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Author’s Note: An error was made in submitting the updates for this story. These chapters should have preceded part seven.
CH 20
Back in Denver I went to college and to my normal job, and avoided the bondage scene for a while. I told Mary and Denise that I was cutting back on my activities. They didn’t seem surprised. For women who made their living being cruel, they were very understanding.
I limited my bondage to tying myself alone in my apartment. I got into some serious hog ties and once tied myself so tightly that I couldn’t get loose. When I realized that I couldn’t free myself, I became frightened, but had a delicious orgasm. I wore myself out trying to get loose and had several more orgasms, but by evening I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move. My hands were numb and my shoulders and legs were in agony. I had to shout for help.
My neighbor heard and called the building manager. They opened my door with a pass key and were horrified when they saw me tied up. I had been so frightened that I burst into tears when they came in. I told them that I’d been surprised and tied up by a burglar. Because I was naked they thought I’d been sexually assaulted and wanted to call the police. I assured them that I hadn’t been raped and was naked because the burglar caught me in my shower. I told them my boyfriend was a police officer and I’d handle the report through him. My neighbor was very solicitous but something in the manager’s expression told me he didn’t believe my story. I found out later that he had already been snooping in my apartment and discovered my bondage equipment.
The manager’s name was Bob. I ran in to him in the parking lot a few days later and thanked him for rescuing me. He grinned sardonically and told me he’d be happy to help anytime I needed it. I knew he hadn’t been fooled by my story. I wasn’t embarrassed that he’d seen me bound, in fact it turned me on. I began to flirt with him.
Bob was older but nice looking. He and his wife were live in managers. He took care of the property and she worked at an outside job. I’d heard gossip about him and a few of the women in the complex. He was tall and muscular and have black wavy hair just tinted with gray. He was screwing several of the tenants and had a slightly condescending attitude. He smiled as if he was reading my inner thoughts so I decided to seduce him.
A few days later I called the manager’s officer. I said that I needed help with something in the apartment. Then I undressed and tied myself to my bed.
I became very excited while I waited. I jumped at every tiny noise and seemed to take for ever for Bob to get there. Finally he was standing in the doorway looking at my naked body.
“Another burglar?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “But he left before finishing the job.”
Bob was already removing his clothes. When he was naked he crawled on top of me and slammed his cock inside me. He mad no pretense at foreplay, he just fucked me like I was a piece of meat. It was exactly what I wanted. I came almost instantly.
Bob screwed me for a couple of hours that first afternoon, and many, many times over the next couple of years. We had a nice sexual relationship, but there was almost no emotional bond between us. He acted as if it was his right to fuck me and any other woman he wanted. Oddly, I was content with the arrangement.
I didn’t love Bob, in fact, I barely liked him, but I liked being fucked by him because he was good in bed and he didn’t screw me for money. Bob didn’t know I was a slave for pay, he just thought I was just an ordinary little college coed with kinky tastes.
I should have been guilty about his wife, but I wasn’t. I wondered if she knew about his affairs, but honestly didn’t care if she did. She never gave any indication that she knew about me.
We arranged a signal for me to let him know that I was tied up and he’d come by the apartment. Sometimes I had to wait while he attended to other matters. That was usually ok because I enjoyed my bondage and the longer I waited the hotter I became. I also liked it because I could tie myself in very tight inescapable positions, knowing that he would arrive sooner or later and release me. Even knowing that he was screwing another woman was exciting in a perverted way. It made me feel humble and submissive knowing I had to wait my turn.
I encouraged Bob to talk dirty to me while he fucked me, and tell me about his other women. He possessed a degree of ethics and wouldn’t tell me their names, he but did go into the details of screwing them. He told me that another of the tenants was into bondage and like me tied herself up before he arrived. I was intrigued and wondered who she was, but Bob wouldn’t tell me. I wondered about her. Was she young or old? Married or single? Pretty or plain? How many times had we passed in the hallway? I’d have given any thing to know who she was.
Bob didn’t mind screwing me while I was bound but he wasn’t into s and m and never tied me up, I had to tie myself. He definitely wasn’t a slave master. He wouldn’t torture me, not even to spank me. He was a good lover. He had lots of stamina and could fuck for hours without rest, and he prided himself on making sure I always had an orgasm. But he wasn’t imaginative and I would have easily grown tired of him. I just used him because I could tie myself into inescapable positions and knew he would release me. He was not master material and would have been shocked if he knew the things I allowed other people to do to me. I never told him about my secret life, I didn’t want to frighten him away.
