Literotic asexstories – Being Neighborly Ch. 10 by fitfidelityfifty64,fitfidelityfifty64
It’s Red Light Wednesday Night! – Part One
Mistress Izzy (18), Nikki’s daughter, training newly contracted Carla (23), Jill and Brian’s daughter when Donnie and Mel’s daughter Amanda (23) shows up fresh off a break up with her girlfriend.
Amanda is drawn in by Jill and turned over to Izzy after the two visit Kerry and her stable during Red Light Night. Donnie and Jill continue preparations for the weekend and participate in Red Light Night to strengthen allegiances, and their standing going into Hades Night
Camron and Anne come home, reacquaint themselves to their master bedroom, and each other, with eyes upon them. While their daughter Camilla (27) settles in with a new Master now that Donnie traded her off for Tina and her dominants.
————————————————————————————————-Wednesday, Oct. 28 – “Red Light Night”
“Fucking red eye flights…” Anne complained, stuffing her luggage into their rental van, they paid an enormous fee for all their bags.
“Camilla’s text last night she wouldn’t be home and apologized for the mess at the house,” Camron said. “She wants to meet us for lunch.”
Anne rolled her eyes, her daughter was old enough to get a ‘real’ spanking she thought, knowing what they were walking into it might happen. They pulled up and entered their home together for the first time in ten years. Having split up immediately following the debacle of Hades Night 2014 and at Rylan’s funeral three years ago, they went from church to hotel and back, didn’t even drive through the neighborhood. Anne lived there along for a year, but both hadn’t stepped foot together in that time.
“This feels weird,” Anne said, the 55 year-old former homemaker, now online logistics coordinator, setting one bag in the entry of their house. Anne moved out before she and Camron reunited leaving the house to Camilla. “It’s really not too bad in here.”
They had discovered their daughter Camilla ran a profitable ‘Only Fans’ site, showing off her body and kinks for money, making a lot of it while they were paying utilities and insurance – Camilla had become well off.
They were not surprised when they walked into their Master bedroom and saw the various cameras, internet lighting, a few dildos and vibrators on the nightstand. Camilla later told her dad she would often getting over $1000 on the nights she played legs open, playing with the devices.
“She warned me plenty,” Camron said, pointing to the penis and smooth inserts, the jar of lube. “When she told me what she did for a living last year I did some ‘research’…”
There was a strange flash of light, pausing the conversation, an LED stayed on in the corner, but Anne was intent on making the next point, getting their attention away from it’s presence.
“Yeah, and I caught you ‘researching'” Anne used air quotes. “Right as you ‘came’ if I remember right.”
“Correct, you cleaned me up,” Camron said, squeezing his beautiful partner in life. “We would have made a mint if this shit was going on in our day.”
Anne was short for “Annette” her full hispanic birth name – Annette Arriella Lopez – they gave Camilla a first name to celebrate Anne’s heritage, also giving Camilla her brownish complexion.
“We could still, according to our daughter,” Anne said, having texted her multiple times every day. “We do have a few sex tapes in storage…”
Annette had wonderfully firm 34c breasts, stood 5’4″, her skin older still mostly smooth, she worked out with her husband, both dedicated to keep their body healthy. Avoiding Camilla because of where she lived they often visited their sons Mark in Colorado, and Health in Florida.
Anne had let her hair grow past shoulder length and Camilla raved about at the selfies her mom would send over Snapchat.
‘You are gorgeous!’ Camilla’s message back would read. ‘Dad doesn’t deserve you but he’s not bad either…’
“We can take the guest room and figure things out at lunch,” Camron said. “I don’t want to touch anything at the moment.”
“We’ve got a few hours,” Anne said, sliding her hand in Camron’s. “You’ve been distracted a lot lately.”
She slid to her knees, unbuttoned his shorts pulling them down then leaning back on her ankles and tilting her head. He moved forward, his cock still flaccid, not expecting his wife to be so turned on, her hand moved up and fumbled with the limp flesh.
They both knew the drill.
Anne was not deterred, she wanted HER man in HER old house and SHE wanted him now! Fingers spread out under his balls and one back to his taint, she stuffed inside her mouth the rubbery, pliable flesh of his cock.
Camron had been visiting his ‘friends’ on the other side of the Villages where they lived. She knew of his affinity for cock and ass, it had been that way since they were married, various outlets. She knew what he was when they married within their open agreement she found her own ways to get off AND to get him excited after his playing around. She stayed in the marriage for the love of the man, AND the sex was good, it just took some work and sharing.
“Lay down on the bed,” she said, her directness made them a great pair of dommes, finding favor within the community over 10 years ago, building a strong stable, strong enough to challenge Mistress Night.
Shaking her head she said, “You and your boys…”
Camron stripped naked and lay face down on the bed she grabbed the jar of lube, moving swiftly to her husband, covering his hole with the jelly. Slipping in one finger, then two she finger fucked him, pulling at his hips so he was in a puppy pose on the bed, ass in the air.
“Ohhhh….” Camron moaned, her other hand running over his balls, gauging his excitement, he moved with rhythm and purpose, going knuckle deep on her hand. He knew what pleasured him and worked with whomever was pleasuring.
“How many did you fuck, Perro?” Anne asked, calling him by his spanish nickname meaning ‘dog’, disappointed by his limpness still. “You usually have some left for me.”
“Keep going Leona,” he responded by in kind using her nickname in spanish meaning Lioness. “Mmmmm feels good…”
“We’ll see about that,” Anne’s frustration mounted, her pussy wanting his cock to inflate, be ready and pound her into orgasm. She was easy to please, so maybe the dichotomy of sexual personality in her husband worked strangely. She had to work for it then it became easy.
Anne was quick to get triggered in bed, or in a BDSM scene, making her unpredictable nature fun, exciting and sometimes frightening. Her frustration grew and she grabbed the largest dildo sitting on the nightstand and with no warning shoved it up Camron’s ass all the way to the base.
“AHHHGGFFFTTT!” Camron shrieked. Anne pulling it back and ramming it deep again. “Ahhffttt! OOHHHHGGGGOOOHHHDDDD@!!!”
“You limp dicked mother fucker!” Anne, prone to be the more verbal of the two in play, said angrily into her husbands ear. She began to turn the phallic, rubber dick in his hole with her hand. “I want you to treat me like this with your cock. I want you to FUCK MY PUSSY THEN MY ASS!”
Her anger and actions worked, but of course she knew his tastes and his preferences, she would get hers first. Reaching down she felt his hardness, his cock pushing outward, its length hidden when soft, grown out to it’s 7.5 inches of thick man.
“Leave it in…” Camron said when she pulled away, Anne stripping her clothes off, asking to keep the dildo deep in his hole. She moved in front of him, presenting her throbbing pussy, he placed hands on her hips climbed on top of her and thrust forward.
“OHhhh Mi perro!” she exclaimed his long thick sword splitting her wet cunt, his ass flexed against the dildo.
“Ohhh Mi Leona!” His enjoyment coming at both ends, her pussy ripe and wet. He began to pull and push her on his cock, over and over.
“Oh dios, DIOS! OHH! SI! SI! SI!” Anne continued in spanish, they used with each other and a couple Hispanic couples they served where they lived. “YES! OHHH! YES!”
Anne was quick to orgasm, Camron feeling her shuddering, hearing her words, he reached for the lube and pulled out, coating her hole, his cock and pushing into her ass.
“You’ll see how much I have left PUTA!” HIS anger now driving his hips, he transformed into the beast that ‘friends’ and ‘acquaintances’ drove miles to be under, feeling the full length of his cock, weight of his body. “I’m going to rip you in half!”
“AHHGGHHHFT! Señor! AHHHGGFT! AHH! AHH! AHH!” She screamed, his cock thumping back and forth, getting the lubrication and fluids sliding faster and faster. “Maestro! Maestro! Ohhhh!! Tu PUTA! TU PUTA!”
She exclaimed she was his ‘bitch/slut’, his hips rocking again and again, taking what was his, feeling the sweet tightness of her ass versus her sloppy cunt.
“Puta SIN VALOR!” He yelled, calling her a worthless slut, he leant over cupping her breasts, hearing her pain and heavy breathing.
“OHhhh! Ohhh! AHH! Ohhh! Mi Maestro!” She exclaimed, feeling him push inside and release his warmth, the fluid streaming deep in her ass, more than she could have imagined after the parade of men he served. “Ohhh Mi Maestro….”
(MEANWHILE JUST THREE HOUSES DOWN)
“What the hell?” Camilla said, coming out of the shower, Ron long gone, looking at the notifications on her phone. “Jesus Christ, really???”
She had set up her camera (and old converted iPhone) to activate on motion in her bedroom so it would record on movement on OF. She earned a few hundred dollars here and their as fans got extended time watching her dress, put on make-up, sleep, or just sitting on her bed.
The vision of her mother sticking a dildo up her dad’s ass caused Camilla to turn away from her phone, setting it down. With a disgusted looked she picked it back up, skipped ahead to where the session now over, and saw them kissing on her bed.
“Oh God, they really did that,” she said, looking at the interactions and the money it was still bringing in, talking out loud to herself. “This is going to bring in some serious cash.”
The door burst open and Ron ran inside holding his phone.
“SHIT! Did you see your parents!” he said, a sly grin. “Your Mom and Dad are FREAKS!”
Camilla committed to her role dropped to the floor, still naked, into child’s pose bowing forward
“Permission to be yourself,” Ron said, then moved to her, sitting on the bed. “They’re the one’s that challenged Gladys, right?”
“You are correct,” Camilla said, grabbing her spandex shorts and sports bra, wriggling them on her body and sitting down next to Ron. “I think they commanded most of Cardinal Bay and some of Cardinal Creek, but pissed the bed on Hades Night.”
“I’d ‘fall in line’ with them, dang and your dad’s…” Ron started to say.
“Okay, that’s enough of that!” she said, rubbing his crotch. “Tell me what does ‘fall in line’ mean?”
“It has to do with Hades Night and protocol within the scenes. Did you pick your Circle yet?” Ron asked Camilla, having given her the descriptions of each Circle of Hell and the website where she was to enter her information earlier that day. She needed to choose the Circle of Hell she would reside in Saturday and through to next year.
“Yes, Circle four, Greed,” she said, acknowledging her time on OF had been frequent motivated by the dollars that poured in when she was naked, and requesting money for her playing with her various toys. She made a living off her kinks and her affinity for showing off in a way that was disengaged. She had been brought out of her shell by Mistress Jill culminating with her taking on Master Donnie, loving it and requesting to become somone’s submissive.
“Very good,” Ron said, then began to explain. “Everyone has a Circle, even the Mistresses and Masters, and it’s basically a collection of BDSM scenes. As a centurion I could only ‘fall in line’ with a dominant running the scene.”
“Okay, but aren’t you now a Master?” Camilla said, putting her head in his lap, pressing her cheek to his rising cock, her hot breath going through the thin layer of fabric, the pressure of her beautiful face, vision of her hair laid out in his lap, enticing.
