Neighbor Slut (Making of Slave) - Copied

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Chapter 1: Before My Life Went Sideways


"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Damnit! How did I get in this predicament? Fuck! I was stuck good now. I had been trying for half an hour to get free with no luck. Shit, I was going to be late. I couldn't even see what the problem was, much less do anything about fixing it. Well, shit! After another half an hour of fruitless struggling and trying to think of any way out of the problem, I finally gave up and did the unthinkable. Fuck, this was going to be humiliating.

"Siri, call Becky."

So, I should probably begin her by telling you a bit about myself and my life before. By name is Laura. I'm 30-years old, and I have my own very successful computer consulting business. I have a Masters in Computer science and an MBA in business. Yeah, I'm really smart (academically, otherwise? Judge for yourself). I am mostly able to work remotely (i.e. from home) and whatever hours I want. That works very well for me. It also happens to work out very well for others too. As I said, I'm 30-years old, never married, and have had a few boyfriends, but none currently. Nope, never fooled around with girls -- even while in college. In truth, I'm pretty much a shy introverted nerd. I kept to myself and focused on school in college. Sure, I had a couple of boyfriends and dated a bit, but I really never was very social. I had a couple of close friends, and I was happy with that. I wasn't a virgin, but I was also far from being a slut.

Now, you are probably wondering about what I look like. I'm 5'7" tall. I have wavy copper colored hair that I goes down to the middle of my back and green eyes. I work out pretty much every day, because it relieves the mental stress that I get from working at my career. I'm what most people would call curvy. My legs are strong and toned from riding my stationary bike and mountain bike when the weather is nice. I do sit-ups and crunches to keep my stomach flat, narrow, and toned. Swimming laps in either my backyard pool during the summer or at the indoor pool at my gym a few times a week also helps my over-all conditioning. I also really like the way my ass looks. My hips are naturally wide so my ass isn't small, but it is nice, firm and round. Many people have also complemented me on my beautiful face, although I personally don't really think that it's anything spectacular. My nose is slim and small, with a smattering of freckles over the bridge. I have high cheekbones, dimples when I smile, full, straight, white teeth, and rather full red lips. As stated earlier, my eyes are a deep green, and I have naturally long lashes. Yes, I have attracted a lot of attention from the boys (and apparently more than a few girls).

Ok. I imagine that you are wondering about why I haven't mentioned my breasts. So, you've probably heard that saying about 'more than a mouthful is a waste'. If that's true, I could probably fill up a landfill. I have a really hard time buying bras, especially ones that can adequately support the set of 40-Es bolted to my chest. Yes, they are natural. You may have noted earlier when I mentioned working out that I talked about bicycles, but not running. There's a reason for that. I used to enjoy running. That is, until these ginormous masses of flesh sprung up. I remember the exact day that I quit running and switched over to cycling and swimming for my cardio workouts. I had been concentrating on school for quite a while and not really working out. So, for the first time in over a year, I decided to go to the gym. I put on a nice set of leggings and my most supportive sports bra. It was early evening, so the gym was pretty active with guys and girls just off from work. After stretching out, I began my regular work-out on the weight machines. Yeah, I was getting a lot of attention during my work-out. After a rather rigorous work-out, I made my way over to the treadmills for a bit of cardio. Please keep in mind that the last time I had used a treadmill, my tits were much smaller.

I really did not expect what happened next. I only lasted about two minutes before I couldn't take the damage that my uncontrollable knockers caused as they began to flail about. Two black eyes, a broken nose, both feet broken, a broken leg, concussion, broken jaw, three cracked ribs, and a hard kick to the balls. Oh, I wasn't injured. The injuries were the result of the guy next to me suddenly stopping running and falling on his machine flat on his face. He had the broken jaw and nose. Two other guys got punched in the eyes by their girlfriends as they stared at me. Another guy dropped his weights on his feet. Someone using the bench press suddenly dropped the bar on his chest, resulting in the cracked ribs, one girl lost her concentration and broke her leg on the leg-lift. Not sure what happened next, but a guy ended up on the floor knocked out with a concussion. And, last but not least, another guy got kicked in his balls by his jealous boyfriend. I have not been back to that gym since.