Sex with Bob was all right but we had no emotional relationship. I tried dating regular boys from college but they seemed so young and naive. They were decent young men and I felt dirty because of my secret perversions. I went to bed with one or two but wasn’t comfortable making love in the ordinary fashion. I didn’t need a lover, I needed a master.
The only person I could talk to was Jill.
She and I got together, talked, went shopping and to movies. Jill got me through that period and helped me keep my sanity.
I stayed away from the scene for almost six months but I couldn’t break my addiction to torture. I enjoyed my affair with Bob, but I needed more than simple bondage.
I went back to the store.
I looked in the window and saw Mary talking to Denise. I hesitated. I wanted to see them but didn’t want my arrival to be seen as a surrender. I was confused and walked away. I passed a bakery and on inspiration went in and bought a dozen doughnuts. I took the doughnuts to Mary’s store.
“Hello,” I said breezily as I walked in. “You two look hungry.”
They greeted me warmly and gave me a big hug each, then they tore into the doughnuts. I had to laugh when I watched those two wicked, cruel, heartless, domineering black leather bitches arguing over who got the jelly filled.
“Why don’t you fight for it?” I laughed.
“She always grabs the best ones,” Denise pretended to pout. “I never get the jelly doughnuts.”
“Liar, liar, panties on fire,” said Mary.
“One more word,” I warned. “And I’ll make you leg wrestle for it.”
“We’ve wrestled before,” Mary said. “I won.”
“Oh, you did not!” Denise gasped indignantly.
I grabbed the last jelly doughnut, broke it in two and gave half to each.
“There, now eat the doughnut and tell me about wrestling.”
“We went in to a strip club years ago,” Mary said. “It was amateur mud wrestling night, so we entered the contest.”
“In your dominatrix outfits?” I asked.
“No, we were in street clothes,” Denise said. “We were driving back from a trip to New Mexico and we stopped to eat in Pueblo. When we came out of the restaurant we saw a strip club across the street, and went in.”
“Who were you dominating in New Mexico?” I asked.
“Nobody,” Mary said. “We went to Taos for sight seeing and shopping.”
“Yeah, sometimes we do real every day things,” Denise said sarcastically.
“We’re just ordinary mothers and housewives,” Mary said primly, toying with the spikes on her leather bra.
“You didn’t take any whips along?” I asked. “No spike heels or handcuffs?”
“Well, there may have been a few whips in the trunk,” Mary said. “Just in case.”
“I see,” I laughed. “But tell me about wrestling.”
“We were sitting in the club having a drink and watching the girls dance,” Mary said.
“And fending off a couple of guys who tried to pick us up,” Denise interjected. “They thought we were hookers.”
“I wonder why,” I said. “A pair of big boob broads like you sitting in a strip joint?”
“Yeah, I suppose they might get that idea,” Denise admitted. “But we weren’t hooking.”
“The wrestling,” I insisted. “Tell me about it.”
“They announced a mud wrestling contest, and invited ladies in the audience to participate,” Denise said.
“Were you the only takers?” I asked.
“Heavens no,” she said. “The place was full of women. A bunch of them volunteered.”
“A lot of them were girls in the Army stationed at Fort Carson,” Mary said. “They drove down to Pueblo so they could party far enough off base that they wouldn’t get in trouble. And some were local girls and housewives.”
“Go on,” I said.
“They set up three inflatable kiddy swimming pools, filled them with mud and paired the girls off,” Mary said. “The girls started out in panties and tee shirts, wrestled around and tore each other’s clothes off. The winner went on to another bout.”
“We watched for a while,” Denise said, “Then decided to get in.”
“They took us back stage to the dressing room, gave us tee shirts and some cheap breakaway panties then took us on stage,” Mary said.
“Did you wrestle each other?”
“Not the first round,” Mary said. “We were paired against other girls.”
“They introduced all the contestants,” Denise said. “I told them that I was a lady doctor and Mary said that she was my nurse. The audience loved it.”
“Go on.”
“We won each round,” Denise told me. “After each bout the mud was hosed off our bodies by the emcee.”
“So the men could see us naked,” Mary explained.
“I figured that,” I said. “Keep going.”
“Anyway, we made it to the final bout and wrestled each other,” Denise said. “It was fun.”
