BDSM Library - Left Alone

Chapter 2: The surprise

Without adding a word, the blond woman exits the room, leaving me alone with the little maid. With her boss now gone, she gets up and starts, with great dexterity, to remove my bonds. She has accurately identified my distress and tries to reassure me by talking to me softly, in a language amazingly common as opposed to the one she used in front of her mistress.

“Don’t worry, Madame is a genius of a woman. In a few days, you will beg her to stay with her.”

“You’re crazy! How could you…”

“Hush! Watch it! The place is full of mikes and cameras. She knows everything that goes on in here. Shut up and obey me without fail, otherwise I’ll have to punish you. Above all, speak only when I ask you to and don’t make me repeat.”

Lisette has left one of my wrists tied to the table. It is with relief that I move from this uncomfortable position. Sitting at the edge of the table, I gaze at the leather straps that held my limbs in place. Each one has a ring firmly attached to it, the inside of which is lined with fur to preserve my skin. This token of protection reassures me.

“Here, have a drink.”

She hands me a tall glass of water.

While I quench my thirst, she keeps busy in the closets and comes back towards me pushing a small cart covered with tools of all kind. With movements that betray a vast experience, she coats the red welts from the riding crop that cover my body with a cool balm that tickles me for a moment before giving me an amazingly beneficial sensation.

“It will do you good. In two days, maybe three, it won’t show anymore.”

She massages my stomach at length using a very sensual circular motion, spelling out her instructions with a sure voice:

“Bend backwards… Turn around… Move up…”

Then she kneels between my legs and does the same thing with my thighs. The smell of my panties soaked with urine puts me to shame but her nose, so close to my crotch, gives me a strange sensation. It does not seem to bother her and I finally abandon myself to her good care.

“Mmmmm!!! You smell of piss,” she whispers. “I love it.” Continuing passionately with her massage, she moves her head forward and takes a long sniff from my panties. My God, what a weird feeling. The tips of my breasts are harder than ever.

“Open your legs and make sure you don’t move,” she adds, her voice almost too soft for me to hear. She delicately puts her tongue on the bottom part of my panties and brings it up, very slowly, hugging the shape of my sex. It startles me and it’s with great difficulty that I manage to stay still. It feels like a bolt of electric current going through my stomach.

“That too, you’ll get used to it…” she says enigmatically, standing up and looking at me with her adorable and small green eyes framed by freckles. She is really beautiful. Her lips part slightly and, with a small chuckle of pleasure, she hits my nose lightly with her tongue.

“You smell it?”

Stunned, I don’t know what to say. She walks around the table.

“Lie down on your back.”

She drops a small knob of balm on each of my nipples and on my belly button. The coolness of the product makes me shiver. The caresses from her hands are delicious. The product spreads out easily and her fingers slide on my breasts, stretch my nipples and move over my belly in an exquisite caress.

Little by little, my pleasure starts to rise again when she abruptly stops to go wash her hands.

“Now, you have to go take a shower.”

She hands me a collar made of leather with several rings on it and orders me to fasten it around my neck.

This is too much and I get offended: “But this is a dog collar!!!”

Her worried look makes me realize that I just did something stupid. She looks at one corner of the ceiling with apprehension. I catch a glimpse of a small camera.

“Shut up, you idiot, you want her to spank us both?” Her face shows real anxiety. “I told you to speak only when I ask you to…” Swiftly, she grabs a chain well over a meter long and fastens it to the collar which she then puts, with authority, around my neck. Then she holds my wrists together behind my back and locks them in place using the rings on them.

“Follow me,” she tells me in a tone that does not allow for contradiction of any kind.

She grabs the leash and drags me by the neck behind her. The infirmary borders a long corridor which we follow for a long while. This girl is really a “reduced model”. I am not that tall but even with her high-heel shoes on, she is still shorter than me.

Walking confidently, she leads me into a room resembling a common shower room like the one I remember from my high school. It is entirely covered by the same white tiling as the “infirmary”. Three shower heads hang from the wall and the ground, gently slopping, has several drains. In a corner, a toilet bowl sits unceremoniously. With one rapid move, she unties me.

“Ok, get undressed, hand me your panties and make it snappy.”

She raises her hand and points a finger towards a corner of the ceiling where I can spot another camera. Sacred at the thought of making another blunder, I obey.

She points to a shower head. “Go stand there” she says putting her hand out to take my panties and slip them in her apron. Then she hangs my wrists to a hook located above the shower head.

The water has a wonderful effect on my skin. It is deliciously hot and I relax to enjoy the moment to the fullest.

“About the collar, if madame ever heard you, she will give us hell. Look!”

She undoes the hooks on her corsage and lowers it from her shoulders, revealing a flat belly and smallish breasts stripped with purple marks, some of which are still swollen.

“Two days ago she chastised me.” She turns around and shows me her back, which is in an even sorriest state. “And I won’t show you the rest… If she ever beats me up again like that, I’ll have to stay in bed for at least a week. Get it?”

Jaws agape, I fall back into the nightmare. Such cruelty… I can almost feel her burns. My stomach turns. I am on the verge of throwing up.

“Turn around so that I can lather you up with soap,” she orders me as she readjusts herself.

Little by little, the contact from her hands revives my excitement. “The front now.” She lathers me up head to toe. Thank God her hands are soft. “Spread your legs.” All modesty now gone, I let her work on my private body parts. God does it feel good. The soap makes the contact from her fingers very pleasant.

“Aren’t you a hairy one. We’ll have to shave all that off.” She examines me, handles me as if I was a mere object of pleasure. This troubling sensation sharpens my pleasure. She toys a moment with my nipples. She stretches them between her thumb and forefinger, twisting them delicately before suddenly letting them go to untie me.

“Ok, now the enema… Watch out, it’s in your best interest to just let me do it. If we take too long…” The rest of the threat remains unsaid.

An enema? I thought they had relegated this barbaric procedure to the lower levels of obscurantism over a century ago.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom first?” she asks me as she locks my wrists behind by back again.

It has been I don’t know how many hours since I could relief myself. To add to this humiliation, still naked, I must now sit on a toilet, hands tied behind my back, before this girl, without any walls to preserve my modesty. These events, each one crazier than the next, took place with so much speed that this demeaning position doesn’t shock me as much as I would have guessed. The idea of an enema worries me. A lot of questions burn my mind but out of fear of sanctions, I dare not ask them.

