussy. Karen flinched when my face first made contact with her pussy. I tried not to look up at her face. Just suck her pussy – and clean his goo from deep within her body. I barely got started when she shoved my head away from her pussy and then proceeded to kick me away from her open thighs. “Ooooooohhhhhhh!” Karen exclaimed. “I don’t like that mask rubbing against my legs, and I sure don’t like that leather mask rubbing around my pussy.” “I’ll lick it clean” Dee offered. “Why don’t we send our maid home. It is obvious that our guest is not fond of wimpy men who’s only satisfaction in life - is sucking cum from a cock or freshly deposited pussy.” Tom showed me to the door. “We won’t keep her long. Don’t wait up!” Then with a gleam in his eyes, he reminded me – “If I were you, I wouldn’t let on that you know what Karen has been doing tonight – after all, how would you explain such knowledge?” I went home, showered and jerked off – thinking of how convincing Tom and Dee were with Karen and how emasculated I had become. Chapter 7 is being worked on --- Vote now -- why not give it a 5! It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 03 This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. ________________________________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It is best to read the first 6 chapters - but I can tell you that the early chapters contain a bit of humiliation, some wrestling, and other things that make this story - not the typical one on the internet. This chapter contains scenes of sexual relief for Tom (the neighbor) and frustration for the storyteller ‘Chris’. There continues to be some domination involved as well as a bit male on male sex. In chapter 7 his sexy 19-year-old daughter discovers his secret. Will she become like him - a cock sucking pussy licking slut? Or will she express her dominant side and contiue to put her dad in his new place. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. At this moment, the story has 7 chapters and might be complete; although I can be tempted to add to the story at a later date. And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy. Chapter 7 The Discovery. That night I waited impatiently for my young daughter to return home from being the newest neighbor fuck toy. Just as Tom had warned, I couldn’t let on that I knew of her whereabouts. I had watched them both entice her into sex, and fuck her to the first of many orgasms. Karen returned home at 1am, and I asked where she had been & what she had been doing. “Daddy, I have been out with some friends. Don’t worry about me – I had another girl with me. She’s pretty tough, and can keep guys from having their way with little ol’ me.” She teased. I pressed the issue. “Were you with some people I know?” Karen looked at me rather strange. “Daddy, I am a big girl now. Who I choose to let into my life is my business. But I will tell you that I never knew that satisfaction could be so close to home.” Then her eyes got a dreamy look “Now, I need a hot bath and comfortable bed. Goodnight Pop!” ‘Let into her life’ for sure – I thought. She let them into her pussy, her mouth, and God knows where else after I left. ‘Satisfaction could be so close to home’ means that she surely will be joining them again soon. The only thing I regret was that she didn’t tell me what she had been doing, or whom she had been doing it with. This meant only one thing – she has a personal life – and chooses not to bother telling me about it. Then again, I presumed that since I am her father, and sometimes a role mother – why would I suspect that she would act any other way. After all, if it was me in her place – I doubt if I would tell my father that I had dinner with the neighbors, while they were served by a crossdressed male maid, and then fucked silly for desert. ****** Karen never did own up to her new sexual activities. Tom & Dee didn’t have any use for me the next week, but Karen was out each night till late --- but never needed to drive her car. So I knew where she was, and most likely what she was doing. I still couldn’t say a thing about what I knew. On Saturday after our golf game, Tom had joined me in our house for a drink. Since neither of us saw Karen’s car in the driveway, we both assumed she was not home. I returned to the family room with Tom’s beer in my hand when he pointed to the floor and ordered me “Unzip my pants – slut – and get to work on my dick.” Obediently I began to kiss, lick and suck his huge magnificent cock. Unbeknownst to either of us, Karen was home – and heard some noises in the family room, but before she made her presence known – she distinctly heard Tom ridicule her father. “C’mon Slut. Be a good Pussy boy and suck this cock.” Karen overheard Tom saying. “You haven’t had it in nearly a week. I know you are aching for it now.” Karen was about to enter the room when she clearly overheard Tom “This cock hasn’t had anything so nice as that gorgeous daughter you have. My-oh-my she’s so tight. Dee likes to watch me get my nut off with her. But she doesn’t suck a cock near as good as her ol’ man.” Karen peeked around the corner and saw a little more than what she expected. There in the middle of the room was Tom – tipping a cold beer bottle to his mouth while standing in front of me – her father – kneeling before him. Tom’s generous shaft glistened wet from being in my mouth. Tom’s plump instrument was dangling down over his walnut sized balls, and just beginning to fill with blood and thicken to its full 9 ¾ rock hard size. “C’mon Slut, you want this full prick – don’t ya?” Tom teased while wagging his meat back and forth in front of my face. “Yes Sir” I meekly replied – my eyes following his swelling prick. “Get your clothes off – boy. I want you to be naked when you suck my prick.” Tom ordered. I quickly yanked my shirt over my head, and began to stand up so I could remove my pants when Tom pushed on the top of my head shoving me back down to my knees. “No, slut. You stay on your knees. Take your clothes off from down there.” None of this was lost on Karen – who up till now naturally assumed that she was the only family member who was getting intimate with the neighbors. At this point – she didn’t feel comfortable barging in on the two men. She just had to see and hear what was going on, without getting noticed. Karen inched a bit closer to the side of the doorway to get a better hiding place, and still be within earshot of the action. “You lost 15 holes today. You owe me a couple of dozen blowjobs from last week. I own your pussy boy mouth for a long time – don’t I slut?” Tom pointed out the obvious position I was in. “Yes Sir” I again mumbled. When I was naked – and my face back within a few inches of his bloated cock Tom began to ridicule me. “Go ahead and tell me who is bigger, superior man?” “You are Sir” I humbly admitted. “You want my cock. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me what you want – and WHY I SHOULD LET YOU HAVE IT.” Tom threatened to take his dick elsewhere. I started babbling “Sir – I want to suck your cock. I love the way it feels inside my mouth.” Then if his humiliation of me wasn’t enough – I go out and encourage some more disgrace by showing how docile and compliant I have become. “You’re better at golf, more useful with women, and it is obvious to me that you’re more man than I ever could hope to be. You and Mistress Dee turned me into a slut maid – and I enjoy it. Please allow me play with my feeble dick while sucking on your swollen cock.” WHAP – SMACK. Tom cruelly slaps me with his rigid cock. “You’re not begging enough to satisfy me yet.” He sneered as he looks down on his submissive neighbor. “But I’m amused that you know your position beside me.” My own dick was getting hard. I liked being used this way. It was obvious that I must be getting excited by submissively doing anything Tom asks. “You are right Sir, I am not man enough to stand in your presence. I believe the guy with the bigger dick deserves to be adored. Show me that I’m your bitch. I’m your cock sucking, pussy licking, ass kissing wimp.” Although Tom has been in panties when his wife Dee commands it, he was very pleased that for now – he was Master and I was his lackey. He was still in his clothes, with his powerfully thick dick hanging outside his pants while I was naked and on my knees begging to suck him off. My debasement made him feel even more powerful. “Kiss my balls, and then kiss the head of my dick.” Tom instructed. I obeyed. “Now crawl to the refrigerator and fetch me another beer. Then get back here on your knees and finish the job” Tom told me. I started to crawl off toward the kitchen when he stopped me. “Slut – what do you say to me?” I said the only thing I could think he might like – “Thank you Sir for letting me pleasure you.” He smiled and motioned for me to fetch his beer then he sank into the couch – his semi-erect cock dangling out of his pants. ***** I obediently crawled to the kitchen – Karen couldn’t get out of the way in time – and thus surprised me with her presence. “Daddy – Are you really his Slut Maid?” Karen shockingly asked. I was stunned. “Karen ---what are you doing home? Oh my God ---- This isn’t what it looks like ----“ I stammered. “I think it’s EXACTLY what it looks like! You didn’t answer my question. Are you his Slut Maid?” Karen shot back at me. Again, I couldn’t answer her – I tried desperately to cover my nude body. “Um – Well, We’re just playing a little game. I lost a golf bet.” I wanted to rationalize my actions. Tom got up off the couch and sauntered into the kitchen when he heard Karen’s voice getting upset. He didn’t even bother to stuff his 9-inch member back inside his pants. He didn’t interfere – just stood there waiting to see what would happen now that Chris was caught adoring his prick. Karen reached out and slapped my cheek, stunning me in the process. “I’m going to ask you one more time. You better answer me with one of 2 words – yes or no. Are you his Slut Maid?” I stared at her – I could see the shock in her eyes. I glanced at Tom and I could see the smug look in his eyes. I went back and forth – viewing them both, but no words came out of my mouth. I wasn’t ready to answer her. Tom made it easy. “Slut. Who gave you permission to get off your knees? I told you to crawl in here and get me another beer – then you can come back in the family room and worship my cock.” Then when I didn’t drop to my knees, or acknowledge his comment he added “Just moments ago you said you adore guys with bigger cocks.” Tom made a point to grip the base of his shaft thrusting his hips out toward Karen & me. I was speechless. I couldn’t think of a thing to say. I didn’t want to say YES and tell my daughter that I am the slut maid who she couldn’t stand last weekend. I was afraid to say NO with Tom standing there to dispute me. Tom raised his voice “SLUT – GET ON YOUR KNEES LIKE I TOLD YOU!” I looked at him. He didn’t look happy. He looked like someone that I needed to listen to. It was like everything was in slow motion, but I didn’t react fast enough to suit him. “NOW – SLUT!” Tom commanded “KNEEL! And get your hands away from your TINY DICK!” I slunk to my knees, spread my legs some, and then placed my hands beside my legs – exposing my shaved crotch and my now deflated little worm of a dick. I could feel Karen’s eyes boring into my crotch after the comment that Tom made about my prick. Seeing my submissive behavior as I meekly obeyed his command, I am sure she wondered about a lot of things. Tom calmly spoke again. “OK slut, you have earned a punishment for disobeying a real man when I gave you an order. That will take a back seat to all Karen’s questions that need answers. Don’t make it worse for you - Fetch my beer, and we’ll sit in the family room and politely discuss this.” He turned and walked back to the couch and plopped down. I stayed on my knees and crawled to the fridge – grabbed a beer and scurried past Karen to my Master. Karen quietly followed me to the family room and sat at the other end of the couch. I went to sit in the chair but Tom stopped me. “No, Slut – you begged me to let you suck my dick, and that is exactly what you are going to do.” “But I thought we were going to discuss what Karen saw” I complained. Tom explained much to my amazement “Karen and I are very familiar with each other. We will discuss this like adults. You on the other hand are my slut. As such, you belong on your knees, with a real man sized cock in your mouth.” I disagreed, “She is my daughter and as such doesn’t need you telling her anything. I am her FATHER” I whined. “She may be your daughter and you may be her Father – but you choose not to tell her that you’re my Slut Maid when she asked you 3 times. You have earned some serious punishment for that.” Then he reached out and fiercely slapped my face two times in quick succession. He brought some tears to the edge of my eyes. “Turn to face Karen!” Tom ordered I meekly scooted toward where she was on the couch. “Knees spread --- WIDER!” I opened my legs and let her once again see my withered dick. “Interlock your fingers behind your head” Tom instructed. “Now, I will give you ONE MINUTE to tell her anything you think she should know – about you, your desires, and fetishes. I won’t tell you when your minute is up – but you better have your mouth on my cock before the 61st second. No matter what is said after that point, I command you not to let my cock out of your mouth until I say otherwise.” Then looking at his watch, Tom said “Your time starts - - - NOW!” This was all such a shock to me – I didn’t know where to begin. The first few seconds, I tried to formulate what I wanted to say – then just burst out with my remarks “A picture is worth a thousand words. Seeing me on my knees – submissively doing whatever Tom says probably answers your questions. I am his slut, and Dee’s maid. In case you’re wondering - they didn’t beat me into submission. I found I liked it without anything more than a threat. It hurt me to see you being taken by them last week – but I guess now that you know what my position is in all this – you will forgive me for my erotic desires.” I looked at her – she was speechless. Then I scooted over to Tom’s lap and said “IF you’ll excuse me – My Master gave me an order and I really don’t want to disobey him.” Then with my hands still interlocked behind my head I scooped up Tom’s cock with my tongue and started sucking it deep into my mouth. “Good Slut – you had 8 seconds to spare.” Tom gleefully stated. Then Tom looked sheepishly