“Did you make love on stage?” I asked.
“No, but I won fifty dollars prize money,” Mary said. “Denise got thirty.”
“I won first place,” Denise corrected her. “And I spent it all getting my hair done the next day. That mud destroyed my perm.”
I spent the afternoon with them. We talked about anything except bondage. I sensed that both were respecting my decision to cut back on my activities. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Has anyone inquired about my services?” I asked.
“Yes,” Mary answered. “Several clients have, including Lady L.”
“Did they say what they wanted?”
“The usual, an innocent girl to torture,” she said.
“Well, I could use some torture right about now,” I said.
“Oh? We thought you were out of the scene.”
“Not really,” I said ruefully. “I tried but it’s not working.”
“Bondage is worse than drug addiction,” Denise said.
“I tired to make do with a mild form of bondage,” I said. “I’ve got a lover but I have to tie myself up, and I’m afraid to ask him to whip me.”
They nodded understandingly.
“Uh, is there any chance one of you might be willing to whip me half to death?” I asked hesitantly.
They exchanged a look. “I think we might manage,” Mary said.
“I can pay your regular fee,” I said.
“No way,” Denise said. “You don’t pay us.”
“And you get a double tonight,” Mary said. “Two whip bitches instead of one.”
My pussy flashed white hot!
“Here?” I asked.
“No, lets go to my dungeon,” Mary said. “You two head over there and I’ll close up. I’ll meet you.”
“I have to call my husband and let him know I wont be home,” Denise said. “Then we can go in my car.”
“Can I ride naked?” I asked.
Mary took me to the back of the store and made me strip, then buckled leather straps around my arms, legs and body. Denise drove her car to the back door and opened the trunk. I hopped through the alley and they dumped me in. It felt so good to be in real bondage and my heart was racing in anticipation. I almost came when they slammed the trunk lid.
I loved the ride in Denise’s trunk. I pretended that I was a kidnap victim who was going to be raped.
When we arrived at Mary’s dungeon Denise strung me up by my wrists and whipped me. I told her not to waste time on warm up, but to get right to a big whip. She took a heavy flogger off the wall and went to town on me. I came within seconds.
My dear, wonderful, understanding friends, Mary and Denise tortured me until I thought I was in heaven. They whipped me, put horrible clamps on my nipples and pussy lips, poured hot candle wax on my breasts, then whipped it off and put more on. They screwed me with strap on dildos from front and back simultaneously. Denise broke in a new bull whip by snapping clamps off my nipples with it. I fainted twice but they revived me and kept going.
That evening was one of the most intense and thrilling torture sessions I’ve ever had.
They tortured me for hours. When they finished I hung in my bonds limp as a rag.
“What time is it?” I heard Mary ask Denise.
“It must be around midnight,” Denise answered. She looked at her watch. “Uh oh.”
“What?’
“Its three o’clock in the morning.”
“Oops. My husband isn’t going to be happy.”
“Neither will mine.”
They came over to me. “We have to go home now,” Denise told me.
“One of us will be back sometime tomorrow to check on you,” Mary said. “But we’re going to leave you hanging here until then.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
It turned out that Denise stayed in the bungalow and kept an eye on me. She released me at nine in the morning. I was a mass of bruises, welts and burns, but I was completely happy. Denise put me in the bath tub for a long soak, then drove me home. After she left I couldn’t sleep so I made a pot of tea, curled up on the couch and relived every moment of my torture.
I didn’t want Bob to see my bruises and welts. I told him that I’d fallen down a flight of stairs at school and was in no condition for having sex. He saw me hobbling across the parking lot and believed my story. It took three weeks for my body to heal.
I gave up on my resolve to stay away from the scene. I called Mary and we all met for a drink.
“Do you have any business for me?” I asked Mary
“Lady L wants to indulge her panty fetish with you.”
“More maid costumes?” I asked.
“Who knows?” she shrugged. “Just expect to go through a lot of panties.”
“Now that you mention it, they do seem to like panties,” I said. “The last time they were more concerned with my panties than tying me up or spanking me.”
“Lady L has a definite panty fetish,” Mary said. “For her own and other women’s. She likes to show hers off and play with other ladies’ panties.”
“She uses girls as live dolls that she can dress and undress,” Denise said. “Especially below the skirt.”
“It ought to be easy to find hookers willing to do that,” I said. “Why does she need me?”
