Adultery Neighbors Pet Slut - Copied

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When people see us, I know what's on their minds. I know because a few brave souls have come right out and asked me. What is a fit, slender, beautiful girl doing with someone who is at least twenty years her senior? Sometimes I tell them the truth. Other times, I just say, "the heart wants what the heart wants."

What am I talked about? I am talking about how being my neighbors' pet slut. Yes. I belong to Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds. I am their pet. I am their slut. I am theirs. Yes. Both of them. How you ask? Well, let me tell you.
The first week of summer break of my freshman year at college, when I was home from college, my parents went on a second honeymoon to Europe for a few months. They wanted to hit several countries. Since I wasn't a big partier, they trusted me with their house.
Mrs. Reynolds is a plump woman, short with bleached blond hair and dark roots. I would say, at this time, She's in her mid-forties. I think my mom asked her to check in on me. So, I guess, you could say, she is to blame for my descent into depravity. Anyway, I digress.
I'm an athletic type. My legs are kind of thick and muscular. My stomach is flat and my breasts, well they aren't all that big. Sometimes, I can go without a bra because they are so firm, you know? So, one day, I'm in the backyard doing some yoga, when Mrs. Reynolds comes by.
"Oh Jenny honey, good you're home." She said as she came into the yard.
I was in the downward facing dog position. I groaned not wanting to interrupt my routine, but my mother always told me never to be rude. So I righted myself and plastered on a smile. "Hi, Mrs. Reynolds. Everything okay?" I reached up and tightened my brown pony-tail.
"Yes. Everything's fine hon. I was just wondering." She stepped closer to me. She sort of invaded my personal space. It felt awkward. "You do all that stretching stuff. Is that yoga?" She waved her hand at the mat I used.
I nodded. "Yeah." I tilted my head. "Have you ever done it before?" I asked with empathy in my voice.
Mrs. Reynolds smiled. "With an ass like this, you think I do yoga?" She snickered. "But I'm interested in it. Would you mind if I watched you a little bit? If it doesn't look that hard, maybe I could try it."
My mother had instilled a politeness into me that left me with a crippling inability to say no. So, I agreed and went through several poses for Mrs. Reynolds to watch. Each time I changed a pose and explained it, she would nod. She even complimented me on how flexible I was.
Each compliment spurred me to try a different, harder, pose. I got a really good work out with Mrs. Reynolds watching. It became a routine. Mrs. Reynolds started to come by each day and watched me do yoga. Each time she provided me with positive feedback for each pose. I grew to enjoy it really.
About two weeks into this, Mrs. Reynolds wasn't so positive. "You know Jenny," She said one day standing over me while I was doing a bridge move. "You got a lot higher yesterday." She frowned at me.
My insides twisted. I really wanted to impress Mrs. Reynolds. Something inside me urged me to lift my tired body up higher. She placed her hand on my spine and pushed up. "There you go." She praised. It washed over me, and I smiled.
She did this a few more times. Not every pose at first. It started as maybe every five poses. But as the days wore on, Mrs. Reynolds had more to say. She soon touched me during every pose and criticized my form. She pushed me harder. Mind you; the woman never did a pose in her life. Yet, I took to heart everything she said. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted her approval.
"I think its working." She said one day after a particularly hard work out where she had me hold poses longer than ever before.
I dripped with sweat. "What's working?" I asked perplexed as I drank some water.
She stepped closer and ran her hand down my arms. "You're getting more toned."
I shivered at her touch. At this point, it had become common and not all that weird. I thought nothing of it.
The next day she touched me again after the work out. She chose my thigh and pointed out how tight it was. The day after that it was my butt. She lingered. She squeezed, and I have to admit, it felt good. I was young. I didn't see a lot of action.
"I think its time for a swim. Don't you?" She suggested with a bright smile.
"Yeah," I said. It was a particularly hot day. "You got a suit?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, I just like to watch you."
I probably should have thought twice about it when she followed me into the house. I didn't. I should have really thought something was up when she followed me upstairs. I didn't. In my defense, Mrs. Reynolds had been around so much, I had gotten used to her just being there when I did things. It wasn't until she was in my room with me that alarm bells went off.
"Uh, Mrs. Reynolds." I looked at her curiously.
She just smiled brightly at me and went to my dresser. "Yes?" She opened the top drawer and sifted through my panties as if this was something she did every day.
"What are you doing?" I stepped closer to her my cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
"I'm getting you a swimsuit of course." She said nonchalantly.
I reddened when she pulled out a pair of my panties. They were black and lacy. She giggled. I reached for them mortified.
She pulled them away. "Oh don't be shy. It's just us girls." She tossed them back inside.
She closed my panty drawer and went to my nightstand. "No!" I yelled.
Too late; Mrs. Reynolds had it open and found my stash. Everyone knows the nightstand is a sacred domain. It's private. Not to Mrs. Reynolds. From that day forth, I would have nothing private from Mrs. Reynolds.
My cheeks blazed bright red as she pulled out my toys. I should admit here that I had limited sexual experience but, for as long as I could remember, leaned toward some darker fantasies. Or well, dark for a 19-year-old with one previous sexual partner. I would learn later my fantasies were downright vanilla compared to now.
Mrs. Reynolds pulled out a set of handcuffs and my bullet vibrator. She looked at me blank faced.
I froze. I didn't know what to do. It only got worse when she pulled out my bondage magazine. I stood mute. I shied my eyes away as if it pained me to look at the items.
"You keep this kind of stuff in your mother's house?" She accused.
The way she said it made it sound so, so, dirty.
I swallowed. I couldn't respond. What was I going to say? No? No, I don't keep porn, a vibrator, and handcuffs at my mother's house? She had them right there.
Because I was looking away and pretty lost in my own head, I didn't notice that she stepped toward me. I did hear the clicks though. And when my head snapped back, she had handcuffed one of my hands and reached for the other.
Mrs. Reynolds spun me around, and before I could react, she had my hands cuffed behind my back. "What-what-what are you doing?" I tried to pull away, but she had a hold of the cuffs.
"Oh come on now Jenny." Her voice dropped an octave and went to an authoritative tone. It caused me to freeze.
"Mrs. Reynolds?" My voice shook.
"What kind of girl keeps handcuffs and a vibrator at her mother's house?" Mrs. Reynolds chastised. "And that magazine!" she clucked her tongue. I could see her shaking her head at me.
She had the disapproving tone she used so many times before when she corrected my form. It was that tone that pushed me to stretch further, push harder, and to please her. It now only pushed me deeper into shame.
"I just-"
"Shut up." She spat out, and I did. "I'll tell you what kind. A slutty kind. Tell me, Jenny. Are you a slut?"
"No." I whimpered. My face was beat red with shame. My body, however, my body thrummed with arousal which confused me because, until that point in time, I thought I was straight.
Mrs. Reynolds tugged at the cuffs causing my back to arch. She knew I was flexible, so she held me there. I tried my best to remain balanced. She looked down at me. "Do you want me to tell your mom about this?" She asked. "Your mom is such a good Christian woman. She is at church almost every day praying for you. Is this why? Does she know you're a deviant?"
"What?" My eyes went wide with that comment. "No! I'm not."
Mrs. Reynolds covered my mouth. "Shhhh." She pulled me down a bit more by the cuffs, and my body arched painfully. "I won't tell her all about her deviant and depraved daughter if you show me how you play with this stuff."
Her voice was wicked. It dripped with sensuality. I was in shock. I was aroused. She clearly saw that as my nipples pushed into my sports bra.
She peeled her hand from my mouth. "What do you say, Jenny? Will you show me how slutty and nasty you are like you showed me yoga?"
I really didn't want my mom to find out about my stuff. My mom was devout. She would disown me if she knew I wasn't a virgin anymore. I couldn't imagine what she would do if she knew I was drawn to kink. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I conceded.
Mrs. Reynolds released me and uncuffed me. I rubbed my wrists and eyed the red marks. It was nothing that would last too long.
I stood awkwardly for a moment unsure what to do next. Mrs. Reynolds took a seat in my desk chair. She held the cuffs and the vibrator, but I felt her green eyes on me. It sent my stomach into knots.
"Well?" She said.
I couldn't look at her. It was too much. "I don't know what you want me to do," I admitted.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come here." She waved a hand at me.
I stepped closer to her. I stood inches from her. Her head was just below my small breasts.
"First of all," she began. "You're a slut. You have too many clothes on for a slut. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I blushed. I didn't agree I was a slut but it seemed like the only appropriate response.
"I like that." She said as she reached for my sports bra. She stood up and tugged it over my head. I didn't fight her. "From now on, everything I tell you, you will respond with 'Mrs. Reynolds' at the end. Is that understood?"
My breasts, though small, still had a little bounce to them once freed from the tight sports bra. Mrs. Reynolds eyed them with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds," I responded. My stomach flipped as I covered my exposed breasts.
She batted my hands away. "Well that's silly isn't it? You're a slut." She admonished me. "You're going to masturbate in front of me, and you think hiding your itty bitty titties is going to award you some sort of dignity? Sluts don't have dignity. You will learn."
I blushed so hard it felt like my cheeks were on fire. I lowered my arms to my sides.
Mrs. Reynolds sat back down. "That is so much better. So much sluttier. I am pleased." She announced.
For some reason, that thrilled me. It thrilled me in a sense I never would have imagined. Her praise called to my submissive side that was beyond eager to get out.
However, I stood before her topless, unmoving.
"Well." She said again.
"I don't know what to do," I admitted. "Mrs. Reynolds," I added after that. It felt so silly. I had no idea what she wanted from me. She had spent the last few days or even weeks telling me positions to get into. I had to admit, I got accustomed to following her orders.
She sighed again. "Okay, slut. How about I tell you what to do okay?"
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." The embarrassment had my body anxious for some sort of stimulation. My arousal around my embarrassment confused me to no end.
"Don't worry." She smiled as she sat back a little bit. "I will train you to be a good proper slut Jenny. Start by touching yourself."
At first, I wanted to object. I wanted to tell her I wasn't a slut. However, when my mouth opened an objection didn't come out. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I had just gotten so used to obeying her.
Slowly, my right hand came up to my right breast. I cupped it and squeezed it slightly. I looked at the floor and tried to imagine my ex-boyfriend, Tyler, doing it, so I closed my eyes. I palmed my breast for a few seconds and tried to forget she was in the room.
"No no no." She interrupted my thoughts, and I stopped.
She stood up and grabbed my hand pushing it away from my breast. I gaped at her.
"You're doing it all wrong slut." She said, and I wanted to just die standing there.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Reynolds." I had no idea why that fell out of my mouth. How could I be doing it wrong? I was supposed to be -
Oh! Mrs. Reynolds cupped both my breasts, one in each hand. She pressed her fingers together squeezing them slightly. Then she brought her thumb to rub against my nipples. I let out a soft moan to my surprise.
"That's it slut. See." She pressed a bit harder on my nipples. "That's better right?"
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I admitted. It did. It really did.
At this point, she had called me slut so many times in such a short period of time, I guess I dismissed it. I didn't have the gut reaction to it. I mean, I had a reaction; it made me wet, and her playing with my breasts only made me shiver with need.
Mrs. Reynolds pulled her hand away and took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched. I let out a squeak and lifted up onto my toes as she pressed harder. She smiled evilly. "So responsive, slut." She commented which only pushed me deeper into a submissive headspace.
"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds." Again, it fell out.
She pulled my nipples, and I whined. She released them for just a second before she went back to rubbing them with the tips of her fingers. Mrs. Reynolds was intent on my face. She gripped my nipples again tighter this time, and I winced. "Look at me in the eye slut."
I did as she ordered. I grit my teeth. I whimpered as the pain shot straight to my clit.
"You like this slut?" She asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
"Tell me slut."
"I like this Mrs. Reynolds." Oh, the shame of this. I admitted I liked my neighbor fondling me. And I did like it! I was warm all over. I liked when my older neighbor called me slut and touched my breasts. What kind of sicko was I?
She smiled and lightened the pinching on my nipples. However, she kept her fingers there. She playfully rolled them, and I let out another moan of pleasure. I held her gaze though it was really hard.
"I like it too Jenny." It felt wrong when she used my name then. Had I gotten accustomed to her little nickname for me already? "I like small breasted sluts. They tend to be more sensitive."
"Mmmmm." I closed my eyes and rocked into her touch. It felt so good to be touched by expert hands. Tyler's hands never made me feel that good.
Mrs. Reynolds liked girls? That shocked me. It made no sense. She was married. I licked my bottom lip when she tightened the pinch on my nipples again. I lifted up on my toes once more.
"Your little nipples would look so pretty with clover clamps on them slut." She commented. "Do you have clover clamps?"
Clover clamps? What were clover clamps? "No Mrs. Reynolds."
"Pity." She frowned. "Are you wet slut?" She asked me suddenly.
My eyes opened wide. "What?" I asked straining from the pain and pleasure combination.
If possible, she clamped her fingers harder around my nipples. "Try again." She said through clenched teeth.
"Ahhhh." It hurt, but it also felt so good. I danced from one foot to the other. "What, Mrs. Reynolds?" I said in a higher octave than I had ever spoken in before.
"Slut. Are. You. Wet?" She asked slower this time. Her voice dripped with commands.
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds. Yes." I admitted wanting the pain to stop; desperate for it to stop.
She snickered and released my nipples. It hurt almost as much when the blood returned to them. I slumped forward a bit and found I breathed heavily.
"Show me slut." She demanded.
I hesitated. Mrs. Reynolds' hands came back to my nipples quickly, and she pulled this time. Mrs. Reynold's vice-like fingers had my peach nipples, and she yanked me down to my knees. I cried out.
"I do not like repeating myself, slut. Do not make me do it again."
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I whimpered, and she let me go.
Timidly, as I was extremely embarrassed by being so horny because of my old-lady neighbor, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants. I slipped them down and stepped out of them. I stood in front of her naked. My hands immediately went to my pussy, covering it.
She frowned. "It's all hairy." Mrs. Reynolds complained.
Her disapproval sent a flush through me. "I-I-I'm sorry Mrs. Reynolds." The need to correct it, to correct whatever she found unpleasing surged through me. This only made my head spin in confusion further.
"I can see why you want to hide it." She grumbled before swiping my hands away.
I stood there again with my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides while my neighbor inspected my body. She squeezed my hips. She ran a hand over my stomach. Each time her fingers grazed my skin it tingled from my toes to my clit and up into my head.
I felt her eyes on me. I hung my head in shame. How could I like this? How could I let her do this? What was wrong with me?
"Well, spread them apart slut. I can't tell if you are wet with you all clamped up like that." She slapped at my thighs like she had done many times before. "Be a good slut spread your legs." This time it felt so much more erotic. This time it sent a shiver through me.
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I slowly moved my feet apart.
"More slut." Mrs. Reynolds continued to slap at me. The skin of my thighs turned pink.
I did as she asked. Before I knew it, my legs were more than shoulder width apart. This caused my puffy outer labia to part. Cool air tickled my moist flesh, and her hand was on my sex.
I gasped. Mrs. Reynolds pressed her palm against the mound and slipped two of her fingers down my slit. "That's a good slut. I knew you were a good slut." She praised me and it only made sink deeper into the need for approval.
I shivered. I was beyond wet. My lower lips were swollen and slick. Mrs. Reynolds' fingers glided between the puffy lips to find the warm inner ones. She swirled her fingers around, and my knees buckled. She laughed. I reddened.
My mind swirled with how I got here. How did I wind up naked in front of my neighbor? How did I wind up naked with my neighbor's hand on my pussy? Oh god! I squeaked. How did I wind up with my neighbor's fingers inside me?
"Yes. That's a good slut, Jenny." She praised me. It felt good. Why did it feel good? Probably because her fingers were sliding in and out of me while her thumb pressed against my clit.
My heart picked up the pace. My breathing sped up. I closed my eyes. It felt so good.
Click.
My eyes opened, and I saw Mrs. Reynold's phone in her hand. "What?"
Click.
She pushed three fingers deep into me, and I groaned. I bent my knees slightly when she pushed them deep into me.
"Please." I moaned.
"More, slut?" She asked and then she pressed her thumb harder against my clit. I felt my walls tighten around her fingers. Mrs. Reynolds opened her fingers within me. It felt so weird and so good.
"No." I gasped. "Mrs. Reynolds," I remembered. "Please," I said in between thrusts of her fingers.
"No?" She pouted. Click. "Is that what you really mean slut?" She asked.
She wiggled all three fingers inside me and my hips bucked against her hand. "Mrs. Reynolds," I whined.
"Is it really what you mean Jenny-slut?" She asked as she worked my cunt with three fingers and her thumb circled my clit. "I will stop. All you have to do is say it slut. Say stop and I will." She accented it by wiggling her fingers more. This time she hit that spot.
I had heard about a g-spot, I had never experienced it's effects when stimulated. I had never found it. Mrs. Reynolds was an expert. She curled her fingers just right and stroked a ball of nerves that sent me trembling on my feet unsure my legs would hold me.