“Correct, so I can choose to ‘command a line’ and that could be with other dominants, or I can submit and STILL fall in line,” Ron said pointing out he could do either. “Walking into my Circle, seven Violence, and I saw your folks commanding…I’d fall in line.”
“I see. What are the scenes like in the Circles?” Camilla asked, now bringing her hand up to his shorts, rubbing, trying to please her new Master.
“No one knows.” Ron said. “They’re developed by consultants from Europe and different in ways each year. I’ve only been through it three times now.”
“There are rumors Donnie and Mel are teaming with Jill and Brian to try to take command of the society,” Ron continued, he was pretty new to Donnie’s stable. “I know there are judges from all over the world that rate and rank how someone does in their role in each scene.”
“I’ve heard that too, and the scoring allows you to go head to head competing for the title of Supreme Mistress or Master,” Camilla said, knowing more than that, but keeping it to herself.
All the of the talk, and Camilla’s skills, grew Ron’s desire to command and rose his cock, he reached down and he pulled his shorts off.
“Satisfy me Slut…” He said, Camilla not hesitating to wrap her lips around that huge mushroom head, sucking expertly. “Don’t let me cum it is a Red Light Wednesday night and I need to save mine for any visitors.”
————————————————————————————————-Tina had settled in roughly with Wendy and Kenneth (Mistress Consommé and Master Kenneth) to initiate her she spent the night in a cage under a coffee table they had in their basement, alone, their pet cat ‘Phoebe’ circling almost mocking her. Tina had a dish of water and a bowl of granola set in her cage for breakfast.
Mistress Consommé came down around 3 a.m. to let Tina go to the bathroom, snapping her with a towel after she finished. It was the morning of ‘Red Light Wednesday Night’ during ‘Unholy Week’ and Mistress Consommé was serious about her role and putting her slave in the right frame of mind.
That morning, around 6 a.m., she went downstairs and woke Tina, forcing her to do a hard yoga flow, then leading her into the bathroom, the shower equipped with a wand, sprayed her like an animal, using the wand like a hose, lathering her with shampoo. Wrapping her in a towel, forcing her to stay on her hands and knees and placing her naked in the cage again.
Breakfast was a bowl of berries, and milk, no utensils, Tina eating it like a cat or dog might, lapping at the milk. Mistress Consommé did not speak this entire time, just motioned with her hands, or drug her by the one adornment she had, a sturdy, black leather collar.
Mistress Consommé sat and watched her pet, not happy Tina was now shared with Donnie, a relatively new Master who promoted Tina’s husband Ron, though not adjacent to Mistress Consommé, still bothersome.
Tina stopped moving in the cage and curled into a ball and slept.
————————————————————————————————-“Camron and Anne are back, call me,” Jill’s voicemail read, I listened to it around 7 a.m.. My wife Mel and daughter Amanda stayed up watching ‘Bridgerton’, a sexy series on old England, and both were still asleep. Mel had to get up and be to work by 9 a.m., but I let her sleep, dialing the phone to talk to Jill before my wife woke up.
“Is this a problem?” I asked Jill, knowing Carmon and Anne owned the property next door that Camilla lived in and they could participate Saturday during Hades Night.
“Depends…” Jill said and I could hear Brian in the background. “Come over after lunch, we’re still trying to figure this out.”
I hung up and heard my daughter get up and go to the bathroom. She usually occupied the upstairs guest room, the bathroom just across to the right of the front entry.
“Hi Daddy…” she said in a sleepy tone.
“Hi Baby…” I said, our usual exchange.
I checked in on Mel, who was awake she walked over and kissed me gently, her hand on my cheek. She felt the safe space of having Amanda close, and I couldn’t argue at the moment.
“Make sure Amanda contacts Carla today,” I said, knowing Mel had Carla’s number.
“I shared her contact info and I’ll remind her,” Mel said, turning for the shower, dropping her bottoms, and striping her top off and dropping it like a stripper.
“You missed your calling,” I said.
“Did I, really? My pussy aches from the pounding you’ve instructed it to have,” Mel giggled a little saying ‘pussy’. I was amazed at her compliance and sometime giddiness surrounding her total submissive role in the community.
We waved bye, she headed to the shower I headed down the street, Jill had reminded me I needed to spend more time with Mary. I left my house and walked down the block to Mary’s house.
“She needs to be open for business during ‘Red Light Wednesday Night'” Jill reminded me last night. “She’s gifted and at her peak she could swing dommes and subs in one night.”
I had texted Mary when I woke up that I wanted coffee and her attention at 8:30, and I had timed it perfectly, knocking on the door at 8:29.
“Good morning, Sir” Mary greeted me, my coffee handed to me in a thermal cup. “Come on in.”
I had only rushed down into her dungeon in my prior visits, Mary took me through her living room, to three seasons’ porch with two heaters to offset the 45 degrees it was outside.
“I love the fresh air and as long as it’s above zero it’s pretty comfortable,” she said motioning to a comfortable chair opposite hers. “Please sit, Sir.”
The decor was surprisingly modern, with an outdoor flair highlighting family. I saw several pictures of her late husband Willy, a couple of them fishing, and her family up at a northern cabin in various stages and ages.
I smiled at her, sipping on my coffee and noticing she was dressed in shorts and a racerback shirt, her lovely breasts propped up nicely with a sports bra. She was ready for a run or workout and I would find that out soon.
“Permission to speak freely, Mary,” I needed to get to know her better if I was going to continue our rather violent domme-sub relationship. I liked being challenged, even being restrained, kicked and punched in our first meeting.
“Thank you Donnie,” She said reaching for her dog, pulling her into her lap and began petting now relaxed. We first met in the neighborhood through our dogs, Kaiser and Rosco touching noses.
“I have to say I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who could pull me back into a Hades Night power grab. Ten years ago was rough.”
“What do you want to come out of this?” I asked her, empowering not asking, probing not pressuring.
“Stability,” Mary said, looking out into her backyard the view of Gladys’s complex, designed to rotate between the best dominants in the neighborhood. “There’s been no movement at the top, there has been no leadership.”
“What is our Supreme Mistress Night falling short?” I asked, sipping my coffee looking at all of the bird feeders, hearing the sounds of them feeding.
“She stiffles growth and is stale. We wrote the bylaws years ago to encourage movement, a meritocracy and a democracy fairly based on performance,” Mary sat up and looked at her husband’s photo framed and hanging to her left. “There were years we deserved to be there, Cameron and Anne deserved to be there….”
Mary shook her head, looked down, holding back a tear. I moved to her side and rubbed her back. I had learned more in that moment, than in the rough and tumble encounters in her basement.
“It was really beautiful in the early days, so much love mixed into all of our kinks,” she said looking up, watery eyes. “I will help you win this thing, just assure me you’ll work with Brian to reestablish the bylaws in the spirt they were written.”
I leant down and kissed her, she pushed up, putting her arms around my neck, the embrace was hungry for contact that was tender. We feed our kinks, we cannot forget the human side of our need for simpler love. Our kiss lingered, my hands on her hips, pulling her to me, hers now under my arms up my shoulders.
I finally pulled my lips away, the embrace continued and I looked deep into her eyes.
“If I win this I will be the leader you want and the neighborhoods need,” Her face changing into appreciation while the words rolled out. I had read them several times and had a surprise for her, something I was planning on doing since I read them.
“In the spirit of the bylaws, you have me for two hours of role reversal,” I said, getting a sinister grin starting on Mary’s face. “You have my unlimited attention and permission.”
“Starting now? Excellent! Let’s go for a run!” Mary said excitedly and hopped out of my lap and ran into her bedroom. She peaked out and motioned for me to come into the perfectly decorated space.
She had pulled out running shorts and a shirt she had kept that were Willy’s, and threw them at me. I had running shoes and and she watched me dress, moving to me and petting my cock before putting on the shorts with a liner.
“Keep up,” she said, we walked out of the house.
We took off on a slow jog to warm up, stretching in the park before heading out of town. I hadn’t been running over the past year, but was able to run 3-4 miles in a moment’s notice. We got going and soon we were getting two miles in, then three miles.
We were five miles into the run, using up 50 of the 120 minutes I had allocated Mary, she was pushing my pace, but not too extreme. I used to run 3-10 miles a day, but I could feel myself breaking down.
“Don’t fall back!” Mary commanded sternly, we approached the backside of Cardinal Creek, a path that led to the burn pile on the development’s edge. I picked up the pace, my breath getting deeper, stomach churning some from the uncomfortable nature of our pace and my lack of water that morning.
The sun was out and there wasn’t much wind, the 50 degrees felt like 60 or more, the trees providing a little shade, and soon we were in a clearing where the brush pile was located..
She stopped, I stopped and swiftly she walked up to me.
“Take off all your clothes and wrap your arms around that thick tree,” she pointed to a corner and an edge that was semi-hidden from the rest of the opening, tucked back.
Jill taught me that trust was a big deal, and it scored big points to those entering encounter information in the society’s app. I stripped down, naked, Mary’s eyes running up and down my body, she smiled, she kinda shrugged, and moved to me running her hand under my balls.
“I’m somewhat concerned that our potential supreme master has an endowment that, well, doesn’t match most Masters in the the society,” Mary sneered, squeezing my sack then my shaft.
I walked to the tree, my first moment of self-doubt since taking Jill as my submissive concerning my cock’s 6.5 length with some girth. I wrapped my arms around it and quickly felt the sting of the rough twine. It was part of her humiliation and domination time, but also true.
“AHHH!” I screamed, her whip hitting me.
“Get on the other side!” Mary commanded. “Or do you want your lily white ass seen?”
Mary had dommed me the last Red Light Night, torturing me, close to owning me. If not for my total understanding of protocol and swift thinking, who knows what my life would be like within the society.
“AHH! AHHHGGGHHT! AHHHHH!” I yelled as she tightly rubbed, the sharp, corse, twine ripping into my ass and back.
Mary moved to my hands and tied them up, my cock was against the rough bark, I had to fidget to find a semi-comfortable spot. She rustled in a small shed that was back in this corner and came out with rope.
She tied one ankle and then wound the long, 3/4″ diameter rope around me and the tree before tying it to the other ankle. She grabbed my cloths, tossing them towards the building and then ran her finger on my ass, then inserted her left thumb.
“OHhhffftt! Hildy!” I moaned, hoping using her pet name would give me a measure of mercy.
“You’d better hope a ferrel cat doesn’t come by,” she said. “I’ve got three more miles before we head back, you were holding me back. See ya in 30!”
“You’re shitting me, right?” I exclaimed her thumb pulling out and she slapped my ass hard five times.
“OHHfftt! OHHfftt! OHHfftt! OHHfftt! OHHfftt!”
She took off running.
My cock was pinned, and I couldn’t slide either way, luckily the hardness disappeared, but there were ants and bugs now crawling on me, up in places. Her knots were pretty good, but I figured if it got too bad I might be before off to suffer her anger than bites or an insect infestation in my crevasses.
I heard a truck barreling up over the curb and onto the lane that led to the clearing.
“Oh GOD no!” I said to myself, though understanding why she had be hug the largest tree because all that could be seen were the ropes.