This degrading posture makes me tighten up and I have a tough time letting go. After what feels like an eternity, a burning sensation fills my cheeks as my bowels loudly produce the shameful sound they make when they free themselves of their load. With thighs fully pumped up, sick with shame, I empty myself, my eyes solely focused on the ground before me. Finally relieved, I dare not getting up, stupidly waiting while sitting on the bowl.

In the meantime, she prepares her instruments.

“You done?”

Red as a pepper, I shake my head yes. She motions me to get up. I do so, quickly flushing the toilet at the same time.

“On your knees,” she orders me. “Lean forward and spread your legs as far apart as you can.”

Mortified, I obey, having a really hard time doing it.

“Put your shoulders on the ground.”

I bow low, facing the toilet bowl. The contact with the cold and humid tile floor cools me down a little.

She moves behind me. Her finger slides along the most intimate part of me to part the flesh. “Spread your cheeks with your hands.” It feels like I’m dreaming awake. The uncomfortable position has made my nipples touch the ground. I feel them rubbing against the floor while she cleans me meticulously with a damp cloth. Suddenly her finger presses against the middle of my anus. “Relax and spread them out more.” The intruder tickles my little flower for a long time. “Me, I love it when someone does it to me.” She toys around for a few moments with the tip of her nail before penetrating me slowly. Involuntarily, my intimate muscles tense up. “Didn’t you hear me? You have to relax if you don’t want me to hurt you.” Surprisingly, the dreaded pain expected does not materialize. I do my best to make her job easier. After a few times around, her whole finger finally penetrates me. She does a few in-and-outs before pulling out, creating a sense of emptiness that frustrates me. Once again, my body betrays me. It leads me to believe that in the end, all these humiliations contribute to my pleasure.

“Now, the tube. Don’t worry, it’s a small one. Stay calm.”

At the same time, the thing penetrates my anus. She must have lubricated me because I do not feel any resistance. Just an impression I need to empty myself out again… Then the liquid invades me… I tense up. The lack of difference in temperature with my body makes the procedure only less sensitive. Only a bizarre sensation in my stomach, the feeling that I ate too large a meal. I can feel the skin of my belly stretch out. For an eternity, the ordeal goes on.

“There, it’s done,” she says pulling out the tube. “Go quickly to the toilet and push to get everything out. Don’t hold back, otherwise you will have cramps.” She helps me get up and guides me to the bowl.

Obviously, she knows what she is talking about. I barely have time to sit on the seat, the urge to flush out the liquid is so pressing. I shamefully let go, much to my relief. The horribly obscene noise makes me turn red in the face again.

She repeats the procedure twice before cleaning me up for good.

“There, you’re as clean as a ‘shiny new penny’” she tells me laughing while she puts away her equipment. “I just have to make you look pretty and we can go join Madame.” Happy to have survived the challenge, I obediently follow her to the infirmary.

*****

At no time did the memories from my “past life” come to haunt me. A side of my personality that I did not know existed before has just been revealed to me.

She makes me wait and takes out a gynecologist chair and a small stool set on wheels from a large closet. I settle in the gynecologist chair with some apprehension while she prepares her equipment. This time, the small cart holds things that would make any beauty salon proud: Makeup, hair and manicure products, a bowl filled with shaving mousse and an old-fashion razor, the kind with a long blade and handle with a bend in the middle to fold it after use. Clothes and shoes are carefully folded and lined up on a shelf on the lower part of the cart.

Absent-mindedly, I put up my feet in the stirrups. She places the small cushioned stool between my legs and sits down, her face flush with my sex.

“For starters, let’s shave all those pubes. If Madame finds even one, I’ll pay for it…” With the help of scissors, she clears out most of my bush, leaving only a mesh of short pubic hair. Then she moistens my pubic area and covers it with the shaving mousse. In answer to my worried look, she replies: “Oh I’m used to it, you know. I’m the one who takes care of Madame’s body.” Her eyes shine with a strange sparkle that betrays more than just pride. Visibly, this lewd little maid is madly in love with her mistress. Reluctantly, I must admit that I also find that severe woman very attractive. She displays a charm and charisma almost addictive.

Lisette knows what to do. With a fluid motion, she spreads out the mousse with precision, lightly brushing my pubic area. Small and delectable shivers run through my lower abdomen.

“You’ll see, it’s a totally cool feeling. At first, it tickles a little but we get used to it very quickly.” Her movements remind me of the ones from the esthetician my mother took me to see last year to have my armpits and my bikini line waxed before going on vacation. Except that it is not wax she is using.

The razor stings a little when it gets caught in rougher patches of hair before slicing them away. I cannot help but start.

“Make sure you don’t move, you’ll risk getting cut from me.”

The idea of being maimed there paralyzes me. I have no problem staying still like a statue, giving her ample opportunity to finish her job well. Next, she makes me move my pelvis forward and spread my ass cheeks by bringing my knees up to my chest. The indecency of this position gives me the impression that the heat in this room just went up a notch. My cheeks burn my face and I keep my eyes stubbornly fixed on the ceiling. A few swings of the razor quickly take care of the few hairs I have around my anus. A small mischievous lap of the tongue on my ass cheeks completes the task.

“There, it’s done,” she says sliding a finger across my most intimate part. “Wow, how about that, you’re totally wet.” To add to the shame, she shakes her wet forefinger in front of my eyes. “It shows you like that, you little sex maniac,” she says, touching it several times with her thumb, making fun of the sticky lines stretching between her fingers.

I don’t know where to hide. This humiliating situation excites me. What decadence… With a little sly smile, she slides the finger between her lips and sucks on it at length, looking at me right in the eyes. The temperature becomes unbearable.

She rinses me off with a damp cloth then repeats the task with my armpits. Next, she covers me with a perfumed cream which she spreads softly over the newly bared part of my body. “You’re now as naked as the day you were born,” she says with that little smile I find so troubling. Her fingers work wonders between my legs to make the cream penetrate. Finally, she powders me with talc. “It will reduce the burning sensation from the razor. You’ll always have to be bare as far as that’s concerned. After I met Madame, I had the misfortune of forgetting a few hairs once. She tied me to that chair and plucked them out one by one with tweezers. I swear to you I paid for it. After that, I never wanted to go through this again,” she says, her eyes unfocused, as if that memory had made her nostalgic.