toward Karen “What can I say – he loves my cock.” ****** Karen bewilderment was evident “When did you start doing all this – while I was away at college?” I pulled off Tom’s cock and was about to answer her when Tom shoved my face back into his crotch. “No, SLUT, You engulf me – Karen and I will discuss this situation.” He warned me. I stuck my tongue back out – and licked his shaft from the base to the tip and then opened my mouth as wide as I could to swallow his massive prick until it tickled my throat. I could see Karen discomfort out of the corner of my eye, or so I assumed. Tom went on to explain. “We have been doing this for a little over 4 weeks. It seems that we have a natural born slut here. As you can plainly see, he’s not much of a man. Rightfully so, he has been confused over this weakness – he desires to serve those who he feels are his superiors. Dee’s aggressive nature and her ability to make a man obey -- made him an easy target to manipulate. He’s masochistic and extremely open to suggestion. He LOVES to obey us, and his tiny little prick gets so turned on when one of us forces his mouth into oral sex.” Then patting my head like a favorite pet he added, “Isn’t that right Slut?” I bobbed my head up and down, as I didn’t dare take my mouth off his prick. “I asked you a direct question – you better answer me – and go on telling me all the things I like to hear.” Tom threatened as he pulled my hair on the back of my head – yanking my mouth off his stiff prick. “He’s absolutely right. I never experienced this kind of sex when your mother was alive, and I haven’t found the right woman since then. I AM NOT GAY. I just get turned on pleasing them, and doing what they say.” I divulged my affirmation Tom made me feel even more inferior by ordering me “Turn and face her – spread your legs wide – and show Karen how turned on you are.” I obeyed. Karen couldn’t help but stare at my straining 5-inch prick. It was hard but insubstantial. Tom’s staff dwarfed it. My whole body was shaved, and my balls looked smaller somehow. I wasn’t that embarrassed until a smirk began to form on Karen’s lip. She thought I looked bizarre. “Growing up here – I never really saw you -- I always thought you were bigger – DADDY – I always thought you were a MAN” Karen mocked me as she said the word ‘man’ she looked at Tom’s ferocious prick. “If you are our neighbors maid, and slut – how can I ever be expected to look up to you?” “I guess --- that I ---- don’t ---- deserve ----- your ----- respect” I mumbled. “What are you good for now?” She asked. Before I could stumble out a response, or even think of one – Tom laughingly spoke up “Dee says he’s got an amazing mouth. She loves it when I fuck her with a real cock – then he slurps all my cum from her pussy giving her an awesome orgasm in the process.” I squirmed at that thought. Karen nodded her head. “You are perfectly right. You do not deserve my respect.” Then looking at Tom – “And you – I know Dee has had you in panties and you are so obedient to her. What makes you any better than him?” Tom confidently stroked his massive hard-on and explained. “I’m obedient to Dee when she has me in panties – that is true. But I don’t have the desire to drop to my knees and suck his little 5 year old prick.” Tom proudly smiled. “Plenty of guys have a 5-inch dick. More than anyone cares to admit. So having a bid dick doesn’t necessarily make you better than him.” Karen reasoned. “In a way - You are right. But I don’t have the impulse to drop to my knees and serve someone else, especially a man. Dee and I are married. She has a way with me. Many couples have a unique bedroom policy that allows them to have playful and erotic adventure. These things don’t harm anything or anyone. But our SLUT – is not like that – he begs for sex – unusual sex – such as sucking cum that I planted deep inside a pussy. He willingly submits his mouth for my use. And He ENJOYS IT.” I blushed at the truth. I really did enjoy being told what to do – when to do it – and how to do it. Tom taunted Karen “So what’s it going to be – are you going to become our plaything too? Are you going to let someone fuck you anytime they want? Are you going to kneel down and beg to be allowed to suck a real big cock?” Karen stood up – moved to within an inch of my kneeling form. Planting a leg on either side of my face, she commanded “Take my gym shorts off – bitch!” I started to raise my hands to her short red satin gym shorts when she stopped me. “NO. Use your mouth!” Karen instructed me. I meekly pressed my lips to her shorts and gently tugged till they went over her hips and down past her knees till they lay in a puddle at her feet. “Stay where you are. I want your cock in me – and I am climbing on.” Karen told Tom. Tom just smiled and waited for her to ‘use’ him. Karen straddled his lap and ever so slowly descended his erect pole. She inhaled deeply as she reached the bottom of his cock. She could take no more. All 9 ½ inches were expanding the limits that her moist pussy could absorb. His incredible dick stretched her lips wide – and plummeted deep within her body. He went to push up against her – but she motioned for him to remain still. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted that prick in her – but on her own terms. I watched from my knees as my lovely daughter rode this monster till it squirted its seed deep within her womb. “Get on the floor --- face up SLUT!” Karen pointed to me to lie down beside their feet. She crouched above my face – and then slowly dropped her wet gooey pussy over my mouth and nose. I inhaled her strong scent – that smell of freshly fucked young pussy. Then I began to do my duty as I saw it – I licked, slurped & sucked her pussy till all the cum was free – and she had been brought to an awesome orgasm. It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 03 When she got off my soggy face – she showed an amazing sign of satisfaction – I was successful in licking her. “You have a use after all!” She mocked “I think Dee is going to have to show me how much fun you two can be.” My life was never the same again. The End? Should I end the story here -- or continue it and show what happens when Karen takes over her house? What effect will the body builder Dee have on her? Obviously Chris has resigned himself to being the 'slut' that Tom and Dee knew he always could be. StryWrter7 PS -- Is it worth your vote? Is this worth an email? It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 04 This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. _________________________________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It contains scenes of sexual relief for the neighbors and frustration for the storyteller ‘Chris’. There is some domination involved as well as a bit of wrestling. In chapter 8 his sexy 19-year-old daughter who caught Chris serving his neighbor with a blowjob begins to take charge of her panty wearing, pussy licking & cock sucking father. Of course, it would be easy to understand the story better if you read the first 3 parts. This chapter doesn't have as much sex as the other ones - but it carries forward the domination and humiliation theme to a new level. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. At this moment, the story has 4 chapters and is not complete, so asking how it will end – well, we will just have to wait & see. And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy. Chapter 8: Karen Takes Command Naked, used, and humiliated – I slunk off to my bedroom where I could clean up and regroup myself. I had to figure out just what to say to my beautiful 19-year-old daughter who just used my face to clean the spunk off her crotch, and deep inside her pussy. Tom had left – I decided to address the bizarre situation that had suddenly presented itself in our fair house. I walked into Karen’s bedroom “Karen – I think we need to talk about what just happened.” I began. Karen rudely cut me off “Who gave you permission to dress as a man?” I was stumped at first – here was my own daughter addressing me with contempt. “Karen – Tom is gone – it is time to go back to normal” I stammered. I was on the defensive with her – and like a lioness she sensed my fear. “I also don’t believe I gave you permission to address me as KAREN. I don’t approve a slut to use my first name – not without some reverence attached to the front of it --- Tom is Master – You will address me as MISTRESS.” Karen snapped at me. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I started to say when she cut me off. “You will take off those MAN clothes immediately.” Karen pointed at me. “From now on you will either be naked in this house – or in some feminine attire more suited to your status.” She was determined to humiliate me even further – this – I had to fight back. I grabbed at her arm twisting it to get her attention. “I am your FATHER!” I threatened her “You will treat me with respect.” Karen grimaced – but didn’t flinch too much before gritting her teeth and replying “Respect is earned – and lost - with your actions. I don’t have ANY respect for limp dick sluts who beg to suck off other men.” I cringed but dug my fingers deeper into her arm. “What just happened downstairs is between consulting adults. It is not meant for Father’s & Daughters.” I TRIED to reason with her. “In case you didn’t know it – Dee puts TOM in PANTIES when she sees fit and it doesn’t stop him from going back to a normal relationship when he’s not in that role” Like she would address a small feeble child she was babysitting my daughter threatened me. “LET GO OF MY ARM THIS INSTANT – OR I WILL PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE AND SPANK YOU TILL YOU CRY!” She hissed in demanding way. This was going downhill for me. On the one hand – being put in my place was highly erotic, and something that I fancied. But our previous relationship was crumbling – I was suddenly not the head of the household. I was losing – and like a little child afraid to admit he’s beat – I started to capitulate “Karen – you can’t be serious.” I searched out her eyes to see if she were playing – or really angry. “You do not deserve to call me by my first name. You will not touch me without permission. You certainly will be punished for grabbing my arm – and not letting go…” She was explaining. I eased my grip and dropped my hand to my side. Miffed – I had given in. I thought I sensed a small upturn of her lips and a gleam in her eye as she realized I had fear of the repercussions and let go. This small act of obedience confirmed her gut reaction to our new relationship. But I wasn’t quite broken by her standard. “I see no reason why you have MAN clothes on your pathetic and totally inadequate body. I don’t choose to ruin any of MY PANTIES – so you will have to go around naked till we can procure you some that fit.” Karen proclaimed “That was for fun – adult amusement – what Tom and I were doing. What we have – as a father and daughter is real. I can’t be anything other than your father – it is the only role I know.” I pleaded. “Well get ready to learn a new roll – what did Tom call you – PUSSY SLUT?” She sneered at me – “Do you realize that Dee and Tom thought I was going to be submissive and enjoy being their plaything. So where on earth do you think they got that idea? They figured like father like daughter. Well, I don’t want to play those games – I am an adult. I refuse to be someone’s TOY. But you – oh yeah, you relish crawling on the floor and begging to suck Tom’s fat cock. You licked up his cum from my pussy, and I am sure you have done the same to Dee’s pussy. How REPULSIVE! You are a SLUT, and you admitted that you are Tom and Dee’s slut – in front of me less than an hour ago – you willingly slurped up Tom’s cock making it hard for me to fuck while your own pathetic dick peaked out from your crotch.” I was without a decent response – her words cut into me worse than if she had whipped my ass with a crop. I stood dumbfounded. But I had not made a move to obey her either. I still was dressed in normal clothes, and I was determined to still use the name I gave her when she was born. What she was saying finally registered with me – Dee and Tom had put some unwanted moves on my little girl. “So you are mad because they tried to make you like me? I will fix them!” I threatened “Oh, yeah – RIGHT – you are going to uphold my chastity. You – their cross-dressed slut is going to protect me. Don’t do me any favors!” She criticized “I’m sure they had the biggest laugh when they first had sex with me – you were there – as some sort of freak maid. Oh, I am sure that they must have thought that was a hoot – I didn’t even recognize my own father as their panty maid.” “It feels right to be their slave – panty maid – cum drinking slut. But it doesn’t feel right to be that way with you – so I refuse – when you are ready to talk rationally – come in my room.” I told her and started to turn away and walk out of her bedroom. “Wait right there!” Karen ordered me. I continued to take the next step toward the door. “IF you know what is good for you – you will stop right there – don’t take ONE MORE STEP TILL I SAY Other-wise.” Karen instructed Out of half amusement – I shot a smirk back over my shoulder at this young girl ordering me to obey her – but I didn’t stop until I heard her next words. “Dee, yes its me – I am sure you have heard what just happened over here. …. Yes, Tom was wonderful as usual. Your slut has refused my instructions. He thinks he’s a man and can wear MAN clothes around this house. He refused to obey me …. Yes, I would be glad to do that ….. Great! You can come …. I will see you in a few minutes” Karen spoke into the phone. “You called Dee?” I asked as the fright of what she had done crept up my back and made all the goose bumps appear. “Are you addressing me?” she mocked “If you are ready to talk rationally – you will strip out of those clothes and kneel before me – and address me properly as a slave should.” I knew I couldn’t refuse Dee for very long – she had a way of bringing strong men to their knees. She didn’t have ANY trouble with me. I had become submissive so fast – and so eager – that it reinforced her superiority over me. “Why did you have to involve her?” I nervously asked Karen. “What are you afraid of – she is smaller than me.” Karen taunted. “Strip and maybe we’ll take it easy on your ass.” “NO!” I hastily exclaimed. “Suit yourself!” Karen spread her legs wide – put her hands on her hips and indignantly waited for me to collapse. I heard Dee call out