I assumed the pickup backed up to the pile and I heard two car doors and then a lift gate. Ten minutes of brush and branches hit the pile and then I heard the reverse sounds. I slowed my breathing the minute I heard the truck accelerate it’s engine and leave.
I had begun to cool down and now the sweat from running began to chill me, the bugs were relentless the sun bringing them out, and it was unbearable.
Again I heard a vehicle approaching, my inclination was to get out of the twine with my hands and then untie the ankles.
‘Trust’ I heard Jill’s voice in my ears, my hands stopped trying to wriggle out of the twine.
Two doors opened and shut, this time no unloading, just a pair footsteps, getting closer.
I didn’t move, the steps came up and around and they were behind me, I was waiting for shock and disgust.
“This is who you’re counting on to defeat Mistress Night?” I heard the male voice say.
I was about to meet Camron.
(AN HOUR LATER)
“You have 15 minutes,” I said catching a glimpse of the clock on the dash, tied up and laying in the back of the SUV, she had only so much time in our role reversal and she was using every second.
Mary was driving over rough terrain with a vehicle she was comfortable on the uneven, somewhat rocky road, bouncing me all over the place, I strained to keep my head for hitting too hard, bruising legs, arms and ass. We had dropped Camron off at his house, I part of me was expecting to be rolled out naked on my own lawn.
“Relax,” I think Camron liked you Mary yelled back at me, rolling and bouncing around.
I was hesitant to respond, she could pull over and do something else, I could survive being jostled naked for a while. The terrain evened out and I thought I knew where she went and was now heading back to her house. We pulled into her garage with five minutes to spare, she untied me, threw me my clothes and said she’d be waiting downstairs on her mat.
I changed, waited until 120 minutes were exactly done and walked into the basement. She had stripped naked, and was licking her arms and hands like paws.
Another tenant of the by-laws was if you give up control you can not enact any kind of retribution for your treatment. It states – “You have to go 180 degrees in the opposite direction AND be justified in your actions.”
“Sit in my lap Hildy,” I said, opening my arms towards Mary as my pet, sitting on the couch.
She paused, slowly looked around, gracefully moved off of the pillows and walked like a cat to me. She placed a hand on my thigh, then a leg, other hand and other leg. She was compact enough to fit in my arms and on my lap.
“Am I your Master?” I asked, petting her hair, sliding my hand under the racerback and pulling it off.
“Yes…merrrowwwaster.” she said, helping by peeling off her sports bra, my hands immediately to her breasts, cupping them, pulling her into my body. My erection stood high and I pressed her ass down towards it, her hard cheeks against it, she twisted hers hip. “MMmmmpurrrrrecct Mmmmaster”.
My hands left her breasts and she straightened her legs, allowing me to pull her shorts down, then panties. I unbuttoned my shorts while she was raised up, slid everything I had off and she bent over. I was looking straight into her ass and pussy, my mouth moving towards them both.
“OHhhhpuurrrrrrfffeeeccctttt,” she purred my tongue lapping her taint then up to her holed, back down and into her pussy. “Ohhhhhhh…..”
She was bent in two, squatting some, pushing back into my face, my tongue drove deeper. She was aggressively creatively ruthless in her 120 minutes of control, I was going the opposite to be tender in making love to her, not violent, for sure 180 degrees from our normal.
“MMmmmaaster….Ohhhh” she sighed, my tongues attention probing her ass, pushing the tight muscle, she relaxing, letting my lips get there too, giving pleasure, she howled. “MEeeeorrrrrrrr!”
I let up and guided her down towards my cock, hard from the scent of my pet, her pussy slid easily over my cock.
“Ohhhh Hildy,” I moaned, she pushed up and slid back down, using her core strength expertly, bounding on my cock. I held her, cupping her breasts, helping her ride me, we continued a soft and rhythmic dance, I pushed up when she slid down.
I pinched her nipples, pulling her down, thrusting upwards to meet her thighs, my mouth on her neck, nuzzling, sucking and biting her earlobe just enough.
“Ohh! OHHH! OHHH! YESSS! OHHH! MASTER! YES! YES!” she orgasmed, pushing down on it deep, holding it there, her quiver telling me she’d reached climax.
She hopped off of me without warning and knelt between my legs, quickly licking and sucking my cock. With a hand at the base she bobbed, lips open, just pushing back in her throat getting about 3/4s of it at once.
I scooted forward, my balls now dangling and she slid down and took my sack into her mouth, one ball at a time, alternating, both, then the other.
I leant down, petted her hair when she came back up, kissed her on the lips confirming I wasn’t going to cum and said, “It’s going to be a long night pet, thank you.”
She smiled and went back to her pillows, resuming her pet persona.
I left to find Jill.
————————————————————————————————-“Hi Amanda!” Jill called out from across the street, in her pajamas still at 10 a.m.
“Jilly!” Amanda called back, living outside the community Amanda had stayed over on few occasions, it was just the home base she would play with Carla when they were in upper elementary and middle school. They remained in contact through contact, the last time she’d seen Jill was their senior year, getting caught together in the shower (both Carla and her 18) and Jill turning a wet Amanda back over to Donnie and Mel. The sets of parents deep into the lifestyle drew a line in the sand that their daughters wouldn’t meet and they didn’t cross.
“It’s been…” Amanda started.
“A while,” Jill said with a wink, both knowing when they saw each other last, Jill’s mind flashing Amanda’s naked body.
“Hey! I’m meeting Carla for a drink down in Newbo after work,” Amanda said in the moment Amanda reliving Carla and her together naked in their shower, Jill’s pussy stirred.
“Oh, you have work today?” Jill said, curious what Amanda was up to.
“No, not formal work,” Amanda said, then expanding on herself. “I’m going to look at some shops and show them what I’m currently designing. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”
“How’s dress design business going?” Jill asked, getting a curious ‘how do you know’ look from Amanda. “Your Mom keeps me informed on you and your brother’s exploits. Do you want a cup of coffee or tea before you hit the shops?”
“I’m not going for an hour or so,” Amanda’s awkward inability to pick up on social cues kicking in, but then said. “Why not? Mom’s headed to work and I have no idea where Dad went. Tea would be great.”
Amanda looked at the porch, then the living room, so much different than the night five years ago. They had darker cabinets and plus carpet, different from the modern feel now with metal and hardwood.
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Amanda said, looking around at the new design, furniture and decor. Jill would switch things out about every 2-3 years mostly out of boredom. “Thank you.”
“You have matured into a fine looking young lady,” Jill said like a parent, sipping on coffee preparing Amanda’s tea. “You’ve always been beautiful, now you radiate so much life.”
“Thank you Jilly,” Amanda giggled, seeing the mature woman who was braless in a flannel top, the flannel pants tight in the right places. “When I mature further I would be lucky to have your body and youthful appearance down the road.”
Amanda felt that was awkward, Jill smiled and brought her the tea and touched Amanda on the shoulder.
“That was sweet, thanks,” she said and sat on the loveseat while Amanda was on the couch. “I hear you had a breakup.”
For the next hour Amanda poured her heart and emotion out to Jill, animated when telling her neighbor crush all about Terri and their relationship. She even got into their sex life a little bit, talking orgasms before transitioning into how it hurt to be cheated on with a man.
“You’ve never been with a man?” Jill authentically asked after Amanda alluded to not getting it because she’s ‘stayed away.’
“Never. I mean I’ve made out with men and even…” Amanda paused, seeing Jill’s curious eyes so she continued. “even gone down on several. To much baggage that goes with that thing they stick inside you.”
“You mean children?” Jill said, seeing an opportunity if she could set it up right.
“There’s that, and there’s, I don’t know, something simple about making love with a woman,” Amanda said. “I love the softness, the tenderness and girl drama is better than boy girl drama in my opinion.”
“Terri didn’t love you hard?” Jill jumped in two feet, she went for it on fourth and 20 with a 21 yard out pattern. Now the message just needed received. “It was all soft and kissy-kissy?”
“She could be hard, demanding,” Amanda said, sipping the tea, looking at Jill’s body again, wondering, now wanting to impress. “I was the alpha to initiate, she’s the one that pushed my limits grinding and all that.”
“Has she penetrated you?” Jill calmly and flatly asked, sensing they were each pushing the envelope.
“We have several dildos and yes, she’s ridden me, and I her,” Amanda said, now enjoying the rush of caffeine the tea delivered, the stimulation and titillation the conversation brought between her legs.
“Interesting…” Jill said pulling back and adding. “Men can be controlled pretty easily and they would be no match for a smart, beautiful woman as yourself.”
“Thanks Jilly!” Amanda said, leaning forward, her cleavage showing to the elder woman now.
Jill got what she wanted to know, and it was time to pull back her inquiry. She would turn the information over to Izzy later, and together she was confident they may pull off a bonus sub before the weekend.
“Tell me about your business,” Jill asked and they spent the rest of the morning together. Amanda had gotten so comfortable with Jill that she went into her bedroom to help her pick out the dress for the day.
“You were always wearing dresses,” Amanda said, sitting in a corner chair, waiting until Jill came out with five.
“I want an EXPERT’S suggestion,” Jill said in a flirty, complimentary tone, laying them out on the king bed. “I love a good dress, it shows off my good features, and hides my bad.
“I’m’ a sucker for a yellow floral print, that’s hot!” Amanda said quickly, dismissing the baby blue, black, solid white and pastel gold dresses.
“Yellow floral it is,” Jill said and began to pull at her shirt.
“Woah, I can go back to the…” Amanda nervously said rising out of the corner chair in the bedroom.
“We’re both women here, have a seat, I’m just slipping this on,” Jill said and lifted the flannel off her torso and over her head, then out of her flannel pants.
“Beautiful,” Amanda said softly, looking at the 50+ year old standing naked, reaching for the dress. Her breasts had a delightful sag, nipples protruding upwards. She had been shaved, but a trimmed small layer of hair surrounded her pussy. “You have no ‘bad feature.’
Jill draped the dress over her body, no underwear, and moved towards the door.
“Do you want lunch?” Jill asked Amanda. “My treat.”
“Of course,” Amanda said, smiling at the older woman who just peaked her interest. “Let me go get my bag and I’ll meet you in your garage.”
“See you in a couple,” Jill said moving closer, but stopping. Amanda imagined her coming in for a kiss, closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded and said ”yes’ softly and moved out of the house.
Skipping across the street, she saw an older couple that looked familiar go into Camilla’s house. Amanda opened her car, grabbed her shoulder bag and pivoted, seeing Jill coming across the street to meet with the older couple.
The three’s mood was serious, Jill putting her hand on the man’s shoulder and nodding, the woman looking concerned, but attentive. Jill hugged the man and then the woman and turned to see Amanda watching. Jill smiled and rose one finger and pointed to her car in the garage and they both moved towards it, meeting at the end of her driveway.
“Camilla’s parents,” Jill said plainly. “They’re back for a while and I think Camilla’s going to stay with her boyfriend.”
“That’s too bad, I haven’t seen her in ages,” Amanda said, getting into the car and buckling.