As I mentioned before, I was pretty successful (Read $u₵₵e$$ful) with my consulting -- as well as my investments. I was able to buy a nice house in a quiet cul-de-sac in one of the nicer areas of town. Most of the women were stay-at-home wives and moms. My next-door neighbor, and best friend Becky, was a lot like me in that she also owned her own consulting business. Hers was in accounting, and she also worked mainly from home. We all got along very well, and usually all the women would get together a few times a week for coffee and visiting in the mornings.

I should mention a bit about Becky here. Becky is a very outgoing and brash woman. She's a couple of years older than me, but still in great shape. She has shiny black, almost bluish, hair that she keeps at shoulder length. She always wears nice dresses or tight jeans whenever she goes out. Her tops always seem to accentuate her 34-C breasts. Becky isn't as curvy as me, but she has a slim waist and a nice ass. Her legs are long, lean, and tan. She became the unofficial 'leader' of our little neighborhood women's coffee group. Her 5'6" height is normally increased by the 3 to 4-inch heels she normally wears. While she is my best friend, and we get together quite often in the evenings for a glass of wine, we really never discuss much about our private lives. She had asked the occasional question about my dating life, but never really delves much deeper than casual comments. To tell the truth, I really don't know anything about her dating life either.

So, that's all well and good, but how did I end up in this predicament? That's a bit more complicated.

To start with, I am not a virgin. I have had sex with a few guys, and I found that I do quite enjoy it. I discovered with my third boyfriend that I especially enjoyed it when he kind of took control. There was one time when he was taking me doggie style and pinned my arms to my back. Holy Shit! The loss of control as he pinned my arms back set me off like a rocket. Unfortunately, I caught him with another girl less than a week later and kicked him to the curb.

My next boyfriend was rather reserved and sex was pretty vanilla. That was far from the only reason, but we didn't last that long. The guy after that, though, liked to experiment a bit. We did a bit of bondage, anal (which I discovered I really loved), and some other things. I liked it quite a bit. I also discovered that I tended to get off on a bit of humiliation and minor pain as well. Unfortunately, he began pushing me into areas that I was really uncomfortable with. We broke up when he tried to get me into water sports (for those unfamiliar or thinking of something like Water Polo, look it up on a kinky website).

So, here I was. I had just turned thirty, no boyfriend, not at all into one-night-stands, and alone. Sure, I had a decent collection of toys, but there was something missing. I was mostly able to keep my urges in control by watching porn and reading erotic stories on-line. I had read one particular story about a woman who had gotten her nipples and clit pierced, and that seemed to strike a chord with me. I decided to do that for myself to celebrate my 30th birthday. I got one-inch rings in both nipples and my clit. I also got a thin chain to connect between my nipple rings and a tiny bell that I could clip to my clit ring. After watching a video where a woman was led around by a leach connected to her tits, I purchased a three-foot long chain that I could connect to the chain between my nipples. I discovered that the piercings really made my already very sensitive nipples and clit even more sensitive. I could almost orgasm just from playing with my nipples.

Chapter 2: Self Bondage Gone Wrong.

During a rather boring evening with nothing interesting on the TV, I stumbled across a website on self-bondage. WOW! I immediately began researching that. There were all sorts of accessories and tips for binding yourself and how to do it safely. There were also directions for how to set things up so you could only release yourself after a certain time period. I found all this fascinating. I practically wore out one of my vibrators over the next week as I was going through all the information. I finally decided to order a few things and began to plan my own self-bondage.

Over the next few months, I would bind myself in different predicaments a couple of times a week. I experimented a bit more as my confidence in my techniques grew. I began incorporating some of my toys as well. Occasionally, I would use either a cane or flogger on my tits and ass before my bondage. I would sometimes tie a vibrator to my pussy or ass. Sometimes, I stuck a dildo with a suction cup to the table and fucked myself while bound. One of the first things I bought was a timed lock. I could set it, use it in my bindings, and it would automatically release after the set period of time. That was much safer than accidently dropping a key under a piece of furniture and not being able to retrieve it.