as she let herself into our house. “Up here!” Karen directed. I was nervous – visibly shaking in front of Karen when Dee and Tom came into the bedroom. “What seems to be the problem?” Dee sauntered up to Karen and kissed her on the lips – taking a free feel of her breast while her hand roamed Karen’s body. Karen walked close to me – pointed at my clothes “This is the problem – this slut thinks he’s a man and can dress like one.” Then she went on “He has the nerve to not address me with reverence, and to make it worse, he grabbed my arm in a feeble attempt to force me to change my mind.” I started to speak – to explain my side – but was cut short by Dee’s hand slamming into my groin and racking my balls. “Oooooffff” I exclaimed as she took the air from my lungs. “IS THAT RIGHT SLUT? Did you disobey her?” Dee’s eyes were tiny slits. “Yes Mistress!” I frightfully answered. “Hold him up!” Dee told Tom. Tom grabbed me under my armpits and hoisted me into a standing position even though all I wanted to do was crawl into a ball to protect my family jewels from her wrath. Dee started explaining to Karen as she unbuttoned my pants and yanked them off me. “The main thing to learn is that you are in charge. Rough a guy up a little and he won’t even consider disobeying you the next time.” Then gripping my nut sack she explained “Surely your mother told you the best way to protect yourself from unwanted male contact is to attack them where it hurts.” Then turning to Karen “Grip his balls in the palm of your hand. Squeeze with just enough pressure so he can’t yank them away. Then pull them down forcing his knees to buckle, his eyes to water, and his breath – well – just ask Tom if he can breath when I have his nuts.” Tom was holding me up – but she was pulling me to my knees by yanking on my balls. I tried to squirm and protect myself but it was useless. Stepping to the side Dee offered my nuts to Karen. “Here – you try now.” She took them – her finger nails a lot longer than Dee’s – scratched and dug into my ball sack as she closed her fist around my nuts. Dee continued to explain and give orders. “See how it feels? He’s so weak – Tom has to hold him up. Continue to grip his nuts - now look him in the eye and tell him what you want him to do.” Karen learned perfectly. “I want you naked – or in female clothes when in this house.” Dee interrupted “Do you understand Slut?” “Yes Mistress Dee” I sputtered. “Not me – To her – show your respect to Karen. She is the one who has you by the balls.” Dee grinned. “Yes Karen I will go naked or wear what you want.” I replied so she wouldn’t grip any tighter. But Karen did grip my balls even tighter and relished in her firm control of the situation. Dee was giving her the courage not only stand up to me but put me in my place. “That’s MISTRESS Karen from now on!” I grunted as she squeezed my already sore nuts “Yes Mistress Karen” Before she let go she told Dee that I had grabbed her arm. She delightfully told her that she threatened to spank me. “What a wonderful idea. Karen why don’t you sit on the bed, and Tom bring slut over to her and throw him over her knees.” When I was bent over her lap, Dee ordered Tom “Kneel down and hold his legs – if he kicks at you – you have my permission to pinch or bite him” I was struggling a bit as Karen began to spank my naked ass. Whap. Whap. Smack. Smack. Over and over her hand landed on my butt as it quickly went from white to crimson red. I started to whimper, and I know that tears were building in my eyes. Certainly a little of the tears were from the pain as Karen’s slaps continued to rain down on my unprotected ass. But I believe that most of what I was whimpering over was my family roll – no longer would I be the head and master of the house, I was about to become a sissy under my daughter’s rule and Dee’s guidance. Sure, I knew that I had become a maid and slut to both Dee and Tom. But they didn’t live with me. I had to go over to my neighbors’ house to be humiliated most of the time – and I still had the security of my regular life with Karen. This defining moment is what frightened me the most. Karen was becoming my Mistress. The rest of the hour or so they were in my house, Dee explained some things to Karen to encourage her to subject me to more humiliation. My bedroom was bigger – it was typically called the Master Suite. I was to give it up. Karen, who never liked frilly female things (she was always a well-stacked athletic tomboy who looked as good in jeans and tee shirt as her prom dress) was going to take over my bedroom. I in turn would sleep in her bedroom after Tom and I paint the walls bright PINK. Karen was to eat at the dining room table – I should only eat on my knees at her feet. Our old dog kennel (cage) was brought up from the basement into her bedroom in case I was bad – and had to be contained in a cramped quarters. I was never to refuse to be put into this dog kennel. Tom thought it would be a good idea to surround Karen’s old bed with wood 2 x 4’s and make a big cage that she could keep me in while I sleep. Dee thought it was a wonderful idea and the two of us could do the construction. Though out the next hour, Dee put lots of thoughts into Karen’s mind – for the purpose of controlling me. The ultimate humiliation was me being forced to stand upright with my feet spread one full yard apart. I was wearing a pair of my deceased wife’s panties, and Karen was being instructed to rub my penis through the satin panties – scratching my trapped balls with her long fingernails. She was being told to jerk me off. She was having me repeat things – and further sink into her domination. Apparently, Dee thought it was a good idea to let a slut like me ejaculate to both verbal and physical stimulation. Dee meanwhile was stroking Tom’s fabulous cock to its full length intending on mounting it shortly. As I watched Dee slide her mouth up and down on Tom’s thick shaft I had to repeat stuff that Karen was telling me. Each of her comments were more compelling to show that I am submissive to everyone. “Say ‘I’m a sissy – panty wearing little boy!” “Since my small 5 inch dick isn’t pleasing anyone – I want to always use my mouth for fucking.” “Pussy boys who wear female clothes – enjoy sucking big cocks like Tom’s. They also love to lick freshly fucked pussies of their Mistress.” “Since you’re not a real woman – but a cheap slut – a female wanna’ be -- you don’t deserve any real privileges awarded a woman. Neither are you a REAL MAN – and thus don’t deserve any real privileges given to a man.” As I watched Dee’s tight pussy stretch to the limit to take Tom’s huge shaft, I squirted my load inside the panties. Karen just smiled at my release. She now enjoyed treating me without respect just like everyone else in the room. I guess I wanted it – or deserved it. I had let my life completely change, over a simple little golfing debt. Just a month before –I was completely normal. I had my share of fantasies, and I could look at a woman and think how much I would like to fuck her. But I didn’t imagine that Dee’s power over Tom and me would one day come into my own home – my own family. As the seed escaped from my dick filling the tight panties with goo, Karen made me lick her fingers clean – then kept dipping them into my panties to retrieve more semen for me to swallow. ***** The next day Dee had lent Tom to Karen for the construction of what I would call a cell around her old bed. Using a whole mess of 2 x 4’s we bolted them together spaced 8 inches apart. Other 2 x 4’s went horizontally across them giving them support as well as a place to tie things to. Eyebolts were screwed into the wood in quite a few places – for my future bondage. Even the ceiling had 4 x 6 wood going across it. Tom didn’t harass me since he was in panties under Dee’s rule. But Dee and Karen sure got chummy in a hurry. She was showing her all sorts of tricks to keep me under her rule – but mostly there was spanking, and humiliation to keep me from regaining any allusion of my old male self. The worst I thought was when we finished the cage around Karen’s old bed, and I was locked into it. Dee came into the room with a dildo strapped to her crotch – rising menacingly above her belly button. She stuck it between the wood ‘bars’ and told me “C’mon bitch, I know how much you love to suck a big cock – come get this one all nice and wet – cause I’m going to slide it deep into Karen puss.” I put my hands on the wood frame and stuck my face up to the bars so she could slide the rubber dick down my throat. Dee’s breasts thrust against her tight bra, and her biceps bulged as she started to grip my face and slam my lips tighter around her 9” toy. While my eyes were taking in this wonderful aggressive bodybuilder I didn’t realize that Karen and Tom were standing near the doorway – watching me. My performance was cut short by my daughters’ amusement. “The slut LOVES cock – doesn’t she?” Then pushing Tom toward the caged bed, “Here – go give him a real cock that will squirt a lot of juice down his throat, and Dee – why don’t you come into the bedroom and use that on me!” Karen was stark naked, all except a pair of red high heel pointy shoes. Her main asset - her ripe breasts - stood out from her chest much larger than Dee’s did. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the only other hair I could see on her body was the little patch between her legs. Her pussy lips were puffy – as if they were waiting to get fucked. Fucked by Dee’s rubber toy since she was pushing Tom toward me. Karen’s legs didn’t come close to the thick muscularity that Dee has, but they did look firm, inviting and sexy! My daughter was a hot number. Dee started to walk toward the door – past her husband, Tom when she quickly turned around. “Instead of Tom automatically getting a blow job – we’ll give you a fighting chance. Lets put them BOTH in the cell – each only wearing a pair of female panties. The only rule is – each of you can not remove your own panties. But the one who gets his panties off and subdues the other – gets a blow-job.” She unlocked the cage, pushed Tom in – and locked it behind him, throwing the key on the dresser – far away from either of our reach. “I’ll be back to find out who won – and I can bet I know who’s it is.” She said winking at Tom. Dee strutted out of the room with her arm around Karen’s waist – and as they exited the doorway I saw her hand drop to the crack of Karen’s tight white ass. I looked at Tom – “I don’t get it – we’re not suppose to remove our own panties – but get a blow job from each other?” “Sure – I know you want my prick --- come and get it. Take my panties down RIGHT NOW and suck my dick.” Tom hissed. I knew I was bigger than Tom. (Well, not in every department – but at least in height and weight.) And there wasn’t anything that SAYS I had to obey him – or be his cocksucker. There wasn’t a bet – or any reason why I should have to be his pet. So I bravely – or maybe stupidly – said “NO” His confident grin didn’t linger. Instead he swatted my face in quick succession with the palm of his hand. He wasn’t using a fist – he was slapping me, but it hurt just the same. It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 04 From there, we were entangled in a wresting match. Arms interlocked, legs struggling for the best advantage. What I enjoyed the most – I was standing up to him. He was no longer the powerful guy that was bossing me around. Several times I thought I was getting the best of him. I just didn’t know where to take it to the next level – to command him to remove my panties and suck my modest (but noticeably hardened) dick. I actually had him somewhat pinned on the bed – and was siting on his chest gleefully enjoying my newfound masculinity. But it didn’t last nearly long enough, as he twisted his legs in an X right up over my neck, and quickly forced my head down to the bed. If this wasn’t enough to do damage to my revitalized ego – his next move reversed any notion as to who was going to be master. He got his knees on each of my arms pinning them above my head. His knees were crushing my biceps and he rocked back and forth, causing a pain in my arms I haven’t often endured. If having me pinned on the bed wasn’t enough – I now was staring at his massive bulge hiding behind the tight silk royal blue panties. His meat was caught in the panties angling to my left – and he too must have been a bit excited – his cock was expanding. I tried to reach his legs that imprisoned me, but my own arms couldn’t get free. I couldn’t reach him to stop his incessant rubbing of my weakened biceps. He had his hands free, and they were roaming my body by pinching my skin and twisting it to make it hurt. As he rocked toward my face, he got a kick out of my eyes – gawking at his manhood. “You want it don’t you?” Tom teased me. “It doesn’t matter – This time I have a fighting chance to show you who is stronger. There is no way I’m taking your panties off – unless you let me free, and then I will just fight back.” I idiotically threatened. Damn what a fool I was. I am pinned – secretly wanting to submit, and suck his huge cock. But NO – I have to exert what’s left of my male hormones only to encourage Tom to do the same. Tom forced more of his weight to my already sore muscles – rocking back and forth some more. “Aaaaaaaaaa” I groaned. “You are right. You aren’t going to take my panties off. Here’s what were going to do. I am going to lift up – not enough to free your arms but enough for you to reach my panties. You are going to stretch them down and pull the panties to the side – just enough to let my cock and balls drop free.” He waited till I had understood his command. “Then you are going to BEG me to suck my cock.” As he balanced himself on my chest, and dug his weight on my right arm muscle, he eased off my left arm enough for me to reach the edge of his panties. I tried to do as he instructed, but the pain in my other arm was too much. When I had unsuccessfully gotten his dick free – he leaned the other way. My right arm was slightly free and I instinctively did as he prescribed. His balls fell through the gap between his left leg and the panties, and then his cock poked through the hole. I didn’t hold on long – and the leg band snapped back against his bloated member. “Good Boy!” He exclaimed. Tom went back to leaning on both my arms – my biceps were in agony as he rocked them in one direction then the other. His stiffening cock now lay across my entire face. His ball sack and walnut sized balls were short of my chin, and dangled