A small irritation burns my crotch, bringing an itching sensation rather pleasant that takes my excitement to a new level. Decidedly, this little maid makes me go from one surprise to the next. It is in a relaxed and confident state that I abandon myself to her care. She combs my hair, manicures my feet and my hands before meticulously applying makeup on me.

“That’s it,” she tells me putting the last touch of blush on my cheeks. “Wait till you see yourself in the mirror. You can tell me what you think.” Her radiant smile enhances the enchanting freckles that frame her fresh young face. She puts my hair in two very tight braids that pull a little on my scalp. My lips and my nipples are tinted with a very clear red lipstick. “You look delicious. Madame will be happy,” she says, walking towards a sink to wash her hands.

God this girl is pretty. Her short black skirt, covered by her small white apron, prominently displays her legs sheathed in black silk, admirably shaped and raised by black stilettos with spiked heels which slim down her silhouette. The white hat sitting on top of her head gives her a naughty look that makes her even more beautiful.

“Ok, now let’s dress you,” she says looking at her watch with a worried look. “We have to hurry, we have only a few minutes left.”

Her comment brings me back to earth. “What time is it? And what day is it?”

“Hush, Sandrine. Watch it. You must only talk when you’re asked.” Then, leaning in my ear, she adds whispering “It will be noon soon, Madame wants us there at half past. Let’s hurry.”

My brain does the math. Noon… It has therefore been almost 24 hours since I have been held captive here. I now acknowledge the hunger that torments me. As discreetly as possible, I whisper “may I have a glass of water please?”

Without answering, she unties my wrists, grabs from the fridge a bottle with no label and pours me a tall glass. “Drink, it will do you good.” I am thirsty, my throat is dry. I quench my thirst with great delight.

“Ok, the clothes now. Pull your right leg straight.” She has picked up a pair of black stockings and begins putting them on me. The soft contact of the fabric makes me shiver as it slides on my skin. She proceeds meticulously and makes the nylon smooth with her hands to position it. “The stitch must be right down the middle and very straight,” she says, handing me the second stocking.

The stilettos are the same as hers, although the heels are not as high. They are brand new and the smell of patent-leather that comes from them is rather enjoyable. I notice in amazement that they fit me perfectly.

“We have the same size,” the little maid tells me. “Madame thinks that my feet are great. I bet she’ll love yours.

She ties a garter belt around my waist and makes me stand to stretch everything out. “Make sure there are no dents, there’s nothing uglier.”

It is the first time that I wear this type of undergarment. A very powerful sensation of femininity overtakes me. It is as if these clothes framed my bare sex to better put the emphasis on it. I feel beautiful and desirable. Secretly, the hope to please Lisette’s boss crosses my mind.

She makes me put on a white bodice identical to the one she has on and, much to my surprise, ties up the laces behind my back with the help of a rubber band of the same color as my lipstick. No button is buttoned up and my small bare chest seems to pop out from the piece of clothing, freely offered.

“Perfect! You’re perfect!” She says taking a step back to admire me. “Will you be able to walk without falling flat on your face?” She asks, suddenly worried.

The compliment goes straight to my heart. I feel beautiful… Desirable. I proudly tell her “I think it will be alright.” I have been to clubs with heels like that and I do not doubt my ability to move about dressed like this. Curiously, the indecency of my attire does not shock me.

She crouches at my feet and ties a small chain of about 30 centimeters at the most to my ankle bracelets. “You’ll have to take small steps if you don’t want to fall.”

Then picking up the handle of the leash, she asks me to open my mouth wide and takes out my soiled panties from the small pocket of her apron. “I can imagine you won’t like this but…” She shoves them between my lips with authority. The revulsion is more than I can bear; I take a sudden step back, almost falling when the chain holding my ankles gets taut.

She pulls sharply on the leash to bring me back closer to her. “Watch it, don’t force me to punish you,” she says, placing the underwear in front of my mouth again.

At the edge of disgust, I comply. My submission scares me. “It’s good Sandrine, Madame will be happy. Make sure that not matter what happens, you keep it in your mouth until she allows you to take it out.” This time, I must endure not only the smell but also the salty and bitter taste of my urine.

She spends a few moment putting my panties in place, making sure that the tiniest part of them can be seen escaping my lips. The humiliation makes the contradictory sentiments I feel in the deepest recess of my being worse. “The touchy part will be to not stain them with your lipstick.” The touchy part, that’s easy for her to say… It is clear she is not the one who has to submit to this humiliation… Although… She would probably love it.

The memory of the scars on her body makes me shiver. She locks my wrists behind my back and, without letting go of the leash, takes a few steps back to stare at me. Her eyes look up and down at me from head to toe as she admires her work with delight.

“I envy you,” she tells me. “You have a splendid body.” A tiny flame of jealousy shows up in her eyes as she looks at me. “Madame will adore you,” she adds with a hint of regret in her voice.

“Let’s go.” She turns on her heels and pulls me down the corridor. My walk is tenuous. I have to make sure I take very small steps, or else the small chain at my feet will make me lose my balance. The sound of our heels accompanied by the clicking of metal ring out in my ears.

Soon we pass by the shower room and slowly continue our progress along the endless corridor. A series of closed doors on either side of it makes me think of a hotel. When finally we reach the end, the difference in temperature gives me goose bumps. A glass double door that seems to act as an airlock opens automatically as we go on our way.

We are in an octagonal hall, roughly six meter wide with an impressively high ceiling. The walls entirely covered with mirrors give the room a remarkable illusion of vastness.

Lisette stops and looks at me through a mirror. “So what do you think of my work?” Looking dazed, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I already know to what degree the heels slim down my figure but it’s mostly my face that stunts me. This girl has talents that would make the best estheticians proud. Speechless, I move up to admire her work of art.

The pony tails make me look a few years younger and my hairless pubic area reminds me of my early teenage years. I look like a little girl that grew too quickly into adolescence. The discreet makeup enhances the blue of my eyes which contrast like never before with my jet black hair. Never have I found myself so desirable.

For an instant, I think about this television show that I watch from time to time and in which people get a “makeover”. The effect is striking. I understand better now the surprise they can feel when they see their new appearance. My pony tails remind me of the heroine of a television series of which I forget the name.

The coolness of the room make my nipples hurt, they are so stretched out. Or is it some excitement because, at the same time, a sneaky warmth grows between my legs.

With the help of all the mirrors, I can survey my small and round buttocks, enhanced by the black stockings. The leather collar around my neck, my small breasts with the nipples pointing up, the bounds that hold my ankles and my arms tied behind my back all give me a very perverse look.