I need to put in a caution here for any person that wishes to attempt self-bondage. The better and more conscientious sites all stress safety. This is a very important point, because things can go wrong. One of the things that is strongly recommended is to let someone know what is happening and to check on you after a certain period of time, unless you contact them and let them know that everything is OK. Yes, it is a bit embarrassing to tell someone that you have a certain kink, but it could save a lot of misunderstandings later. It could also save your life if you can't get out and no one will check up on you far a week or so. I wish that I had done that. Perhaps I would have discovered someone else's secret and avoided everything that happened later.

So, it was a Friday morning. I had eaten breakfast, had my coffee, and dressed up for an hour of fun. I wasn't supposed to be over at Becky's for a couple more hours for coffee and gossip, so I decided to play a bit. First off, I decided to dress up for it. I had put on a bit of make-up and brushed my hair. I left my hair down and flowing down my back. Next, I put on a red and black leather corset that supported the bottoms of my tits but left my nipples free. It also had garter straps sewn in. Next up, black seamed silk stockings, 6-inch heels, ankle cuffs, and an 18-inch hobble chain between the ankle cuffs. I wanted a little anal play, so I got out my anal hook, put it in with some lube, and tied the ring to the strings at the bottom of the coreset. Of course, I connected my titty chains to my nipple rings, as well as my bell to my clit ring. I picked up my suction cup dildo, two vibrators, wrist cuffs, and my time lock and went into the livingroom.

OK. This is where things began to go wrong. I stuck the dildo to the top at the edge of the coffee table, then taped one of the vibrators to the edge of the table with just enough over the top to stimulate my clit when I was fully impaled on the dildo. I took the second vibrator and attached it to my anal hook to stimulate my ass. I decided to go a bit further than normal and connect my titty leash to the table to prevent me from being able to get off the dildo. By this time, one vibrator was buzzing my clit, another on my ass, and I was fully impaled on the dildo. Thankfully, I was still composed enough to have my phone right behind me on the table. My last act was to set the time lock for 30-minutes before locking my wrists behind my back.

HOLY SHIT! What a ride! I pretty much lost count of the orgasms over the next hour. Wait a minute. Hour????? WTF??? I set it for 30-minutes! Yep. Looking at the clock, I saw that it had been an hour. Nope. The lock had not released. "What the hell?" I said to myself. At least I was able to reach down and shut off the vibrator attached to my anal hook. I also managed to lift myself enough to get away from the vibrator attacking my clit. Still couldn't get off the dildo, though.

So, now we are at the beginning of this sad tale (or, as I was about to find out -- my sad tail).

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Damnit! How did I get in this predicament? Fuck! I was stuck good now. I had been trying for half an hour to get free with no luck. Shit, I was going to be late. I couldn't even see what the problem was, much less do anything about fixing it. Well, shit! After another half an hour of fruitless struggling and trying to think of any way out of the problem, I finally gave up and did the unthinkable. Fuck, this was going to be humiliating. I managed to press the button on my phone that was right behind me.

"Siri, call Becky."

Three rings later. "Laura. What's up? Thought you would be here by now. You aren't calling to cancel, are you?"

"No, Becky. I'm not. Uuummm, I've got a bit of a problem right now, and I really need some help. I need you to do a couple of quick things for me. It shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes, but I'm really in a bind (Yep. Literally) right now. It's kind of an emergency."

"Of course, Sweetheart. You know that I would do anything to help you. What do you need me to do? The girls aren't due for about half an hour yet, so It's no problem."

"Thanks, Beck. You are literally a lifesaver. I need you to come over here. The door is locked, and I can't get to it right now, so just use the spare key. And Beck......"

"Yes?"

"Uuuummm. Please don't freak out."

"Now you've got me curious. Why would I freak out?"

"Please, Becky. Just come over quickly and don't freak out when you come in."

"OK. Be right there. This should be interesting, to say the least."

A couple of minutes later, I heard a key in the front door just before it opened. I could hear the clack of Becky's heels as she crossed the hardwood floor into the room.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems as though my quiet, shy neighbor has a bit of a kinky side to her."