“She and her husband want someone who is in the scene,” Denise said. “And they like you personally. ”
“Lady L also likes to reverse roles sometimes,” Mary said. “She likes to be submissive once in a while but she likes to have another sub with her, one she can trust.”
“Oh?”
“She likes to be humiliated while her husband watches,” Denise said. “She likes to be put on display.”
“Does she like to be whipped?” I asked.
“She prefers spankings,” Denise said. “Especially to have her panties pulled down and bent over someone’s lap.”
“I never would have imagined,” I said. “She seems so frosty.”
“Still waters,” Mary said. “She gets into moods where she can’t get enough submission and humiliation. The more she is degraded the better she likes it.”
“I can identify with that,” I said.
“Wait till you see her flashing people in public,” Denise told me.
“You’re kidding!”
Mary shook her head slowly. “I’ve made her do it.”
“Tell me about it,” I said
“Her husband arranged a session with me,” Mary said. “I went to their apartment and he gave me the keys to their car and told me to make her show her panties to as many people as possible. He paid for six hours.”
“Interesting,” I commented.
“I drove the car,” Mary said. “I made her sit with her skirt up to her waist while I took her all over the city.”
“What was she wearing?” I interrupted.”
“An orange dress,” Mary said. “Low neckline and a short skirt. It was very expensive and she wore nice jewelry and shoes. She looked elegant.”
“Did she have on underwear?” I asked.”
“At first,” Mary said. “I made her take off her bra, but let her keep her panties.”
“Lady L isn’t very interested in her breasts,” Denise said. “She is strictly a pussy woman.”
“That’s right,” Mary said. “But I made her remove her bra as part of her humiliation, and I made her play with her nipples so they would be hard and show through her dress.”
“That’s terrific,” I said. My nipples were hard.
“I would sit through red lights so people in the crosswalks could look in the car,” Mary continued. “I went through a dozen drive through hamburger stands and made her turn toward the kids at the windows with her legs open, or bend forward so they could look down her top.
“We parked downtown and I ordered her to keep her legs apart each time she opened the door. I went through a roll of dimes for parking meters. We would wait until a man approached, then she had to drop her purse on the sidewalk and squat with her legs apart to pick it up.”
“That is so fantastic!” I marveled.
“I went one better,” Mary said. “We went to a bank and I had her buy several rolls of coins. She dropped them in the lobby and squatted to pick them up. Back in the car I opened a roll of coins and poured them in her purse. The next time she dropped her purse the coins spilled out and it took her a long time to pick them up. Several gentlemen knelt and helped. She dropped her purse all over Denver that afternoon.”
“And what is so cool,” Denise added. “Is that she is so dignified that no one would ever expect her to be showing her panties on purpose.”
“That’s tight,” Mary said. “But she was hot as hell. She would tell me when her panties were damp and ask permission to change them.”
“In the car?” I asked.
“Nope, I’d stop and she would get out and change her panties in public. She brought several pairs,” Mary said. “I just make sure that there were no children in sight.”
“What else did she do?”
“We went to cafes and she sat with her legs apart. The same thing on park benches and at a bus stop. We got on the bus and rode for an hour and she kept her knees apart the whole time.”
“I’ve done that on busses,” I confessed.
“Me too,” Denise giggled.
“Who hasn’t?” Mary said. “Anyway, we rode the bus for miles along Broadway. Then back to where we started. I made her stand beside the car and take her panties off, and wouldn’t let her put another pair on.”
“Very interesting,” I said.
Mary nodded. “I made her play with her pussy while we drove around. I stopped in a few parking lots and made her get out of the car, raise her skirt and put her fingers up her pussy.”
“And she did that?” I asked astonished.
“Are you kidding? She practically flew out of the car every time. She came several times doing that.”
“Wow.”
“Don’t forget the best part,” laughed Denise.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“We went in the Greyhound bus station,” Mary said. “I made sure that no children were present, then ordered ‘Lady L’ to stand in the middle of the waiting room, lift her skirt and turn in a complete circle.”
“My God!” I gasped. “Did she?”
“She sure did,” Mary said. “When she lifted her skirt the room went silent. I walked out the door. Lady L turned in a slow circle, then dropped her skirt and followed me.”
“Incredible!”
“When we got to the car she leaned against the fender, lifted her skirt and played with her pussy while I unlocked the car. A dozen people watched. She had an orgasm then and there and I had to yell at her to get in the car. She had another orgasm before we were out of the lot and she still masturbated all the way home.”