For a moment, my eyes catch those of the little maid who looks at me with lust in her eyes. Only one thing wrong with this picture, my mouth is slightly misshapen by the panties sticking out a little between my lips without affecting my beauty whatsoever.

“Ok, that’s all nice and well…” With a slap on my butt, she puts an end to my daydreaming. “We can’t make Madame wait.”

And we resume our walk ahead and go through another glass door, located across the previous one, also automatically operated. A new corridor entirely covered with wall-to-wall carpet opens before us.

The residence is really huge. Expensive paintings all showing women in the nude, created by some of the greatest painters, decorate the walls, also richly covered with carpeting. Little by little, I get used to the new temperature. On the right, a brightness, almost blinding, illuminates the corridor. It is a vast reception hall dozens of square meters big, completely bordered by large bay windows overlooking a landscaped park. In the middle of the room, I catch sight of a gigantic table, long enough to welcome dozens of guests. Lisette’s boss must be a billionaire.

Little by little, I get used to my bounds, my walk has become more assured and I no longer fear falling down. Patiently, Lisette helps me forward until we reach the end of the T-shaped corridor. We turn right.

“Remember, only speak when questioned,” Lisette tells me. “When we are in front of her, wait on your knees, eyes to the ground. Watch out you don’t do anything to upset her.”

A few meters further, she quietly opens a door to the left and helps me enter in a new room nearly as vast as the previous one. It looks like a salon or a big office. It is furnished with great taste. To our right, four leather sofas at an angle make up a corner in the middle of which a pole goes up all the way to the ceiling. A pair of leather cuffs hangs from it, held by chains secured higher up. While on the left, a desk equipped with several computer screens regally sits. In front of the desk, several armchairs are spread out, as if they are expecting to receive clients.

“Here you are at last!” I jump. “We almost had to wait for you.” A red haired lady, with very short hair, gets up while calling out to us. Her attire, of the same leather as the sofa, prevented me from noticing her when I got here. “Madame is waiting for you by the pool, hurry up a little, you slow pokes.”

Confused by this welcome, I look at Lisette for guidance. She has lowered her eyes and has stiffened at the verbal assault. The bay windows are wide open and a light draft gives me goose bumps in spite of the summer temperature.

Lisette pulls harshly on my leash and draws me outside. Surprised by her gesture, I trip before regaining my balance with great difficulty.

“Lisette!” We both stop moving. “Nice work.”

“Thank you Christelle. I am happy it pleases you.” Without waiting for a reply, she pulls on my leash again and goes out on the terrace. After leading me a little further to the right, out of sight of this woman, she whispers in my ear: “That’s Christelle. That’s Madame’s driver and sometimes…” Her voice is so low that I have to lean forward to understand what she is saying. “Sometimes, she’s the one handing out the punishment… Beware of her, she can be a real bitch. She’s completely nuts. Once, she tortured me with a lighter. It was horrible, I had blisters for days. You’ll have to show her respect. Call her by her first name and never look at her in the eye…” The warning makes me shiver. We resume our walk.

The terrace leads to a grassy yard, perfectly mowed and entirely bordered by tall trees, hiding it from prying eyes. We walk along the house to take advantage of its shadow. The heat from the sun is torrid and Lisette has stepped up the pace a little. I struggle to keep up with her when we leave the solid surface of the terrace to cross the lawn and aim for a corner of the house.

****

Finally, we reach a new wing of the main structure, another shaded terrace overlooking a magnificent Olympic-size pool. I can make out three women lying down on the water’s edge. Madame is lying flat on her stomach, completely naked. Her body, astonishingly young with perfect curves, lies still, casually at the mercy of the caresses from the sun’s rays. Two young women, one brunette, the other blond, are kneeling at the foot of her long chair, also naked. Theirs eyes are blindfolded and each one is busy on one of her feet.

I do not understand right away what they are doing exactly but suddenly… My legs grow weak. For a moment, I have the feeling they’ll give out on me. The blood is draining from my face and I must do everything in my power not to collapse to the ground. These two young women are none other than my two friends: Syl and Ghis… They have their hands tied behind their backs and both are copiously, or I should say lovingly, licking the feet of Madame.

A small sound escapes from my mouth through the gag, quickly stifled by a harsh tug on my leash.

The little maid pulls the chain down towards the ground to remind me of my instructions. I kneel humbly while she lets go of me to get closer to her boss and whisper a few words in her ear.

The blonde lady does not even move. She seems to listen to the words of her servant without paying attention to them. Her report now completed, the aforementioned servant straightens up and moves to kneel on the other side of her Mistress, facing me. She has crossed her arms behind her back and looks down at the ground, a few centimeters in front of her knees. We wait for the good will of Madame in a religious silence interrupted by the chirping of the birds and the suction noises produced by my two buddies. This woman truly has a splendid body. Not an ounce of fat or trace of any loose skin can betray her age. Her muscular and round buttocks are fully and evenly tanned. She remains motionless, seemingly enjoying with delight the homage that Sylvie and Ghislaine pay to her feet so graciously offered.

We have to wait patiently this way for at least half an hour. The heat from the sun is difficult to bear. Beads of sweat trickle down my forehead and between my breasts and there is nothing I can do to stop it. My saliva, which a while back abundantly soaked my soiled panties, has now become a rare commodity in my mouth. A terrible thirst tortures me. After what seemed an eternity, Madame finally turns around, interrupting my two buddies. She looks at the time from a small alarm clock placed on the table beside her.

“It’s ok Lisette, you’re early. I hope you didn’t botch your task.” Her cold tone of voice implies a veiled threat. “Go fetch me refreshment please,” she says pointing to her empty glass.

“Very well Madame.”

“So what do we have here?”

I haven’t forgotten my instructions. I stare at the slabs of the terrace a few centimeters in front of me. That doesn’t prevent me from noticing the movements she makes to scrutinize me. “Keep going, girls, it was very pleasant.” I feel her eyes survey me from head to toe like a horse trader would with a new animal. My two buddies don’t have to be told a second time. They eagerly resume their humiliating task with unabated pleasure.

My mind is racing at full speed. How is it possible that the girls ended up in this situation? Are they here against their will? Are they partner in crime with this woman?

Next: The harem of Madame

"Well, that plan worked well," I thought as I made my way to the bathroom. All in all, putting my sweet wife through her paces with the help of my lesbian friend Jen had been an experience to remember.