"Beck, please help me here. I don't know what happened, but the time lock didn't open. I set it for 30-minutes, but that was an hour and a half ago. Help me get out of this, and we will just pretend that this never happened. Please."

"Hmmm. Let's see what the issue is. Nice jewelry, by the way." I gasped as she took the opportunity to flick one of my nipple rings as she leaned over to look at my back.

"Aah. I see the problem. Apparently, you mistakenly set it for the wrong time increment. You have it set for hours, not minutes."

"I SET IT FOR 30 HOURS???? Shit! OK. At least you're here now and can set me free."

"Yeah, Laura. I'm here now." For some reason, I had a bad feeling with the tone she used. The evil smirk she had when she stood back up and looked at me didn't help that feeling.

"You know, Laura, I think that we should keep this as a memory. After all, we are best friends. We should document this as a point where our friendship became -- shall we say -- stronger."

"Document?" That really didn't sound good.

"Yes. Document." She responded as she pulled out her phone.
"Becky. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to document this moment as the moment that our relationship changed forever, silly." With that, she turned the back of her phone to me and I began hearing the clicks as she took several photos.

"Becky! Stop! Don't take pictures. Just help me get out of this!"

"Oh. Look at the time. The girls will be at my place any time now. Hey! I have an idea. Since we don't have enough time to get you untied and cleaned up. I think that we should move our morning coffee here today."

"Oh, God. No. Please Becky. You're my best friend. Don't do this to me."

"Oh, no. I'm much more than your best friend now Sweetheart. We are about to be a lot more than friends." She whispered as she stared into my eyes. "Now. Stay right there. I'll be right back." She said as she walked towards my bedroom.

I was close to having a panic attack as I realized that I had left my toy box open on top of my bed. Sure enough. She returned a couple minutes later carrying a few items she had found.

"Now. First off, I need to make a few phone calls, and I don't need you whining while I am on the phone." She told me as she stuffed a ball gag in my mouth.

She then removed the vibrator from the edge of the table and told me to sit down and make myself comfortable. I was kind of thankful for that, since my legs were beginning to cramp from the squat that I had been in. I then watched in terror as she made a few phone calls to the other neighbor women to reschedule for an hour later and at my house.

"OK. All set. Now, let's take a look at what I've got to work with here." Thankfully, she finally unhooked my leash from the table and allowed me to stand up. Unfortunately, instead of helping me out of my bonds, she walked me to the center of the room, pulled the gag out, and had me stand while she walked around me as she inspected me.

"Nice stripes on your tits and ass. By the looks of them, I can tell you did them yourself. Oh, and I like the anal hook. I have a couple of ideas about that for future use." I really didn't like her talk about future use. "Now. Let's take a closer look at the jewelry here." I gasped as she began thumbing my nipples as she toyed with my nipple rings. I couldn't control the moan as she used the titty chain to pull on the rings and stretch my nipples. An involuntary shudder went through my entire body simultaneously with the sound of the ring as she flicked the bell attached to my clit.

"Damn. You're a horney little slut, aren't you?"

"Oh God. Please, Becky. Please stop. You shouldn't [gasp] (she rang the bell again) Don't..."

"Oh, don't worry, my new little pet. I'm going to stop in a minute. I just want to check the wonderful little decorations out a bit more."

"Please, Becky. Please just unlock me."

"Oh. Don't worry. I'll unlock the time lock in a few minutes."

She continued to toy with my nipples and clit. She dove me higher and higher. I was just getting to the edge of another orgasm when she suddenly stopped.

"NOOOOO!"

"I told you I would stop." She said with an evil grin. "Now. It's time to get you prepared for your guests."

Oh, thank God. She's finally going to let me out of my bonds. I was a bit confused when she took my titty leash and began leading back to my bedroom. I mean, why couldn't she just undo things where we were? It didn't take long to find out. She stood me in the center of the room, and, before I realized what was happening, she had buckled my wrists into the built-in wrist cuffs on the back of my coreset, and put the gag back in. I began to struggle.

[hirarandi]

MMMPPPPFFFF.... NNNNNGGG" She gave me a really hard swat on my ass.