“I love your sweatshirt, the whole ripped front thing, I couldn’t pull off but you have the breasts to do it right,” Jill said, throwing up a smokescreen diverting any more questions about Camron and Anne.
“Thanks. What makes it is the lace bra, I think anyway,” Amanda said.
“YOU make it, dear,” Jill said, Amanda blushing and turning away.
“I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” Jill said, not apologizing.
“It doesn’t” Amanda said and sat in silence, not sure what her feelings were, attracted to this older woman at the same time suspicious of her conversation with Camilla’s parents. Amanda imagined them all in some form swapping and torture game after what her parents told her last night.
She looked out the window while they drove away and wondered, creating several delicious scenes in her head.
(CARLA AT WORK)
“The ink isn’t dry and you’ve got me shlepping around the neighborhood,” Carla said forcefully into her phone at Izzy. Kerry at work had just invited her to visit their house during Red Light Night to meet her friends Karl and Kinzie, certainly to be share with them and whomever walks in the house.
“I don’t like your tone.” Izzy commanded back. “There will be consequences. Mistress Kerry is not wrong. Do you doubt me child?”
Carla was ready to pull the plug right there, it was getting close to lunch, she was a bit hangry and her co-worker just outed her new lifestyle. So many changes and an out of the blue revelation that Carla was going to be shared even more than the night before. She was ready to say ‘fuck off’, instead bowed her head while on the phone.
“No Mistress,” she said, stopping the words, the conversation still happening in her head.
“I will see you immediately after work, goodbye!” Izzy said coldly and hung up.
Carla’s phone immediately buzzed with a text.
“Meet me at ‘Caulderones’,’ it said from her mom. ‘lunch is on me.’
She swiftly left the office, avoiding Kerry at the front desk, a meal from her mother would be just the normalcy she needed. The day was slipping into too much Mistress this, share my body that, and had no idea what the rest of the day was going to bring.
“Carla!” The familiar voice said sitting outside on the sidewalk patio with Carla’s Mom, who she didn’t recognize at first. “Oh come on, you share a shower with that many girls?!”
“Amanda! Shit…beautiful! It’s been a while…I mean…wow!” Carla said spooked by Amanda’s beauty, the two twenty-somethings embraced. Carla enjoyed the feel of Amanda’s soft breasts and her dancer’s body. “You couldn’t wait till after work?”
“We were chatting and your Mom invited me,” Amanda said. “And I was a little bored.”
“You put off trying to sell your fashion, but it’s cool,” Jill said with a mom tone, getting a side-eye from the independent young woman.
Jill let the two catch up, it had literally been since they were caught in the shower their senior year, 18 year-olds lathering soap on each other’s bodies, kissing, probing with their fingers. Jill knew because she waited and watched and only intervened when her husband Brian walked in showing Donnie their new bedroom set.
She listened to them and waited for the perfect opening, drinks were ordered then salads all around, interjecting mostly to affirm behavior or give updates on Carla’s brothers. Jill relistened to the Terri breakup stories Amanda shared with Carla, impressed the young woman kept it shorter knowing Jill had heard it all.
They were waiting to pay when the moment came.
“Who are you seeing currently, you can’t tell me you’re single,” Amanda quipped in a flirty tone at Carla.
“It’s complicated,” Carla said, trying to avoid the topic.
“Not really, my youngest,” Jill said in a very Mistress Jill tone, slipping into a dominat persona for the first time in front of her. “She’s seeing Nikki Hatcher’s daughter…”
“Izzy!” Amanda said excitedly. “Aww she can’t be much out of high school now! Cute as a button, oh I’m jealous, she’s…”
“My turn to cut you off,” Jill said, a stern look at Amanda who slumped a little in her chair, noticing Jill’s annoyance, wondering what the palm of her hand on her backside would feel like. “I was going to say, who’s my daughters Domme.”
“Mom!” Carla shrieked. “How in the HELL do you know!”
“Silence, Child!” Jill commanded, looking back and forth at both of them, they could feel her power and they submitted, bowing their heads. The server brought check and she grabbed it from the server. She looked back and forth at both young women frozen, fear rushing over them, Jill transporting back to the shower night, thinking of spanking both of them wet and naked.
She smiled at the server, paying at the table, the uncomfortable tension delicious. Fear, regret mixed in with the excitement of Jill’s control and an eager trepidation fell over Amanda while Carla’s body language showed defeat, embarrassment bordering on utter humiliation.
“You ARE in a committed relationship, it’s just not traditional,” Jill pontificated, getting both to look up.
“We’re not as prudish about relationships anymore, Jilly,” Amanda said attempting to lighten the mood, afraid of where this was going. What she knew and what she imagined was going on were equally scary.
Jill didn’t respond, just keeping her eyes on Carla, then got up abruptly.
“I’m going to leave you both,” Jill said, then giving her daughter clear instructions. “I’ll leave it up to Carla to explain.”
Amanda felt disappointment, the connection she made with the Jill felt exciting, drew her to the mature woman. Watching Jill leave, admiring her toned ass, thinking thoughts unthinkable then turned to Carla, who’s head was down.
“What was that?” Amanda said. “We had a great morning, I…”
“I’m just going to say it,” Carla interrupted, getting the nerve and having to go back to work. “Izzy is a trained Mistress and I have submitted to her for a period of six months. I can’t tell you why I’m doing this except…”
“It’s probably pretty amazing,” Amanda said, her eyes big and understanding, seeing Carla tuck her long beautiful blonde hair behind her ear, looking up to meet her eyes. “No kink shaming from me, I’m weird enough.”
Carla smiled, standing up she was on the verge of a crying, Amanda quickly pulled her in for an embrace, their bodies similar, Amanda a little taller. The women were taken back to the embrace in the shower, both romanticizing the touches, in their minds.
“Maybe normal is weird and weird is normal” Carla said to her friend, the two continued the deep embrace.
“Maybe…” Amanda said, wanting to kiss her friend again, after five years, holding back the impulse as their arms slid over each others, hands met and held for a moment. “We’ll talk tonight. I can’t wait to see Izzy again!”
Amanda hummed to herself all they way back to the car, comparing Jill’s body to Carla’s, wondering what was kinkier, being the submissive to an 18 year old, attracted to a classmate, or wanting to submit to the MILF. Amanda’s engine was revving hot and wasn’t ready to let this tension go.
‘I’m coming over’ – Amanda’s message to Jill read.
‘okay – give me an hour’ – was Jill’s reply.
————————————————————————————————-I swatted Jill’s phone out of her hand, she was texting someone and I needed a quick bit of advice before meeting Camron at 1:30. I was upset she was gone to lunch, not okayed by me, and didn’t reply to my texts. When she got back I immediately put her over my knee lifting the yellow floral sundress, pleased she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“AHH! AHH! AHHHH! AH! AH! AHHH! AHHHHH!,” she yelled as I swatted her cream colored cheeks, tanning them red. “AHH! AHH! AHHHH! AH! AH! AHHH! AHHHHH!,”
“My apologies, Sir, but I’m trying to set up a two for one with my daughter, with any luck they’ll be ready by tonight,” Jill said, then feeling my anger. “Ahhh!”
I slapped her for speaking without permission, and pulled her to me.
“Don’t you think meeting Camron, who already has connected back with Mary, is a little more important than your whore daughter, her Mistress and her hussies,” I said, pissed and worried.
“Permission to speak freely,” Jill asked me, picking up her phone.
“For fucks sake, fine…” I said annoyed a Master with more rank than I had reappeared and Jill acted like she didn’t know anything.
“You’re just pissed Camron saw you submitting,” Jill said, smiling and moving around me like she she was the Mistress before I took control.
“NO!” I resisted smacking her again. “I’m pissed because this smells like something you and Brian are cooking up! Hell, you’ve have me turning my wife over to Supreme Mistress Saturday at Midnight!
“Oh, about that,” Jill said, almost baiting me, knowing I had just a few minutes before my ‘audience’ with Master Cameron. “She’s been sequestered early for some reason and you will not see her until Saturday.”
She pushed me over the limit, I grabbed her wrist and twisted in, forcing her over the back of her couch. I pulled her slacks down and shoved my pinki and ring finger up her twat, my first finger pushing at her tiny hole.
“How do I play this audience with Camron and Anne?” I asked, pushing deeper, entering her hole. “Tell me while I penetrate your flesh!”
“OHhhggffft…Master, simple…Listen, offer nothing and request a visit tonight during Red Light….Ohhhhh fuck…Night. See what they want and we’ll play with them…OHhhhMaster…later.”
“Cunt!” I screamed in her ear and left.
I moved swiftly across the street, the stank of Jill on my hand, the door to Camron and Anne’s house opened. Camron stood in the threshold I had crossed several times to fuck their daughter, playing Daddy’s gurl, I found it quite ironic.
“Master Camron,” I acknowledged his dominance, knowing we had connecting point for which I would need to acknowledge.
“Master Donnie, welcome.” He said leading me down to the basement, shaking my cunt smelling hand. “This is my wife, Mistress Anne, we work together.”
“I’ve heard many good things about you both from Mistress Jill,” I said.
“You command her, I understand,” Master Camron said. “That was quite a feat to pull off Sir.”
Jill said their society was built around strict use of the english language and understanding their cues and hierarchy. I moved close to Master Camron, the ‘Sir’ hanging in the air, waiting to be address.
“I would one day like to command your body, Master Camron,” I said, taking what he was offering without an action.
“That day could be sooner than you think,” he said, his eyes steady and locked on mine. “Drink?”
“Bourbon on the rocks,” I said.
“Vodka orange juice,” Anne said, furthering the dynamic, telling me she ranked above Master Camron and was now on my plane. “You are gracious to have given so much control to Hildy Cat, Master Donnie. She’s a dear, dear friend and I trust you’ve found her deviant side to be…”
“Delicious,” I said, interrupting, keeping our statuses locked.
“Yes, I find them quite satisfying myself,” Master Camron said. “We both do.”
“Do you have a plan, Master Donnie?” Anne asked straight out. “We hear you are set to challenge Mistress Night.”
“All things are on the table at the moment,” I answered, taking my drink. “Your arrival has me concerned, and rethinking some things I must admit.”
“Smart,” Master Camron said. “It’s a Red Light Night, I suggest you stop over and we discuss or rather work through… things.”
“Discuss is an interesting word,” I said. “I prefer acknowledge in instead.”
Anne looked at Cameron and turned and moved to me, sliding her hand down my pants, feeling my hardening cock. She unbuttoned, and slid the pants and boxers down my legs, her mouth moving to the tip, it inflating while she slid it down her throat expertly.
“OHhhh, Mistress….” I moaned, knowing exactly what had just transpired, the acknowledgement that was just made so we could discuss later. Quickly she rose up, holding my cock, kissing my lips.
“My Child, meet us at Midnight, sharp,” she said, her dominance felt and anticipated.
“Yes Mistress,” I said, knowing I just acknowledged her control while Camron gave me control.
It was the birth of a partnership.
————————————————————————————————-Amanda walked into the living room an hour after the text, Jill was seated staring at the wall, her floral dress above her hips, showing some of the mature woman’s ass and all her thigh.