After relieving myself, and cleaning myself up, I stole silently back into the bedroom. I expected to see both women still lying in the bed, but I was wrong. Suprisingly, Jen had Christie facedown on the bed and her hands behind her back. She was in the process of tieing them together with the leftover straps that had bound her wrists earlier to the corners of the bed. Leaning against the door frame, "hmmmm, what do we have here?" I wondered aloud.

"Oh, hi Jeremy," answered Jen. "I asked Christie is she wanted me to leave, or continue our little game. She wante to continue. Seems she likes us taking charge of her body. Funny, hugh? I guess she's a little bit of a submissive when it all comes down to it. Isn't that right you little whore? Tell your wonderful husband how you want us to use you this morning."

My normally reserved wife had a twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at me meekly and whispered something inaudible.

Jen smacked her on the ass, "Say it louder, slut!" I had never seen this side of Jen before, but seeing her this way, naked and holding Christie down was quite a sight.

"Yes, treat me like a slut... use me any way you like. I'm so turned on and horny and need to be fucked..."

Jen smiled a wicked smile, "Oh don't you worry you pretty little head, you're ours now to do with however we want."

Jen finished tying off Christie's wrists and pulled her off the bed roughly. Jen proceeded to tie her elbows together making her tits stick out. While pawing Christie's pert nipples, Jen asked me for a belt and I went back into my closet to fetch one. When I returned, I discovered that Jen had her fingers pumping in Christie's sweet pussy. Her right hand was going like crazy with her left hand holding Christie up by her neck. Christie was moaning and bucking against Jen's hand. When she saw my return, she stopped and pulled her fingers out. "Enough of that, my little play-toy," said Jen. "Time to put you to work."

Reaching out, she took the belt from me and fastened it around Christie's slender, white neck. Pulling it tight I saw Christie's eye's bulge slightly as Jen restricted her air just a bit. Tugging lightly, she led her out of the room and I was treated to the sight of two women's lovely asses swaying away from me. I didn't want to miss out on any of the fun, so I followed into the living room. Jen commanded Christie to, "stay" and came over to me. Giving me a peck on the cheek, she took my hand and said, "why don't you sit down on the couch, I have an idea."

Not wanting to break the spell that Jen was weaving, I sat down and watched her go back to Christie. "you know, I think that your wonderful husband has put up with a lot from you. Come on over here and let's be nice to him for a change for all he's done." She tugged on Christie's leash and led her back to me. It quickly became obvious what she had in mind when she pulled Christie to her knees and pulled her head down to my lap. Christie opened up her soft, sensual mouth and began to tongue my cock which was limp from the earlier orgasm. "I'll be right back," said Jen as she straightened up, "mind if I borrow your phone?"

"No, go right ahead," I answered. She walked away and again I had to admire the way her taught body moved. Ripples of muscle just barely discernable beneath her young flesh moved in a perfect union with her sexy walk. "Damn, too bad she's not into guys" I thought for the millionth time. By this time, Christie still hadn't been able to work my soft penis into her eager mouth. I took her face into my hands and helped guide her. I guess I wasn't that old after all, because I felt that familiar tightness began to grown between my legs as I started to get hard again. I was enjoying the sensation she was creating in my groin and lay back to let her work on me. She was putting the tip of my hardon just inside her mouth and running her tongue along my shaft.

Several minutes passed. "Hell girl, is that the best you can do?" said Jen from the doorway. I hadn't heard her use the phone but it couldn't have been too long of a conversation. I wonder whom she called. Christie looked up and Jen came over quickly. Grabbing her neck by the belt that encircled it, she pulled back her head and hissed at her, "No wonder Jeremy isn't all that happy with your performance in the bedroom. You got to put some effort into your cocksucking. That dick ain't going to suck itself, now get to work!" With that she put both hands on Christie's head and pushed it down over my dick which was now standing straight and tall, pointing at the ceiling. I gasped as I felt it go all the way to the back of her throat, something she hasn't ever done before. Christie's eyes grew wide and she gagged as Jen forced my cock deeper into her throat than ever before. Jen then pulled her up just to repeat the process again, and again. Christie's head was now bobbing up and down on me like a piston creating the most wonderful sensations. She tried to protest, but only unintelligble grunts escaped from around my prick.

"Little sluts don't get to talk," said Jen. "Little sluts suck dick and lick pussy; and if they do a good job then they're rewarded. Maybe you didn't realize it when you agreed to be my little whore, but this is just the beginning. Now make your husband cum in your mouth and you better suck him dry. Good little sluts don't spill a drop!"

I was writhing on the couch as Jen continued to pound Christie's head over my engorged cock. Her eyes were watering as she struggled not to gag with my shaft deep into her throat. She was thrashing back and forth, but between her hands being tied, and Jen holding her head; she was helpless to keep my engorged member from strangling her.

Watching Jen's naked body pressed against Christie's, I finally couldn't take it and arching my back I felt my jism begin to flow. With a pounding creshendo, my sperm pulsed from my dick in to my wife's waiting mouth. With Jen forcing her head down, she gagged on my spew, coughing and sputtering away. Jen was watching all this with a smile on her lean, sculpured face as my sperm leaked out from around Christie's lips and down my crouch. Spent, I lay back, my dick pulsing out it's last drops as Christie sucked air into her lungs.

"That was pitiful, worst cock-sucking from a little slut that I've ever saw," observed Jen. "I was going to be nice to you, but not now. Up girl, time to move you." She pulled Christie to her feet and yanking on the belt around her neck, led her into the dining room. For the second time that morning I stumbled to the bathroom to clean up and catch my breath.

When I came out after several minutes I went into the dining room to find that Jen had now put Christie on the dining room table. She was stretched out across it, with the ties that used to bind her arms now holding her fast to the big round table, spread eagled in all her naked glory. The table was just big enough to accomodate her from end to end. Her wrists were tied to one end while her feet just reaching the end of the table. Christie turned her head to me and I saw that Jen had just finished putting on the finishing touches, a wide swath of duck tape sealed her lips. "She was starting to complain, so I figured she had already proved she didn't know how to use her mouth and I sealed it for her," mentioned Jen.

Just then the doorbell rang. My head jerked to the front door, shocked. Jen stood up, "that must be my roomate. I called her and asked her over. I also asked her to stop and pick up some whipped cream. We're going to make your darling wife into a sundae for all of us to feast on!"

