Dressed in what was to become my usual 'builder's flat attire' of just a pair of seamed black stockings, my face now washed clean of sperm, I returned to the front room. I had dutifully fetched the drinks that they had asked for and I was now nervously waiting to see what would happen next.
As I returned I remember thinking observationally that I was no longer even embarrassed by my lack of clothes and I no longer made any conscious attempt to cover my boobs or my pussy. It could even be said that I was quite happy to observe the guys in particular looking me all over hungrily. I felt like I was on a training course to be a submissive slut and these three were going to do the training. It felt only right that I was on display and available whenever they required me and I guess I didn't deserve or require modesty as I had willingly put myself in this situation.
Not that the guys were wearing anything either for that matter I should add. Both were surreally sitting on the sofa naked just watching TV. Lee's legs were wide open, scratching his balls the way guys do. Both the guy's cocks were limp and flaccid, having already emptied their balls over and in me. We all collectively knew that it was not going to be for the last time that night.
Kirsty was sitting on the opposite couch, also watching TV but unlike the guys, still mostly clothed. As I came into the room, she motioned for me to join her on the couch.
As I did, obviously not thinking she needed to ask, she reached over possessively and gently fondled my right boob, her fingers rubbing against my still hard nipples as she gazed into my eyes deeply. Even back then, after only just meeting her, she had an astonishing effect on my mind. As I gazed into her eyes I felt pure longing. Not a romantic longing, but the longing, gut-wrenching need to serve her. I wanted her to use and humiliate me in front of these guys and delight in and enjoy the power I had seemingly given her over me. I really have no idea why I wanted it, I just did, and I was to get my wish that night, and a hundred times over after that.
"Well my filthy little slut," she began warmly, her fingers tracing all over my body including my inner thighs and top of my pussy, "You've shown me everything I wanted to see. I can see you like taking orders, and taking anything I tell you to for that matter. I know it's what you want. I've had a chat to the guys a while ago and we have some brief rules for you to follow. I'll tell you what they are and if you agree you are to tell me so. Then I'm going to make you eat my cunt and the guys want your arse." She said this with her own inimitable style of warm 'matter-of-factness'. Written here, her language may come across as harsh and dominatrix like but it never is, she delivers her commands to me warmly and often with an encouraging smile, it's just that she leaves no room for debate and there is none. It helps me obey; she speaks to me not as a piece of useless rubbish but as someone who almost sympathises with my needs, understands I need to be used and does so, almost for my benefit as if it's something she wished she didn't have to do. It helps me feel that although dominant, she will look after me.
As she started this little filthy dialogue, I felt my breath taken from me by the excitement caused by her words. It was so much what I wanted. I waited for these rules feeling certain I would accept them. I wanted to taste her, I wanted the guys to bugger my arse because she said they were going to.
Nervous? Yes, like hell; my stomach was a knot of nervous energy but I was also so completely turned on it almost hurt. Hardly having time to think, Kirsty stood straight up and quickly removed her skirt and rolled her tights down her legs, throwing them at me on the sofa. She removed her blouse and was standing there in just her bra and knickers. I looked admiringly at her lovely lithe, feminine body. Her skin is a beautiful glossy pale colour, her body tight and taut and athletic, her stomach flat and almost muscular but feminine in every way. She has a beautiful feminine elegance that reminded me there and then why I was bisexual and admired the female form so much.
She saw my eyes scanning all over her body and probably observed the lust and longing in my eyes, she smiled subtly, almost shyly, in acknowledgement:
"When you agree to the rules you'll be on your knees in front of me doing it, just where you belong as my personal slut. We're going to give these two a demonstration of your submission to me so that we all know your place and you know mine as the dominant female," she said, flicking a thumb in the direction of the guys who were now watching in rapt attention.
Although I couldn't see them clearly I just knew their cocks would be stirring again ready for me, enjoying this business woman's further debasement at the hands of this gorgeous young woman. I had no intention of stopping this, quite the contrary; I couldn't wait to demonstrate my submission. All this was happening so fast I just went with what I felt I wanted and I knew I wanted this.