"Stop struggling and be quiet. I need to explain a few things to you while I get you ready. Next time it will be the cane across your ass. I'll probably do that anyway, since it looks like you enjoy it, but if you keep fighting, it will be a lot harder." I stopped struggling, and she removed the cuffs with the time lock.

She sat me down in the chair in front of my mirror. I saw her get out a carabiner clip and a short piece of rope. I had no idea what she was going to do with that. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as she could. I found myself looking straight up at the ceiling. "About there." I heard her mutter to herself. She released my head, then began to part my hair and begin braiding it. Now, I totally confused.

"Alright, my pet." Why was she suddenly calling me her pet? "Time for a bit of an explanation. I really should apologize to you for this, since we are such good friends, but I just can't. To tell the truth, I have dreamed about getting a chance like this with you. Let me ask you something. How many guys have you ever seen at my house?" I really hoped that she wasn't expecting me to answer her, since I still had the ball gag in my mouth.

"The answer is none. There is a reason for that. You see, my pet, what I never told you is that I am a lesbian. I like women. Sure, guys are OK as friends, but I have absolutely no interest in having sex with them. Furthermore, with a very few exceptions, I prefer to dominate women. The exceptions are a couple of women who I enjoy as girlfriends and we are equal. To tell the truth, I usually fantasized about you being my girlfriend, but I knew that would probably never happen. You have no idea how ecstatic I was when I walked in and found you all tied up and helpless this morning. I decided right then that I just had to take full advantage of the situation. I swear, I creamed my panties just thinking about it. Now, a couple of rules. From now on, you will call me Mistress. Second, you will do everything I tell you to do. Any hesitation of refusal earns you a punishment. Nod your head if you understand."

I really didn't have much of a choice at this point. I nodded my head and hoped that I could find a way out of this mess.

She had finished braiding my hair, so she had me stand up and led me back into the living room. She helped me kneel in front of the couch, then removed my ball gag. As she sat on the couch in front of me, she lifter her dress over her waist. I noticed that she had removed her panties at some point.

"OK. Let's put that tongue of yours to work."

"But Bec.....OOOOWWWWWWWW!" I didn't realize that she was holding a leather strap until the line of fire burned across my tits.

"You will refer to me as Mistress!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bi. I like men, not women."

"Well, that will change. It really doesn't matter a whole lot. You're going to be doing a lot of it from now on, so you should probably get used to it. Don't worry, I'll let you have some cock too. Now, get busy, or to I have to really work your ass and tits over with this strap?"

I resigned myself to my fate and leaned forward. I really had no idea how to do this, but I assumed that licking was mandatory. Yes, a couple of the guys I had sex with did go down on me, but that was really no more than a few quick licks before moving on to the main event. It should also be obvious that my enthusiasm for the task was severely lacking. Bracing myself, I moved closer, reached out my tongue and began licking. It was just straight licking with absolutely no technique or desire. That didn't last very long.

"Oh, for God's sake!" She growled. "If I just wanted a tongue licking me like that, I would have just gotten a dog. At least, a dog would have had some enthusiasm with it. You'll never get me off like that. Alright, let's try getting this done another way. Maybe I can at least get some enthusiasm out of you to make up for your extreme lack of technique."

With that, she stood me up and walked around behind me. She pressed up against my back and wrapped her arms around me. She began playing with my nipples with one hand, while her other hand began ringing my clit bell and stroking my pussy. Within minutes, I was panting and moaning. My hips were gyrating to her touch as she brought me close to an orgasm. Even though I really didn't want this, my body was betraying me. I was on the brink of an orgasm when she moved her hands away from my nipples and pussy. Instead, she began fondling and squeezing my tits, but staying away from my super sensitive nipples. My body slowly backed away from the edge, but continued to be highly aroused. Her fingers were back at my nipples and pussy. Again, I was brought to the brink before being denied again. This happened two more times before I was begging her to let me cum. Finally, she whispered the words that would change me forever.

"My pet. The Mistress always cums first. It's an amazingly simple plan. You just need to make me cum, then you will be allowed an orgasm."