Christie's eyes grew wide and she looked at me with a wild apprehensive look.

Ooh, I could see that I was going to have to call in sick today ~

As I sat there, stunned, Jen finished tying Christie down to the dining room table and went to the front door. Opening it up, she let in her roomate. She turned out to be a tall, skinny woman with straight, short, red hair. "Hi Diana," Jen said giving her a quick kiss, glad you were able to make it.

Stepping into the dining room Diana took in the tableu with a smile. She was obviously briefed on the phone by Jen, as she was nonplussed, "hmmmm, looks like you're having a fun time, I'm glad you called me dear. I guess I got here right on time..."

"Impeccable timing as always," remarked Jen, "did you pick up the things I asked?"

Diana shook the bag she was carrying, "oh yea, and some other things that I thought you might want as well. Do you plan to introduce me to your friends?"

Jen turned to me and said, "This is my favorite pilot, Jeremy, and the object on display is his little slut for a wife, Christie."

I rose and went over to Diana and offered her my hand. "It's a pleasure." I found it supremely interesting how little I was taken aback by the scene. Me and Jen having a casual conversation, being introduced to her roommate. However, we were completely naked and Christie meanwhile was writhing on the table, buck naked, tied in a spread-eagle position, and gagged with duct-tape. Oh well, just another interesting day I suppose.

Diana shook my hand and then looked over to Christie wriggling on the table, "oh, don't bother to get up, dear." Then she opened her bag and brought out a tub of cool whip and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Handing these to Jen she said, "I'll be right back, mind if I use your bathroom, Jer?"

I nodded my consent and looked to Jen who had taken the top off the coolwhip and was started to spread it over Christie's body. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or the cold, because Christie was twitching beneath Jen's long fingers. Her eyes were still wide open and she was making muffled sounds against her gag, all to no avail. Jen proceeded to cover most of her exposed skin, paying special attention to her pert nipples and her soft flesh between her spread legs.

"Can I help?" I asked Jen.

"You can put on the finishing touches," she said handing me the chocolate syrup. I opened the cap and proceeded to drizzle dark syrup over her. I took my time pretending she was some outlandish dessert, making small swirls over her exposed breasts. I trailed sticky syrup down each limb and made a puddle in her pussy. I loved the way the chocolate oozed down her supple skin, making dark lines. Having her sensuously slide her body on the table only added to the fun.

About this time I heard footsteps and saw Jen's roommate, Diana, returning. She had stripped off her clothes and joined us in her birthday suit. "I thought you had the right idea, and besides, I don't want to make a mess of my clothes." I admired her fine body. She was tall, about 5 foot 10, and lean; she had no flab anywhere. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were nice and pert. Her legs were long and trim as well. I had to admit that Jen had very good taste in women! She eyed Christie wiggling on the table, "Is our dessert ready yet?"

"I think so," observed Jen. "Why don't we all dig in?"

With that all three of us moved to the table where my lovely wife was tied helpless and looking like a giant sundae. Her tan skin was covered in white cream while the dark chocolate set the peaks and valleys of her form off in nice relief. I started to lick the whipped cream off her legs. It was very tasty. It must have tickled, because Christie began to thrash across the table and only the tight bonds kept her from escaping. I slowly licked my way up until I found myself at her wet pussy. Despite being used like this, she must have found it higly exciting, because her juices were flowing steadily. I loved the way the combination of tastes assaulted my senses, her pussy, the cream and the chocolate. Yummmm!

I took a break for a moment and looked up. Jen and Diana had gone on either side of the table and had met in the middle. Each had one of Christie's tits in her mouth and were sucking and licking with abandon. Whipped cream and chocolate were now all over their faces and hands. Then they looked up and began to lick the icing off each other's faces as well. What a sight it was, the two lovely women with icing and chocolate all over themselves deep kissing over my wife's naked, bound, heaving body. And heaving it was. Obviously my tonguing her pussy and the girls sucking her tits were causing all sorts of sensations in her. She was thrashing about as much as her ties would allow. I could see her pussy lips opening up and engorged beneath my face. Her chest was heaving trying to take in more air and a constant series of noises were being made behind her taped lips.

As I bent back down to continue my lapping of Christie's tight little cunt, Jen put her hand out to stop me. She explained to Diana who also gave her a quizical look, "She was a bad little whore earlier... couldn't even do a decent job of sucking Jeremy's cock. I don't think she deserves an orgasm yet."

Diana smiled with a sly grin playing over her thin, sensual lips. "Well, I also brought something else with me." She picked up the bag the used to contain the whipped cream and chocolate syrup. She reached deep inside it and pulled out something purple.

Jen smiled and said, "Aha, you think of everything dear. Our favorite toy, let me put it on."

"Oh no," smiled Diana, "you've been having fun all morning. It's my turn... you are just so greedy at times!"

"Ok, you're right. Let me help you at least." And so saying, Jen took the purple toy from Diana and they went to the same side of the table. Now I could see that it looked like the purple toy was in fact a ten inch long rubber dildo. Not only that, but it had a harness attached. "Aha, a strap-on," I said. "I've never seen one in the flesh before... or should I say, In the rubber." This illicited a chuckle from the women. Smiling, Diana positioned the base to her midsection, just above her pussy which I now noticed had a small patch of red hair. I guess the drapes matched the curtain. Jen then attached the black straps around her waist, and around each firm thigh. After pulling the cinches tight, the rubber dick poked straight out from between Diana's long legs. Seeing her standing there in all her glory, with a large phallus sticking out, was an incredibly erotic sight.

While Diana made some last adjustments to their toy, Jen went and untied Christie's hands from the table. Motioning to me, I untied her legs and held them as we flipped her over onto her stomach. Either she was spent from the tongue-lashing, or just was resigned to being a piece of meat at our mercy, because Christie didn't fight us at all. Jen then retied her hands together behind her back and we pulled her off the wet, sticky table.

We led her to the kitchen and I had to smile at the strange sight it was. Jen, naked and sexy, leading my captive wife who was still covered with half-eaten whipped cream and chocolate. I followed with Diana, both of us sporting large erections, only her's was bigger than mine and more purple. It was an amazing, sexy, erotic parade through my normally tame house.

When we got to the kitchen, Jen pulled out one of the bar stools and pushed Christie over it face down. Her tummy resting on the seat, she then tied her legs to the stools legs. "Have at her, sweetie, she's all yours!" Jen said to her roomate, spanking Christie's ass-cheeks loudly.