She removed her bra, her gorgeous 34c breasts popping out erotically. A whistle and a chuckle from the guys confirmed they liked what they saw too. She ignored them. She wasn't getting naked for their benefit. She pointed to me to kneel, her languid eyes staring widely at me to ensure my compliance. I dropped to my knees, inches away from her crotch. She pulled my head into her while still wearing knickers as I breathed in her scent and already wished she had removed her panties. The subtext was that she would take off her knickers only when I had submitted to her. It wouldn't take long.
"The rules are simple my little slut," she said as she lent down to lift my face towards her eyes so we had direct eye contact, "You will be my personal slut whenever you're in my presence. I'm going to stay here for a few weeks after all so whilst I do whenever you're in this flat you will do whatever I tell you without question. The guys too; you're my slut but they found you so their reward is to have you whenever they want also although when were altogether like we are now, I'm in control. The guys are fine with this, why wouldn't they be!? Don't expect an easy time though, I'm demanding and I will expect total submission from you. If any of us call you and ask you to come here you will do so whenever we require. I know you work full time so I will take this into account most of the time as long as you remain obedient, which I'm sure you will.
If you agree to this we can discuss the finer points later but now, you are to tell me and the guys that you willingly accept this and you'll be my dutiful bitch ready to serve any of us as we wish. If you do not want this then stand up, get dressed and leave and we will forget all about this. If you agree as I feel sure you will, then your submission starts here. Oh, and you will refer to me as Miss at all times."
She stopped talking suddenly and I felt all eyes on me. I really didn't know what exactly I was expected to say; was there a script for submitting to a dominant younger mistress? I knew however that I wanted this badly, fantasised about it and I knew I was about to publically submit to her. I was determined to demonstrate to them all how much I wanted this so I used my usual plan of late and just said whatever came into my mind:
"Thank you Miss for giving me the opportunity to be your slut and your bitch. I graciously accept the offer, I will do anything you tell me without question, make me your bitch. Please allow me to pleasure your pussy and make me do anything you want for you, I want to serve you." I finished, looking up into her eyes hopefully, a blush of crimson heat warming my face in embarrassment at the almost pleading tone I'd just presented to a young girl as I graciously begged her to be her personal slut. As I said the last phrase about being her bitch and pleading for her pussy, she threw her head back and growled as if my words had deeply aroused her.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy you, you cheap, dirty little slut," she grinned widely, a cheeky glint in her eye seemingly demonstrating delight at her total and pathetically easy conquest of me. As she said this she slid her knickers down her legs and sat on the couch, opening her legs wide. This was done all in one graceful, languid movement. She wasn't wasting time confirming her victory.
"Get in between my legs now you little bitch, you're going to eat my cunt. You better be good at this, you're going to be doing it a lot from now on!" as she said it, I was treated to the erotic sight of her long fingernails sliding vertically up and down her inviting slit. I remember thinking how gorgeous her pussy looked. She was well groomed, a shaved pussy with just a small thatch of hair above it, a puffy clit that was just screaming at me to taste it, her fingers pushing the inviting, moist lips of her pink pussy open erotically.
I wasted no time now I knew my accepted place. I prised open her pussy with my hands and felt her whole body jolt sharply as I planted my tongue on her clit firmly. We were both turned on totally and this was no time for sensuality, I was going to eat her cunt until she came over my face. I felt her hands grabbing my hair pulling me into her so hard I could hardly breathe and tried my very best to lick her clit and slide my tongue between her pussy lips. I could taste her arousal, she was so wet already from the night's eroticism that a minute in I had that tinny, magnetic, salty taste of her juices pooling in my mouth and coating my lips.
As I set to work, I dipped two fingers into her hole, she was so wet already. She had been turned on since I had got here and was ready for her come. Just as had happened with the guys and the cock sucking, I soon found myself doing little other than poking my tongue out stiffly while Kirsty grabbed my head and rubbed her pussy and clit all over my face with her pelvic thrusts, lifting her cunt up and down across my nose and lips. Her pace was frantic and my face was soaked quickly as she essentially used my tongue to bring herself off. She pulled my hair painfully and clamped her legs around my head holding me still as she screamed out in joy, a powerful orgasm wracking her body, her juices coating my face whilst I struggled to maintain my breathing. Almost clamped to her face, I felt her pussy throb on my tongue and a liquid burst of her excitement leak into my mouth.