“I never would have thought she was capable of doing something like that,” I said.
“Its rebellion,” Denise said.
“What is she rebelling against?”
“A lifetime of straight laced proper behavior.”
“Lady L is from a very wealthy and prominent family,” Mary told me. “Her grandfather was a senator and her great grandfather was state governor. She was reminded of her social position and class duties every day of her life.”
“A poor little rich girl, eh?”
“Precisely,” Denise said.
“I don’t think that everything she does is simply rebellion,” Mary said. “I believe that she truly is an exhibitionist.”
“No question about that,” Denise said. “And she’s also a masochist and part time lesbian too.”
Mary shrugged in agreement. “Actually I’ve had three sessions like that with her,” she said. “We’ve been to malls, parks, truck stops and a baseball game. I’m running out of ideas where to take her.”
“A baseball game?”
“A little league game,” Mary said. “I ‘forced’ her to sit in the bleachers with her legs apart. We were behind the dugout. The players got an eyeful.”
“Little league players are young boys,” I said.
“These players were about seventeen and eighteen,” Mary said. “They were old enough to look up her skirt.”
“Why does she need you to be along?” I asked. “If she wants to display herself in public she can just go out and do it.”
“True,” Mary said. “But I think she needs someone to ‘compel’ her to show off. I don’t think she’s secure enough to go out alone. Her husband indulges her every whim. Sometimes he takes her out but she likes to go with other people too.”
“She ought to get a job as a stripper,” I said.
“She would if she could get away with it,” Mary said.
“Maybe you should take her to a strip club on amateur night,” I suggested. “She could get up on stage.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Mary said.
“So she wants another session with me?” I asked.
CH 21
I agreed to another session with Lord and Lady L. They wanted me to participate in a particularly perverse engagement. It was incredibly disgusting and right down my alley.
I was to play their daughter.
Denise told me to dress like a teen aged girl and to wear no makeup. I wore my school girl costume, a short plaid skirt, bobby socks and a blouse.
Lady L greeted me warmly when I arrived and took me to her bedroom. She asked to see my panties. I lifted my skirt and she looked at them for several minutes, then she touched my pussy. She caressed me through the cotton panties and soon had them wet and me squirming. She told me to open my legs, then slipped her hand in my panties. She brought me close to coming then stopped.
“Your outfit is charming,” she said. “But its a little too theatrical for tonight. I have other clothes for you.” She motioned me to follow her in to a large dressing room. She held out a lovely blue dress. It was a girl’s dress.
“Please take off your clothes,” she said to me.
I started unbuttoning my blouse but she stopped me. “I’ll do it,” she said.
I stood as Lady L took undressed me. When I was naked she played with my breasts and pussy for a while, then visibly controlling herself, she stepped back. She took several pair of silk panties from a drawer and held them up deciding which pair I should wear. She took her time and had me try them all on. She finally decided on a lacy pair in pink. She knelt and held a beautiful pair of white pumps for me to step in to. She slipped the dress over my head and combed my hair. I felt like a doll as she fussed around getting me just right.
I looked at myself in a full length mirror. I turned slowly as I lifted my skirt. The panties were lovely.
“How does everything feel?” Lady L asked.
“Wonderful,” I told her. “My panties feel deliciously tight.”
“Are they too tight?” she frowned. “Uncomfortable?”
I guided her hand to my pussy. “What do you think?”
She caressed the silk between my legs.
“They feel all right,” she said huskily.
“They sure do,” I agreed, “But if you keep doing that they are going to be very damp soon.” She took her hand away.
“May I see your panties?” I asked shyly. She raised her skirt and showed me a pair of white lace ones, so delicate that they were almost transparent. I patted her pussy.
Lady L put her arms around me and pressed her breasts against mine. She kissed me a long sweet time.
“Our guests will be arriving soon,” she told me. “They are gentlemen from out of state and do business with my husband. You will be introduced as my daughter. I’d like you to pretend to be sullen and disobedient, and eventually I will lose patience and be forced to discipline you in front of the guests.”
“In what fashion?” I asked.
“What ever strikes me,” she said. “I don’t want us to be locked into a strict scenario. I want to be spontaneous.”
“Should I resist, or submit meekly?”
“You can play it by ear,” she said. “But eventually I want you to end up naked.”