down to the recess of my neck. But I hadn’t sucked him, or begged him, as he required. I thought about biting him, but knew if I did that – I probably would REGRET it. Dee and Tom would certainly get even. Tom gripped the end of his thick shaft up close to his body and began swatting it my down on my face. While I am sure there is something quite erotic about this sort of foreplay – when you are the one being dick slapped, it isn’t quite the same turn on. I had to close my eyes – afraid he would poke one of them. I felt more shame in losing the brief wresting match this way. “C’mon, SLUT – I know you want my cock. YOU love to suck cock. Let me hear you beg for it!” Tom again teased as he swatted my face over and over with his powerful cock. Sure his knees were doing a hell of a number on my sore arms. He was siting on my chest, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get enough leverage to knock him off. But the unsettling part was how feeble I felt while he struck me with his thick cock. His 9 1/2-inch cock dwarfed my puny 5 inch one by a mile. From my point of view it appeared to be a mile. Tom’s cock looked even bigger than I knew it was – just cause he was using it to subjugate me. It was working. He could belittle me with his cock. I wasn’t a MAN – I was what he wanted me to be right then. What I deserved to be – a mouth for his cock. A weak willed slut who gets off being trapped and forced to suck the stronger MALES cock. It is the ultimate coercion for one mans domination over another. “You win” I mumbled. ”I give up” Of course, that wasn’t enough to suit Tom. “BEG FOR IT! Go on – BEG. BEG to suck this dick.” He punctuated each word with a slap to my face with his thick cock. “Please stop” I whined. “I’ll suck it like a good boy!” I whimpered “I’ll suck it like a SLUT. – You’re very own cock sucking SLUT!” Again he had broken me. I was given a small chance to get even. To use my weight and strength to get him into a submissive situation – and it turned on me. The brief amount of freedom was taken away. Now, all I could do was beg for his cock. Could this be a submissive man’s dream – or turning into a nightmare. He forced it between my lips and quickly down my throat. As I gagged on his hard cock, he just smiled down at me. He would pull it out of my mouth and watch me lift my head up to have it again. Like a baby bird feeding from its mother – I wanted that cock. He was especially turned on – because the mushroom head of this thick cock got purple and got even bigger than I have seen before. (If that was possible) As I engulfed his throbbing meat, I overheard Karen yelling as she was brought to orgasm from Dee’s rubber shaft. I thought to myself how bizarre things have turned out this summer – what with my daughter getting royally fucked by Dee, and me ultimately serving Tom in this bedroom cage. The end of this chapter --- What happens next? How far will Karen take her new domination of her panty wearing, cock sucking & pussy licking father? What if their neighborly secret gets out – Will Chris ever be able to show his face again? Will Chris fight back anymore – or will he do whatever Dee, Tom and Karen tell him? Find out these answers – and more in the conclusion to … It Started as a Golfing Debt. StryWrter7 ------------------ Don’t forget to vote – and maybe drop me a note if you like the story so far. It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 05 This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. ________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It contains scenes of sexual relief for the neighbors and frustration for the storyteller ‘Chris’. There is some domination involved as well as a bit of wrestling. In chapter 5 & 6 his sexy 19-year-old daughter joins the fun. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. Sorry for the delay in the story -- there have been many people who enjoyed it and wanted an ending. And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy. Chapter 9 Unexpected visitor gets a wild welcome. Over the next several days I became increasingly more submissive to Karen and she began to seize more control of my life, home, and body. She convinced me that since I had $875,000.00 in securities and 401K accounts that I didn’t need that much money to survive. I was ‘talked’ into giving her an immediate quarter million dollars. She had me bound and stretched out – while she hit me - alternating between a fraternity paddle and riding crop. I surrendered the money to her. My home – well, Dee had convinced Karen to get me to sign over the deed. I haven’t been broken down enough for that to happen yet. Of course, there is always my body. She has had some enjoyment in butt fucking me with a strap on. She got off making me sit down on an enormous greased butt plug. And she has kept me in female clothes for the week. Karen isn’t acting cruel – she is just doing whatever it takes to get her way. She reminds me how much I ENJOY being submissive --- and how much I LOVE to be her sex slave, and our neighbors Slut. I must admit to myself that her pussy is by far a lot tastier than Dee’s. I haven’t made a fuss over her order to serve in this capacity, but Karen and Dee had gotten me a few push up bras, half dozen panties of different colors, including one that was crotchless which alloyed my balls and dick the freedom to dangle in a crude way. They had painted my fingernails, and toenails. They pierced my ears, and my nipples. In an extremely short period of time I was reduced to a joke. I didn’t really look good as a woman – not even when they put a wig on me. I couldn’t walk in high heels, and my mannerisms were forced at best and pure male at worst. But I overheard Dee tell Karen several times – I should be punished to keep me off guard. I should be dressed in feminine attire or naked to become more malleable and controlled by my now wiser 19-year-old daughter. My erection was nearly non-stop as she used her new power to control my ejaculation. I was bound in the new ‘cage bed’ and frequently teased till I couldn’t stand anymore. But the strangest thing happened the other day. I was inside the house, wearing all sorts of female clothes. I was vacuuming, and cleaning. I had on a white push up bra, and red satin panties. My whole body had been shaved the night before – and Karen had applied some cream that was supposed to help – but it seemed to make me itch even more. I was upstairs when I heard something downstairs emanating from the kitchen or family room. To be more precise, it was SOMEONE in our house. Not Tom, or Dee and certainly not Karen. “Karen?” The caller yelled into the house. “The door was standing open --- anyone home?” Oh my – I forgot that I had been out on the patio, and then come in through the garage. I must have left the door open. I was ridiculously dressed and couldn’t dare show my face. I went to the stairs and heard a slightly familiar voice – Sara; one of Karen’s friends was in our house. “Karen? Chris? Where are you guys?” She called out. “Is anyone upstairs?” She was just at the edge of the steps – I don’t think she saw me scurry off to my unusual bedroom. I heard her walking up the stairs. I couldn’t think of what to do – so I hid in the closet – and slightly closed the two doors to keep me from being spotted, yet still allowed me to see most of the room. Sara had apparently wandered into my old bedroom – the Master Suite that now belonged to the new boss of the family – Karen. I heard her exclaim “WOW!” She must have liked the changes that Karen had made this last week. Lots of furry blankets and pillows across the bed. Safari Designs of Africa – the Sears store look that was quite popular. A few moments later she entered my bedroom. “What the HELL Happened here?” She mumbled out loud. “PINK WALLS? What in the hell is this?” Sara walked over to the caged bed. “What is Karen up to?” Sara looked around the room – not paying much attention to the closet or me hiding. She examined the bolts that screwed into the wood. She saw the cuffs that were tied to those bolts. She found the huge dildo that was in my ass the other night. (Thank god I cleaned it) She found one of the better (and bigger) vibrators that Karen has used to make me squirt. This was an erotic dream come true for a submissive person or a dominant ruler. Anyone in between these two extremes would not have been the least bit comfortable in this room. Sara looked comfortable. In fact she looked around to see that no one was watching, and flicked on the vibrator – and brought it to her left breast followed by her right breast. I could see her nipples poking through her light bra and T-shirt. Perhaps I should describe what was in front of me. Sara is Karen’s age at 19, but she doesn’t look as athletic as Karen. She has a fuller body - very large tits, and a bubble butt – that I always found attractive. As a real fair skinned strawberry blonde, she never took to getting too tan, and this summer wasn’t any different. I remember she use to tease – ‘that if she tans, her freckles just run together’. Her hair had gotten longer since the last time I saw her. Now it was to the middle of her back. And for the first time, I saw a tattoo on the base of her back and another around her ankle. As I watched her become fascinated by the toys lying around the room I realized she had moved the vibrator to her crotch. She was buzzing the damn thing through her shorts. Damn, I had an excellent view. I could see her whole backside and butt as she sort of swayed to some imaginary music while she rubbed the buzzing vibrator against her crotch. The full sized mirrors we had recently put into Karen’s bedroom gave me ample view of her front side too. Sara then saw another toy inside the cage on the bed. She went into the cage and checked it out. She still held the vibrator in her hand but she looked at a double plug that I know Karen had used the other night. Now lying back on the bed Sara must have wondered about the various sets of restraints all around the cage area. Some were attached to the side others to the headboard area while still a few dangled down from the roof of the cage. I watched quietly as she slid her hand into the one of the manacles hanging from the roof. She closed the Velcro band around her wrist and then yanked downward to see how much strength it withstood – testing if it would hold her. Then as if this was a dream Sara unbuckled her shorts and spread them out of the way while she used her free arm to hold the vibrator against her sex. The girl must have been imagining what it must be like to be bound and brought to orgasm. From my vantage-point I couldn’t see her as well as before, so I let the closet door slide open just a fraction of an inch more. The first thing I noticed was the pointy eraser tips of her nipples. Sara was very excited. I realized she was slowly closing her eyes – and thrusting her crotch outward to meet the buzzing toy. Just then – before she could cum, I heard a CLICK. Sara heard it too, for she opened her eyes wide in fear and bolted upright in the bed. She dropped the vibrator and was trying to get her shorts closed but was restricted to only one hand – and there was NO WAY those tight shorts were going to get buttoned and zipped up with only one hand. Out of my line of sight was something that made Sara afraid. I could sense the fear in her. She stammered out “I looked for you – um, the outside door was open. I called and no one answered. Then I saw what you had done to your room – and sort of --- well, got carried away.” My god – Karen must be in the room. But she didn’t say anything back to her friend. Sara getting more embarrassed shouted out “Say something. What is all this? Are you turning into a pervert? What’s the idea of this stuff – if it’s not to be fucked with?” Karen entered my line of sight --- “Looks like we were playing with the toys huh?” She teased her friend. “Go ahead and finish what you started” I watched Karen come into my line of sight. Her hair was up in a bun, her tight halter shirt – didn’t halt very much, and her red shorts didn’t cover more than two inches beyond her crotch. Karen was tapping her sandal covered feet – waiting for her friend to finish playing with herself. “Get me out of here!” Sara complained to Karen. “While you are getting me out – why don’t you begin telling me what you are doing with all this stuff.” Then Karen told Sara “I’ll let you out. And I will tell you all about what is going on this summer. But first, you have to do two things for me.” She paused for an acknowledgement. “What?” Sara curiously asked. “Strip naked, giving me your clothes, and then make yourself cum with the big tan vibrator over there” Karen smirked pointing at the monster 14 inch industrial sized vibrator lying on the bed. “You’re joking – right?” Sara nervously asked. “NO. Its not like I haven’t seen you naked – and its’ not like you haven’t seen me naked. But I have always wanted to watch you have an orgasm – especially after how much you used to talk about it in high school.” Karen explained to her trapped victim. “By the way – you haven’t seen my dad – anywhere – have you?” “Chris?” Sara asked. “Does he know what you have done to your bedroom?” “Sure – he and our neighbor Tom helped build it.” Karen smartly replied. “He didn’t put you in here did he?” “NO” Sara indignantly shot back. “Chris has ALWAYS been a gentleman around me – I can’t imagine him being part of something so obviously naughty as this.” “C’mon, start stripping and I’ll fill you in.” Karen laughed at her own pun. “You always liked to boss me around --- just wait – one day I might have some pretty good influence on this family – and Chris may just lock you in here and throw away the key.” Sara tried to intimidate her friend. “Ahhh, right – You and my Dad – that’ll be the day” Karen smarted off. “Don’t laugh – one day I might be your step-mom!” Sara shot back. “Then I’ll be the one bossing you around!” Sara had gotten her hand free from the cuff and now was standing by the cage opening --- pushing and pulling on the wood realizing it wasn’t going to fall apart. “Oh my gosh, Sara, I forgot all about how much you had a crush on my Dad. That’s right – I remember you spending the night when we were 8 years – no, 9 years old. You told me that you thought I had the very best dad in the world. He was sexy, and made you quiver when he looked your way. Then I remember after my mom’s funeral how you came over here to visit me – always wearing something short and sexy to attract his attention. And your big ol’ boobs – you used to laugh when your big nipples would get hard and poke through your bathing suit or tee-shirt any time he was around.” Karen reminisced. “Just like they are doing right now!” Karen teased her friend, “Do you still dream of getting him in the sack? I’ll bet I am right - your nipples still harden when he walks into the room?” I could see Sara’s shirt – her nipples were indeed hard. They were little nuggets poking through her shirt. “Go ahead and strip – the sooner you are naked the sooner I can get you out of there.” Karen toyed with her friend – knowing that she had the upper hand. Sara looked around – then yanked off her top revealing a lacy black bra that barely concealed her full globes. She had quite a bit of cleavage with those large breasts; it looked sexy against her flat stomach. It was quite a turn on for me standing in the closet watching her obey Karen. Sara reached behind her to unsnap the black bra, letting it fall to the floor in one quick movement. “You always did have nice boobs.” Karen complimented her friend – no doubt licking her lips like was seeing her milk filled tits. “Great big areola with huge nipples – just the way I like women!” Karen laughingly teased Sara. “I don’t feel like taking off my panties right now” Sara pleaded “Why not – afraid to show me how wet you are?” Karen quizzed “Guess since you didn’t quite cum when I entered the room – I am sure that you at least got the juices flowing.” “You promised to tell me what is going on --- you start talking & I’ll finish stripping.” Sara negotiated with Karen. “Okay, since you asked. Our neighbors are quite the erotic types. Tom is hung like a horse, and Dee is a bodybuilder who can offer fabulous sex. Tom helped Chris to build this little cage – plus make a few other changes here. The cage you are in – wasn’t meant for a real woman like yourself – but it is being used by a cross dressed man who wants to be a woman. Dee is into domination. She is helping me get some things that I always wanted. Namely: Sex, money, & power - all the evils in our world.” Karen started explaining. “Now Tom’s dick is so big and thick it not only has me all hot and bothered – but it has my Dad on his hands and knees begging to suck it.” “That is so perverted!” Sara disagreed. “You are just saying that to make fun of me. Chris is NOT gay!” “I never said he was. This isn’t about you at all – unless you want it to be? This cage is for him. This pink room is for him. He’s become a bitch in heat. He dresses as a woman. He sucks cock like a woman. He’s even submissive like most women. I don’t particularly like that trait in my men – so I have taken over the family – his money – this house, and even his puny cock. I say when he can cum.” Sara stared in shock. “You haven’t seen Chris yet – have you?” Karen asked. Sara shook her head no. Karen left the room without saying where she was going. Sara yelled out “Hey – Wait – I – Um – You aren’t going to leave me here are you?” Karen didn’t answer. Sara grabbed the biggest dildo to extend her reach in a futile attempt to get her bra that she had inadvertently kicked out of the cell when she was stripping for Karen. I meanwhile got a really good look at her boobs as they hung nearly down to the ground as Sara bent over. Karen has nice big tits – it has always been her best attribute – but Sara had those tits beat by a landslide. I quietly tried to unfasten the push up bra I had been forced to wear today. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and inhaled slightly as the confining garment had been successfully removed from my chest. I then decided that I must get out of the red panties. This way if I sneak out of the closet and get caught by Karen or her friend Sara - I won’t have the additional embarrassment of being in female panties & bra. I figured no one would notice my toes that were painted the same color as the panties. I got the panties down to my knees and was bending over to pull them the rest of the way down when I heard Karen come back into the room. Sara said, “What kind of costume is that suppose to be?” As I tried to look between the crack of the closet door I lost my balance and banged my head against some empty hangers. Cling! Hearing me, Karen quickly yanked open the closet door. I was naked – and tripping over the panties that were around my ankles. My attire & lack of it astonished Sara too. “What do you think you are doing in there?” Karen scolded me. “Get out of the closet at once!” I meekly obeyed my daughter – not because I had been trained to do it yet. But rather because she had an air of authority in her eyes, and her posture as she stood in black leather skirt, a tight white top that molded to her full breasts and in right-gloved hand – she had a riding crop. Karen berated me with her questions. “What have you been doing hiding in that closet? Were you trying to seduce my friend?” Then looking over her shoulder at Sara who was staring wide eyed at the weird scene in front of her “Was this your idea? Did I catch you before you could fuck him?” Before I could answer – Sara said “I didn’t do anything with him.” Karen continued to reprimand me like an inferior little boy who got caught displeasing an instructor. With each direction from her – I made the appropriate and obedient action to please her. “Remove your hands from your crotch. Get down on the floor - like you are suppose to. No one said you could stand in my presence. No – spread your legs wide -- Knees wide apart – head down.” She barked at me, snapping the crop on my naked flesh for both quicker response as well as authority demanding. So there I was naked – kneeling at my daughter’s feet bowing my head and mumbling “Yes Ma’am” to all of her directions. Sara couldn’t see my painted toes – I was kneeling on them. She also didn’t realize quite how small my dick is because it was fairly bloated watching her strip and Karen command. It wasn’t quite a hard on – but it wasn’t its usual small self either. Although I was on my knees like a trained animal doing whatever Karen ordered me – I didn’t feel quite so feeble in front of Sara. After all, I just found out that Karen’s friend: Sara had a crush on me. I didn’t want to look totally like a cross-dressed fool in front of her. At least not yet! Karen wasn’t going to let me keep any dignity. “What is your new name?” “Slut – Bitch – or little boy – depending on who is addressing me.” I meekly answered. “What is your new roll in this house?” Karen asked. “To obey you. Obey Tom. Submit to Dee whenever she demands it.” I humbly replied. Just then Dee and Tom entered the bedroom. I blurted out – “You called them again?” “Yes – I called them. I didn’t know where the fuck you were. I wondered if they came and got you. I sure didn’t give you permission to leave.” Then with a very evil smile spreading across her angelic face Karen said, “Besides, another toy has entered our new cage. We must all enjoy her.” ******* Dee and Tom were introduced to Sara who by this time was only wearing her panties. Sara meanwhile wondered where all this would lead – would she get fucked? Would she enjoy herself? Would she get her clothes back and be released from the cage? Tom was instructed to cuff my wrists to the bar that was hanging from the roof of the cage. Karen unlocked the cage while Sara made no attempt to exit and Tom roughly persuaded me onto the bed in a kneeling position. From there, my wrists were gathered behind my back as the Velcro cuffs were wrapped around them. Each cuff was attached to opposite ends of a broomstick handle. It is amazing what you can do with a few simple household items. Rope had been connected to the center of the broom handle by a hole that we drilled, while the other end went through a pulley that was bolted to the roof of the cage. Then the entire wooden handle was lifted up toward the ceiling causing me to bend over and my outstretched arms to be lifted up. I found myself with my face directly at Tom’s crotch as he was standing on the bed adjusting the height of the broomstick. Tom took a perverse delight in pointing out were my mouth was. It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 05 “Come on Slut – You want my big dick don’t ya?” Tom asked as he unzipped his pants and hauled out his 7 inch flaccid cock. Then slapping me across the my face with his dick he taunted me, “This is what you want – this is what you need – go on – tell everyone including this pretty young thing how much you want to suck this cock for me.” Blushing at the next person to see my fate – I whimpered as instructed “Please Master Tom – let me suck your cock. Please don’t tease me with it!” Sara leaned over to see the new sexual action in this cage. What she witnessed was Tom’s hefty cock bitch slapping me – as I tried to open my mouth to accept and suck it. “Tell Sara here how big your little dick is?” Tom continued to torment me. “About five inches when it is hard” I admitted. “But it is not hard right now – is it little slut!” Tom demeaned me further. “No – Master it is not hard.” “And MY cock – how would you describe it?” The descriptive adjectives flowed out of my brain and to my tongue – all of them making him more proud of his tool and me all the more shameful that I didn’t have the same equipment. “It is powerful, thick, nearly 10 inches of MAN MEAT. Its impressive – SEXY – and much better than mine.” Tom jammed a few inches into my mouth and I began to choke on it. Dee stopped him – telling him to join her and Karen. When he exited the cage – Dee closed the padlock again – this time locking me in with Sara. When Karen went to complain – Dee remarked “Let us have some fun – let her have a go at our slut – then we’ll invite her out to join us and she can see which side she likes better – INSIDE the cage with a wimp or OUTSIDE with us” Then directing her attention to Sara – “You can do anything you want to our little cock sucking slut – EXCEPT releasing him from his current bondage. If I were you – I would stuff one of those huge melons into his mouth and stop those pitiful whines he likes to make” Karen and Dee started stripping and dropped to their knees right in the middle of the floor. Karen’s tits looked so much bigger than Dee’s but the muscularity of Dee’s upper body gave her an Amazon appearance. I glanced up at Sara’ white globes and they dwarfed Dee and Karen’s put together. My mind wondered if Tom’s huge meat and Sara’s enormous breasts would look extremely good together. I wondered how it would look if he tit fucked her. I was interrupted from my thoughts by Sara lifting my chin up with her painted finger tips. I stared at this plump creature who now shared my cage. “Are you really a wimp?” Sara asked in dismay. “I guess so” I muttered under my breath. “I have no choice in the matter.” Sara reaches forward and feels me up. Cupping my balls and stroking my cock – I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t all that impressed. “Disappointed?” I asked “Only that my view of you has been tarnished. But not because of your dick, I have seen and been with guys who were smaller” Sara politely explained. Then she glanced over to Tom who was being attended to by both Karen and Dee. The base of his cock was being held by Dee and Karen was sucking on the mushroom shaped bulbous head. Even from across the room she could clearly see that THEY had hold of the bigger – more potent dick. It was like she was measuring me – while she watched them. I felt inferior. “Could it be that you are getting softer – and um SMALLER while I am playing with you?” Sara wondered out loud. She swiftly shoved her huge tit into my mouth. “Maybe sucking on these will help” I could barely get my mouth around her areola – it must have been 3 inches across. But I did want to suck on her milky white tits, and I went to town. Slurp – Suck – Kiss – Lick. I couldn’t stretch far enough to obtain her other boob so she moved it toward me instead. She was right – my dick got hard. But did her ripe melons make it hard – or was it because of what I saw out of the corner of my eye? Tom meanwhile was getting his dick pumped. Karen was alternating between a hand job and a blow job. Dee was busy fingering Karen’s wet pussy. Karen’s fist encircled Tom’s massive meat, but didn’t do anything to block it from everyone’s view. Karen apparently closed her eyes when Tom’s shaft erupted in a torrent of cum. It squirted on her face, shoulder, and some even landed on her breast. She held on tight and kept milking the juice from his cock. I was watching her open wide to get the last few drops to end on her tongue – but it made a string of cum that connected her tongue and his dick. ****** My attention was diverted by Dee’s taunting, “Go ahead and try to use him for sex. It won’t work you know. The way he’s bent over – makes it virtually impossible for you to use him that way – however, if you grab a dildo and strap it on – I am sure you can make him cum by fucking his ass.” Dee told Sara. Dee was right. The way I was locked up – made it very difficult to have sex. But that didn’t stop Sara. “I have wanted you for a long time – nearly as long as I have known Karen. You don’t think this is going to stop me.” Sara proclaimed. Then she dove under my body – so she could suck off my now erect dick. I was getting a blow job – while Sara lays face up on the bed – her face between my legs and under my body. Her huge tits flopped to both sides of her chest. Unlike Dee who’s tits stood straight up when she lay down, or Karen’s full sized ones – these filled tits didn’t have the muscles to support them. My eyes wandered down to Sara legs – or between them – and I could see her pouting lips as they filled with blood. She was turned on. At least SOMEONE was turned on using me. I started to thrust my hips in a vain attempt to get more of my dick into Sara’s mouth. Apparently she noticed what I was doing – and momentarily slid out from under me to warn me “Don’t try to fuck my face – CHRISTINA – I am sucking your little clit – and I will decide when you can come.” Dee and Karen heard Sara – and began laughing and making fun of me. “Christina – that is a good female name for you.” They mocked my manhood, and my virility. They ridiculed me while Sara went back to sucking me off. Their amusement was humiliating but I came – and I came. I shot more of a load than I have in a long time. I guess my dick and my brain is just a sucker for this kind of treatment. I like to be used. Sara slipped out from under my bound body and lifted my face to kiss hers. Forcing my mouth open she allowed my entire