"You are so thoughtful. You remembered my favorite position," Diana smiled as she moved up behind Christie who had raised her torso as far as it could while trying to look behind her. Christie's eyes were wide as Diana took her long dildo in her hand and positioned it against Christie's swollen lips. Wiggling forward she fed that monster into her gaping pussy with a single hard thrust. My helpless wife yelled against her gag and arched her back, only to fall forward once Diana had finished the invasion of her innermost flesh. Diana put her hands on Christie's hips and began to thrust that purple monster repeatedly.

Pulling her up by her hair Jen said, "Okay whore. Last time you did a really piss-poor performance sucking Jeremy off, so I'll give you one more chance. Do a good job and don't spill a drop or you know what will happen, don't you?"

Christie just mumbled something, but she nodded her head as best she could. Jen took the duct tape and ripped it off Christie's mouth savagely. Still hard, I moved to my wife's head and raised it with my hands. She obediently opened her mouth and took my shaft into her eager throat. Diana was still going to town with her purple invader buried to the hilt and her hips thrusting it vigorously. Christie was in the middle of a vigorous game of push-me, pull-you. She was again gagging on my meat, but tried her best to give me a decent blow job.

Meanwhile, Jen moved around to Diana and began to kiss her hard on the lips. They were locked together in a furious embrace, while Diana continued her onslaught of Christie's pussy. One of Diana's hands was now feeling Jen up while the other was holding onto Christie's bound wrists. Every time she thrust that huge purple toy into my wife's snatch, it jammed my prick deep into the innermost recesses of her throat. Oh my god, I couldn't believe that I was going to come again... three times in one morning. I could feel that familiar pressure growing deep within my balls as they tightened up.

I think Christie was cumming now, because she was thrashing as much as she could, tied and bent over the stool; while being simultaneously penetrated hard from both ends. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and using her ears like handlebars, I plunged my hard member as far as it would go. Hitting the back of her throat, I unleashed my fluid into her mouth.

Arching my back and straining for all I was worth, I let loose a cry and gave a few more mighty pumps of my hips. I could feel my seed shoot from my rod into Christie's throat, but my helpless wife couldn't take it all and began to cough and sputter. I pulled out and basically fell backwards onto the floor. Christie was slumped over the stool, my cum dripping down out of her mouth across her lips.

Stretching back, feeling the immense waves of satisfaction roll through me, I looked up as Jen moved over to squat down next to Christie's face. Putting her hand under her chin she raised her face to look straight into her eyes. "Dear, you really aren't very good at cock-sucking, are you? I guess we'll have to keep this up until you can get it right."

As Jen moved around to take the strap-on from Diana, and start buckling it in place; Christie just went limp over the bar stool.

Author's Note:

I received so many requests for a sequel to my "maid to serve" story that I finally got my sub to draft another addition. With some work on my part, I think it serves as a worthy continuation of that fateful day.

~DW

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I just lay back on the kitchen floor and took in the view. Wendy's long, lithe body was sexy as hell as she stepped into the harness of the strap on. Pulling it slowly up her long legs, she looked at me and gave me a wink and an evil grin. "Looks like Christie isn't really worthy of you, Jeremy. At least not as a wife, maybe we should just train her to be your pet instead."

After buckling the long purple dildo firmly in place she went around Sue who was leaning against the counter. Sue obviously had been fucking Christie hard as she was winded, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on sexy frame. I could see a drop of it hanging on the underside of one of her large firm breasts, and had a strong desire to go up to her and lick it off. However, I was still spent from my latest orgasm so decided I could wait a minute to sample her delicious fruit.

Wendy rooted around for a minute in the kitchen and with a "aha" found what she was looking for. I saw what it was as she returned to Christie and displayed a roll of saran wrap in her hand. I admit, I was perplexed to what devious scheme she was hatching now. I didn't have long to wait as she got back to my bound wife and undid the ties around her ankles keeping her bent over the bar stool. "Hey, Sue, give me a hand here, won't you," asked Wendy. "Help me put this bitch on her back, I know just what to do with her."

Sue had been watching with a dazed expression, but went over to the other two ladies. With her help, Wendy pulled Christie up off the bar stool, then laid her onto the kitchen floor on her back. I guess she was even more resigned to being totally abused as she didn't fight it at all, her only reaction to shake her head and give a low mewling sound. Wendy took her right leg, bent it at the knee until her ankle was up against her backside and asked Sue to hold it in place. Once it was there, she took the saran wrap and began to wrap it around Christie's leg effectively binding it in place. She then had Sue hold her left leg in the same position and similarly wrapped it. Christie was now on her back, with both legs bent in half.

"Ok, now roll her over on her side, I need to untie her wrists."

Sue shook her head in a bemused way, "Just what are you up to, you deviant thing?"

Wendy laughed in a sinister way, "Oh, just wait, I think you both will like this. As for this bitch, she'll get what she deserves..."

Once Christie's hands were free, Wendy bent her right hand at the elbow and put her hand against her shoulder, and just like her legs began to wrap it up tightly. From wrist to elbow, Christie was wrapped tightly, the saran wrap glistening in the light. Wendy then bent her left arm in a similar way. I guess she realized her predicament, because for a second she began to try to resist. She pulled against Wendy. That was a mistake because Wendy slapped her across her face, and straddled her. She pinched both of Christie's nipples hard causing her to cry out. "If you make this difficult for me, I will make it doubly difficult for you, and a LOT more painful," Wendy said in a stern, domineering tone, looking directly into her eyes. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"yea.... yes..."

Wendy pinched her nipples harder eliciting another cry, "Wrong, bitch, the proper response is, 'yes, Mistress'. Try it again."

Christie had tears in her eyes, "yes Mistress."

"Remember that," scolded Wendy as she wrapped up Christie's last free limb. When she was finished she moved forward to sit on Christie's chest. Pulling her head up by her hair she took the dildo strapped against her waist and put it against Christie's mouth. Looking over her shoulder at me she grinned, "I envy you men in this. The sensation of power as you face fuck your wife must be amazing. I love the feeling of having this hard cock invading someone's flesh, especially against their will."