“Hmm, You could strip me and tie me up,” I suggested. “Then put me over your lap and spank me.”
“Not bad,” she agreed.
“Are the guests going to participate?” I asked.
“I may permit them to spank you,” she said.
“And fuck me too?”
“Would you agree to that?”
“If you want me to,” I said coyly. “I’ll do anything you want.”
She kissed me. “Who knows what the evening will bring?”
When the guests arrived Lady L greeted them and told them that her husband was delayed at his office. She introduced me then ushered them into the living room. I sat in a chair facing them as she poured drinks. I slouched and opened my legs slightly.
“Sit up straight Mary,” Lady L said to me. I rolled my eyes and sat up slightly. I waited until she was looking the other way then opened my knees for a second, giving the guests a quick peek up my skirt. They looked astonished. Lady L noticed the expression on their faces and gave me a withering look.
“Don’t I get something to drink?” I asked petulantly. She handed me glass of soda.
“I meant something real,” I said.
“I know what you meant dear,” she said sweetly. “But you’re too young for alcohol. You will just have to settle for a soft drink.”
“Oh God,” I muttered.
She chatted brightly with the gentlemen, while I acted bored and said nothing. I discovered that it was easy to behave childishly. I kept my eyes on the floor and ignored efforts to include me in the conversation. I squirmed around in my chair, crossed and uncrossed my legs and managed to flash the guests several times. I grew more blatant and finally Lady L caught me sitting with my legs open.
“Mary, close your legs and sit like a proper young lady!” she gasped.
I gave her that eye rolling, exasperated to death, ‘how stupid you are Mom’ look that every teen girl masters, and opened my legs wider.
“I told you to close your legs!” she said angrily, then paused. “Are you wearing my panties?” she demanded.
“Maybe,” I said. “So what if I am?”
“Let me see them,” she commanded.
“Make up your mind, Mother,” I said. “First you tell me to close my legs, now you want me to show everybody my panties?”
“Let me see them!” she repeated.
“Anything you say, Mother.”
I stood and lifted my skirt. The guests stared wide eyed.
“Those are my panties,” Lady L gasped angrily. “I’ve told you a hundred times to stop going into my lingerie drawers.”
“Why do you care, Mother?” I asked sarcastically. “You don’t wear panties most of the time anyway.”
“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” she said. “Come here.”
I walked to her, letting my skirt drop. She grasped my wrist and pulled me onto her lap. She raised my skirt and began spanking me.
Lady L really spanked me, there was no pretense, but I’d been spanked much harder. I lay across her lap and took the spanking calmly. I looked at the guests and raised my eyebrows mockingly.
“Mother, if you’re going to punish me in front of these gentlemen, at least try to make it a real spanking,” I said. “This is quite boring.”
She gasped indignantly and spanked me harder. That was better.
My butt was bright red and stinging from her hand, and my pussy was tingling. I wasn’t acting when I began to squirm around on her lap.
“Mmmm, that’s better,” I crooned.
“Don’t pretend you like this,” Lady L said, spanking me harder.
“What ever you say, Mother,” I said, winking at the guests. I reached back and slipped my panties down.
“What are you doing?” Lady L gasped. “What will our guests think?” She tried to tug my panties up.
“I’ll bet these gentlemen have seen girls spanked before,” I said, trying to push them down. We struggled over my panties. I had to keep from giggling.
I rolled off her lap and fell to the floor. I jumped to my feet and took of my panties.
“Here, take your damn panties!” I said. I had my back to the guests. I mouthed ‘fight me” to Lady L and threw them in her face. She didn’t miss a beat. She jumped up and slapped me.
I slapped her back, then shoved her back onto the couch. She grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the floor. I landed on my back with my legs apart. She fell atop me and we pretended to fight. Lady L kept her legs apart and the guests got a good look at her panties and my pussy. We rolled around slapping and squealing and tearing at each others’ clothes until we were nearly naked.
I enjoyed our fight. It was fun rolling around and we were very excited. At one point I managed to sit on Lady L’s stomach and hold her shoulders down. She kept her legs apart as she huffed and gasped and struggled under me. She rolled me off and got atop me. I permitted her to turn me on my stomach. She began spanking me again.
“What is the meaning of this?” Lord L roared from the doorway.
We stopped fighting.
I got to my feet. “Hi Daddy,” I said meekly. I was stark naked. Lady L’s dress was in tatters and her bra hung loosely from one shoulder. We were pink faced and breathing hard.