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No!" I yelled. "Please, Mrs. Reynolds don't stop. Oh God! Mrs. Reynolds, please."

She snickered, and I heard a boop noise. "That's what I wanted to hear from my slut."
Mrs. Reynolds removed her fingers from me, and I was left humping the air. I panted wildly. Wide-eyed I begged her without saying a word. She merely snickered at me.
I had asked her not to stop. Why had she stopped? I was desperate for her to continue. I did what she wanted. Why did she stop?
"Are you a slut?" She asked me as she took hold of my nipples again.
I hissed and took in a deep breath. "Yes! Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
She twisted them, and I lifted up one leg. For some reason, my aroused brain told me this would alleviate the pain. It didn't. "I have the pictures to prove it don't I slut?" She reminded me.
My face went hot. I blushed again. I panted while Mrs. Reynolds held my nipples so firmly I thought she was going to rip them off. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
"Do you want me to show them to your mother?" She asked coyly.
"No!" I shouted quickly. "No Mrs. Reynolds."
She snickered again and released my sore nipples. They ached and were a bright red at that point. "Good girl. Such a good slut." She pointed to the bed. "Lay on your back and spread your legs wide. I want to see how this vibrator works for a slut."
I whined, but as she narrowed her eyes, I all but sprinted the three feet to my bed. She followed me much slower while I assumed the position she asked.
She ran her fingers up my shin toward my knee. She slipped her hand over my inner thigh and then cupped my mound. "I don't like hair on my sluts." She sneered.
"Sorry Mrs. Reynolds." When did I become hers?
"You will clean this for me tonight." She ordered.
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds."
"Tomorrow's yoga will be at my house." She informed me as she slipped a finger into my dripped sex.
I groaned and lifted my chin. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
"I will inspect you for hair slut. I want none but on your head." She explained once more pressing her thumb against my clit.
"Ahhh." I pulled my knees up and bucked my hips toward her hand. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I bit out.
It was like an electric shock. The cool plastic touched my clit almost simultaneously with Mrs. Reynolds flicking it on. My entire body jolted on the bed as she let the vibration linger ever so slightly on my clit.
Mrs. Reynolds worked three fingers into me again while her other hand controlled the vibrator. I panted and moaned unable to control my sexual responses to the woman. It felt dirty. It felt so wrong. I was so ashamed that I submitted to my older neighbor. I acted like a wanton slut and humped her hand. I couldn't stop myself.
"Good slut." She cooed as the squishing sounds of her fingers filled my ears. Her words spurred me on. I wanted to please her mother than anything.
Her fingers pushed in, and out of me so deep her knuckles pressed the vibrator harder against my clit. The stimulation drove me deeper and deeper into the submissive rabbit hole. I was a slut. I was her slut.
I shook my head from side to side as my body tightened. She turned up the speed on my vibrator. I reached up and tugged at my own nipples. I was lost now.
My brain had fogged with hedonistic pleasure as she pushed me to the edge. My legs trembled as she curled her fingers against the bundle of nerves deep in my walls. "That's a good slut. You will be a good slut for me, Jenny." She praised.
"Yes." I gasped pinching and twisting my nipples the way she had. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds."
She snickered and pulled her hand out of my cunt and the vibrator away. I humped the air for a good few seconds desperate to get that feeling back. I blinked confusedly. I sat up on my elbows.
Mrs. Reynolds smirked at me. "You didn't ask."
Dumbfounded. "Ask. For. What. Mrs. Reynolds." Each word separated by an intake of air.
"Silly slut. Sluts cant cum without permission. You have to ask me." She placed the vibrator back on my clit on a low dull setting.
I groaned and threw my head back. My body flopped back onto the bed. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I had calmed slightly with the missed stimulation, but I amped up very quickly. It wasn't long before I writhed with her touch and the vibration.
She went right back to three fingers. They moved so easily within me. She had stretched me a bit by then, and before I knew it, I was fuller than before. She had a fourth finger in me. "What a good slut you are. You want to take my whole hand you greedy cunt." She taunted me.
It did nothing but make my cries of passion louder. It wasn't long before I bucked against Mrs. Reynolds' hand. "Mrs. Reynolds!" I cried with urgency.
She pulled everything away. I was left again humping air. Out of breath, I whined. "I asked." I pleaded with her.
"Yes, but I didn't give permission." She clarified and reached for my nipples. Her slick fingers felt so warm as she pinched and teased me. She spread my pussy juice over my sensitive breasts covering my nipples.
I squeezed my legs together rubbing my thighs trying to desperately send myself over while she pulled and twisted my nipples. I writhed on the bed turning away from her and toward her wicked hands.
It wasn't long before she smacked my legs open again. "Come now. I want more play time with my slut. Don't you?" She teased.
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I replied eagerly and just as eagerly parted my legs lewdly. It didn't take much cajoling. I was hers. I was her slut.
Mrs. Reynolds took out her phone and snapped another picture before I could stop her. "Please Mrs. Reynolds," I begged. Though at that point in time, I wasn't sure what I was begging for, did I want her to stop taking pictures or did I want her to resume her torment?
She smiled and pressed the vibrator on the highest speed against my clit hard. "Is that what you asked for slut?" She asked as if she could read my thoughts. "Of course I will give you more when you behave." She teased.
I squealed and arched my back. "Oh God!" My eyes were wide and stared into nothingness. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds! Please Mrs. Reynolds! Jesus! Please Mrs. Reynolds."
Four of her fingers buried in my cunt and she worked me hard. She pistoned them in and out of me while held that vibrator to my clit. "Tell me." She urged. "Tell me what you are, and I will allow you to cum." She taunted.
"I'm a slut!" I said without hesitation. "I am your slut, Mrs. Reynolds."
"Good slut. Again." She urged and pulled her fingers apart within me.
I screamed so close to orgasm, my abs tightened. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off with so much stimulation. "Slut!" I cried out. "Please. Mrs. Reynolds. Slut. I am your slut!"
"You may cum then my slut." She rammed her fingers in and out of me with force. The vibrator hummed against my clit angrily. I wailed in ecstasy. I was so far down the rabbit hole. To this day, I don't think I ever came out.
It didn't take long after given permission, but I did cum. I came harder than I ever had in my life. It rumbled through my body. It started in my toes and whooshed out of my pussy when it clamped around Mrs. Reynold's fingers. It traveled up my spine and into my head. I saw stars. I couldn't breathe I came so hard. I cried. And Mrs. Reynolds has it all on her phone.