“Jilly?” Amanda said softly, rounding the corner, concerned.
She gathered the dress underneath her, looked confused for a moment and then locked into what her intention for Amanda would be. If Carla was going to be used by the stable to gain power, for God’s sake she was going to bring Amanda in also.
“Sit, Child,” Jill said with purpose. “What did she tell you?”
“Enough,” Amanda said, looking at Jill went back to staring forward still feeling the push of Amanda’s father’s fingers into her cavities. “I totally understand, let’s say that much.”
“What do you want, Child?” Jill said, this time turning to face Amanda losing the distractions of the last hour, her eyes cold and distant peering into the recesses of Amanda’s soul, into the dark shadows of hidden desires.
“To be taught…Ma’am” Amanda felt the need to raise the level of respect. Her heart fluttered while watching the older woman move towards hers, the red lips closer to hers Amanda closed her eyes.
Jill’s hot breath covered Amanda’s lips, the flesh close, the heat moving to her neck, her ear, to her chest and back to her face. Amanda opened her eyes and Jill’s hands were hovering over Amanda’s breasts, pantomiming around her torso and up, refusing to satisfy Amanda’s need to be touched, felt, fondled and kissed.
“Have your drink with Izzy, and Carla this afternoon,” Jill said pulling back, Amanda’s mouth pouting and her head sank. “Their wisdom in such areas is unique and vast.”
“Jill I want…”
“Silence!” she said, getting up from the couch. “You have your orders! For God’s sake obey them, Child!”
Amanda rushed out of the room and out of the house, seeing Donnie, her father, walking from next door. They met at the garage and she melted into the safety of his arms.
“I need a hug, badly!” Amanda said holding tight, still feeling Jill’s hands almost touching her body.
(LATER THAT AFTERNOON IN NEWBO)
Amanda napped, then got ready and arrived at the Iron Horse just before five, finding a corner booth that Carla requested. Amanda turned her anger and disappointment of not being taken by Jill into anticipation of joining Carla feeling the hug and touches from lunch. She spent time before driving there going through Izzy’s IG, Amanda grew in lust for the young pixie, many shots of her tight body in tight clothing, impeccable make-up, making her mouth drool and legs warm.
“Good afternoon,” Amanda said, getting up when the couple arrived, looking into Izzy’s stoic eyes, then to Carla who’s gaze was down.
“Follow us,” Izzy said without a greeting, the last time they were together she was just 12 and now all grown up and 18, gesturing towards the door.
“Good thing I got just water,” Amanda said confused, shrugging to the server who was following them to get a drink order.
“Shhhh!” Carla shushed Amanda, the two fell back and they trailed the young Mistress.
They got out on the street, Izzy moving faster than the other two, crossing the light and the stream of cars ahead of them. She had a spot, a plan, a quick act of submission to drop on Amanda in Carla’s apartment. Amanda got angry and angry quick.
“Carla this is stupid, let’s go somewhere…” Amanda pleaded, the cars stopped for the light and Izzy glared at them to move.
“Let’s go Amanda,” Carla said, grabbing her sub by the arm.
Amanda pulled Carla in, pushed her lips to her friends, stuffed her tongue in deep kissing Carla for the first time in a long, long time and pulled off.
“URCHIN!” Izzy dared to yell in public, pulling on Carla, the three now in a tug-o-war with Carla being the rope in the middle.
“Yo! Girly! You hot as fuck, but fuck off!” Amanda yelled at Izzy pulling Carla’s arm towards back towards the curb.
“Amanda I c..c…can’t” Carla said and broke away from Amanda’s grip, spilling towards the street, nearly getting clipped by a Jetta, then ran across with Izzy. Amanda stuck up her middle finger at the twosome and reached for her phone, she was going to offer herself up to Jill and wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
Getting in the the car she dialed Jill’s number, getting voicemail.
“You’d better be home tonight…if you want me in whatever fucked up thing seemingly everyone is in! You’re going to have to get me there…got it!”
Amanda slumped on the wheel of the car and cried. ‘Why is this affecting me’ she thought, blaming hormones, the breakup, the attraction for Jill, Carla and even Izzy. She dialled again and again and again.
“Answer BITCH!” Amanda screamed sobbing, calling Jill for the 10th time, amazingly she picked up.
“Hello, Dear Child,” her calming voice trying to stop the shriek and parade of F-bombs, reducing Amanda to a blubbering mess. “Now…now…Mistress will make it all right.”
“Promise?” Amanda said sniffling hopefully, wanting to submit to Jill, wanting so much.
“I will make it all right…” Jill said, knowing what and how she wanted this all to go. Mistress gave her directions to call when she arrived, the drive only 10 minutes continuing to talk to her, looking outside until Amanda pulled into the driveway. “Come into the house and into the basement. There’s a room you’ve never been in the back left corner. Knock, close your eyes and keep them closed, open and walk two steps inside.”
“Yes…yes, Mistress,” Amanda said eagerly yet still sniffling, her impulse aways burned hot, it’s how she and Terri met, just passing on the street and Amanda simply said ‘hey beautiful, how about a kiss?’ getting it and they were together for two years. She was impulsively pursing and submitting at the same time, a new slurry of emotions running through Amanda’s body.
Ahead of Amanda, Jill moved into her dungeon, one she had tortured Amanda’s parents, fucked her Dad, and had her Mom taken by many men. She turned, shut the door and in just a couple minutes there was the knock and Amanda stepped into the darkness two steps. Amanda shut the door, the room was completely black.
Jill knew her lair like her husband’s cock, where everything was located to stimulate and to be stimulated.
“Two more steps, Child,” Jill said, moving to turn on a few flickering LED candles. “Completely disrobe.”
Turning the candles on one by one she could see more and more of Amanda’s body, her breasts large, nipples pointed upwards, freshly shaven pussy. Her lust for such a young conquest had to be put aside, Jill wanting to rush forward and please Amanda.
Jill had other plans, a bigger picture to execute. Besides, if she took Amanda that would allow Donnie to take Carla, and Jill was not ready for that idea.
Jill moved slowly, occupying Amanda’s space just inches from her naked flesh, breathing on her face, her nipples, squatting and breathing near her snatch.
“Oh, Mistress…yes…I’m yours…” Amanda sighed, quivering with anticipation, wanting whatever Jill could give her, or take from her.
“Child, you are so beautiful and young,” Jill said, taking her arm and cuffing it’s wrist, taking another and cuffing it so they were above her head. She moved to the platform, adjusting the hook for the height and then lowering it, hanging Amanda gently from the hook, a seat just high enough to sit. “The word for tonight is trust. If you ever want me, Child, you’ll have to trust.”
“Ever want…???” Amanda said nervously, Jill moving away and the door shutting. “HEY! Where are you GOING!!!???”
(ACROSS TOWN IN NEWBO)
“Mistress Izzy, forgive me,” Carla said, her body naked, in a sitting pose, on the deck, the hipster neighbor watching Carla again, the two having several uncomfortable conversations with since her naked yoga earlier in the week. There was some movement then and it was warmer, the sun was almost under and Carla’s nipples were jagged hard.
When she got to her flat that afternoon Carla was ordered to strip, had been whipped with a cane, she had clamps on her nipples for an hour, and Mistress Izzy made her eat her dinner on the floor like a dog. It’s when Mistress noticed the hipster vaping on the balcony and sent Carla out to be observed.
“You met my cousin Kerry and she told you of our meeting tonight with Kinzie and Karl, Correct my Pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Carla said, both talking so they could not be heard by the man staring at Carla’s shaven pussy, her legs spread in an easy pose, Carla ordered to open it for him to see.
“Consent to be shared with no boundaries with Kerry, Karl and Kinzie, or your second choice is you go down on the gentleman watching you from the balcony and swallow his load,” Mistress Izzy laid out Carla’s choices for the evening.
Carla’s heart sank for a moment, almost blurting out swallowing the load, until she thought of Kerry, her beautiful face. Carla didn’t know Kerry’s friends but imagined that they would be equally as attractive. She was one night removed from taking cock in the basement of Pedlar’s, having Mistress Izzy’s Mom Nikki sucking her wet twat. She thought at that moment – ‘this is who I am.’
“Let’s go meet Kerry and her friends Karl and Kinzie,” Carla said, drawing a large smile from Mistress Izzy, who stood up, got a big, soft plushy robe, walked out and put on Carla. Inside Izzy gave her a long hard kiss for for obeying her Domme so well, petting her hair and cupping her breasts, rubbing the heat into her body while her arms were inside her robe.
“I could just eat you up myself right now, but we have bigger and better waiting for us. You’ll not regret THIS night, EVER,” Mistress Izzy said, slipping back into just ol’ Izzy.
Izzy and Carla stood outside of 3654 Cardinal Court after Mistress Izzy spent three hours applying body paint to Carla, who was naked except for the artistry applied to her flesh.
“You are gifted, Mistress,” Carla said looking in the mirror at her tiger stripes, the black covering most of one nipple, the other more visible in the yellow. “I’ve felt more exposed in a bikini.”
“I loved art in school and when I got into YouTube in high school I taught myself,” Izzy said, letting the Mistress persona go for a bit, admiring how Carla’s true ‘pussy’ lips were hidden in the yellow, but could be seen by inspecting eyes.
“It will take a good hour in the shower for me to get this off of you, so don’t worry about your movements,” MIstress Izzy said. “And I want you to be a pet, acting out your stripes.”
“Yes Mistress,” Carla said, cuddling with her before they left for Cardinal Court.
Mistress Izzy decked herself out in safari gear, her short hair bowled around the edges of the floppy hat, her whip handy on her belt, black boots with the tan coat and pants. She was a tamer of hot felines.
They approached the house right at 8 p.m., the light went on and they went in, turning it immediately off. The aroma in the air was thick with burning sage and essential oils like lavender and peppermint. The landing was tile and the steps were carpeted, a light glowed from one corner just inside the door, and brightly shown was a naked woman. The beautiful vision of female flesh showing every pore of her dark and creamy skin, the makeup impeccable, highlighting her eyes.
“Live from Cardinal Bay” was hanging above a formation of pillows and pads, two cameras connected to live video feeds were mounted on each side of the wall and it was in the corner.
“And Kinzie, look who was have here as our first guests! It’s Mistress Izzy and her newly contracted submissive, Carla! Let’s give it up for these two.” Applause echoed from speakers, like the old game show days. Karl was on a microphone, sitting off to the side, Kinzie naked on the pillows, her dark Indian skin, long black hair spread out like a fan behind her. Her two nipples pointed and stuck out, excited, smoothly shaven except for a 1/4 inch patch above her clit that was full, but trimmed.
“We have you registered under the Master Donnie Stables, through Mistress Nikki, what a treat and do you have a treat to share with us and the viewing audience?”
“We do Master Karl,” Mistress Izzy getting handed a microphone said pulling Carla in and her body painted as a Tiger towards Kinzie. “I have tamed the beast and she is ours to enjoy.”
“Mistress, you are too generous, such a wild and beautiful cat,” Karl said, his microphone a portable one, he was dressed in a toga, his girth hanging down out of the white cloth.