Lady L tried to pat her hair in place. She took a deep breath and faced her husband.
“Your daughter has been behaving abominably,” she said.
“All I did was borrow a pair of Mother’s panties,” I said defensively.
“You know she has forbidden you to wear her panties,” he said sternly.
“I know Father, but she never wears them,” I said. “She’s only wearing panties tonight because we have guests.”
“She’s hardly wearing anything now,” he said.
Lady L blushed and tried to put her bra on.
“Don’t bother,” Lord L told her. “Mary is naked and you might as well be. Your dress is in rags, take it off.”
“Yes dear,” she said meekly. She took off everything but her panties. She looked at her husband pleadingly.
“Go on,” he commanded.
She took her panties off, then took a deep breath and bravely faced her guests.
“I cannot imagine what you gentlemen must think,” Lord L said. “Unfortunately, despite all my efforts, this sort of thing happens all too often in this house.”
They quickly told him that it was nothing at all, and they were enjoying a lovely evening.
“You are very gracious,” he told them. “Never the less, I must ask you to excuse us for a moment while I attend to disciplining my wife and daughter.”
He motioned us toward the bedroom. Lady L and I followed him meekly.
In the bedroom he told his wife to lie on the bed. She obeyed and he quickly tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed. Then he ordered me to get atop her.
“Face to pussy,” he said.
I thrilled as I felt the ropes tighten on my wrists and ankles. I’d never been tied to a woman in that position. I felt Lady L’s tongue against my pussy before he finished tying us.
“Enjoy yourselves,” he told us. “I’ll bring our guests in later.”
I barely heard him. I had my tongue deep in his wife’s pussy.
That was the night that I finally admitted to myself that I wanted to have sex with my own mother. As I kissed Lady L between her legs, I desperately wished it was my own mother’s pussy.
I had a very sweet orgasm while tied to Lady L, but it was nothing like the one that roared through my soul when Lord L brought his guests in and invited them to watch us.
“Look at this, gentlemen,” he said. “It is a sad state of affairs when a man must tie his wife and daughter together to keep peace in the house.”
They made understanding noises.
“Every other form of discipline has failed,” he continued. “I’ve tried spanking and whipping them, but they will insist on quarreling. The only way to keep them quiet is to keep their mouths occupied.”
“Do they enjoy this sort of thing?’ one of the guests asked.
“Oh no,” Lord L answered. “They aren’t lesbians, but its the only form of punishment that seems to work.”
I raised my head and looked at them.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Lord L said to me. “Put you tongue back in your mother’s pussy and keep it there.”
That did it! Those words sent me into the most violent, wonderful orgasm of my life! Lady L came too.
“Uh, how long will you keep them tied together?” one of the guests asked when the bed stopped shaking.
“All night,” Lord L said. “They can meditate on the proper way to conduct themselves in front of guests.”
“We were not offended,” the guest said. “Please don’t be too harsh on your family on our account.”
“You are very kind,” Lord L said. “But I am resolved that they shall spend at least eight hours tied together. Would you mind if we brought our drinks in here? That way I can keep an eye on them while we talk.”
They didn’t object at all.
The men sat in the bedroom and chatted while Lady L and I suffered our just punishment. (And suffered through several more orgasms).
Lord L was a man of his word. The old dear kept us tied all night, even after the guests departed.
CH 22
Lady L and I played that scenario for many years. We refined it over time and our act was quite convincing. They went so far as to take me to a photo studio where we posed for a family portrait. They put the photo on display when they invited guests over for one of our performances.
Depending on their mood, they had me take part in other scenarios. Sometimes I was simply a sex slave and enjoyed an evening of bondage and spanking. There were times when Lady L summoned me to be her maid and I prissed around like Betty Boop. I showed off my panties, exposed my boobs, was remiss in my duties and had to be disciplined. Most of the time Lady L was quite stern and controlling, but on rare occasions she joined me as a submissive.
Lord L hosted poker parties. When Lady L was in a submissive mood she and I played the roles of serving girls. The first time I participated she met me at the door wearing panties and bra, stockings, a garter belt and heels. She dressed me the same way.
When the guests arrived she met them at the door and showed them to the card room. They usually patted her bottom along the way. We served them drinks and snacks. We rubbed against them as we filled their drinks or wiped off the table. We giggled like twits when they squeezed our boobs and patted our behinds. I was mildly shocked when one of the card players unzipped his trousers and brought out a very erect cock. Lady L tittered and asked if he would like her to suck it. He nodded and she crawled under the table. Lord L calmly watched for a moment, then returned his attention to his cards.
