"I have a challenge for you, Diana," Mike said one night after a particularly great session of lovemaking.
"What is that? You want me to get you hard again?" I answered slyly.
He laughed.
"No, no...there is this guy at work who was telling me about his wife. I guess she's kind of a slut, but she wants to take it to another level."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, intrigued.
"Yeah, he says she loves to fuck him all the time, but she wants to be treated like a slut by other people. Just for a couple of days."
"Hmmm...interesting. I suppose you told him about me?"
"Yep," he said, grinning.
"And?"
"He agreed that it would be good if it made her stop driving him crazy."
I laughed.
"Well, does he want to participate?"
"He said only at the end. What we do with her before that is totally up to us."
I was definitely intrigued and up for that challenge.
"What is her name?" I asked.
"Ellen."
"And does she know about this?"
"He was going to speak to her if we agreed. I guess we're agreeing?"
"Oh sure. Have you met this Ellen?"
"Yeah, just once. She's a real knockout. I know we would both enjoy her."
"Hmmm...I bet," looking down at his cock, which was beginning to get a life of its own.
"Well tell Ellen's husband we would love to accommodate his wife," I said leaning down to get a closer look at Mike's cock.
"Oh, I will- Diana!"
My mouth had engulfed him and for a little while he forgot about this 'Ellen'.
A week later, I was preparing for Ellen's visit with us. I was dying to see this woman and 'take her to the next level', so to speak. Mike seemed very eager as well and I knew he couldn't wait to fuck her. Well, he'd get his chance, but as always, I had first crack at her. And what a day I had planned!
Ellen arrived promptly that morning. I opened the door to find a gorgeous woman about 35 years old. She was about average height, but very trim and fit. Her large D-cups strained against her sweater and her hips were very shapely. I smiled at her pretty face framed by long, red hair. Mike knew I liked redheads and I wasn't disappointed.
"Ellen...so nice to meet you, I'm Diana. Please come in."
She smiled at me a bit nervously and stepped inside. I think she was a little disappointed at how ordinary my house was. It was if she was expecting a full torture chamber.
I noticed the bag she was carrying.
"Did you bring everything?"
"Yes. I hope you like the clothes."
"Well, if not we can always get you new ones. Come into the kitchen, I have coffee on."
She followed me into the kitchen and sat down. I smiled in approval of her shapely legs as she crossed them. Her skirt rode up just a little bit showing me her nice, tanned thighs.
I poured the coffee and sat down across from her and began to explain the rules.
"Ok, Ellen. There are some things I need to know about you. Then I will tell you what the rules are."
She nodded.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
She cleared her throat before starting.
"Well, I have always, uh, wanted to be dominated by someone. You know, made to serve."
"Yes..."
"So I guess your boyfriend and my husband talked and he told me about you-"
"Yes, yes, I know. But what do you hope to accomplish by being with Mike and I?"
"I-I want to act out my fantasies...I want to be the true slut I know I am!"
I looked at her. She was definitely serious.
"Ellen, I know you are a slut. While you are here, you are to do whatever Mike and I tell you. You will perform for us plus whomever else we decide should use you. You are to call me Mistress from now on. Understand?"
"Yes."
I raised my eyebrow and she hastily added "Mistress."
"Good. Now you are here on your own free will. You may leave at any time if you feel uncomfortable. Although you may experience some pain, we are not here to hurt you. You are here for our pleasure as much as your own, but our pleasure comes before yours. You with me so far?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"While you are in our house, you must be naked at all times. If and when we go out, you will of course be allowed to wear clothes, but only what I want you to wear. You must obey us at all times. If you do, things will go well for you. If you don't you will be disciplined. However, I may discipline you regardless. Any questions?"
"Just one - will my husband be participating?"
"Yes, at some point he will - when and where is up to Mike and I." I took one last sip of my coffee and leaned back. "Is your pussy shaved?"
"Yes, Mistress," she said lowering her eyes.
"Good. Let me see it."
She looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Go ahead. Raise your skirt and take your panties off. Might as well start now."