And, that's how I found myself back on my knees devouring her pussy like it was the most delectable treat on the planet. Strangely, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought it would be. In fact, I found that I did kind of like it, or, at least, I would have if I hadn't been forced to do it. I still had almost no technique, but I must have been hitting enough of the right spots. Eventually, I recognized her subtle twitches and sounds to note the more sensitive spots and began focusing on those. With a final cry and bucking hips, she flooded my mouth with her nectar.

"Good Girl." Mistress said after she recovered from her orgasm. "You've earned a little treat. Now, get up and kneel over my legs."

It was difficult to stand up without the use of my arms, but I managed. I carefully place my knees on the couch on either side of her legs. Once in position, she had me rest my butt on her knees. As she began playing with my pussy, tits, and nipples, she explained to me that, while she was a lesbian and enjoyed licking pussies, she would only do that to me on rare occasions when I had earned it. As she was building up my orgasm, she did say that there would probably other occasions where other women would probably take the opportunity to lick my pussy. That surprised me, because it hadn't really hit me yet that she would be bringing other people into this yet. I guess that her mentioning that the other women in the neighborhood were coming here for their morning coffee hadn't really sunk in yet.

"Yes, my pet. I'm going to be showing you off and having you serve all the other women in the neighborhood this morning. I am also planning on loaning you out to them occasionally."

That was what finally shoved me over the edge. I shrieked out as my body flailed out of control. The waves of pleasure seemed to last for minutes as I was swept away. I can't recall when I had cum so hard before. As the waves finally ebbed and my body was reduced to tiny shudders, I noticed that Becky's clothes were actually soaked.

"Wow. So, you're a squirter, then."

I had never squirted before in my life. I don't know if it had been the continuous edging or the total humiliation that I had experienced so far. All I know is that she gave me a truly massive orgasm.

"OK. You stay right here. I need to run home, grab a few things, and change clothes. I'll be right back so we can properly greet your guests." Becky said as she went out the door.

It's not like I had much of an option for staying where I was. That bitch had attached my titty leash to a coat hook on the wall, and there was no possible way for me to remove it. Yep, I was stuck where I was. She strode back in about 10-minutes later. She had changed clothes and was carrying a duffle bag. I had a feeling that I really wasn't going to like what she had in the bag.

Just as she had plopped the duffle on the coffee table, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, good. Time to greet your guests." Becky exclaimed. "Now, don't you worry about anything. I will take care of the coffee and snacks. All you need to do is stand there and look pretty for everyone."

With that, she unhooked my leash from the hook and led me to the front door. Four of the women from the neighborhood just stood there with their jaws on the ground string at me as Becky greeted them. I was sure that my entire body was fire engine red. It took a minute or two of silence before the women snapped out of their shock and began filing through the door. Two more women had strolled up the walkway by that point as well.

"Good morning, ladies." Becky greeted them. "I'm sure that you are all wondering about Laura's outfit. I'll explain that in a bit after the other two ladies arrive, but feel free to examine her new decorations. I should warn you though, she is very sensitive to your touching them. Not that she minds, but touching them does tend to arouse her quite a bit. Julie, take her leash and lead her into the livingroom, please."

So, now I'm standing in the center of my livingroom, with my wrists cuffed to my coreset behind my back, and surrounded by six of my neighborhood friends. Oh, God. Now their touching me. Every brush of their fingers on my nipples is sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.

[DING] Julie has just flicked my clitty bell. "Oh!" I gasped as a new flood of my juices drooled out of my pussy and down my leg.

"Wow. She seems to like that." Julie commented.

"Please." I whispered. "Please, stop. I'm...I'm... I'mmmmm." Suddenly, all stimulation stopped, and I was left hanging again.

As I was left panting, the ladies began circling around me, examining my slutty outfit. By this time, the last two ladies had arrived, and Becky was setting the coffee pot and cups on the table. I was having a bit of trouble following the conversations, because there were several simultaneous conversations going on. Well, there was also the small issue of me being slightly out of my mind with lust as well. I was able to pick up snippets though. Things such as "An anal hook?", "Is that a vibrator attached to it?", "Look at the dildo stuck to the table. It's still wet.", "Based on the stripes on her ass and tits, it looks like she enjoys a bit of discipline as well.", and, finally, "What is that rope and clip braided into her hair for?" I had no clue what that last one was about.