“You might as well get under the table and help,” he told me.
I found it fantastically exciting to be under that table. All the men had undone their trousers and every cock was hard. Lady L and I crawled from man to man. I marveled at how Lady L could go from a dignified high society lady to a cock sucking slut. It was a real turn for me to watch her expression when a man spurted cum in her face.
It wasn’t unusual for a guest to take a break from the game and take one of us to a bedroom. Sometimes we were fucked in the same bed and sometimes the poker game was put on hold while all the guests screwed us. Lord L watched calmly as his wife screwed two, sometimes three men at once.
For me the poker nights were ok. The sex was good, but there wasn’t much bondage. I did it to help Lady L live out her fantasies.
Lord and Lady L were very generous to me and took me on trips where I pretended to be their daughter. We went to resorts in the Caribbean and Mexico. We put on our act at parties and one time on a yacht in Puerto Vallarta our cat fight set off an orgy among two dozen guests. Things got so wild so quickly that Lady L and I didn’t get tied together. A man pulled her off me and threw her over his shoulder. He took her into the main cabin and dropped her on the bed. I landed beside her and in an instant we were being screwed side by side.
Everyone tried to crowd into the cabin to watch. Soon all the women were naked and people were fucking all over the boat.
They were intrigued to have a mother and daughter in bed together. All the men (and a few women) took turns with us. Lady L and I got the screwing of our lives that night.
Things settled down after a couple of hours. Everyone collapsed in exhaustion. Lady L and I lay in a very sticky bed. She was staring at the ceiling rubbing cum into her skin I decided to put on our mother/daughter lesbian act. I got between her legs and began licking her pussy. She lay back and enjoyed that for a while, then told me to get on top and in sixty nine position. We made so much noise that the other guests came in. This time there was total silence as they watched awestruck. A man suggested that all the women should get in bed with us, and several did. Soon the master cabin was a mass of female bodies. It was very erotic and the only downside was that it was an ordinary orgy with no bondage at all
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In hotels we always wandered on to the balcony naked or arranged to have the maids discover us in the shower together or tied to a bed. Lord L tipped generously and convinced the maids to go about cleaning the room and not pay any attention to his wife and daughter tied with our faces in each other’s pussies.
We also shocked people on the beach or by the pool by rubbing sun tan lotion on each other. Lady L and I would start out innocently enough, but then she would slip her hand inside my bra or panties, and we would become more and more daring until our bras came off. Sometimes I’d lay on my stomach and Lady L would slide my bikini panties down to rub lotion on my bottom. I’d get excited and start moving my hips. Eventually we’d make a show of going up to our rooms with the obvious intention of having sex. Lord L would sit nearby and later he’d repeat the comments people made about us.
We particularly liked resorts with nude beaches. Lady L and I would stroll along the beach naked and chat with people we met. I absolutely loved walking around naked and had my picture taken many times by other tourists. Lady L liked it too but she wore dark sunglasses and carried a big hat, and put it on when some one photographed her. She wanted to protect her identity and if her face was unrecognizable she would pose outrageously for any stranger with a camera. One Canadian gentleman shot a dozen rolls of film while we posed in pure pornography.
Once on a walk I talked her into letting me tie her up in the jungle. We went a few yards off the beach and I tied her to a palm tree with the strings from her bikini, then I tied myself to another tree. We stayed there for an hour and she was so excited that as soon as I untied us we made love then and there. I got in the habit of carrying rope on our walks. It was fun seeing people’s reactions when they saw the rope in my hand. I’d tie us to trees and we would listen to people strolling past. We always hoped someone would discover us and do wicked things to our bodies.
Another time in Costa Rica we were by the pool doing our suntan lotion act in the nude and got so carried away that hotel security officers made us stop. They told us that nudity was permitted on the beach, but not on the hotel grounds. They asked us to put on our bathing suits.
Lady L rose to her feet with massive dignity and defiantly tossed our bikinis away, then told me to come to the room. We walked through the crowd hand in hand. The security chief followed us. Lady L left the door open and as he stood outside she took me in her arms and kissed me. We rubbed our breasts together, then I knelt and kissed her pussy while she slammed the door in his face.
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