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After I came down from my orgasmic haze, I was consumed with remorse. Shame filled me. Mrs. Reynolds hung around and held me and praised my slutty nature. She told me how proud of me she was. I had to admit, it helped. It didn't take it away, but it helped me continue.
Mrs. Reynolds told me I needed to rest. I needed to clean myself up. She gave me specific instructions on how to shave my sex. She touched my oversensitive flesh each time she gave an order. I agreed to everything. I may have been out of the orgasm haze, but I seemed to cling to the submissive headspace.
When she left, I felt empty. The only thing I thought to do to ease the feeling of loss was to do her chores. So, the first thing I did was try to take a nap. I couldn't. The images of what she had done to me were too fresh. Not to mention, my body was still sore.
So, I did the next best thing. Mrs. Reynolds didn't say I had to sleep. She said I had to rest. So I drew myself a bath. She had said that was the best time to shave anyway. I used all the lavender and calming stuff I could think of for my bath.
When I went to shave, I found my lips were not only sore but swollen. I wondered if Mrs. Reynolds' knuckles had bruised me. It didn't matter though. I did what she asked of me. I shaved smooth for her.
Once done with the bath, my muscles felt so much better. Between the workout and the use, I needed that bath. I found myself grateful for Mrs. Reynolds. When I went downstairs, there was a note.
Slut,
I permit you to eat a chicken breast on a bed of romaine lettuce with some oil and vinegar. You may use dry spices on your chicken. You can add green peppers and some cucumbers to bulk up your salad. You will only drink water for the rest of the night. You will spend exactly one hour watching Netflix, a program of your choosing. You may surf the internet for lesbian BDSM porn stories, not videos, only stories. I want you to read four of them before you go to sleep. You will use your vibrator but do not have permission to cum. Once you have finished your stories, you will go to bed. In the morning you will have a toasted English muffin with peanut butter and a banana protein shake. Once you finish, come to my house for your inspection and yoga. Wear the black lacy panties and a beach cover-up that is all.
Mrs. Reynolds.
My cheeks flushed. I held the note in a shaking hand. Mrs. Reynolds had just dictated the rest of my night and the next morning. I didn't have to decide anything. It was all laid out for me. Why did I take comfort in that?
After my dinner, I found that I had no interest in watching the show I was permitted. I wondered if I could skip that step in favor of going right to the stories. Something told me I had better follow the instructions as laid out. So, I put on something stupid that I could ignore.
Exactly one hour later, I went up to my room with my laptop. I sat on my bed and searched for stories. It was harder than I thought. I wanted to find good ones, ones that would make Mrs. Reynolds proud. After a few lines, I would disregard one and start another. It wasn't right.
I settled on one about an older woman and a younger girl. I turned the vibrator on low. As I read, I rubbed it across my clit and against my opening. As I read the nasty things, the woman said to the younger girl I imagined them in Mrs. Reynold's voice. My imagination only made it harder for me to keep the vibrator on my clit without orgasming.
After the first story, I took a break; just a few minutes to settle down. Halfway through the second story, I needed to stop or else I would explode. By the thirst story, I had to stop every second paragraph or so. It was too much.
After the fourth story, I was clawing at the sheets of my bed. I had switched to lying on my belly. I humped the vibrator which I held in my hand as I pressed it into my mound. I moaned audibly. It was torture of my making. However, a voice in the back of my mind told me this vision of me would make Mrs. Reynolds proud. That made it alright.
I wanted to read more. I wanted to do more. I couldn't though. It was all I was permitted. I went to bed naked. I don't know why. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been given instructions on what to wear. Falling asleep was hard. My sore pussy was so sensitive to everything. If I squeezed my thighs, it tingled. If I spread my legs, the cool air tickled it. I felt like an exposed nerve trying to sleep.
The next morning I awoke way too early. I awoke just as the sun came up. That was not like me at all. I had this sexual tension I had never experienced before. I was eager.
I wanted to go straight to Mrs. Reynolds. However, It was too early. I couldn't do that yet. So, instead, I was slow at making my breakfast. I stared at my laptop as I did. I wanted to read more. I wanted to learn more about Mrs. Reynolds' world.
But, I didn't have permission to do that. I didn't have permission to do anything but have breakfast and get dressed. Well, I assumed that going to the bathroom and attending to hygiene was a given. So, I lingered on those tasks as well.
At around 9 am, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my yoga mat, clad in my black lacy panties and a long T-shirt I stepped out of my house. With my chin high, since no one could tell just by looking at me that I was a slut. I walked down the path of our house to head over to the Reynolds' house.
Mr. Reynolds, a large man with a beer belly, and a lot of body hair was outside. He knelt while tinkering with a sprinkler in their lawn. My cheeks turned pink when I saw him. A long time ago I had thought he was a cheating husband. Wasn't what Mrs. Reynolds had done with me being considered cheating? Guilt crept into my mind.
"Hi there Jenny," He waved a hand to me kindly.
"Hi, Mr. Reynolds." I diverted my eyes trying not to look as guilty as I felt.
With a grunt, Mr. Reynolds lifted himself to a standing position. He dusted his dirty hands off on his sweatpants. "What you got there?" He pointed to my yoga mat.
"Oh," I had forgotten I carried it. "It's for yoga. Mrs. Reynolds, she's been." I paused. She's been watching me do yoga. That sounded funny coming from my lips. So I cleared my throat. "I have been showing Mrs. Reynolds how to do yoga." That sounded better.
He grinned. "Oh right." Mr. Reynolds nodded. "She told me."
Relieved I let out a sigh. "Is Mrs. Reynolds up yet?"
He approached me and entered my personal space. I wanted to step back. I had never been this close to him before. His belly grazed my hip. His large, rough hand came to my buttocks, and I gasped.
He snickered and offered it a squeeze. "She likes when her sluts wake her up." He whispered in my ear.
I was mortified. I stood frozen as Mr. Reynolds squeezed and pinched my young ass. "I I I." I stammered.
He chuckled and pushed me forward. "She showed me it all slut. I know how dirty you are." He pinched my ass harder, and I whined.
"B-b-but." I didn't know what to say. I felt betrayed. I felt sick. I felt aroused. I told myself it was because his hand was on my ass. I told myself it was because of the videos.
I stumbled into his house while Mr. Reynolds kept a firm grip on my ass cheek. "Shhhh slut." He whispered once we were in the house.
Mr. Reynolds directed me to the foot of the stairs. He guided me pushing my ass forward forcing my legs to move. I shook while he slipped his fingers closer to the crack in my behind.
"My wife likes her sluts naked and quiet in the morning. She showed me that you are a good slut, so be a good slut now and do what my wife likes." He instructed.
I gawked at him from over my shoulder. He couldn't be serious. I was Mrs. Reynolds' slut. Had I just thought that? My cheeks burned. I gulped. "Mr. Reynolds."
Mr. Reynolds took his free hand and cupped my cheek. He looked me directly in my eye, and I had to lower my gaze. He had the same intense look as Mrs. Reynolds. It made me squirm. So did his fingers inching between my ass cheeks.
He stroked my face and placed his dirty thumb over my lips. I trembled in his grasp. He was gentle with one hand and so much rougher with the other. It made my knees weak, and my confused body responded the only way it seemed to know how it thrummed with arousal.
"You see, my wife and I share sluts. So you have your choice slut. You can stay down here and please me, or you can go wake my wife. Both options will delight her. Obviously," He took his hand from my face and slipped it over my own. He guided my hand to his crotch, and I felt the large bulge. "I have a preference."
I gasped at him. He didn't release my hand. Instead, Mr. Reynolds pressed it further against the growing erection in this thin sweatpants. He used my hand to stroke him, and I didn't protest. I just whined.
His mouth came to my ear, and he bit my lower lobe. The zing of it shot through me, and my nipples became erect. My clit twitched. His warm breath tickled my ear when he spoke. "You are a good slut. If you keep being a good slut, we will keep your slutty secret from your mother. You want that right slut?"
Mrs. Reynolds must have told him about the trigger she had discovered in the word slut. It was like a drug that got me high on submission. Each time it was mentioned so slipped into the rabbit hole.
"Yes, Mr. Reynolds." I agreed. I agreed to be his slut, to be Mrs. Reynolds slut. I agreed that they would keep my secret.
With my agreement, he kissed my neck. His teeth grazed my skin. He used his hand to collar my throat. I groaned while he slipped the other hand around from my ass to my hip. He kept traveling and soon it was under the thin shirt I used as a cover-up.
At the base of the Reynolds stairway, Mr. Reynolds had me stroking his cock through his pants while he pressed his palm against my panty-clad sex. He nipped at my neck. I breathed heavily. The erotic endorphins fired in my brain, and I lost all sense of decency. I was a slut. Sluts had no decency.
"You're wet slut." He commented as his finger pressed into my slit through the panties.
They weren't much of a barrier. The panties were thin. My moisture easily soaked through the flimsy fabric. I nodded. "Yes. Mr. Reynolds."
A throaty chuckle came from him in my ear. It spurred a desire for him within me. My knees buckled slightly and his erection nestled between my ass cheeks when my hand moved from it. Mr. Reynolds applied pressure to my pelvis and pushed me back against it. "Eager little slut aren't you?" He teased as his finger slipped between the flimsy barrier and slid along the moisture of my slit.
"Yes. Mr. Reynolds." I agreed. In hindsight, I probably agreed a bit too readily.
"Good slut." He praised, and it had the same effect in his deep baritone as it had when Mrs. Reynolds said it. I was such a weakling when it came to their praises. Apparently, I would do anything to receive it. Something the Reynolds seemed to take as their personal mission to prove over the next few years.
"Well isn't this a delightful thing to see first thing in the morning," Mrs. Reynolds announced as she descended the stairs.
I froze. I looked up at Mrs. Reynolds terrified. Sure Mr. Reynolds had said they shared but did they? Would I get in trouble?
Mr. Reynolds chuckled and pinched my outer lips, and I immediately shook as my eyes rolled back into my head. Mrs. Reynolds came to the front of me. "I approve slut; you followed directions in dress at least."
Mr. Reynolds explored my pussy further. His wide digit slipped into my slit. He rubbed my inner lips and tried to coax my clit from its hood. My breath came in short gasps as I tried not to fall over while he played with me. Mrs. Reynolds intently watched me as if she were studying my reactions.
"Slow down Mark." Mrs. Reynolds said to her husband. "We still have to inspect her."
He slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped my eyes wide. My mouth fell open. I reached forward and gripped his forearm. I was sure I would fall if I didn't.
"But I do so love when you bring toys home." He said as he withdrew his hand.
Mrs. Reynolds laughed and turned toward the kitchen. "Follow me slut. We have a big day planned for you."
I followed the two of them into the kitchen. Once inside I was instructed to serve Mr. and Mr. Reynolds both coffee. Mrs. Reynolds explained how they liked each of their cups. I was horny as all fuck from the masturbation and denial of last night and the way Mr. Reynolds had just teased me.
Once they had coffee, Mrs. Reynolds eyed me. I stood awkwardly my gaze darting between the two who sat on opposite sides of the table. She lifted a brow at me. My cheeks grew hot.
"She is adorable isn't she Mark." Mrs. Reynolds commented with laughter in her eyes.
Mr. Reynolds resumed stroking himself through his sweatpants while sipping his coffee. "A fine slut you got us, dear."
Mrs. Reynolds sipped her coffee. The way they talked about me like I wasn't standing there made me more self-conscious than I already was. I shifted my weight from foot to foot.
"What part of the video was your favorite?" She asked him.
My heart stopped. The video. I had forgotten Mrs. Reynolds had filmed me. My mouth went dry, and I looked at Mr. Reynolds with pleading eyes.
Mr. Reynolds held my gaze with an evil grin. "I loved the begging. She begs so well."
"Me too." Mrs. Reynolds agreed. "Okay, slut." She placed her mug on the table. "When you are in our home, you will always strip as soon as the door closes. No clothes for sluts. It gets in the way of your true nature. Doesn't it honey?"
"Absolutely." Mr. Reynolds replied hungrily.
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds," I replied weakly to her order.
I bit my lip, and I whimpered. However, I didn't object. No. I did as I was told. I peeled the shirt over my head and folded it turning to put it on the counter. Then I tugged my panties down and balled them. Foolishly, I stuffed them under my shirt.
I lowered my gaze to the floor then. I couldn't look at Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds while I was naked. I couldn't stand the intensity of Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds' eyes on me. However, I felt them. My stomach fluttered. My pussy was on fire.
Mr. Reynolds stood and stalked toward me. He ran his hands over my arms. I got goosebumps. His rough palms covered my breasts, and he dug his fingers in. He massaged them roughly and rocked my body back and forth. I let a moan escape my lips.
"I like bigger breasts in a slut." He said with a frown in his voice.
"Oh, they aren't that small. A good handful." Mrs. Reynolds stood and went behind me. Her hands slithered around my waist. "She is an obedient slut I think Mark."
Mr. Reynolds said nothing. Instead, he gripped my nipples. "Eeeeeeeeyyy." I let out when he clamped them tighter and yanked me up onto my toes. Tears welled in my eyes.
"Sensitive nipples." Mrs. Reynolds commented. Her fingers walked toward my sex. She ran them over my outer lips and pinched and pulled at them.
I parted my thighs. My body temperature skyrocketed. My hips involuntarily rolled as I was held up on the balls of my feet. Mr. Reynolds tweaked my nipples as he pulled and released pulled and released.
"Seems so." He agreed about my nipples. "How is the cunt?"
"Take a look for yourself." Mrs. Reynolds pulled my lips apart, and the cool air felt even colder on my bald dripping pussy.
I moaned wantonly as Mr. Reynolds finger traced my inner lips. "How lovely. She hasn't seen much use." He found my clit and pinched it hard.
"Ahhhh!" I shuddered. "Please," I begged.
The two of them laughed. Each took a labia in between their fingers and pulled in opposite directions. My head fell back as it felt crowded down there. There was a myriad of fingers probing me, exploring me, and teasing me.
"What about the back?" Mr. Reynolds asked as his finger worked inside me.
I balled my fists. I gasped for breath. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room. I couldn't breathe. Dear lord I couldn't breathe. My neighbors, in their forties, were groping me, and I wasn't stopping them. I wasn't even upset. If anything I was so into it I would have done anything for it to continue.
"I haven't looked." Mrs. Reynolds responded. "I know how much you like a slutty ass; I saved that for you."
Mr. Reynolds swirled his finger in me, and I bucked my hips into their hands. "Please," I said again. It fell on deaf ears. I was humiliated being spread out and teased this way by the couple. Humiliated and beyond horny. I was a slut. It seemed to be affirmed to me with each thing that happened.
"Bend slut, touch your toes." Mrs. Reynolds removed her hands. Mr. Reynolds followed suit.
Immediately I missed the fullness of his finger inside me. I missed the feeling of their fingers touching me. I wanted it. I craved it. How depraved was I?
I did as Mrs. Reynolds instructed. I parted my legs farther and bent forward. I touched the floor and felt the stretch in the back of my legs.
The first touch of my ass cheek caused me to jolt. I should have expected it. However, the small smooth hand of Mrs. Reynolds was familiar. She ran her nails over my ass and once again I had goosebumps. I moaned.
Mr. Reynolds wasn't as gently. He slapped me, and I nearly fell forward. He rubbed in the sting and then squeezed. I groaned and closed my eyes. It was hot.
I'm not sure whose hands did it. However, someone pulled my ass cheeks apart. I heard the sound and then felt the spit drip down my crack. I immediately knew who was pressing against my anal opening.
"Please," I whined when the wide digit pushed harder.
"Shhhh slut." Mrs. Reynolds whispered. "I know you want it slut. You don't need to beg yet. We know we have to go slow though."
"But." I shook in anticipation. I had never had any anal anything. I was terrified. I was horny as all fuck, and they were playing with my butt.
"Yes, good slut." Mr. Reynolds joined in. "This is your butt." He laughed, and I felt my anal ring give way, and his finger popped in. I gasped and whined louder.
"She's a smart slut." Mrs. Reynolds mocked. She squeezed my ass cheeks. I realized then it was her who was holding them open as Mr. Reynolds forced his finger into my ass.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "It hurts." My voice was incredibly weak.
At first, it felt like I needed to use the restroom. It burned. However, it didn't take long for my ass to like it. Mr. Reynolds twisted a few times. He pumped his finger in and out. Within a few inward thrusts and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. My ass seemed to be a direct line to submission. My head spun.
"We will hurt you sometimes slut," Mr. Reynolds said as he twisted his finger. "But we will never harm you. We will never injure you. You are our slut. You are our pet. We know what is best."
My legs wobbled and my brain fogged. I felt like I was hyperventilating. "Y-y-y-yes Mr-Mr-Mr. Reynolds.'
"That's a good slut." Mrs. Reynolds cooed. "You're such a good slut."
Each time she said slut my motor revved. My pussy twitched. I moaned when Mr. Reynolds pulled his finger out. I missed it. How disgusting was I?
"She will do nicely for us Pat." Mr. Reynolds slapped my ass again. I cried out. My vocalization earned me two more whacks to each cheek. The stinging vibrated through my body.
"Stand up slut." Mrs. Reynolds pulled me. It was more of a guiding. I stood up dizzy from all the touching.
The couple stood side by side in front of me. Mrs. Reynolds wore a loose nightgown and sweat socks. Her bleached hair ruffled in perfect bedhead. Mr. Reynolds stroked his erection through his pants slowly.
"You are our slut." Mr. Reynolds explained.
"Yes. Mr. Reynolds." I agreed in a sultry voice I had never heard before.