"Alright, ladies. I'm sure that you are very curious about this morning's entertainment, so let me explain." Becky exclaimed. She proceeded to tell everyone about how she had found me this morning, and what had happened since. She went into great detail about how I seemed to get off on bondage, humiliation, and a bit of pain. Since then, she has decided to turn me into her little sex slave, but I had absolutely no experience with women. I could feel my arousal increasing with the humiliation as Becky went on. "You can do whatever you want with her, but do not let her orgasm. I've discovered that, while she is rather reluctant at first, after a bit of toying with her nipples and clit bell, she becomes a very enthusiastic pussy licker. She is only allowed to orgasm after everyone else has been satisfied."

"Ooooohhh, yummy." Gina enthused.

"Now, to make sure that her mouth is in the proper position," Becky continued. "I braided this rope and carabiner into her hair."

I was sort of relieved when Becky untied the anal hook from my coreset, then that was dashed as she pulled my braid down, thus forcing my head to pull back until I was staring at the ceiling. I felt another jerk and heard a clip. When she let go, I tried to lower my head again. All that occurred was that I pulled the hook deeper into my ass. Yeah, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that my head was now firmly attached to the end of the hook.

"OK. Who's first?"

Becky took me by the arm and guided me over in front of one of my wingback chairs. As I could only stare at the ceiling, I really couldn't tell who was sitting there. I was guided down to my knees, then Pushed forward until my tits were laying on the front of the chair. I was now staring directly at Julie's naked pussy. Now, I understood why my head was in that position. My mouth was at the perfect angle for my tongue to lick the pussy of a woman sitting in a chair.

[CRACK] "AAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" As a line of fire appeared across my ass.

"Come on, Laura. You know what you're supposed to be doing. You don't cum until everyone else does."

Resigned to my fate, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick. I remembered what worked on Becky earlier, and tried to copy what I did then. While the taste wasn't exactly the same, I was very similar. Perhaps a bit muskier. Still, it wasn't bad. As I licked, a couple of the other women began fondling my tits and playing with my pussy. They even occasionally turned on the vibrator attached to my anal hook for a few seconds at a time. My humiliation was increasing as I caught some of their comments about me and how I was getting so horney as they played with me.

By now, I had locked my mouth onto Julie's pussy and was attacking it vigorously with my tongue. I was thrusting in as far as I could, then licking all around. Every couple of minutes, I would flick her clit, then go back to large swipes all along her gash. I felt the signs as she was getting close, so I concentrated on her clit. Finally, there was a flood on my face and she began bucking her hips. I tried as best as I could to ride it out, but I couldn't use my hands to hold on.

After she regained her senses, she got up, and another woman took her place. This became my morning. One after another. My tongue was exhausted. My mouth was sore. I was held on the edge of an orgasm for hours. I had received several more red stripes across my ass from the cane. I was a blubbering mess of horney by this point. While I couldn't see it, my knees could feel the puddle of my pussy juices on the floor whenever I adjusted their position. Honestly, I would have probably done anything that they asked at that point just to have an orgasm.

"OK, Laura. That was the last one for now. Would you like to cum now?" Becky asked.

"Please, Mistress Becky. Please let me cum. I can't stand it anymore."

"OK, my pet. Since you did such a good job, I have a special treat in mind for you. I know how much you said that you like cock, so I have decided that I will let you cum on some cock." Then, addressing the ladies, "Who wants to help? I need one volunteer."

I heard several of the women ask to help as I listened to Becky empty her bag on the coffee table. I think that it was Mellissa that got the honor. There were a couple of strange sounds behind me as the other women 'Oooohed' and 'Aaahhhed'. The next thing I knew, my hair was unclipped from the hook, and the hook was removed. Two of the ladies helped me stand up on my shaky legs and turned me around. I was flabbergasted by what greeted me. Becky was laying on her back on the table with a towel under her. She was wearing a huge strap-on dildo. It must have been 9-inches long, and very thick. Standing beside the table was Mellissa. She was wearing another strap-on that was a bit shorter and thinner.