load to drain from her lips into my mouth. I was about to swallow when she quickly commanded “Don’t swallow – hold it for a minute.” I held my own sperm in my mouth and waited for her next command. Just as Dee had suggested, Sara strapped on a dildo – the 8 inch tan one. Karen liked using that one because it had nubs on the other end that stimulated her clit. Sara positioned the fake dick under my mouth, commanding “Now – I want you to get it wet with your cum. In a moment I am going to FUCK YOU just like a bitch in heat. Since your ass doesn’t lubricate by itself – we’re going to help it along.” Moments later – Sara was holding my waist and pounding that cock into my ass. As I wailed like a cat, she just invaded my ass with more gusto. Dee, Karen and Tom had stopped what they were doing and now were intently watching Sara fuck me. Karen was still gripping Tom’s huge tool and sliding her fingers along his balls in an attempt to keep him hard. My mind focused on Dee’s smirk. She really LOVED seeing a guy get fucked this way. I think she hasn’t gotten to see it that often – since most of the time she was the one behind Tom’s or my ass. Watching her smirk was only part of it. Every bit of her body language yelled out Dee is dominating! Her tan skin – wet with some recent sweat glistened from the light behind her. Her fabulous shoulders and arms were bulging and those 14 or 15 inch biceps framing her firm breasts made her look even more powerful. The veins in her arms were clearly visible even from over here. Her thighs could put many football players to shame, yet everything about her still said that she was a woman. Her face wasn’t the least bit masculine. And neither was her pussy lips that seemed to just drip with excitement while watching Sara fuck my ass. The friction of the dildo – made me squirt off my dick even though it wasn’t the least bit hard anymore. But Sara wasn’t done. For 15 minutes she fucked my ass, firmly planting that dildo – like she was trying to cut me in two. Finally she had her orgasm and slumped onto my back. I winced in pain as she both put her weight on my back thus pulling my arms from the cuffs that held them high behind me, and by the removal of the dildo from my sore ass. Sara went to the entrance of the cage and demanded to be set free. Karen obliged her, and then asked “Why – if you were going to treat him the way he wants to be treated – as a fuck toy – a bitch – what made you suck him off?” Sara gleamed as she answered. “For years I told myself if I ever got the chance to give him a blow job – I would. He always turned me on. But now,” she paused – looking back my way “well now that I know what he’s got and what turns him on – I don’t have any problem fucking him like his name really is Christine.” The four of them left the room to go fuck each other in Karen’s Master bedroom. They left me to hang here, and listen from afar. The only thing that kept echoing in my brain realizing how depraved I had become was the simple thought that – it started as a golfing debt. The End StryWrter7 ------------------ Don’t forget to vote – and maybe drop me a note if you like the story. It Started As A Golfing Debt She had a point – I did want to try sucking a cock. I thought they were going to force me. But when they didn’t force me – I had to make up my own mind whether to do it. I did feel sorry for him getting hit like that on the account of me – and did feel like I owed him something to ease his pain. Most of all – I felt VERY submissive. My own cock was throbbing at the scene played out just now. I didn’t want to be spanked as hard as she had done to him – but I guess if HE was on his knees I would want HIM to suck me if I was in his place. “Tom – tell your maid to kiss your cock.” Dee instructed him. I glanced up at my new friends tear filled eyes. “Chris – do as she says and kiss it. I won’t tell anyone.” He told me. I looked at the huge cock I was being asked to pay homage to – Dee’s hand was wrapped around the shaft close to his body – allowing much of the 5 or 6 inches to extend beyond her fingers. Damn it was twice the size of my own cock, and nearly 1 ½ times thicker. Intimidating was the key word in my current situation. “Tom took a beating because of you – is that not correct?” Dee asked me. “Yes ma’am” I answered. “Tom took an additional set of spankings because you didn’t shut up – right?” Dee reminded me. “Yes Ma’am – but that wasn’t my fault – I didn’t know all your rules!” I blurted out. “He took a spanking that you deserved – did he not?” She again reminded me. “Yes – but – “ I stammered “Tom, if you were the one on your knees before our maid here – who just received a spanking because of something you did – would you not feel obliged to thank her by giving her some head?” Dee quizzed her husband. “If I was the one who caused the spanking, and even nearly doubled the quantity – Yes, I would feel compelled to do what I could to please him.” Tom answered. I was being shamed into submitting to their desires. I lowered my eyes, and leaned forward to kiss the head of his dick. I had been reduced to their toy – and they played me to the max. While I was gently mouthing his huge prick, Dee slid her hand past the taffeta skirt and across the slick panties that restrained my growing hard on. She massaged my member and I felt myself push my groin further toward her palm. She was measuring my cock with her fingers as they strayed to both sides of my dick. She would gently pinch my cockhead and then frustrated me by abruptly removing her fingers. I glanced down at my crotch to see the panties framing my male member. “Suck him – take his whole prick into your mouth and I will go back to stroking you off.” Dee told me. I looked up at Tom who nodded his head affirmatively then glanced back to his thick member. It danced as Dee’s hand gripped his bloated shaft and positioned it toward my waiting mouth. Opening my mouth wide while relaxing my throat; I tilted my head back for her to shove his shaft past my tonsils. Once his cock was filing my mouth, I felt Dee’s fingers teasing my dick again. Her fingernails applied just the right amount of pressure to my panty-trapped dick, to make a small spot of pre-cum appear on the costume. Dee started belittling me with her comments about penis size and pleasure. “Is this all the bigger its going to get? What have you got – 4 maybe 5 inches? Bet you really know how to please a woman with this little toy.” She crushed what slim thoughts I had that I would end up fucking her. “You will make the perfect little maid – a cleaning woman for me – and a cock sucker for Tom.” Dee acquainted me to my impending fate. “That is a good slut – suck him deep into your throat. You want to please both your Mistress and my Slave don’t you? I tilted my head back a little more while Tom thrust his 9 ½ inch meat down my throat. Dee excitedly proclaimed to her husband “We have a natural born cock sucker here – our new Bitch is deep throating my man and she’s not even choking on it.” I was excited by her use of words – ‘our new bitch’ and the ‘perfect maid’ that I somehow didn’t mind being used this way. I preferred it. It was raw sex, something that I had not experienced with my late wife, or in the years since her departure. Dee slid her hand between the back of my ball sack and my asshole. Her fingers found my erotic spot. A place when touched or pressured made me squirt off. “You wish to cum don’t you – my bitch?” I opened my eyes to see not only a face full of Tom’s crotch, but her kneeling athletic body next to him and me. I could see the muscles of her outstretched arm and thought of how powerful she appeared. I blinked my eyes as if to beg ‘yes – I want to cum.’ “I want you both to cum at the same time. You hear me Slave?” She glanced upwards at Tom. Tom answered “Yes Mistress.” “You are going to squirt this pathetic little worm in the panties – aren’t you – my slut?” She questioned me. I thrust my groin toward her. Imploring her to finish the job. “That’s a good Bitch, show me how much you like sucking this cock. Prove to us both that we guessed right – and that you need to be on your knees with a man sized cock down your throat. Suck him harder. Please him -- since he took the punishment that was duly yours.” She told me. I was close to losing my load. I was sucking air quickly through my nose since the passageway from my mouth was full of his cock. Tears were starting to stream down my face – I am not sure if it was from their abuse, a slight gagging from his monstrous shaft, or the realization that she was right – I liked where I was this moment. I was in a maids outfit – kneeling down before my neighbors and submissively accepting his manhood down my throat. “Cum for me – Bitch. You too Slave, show this slut who is boss. Make her drink your cum.” Dee commanded us both. Dee pressed her finger to the underside of my ball sac, and I released a torrent of cum into the panties. I felt his cock stiffen as it racked the upper side of my throat. He grabbed my head and held me tight against his groin. He came. The thick load washed down my throat before I could even try to pull away. He pulled his shaft out and aimed it at my face and let go of another squirt that landed in my eye, nose and cheek. Dee had moved her hand to milk the cum from my cock and tease the sensitive glands on the tip of my now soaking wet penis. Her hand was slick with my cum as it spread through the drenched panties. Holding her palm to my lips, she ordered me to lick it clean. Then she pulled up Tom’s panties and told us both to get back to work. She still has 3 hours left for today for my services. I made some remark about washing up the mess that was in my panties but Dee refused. “You will have plenty of time to hand wash those panties and your new Maid uniform before you return tomorrow morning. But for now, I want your little boy slime to stay right where it is.” Then directing her finger to Tom, “IF THE LITTLE BITCH LEAKS ON THE FLOOR, I COMMAND YOU TO MAKE HER LICK IT UP!” Just as she suspected – the cum from my panties leaked on the floor, and Tom obliged her by pushing my face toward the wet spot. I stuck out my tongue and licked the floor clean. Could I have sunk any lower? I wasn’t used for anything sexual the rest of the time, but that didn’t stop me from imagining what sex would be like with this wild and aggressive female. I managed to ask Tom what he thought of today’s happenings and he explained. “When I am in these panties – I am hers to command. I would willingly kneel before you and suck on your cock if that is what Mistress wants. I accept a spanking or her verbal abuse cause I know that I am going to get laid soon enough. But without this article of submission to her rule – I would gladly fight for her. I would prove to her that I am the dominant male figure here. I would wrestle you to the ground, pin you, and show you that I am boss. I would break your will to fight back. I would take whatever you have that interests me. I would have you proclaim to us both that you are not worthy of her admiration, or her respect. As her willing slave, I understand her need to have as many men as she desires, but when these panties are removed and I am allowed to be a man – I am very possessive of her charms.” “How can you assert the difference?” I tested him He replied that he acts certain way in specific fashion. If you were a cop – once you are in uniform, you would act like a cop. If you were a doctor – when you were going to operate on a patient, you would dress and conform to a particular set of standards. When he is in the panties – he is her slave, and nothing else matters. Then he told me – “It would be wise to understand that when you are in our presence as a maid, slut, or bitch in heat – I suggest you play your part well – and maybe you won’t suffer the same fate as me.” Saying this he rubbed his panty covered – but obviously still sore ass. I nodded at the understatement. Tom and Dee stood next to the doorway as they allowed me to depart but refused to let me have my clothes back saying, “You have more hours to serve as Dee’s maid. When the time is up – then you can have your clothes back. But tomorrow morning we will leave this door unlocked and you are to have this maid uniform clean and back on your body for the rest of the 5 hours.” I was glad it was dusk and maybe no one would see me scamper from their house to mine. I went to bed that night – not sickened by what I had done. I lay in bed stroking my hard-on undeniably aroused by the new relationship I was embarking. I couldn’t believe this evening wasn’t a dream – it happened for real. But then my thoughts drifted to Dee’s fabulous body. Her tight abdominal muscles, and those powerful looking legs – I imagined them wrapped around my body in ecstasy as I fucked her. I thought if her own husband is pussy whipped enough to be submissive and wear panties for her – if that is what it takes to be fucked by her – then why not me? If she gets her jollies from seeing her men tamed – then I could be that way and maybe even more than Tom. ********************** Chapter 3 The Next Morning The next day after going to church, I changed into the now cleaned up maid outfit and slipped a raincoat over my self and scurried to their house. True to their word, the door was unlocked and I let myself in. Ditching the raincoat just to the left side of the deck – I wanted to think ahead if they were going to make me return home again in this scandalous outfit I needed something to throw over it without their knowledge. Walking from room to room I didn’t see either of them. Finally I made my way toward their bedroom and peered inside the open door. Tom was humping Dee for all it was worth. She was on her back – legs straight in the air on either side of his chest. Her hair a mess and her face filled with the joy she must be receiving from getting pounded by that slab of meat between Toms legs. His hard on was huge. I could hear the slurping sound her pussy was making from all the juices flowing between her legs, and allowing his thrusts to puncture her pussy with ease. Tom caught me and looking over his shoulder said, “What took you so long to get here boy?” “I had to finish cleaning this costume” I stammered in reply. “I’ll go in the other room until y’all are finished” “Not so fast Bitch” Dee snorts at me. “Get over here!” Tom stopped thrusting his huge cock into her pussy and told me “We will have something for you to clean – in a little while. Why don’t you be a maid and get on your knees right here