[hirarandi]

You will do for us what our spouse won't." Mrs. Reynolds added. "I will not allow my husband to fuck my ass. I am a proper lady. I don't give blowjobs." She sneered the words. 
"But you will." Mr. Reynolds said hungrily pointing to me. 
The thought of Mr. Reynold's cock, which now I couldn't take my eyes off of both excited me and repulsed me. He wasn't attractive. He wasn't young. But I was his slut. The thought of that definitely excited me and shamed me. "Yes. Mr. Reynolds." 
"I don't eat pussy." Mr. Reynolds announced with pride. "And I don't get fucked in the ass either." 
"But you will take my dildo's with pride won't you slut." Mrs. Reynolds purred. 
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I said quickly again in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. 
Mr. Reynolds pulled the band of his sweats down, and his cock sprung out. I hadn't seen many cocks in my life, but he seemed huge. It was thick and veiny. It seemed like there was a lot of skin, especially around the head. 
"Get on your knees slut." Mr. Reynolds commanded in a feral tone. "Show me how obedient you are. My wife told me how well you listened to her and I want to see it." 
The added pressure of having to live up to what Mrs. Reynolds had said had me on my knees in a flash. I crawled to him and took his hefty cock in my hand. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. 
Both he and Mrs. Reynolds looked down at me hungrily. I felt the warmth on my cheeks. I felt my stomach flop. He smelled. He smelled of musk and dirt. 
"Kiss it." Mrs. Reynolds instructed. 
I puckered my lips and gave the tip a peck. 
The two of them laughed at me. Embarrassment washed over me. I wanted to please my neighbors. At my core, I wanted nothing more than to make Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds proud of me. 
"Deeper slut." Mr. Reynolds offered in a husky voice. 
I opened my mouth and pressed it to the tip. When I moved my mouth down onto Mr. Reynolds' cock, it pulled back the foreskin. The salty and a bit of a urine taste was my reward. I gagged, and they laughed at me again. 
"She's perfect." Mrs. Reynolds said. 
"She will be." Mr. Reynolds agreed. 
My heart sang. It was all I needed to push me further. I stretched my lips wider and pushed my head further. I had given head to Tyler before. But he was a bit thinner than Mr. Reynolds. 
I felt a hand on the back of my head. "Down." Mrs. Reynolds coached. 
She pushed my head down and buried my nose in the nest of dark curls at the base of Mr. Reynolds cock. She had forced him deep into my throat, and I gagged hard. My stomach retched when she let go, and I spit up the drool. 
They laughed at me again. "Good slut. I like it sloppy." Mr. Reynolds praised, and my heart fluttered. 
Once I caught my breath, I took him back in my mouth. He was girthy and at full length. I bobbed my head back and forth but didn't quite make it more than three-quarters of the way down. Mr. Reynolds moaned though. I knew I was doing something right. 
Again, it took the urging of Mrs. Reynolds to push my head down as far as Mr. Reynolds wanted. Mrs. Reynolds held me there. My arms flailed out. I couldn't breathe. I really couldn't breathe. My lungs burned. My throat spasmed. 
My eyes watered and my nose ran. Finally, Mrs. Reynolds let me go. I fell back and gasped for breath. I looked up at them pathetically. Mr. Reynolds cock glistened from my mouth. 
"Hungry slut come get your dinner." Mr. Reynolds reached for me. "Don't get lazy now." 
"Yes. Mr. Reynolds." I got back on my knees and took a deep breath. I bobbed up and down on his cock. This time I tried to push myself. I tried to take more of him. I even twisted my head and swiped my tongue all around his uncut cock. 
Mr. Reynolds pushed his hips out. It drove his cock into my throat. I got the hint. I went down farther this time. I took him in my throat the first time by myself. 
I was rewarded with pinches to my nipples. My throat quivered around Mr. Reynolds cock, and Mr. Reynolds groaned grabbing my ears. Mrs. Reynolds pulled and twisted my nipples. I whined which only had Mr. Reynolds' cock jumping in my mouth. 
"She will look so pretty in nipple clamps." Mrs. Reynolds told him. 
"Yes." He grunted. Mr. Reynolds pulled my face back and forth while he thrust his cock in and out of my throat. Each time I gagged. I was thankful though that I got a breath in between inward motions. 
"Put her on the table." Mrs. Reynolds suggested. 
In a whoosh, I was lifted from my armpits and laid on my back on the table. Mr. Reynolds tugged me, and my head hung over the side. "Good idea." He said and mounted my mouth. Mr. Reynolds gripped my breasts as handles and started to pump vigorously into me. 
The gurgles from my throat seemed only to spur him on. Mrs. Reynolds took a position between my legs. I willingly parted them for her, and she explored my cunt again. She stroked my sheer lips. 
Mrs. Reynolds pinched my clit and slipped two fingers into me. "I think I could fist her Mark." She seemed excited. The thought of it made my stomach flip. I was their slut though. 
Mr. Reynolds only grunted at her. Mrs. Reynolds resumed playing with me. She pressed my clit and pulled it. All the while she pushed two fingers into me in time with Mr. Reynolds thrusts into my throat. 
Drool covered my face. Snot was in my hair. Mr. Reynolds showed no mercy. I was dizzy. I was foggy. I was a submissive slut play-thing for them. Mrs. Reynolds worked a third finger in me, and I jumped on the cock in my throat. 
"That's it." Mrs. Reynolds praised. "Be a good slut. I love how sensitive she is." 
Mr. Reyold's thrusts became shorter and quicker. The tip of his cock grew wider, and I could no longer breathe. He had it nestled in my throat. I flailed again. Mrs. Reynolds laughed and pushed her fingers deeper into me. She curled them up and stroked my g-spot 
"Cum in her throat baby." Mrs. Reynolds said. "If you fill her belly I'll let her cum." 
Mr. Reynolds let out a loud feral cry. I choked on it. The first large squirt I'm sure came out of my mouth. He pulled and sprayed my face with rope after rope of jizz. 
I panted wildly. Mrs. Reynolds was brutally fingering me and pinching my nubbin without remorse. My legs shook, and I writhed on the table. Cum up my nose. Spit in my hair. Mr. Reynolds pulled at my burning nipples. 
"Should we let her cum?" Mrs. Reynolds asked. 
"Yeah," Mr. Reynolds slapped my breasts, and all it did was push me closer to the edge. "Let the slut cum. I want to see how it looks on her." 
A fourth finger crammed into me and it was like lightning. I screamed out and gripped the table. My whole world crashed around me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. It radiated out from my clit through my whole body. 
I gyrated on the table and saw stars before my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, but all I did was move. My muscles tightened and released. I was in submissive euphoria. I gasped for breath when I came down. My lids were heavy. I was slick with sweat. 
Someone pulled and jostled me. My head rested on a soft and wide shoulder. My body curled up and pressed against a hairy body. Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds had lifted me from the table and now sat with me cuddled in his lap. 
I saw her hand out of the corner of my eye. It was fuzzy. I knew who it was though. Mrs. Reynolds stood over us and stroked my hair. They took care of me as I twitched in orgasmic aftershocks and lingered in sub-space. 
That is how I became my neighbors' pet slut. I don't regret any of it. I look forward to telling you more about my experience.