“Jesus!” Carla gasped at the limp meat that hung lower than anything she’s seen hard.
“Don’t be afraid dear,” Kinzie said, she too had a microphone. “Do you want a taste to see if you’re up for such a treat?”
“Yes, I would be honored,” Carla said smiling and nervous, her mouth watering, the smells, the lighting, the thought of so many people watching. Karl moved slowly to the lit up space where Kinzie was spread out, Carla lowered to her knees, Mistress Izzy slid to a seated position at the edge of the space.
“Such a beautiful feline and eager,” Karl said, moving closer still holding the microphone, his cock showing life. “I understand Mistress Izzy did the art work on our fine pussy here.”
Carla met his girth with her hands first, feeling the soft, spongy tube, rubbing it, folding it, pressing her cheek to it, then sliding it in her mouth. It began to fill, her hand sliding under his balls, rubbing his taint and back up and soon the shaft was longer than her two hands could cover. She had her lips over it’s head and tongue riding the ridge of it, her first thought was ‘who could take this thing?’
“Ghhffmmgt…” Carla gurgled popping the large head into her mouth, it was not fully erect and proportionally large, thick and long at least 11 inches, she thought, both hands now on the shaft and there was still a full hand length of flesh exposed.
“Mmmppft, I must say…oh…” Karl continued to narrate for the audience. “She’s very good with her paws and mouth…ohhhh”
“Need help?” The familiar voice of her co-worker Kerry, her hand on Carla’s back feeling the paint hold on Carla’s skin, sliding under her body and Karl’s legs. Kerry’s mouth was quickly on the shaft, sucking its base and then his balls, hanging and way more than a mouthful.
“You can vote on how deep our young submissive must take Karl, to earn her stables their coins,” Kinzie announced before handing the microphone to Izzy.
“My submissive is getting assistance from the beautiful Kerry,” Izzy said, walking around. “She’s handled this beast before, and the young tiger will need to take lessons.”
“Relax sweets,” Kerry said, her lovely small breasts open for Carla to see, smallish 32b perfect chocolate chip sized nipples, her small frame cross-fit hard, medium length brown hair with big brown eyes. Her hands came up to Carla’s face, rubbing her cheeks. “Let it enter…breath out your nose.”
Kerry watched the large meat go an inch in and get stuck against the tightness of Carla’s jaw. She pulled Carla off of the head and moved in front of her.
“Early returns say ‘all of it’ but we’re not expecting that, it would be a mammoth ask,” Izzy said, looking over at the producer. Kinzie’s dark hair flipped over her breasts, it almost down to her waist, the long patch above her pussy mesmerizing Izzy, who had moved closer to watch Carla. “Come on folks, let’s be realistic.”
Karl was standing, squatting, watching the two women discuss cock sucking, his pecs were smooth and defined, his dark skin and facial features both matched Kinzie’s, being of the same nationality, Far Eastern Indian.
Izzy leaned in with the mic and put it to Kerry’s mouth to share the insight she was giving Carla to the audience.
“Spit is important,” Kerry said, first giving Carla a kiss then holding the monster out for all to see, it’s head looking up at them, she began spitting onto it, rubbing it in, spitting again and repeating several more times. “They quickly….GgghaaFFTT.”
Kerry pushed the flesh over her lips, opening wide, cocking her head and thrusting her body forward, the impossible happening the long shaft began to disappear. Izzy held the microphone, everyone getting the subtile noises it made going in and over her deep red lips.
“GGGFFFMMMTTAHHHH!” Kerry moaned onto his cock, slowly pushing forward, taking a good three inches and then pushing for more. “GAHhhhhhhhfffttt!”
She pulled off of it, holding the head, looking down, Carla staring at her while she spit and spit again, before throwing her face on the long, thick dagger again, pushing harder, getting further.
“She’s got great insight and experience!” Izzy proclaimed. “She’s an expert sword swallower.”
“GGmmmmFFTTT!” she made it to the furtherest point in a second and then pushed on it to over half, the large head moving down her throat, visible to the viewing audience, she pulled off of it again. “GAHhhhhhhhfffttt!”
“Your turn…” Kerry said, running her hand over Carla’s painted breast, feeling the nipple. “You can do it…”
“The votes are in and they said ‘half of it’!” Izzy was informed and announced Kerry moving to sit by Izzy, rubbing her thigh near the gun holster covering Izzy’s pussy.
Carla took the shaft, looking up at Karl his smile was wide and he gave her a nod. The craziness of this situation, naked people, a supposed live stream, Carla felt at ease and accepted. She spit down, repeating it several times, coating the shaft more and more and then opened, slid it in and relaxed.
“MMummmffftttt!!!” the head surprisingly went past the first stop point and too quickly a couple inches slid inside, causing Carla to gag, coughing it out. “CCCCGGHHHTT!”
“You can do this girl,” Kerry encouraged her into the microphone, petting her back, both women looking up at Karl again and Carla spitting down, rubbing in and pushing on the head of the cock again.
“MMummmffftttt!!! Ghhhffft! Mmmmffftttt!” she relaxed and took more, slowly, but it was pressing onward.
“YOU got this!” Kerry said into her ear.
“Go Girl!” Kinzie said, the inches moving into her throat.
“Holy fuck!” Mistress Izzy said. “She made it! Halfway!”
Carla moved her hips up, angling better, hearing she was there she pushed herself forward and the long cylinder kept going, her breathing was rapid, but easier than she ever imagined, eyes closed, her hands found Karl’s strong legs and pulled herself to his balls.
“HOLY FUCK! SHE DID IT!” Kinzie blurted out, bouncing to her side from her platform, watching Carla still strain on the length of her husband’s shaft, moving around to Carla’s backside and kissing her cheeks. “Oh girl, I could just eat you up.”
Carla pulled off the large meat, the three women in the room congratulating her, kissing her, rubbing her body.
For the rest of their hour, the women did just that…ate her up, spreading her legs, taking turns going down on Carla, kissing her, doing the same to each other. Kinzie peeling off to fuck her husband on the live feed while her face was buried in Carla’s cunt.
Kerry and Izzy took turns narrating the sexual entanglement, often getting someone’s mouth on theirs, and each took a turn riding Karl’s large beast. The hour expired and Izzy and Carla got to go back and hang out.
Izzy received a text from Mistress Jill around 11 p.m., the two hung around in Karl and Kinzie’s back bedroom, Izzy letting Carla sleep and gently massaging her after she took the huge cock down her throat and the three women making love to her.
‘Go to my house and there is a surprise waiting for you in the dungeon,’ – the text read, Izzy perked up, and slowly woke Carla.
“A surprise?” Carla said with sleepy eyes, her body painting still in good shape, head to toe like a tiger, naked, amazing work by Izzy.
Izzy got her up, gathered their coats and they headed out the door, Kinzie waving while then had two guys kissing on the floor, Karl dangling his cock like a prize above them. They slipped out the front door, Kinzie not even noticing watching the men intently.
The closer it got to November, the colder the evenings dropped. It wasn’t freezing yet, but the walk home was brisk, even though it was just a five minute jaunt. Carla moved quicker as they went and by the time they were just a few houses away, they were running in the grass in their bare feet.
“Jeeez, that’s cold!” Carla said entering her house, shutting the door, Izzy pulling Carla into her arms her Safari outfit in tack. She cupped Carla’s breast, admiring how the nipple blended into the dark stripe, her painting was in good shape as well.
Then they heard it….
“God damit, ANYONE THERE!!!!!” the voice from the basement screamed.
“Who the fuck?” Carla asked, then heard it again.
“JILLL!!!!! BRIAN!!! CARLA!!!! I’m DOWN HERE!!!”
The two looked at each other, and ran down the steps, both realizing who it was at the same time. Carla heard Amanda banging the walls with her feet, the room in the basement the kids were rarely allowed into, it all making sense to Carla in the moment, the revelations of her Mom, the old memories finding new meaning.
“It’s Amanda,” Mistress Izzy said taking over in the basement, pulling Carla back by her wrist. She was the youngest, but she was wisest, the lessons her mother had taught her she put her Mistress persona back on. “Kneel, Child.”
Carla showed frustration, paused, dropping to her knees to instinctively please her Mistress.
“I will call for you when it’s time,” Mistress Izzy said, opening the door that creaked slowly.
“ABOUT FUCKING TIME!” Amanda screamed her arms hanging from the wall, naked body visible from an LED spotlight Jill must have turned on, ‘oh those sweet breasts’ Izzy thought.
Amanda was breathing hard, still angry, then showed a hint of emotional frailty. “Where’s Carla…”
Izzy just stood silent, looking at Amanda’s naked body, her full d cup breasts, firm, nipples flat above their midline. Amanda stopped her protest, staring at Izzy dressed up for the evening, immediately feeling the power dynamic, wanting to scream, the absurd moment calming her.
Amanda heard Mistress Jill’s word in her head from the morning – ‘trust’.
“Did you come down here by your own accord?” Mistress Izzy said, walking towards Amanda, the curve of the restrained woman’s back beautifully melted into her athletic ass.
“I wasn’t dragged down, if that’s what you mean,” Amanda said, a little annoyed, trying to acknowledge her situation, then asked again. “Where’s Carla?”
“Child,” the teenager (18) said to the college graduate. “Show the proper respect or we will be getting nowhere.”
Amanda’s defiant streak ran only as far as she could get her way. The stoic young Mistress presented the brick wall Amanda would crash into and immediately become complicit. She would cry or scream around her dad Donnie, and his unyielding patience would deescalate her emotion, the brick wall, and they would talk.
“I’m sorry Izzy,” Amanda said hitting the moment of realization fast, the cuffs were soft, her hands over her head uncomfortable and all she wanted to do was sit, or lay down.
“Mistress….”
“I’m sorry Mistress…” Amanda said, watching the confident young woman walk to her, a small bridal was at her side, dressed as some sort of Lion tamer Amanda now saw.
“What did Mistress Jill tell you, walk you through, teach you tonight?” Mistress Izzy asked, getting close enough to smell Amanda’s body spray, the musk of her cunt from whatever excitement being chained to a wall gave her.
“She told me to trust, and that was about it…Mistress,” Amanda said, Izzy sensing she was left for her and Carla. “She didn’t teach me anything…”
“Lessons are what the student makes them,” Mistress Izzy said, Amanda crumpling her brow, that kind of bullshit was always given by teachers who didn’t want to teach, she thought. “You came here on your own accord and disrobed on your own accord, correct?”
“Yes Mistress…”
“You wanted to submit to Mistress Jill, I understand that I am not her,” Izzy said, pulling her bridal out, running the tip over Amanda’s hip. “The verb and the object, align but take the object out…”
“And I want to submit…”
“Yes, Child…” Mistress Izzy said, the leather soft tip running under Amanda’s breast, drawing a sigh, the anger replaced by helplessness now filling with something else. “Trust….”
“What do you need Mistress?” Amanda asked, looking into Mistress Izzy’s blue eyes, her charisma amplified by her confidence. “Please let me down and I will obey you.”