beside the bed.” He pointed to a spot only two feet to the left of their fucking bodies. I looked at them both – hot sweaty bodies – they must have been at it for some time. Then I sank to my knees. Tom went back to fucking her – taking his massive prick almost all the way out and then shoving it all the way back in. I watched as the folds of her pussy surrounded the thick shaft and trapped it in a blanket of pleasure. I was getting a very close view of a man and woman fucking. This was not like any video I had rented in the past – this was awesome. I watched as Dee’s tits bounced a bit as he pounded at her pussy. I saw her face – and her eyes as they looked upon me as if to say – ‘he’s the best’ I watched as Tom clinched his ass cheeks most every time he was all the way inside her pussy. It was as if he was trying to give her even more of his meat. His shaved testicles bounced against her ass as he fucked her pussy with everything he had. Then Tom grunts turned to a question to her “Inside or Outside?” She looked over to me – and said “Since this is our maids first time to clean up – I think we should make it inside.” “Here it comes!” Tom grunted as he was obviously dumping his full load into her steamy snatch. Then they hugged as he sort of collapsed on top of her. Moments later he pulled his now wilting flesh from her pussy. It was coated in slime – both from her juice and his cum deep inside her canal. I stayed on my knees beside the bed – amazed at what I had just witnessed. His cock was still very thick – and much larger than my own – and now was being thrust into my face. “Well Maid – what are you waiting for? I have a slick cock for you to clean --- get started!” Tom ordered me. I must have been out of my mind – I actually asked Tom what he wanted me to do – get a wash cloth and wipe it clean. “No, Bitch, I expect you to lick it clean.” He told me in an aggressive tone. I apprehensively leaned in toward his dangling meat. I gave him a look of trepidation – and he responded by swinging his meat back and forth in my face. He occasionally slapped his thick rod against my lips smearing my cheeks with the wet slimy mixture of both his and Dee’s cum. I stuck out my tongue and began to comply with his order. I licked his shaft clean. I sucked on his dick as both he and Dee smiled down at me. I felt small. I felt helpless, yet free to obey them both. Dee made matters worse by pointing out “Ahh, there you go – without your panties on – you make a good Master to your new maid.” I cringed. She continued to state the obvious “You have a much bigger piece of man meat – your boy there is weak, and obedient. I just love to watch the emasculated man submit to a more assertive one. Don’t worry dear – when you’re done sucking up my cunt juice off his dick – I have a nice wet pussy that you need to clean inside and out.” I sucked his dick into my mouth and lapped at his sweat-coated balls until they were as clean as I could possibly do with my mouth. Then I climbed between Dee’s thighs and started slurping on her slimy pussy. Her cunt was wide open – and I forced my tongue in – digging deep for the globs of semen deposited only moments ago by her husband. I continued to lick and suck – swallowing batch of cum every so often. I would nibble on her clit, and lap at her blood filled cunt lips. She squeezed her powerful thighs against both sides of my head – trapping me between her legs. I licked and sucked even harder. I was drawing her toward an orgasm. I knew the way my late wife would squirm as I gave her pleasure with my tongue. I was proud that I was getting to Dee. I felt her hands running though my hair…imploring me to go deeper, or to move more toward her extended clit. I was swallowing more of Tom’s cum when I felt her powerful thigh muscles contract even more against my temples. I felt like my head was going to explode. But I never once stopped licking. Dee was having one hell of an orgasm. I tried not to let her stop me from finishing my job, but alas, she is one very strong woman. She shoved me away from her cunt --- and trying to get her breath back --- just stared at my drenched face. “Ohhhh MY GOD!” Dee slowly took a deep breath. “Do you know what you just did?” “You liked it?” I mocked he.r “Hell – I loved it.” Dee surprised even Tom. Tom grabbed me by my maid outfit and scurried me off the bed. “Get on your KNEES Bitch!” Tom ordered me. When I didn’t obey he raised his hand in an attempt to hit me and I blocked it with my right arm. I am taller and a bit heavier than Tom – but he was more athletic. He looked visibly upset with my resistance. I am not sure who looked more ridiculous in this struggle - I was in a female maid outfit and he was completely naked. I looked over at Dee who was still laying in the bed – watching us tangle while slowly massaging her pussy lips. I was distracted when Tom grabbed my wrist and bent it back – twisting my arm behind my back. I was forcibly driven to my knees. Tom didn’t release his grip. It hurt like hell. His other hand was squeezing my right bicep – weakening it beyond belief. All I could do was squirm on the ground while he rode my back pinning my wrist and arm in an unusual way behind me. “I told you to clean her, not bring her to orgasm!” Tom was provoked. I struggled to free myself. I couldn’t do it alone. He had me trapped. Tom continued abusing my arm. I looked to Dee. “Please Mistress --- I only” Tom pinned my hand higher against my back. “Uh” I grunted. “I tried to please you – make him stop!” I pleaded to her. “Stop it Tom!” Dee commanded him. Tom let go of my arm. It just hung loosely as I tried to rub my abused muscle. “That was the best ANYONE has ever licked me!” Dee exclaimed. Dee questioned me “Did you like sucking my pussy as much as I did?” “Yes Mistress – I have a talent for that. I love to use my tongue.” I truthfully explained. “Well, we have an unexpected dilemma. Our new maid has a passion for pussy, and my poor hubby is jealous.” Dee smirked. “Perhaps we need to get the pecking order fixed.” “What exactly do you have in mind Dee?” Tom inquired. “A wrestling match.” Dee explained. “You two will wrestle each other until one submits. Best of 3 wins ME!” Then she flexed her arms and showed some very powerful biceps “The loser has to take on this little girl – me!” My immediate thought was - win or lose I get to grope her body. Win and I get to have Dee, lose I get to wrestle with her. What an awesome idea! We trotted to the basement where Dee’s workout items were. We moved all sorts of equipment out of the way to make room for a wide open space in the center of the basement. They had a workout mat that covered most of the floor with weights stacked in rows next to the wall. They had two workout benches, one made of metal and plastic, and the other made of two by fours with a heavy dose of padding stapled to the top. “Strip off the maid uniform – I don’t want it to get torn.” Dee told me. I stepped out of the frilly garment and the ditched the pink lace panties. I turned around to face them to begin the wrestling contest when Dee and Tom started to make fun of me. “You know – for being such a big guy - you would think he would have a little more where it counts.” Dee joked with Tom at my expense. Tom gripped his cock – and waved it from side to side. “Since you have sucked on it before – I guess you already know how big a man I am.” He taunted me. I tried to hide myself from her view, as their comments robbed my confidence. I felt small and insignificant again in their presence. “Hmmm, Speaking of big --- how much do you weigh and how tall are you Chris?” Dee asked me. “Six foot two inches and 195 pounds.” I replied. ******** “Weighing in at 195 pounds I give you the challenger Christine” Dee announced as if there were an audience. I frowned at her change of my name – and she corrected it. “Make that Chris – since he is no longer wearing female panties and maid uniform.” Dee got her digs in anyway. “And in this corner, defending his home turf, his wife’s honor, and his own dignity I give you the six foot 180 pound prime male specimen ------- Tom.” Then she went to the center of the mat and motioned us both over to her. “OK – there are no rules except you can only use your body parts against each other. No fair using the stuff in this room. Like I said, win 2 out of 3 and get me – but loser gets me too – I get to wrestle him into grand submission.” Dee confidently remarked while posing to show off a splendid biceps that just looked like tan tennis balls popping up from her arms. It Started As A Golfing Debt Tom and I tried to feel each other out – (no pun intended) and get in the first hold. I blocked his arm when he went for my neck, and he kicked my leg when I tried to trip him to the mat. My right arm was still sore from earlier in the bedroom, and I didn’t have the strength to keep him at bay for long. What made the match even worse for me was his dangling meat and full shaved balls kept grabbing my attention. I have never wrestled a guy in the nude. Even in gym class every guy learns not to ‘really look’ at the dangling meat on the guy next to you. Even if I told myself not to look – I couldn’t help myself. Tom felt confident, or even proud of his naked physique. I was skeptical that I could resist him, and harmless as I prepared for battle I could not win. I had a huge smile on my face. I was prancing around the room trying to toy with him. I knew I had the size and the weight advantage, and just assumed that this was all for sexy fun. Boy was I wrong. Tom was out to win – no, more than that – he was out to humiliate me in front of Dee. His plan (I later realized) was to wear me out, and if at all possible establish the pecking order. He would be under Dee, and I would be under him. He really wanted a slave of his own – and what better way of subjugation – than by hand to hand naked combat. I used my left arm to keep him away, but tom caught it. I tried to yank it back – but he hung on. Tom had my left arm and wrist in his grip and he twisted it harder and harder till I was nearly in tears. Because my right arm had been savagely abused upstairs just 10 minutes ago, I couldn’t really get to him to stop him from hurting this one. My knees buckled under me while I was in pain, and he put his leg on the side of my chest, and was pulling my arm nearly out of the socket. I told him that I give up and he had won this round, but Dee informed me that I was not yet pinned, but that if I was to submissively kiss his cock and balls – he might be willing to show that as an act of defeat. The problem with his hold on me – I couldn’t even get TO HIS COCK or balls to kiss them. They were totally out of reach. He only worked my arm even harder. “Please let me go – I give. You win!. I’ll kiss your dick – even suck it again… just stop it PLEASE!” I begged Tom without any luck. Finally he let go my arm and I was able to collapse face down to the ground. He stood with a foot at either side of my head and told me to get up on my knees and suck his dick. I was in such pain I couldn’t raise myself up. Tom said “You have 5 seconds to get here and kiss my balls and swear that I am better than you – or else the grace period is up and I am going to finish kicking your butt.” I was halfway to my knees when he plopped down on my back. I crashed to the mat with his weight on top of me. His legs were laying directly on my arms while he faced my exposed butt. He began to spank me. Not like a child, but with some real force behind his blows. More like you do to your worst enemy on his birthday (if you had him this way). WHAP SMACK WHAP SMACK Tom continued to spank my ass. I asked Dee if I wasn’t pinned to the mat and she responded that my back and shoulders were not touching the mat. I could do nothing to stop Tom from smacking my ass over and over. I couldn’t get my arms free of his legs, and even if I could free them – I had no strength left to lift myself plus his weight off the ground. As tears dripped off my face onto the mat, I had to let him smack my butt till it turned deep red, until he got bored with this activity. Dee stooped down in front of me and smirked at my predicament “You know what Tom, I think he’s really pinned to the mat. Perhaps you should stop.” He hopped off my back and rolled me over. Dee immediately noticed my straining erection. I had gotten hard while he trounced me. “Oh my, our little maid – loves getting spanked. His thick little pud is sticking straight into the air.” Dee challenged my dissatisfaction with being humiliated. “He cried while you spanked him – but deep inside, he gets off on it – enjoyed it.” They both let me get to my feet – then Dee said “Begin again” and we went back to sparing off. My arms were practically useless, so I just tried to tackle him and roll around until I could get a choke hold or my legs to squeeze him into submission. Tom was surprised that I was fighting back. He flipped me over and moments later we were in a perverted version of sixty-nine. He used his knee to pound into my arm muscles – debilitating me even further. Dee was very close to us both – watching to see if I was pinned. From my view, I could see her fantastic boobs tightly framed in a sports bra, her taunt muscles aching to join in the fight. She leered over seeing one male keep the other under his thumb. While I was distracted by her presence, Tom flipped himself around and ended up sitting on my chest, pinning my wrists to the mat. If Dee had slapped the mat 3 times, I would have been out. But she seemed to relish his sheer mastery of me. Yes, I am sure there is something terribly erotic about her hubby sitting on my chest. His thick cock straight up to my neck. Sweat dripping from his chin, and his hands encircling my wrists pinning them helplessly to the mat. “You lose!” Tom proclaimed while squirming to settle his balls and cock a little closer to my lips. “You know what to do” I knew what was expected of me. I leaned a bit closer to his mushroom shaped cockhead and laid a wet kiss on the end of it. “That’s it Pussy --- lick it good.” Tom sneered at me. I felt so ashamed. I had been playing around. Now I am completely someone’s bitch. “You know who the bigger man is don’t you?” Tom prompted “And who has the bigger set of balls attached to the bigger dick?” “Yes – you are the bigger man – in strength, stamina, and most obviously in the male meat dept.” I meekly replied. “Who is the weak submissive little wimp that I allow to serve me?” Tom prodded. “ME - You’re slave – a pussy licking, cock sucking maid” I