[hirarandi]

I have to admit something. I love wearing their cum. When Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds use my mouth, I love when they let me wear their cum. It's my slut badge of honor. It's a visible sign that I have pleased them.
Not to mention, there is this smell, it's hard to describe, its kind of musky, anyway. The smell keeps me horny. That is their goal after all; to keep me horny. Oh, the depraved things they get me to do when I am horny. I will do anything for them and let them do anything to me if they promise an orgasm.
I know I told you all about how Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds taunted me about getting me pierced. It was a thing. It was amazing.
It was about three weeks after I began serving them. Mrs. Reynolds keeps me on a very strict routine and diet. My body has never looked better. She is the best yoga instructor I have ever had. Let's start there. It really was a great day.
As I sat in Bound Angel position, Mr. Reynolds slipped two vibrating eggs into my spread opening. I am pretty consistently wet when I am with them, so no lube was needed. Once I was stuffed, and moaning softly with the low vibrations, Mrs. Reynolds applied the first weighted clamp.
I let out a yip and clenched my teeth. The bite of the clamp always startles me. The second bite on my outer lips causes the same reaction. Even when I know its coming, it hurts and surprises me. I breathe through my nose and out my mouth as I get used to the burn of the weighted clamps on my swollen, slick, labia.
To add to it, Mr. Reynolds takes my right nipple and pinches it between his fingers. When its good and hard, he attaches a vibrating clamp. I groan loudly. It is so hard to concentrate when they do this. They double team me. My left nipple meets the same fate.
At this point, almost all my sensitive areas are vibrating. I am oozing arousal, and my head is swimming. Mrs. Reynolds had to call out the second pose twice before I heard her and moved.
The weights pulled at my lips, and I whimpered. I wanted to bend to alleviate the stretch somehow. It didn't help. With my hand on my hip, my legs parted slightly; I bent toward my right. The weights shifted. The eggs within me went further inside me, pressing against my g-spot. I shuddered.
The clamps on my nipples made me hyper-aware of their presence. They seemed only to have one speed: Tease the fuck out of the wearer. The eggs though, they had multiple. Mr. Reynolds joyfully played with the speeds. Holding the pose was hard.
"How many will Rob do at once?" Mrs. Reynolds asked.
"It depends on her tolerance." Mr. Reynolds asked. He upped the speed on both eggs, and I whined.
"Well, I definitely want the hood piercing." Mrs. Reynolds asserted.
"And I want the nipples." Mr. Reynolds lowered the speed. Once again I whined. He teased me with the control. I wanted more. I wanted to get off. They had denied me orgasm for three days and kept me in a state of endless frenzy.
"Slut, switch sides." Mrs. Reynolds spoke as if I were an afterthought.
I bent my body the other way. The weights shifted. The eggs shifted. My nipples were on fire. My clit pulsed with need.
We went through the poses. I did my best to be as silent as possible. It was impossible. By the end of my routine, I was dripping with sweat, and my cunt was a leaky faucet.
"Come, slut." Mr. Reynolds curled his finger to give me the signal that I was not to orgasm but to approach him. I whined in disappointment.
I went down to my knees. I crawled toward Mr. Reynolds. The weight swayed, and I had to stop after two steps. My body was an exposed nerve of erotic need. He laughed. "Pet." He warned.
I whined and continued on my way. Once at his feet, I spread my knees far apart and sat back on my heels. The weights touched the floor, and I was thankful for the relief. However, my lips parted, and I had to tense my internal muscles to hold the eggs in. I hadn't been permitted to expel them.
Mrs. Reynolds crouched behind me and stroked my hair. "I think someone is horny." She mocked as she whispered in my ear.
I shook and nodded. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds."
Mrs. Reynolds pulled at the clamps on my nipples. I arched my back and hissed through clenched teeth. The burn in them was unreal. "Be careful my love," Mr. Reynolds warned his wife. They never called me anything other than slut or pet. "We are having those done today."
"Of course." Mrs. Reynolds released one and then the other nipple, and I let out a howl of joy.
The blood rushed back to my nipples, and I almost cried. Mrs. Reynolds reached around and gently grazed them with her palm. My body twitched in an attempt to get away from the stimulation. However, she was behind me, and I couldn't go far.
Mrs. Reynolds released a throating chuckle each time I moved. "What a delight it will be to hang permanent jewelry from these lovely nipples."
"Agreed." Mr. Reynolds said as he reached down and tugged at the clamps on my lower lips.
"Ahhhh." I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.
Mr. Reynolds pressed his thumb against my clit and slid two fingers into my filled hole. The eggs inside me clacked together. He turned the vibration up, and I nearly doubled over. Mrs. Reynolds held me up.
"Please," I whispered. "Please Mr. Reynolds." I felt weak. I was so close as he pushed the eggs up and let them fall back down into my canal. All the while, his thumb circled my clit.
"Be careful Love." Mrs. Reynolds teased as she pinched my nipples. I arched my back. My body warred with itself. Did I want to bend forward to alleviate the pressure on my clit or arch back to alleviate the pull of my nipples?
"I know." Mr. Reynolds grumbled and stopped teasing my clit.
I whimpered missing the stimulation. I needed to get off. I was desperate. I humped at the air when Mr. Reynolds removed his hand from my sex. The weights scbangd the ground.
The two of them laughed at me. Mrs. Reynolds plucked at my nipples. I whined incessantly. I humped my hips. I was embarrassed at my vulgar display of horniness.
Mr. Reynolds pulled the small chains holding the weights on my labia. When he removed the weights from my cunt, I cried out and saw stars. He brought his fingers to my mouth and swiped my own arousal under my nose.
The vibration within me stopped. However, I was very aware of the size and location of the two eggs. "I think she's ready." Mrs. Reynolds announced as she released my sore nipples.
I looked, dazed between the two of them. Ready? Ready for what? Mr. Reynolds helped me to my feet. When I wobbled, he held me steady.
They dressed me in a bikini top and some booty shorts. I wore no panties or bras when with them out in public. The shorts had been cut from a pair of my jeans. Mrs. Reynolds had styled them herself.
A thick strip of jean, the seam really, nestled itself between my pussy lips. It effectively kept the eggs within me. The sides of the "leg holes" we slit. My ass cheeks hung out the bottom. I was sex on toast.
Mrs. Reynolds offered me a pair of flip-flops to wear. Deep in subspace, Mrs. Reynolds to my right and Mr. Reynolds to my left, they led me out of the house. Each step caused the eggs to move inside me. Each step I bit back a moan.
They ensured I got into the back seat safely. Mr. Reynolds buckled me in. Mrs. Reynolds got in beside me. Mr. Reynolds got in the driver's seat.
"You are going to get pierced today slut," Mrs. Reynolds stroked my hair. "You will be so pretty." She cooed.
Mr. Reynolds pulled the car out. "You'll be fucking hot." Mr. Reynolds added crassly.
Mrs. Reynolds kissed my cheek and my neck. I tilted my head and offered her my body. I always offered them my body. It was theirs.
She licked my neck and sucked. Her teeth grazed my skin. I squirmed. Mr. Reynolds must have had the remote. He turned the eggs on again. I jolted.
Mrs. Reynolds chuckled and flicked her tongue against my earlobe. "You think you're horny now?" She pressed. She popped open my fly and slipped her hand into my jeans.
Mrs. Reynolds pressed her palm against my mound. I immediately ground my hips against her. She bit my earlobe. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I breathed heavily.
"When the barbell is through your hood we will have a nice large bead on your clit. You will feel it all the time." She explained in a whisper to my ear.
I moaned and threw my head back. I humped her hand. "Please," I begged.
Mr. Reynolds laughed. I caught his eye in in the rearview mirror. I spread my legs wider so he could see Mrs. Reynolds playing with me.
Mrs. Reynolds pinched my clit. "You're such a slut. Are you spreading your legs so I can play with you?" She teased.
My stomach flopped, and my chest flared in embarrassment. I was. I was spreading my legs for Mrs. Reynolds for Mr. Reynolds. For both of them. I was a slut. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I couldn't concentrate on much other than her hand and the eggs deep inside me.
"It's a good thing you took her hon," Mr. Reynolds made a right. "Can't imagine what would have happened to such a slut without us."
"I know." Mrs. Reynolds nipped at my neck some more and clawed at the seat. "She is so lucky. Aren't you, slut?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I gasped.
"And my husband?" She pressed harder into my clit. "Shouldn't you thank him?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I nodded and drove my hips forward. "Yes. Mrs. Reynolds. Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. Thank you. Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. Thank you." I repeated.
They laughed, and Mrs. Reynolds withdrew her hand. "Close your fly." She admonished.
As I looked down and whimpered at the lack of stimulation I did as I was told. "Yes, Mrs.-"
Mrs. Reynolds fingers were in my mouth. I sealed my lips around them and sucked hard. The flavor of my cunt was familiar to me at this point. I had sucked it off Mr. Reynolds cock. I sucked off Mrs. Reynolds dildos. I had sucked it off both their hands. I kind of liked my own tang.