“Very well,” Mistress Izzy said, noticing the florescent tape around a peg nearby that held an old fashioned key ring. She walked swiftly to it, and brought it over, trying two keys, then finding success with the third.
Amanda collapsed on the floor, tired of being hung up like that, she curled up on the soft pad, Mistress Izzy finding the cooler of water bringing a bottle over to Amanda.
“Thank you, Mistress” Amanda said with deep appreciation drinking eagerly.
“What exactly did Mistress Jill say to you before she left?” Mistress Izzy said.
“If I ever wanted her, I had to trust…”
“I see,” Mistress Izzy said knowing she was just a conduit in this power dynamic. “Child, you need to be open to submitting to me and trust she will intercede at the appropriate time.”
Amanda drank the rest of the bottle and laid back down on the floor, her eyes open, her mind running through that thought.
“Carla, come here!” Mistress Izzy commanded, Amanda’s turned to see the Carla’s figure walk in, the beautiful paint on her naked flesh amazing, even in the low LED lighting.
Carla moved to Amanda, embracing her, the two naked young women hugging, pressing flesh into flesh. Amanda laid down, Carla looking up at Mistress Izzy, who gave her submissive a nod of approval.
Carla curled into Amanda’s arms who held Carla tight, and they laid down caught in the embrace.
————————————————————————————————-“You may have fucked up, Sir,” Mistress Jill said, I briefing her on my encounter with Camron and Anne. She braced for a slap or something.
“Freely, freely…permission that is,” I said waving. “Not necessarily.”
“I’ll have to go with you since Mel’s occupied,” Jill said.
“In regards to Anne, I put myself between she and Camron, so I have options to reestablish our co-dominance,” I said. “I have a few ideas.”
“Good, because I’m fresh out,” Jill said, rubbing my shoulders. “I trust you’ll…hey, that’s it, trust! Just throw that in, you know, like…”
“Yes, that was my plan actually, trust that they can elevate my status if done right,” I said, pulling her around into my lap. We kissed tenderly, my hand resting on her breast, the other on her cheek.
“We have a full schedule and can’t get behind” Jill said, knowing the etiquette of Red Night Wednesday Night versus an ordinary. “We need to visit Mistress Mistress Consommé, Master Kenneth and Tina first, squeeze in a stop at Ron’s before arriving at Midnight to honor Master Camron and Mistress Anne.”
I pressed into her nipple, released and slid her off my lap.
“I need to make some calls, excuse me I’ll swing by soon” I said.
“Yes Master,” Jill said.
————————————————————————————————-Nikki had gotten a couple texts from Ron that he needed to talk with her before going out Wednesday night.
‘There has been so much movement, I have to ask you something in person’ the text read.
An hour later the next one read – ‘It’s not like I could when you had your tongue up Mistress Jill’s daughter’s pussy’ Ron referring to him fucking Carla then Nikki going down on the young submissive.
That one made Nikki laugh out loud and she said to stop down at noon. The life of a restaurant owner went deep into the night, so Nikki was showering at 11 a.m., her phone buzzed that Ron was outside.
“Christ, can’t men tell time??” she was wet, threw on a robe and ran downstairs to the front door. She wasn’t open for lunch on Wednesdays, the workers didn’t show until 2 p.m., and they were just in the door two feet.
“I couldn’t wait,” Ron said, the fire in his eyes consumed Nikki. “I want you and your daughter in my stable and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
They were just steps in the door, she backed up, her eyes were just looking at him, his face, the tank top showing off his massive arms covered with the sleeve tattoos, he was tugging at his shorts. He rushed her and they ended up kissing, her back against the bar, her turned her, the robed parted and hit the floor, his cock came out.
“OHHHH GOD!!!!” Nikki exclaimed, the erect fat head of his cock sunk into her pussy lifting her off of the ground, he was 6’4″, sliding her onto the bar top between to stools. “FUCKKK! RONNN! YES!!! You have us BOTH!!!!!”
Her weight pushed back and she slid down the long shaft, the head burrowing, she had heard stories of his prowess. He gathered her long, braided hair and pulled back on it like a bridal of a horse, her head tilting back, his power pulled back out and then inside.
“OHHH! AHHH! MMMMM!” She moaned as he thrust in and out of her body. He didn’t want to finish, but the sound of fucking her and doing it in and on her bar, someone looking inside would see his tight ass pushing deep inside.
“Ohhhh, Nikki!” He exclaimed, pushing deep and cumming inside her completing the transaction, getting the announcement, taking the probationary status off of Master designation.
“Ohhhh, Master…” Nikki said, having not orgasmed, feeling the warmth rush inside. He pumped her a few times, she felt him leave her body, sliding out as she slipped to the floor, cleaning and sucking on the large head as it receded.
“That will be your daughter’s job soon,” He said, pushing Nikki onto his cock, just gaining Izzy and soon to be stable of two submissives adding to Camilla and his co-dominance of his wife Tina, through Mistress Consommé & Master Kenneth. “I’ll see you when you get off work, Camilla and I will hold the house down until you get there tonight.”
————————————————————————————————-Jill and I were getting ready, I had to inform her what Gladys had called and told me about concerning my wife Mel and her behavior at work. I had intercepted a text and apparently the young woman who drew information out of her was Gladys niece and it force the Supreme Grand Mistress to act.
“It’s not good Master,” Jill said responding to the my news that Mel was pretty much abducted at work and had arrived at Gladys’s complex a day earlier than planned. “She’ll be on the menu at Red Light Buffet Night, something Gladys came up with to allow outsiders into our Hades Night celebration.”
“Let’s say she spills her guts about what she knows,” I proposed the worst case scenario while we got ready to serve our stable mates during Red Night Wednesday Night in the neighborhood. “Where does that put us Saturday?”
“Things still depend on our performance, in the Circles and then head to head,” Jill said, bending over to allow me to inspect her perfectly shaved pussy, my hand running over her beautiful ass cheeks, sliding a finger inside her cunt to feel her warmth. “Ohhhh, Master…”
“Excellent my Child,” I said, then put my lips to her pussy lips, slipping my tongue inside for just a moment. “And if it all falls through I lose my wife, and that leaves us…”
“Ha us! You’re funny Master, with all due respect,” she laughed, sensing my affinity for her lately. “You are stripped of your stables and I would have to choose someone else as my Master, this is a you thing. How do I look, Sir, do I please you?”
Jill had her hair under, but flowing out of, a leather police hat. She wore a mesh, black bodysuit with a Black leather vest, tastefully studded to show a badge number, a gun belt that covered her crotch, the mesh suit was crotchless under the holster her pare pussy, legs melting into knee high boots.
“You please me,” I said, my outfit was simple, just a doctor’s coat, nothing underneath, and the big silver circle on my head that was an LED light.
“Red Light Night was born out of the Hades and adult trick or treat Night, it used to happen once a month,” Jill said, holding my hand walking down the street towards Mistress Consommé, Master Kenneth and Tina’s place. “Look at all of the red lights on! It’s beautiful!”
Jill had expressed concern that it was just a core group they had visited last month, and it was after I encouraged everyone to ‘spread the word’ among their neighbors to participate it now looked like it was happening because 80% of the houses were lit up.
“WOW!…Sir, can we stop somewhere else before…” Jill excitedly blurted.
“Yes, my Child,” I said, with no real knowledge of who was in where. “You choose, but remember I have to be able to deliver at midnight.”
“You are too gracious, Sir…” The experienced Domme said. “You will be ready for Master Camron and Mistress Anne, don’t get me wrong.
She led me down the street, we saw others were coming out of their houses, turning off their lights to visit go visit. Jill said odd numbered houses went first with the unregistered houses and you had no more than an hour. We were unregistered because we had put our stables in for contest.
“Here! Here!” Jill said almost running to 2788, the home of an electrician and his wife, a school teacher, both in their mid-30s. Jill walked in the door, holding it for me, and shut off their red light, something you did unless you wanted multiple people involved.
I stepped into a black light infused home, there were two glowing vests we were to put on, and illuminated arrows on the floor leading us upstairs into their main room. Walking up the stairs you could see the couple, holding hands, illuminated with body paint making them orange.
“Good evening weary travelers, welcome to space challenge,” The eager voice of the young woman said. “There are no rules or restrictions, except one.”
“You will choose a partner, it doesn’t matter who with whom, and once you hear the music start, you have until it stops to initiate an orgasm. Oh and stay in the squares'” The man said and the two separated, standing in the middle of two illuminated squares.
“Fun!” Jill said, cutting me off and darting to the man, getting on her knees, taking the florescent cock into her mouth.
I dropped my coat, took the woman in my arms, her youthful breasts pressed into my chest, her legs hopped around my waist and began to lower onto my shaft. She had a remote in her hand and all of a sudden the JEOPARDY theme song began to play.
da DA da duh, DA da duh.
My cock slid inside her, the man’s cock was deep in Jill’s throat, her hands pulling his ass in, my hands palming both ass cheeks.
“Ohhhh,” the woman moaned; “Ahhh….” the man sighed
da DA da duh da DAT, Duh, DA da da duh
I bounced her up on my cock, her hands behind my neck extending out, I moved and pinched her nipples. Jill was balls deep and slipped her hand behind his balls and quickly inserted her thumb up his ass.
“OOOHhhh Sir!” she exclaimed; “Ohhhh shitttttt Mistressss!” He cried out.
da DA da duh, DA da duh.
I could here Jill taking his load, first one in and the thumb with her wetness, sent him cumming down her throat pulling back then into her mouth. I pulled the woman off of my cock, spun her fast, her hands on the floor and I thrust inside her cunt, we were instantly in a wheel barrow position.
da DA da duh, DA da duh.
“Ohhh GODDD!!” she exclaimed, the sudden shift more of a stimulant, Jill crawled off him, took his cum and kissed his wife while I was balls deep. I bucked against her sliding all the away to the tip and thrusting back inside. “FUCKKKKKK!!! YESSSS!”
I pulled out, laid her down, Jill and her kissed while the rest of the song finished.
“Master Donnie’s Stable,” Jill reminded them to enter into the Hade’s Night app that had opened at the start.
They both waved, the body paint they smeared on us illumating, my cock glowing, I slipped my lab coat over my body and off to Mistress Consommé, Master Kenneth and Tina’s place we went hand in hand.
————————————————————————————————-Camilla and Ron serviced six different people in three hours.
“You’re an animal,” Ron said, Camilla taking Ron on her mouth, while Andy (one of Master Donnie’s centurions) fucked her ass.
They didn’t like the pageantry and grand design of some of the houses, and just liked to explore their guests and had set up a club like atmosphere with a DJ and open “VIP” areas around the dance floor.
“Cardinal Bay is so pretentious and grand,” Ron said. “Cardinal Creek is about getting to know you.”
Camilla had heard Cardinal Creek was basic and raw, wasn’t surprised by Ron dropped to his knees and took Carlos, one of the ‘boys’ from ‘Creek’ in his mouth. Ron sucked him off, taking the load deep into the back of his throat, while Camilla went down on Jaunita Carlos’s wife, getting into a 69.
