She picked up the note from the table. "Come to Mockingbird Lane" it said. She thought she knew where that was. It was a house in a quiet neighborhood, she remembered. It seemed like she was there for a party once. She had gotten extremely drunk and there was an incident with the host, which resulted in her having to sleep with him.
Her name was Judy and she was an lawyer for a downtown firm. She was incredibly beautiful, with long blonde hair and long legs. Her breasts were just about perfect. They were full and round, with large, sensitive nipples. And she used them for effect and to get just about anything she wanted. Judy knew men stared at her and her tits and she liked it, a lot. She wore low cut sweaters and tops and bras that pushed them up and made them the most desirable objects in the city.
She had been dating Tim for about a year and had really enjoyed being with him. He was kind and had the potential, she thought, to be a great lover. She had to tell him, practically, what to do in bed. She made all the choices, as if it hadn't occured to him to do such things. Anal, bondage, a little rough stuff, it was all Judy's ideas. Once she wanted him to slap her breasts and he wouldn't do it. She straddled him and grabbed his head and screamed at him. "Slap my tits, fucker!" she had screamed. He shook his head and wouldn't do it. She slapped him hard across the face and spit in his face. "Slap my tits, asshole," she practically bit his face off. He raised his hand as she arched her back and pushed those magnificent tits out to meet his hand. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!! She grabbed his cock and pushed it deep inside her as his hand met the flesh of her breasts and she screamed with pain/pleasure at the sensation. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!! He didn't stop. He slapped them again and again, making them redder and watching them bouncing as his hand slapped the sides. She closed her eyes and came hard, shuddering on his cock as he exploded inside her.
She dressed to go out, holding the note and wondering what was in store for her. She picked a black dress -- she looked good in black -- low cut and a slit cut to her thigh. She threw her coat on and went to the curb and hailed a cab. "Mockingbird Lane," she said and she could see the cabbie looking her over. If she had the time, she would flash a little thigh and give the driver a little show, but she was excited about this night. She had a feeling that it would turn out to be memorable.
The driver pulled up and she got out, leaning in through the window so her breasts were showing. She gave the driver his money and turned to walk up the steps leading to the house.
The house was dark, except for the lighting side by side on the sidewalk, and she followed the path to the porch. She looked and she could see that the door was open slightly. She pushed it open and walked in to the pitch black of the room.
She hadn't taken two steps when the door suddenly slammed shut and she was blindfolded from behind. A woman pressed against her and in a husky voice, whispered in her ear, "Don't move a muscle,without anyone telling you what to do. From this point on, you are a slave to this house and all that are in it. Do you understand?" Judy nodded and she could feel someone handing her a glass of champagne, which she drank quickly, feeling her heart beating faster and her pussy getting wet. The woman took Judy's empty glass and pushed her to a straight-backed chair.