Once we were in the studio, Mrs. Reynolds helped me out of the car. The eggs were turned off. I walked drunkenly, with each of them at my side into the piercers. I learned his name was Rob.
I explained I wanted my nipples and my clitoral hood pierced. Rob explained the risks and the benefits of getting such piercings. Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds were silent. Through the discussion, I came out of my submissive and hedonistic haze. When I signed the consent, I was free and clear minded. I wanted those piercings. It would please my owners.
Rob was a friend of my owners. I learned that quickly. Mr. Reynolds ordered me to strip when Rob pulled the curtains and locked the door to the shop. We had privacy.
I didn't hesitate. I was still high on subspace and endorphins. I obeyed my owners without question. I peeled the shorts from me. My puffy labia on full display and tugged the bikini top off.
I interlaced my fingers and bowed my head. I spread my feet shoulder-width apart. I assumed inspection position. I assumed that was what my owners wanted. They both cooed their praises. They fanned the flame of need within me.
Rob inspected me with my owners watching. At first, I was confused. I was concerned about the stranger touching me. I looked to Mr. Reynolds for reassurance as the Rob pulled and tweaked my nipples, testing their response. Mr. Reynolds took my hands down and squeezed my left. Mrs. Reynolds squeezed my right
"It's okay slut." They said in unison. It was. I had their approval. I had their praise. It was going to be okay.
Rob started with my nipples. Mr. Reynolds held my left hand. Mrs. Reynolds held my right. Rob was quick and masterful. The burn of the needle through my nipple sent a shockwave through my system. My eyes welled with tears.
I didn't actually let the tears fall until the second nipple was done. I screamed, and my owners squeezed my hands. They both whispered how proud of me they were. They told me I was a good slut to do this for them. They told me they were pleased with me.
Rob reviewed with my owners and me how to properly clean my nipples. He explained the length of time healing would take. Basically, my nipples would be out of commission for some time. I looked to my owners. They would be disappointed in me. They loved my nipples. I felt sad.
I was then directed to lie back. The table had stirrups like a gynecological table. Mr. Reynolds guided my feet to the stirrups. Mrs. Reynolds stroked my hair. She whispered praises. I looked down between my spread knees.
Mr. Reynolds and Rob were there. They peered at my opened sex. "You're going to have to take those out," Rob said.
My cheeks burned, and my head flew back. The eggs.
"Expel them, slut." Mr. Reynolds ordered.
I clenched my muscles, and the slurp of one and then the other leg mortified me. I covered my face with both my hands. Mrs. Reynolds stroked my hair. "You are such a good pet." She said.
"She held them in for a long time." Mr. Reynolds explained to Rob.
"Well trained then," Rob replied.
I could have died on the table. It was one thing for Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds to discuss me among themselves but the piercer? I didn't know him. I whimpered.
Mrs. Reynolds pulled my hands from my face. "Don't hide slut. I want to see you."
I whimpered even louder.
Mrs. Reynolds smiled down at me. She kissed my forehead. "Good girl." She praised. "Our good slut."
I jumped when the wide fingers, gloved fingers, pulled at my labia. "They are nice and fat. You going to get those done too?"
"Not today." Mr. Reynolds explained. "I like to dangle weights from them still. I don't want those out of commission too."
The two men laughed, and I felt the wide finger slide into my opening. I bucked my hips and moaned. Mrs. Reynolds stroked my cheek.
"So responsive seems tight," Rob stated as his fingers twisted inside me.
His thumb pressed into my clit. I yipped and curled my toes. I balled my fists. I could cum right there if they let me. "Please Mrs. Reynolds," I begged.
"Can she orgasm before the piercing?" Mrs. Reynolds asked.
The fingers moved within me roughly. The thumb applied more pressure than before. I was about to burst. My hips bucked back and forth. "Please! Mr. Reynolds!" I cried out.
"She clenches well," Rob commented.
It was as if my cries went unheard. "Mrs. Reynolds." I whimpered. "Please," I begged further.
"You have my permission slut, but you know you have to get both of our permissions when we are both present." She combed my hair with her fingers.
"Please!" I screamed. "Mr. Reynolds." I was desperate.
The two men laughed between my legs. "How long have you been putting her off?" Rob asked and worked a third finger into me.
I twisted on the table. I rode Rob's hand as if he were a bronco. I panted. I gasped. I wailed in need. They ignored me and conversed about me.
"Been about three days. We wanted her primed for you." Mr. Reynolds grinned and patted my calf as I trembled.
"Won't impact things if you let her," Rob answered finally.
"I know but look at her." Mr. Reynolds stroke my leg teasingly.
I gritted my teeth and breathed shallowly. I couldn't hold it back much longer. "Please." I tried one more time.
"She is so lost in her need to cum. She will do anything. She is such a slut like this. I can fuck her. You can fuck her. My wife can fuck her. She will do anything when she is this horny. Hell, I bet I could fuck her ass, you could fuck her cunt, and she would eat my wife out if we just told her she could cum afterward."
The men laughed. Then the hand inside me stopped. "Okay." That was all I heard. I whined I needed more. I needed his hand.
Mrs. Reynolds tugged down her capri pants and panties. She climbed on top of the table. She lowered her pussy over my mouth. They had trained me. I knew what I had to do without being told. Though, I was just told.
I sucked on her outer lips. I pulled one into my mouth and then the other. She slid back and forth; she rubbed her slit on my face. I moaned. Her smell filled my nose and my lungs. I lapped at her sex trying to follow her rhythm.
She lifted up, and they tugged me to my fit. I wobbled. I was dizzy. My Reynolds held me against his belly. My hand fell, and I realized he had taken off his pants. My hand went to his cock and pumped his semi-hard dick.
He pressed me against him. "You are such a slut." He praised me
"Thank you, Mr. Reynolds." I gasped.
Mr. Reynolds handed me off to Rob. "Get him ready, pet." Mrs. Reynolds ordered.
I fell to my knees and pulled the man's opened pants down. I took his flaccid member in my mouth. "Whoa!" He cried and rested his hands on my head. "You weren't kidding. She is a goddamn slut!"
The three of them laughed at me. I thrummed with need. I would never have done this in a million years if they didn't make me their slut. I was so grateful they had. Rob's dick was thin and long; nothing like Mr. Reynolds. Its length pushed past my gag reflex, and I jerked when he was fully hard.
Hands, I'm not sure whose, went to my armpits and lifted. I laid on my back on top of Mr. Reynold's soft and hair body. My legs were returned to the stirrups. Mr. Reynolds pulled my ass cheeks apart. "We've been practicing slut. Are you ready?" He growled in my ear.
Something cool touched my anal ring. A finger massaged the gel into my pucker. I moaned and shivered. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds."
The swollen head of his erection pressed against my opening. Since Mrs. Reynolds had been using a plug on my ass for a week now, I opened quickly. I spent most of my time alone plugged. My ass was primed for Mr. Reynolds.
I loudly howled when he sunk into the root. Every muscle in my body responded. I dove into the subspace pool and could only concentrate on the slight movement of the veiny dick in my ass.
Mr. Reynolds sucked on my neck. For a while, I rode the wave of anal sex. I got used to the feeling of him buried inside me. Then, though, then it came. Like a whoosh I wasn't prepared for, Rob thrust himself into my cunt
Again I howled. I gripped Mr. Reynolds arms, and he grunted in my ear. Mr. Reynolds' small thrusts stopped. Rob, however, pounded into me. I felt the thin wall between my toy holes was all that separated the two men from touching.
My body trembled. I wailed loudly. My head spun. Double penetration was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body was in overdrive. Then, then the sweet taste of Mrs. Reynolds was on my face.
My tongue darted into her slit. I frantically searched for her clit. To be honest, it must have been the worst I ever was at eating her out. I couldn't concentrate. It was more like she was riding my face. My nose pressed into her clit. My tongue slipped in and out of her hole.
The force of Rob driving into me drove me down onto Mr. Reynolds' cock. It slid my head back and forth against Mrs. Reynolds' pussy. I was useless. I was a useless fuck doll.
Mr. Reynolds went first. His cock swelled and spilled his semen deep into my ass. That must have triggered Rob. He went next. He bathed my womb in his jizz. With the two men sated and shrinking inside me. I focused on Mrs. Reynolds.
With renewed vigor, I swirled my tongue around. I found Mrs. Reynolds' clit and assaulted it with flicks and sucking. She humped my head and held my ears. "Fucking slut that's it. Eat my pussy you goddamn whore!" She bellowed.
Mr. Reynolds slapped my ass. I bucked. I was so over sensitive. Rob had withdrawn from me and pinched pressed on my clit. I moaned loud into Mrs. Reynolds' pussy.
Shortly after, Mrs. Reynolds bathed me in her juice. She gushed over my face and pulled my head against her. I couldn't breathe. I could only taste her.
She climbed off me. I writhed on the table. Rob had three of his fingers buried in my cunt. Mr. Reynolds' flaccid cock moved within me. I could barely concentrate. "Please," I asked weakly.