“It’s just hot, delicious sex,” Camilla said later, stroking Ron’s amazing cock. “Who is accompanying Nikki?”
“I don’t know, she said it was a surprise,” Ron said, petting Camilla’s head, her mouth playing with the mushroom tip of his cock. “We’ll find out in a few, she just texted they were on their way.”
Camilla let his cock go and they stood up, got some water, there was an air of anticipation. Ron had sensed something big was up the minute he completed the transaction sending his wife to Wendy, getting Camilla and improving his rank from Centurion to Master.
Camilla opened the door, immediately embracing Nikki pressing her naked body into her, the two kissing, the older woman cherishing Camilla’s breasts with her hands. Ron’s mouth dropped when Brian walked through the door followed by a woman, in a long coat, wearing a mask.
Nikki jetted to the bathroom.
“Sir,” Ron said to Brian and knelt before him. “It is an honor to have you here tonight.”
Camilla’s mouth dropped, knowing Brian only as Jill and Gladys submissive stooge not this revered virile man, looking over at the masked woman taking her coat off, her naked body firm, but she put her somewhere in her 50s.
“Camilla, may I request your obedience?” Brian formally stated, he slid his coat off, his naked body marked from the beating he took the day before from Mistress Night. “I am here, on this night into this weekend, to help your family regain it’s rightful place in the society.”
The woman in the life like Avatar mask, moved to Camilla, and put her arms on her shoulders, rubbing them.
Ron was on the ground, head bowed.
“Well, shit….” Camilla said, joining her Master, bowing her head. “That sounds like a fucking plan! You have it…Sir.”
“Very good,” Brian said, the woman moving to the middle of the floor, opening her legs a trimmed, but present, bush was there inviting Camilla to move to her. “Let us consummate this trust.”
Camilla moved between the woman’s legs, the smell of sex and floral fragrances emitted from her body. She quickly dove in, mouth to clit, then up her thigh, back to clit, inserting tongue and up the other thigh.
“Feed her son,” Brian said to Ron, his thick head pressed to the plastic of the mask’s lips and through to the woman’s lips, sliding it back with amazing ease, balls all the way against the mask, pulling back and thrusting again and again.
“Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft!,” The muffled voice of the woman made. Masks were common years ago, but rarely did someone go around not wanting to be known. There fell out of acceptance after accusations people were bringing outsiders in, placing masks on their faces. “Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft!”
Camilla felt the thrusts as she continued to lap and suck on the woman’s cunt, the public hair a nice change from all the smooth pussy Camilla had munched in recent months.
Ron felt his hands first, pulling his cock so that the head was just inside the mask and the mouth.
Brian was erect, Camilla sneaking a peak, hearing he was hung, and now seeing it’s length, her eyes got wide when the long shaft was rested on Ron’s crevasse. They got wider when Brian as slid down and pressed against Ron’s hole.
“Ohhh…Sir….” Ron moaned, pushing his cock deeper into the masked woman’s throat, Brian sliding the tip and an inch inside Ron’s ass. “OhhHH!”
“Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft!” the woman gurgled on Ron’s cock, Brian’s weight pushing his body forward, getting inches inside of Ron.
“OHHhhh, Mmmmmm” Ron moaned, Brian pulling back, pushing inside.
Camilla move her hands up and started fucking the woman with her hand, pushing two fingers in the wet cunt of the woman.
Nikki popped out of the bathroom, she had inserted the short end of a strap-on into her own pussy, securing it and came out, it bobbing back and forth while she walked to Camilla.
“Shit, girl!” Camilla screeched, Nikki pressing the dildo to her backside. “FUUCCCCKKKK!”
The slick device shot deep into Camilla’s wet cunt, her face went back to the woman’s driving into her, Ron’s cock balls deep into the woman’s face and Brian slid further into Brian’s ass, his long cock moving in and back, gaining inch by inch.
“Take it, Bitch” Nikki said.
“Ohhh FUCCCK!!!!” Camilla continued to moan.
“Mmmggfft! Mmmggfft!” The woman gurgled.
“Deeper SIR! DEEPER!” Ron exclaimed.
“Mmmmmm,” Brian moaned, the five in a long binding train of cock, tongue and cunt.
Ron pushed in, holding it, his hands on the woman’s breasts, unloading his cum deep into her gullet. The woman had orgasmed at least three times on Camilla’s face, Nikki came just inserting the device and came again, pounding Camilla from behind.
“Oh FUCK YESSSSS!” Camilla released, the five still joined, pressed together.
“UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT!” Ron exclaimed, still deep in her throat, it receding some, Ron working his ass. “UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT! UGGUHHFFTT!”
Brian pushed inside, held it deep and released his load.
“Oh YES SIR!” Ron exclaimed taking the prize, Brian sliding out of him, Nikki sliding out of Camilla and she rushed to clean Brian’s rod.
The five unraveled, kissing a little, petting, fondling and eventually all sitting on the floor. Only Brian knew the full positive scoring consequences of their action, a multiple of five chain of genitals together all orgasming.
The woman grabbed the edges of her mask and pulled it off.
“Everyone, this is Carol Sutton, the newest resident of Cardinal Bay,” Brian proudly announced. “She has just brought you all into her stable, adjacent to any other you have been a part of. That was one amazing welcome!”
————————————————————————————————-Mistress Consommé, Tina and Master Kenneth were just across the block, we walked into their house with hesitation.
It was a simple set up, Tina restrained, the two Dommes sitting on thrones, immediately Jill picked up and began whipping Tina who was bound and gagged around a pole beside the two.
With a wave on our entrance Mistress Consommé and Master Kenneth yielded control of their sub, Tina (her pet name ratón – mouse) for her smallish figure, firm small breasts and smallish ass.
“It’s in the wrist and abrupt finish,” Mistress Jill said to the group, delivering a strike to Ratón’s bare ass.
“GHHFffft!” Ratón exclaimed through the ball gag.
Mistress Consommé was dressed as Cleopatra and Master Kenneth a Egyptian Pharaoh, his cock covered by a cloth, temporary tattoos covering both of their bodies, Mistress Consommé in a black wig covering her red hair, bustier exposing her nipples, cupping on the underside. She sat watching the torture, stroking Kenneth’s cock, occasionally sucking the tip, getting a taste of his clear pre-cum.
I took the whip and gave it a snap, randomly hitting her in the shoulder blades, repeating it several times. My accuracy needed work, practice I was hoping to get Saturday night.
“AHFFTT! GAHFFTT! AHHHFFT!” Ratón bellowed.
“Master, with all due respect,” Mistress Consommé said. “May I take your place and you give Ratón a break?”
I looked at Jill who shrugged, an ask is not a play for control and yielding to an ask can be viewed in favor over establishing control by saying ‘no’.
“It would be my pleasurable pain, Mistress,” I said bowing to her and looking into her eyes immediately, keeping our plane neutral. I walked to Ratón, unsnapped the ball gag, my hands pressing softly to her marks, rubbing some lotion that was on a shelf close by, undoing the cuffs that were on her wrists.
“Thank you Master,” she said, water welling in her eyes, curling into my body. “Before you leave I will please you to show my gratitude.”
I dropped my lab coat, took off my head piece and pushed my hands against the wall, my bare backside showing the ladies.
“May I request you turn around, put your hands behind your head whilst you press back against the wall?” Mistress Consommé said making and unannounced uncalculated ask of me. “May my sister, Mistress Jill alternate with me?”
Jill’s wide eyes told me everything I needed to know, a gift Mistress Consommé was about to hand us and the stables her zeal to inflict pain, not knowing full protocol.
“Certainly,” I said, not acknowledging her as a Mistress.
I no sooner pressed against the wall than the whistle and crack of the whip filled the room.
“AGGGHHHHT!” I moaned, it striking my right thigh. “AGGGHHHHT! AGGGHHHHT! AGGGHHHHT! AGGGHHHHT!”
My left thigh, my stomach, my left shoulder then my right. She paused, smiled and delivered a blow to my cock, that hunched me over.
“GGGAHHHHHHH!!!! WOMAN!!!!” I exclaimed, the surprise and deliberateness of the blow deserved my rath, however I needed Mistress Jill to whip me as requested, Her eyes were wide, Mistress Consommé yielded to her, and she delivered one to my right shoulder while I was crouching down. “AAHHHGGT!”
Jill didn’t hesitate, sensing my ire, and the minute I was upright again delivered her five, holding back just a little, to my thighs and stomach, quickly handing it back to Mistress Consommé. I needed one more cheap shot, I extending my cock out baiting the Egyptian beauty, the redness across the shaft, though stinging and warm, began arousal.
I saw her sneer looking at it, maybe wanting what was about to happen, to happen, snapping it harder, faster and landing on my balls.
“GGODDDDD! FUCCCCK!” I exclaimed, then my anger rose. “AGGGGGGHHHH!!!”
I charged her, seeing the couch to the left, picking her up like a linebacker and driving her into its back cushions, sliding it a good three feet on the floor. The pain was extreme, driving my rage, her body suit was crotchless, and before she could get her bearing I drove my cock deep in her pussy.
“AHHGGG! WHAT are you DOING!!!” Mistress Consommé wailed, Master Kenneth rose up, was intercepted by Mistress Jill.
“She yielded control to me, bringing her to MY level, giving Master Donnie every right to do with your wife what he pleases especially if she delivers unnecessary pain,” Jill said, moving her hand to his face. “Now, what can I do to serve you Master?”
“MASTER KENNETH!!!” Mistress Consommé wailed some more, upset my cock was sliding in an out of her, she under my body, her legs flailing, my hands pressing down on her arms. “FUCKKK!!!! OHHH!! OHHH!”
I flipped her around, pulling out, reaching her hips and turning her. I looked to my right to see Mistress Jill on her knees taking Master Kenneth into her mouth, a gesture of concession while I was establishing my co-dominance of their stable, moving them into my stable, rather than adjacent.
I had one more act to complete the ritual.
“OH GODDD!” Mistress Consommé screamed, her face in the couch pillow, my cock ramming inside her ass. “FUCKKK!!!! OH SHITTTT!”
“Say it servant!” I said pushing in inch by inch.
“Fuck you!” Mistress Consommé said defiantly.
“Fine!” I said and pressing my cock all the way in her ass.
“OH GODDDDD!!! MASTER! OH FUCK!” Mistress Consommé said, it wasn’t required, but it told me she conceeded, I pulled out of her ass and pushed back into her pussy. “OHHH YES! THANK YOU! YESSS!!! OHhHH!”
She immediately came, my cock pounding her through two more orgasms until I saw Jill licking the cum off Master Kenneth’s cock, looking over at me at the same time cleaning his balls.
We got our selves put back together and watched them submit a change of power form on the app, I forced a kiss from Mistress Consommé, and we left.
“Wow…that was something,” Mistress Jill said understating what had just happened and we walked down the street to check to see if Mary was serving. Her light was out telling us she was serving someone, planning to be in full cat persona, impish, impulsive and attacking those who came in her house. “Stop in on Ron and Camilla?”
Ron’s red light was on, it was a good hour from Midnight when we had to see Camron and Anne.
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