She then proceeded to force Christie give her a blowjob. I heard some slobbering noises but was blocked by Wendy's firm ass from fully seeing the action. With great effort I pulled myself upright and moved around them. Not that seeing Wendy's ass was a bad thing, not in the slightest. I just wanted to see what she was doing. Christie was gagging on the purple strap on as Wendy was thrusting it into her mouth. "See, slut, we'll keep doing this as long as it takes until you can learn to be a good cocksucker for Jeremy. However, until then you are only good enough to be trained to be my bitch."

I looked over at Sue who was again leaning against the counter, her elbows down, and her head in her hands. She was looking at Wendy dominating my wife with a glazed, lust-filled expression. I went over to her and sated my earlier desire by taking her breast in my hand and licked the sweet nectar off of it. She moaned and caressed my head.

After a minute of being lost in succulent pleasure of Sue's tits, I felt a hand on my ass, smacking it hard. "I can see you are having fun stud, but I need Sue to fetch the rest of the toys, please."

Sue nodded reluctantly yes, and left the room. Wendy moved up against me and kissed me hard. Her had traveled down my chest to grab my crouch. She pulled away, and put the dildo against my cock, "Mines bigger," she whispered softly into my ear when Sue returned.

Reaching into the bag Wendy pulled out a long red and black leash. Handing it to me she said, "I think Christie has proven she isn't up to being a good cocksucker, so I will start training her to be a proper bitch instead. Since she already is wearing your belt as a collar, why don't you do the honors of leashing her for the first time, Jeremy. It won't be her last, I assure you."

"With pleasure," I replied attaching the long leather leash to the belt that was around Christie's slender neck.

"Since you've proven you don't know how to use your mouth for anything useful, no sense in letting you use it," said Wendy bending down to put duct tape across Christie's mouth for good measure. Then taking the end of the leash from me, she gave Christie a tap with her toe, "Over now. Time to be the doggy that you are and I'll take you for a walk like a good mistress."

I watch rapt as Christie struggled and finally turned over. She was balanced on her knees and elbows, the rest of her limbs useless; wrapped tightly as they were. Wendy gave the leash a tug and Christie moaned, struggling to find a way to crawl after her as she was led out of the kitchen.

Sue came back over to me, and kissed my neck. Nuzzling up to my ear she said, "Wen has always wanted to do that."

I looked at her, "Really, and how do you know Wendy?"

"Her and I shared a room at college one year. After getting to know her, after too many drinks one night she told me about her dark goddess, and how much she likes to let her come out and play. You better be careful, she doesn't play nice..."

With this thought in my head, Sue led me to the living room and we started to caress and kiss each other. She had amazing soft skin, wet from perspiration and leftover chocolate syrup. I began to get excited one more time, and felt a stirring in my loins that surprised me. I still couldn't believe my good fortune on how amazing this day was turning out to be!

I heard a sound and saw Wendy coming back around the corner leading my helpless wife in tow. Wendy gave the leash a tug saying, "Hurry up, bitch. You're as slow as a wet week, but I may have one use for you yet. Go ahead and lay back down, Jeremy."

I did as directed wondering what she had planned. I had the most sensual sight from the floor of Christie slowly being led, one labored step at a time, over to me. "Climb on top of him, slut. Even if your mouth isn't good for anything, you have other holes that we can make use of."

Christie slithered on top of me, sweat, chocolate and whipped cream all mingled together until she lay prone across me. Her limbs unable to do more than flail against my sides. I felt Wendy's firm hand reach down and grasp my hardening dick and position it against Christie's pussy, still hot and wet. I grabbed her by her hair and pushed her lower until my cock slid into her snatch once more. She moaned and her head dropped across my chest. Oh damn, that felt good!

"Ok, my turn now," said Wendy as she kneeled behind Christie, "you three can't be the only ones having fun". I could see her spread Christie's ass with one hand and move up behind her. Then I felt Christie's pussy tighten and spasm around my dick. Her head arched up and a cry tried to force itself out from behind her taped lips. "Oh, her asshole is awfully tight, Jeremy. You obviously don't fuck her up the ass on a regular basis."

I shook my head no, but was again lost in the sensations. I could feel the strap-on forcing its way deep into my wife's rear. Christie tried to slither away, but I held her in place with both hands in her hair now. My cock was separated from Wendy's strap-on by only a thin wall of flesh between Christie's pussy and her ass. I could feel it pushing against my rock hard cock as Wendy started to thrust. She wasn't gentle at all, but forced that long, dildo into Christie's tight backside. Wendy leaned over and began to fuck her hard, both hands on her hips now, thrusting that purple invader deep inside her butt. Growing more savage by the second, Wendy growled, "Shit yea, take my strap-on up your ass. Fuck yea, bitch. Take that DP."

The tight pussy encasing my cock, as well as the feel of Wendy's dildo pushing against it was amazing. The feelings were sexual beyond belief and I was moaning now loudly in time with the others. Wendy was grunting with every powerful thrust and Christie was trying to thrash about, sandwiched between us, fucked hard in both holes. Looking over at Sue, I saw her taking photos on her phone, a glazed expression played across her pretty face.

Wendy lay across Christie and I felt her full weight. She stretched her slender body further over and grabbed my hair in her hand. Raising my head up, she kissed me hard and said, "Some day soon, my sexy stud, I will use this strap-on in you. I will not be gentle, and not only will you enjoy it, but I will get you to love being taken by it, a whore for my dildo."

That sent me over the edge and for the fourth time today I felt my whole being focused on my cock. I don't know if I had any fluid left, but I came anyway. I cried out, and shuddered. Holding tightly to both women on top of me, I spewed what load was left into Christie one last time. I could feel Wendy's dildo pounding Christie's ass hard, helping milk my cock of the last few drops in it. Christie, trapped between the two of us fucking her was thrashing her useless limbs against my body. I couldn't tell if she was in pain, or ecstasy, but at this point I didn't care.

With one guttural grunt Wendy thrust her strap-on as deep as it could go into my wife's asshole. I could see Christie's eyes bug out of her head with such a deep invasion, Wendy obviously was hitting spots my dick never did. Wendy then stopped and just held herself inside Christie. Shaking her long hair from her face, sweat was starting to drip off her amazing body. "Oh that was fine!" she said, "but it looks like you are spent, Jeremy."

"Oh, I am. I can't believe you got me to cum again."

"Well good. It's about time this slut of yours did something worthy of you. But I'm not close to being done yet, and I haven't cum since this morning. Hey Sue, think we can come up with a way for both of us to get off using Christie while Jeremy watches?"

Sue put down her camera and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm sure we could."

--- The End

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