[hirarandi]

Cum." All three of them said. With a thrust from Mr. Reynolds and a pinch of my clit, I did. I exploded. It was beyond powerful. I shook hard over Mr. Reynolds.
It felt like the never-ending orgasm. I gasped for breath. I clawed at the table. The fingers in me kept pumping. My clit throbbed Wave after wave, ripple after ripple, I cried out. 
Once I came down, I felt the tug. I had a new barbell through my clitoral hood. A little metal ball rested on my clit. It felt slutty. I felt sated.

[hirarandi]

I was not prepared for the impact the vertical clitoral hood piercing would have on me. If I wasn't a slut before, the piercing made me one. After the initial weeks of the awkward feeling of metal rubbing against my clit, I adjusted. A good five weeks after it healed, and I was in business again.
Just to be clear, those five weeks, I was not sexually idle. My owners would have none of that. Mr. Reynolds decided that it was the perfect time to begin my anal journey. Mrs. Reynolds believed it was the perfect time for me to perfect my oral sex skills. I found it to be a time of torturous horniness.
Now, I know I told you about how I had been wearing plugs a lot per Mr. Reynolds orders. It was nothing like during those five weeks. The only time I am not plugged is during the night when I am asleep. Otherwise, I am walking around with a plug. Sometimes, I am crawling, with a cute little tail plug (I am a pet after all).
The first week of healing, the plug was standard size; don't get me wrong, it was still intrusive, and I was very aware of my anal invader. It also kept me in a near constant state of submission. Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds adore my "submissive glow."
As my parents were still away, I no longer slept at my parent's home. The Reynolds felt it was unnecessary. During my healing, I slept at the foot of their bed, on a huge pillow. They wanted to monitor my aftercare of my piercings. They didn't say it outright, but I got the feeling they didn't trust me to keep them clean.
Part of my duties as their pet slut now included waking each morning to provide both of them oral sex. Mr. Reynolds was first. Mrs. Reynolds liked to sleep in. When I awoke, with an alarm, at 7 am, I began my day.
I went to the on-suite bathroom to relieve myself. I carefully cleaned my piercing with saline and allowed myself to air dry. I brushed my teeth, because who wants a slut with bad breath? Then I slide the plug that has been left out for me with ample lube.
That morning, it felt like a monster. It had two bulbs on it. The one near the tip was a just as smidge smaller than the fat one at the base. The base was narrow so that I wouldn't waddle too bad when walking.
There is no real sexy way to insert a plug on your own. I mean, in porn, women just hike their leg up and pop those suckers in. Yeah, not me. I had to place the plug on the closed toilet lid jack it off with lube. Then turn and squat over it.
The first bulb pressed against my anal ring, and I closed my eyes. There is something deeply humiliating about pushing a large object into your ass by yourself. Sure, when someone else is there to do it, you can sort of write it off as it's not your choice. When you are by yourself, it's your choice.
So there I was, squatting over the closed toilet, a large purple plug pressing into my ass, and gasping while my sex heated up. Anything anal seemed to shoot shocks of arousal straight to my core. Not to mention the little bead that now rested against my clit.
I tried my best not to grunt or moan too loud. I was sure I failed. I often did when Mr. Reynolds upped the size. It took a good five passes until my cheeks hit the seat and the plug nestled into place. Before that point, I fucked my ass with the plug.
Picture that. A petite twenty-something girl with my athletic build bobbing up and down on a purple bulbed plug in a bathroom while her forty-something owners snore just outside the door. Humiliating, definitely; erotic as all get out; absolutely.
Needless to say, by the time the plug had firmly penetrated my ass, I was a horny mess. I desperately wanted to rub my pussy. My cheeks were flush; my chest was pink. I looked in the full-length mirror, with my thighs spread so far apart, my lower lips revealed my cunt.
I stared at it for a moment. The curved silver barbell was through my hood. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I could see the bead on my engorged clit. It would be nothing for me to press it, to roll it, just to tease myself. My hand hovered over my sex.
It blocked my view. My needy haze was clouding my judgment. Did I want to risk the punishment of playing with Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds' cunt without permission? No. I most certainly did not.
With a sigh, I pulled myself off the toilet. The plug moved, and my legs wobbled. I couldn't stop the moan from coming out. I needed to focus on my morning tasks.
I went downstairs to begin breakfast. I prepared French toast, pancakes, sausage, waffles, eggs, anything they wanted. I had it all ready for them by the time my owners awoke. I also brewed coffee. Mrs. Reynolds is a beast without her coffee in the morning.
Once breakfast was made, and warming in the oven, I returned to their bedroom. Carefully, I crawled under the covers and found Mr. Reynolds' cock hidden within his tightie-whities. Sometimes, he has morning wood and its quick. Other times, I have to get him going.
That particular morning, he was already sporting wood. He rolled onto his back the minute my mouth came in contact with his erection. A few bobs and twists in my head had him straining. His hand came to the crown of my head and I deep throated him.
Since Mr. Reynolds adores getting head; my skills have improved immensely. I can hold him deep in my throat for quite a while. Once, Mrs. Reynolds timed me. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I got to three minutes.
That morning, Mr. Reynolds seemed to be in a rush. He pumped into my mouth a few times before he gave me my breakfast. I swallowed every drop of his jizz. I was proud of myself to have learned that so quickly. I suckled at his cock until he was soft.
"Good slut." He patted my head and slurped his now flaccid member out of my mouth.
He slid from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
My task then was to attend to Mrs. Reynolds. She's a tougher nut to crack. I can't just go in for the kill for Mrs. Reynolds. I have to be a lot more seductive.
Mrs. Reynolds lay on her belly. It's hard to get to any good parts when the woman is on her stomach. That doesn't mean I didn't know how to please my owner. No, Mrs. Reynolds taught me there are many pleasurable places, less obvious thus less used.
Starting at Mrs. Reynolds feet, I sucked her large toe into my mouth. The taste of dirt and foot are hard to ignore. I swirled my tongue around. She withdrew her foot from me. I extended my tongue and lapped at her heel then up the back of her calf.
Mrs. Reynolds shook her leg. I took that as a sign to mean I needed to attend to the other foot. I pressed kisses up the pad of her foot past her arch and up her heel. I nipped at the back of her calf. She offered me a soft moan as a reward.
I kept going. My tongue dragged along the crease of the back of Mrs. Reynolds' knee. I did the same to the opposite knee. I dragged my tongue up the back of her thigh. I gently bit across her cotton panty clad ass.
When the Reynolds' first told me I was no longer permitted panties, I hated the idea. I even resented Mrs. Reynolds each time I had to pull down hers to get to her delicious pussy. However, now that I have embraced being their pet slut, I think they would bother me. Thankfully, I don't think I'll ever have to find out.
Mrs. Reynolds stirs with a bit of a chuckle. "Such a naughty slut." She moaned.
I nibbled under one cheek and then the other. I pushed aside the cotton and pressed my tongue between her cheeks. Now, some would think I was going for her pussy. I wasn't. Mrs. Reynolds likes a bit of backdoor action as well.
My tongue slid between her crack of her behind. I pressed my lips each cheek, offering my humblest of worships and let my tongue trace figure eights on the pale globes of her tush while holding her panties to the side.
Mrs. Reynolds purred. I kept going. I pushed my tongue deeper. The tip of my tongue found her puckered opening. I had gotten used to the sour taste of her ass. I lapped at her anal ring as my free hand massaged the back of her thigh.
"What a hungry little cunt licker we have." She praised me in the most shameful way I could imagine. It stroked my arousal higher. The bead of the barbell pressed harder into my now fully erect clit. I humped at air while I tongued Mrs. Reynolds' asshole.
"Move along little slut." Mrs. Reynolds moaned.
I whimpered. If anyone ever told me that I would be disappointed being told to stop eating ass ever in my life, I would have thought they were crazy. Yet, there I was, wishing I could just tongue her ass for hours. I released her panties and continued on my journey.
Mrs. Reynolds remained on her back. I situated myself so that I straddled the small of her back and pressed my thumbs into her shoulder blades. One of Mrs. Reynolds' favorite things is when I give her massages. The pressure of this position pushes the curved bar through my hood against my clit. It drives me crazy to this day when I give her massages.
As I work the knots out of Mrs. Reynolds shoulders, I rocked my hips against her body. It's when the moan escaped my lips after a few minutes; I realized just what I did: I tried to get off. I froze.
"Someone is healed." Mrs. Reynolds observed. "Off." She patted the side of the bed.
I slipped from her and hung my head in shame. I was naughty. I would get punished. I was sure of it. I wasn't supposed to get off without their direction. Be horny yes, they loved that. They loved how desperate and amicable I could be when I was horny. I was fucking horny.
Mrs. Reynolds rolled to her back. "That felt good, slut?"
I knelt, closed thighed, beside Mrs. Reynolds in her bed. My hands were on my lap. My chin was down, and my hair fell before my face. I hated having to admit things to them. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
"Spread your knees." She instructed.
While trying to limit the bouncing on the mattress, I did as I was instructed. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."
I kept going farther and farther apart until she stopped me with a pat on my thigh. My lower lips spread open. The plug hung in my ass. For half a second I wondered if I had used too much lube and it would fall out.
Mrs. Reynolds rolled to her side. She wore a loose-fitting flannel nightshirt. With her head propped on her elbow, she reached for my sex.
He finger grazed my inner lips, and I bit my lip. My sex was slick with a mixture of lube and my own arousal. Tingles went through my body. However, they seemed to radiate from my clit. It seemed all my senses were wired to my pussy.
"You're so wet, slut." She purred and pressed at my clit.
I gritted my teeth and hissed. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds." I moaned.
She chuckled and used her thumb apply circular pressure to my clit. "Were you humping my back, slut?" She asked.
I humped the air while she toyed with me. I was desperate for her to finger me. I needed something. It felt like it had been an eternity since I had been permitted an orgasm. The plug shifted in and out of me with each movement of my hips. It felt like getting fucked.
I panted. I moaned. My body temperature went up. It was hard to concentrate. "Yes." I gasped. "Mrs. Reynolds."
She snickered and pinched my clit.
"Ahhh!" I whimpered as my body twitched.
"What were you doing?" She growled as she varied the pressure of her pinch.
"I was." I licked my bottom lip. "I was humping." I squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh my God, Mrs. Reynolds." I pleaded. "Mrs. Reynolds I humped your back!" I finally admitted.
She stopped all attention to my clit. "There you go little slut. That wasn't so hard." She praised me and stroked my cheek. The smell of my sex was on her hand.
I turned my face, seemingly instinctual. Actually, my owners taught me that my fluids were my responsibility. So were their fluids. Basically, anything that came out of the three of us was my job to clean.
I parted my lips and sucked her thumb. She sat up on the bed, and with her free hand, she stroked my hair affectionately. I curved my tongue and sucked. "You are such a well-trained pet." She praised.
After a few moments, Mrs. Reynolds patted the bed where Mr. Reynolds had been. "Lay back."
Foolishly, I for one second thought I would be the focus. I eagerly crawled around Mrs. Reynolds and did as she asked. I spread my legs wide again giving her access to my dripping, swollen, needy cunt.
She again laughed at me and shook her head. "Scoot down, slut. I want to ride your face." She told me.
I probably would have been disappointed. I should have been. I wasn't. Over the weeks I had been serving my owners, I found joy in their pleasure. It wasn't the same as an orgasm, but there was a satisfaction in getting someone off.
I did as Mrs. Reynolds asked. I moved my head down, and she pulled her panties off. She straddled my head, and all I could see were her thick curls over the puffy lips of an aroused woman. Pride swelled in my chest. I caused that.
The musky smell of sex filled my lungs. My head caged between her thighs as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I kissed and slid my tongue over her outer lips. I teased her as she pressed my hips with her hands.
Mrs. Reynolds rolled her hips as I swirled my tongue around exploring every inch of her sex. I had long since been accustomed to her flavor. I even liked it a little bit.
With my hands wrapped around her thighs, I pushed my head upward and let my tongue circle her nubbin. I flicked it a few times before my tongue slithered down to her opening. I thrust two, three, maybe four times into her, trying to get as deep as I could.
Mrs. Reynolds rolled her hips in circles. Her thighs tightened as I licked her. She moaned and gripped my hips. I bucked my hips upward.
She may not have been touching me. However, the sounds Mrs. Reynolds made when she got close to orgasm, always always, and I mean always, drove me crazy. Perhaps, it helped that it had been weeks since I had been permitted an orgasm. It also helped that I had the widest plug imaginable, for me, shoved in my ass. Oh, and did I mention that every move I made had a metal bead teasing my clit.
I was in full-on slut glory. My tongue assaulted Mrs. Reynolds' clit. My fingers dug at her thighs. She rode my face. My nose pressed deep into her ass.
Mrs. Reynolds howled in orgasm. She showered my face with pussy juice. I tried to lick and swallow all I could. Mrs. Reynolds was out of breath. I was gasping myself.
She rolled off me and patted my thigh. "You have learned well, slut." She praised me.
I beamed beside her. "Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds."
We laid there only for a few seconds. Mrs. Reynolds got up and went into the bathroom. I laid on the bed a few minutes longer before I got up.
Mr. Reynolds would be waiting for me downstairs. I had an anal inspection in my future before he went to work. Once they were gone, for the day, I would be permitted to do my yoga unwitnessed. I had come to hate doing yoga without them.

[hirarandi]