She hesitated slightly before pulling her skirt up to expose smooth thighs. She had on tiny lace panties and I licked my lips anticipating seeing her bare mound underneath.
"Just pull them aside for now."
She pushed the material aside and I could see that she was very bare. I smiled in satisfaction.
"Very nice. You can lower your skirt now."
I stood up and put the coffee cups in the sink and stood before her.
"Have you ever had sex with a woman, slut?"
"No...no...I haven't, Mistress."
"But you want to, right?"
"Yes, Mistress...I do."
"You will come to enjoy the taste of another woman's pussy. I guarantee it. Now let's go downstairs and get started."
My basement was a perfect place to play with my sluts. It was quiet and no one could hear anything from within. It was small and cozy with a pull out couch and plenty of hooks and places to restrain. It didn't look evil, though. It was merely a place to play.
When we got downstairs, I made Ellen strip and stand before me naked. I admired her lush body with her narrow waist and full breasts.
"Spread your legs, slut."
She obediently spread her legs and I walked around her admiring her firm ass. I got a small ass vibe and lubed it up and teased her tight puckered hole. She jumped and tried to move away. I grabbed her around the waist and rammed it in and turned it on low.
"Go sit in that chair," I said, pointing to a hard wooden chair.
She gingerly moved over to it and sat down. I heard her moan slightly as the ass vibe was pushed further inside her.
All my toys were laid out near her and I proceeded to restrain her. First her arms were pulled back and cuffed at the wrists then lashed to the chair. This caused her big breasts to stick out nicely. I already noticed the nipples were becoming erect. Next, I looped a rope tightly around the tops of her breasts, pushing them down and out. Another rope went snuggly around her waist as I pulled it tightly so her back was against the chair. I spread her legs wide and tied her calves to the legs of the chair, making sure I wound the rope down the entire length to her ankles. Her pussy was open to me now. Lastly, I gagged her with a cloth, tied tightly behind her head.
I stood back and lubed up another vibrator, but wondered if I actually needed to. I placed it at the entrance to her pussy and began to thrust it inside. She moaned against her gag as I turned it on low and inserted it deep in her snatch.
"Alright, slut. I am going upstairs to shower and change. You will not be able to cum with the vibes set as low as they are. However, if that vibrator shoved in your cunt is not there when I return, I will punish you. Understand?"
She nodded and I left her.
While I showered, I started to think about the day I had planned for her and smiled...
My slut was waiting for me downstairs with fear in her eyes. The vibrator had left her pussy.
I took off her gag.
"Did you cum?" I asked.
"No...Mistress...it just slipped out."
"Didn't I tell you to keep in there?"
"Yes, Mistress, but it slid out...I-"
Her words were cut off by a slap to the face.
"No excuses!" I picked up the vibrator and saw that it was very wet. Although I knew that would happen, I didn't tell her that.
"I am going to have to discipline you now, slut. First suck this."
I shoved the vibrator into her mouth and made her lick the cum from it. Then I untied her from the chair, leaving the cuffs on and pushed her face down on the bed.
"Raise your ass to me."
She pushed her knees up under her and raised her ass up. I took my paddle and landed it on her ass with a loud SMACK.
"Owww," she cried out.
I brought the paddle down on the other cheek hard. She cried louder and I saw that some redness was beginning to appear. I gave her several more swats until I was satisfied she was disciplined enough without being sore for the rest of the day. We had things to do.
I uncuffed her hands and pulled her up to her feet.
"I want to you to dress - we are going out."
"Yes, Mistress."
I went through her bag and found exactly the clothes I wanted her to wear. I sat down and watched her nervously get dressed.
First she slid on long, black stockings that attached to a garter belt. She was not allowed panties. Over that was a tight, leather mini that barely covered her ass. I watched her smooth it over her ass, trying to pull it down a bit. Next, she put on tight, white sweater. No bra was allowed and her tits strained against the material and her nipples were visible. She looked like a perfect little slut. I let her were modest heels as we probably would be doing some walking.
I told her to go into the bathroom and put on some more makeup. Dark red lipstick and plenty of eyeshadow. When she came out, she looked great.