figured I was reduced to it anyway why fight it – just admit it and maybe they would go a little easier on my ass. “And how will you show your gratitude?” Tom asked “By begging to suck your dick?” I guessed. “CORRECT” Tom proudly acknowledged – then scooted up a little more so he could slap my mouth and cheeks with his thick tool. I opened my mouth to accept my destiny when Dee interrupted us both. “Wait a minute boys – you can suck each others dicks till you choke on them later. Right now I’ve got a score to settle with the loser and fuck to be had by my valiant hubby.” Dee pulled him off of me and then ordered me to my feet. *************** Chapter 4 Dee Fucks Me Over. Dee looked the epitome of a hard body wrestler. Instead of being naked like Tom or I was, she had a red sports bra, and white stretch pants. The odd part of her attire was some sort of leather straps that encircled her waist and came down the front of her crotch and then around her legs to connect back up with the other side. Her brown hair which moments before was still around the middle of her back was now tied up in a tight ponytail that doubled over on itself. Her tan skin was direct opposite of the white bottoms she wore – and the red top made her skin look even darker than it appeared while Tom was fucking her in bed an hour earlier. She was prancing around me – motioning me to come at her. I could see the bulging calf muscles leading down to her bare feet. She had a toe ring on each foot. I scanned her body --- it seems that was the only jewelry she wore. At 5’ 6” she was half foot shorter than me, and at 145 pounds packed with muscle – pound for pound – inch for inch she was stronger than I ever hoped to be. We struggled and I got to feel her breasts as they brushed past my arm in one hold or another. I would try to grip her wrists but she would always break free and land a punch into my chest, stomach, or once to my neck. If we rolled onto the mat, it didn’t matter what I did – she found a way to escape and get her punch or kick into my abused body. Each move I made seemed to only backfire with her struggles. Once while I was behind her I thought I would tie up her arms with one hand, and come under her crotch between her legs to grab a hold of one of the leather straps. She not only broke free, but she smashed her elbow back into my chin making me bite my tongue with the hit. She was a tiger, and I was the prey. We backed away and started circling each other. As Dee came close to me I grabbed her in a bear hug. I figured she couldn’t escape, but she was an aggressive little fighter. She stomped on my foot and then broke free of my grasp. I am sure the damage done to my arms by Tom earlier was a major factor in her escaping. She reached up between my legs and found my balls dangling precariously and in one quick motion grabbed them and yanked down. I was on my knees at her feet in 2 seconds flat. Dee hopped on my back and started riding me like a horse. She even slapped my butt a few times and kicked her feet into my sides to make me move. I took a few steps and then tried to buck her off. At least this part was fun. But she wasn’t budging. So I dropped to the mat while flipping to my side – I wanted to have her fall backward – but that didn’t work out the way I planned. She had the perfect opportunity to lock her legs around my waist. As I tried to get free, Dee tightened her grip. I was being squished between her powerful thighs. Then she did the most erotic wrestling move ever. She started to jack off my hard dick while she squeezed my stomach – effecting my every breath. “Wanna cum little man?” She teased. “Y – Yes” I stuttered as I tried to breath. She squeezed a bit harder… “Want me to fuck you?” “Yes, I – would --- like that.” I spurted out with a growing smile to my tired face. “Tom, bring me the big one” she pointed to the corner. Tom came back with a rubber fake dick. Not just any dick but one of extraordinary proportions at least 12 inches long and as thick at the base as the handle of a baseball bat. Dee scooted away from me enough to screw the dildo onto the straps that surrounded her crotch without actually releasing me from her leg lock. “You’re going to be my bitch now” Dee maliciously threatened as she greased up the big black veined dildo with KY jelly. I clawed at the mat and tried to pull away from her. She pounded her fist into my back a few times to slow my escape. Then she let go of the leg lock and proceeded to direct herself toward my unprotected ass. This strong awesomely beautiful woman had penis envy in a big way. She was determined to fuck me with her dildo. Knowing that those straps had been put there while Tom & I were wrestling, he must have known ‘the losers’ fate, and thus had wrestled more diligently than I had. I crawled away from her as best I could but she caught up with me by grabbing my neck from behind. Her immense dildo was between my legs rubbing against my ball sack but not in position to do its damage. I could feel the cold slick KY jelly that coated her dick. “You said you wanted me to fuck you.” She mocked my statement minutes before. I shook my head telling her ‘absolutely not’ so she squeezed her forearm around my neck – cutting off the oxygen to my brain. She was biting at my neck – and telling me how much she loved fucking others with her big dick. She told me that it’s bigger than Tom’s and bigger than most things that come out of my ass, but she’ll open my ass up enough to where I will love it. I was about to raped, and I tried to fight her. I couldn’t get my arms around my body to do any damage to her from behind, and when I applied some pressure to her arm she just tightened it more around my throat, making me choke for air. I looked up and there was Tom slowly rubbing his thick dick in the palm of his hand watching his wife slowly take his neighbor as her new ‘bitch’. I wasn’t listening to everything Dee was telling me in my ear while she was biting at the back of my neck and keeping her forearm closing off my windpipe. I heard her say how she loves to fuck a guy from behind, it stimulates her clit like no body’s business. I vaugely remember her saying how she likes to fuck women with this dick, and that after she shows them lesbian love with a dick that never gets soft – they never want another man again. I heard all of this as the air stopped going to my brain, and I blacked out. ******** I awoke with a throbbing in my head – but that didn’t match the throbbing in my ass. Dee was behind me, plowing that dildo into my ass all the way. My butt was sticking up in the air and my face was down in the mat. I could feel her hands on either side of my waist pulling me toward her when she drove that monster into me. “He’s awake now” I heard Tom tell her. “What a true shame – I have never had a guy when he’s passed out. I would rather you enjoyed your first time with me fucking you. I know it is something to remember, but I couldn’t help myself from taking your ass while you were in La La Land. It wasn’t as much resistance as Tom gives me – and it wasn’t the same as one of my body building dike girlfriends who claim they don’t want a dick in them but then are paralyzed by the sheer joy of being impaled by me.” Dee admitted. Impaled was the correct word. I was filled completely. It was like no other feeling I have ever had. It didn’t hurt that much – I guess I was passed the hurt stage and since I was knocked out – didn’t put up any resistance when she first entered my deep dark canal. But I was being fucked as she promised. I got a hold of my senses and got a good look at Tom again. I remembered him spanking his monkey – well, now it was full-grown again, and he was aiming it at me. His fist surrounded his shaft right at the base of his shaved balls yet 4 to 5 more inches of shaft and head stuck out the other end. He was much bigger than I ever dreamed of being. Enormously bigger than me – considering if I fisted my dick, it would barely have the head poking out. There was that submissive erotic feeling in me --- I wanted to be used by this couple. I felt so turned on being used this way, that I licked my lips in anticipation of his pole being shoved down my throat again. He knew what I craved, and in a very sexy way – he dangled his hard on in front of my eyes and teased me by telling me to beg like a bitch. “Please Master Tom, take me – so I am filled from both ends” My god – was that really me who just uttered those words? Did I really ask him to take me while Dee his wife, was fucking my ass? Did I state the obvious – he was my Master? Did that make me their slave – or worse a boy bitch? “That’s a good Bitch – beg your Master for his seed.” Tom stuffed his dick into my mouth but since it was hard already and I didn’t have my head bent back like the first time yesterday, I choked on it. Gagged was more like it – it filled my mouth and didn’t leave any room for my tongue. After a few hard strokes to the back of my throat, he pulled back so I could just suck on the tip and lick the soft underside of his bloated shaft. Tom told Dee “We’ve got a bitch who relishes fucking and sucking us.” She just laughed and slapped my ass as she drove her big black prick into my hole. I felt used and abused; yet something was entirely exotic about the whole ordeal. I enjoyed being their bitch at this moment. I am sure when I come to my senses and realize what I have done, or think of my position in the community – I am sure I will not feel the same way about my delight in being the new sex toy. Dee had an apparent orgasm while driving her thick rubber cock into my ass. Tom however stopped short of an orgasm and asked her to stop and strip so he could fill her pussy with his hard cock. She pulled out of me – I felt like shit and rushed off to the bathroom to empty my greasy bowels. When I returned I saw Dee getting fucked by his massive cock once again. Beside her body lay the instrument that took my ass – I just couldn’t believe she fitted the whole thing up me the way she did. I just shook my head as a huge shiver went down my spine. Tom unloaded his seed into her and plopped his wet meat on her stomach where he unloaded yet another squirt. Calling to me he ordered “C’mere Maid and clean us both up again.” I licked her juice off his now shrinking 7 ½ inch rod and then lapped at her pussy – while she held my head against her pussy till she was satisfied that I got all the jism from her snatch. “Go upstairs to the family room and wait there for us. We have one more surprise that you will enjoy.” Dee instructed me. *********** What could it be? Jeez, they had done nearly everything to my body that they could do. I had been taken to a new place in my life --- one that should remain hidden. Never the less, I did as instructed and waited till they both joined me. Dee had a VHS tape in her hand. She pushed it into the VCR and pressed play. I nearly died. They had video taped what we had done in the basement. I watched as I stripped down. I saw how we had wrestled – and how he ultimately kicked my butt. I was in shock by the time I got to the part when Dee strapped on her dick and fucked me in the ass. I was speechless, while they made jokes and said how the tape could be better – or how they should have gotten a close up to make it better. I was sitting quietly the whole time we watched the tape – my mind ablaze with activity before I finally spoke up “You set up a camera to tape me being your maid, slut, and bitch? I don’t have much money so there isn’t a lot you can blackmail me for. But I can’t let this tape get out – what would my daughter think? Or my co-workers – not one of them would understand.” I just naturally assumed that they were going to blackmail me. Dee looked at Tom. “Hmmm, that is not a bad idea. We could use this tape to keep you as our little slut. You make a fantastic Bitch – you know that don’t you? You and Tom can play golf once a week and we’ll use the results to gauge the outcome of our fun.” I cringed. I was afraid something like this might happen. I knew if I let myself go – and just had the most intense sexual play of my life, something bad would come of it. “Well, if it is of any interest to you – I use the video camera to record my routine before a body building tournament. I have never used it to record wrestling, or sexual adventures. It wasn’t very clear or close up but it was very evident WHO was getting fucked. It was your voice on the tape saying what a bitch you were, and how you begged to take Tom’s cock into your mouth. So even though we didn’t mean to trap you --- We’ve got you by your little balls after all.” Dee triumphantly illustrated by slowly curling her fingers into a fist and squeezing it. “So you gave us the perfect idea. You will obey Tom and I, or we will let some people see this tape. Your daughter – how old is she? I guess you wouldn’t want her to know what a pervert you have become.” Tom interrupts with Karen’s age “She 19 I think he said while at golf. She’s home for the summer from college. I understand she’s quite a hot number.” I jumped up and cocked my fist back to hit him, but before I ever got the chance Dee did some sort of sweeping kick and knocked me off my feet. I hit the floor and lost all the breath in my lungs. Dee placed her foot on my throat. “I won’t stand for any male pride fighting in my house. We both can kick your butt anytime we want, so don’t start anything you can’t finish – or I may string you up and use a riding crop on your ass. Do you really want to fight with us – if you lose – I won’t just rape your ass. I’ll skin you alive.” Dee looked very menacing from my spot on the floor. When I calmed down and showed her that I wasn’t going to hit anyone, she eased off my throat. “We’ll leave your daughter out of our little fun for now ---- but mark my words: you don’t do everything Tom or I tell you to do – and not only will we show this tape to her, and your co-workers, but maybe we’ll encourage some of them to use you too.” Then Dee pointed at the door “Leave now, and just consider what I said. We’ll call you over here later on. No GO!” It Started As A Golfing Debt I slunk back to my home and tried to avoid running into my daughter – at least before I could get a long hot shower to wash off all the dried spunk on my face and body. To be continued. In chapter 5 & 6 what will become of Chris? Will his beautiful daughter Karen become involved? Will she end up just like her Dad – or like Tom and Dee who now own and control her Dad? Tune in again soon. StryWrter7 PS if you like the story – vote it a 5!