Hi, I'm Jenny, and I am a pet slut. It has been one month, three days, and seven hours since my last orgasm. Having to admit that, months ago, would have been agony. Now though, now I am fully invested in the sexual satisfaction of my owners.
My parents came home three days ago. The anxiety I felt about their return was nearly unbearable. It distracted me from my duties. I'm ashamed to admit that I was lackluster in my pleasuring of my owners.
The first few times, I received punishments. I was not permitted to touch my owners. I was not permitted to please my owners. They told me how displeased they were with me. It crushed me.
However, it only took them a day to realize something was amiss. Mrs. Reynolds tied me, naked, face-up, spread eagle to my bed at home. My home, not their home, my parent's home. I just knew they were going to reject me. They were going to end things.
Instead, they did the opposite. They sat on either side of me and probed me. Not in that way, you sick perverts, they did an emotional probe. They asked all the right questions and got me to admit my fear: losing them when my parents came home.
To my delight, it wasn't their plan. Instead, they just explained they would be more creative. To reassure me, Mrs. Reynolds straddled my face while Mr. Reynolds fucked my ass. They kissed over my slut body until they both got off.
While I got to sleep in their bed for the first time that night, between them, our sex sheets awaited me for when I returned to my parent's home. I didn't want the fantasy to end. I couldn't have been more wrong. It wouldn't end when my parents came home. It definitely got kicked up a notch.
My mother, gullible woman that she was, believed every morning I went to the Reynolds' house to teach Mrs. Reynolds yoga. In reality, I continued the morning routine. I have learned I thrive on structure.
In the evenings, my parents believed I spent my time out with friends. In reality, my evenings were spent with my owners. I entertained them in all manners they wished. I continued to wear plugs, but smaller ones, so my parents wouldn't notice my waddling. Unless I was with my owners, that's when I continued my training, per Mr. Reynolds' instructions.
The first Sunday my parents were home was interesting. I had to cut the morning routine short because I was due to go to church with my parents. So, after Mrs. Reynolds was satisfied, I hurried down the stairs to find Mr. Reynolds grinning at the bottom with his hands behind his back.
"Rushing off so soon, slut?" He asked with a hint of intention.
I swallowed hard, immediately concerned I had displeased him. "Forgive me, Mr. Reynolds." I bowed my head at him, standing at the bottom step. It put my height higher than his. It wasn't a comfortable position for me. "I have to go to church."
"Without your inspection?" He tsk'ed.
My hands were behind my back. I clasped and unclasped them nervously. "Mr. Reynolds, we discussed this and how I would not be able to complete my duties in full on Sundays."
"Turn around, slut." He ordered.
I whimpered but complied. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds."
"This will be a short inspection. I would be neglectful if I didn't give you a short inspection, pet." He said with a hand on the small of my back. "Bend."
I did as I was told. I put my hands on the higher step and parted my legs. There was an average size metal, jeweled plug, in my ass.
I felt Mr. Reynolds' wide, stubby, fingers pulled my ass cheeks apart. My cheeks grew crimson, and I hung my head. My sex already smoldered from Mrs. Reynolds' cries of passion earlier. I knew my puffy pussy lips glistened with my need.
Mr. Reynolds pushed the plug, and I groaned immediately. My legs wobbled. If he wanted to fuck me on the stairs, I wouldn't stop him. I couldn't stop him. I wiggled my ass invitingly.
Mr. Reynolds chuckled. I felt his fingers grip the plug and he pumped it a few times before he popped it out. I gasped feeling my hole spread wide and then tighten again.
"How pretty. You have a small little gape, slut." He observed as his finger traced my anal ring.
I moaned and rested my head on the step, freeing my hands. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart for him, giving him a better look at my puckered hole.
"Such a good whore you are." He praised, and it stroked my ego and my arousal.
Mr. Reynold's ran his finger from my protruding clit, over my spread pussy lips and up toward my well-lubed asshole. He pushed his two fingers in without any resistance. I leaned forward on the steps and again let out a sensual moan.
He finger fucked my ass a few strokes before I felt the first bulb enter me. I sucked in a breath not expecting him to fill me with anything more than a plug. My body trembled as he worked a larger ball into me. My knees weakened as he pulled it back out with another pop.
"What I wouldn't give to fuck this ass before so you can sit in that church with my cum leaking out of you." He whispered, and I trembled in need. I wanted that too. I wanted his cum inside me, on me, I wanted it all.
"Please, Mr. Reynolds," I begged for just that.
Mr. Reynolds swatted my ass playfully with a chuckle. "Good, pet."
Another bit of pressure before I squeaked and the medium-sized ball went back into my anus. My ass felt full. Though, I knew more was to come. I felt the thick rubber rod between the balls.
I felt the largest ball against my opening. Mr. Reynolds had applied a generous amount of lube to it. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to regulate my breathing. I braced myself for its entrance.
It burned. It stretched. It went halfway in, and I let out a squeal. Mr. Reynolds massaged my lower back and backed off.
I wouldn't say I'm an anal pro or anything but, I could take quite the girth. Mr. Reynolds enjoyed seeing my hole stretch. He enjoyed filling my ass with big toys and seeing how wet my pussy got.
As if on cue, Mr. Reynolds reached between my legs and pinched my swollen clit. "Ahhh." I shuddered.
"Be a good slut and maybe you can cum today." He teased.
I wiggled my hips again eager for whatever he would give me. I wanted that orgasm more than breath. I didn't care what he'd do to my body to get it.
Mr. Reynolds continued to pinch and press my clit. I felt the beads of sweat forming at my hairline as he pushed and pulled at the large ball threatening to tear my anal ring. I could feel that more of it went in each time he pushed. He was going slow though.
My head swam with hedonism when I finally felt it sink in. My asshole swallowed it. My hole didn't seal. I know because his finger traced my rim.
"Beautiful, pet slut." Mr. Reynolds crooned.
He tapped my back, the signal that I was to rise. I wobbled, and he held me upright. My hooded eyes wouldn't meet his. And he pulled me down to the floor. I was in horny subspace from his anal play.
He wrapped his arms around my naked body and held me. He petted my hair and whispered his appreciation of me in my ear. It didn't take long for me to come back to reality. He helped me with a sundress, pulling it over my head.
Just as I headed out the door, Mrs. Reynolds called from the top of the stairs, "Wait!"
I turned. The balls in me vibrated slightly with the movement, and I gasped. Mr. Reynolds grinned knowingly and evilly.
Mrs. Reynolds waved something at me that I didn't recognize as she trotted down the stairs. Also, her robe was open. Her sagging breasts swayed. Her stomach jiggled. My mouth watered. I was horny for a middle-aged woman.
Once at the bottom step, she thrust out a ball of black lace. "Pet, you are permitted to wear these during service." She announced, slightly out of breath.
I peered at her not fully understanding. I took what she held out and looked them over. I'm embarrassed to admit I didn't recognize panties when I saw them immediately.
The Reynolds' laughed at my confusion once it dawned on me. Holding Mrs. Reynolds, Mr. Reynolds assisted me in slipping the lacy things up my thighs. The thong nestled between my ass cheeks. To my surprise, a hard, plastic, battery pack pressed against my clit.
Mrs. Reynolds smiled wickedly and wiggled a remote. "Go worship, slut." She winked.
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds. Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds." I said not quite sure what was going on. I turned to Mr. Reynolds. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds, for filling my ass."
Mr. Reynolds nodded.
I didn't quite waddle out of their house, but I definitely took a few awkward steps. Between the size of what was inside me and the vibrations from them pushing together, I nearly came by the time I returned to my house.
"Don't you look all sweaty." My mother commented when I walked through the door.
Immediately my face heated in a blush. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"Well, no time." She said with a tight-lipped frown. "We're going to be late for service."
As she rushed me out of the door, my father followed. The moment I got in the back seat of the car, the radio clicked on to a Christian Rock station and my panties came to life. I gasped in surprise and gripped the hem of the sun-dress in tight fists.
"You okay, princess?" My father asked as he backed the car out of the drive.
I nodded biting my lip. I fought the urge to wiggle my hips. My ass full, my pussy vibrating, the metal bead teasing my engorged clit, I was dizzy. Church would be hell if this kept up.
Thankfully, it only lasted a minute or two before the vibration stopped. I let out a deep sigh. My owners were evil. My owners were devious. I loved them.
Sitting beside my parents at church was agony. Each time the choir sang, my clit did too. Each time the group repeated the words of the pastor my body rocked with need. The vibration of the panties had me seeing stars.
My toes curled, my body hummed, and I was sure anyone looking at me would see my nipples poking through the thin material of my sundress. However, that was the least of my worries. I was sure the back of my dress was soaked with arousal halfway through the sermon. How would I talk my way out a wet ass? Embarrassment lit up my cheeks.
It was the more torturous hour of my holy life. I made it a point to walk, on wobbly legs, behind my parents once the service was over. Strangers could see the signs of my sluttiness if they looked at my ass and I didn't care. I just didn't want my parents to know.
"Bob!" a familiar voice called through the crowd. "Mary!"
I turned in the direction. My heart flipped. Mr. Reynolds waved in our direction. "Is that Mark Reynolds?" My father whispered.
"Yes," I replied, barely audible. I was caught between excitement to see him and confusion. They didn't come to church.
"I think it is." My mother proclaimed.
To my shock, my parents went toward him. I followed along blindly. I wanted to be with my owner. I wanted to hump his leg. I wanted to beg him to fuck me senseless. I wanted my parents to witness none of this.
I was a shameful slut after all, but even I had limits. Though, I was pretty fucking horny at church. No. No, I wouldn't even dream of it.
"So good to see you. We missed you at the service." My mother nearly sang.
Mr. Reynolds smiled at them, but his eyes focused on me. I jolted when the panties hummed to life. My eyes widened, and his smile grew, though he returned his attention on my parents.
"My wife's sister is ill. We promised to come pray for her." He explained.
I tried to focus on the conversation but couldn't. Instead, my mind went to my cunt. It went to my ass. My sex was on fire. I was needy. I bit my lower lip as the bead against my clit thrummed away relentless.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I announced desperately.
My parents turned toward me with puzzled looks.
The vibration stopped. "See if you can hurry my wife up." Mr. Reynolds winked.
Sure that my pussy leaked down my legs, I made my way toward the restroom. Once inside I slammed my back against the cool door. I closed my eyes and tried to come down from the heat between my legs.
"So good of you to join me, slut." Mrs. Reynolds cooed.
My eyes snapped open, and I found Mrs. Reynolds stood in a floral dress to her shins and a small white purse in the crook of her arm. I swallowed hard. This was not a coincidence. I fell to my knees uncaring who was in the bathroom.
"Mrs. Reynolds," I said with a dry throat.
She grinned down at me. She stepped toward me and stroked my cheek. "You look flush, pet." She said in mocked concern.
My cheeks reddened. "Mrs. Reynolds, I am horny. Mrs. Reynolds, the plug, the panties, I am close Mrs. Reynolds. I have done my best to be a good pet, Mrs. Reynolds." I blurted out shamelessly.
She ran her fingers through my hair and looked down at me with amusement. "What do you want, slut?"
"To cum Mrs. Reynolds," I admitted freely.
"What are the rules about cumming for sluts like you?" Mrs. Reynolds asked with a bit of admonishment as she gripped my chin tightly.
"For my owners to cum first, Mrs. Reynolds," I replied.
Mrs. Reynolds nodded and released my chin. She reached over and locked the bathroom door. She then backed up so that she was against the wall. She spread her legs and pointed between them at the floor,
I wasted no time. I crawled over and slipped my head under her dress. She wore panties, and it didn't deter me. I lapped at her thighs. I kissed at her panty-clad mound. I sucked her juices through the cloth.
The vibration between my legs started again, and I humped at the air. I didn't care. I was a whore. I was a slut. I was a pet to my masters, and I pleased them.
I nibbled at her lower lips and heard Mrs. Reynolds suck in a deep breath. Her hand came behind my head, and she pushed my deeper against her sex. I used my tongue to push her panties aside. I lapped at her folds. I sucked on her inner lips. Mrs. Reynolds bucked.
My tongue laved the full length of her slit several times before I swirled it around her opening. Mrs. Reynolds hissed in delight when my tongue pressed against her clit. I lapped at her clit; I sealed my lips around it, I sucked.
I did all the things Mrs. Reynolds had taught me pleased her. All the while my own greedy moans vibrated within me as the intensity of the vibration oscillated.
"Enough," Mrs. Reynolds said panting.
I pulled back disappointed. I hadn't made her cum yet. Though, she didn't seem to mind. I did. I wanted to please my owner. I didn't care we were in church. I wanted her to cum. I needed her to cum. She had to cum before I could cum.
"Go in there, and bend over." She pointed toward the accessible stall.
I crawled over. The balls in my ass moved, and I halted for a moment. It was almost too much. I was so full. I feared they were going to fall out.
Once inside the stall, I stood up. I put my hands on the toilet, which thankfully was clean and spread my legs. Mrs. Reynolds was behind me, and she ran her hand over my ass.
My dress had ridden up but not enough to be vulgar. I was at church after all. She lifted it to expose me. The cool air tickled my swollen and needy pussy. Mrs. Reynolds pulled my panties down.
"Open, whore." She hissed.
I opened my mouth and found my pungent flavor in my mouth when she stuffed my panties in. It was awkward with the battery pack, but I made it work. I wanted to please Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds fingered my pussy lips. My knees buckled slightly. I was oversensitive from all the play. She poked at my clit, and the bead skidded over it. I whined into the panties. She chuckled.
I heard the snap of her purse open. I heard her shuffled a bit. Then I felt it.
Hard. Plastic. Vibration. Mrs. Reynolds plunged a dildo into me, deep into me. I cried into the panties which muffled my screams. Tears welled in my eyes. She was fucking me. Mrs. Reynolds was fucking me in the bathroom of my church.
She pulled back and moaned herself. She drove into me again. She gripped my hips and pulled me back and forth. I rode the plastic invader like my life depended on it. It wouldn't take me long to explode.
I whimpered on my panty gag. She needed to cum. I couldn't cum without her going first.
Mrs. Reynolds continued to groan as she plunged roughly in and out of me. Her one hand snaked around my hip, and she pinched my clit hard. My eyes widened, and I cried into my gag.
She pulled at my clit roughly. She fucked me hard. I nearly lost my balance a few times. If I wasn't careful, my head would dunk into the toilet.
Mrs. Reynolds wrapped my hair around her wrist, and she yanked my head back. The dildo buried deep in my cunt with my ass against her pelvis. She leaned, down, so her mouth was against my ear. She bit my earlobe, and I trembled.
"I'm so fucking close, slut. Stay here. It's giving me good pressure on my clit. Once I cum, pet you can cum all over my feel doe. You want that don't you?" She purred in my ear in a sensual breathlessness it almost undid me.
"Yes," I mumbled around my panty gag. "Yef Mf-f. Reyfolds."
She laughed and tugged back at my hair harder. She bucked her hips, and I did the same. "Fuck whore. Fuck slut. Fuck fuck fuck." She whispered in my hear. She panted, and her hot breath tickled my skin.
She trembled behind me. Mrs. Reynolds was cumming. I pushed back on the dildo. The feel-doe she called it.
Once she came down, Mrs. Reynolds let go of my hair and slapped my ass. "Fuck it, slut, I haven't got all day. You have one minute to get off. If you don't, it's not my fault."
Wild with need, I pushed back on the fake cock. I humped it wildly. Mrs. Reynolds rolled my clit between her fingers. She pinched, she pulled. I whimpered, and my orgasm rocked me.
I saw stars. I screamed. The gag couldn't hide it. She covered my mouth as I did. My knees gave out, and Mrs. Reynolds held me up. I rode her cock and my pleasure for what seemed like an eternity.
Mrs. Reynolds, once I was done, gently brought me to the cool tiled floor. She held me a few minutes while I started to come down. She stroked my hair and praised my sluttiness.
Then, Mrs. Reynolds stood. Her dress was up over her hips, and a long purple dildo protruded from between her legs. She pointed to it. I got up on my knees, immediately removed my panties gag, and slipped my mouth over it.
I noticed then that while this long piece jutted from her pelvis, another piece disappeared inside her opening. I cleaned the toy of my orgasm first. Then I bent down and licked around her opening.
She pulled the bulb from her pussy and shoved it into my mouth. I suckled it clean of her orgasm as well. I returned to her pussy, and she laughed. "Eager little slut." She pushed my head away.
I knelt on the floor of the church bathroom, pantiless, with her juices glistening on my face. I was sated for the first time in a long time. She stroked my cheek.
"I'm going out now. Clean up." She instructed as she picked up my panties and put them in her purse with the dildo. "Come out after me to find your parents." She winked.
Mrs. Reynolds unlocked the door with me still kneeling on the floor. I waited until she left the room before I got to my feet. I looked in the mirror at my reflection.
My makeup smeared down my face. My hair was disheveled. I smiled. I looked like a freshly fucked slut. I was a freshly fucked slut; a pet slut. I wanted to wear it with pride, but I was told to clean up. So, I did as instructed. I am a good pet slut to my neighbors.