Authors note: This story is a revised and re-edited version of the original story of the same name. Because of several comments and lots of feedback, actually more feedback than for any of my other stories, I decided to re-write and re-submit this story. Also some small changes to the story line have been made.
*
I guess I should start this story off by telling you my name, Erica Marie Adkins. I am 48 years old and have been married to my wonderful husband Steven for twenty five years now. We have two children, an older son and a younger daughter. Both are grown now and away at college. My husband and I both grew up in financially well off families. Though I am no stranger to wealth and privilege I know what hard work is as well. Even though my parents are well enough off to send me to any university there is I still chose to attended one of the toughest business schools in the country. But even then I didn't just skate right through it I worked very hard to prove myself and graduated at the top of my class.
I always considered myself as woman who could accomplish anything. Graduate at the top of the class in both high school and college. I married at age twenty three. Achieved my MBA and had two kids by age 30.
When my children were growing up I tried to do it all and succeeded at it. I had a career and was super mom at the same time. I attended every school play, watched every soccer and baseball game. I went to PTA meetings. I was even President of the PTA for a while.
At forty-eight years old my breasts are still full and firm with large circular nipples. I have a very fit and athletic body with a flat belly and legs that are long and shapely from spending hours at the gym. My hips are skinny with just enough curves so that they taper up into a narrow waist. I keep my dark raven hair cut short and leave my ears exposed.
Currently I am the Executive Vice President for large corporation having made my way successfully up the corporate ladder. My husband is a partner in a computer software development company. Both of my children attend prestigious universities. My son is an honor student and my daughter is both an honor student and track star athlete as well. My life would appear to be more than idyllic to anyone who might meet me.
It has now been just a little over a year ago since my quiet normal suburban life took a change in a dramatic way. There was neither blackmail nor even any coercion forcing me into this situation in any way, maybe a little powerful suggestion and some subtle persuasion, but nothing more. I could easily have said no at any time, but I didn't.
For the last 30 minutes I have been waiting for my owner to arrive. That's right my owner. For I am an owned sex slave to a 26 year old woman named Miss Rachael. Currently I am kneeling naked on the floor in a house she made me buy for our private meetings. The house is on a deserted old farm at the end of long dirt road thirty miles outside of town. The nearest other houses are miles away. This makes for a very private setting.
Prior to my owner acquiring me, as her personal pet as she refers to it, the thought of even being with another woman in any sexual way would have been the furthest thing from my mind. But after I took that first taste of her pussy with my tongue I knew that I belonged to her and would do anything she asked of me. I still remember vividly in great detail the first time how she ordered me to crawl naked across the floor begging to taste her pussy.
Soon after acquiring me my owner decided that I needed to be properly trained as a slave. To do this she and a friend of hers named Miss Veronica took me to a remote mountain cabin for my training. I was there for week. My children thought I was away on a business trip. Only my husband knew where I really was.
During my training Miss Rachael sent him daily updates on the progress I was making. These included photos and videos of my training sessions. One of the first videos she sent him was of me begging to lick Miss Rachael pussy. Another was of me receiving a cunt whipping. I was filmed holding my legs wide apart as her friend Miss Veronica delivered several hard strikes with a riding crop directly on my most tender of spots. After each strike of the crop I screamed, "Thank you Miss Veronica, May I please have another one." Several videos she sent depicted me licking Miss Rachael's pussy as Miss Veronica first spanked my ass with a leather paddle then of each of them each taking turns fucking my pussy or bruised ass with a strap on.
Most of my first few days spent at the cabin I was kept naked with a ten foot chain locked around my neck with other end of the chain bolt to the floor. Each time either my owner or her friend entered the room I was to beg to taste their pussy. If either felt that I was not sincere enough in my begging my ass was whipped with a riding crop. At the end of each day if I had not shown improvement in my pussy licking abilities I was subjected to cunt whipping. The first time I willing spread my legs, but after the first strike I closed my legs tightly together to prevent another painful strike with the crop. Before I could even realize it the two powerful women pulled my legs apart and secured them to rings bolted into the floor. Once I was again exposing my most tender of spots to the crop my punishment resumed.
It was after my legs were secure when Miss Rachael spoke, "For not willingly keeping your legs apart your cunt whipping will now be twice as severe."
Every time after that time I willingly held my legs apart to receive my cunt whipping.
For the entire week I waited on them both hand and foot. I drew them each a hot bath daily and sponge bathed them in the large tub every day then toweled them dry afterwards. I prepared all of their meals and served them while they sat at the table. I was given a feather duster and white frilly maid's apron and told to clean the cabin once a day. While I did this they called me whore, slut, cunt, pet, fucktoy, slave, skank, bitch and every other derogatory name you can think of.
My meals were given to me in stainless steel bowl from which I ate on the floor from. For a bed all I was given was an old blanket and thin worn out old mattress to sleep on the floor. I became their whore for them to use as they pleased. They repeatedly fucked my cunt and ass with strap-ons often at the same time then made me lick their fake plastic cocks clean with my tongue. Once the fake cocks were clean I was then told to take it as deep into my throat as I could. Soon I could take my owners ten inch dildo all the way down to the base deep into the back of my throat. Next I was made to suck and lick on her phallus like it was a real cock. The whole time Miss Rachael telling me how very much her many male friends are going to enjoy using my mouth.
The worst part of my training was my morning shower. Each morning after waking my owner and her friend I was led into the bath room to kneel in the shower then one and sometimes both would drench my body with a golden stream of hot liquid emerging from their loins. When they finished I would then lick their slits clean. Then afterwards I was allowed to clean myself using only cold water. If I needed to relieve myself I was led out onto the front porch to a white bucket which I had to squat over. After each use I was required to clean it to make it ready for the next time.
Just before sunset every day was when I received my daily whipping. Miss Rachael called it my reinforcement training. I was led outside to a large tree with a rope hanging over a strong branch. My wrist were secured to the rope then hoisted above me until I was suspended just barely able to stand on the tips of my toes. Then Miss Veronica would strike my body using what I learned was called a single tail. This was my first time experiencing such a painful device.
The first time I suffered under Miss Veronica's whip the strikes fell across the top of my back and shoulders. Each strike of the whip the intensity grew through my body until felt as if it was being attacked by hot needles just long even to sear the skin. After each strike of the whip I screamed, "I belong to Miss Rachael. I am hers to use and do with as she chooses. I accept this whipping as proof of my submission to her."
At the end of each day a different section of my body endured the whip. The first day it was my back and shoulders. The next day my ass received the whip. Then my tits suffered the fate on the third day. The worst strikes came on the fourth day. These ones came to my lower back just above the top of my ass. Miss Veronica's skill with the whip was impressive. Each strike of her whip landed on my body exactly where she intended it to and left a harsh red welt that lasted for several days.