"I know, pet. This was probably not the cocks you were expecting, but these won't shoot of and go soft after 5-strokes. We can fuck you with these all day long. Now, straddle me and I will guide it into your cunt. Then, Mellissa will put her into your ass. Tell me, my pet. Have you ever been double teamed before?"

I hadn't. In fact, I have never had sex with more than one person at a time. "No. Mistress. I've never had sex with more than one person at a time."

"Well. It looks like this will be another new experience for you. Now, climb aboard and let's get this ride started."

Having no choice, I straddled Becky's legs as she pulled on my titty leash. Joan and Jen helped my get into position, and I was soon impaled on Becky's cock. Becky pulled me down as Mellissa took her position and began working her dildo into my ass. Thank God that she had lubed it up. I was completely stuffed. Becky had been grinding into me as Mellissa was pushing into my ass. The grinding was doing wonderful things to my clitty piercing. After Mellissa had bottomed out, they paused to allow my body to adjust to my impalements. Soon, though, Mellissa began slowly pulling back out, then in again. As she began to pick up speed and force, I automatically began humping in time with her onto Becky's phallus. The sensations were incredible. I was climbing higher and higher. My ass was being stimulated, and my clit ring was hammering into Becky. Then, Mellissa reached around and began flicking my nipples. I cried out as the damn broke. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. Instead of slowing down, both Mellissa and Becky sped up. As soon as I began to come down from the first orgasm, as second one hit. Then, my mind turned into a blubbery mess as the third orgasm hit like a freight train. I'm pretty sure that there was a fourth one also, but things kind of got hazy after that.

I barely felt Mellissa pull out of me. Someone uncuffed my wrists, then I was lifted up and laid on the couch. I have vague recollections of people leaving after that. I woke up a while later on the couch. My arms were free, and the anal hook was laying on the table. Becky was sitting in one of the chairs working on her phone.

"Oh, good. You're awake. So, my pet, how do you feel?"

That's when I broke down sobbing. "Becky, you're my best friend. How could you do that to me? How could you humiliate me in front of all of our neighbors? Oh God. Now everyone will think that I'm just a bimbo slut. How can I ever face them again? I'll have to sell my house and move."

Becky moved over to the couch and pulled me into a hug as I was sobbing on her shoulder. I thought that she was my friend. How could she have done this to me. She was whispering in my ear that everything was taken care of. Everything was OK. I wanted to push her away and scream at her, but I didn't have the energy for that. It was half an hour before I finally stopped the sobbing.

"OK, now that you are a little more under control, let me explain things to you. Yes, I took advantage of your situation. Yes, you didn't want that. The problem, though, is that you fully enjoyed it. I watched you get off to the humiliation. Your orgasms were the stuff of legends. Now, be honest. Have you ever cum that hard in your life? I bet not. So, what's done is done. There's really no going back, and, quite frankly, I don't want to go back. I've loved you since you first moved in, and now I have you. I'm not about to let you go. Does that make me an evil bitch? Probably.

"So, you may think of going to the security officer, but the videos we have will show that you were fully enjoying yourself. From now on, you are going to be my girlfriend and sexual play toy. We will probably, eventually, sell your house and have you move in with me, but not right now. First off, we have some things to work out, but, next week, I am going to start loaning you out about one or two evenings a week to the neighbors. Since you still like cocks, you will service the men as well as the women at the house you are at. There are even a couple of their kids that are over eighteen that you will be playing with sometimes. Hell, I even had Joanne ask me about making you available for her daughter's 18thbirthday party next month, and Mindy wants you for when her son brings some of his friends home from college in a few weeks. I guarantee that you will be having a lot more sex now than you have ever had before. And, look at the bright side. You don't have to worry about finding a guy to date anymore. You will be dating me. Now, get up and bring us a bottle of wine with a couple of glasses so we can celebrate our new relationship. Oh, and put your hook back in. That's going to be a major part of what you will be wearing from now on.

The End.

[Kalyan143]

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