Im Debra And I Serve A Femdomme Ch 03

I'm Debra and I serve a FemDomme Chap 3

While I hope this chapter is entertaining on its own. For better understanding and enjoyment, the first chapter lays out the series premise. This chapter follows chapter 2, and many of the threads in this chapter have their basis in the previous two.

The weekend I lost my anal cherry, Mistress mentioned that she was considering having me and my sister living together either with her or in one of our places. That weekend we spent part of a day at my sister's house, which is very nice and much larger than mine. On Monday sister, without consulting with me, sent a note to Mistress that we thought it was a great idea and offered her house since it was much bigger than my condo. Mistress replied that made sense, and make it happen as quickly as possible. I really wanted more time to think about it, but if Mistress wanted it, I had no choice.

Two weeks later my condo was rented out, and sister and I used a rental truck to move what I needed to Sister's house, and what we didn't need to storage. Originally sister thought I would take over all maid functions and she could fire her maid service. We quickly determined that was not feasible with my work schedule. So, I am responsible for the daily cleaning of the kitchen and master bath and the maid service cleans the whole house once a week.

Sister has laid out our daily schedule and responsibilities. During the week I wake her with my tongue in either her cunt or rimming her ass, depending on how she is sleeping. We edge each other, still in bed, we shower together and do each other's enema and spankings, and insert each other's butt plug, mine of course is a couple sizes larger. As I have learned my morning enema is larger than hers and my spanking is also noticeably harder, "because I'm Mistress's pain slut and need it." At first, I cleaned her fingers after she wiped on the toilet, but now she simply stands when finished and I lick her clean. Then I fix breakfast while she dresses. After breakfast an extended make out session before she leaves for work, and I do my morning run.

Back from the run another quick shower, I don my semi-sheer white blouse/work uniform and start making my morning work contacts, mostly via Zoom. As I can work it in during the day I change the sheets, do laundry and clean the bathroom and kitchen. Sister will inspect both when she gets home from work.

The room where my computer is now set up is very nice, it has a window and a view. Other than the location nothing has really changed with my work, except now my piercings are healed Mistress had the gold chain connecting the rings in my nipples is now soldered permanently in place. Apparently, my customers like looking at my tits under the semi-sheer blouse, because, though nothing was said, within a week every one of them had notice it and was paying more attention to my tits. I can't complain, it did result in another noticeable increase in my weekly sales.

Sister always finds something wrong when she gets home and inspects. Even if I can't see anything wrong, she does, and I get punished. She found a smudge on the toilet seat, and I spent the evening with my head between two pillows on the couch, rimming her ass as she watched her evening programs. Her finding something wrong in the kitchen finds me eating scraps from dog bowls at her feet for dinner for a few days.

I got a note from Sally that she was hosting another bridge get-together the following Saturday. Me and other sorority sisters had been doing that occasionally for almost since we graduated. Sally had married money and always hosts in her very nice, very large home. Karen my mistress immediately replied that she was available, which of course meant that I was available. But, my slave sister Linda replied that she would be at an out of town conference and two others who filled in sometimes were also not available. Sally sent out a note that she was going to have to cancel, but Karen asked her if her husband wasn't available. Sally immediately came back and said that she was sure that he was too busy. When Karen came back five minutes later telling everyone that she had talked to him and he would love to play, I knew something was strange.

On that Saturday, Mistress said that she would pick me up and not to get dress until she got here. By the time Mistress arrived I had finished my morning routine: shower, enema, cleaning my cunt with my fingers after peeing and licking them clean, edging, and paddling my ass and then plugging it. I was dressed as required when at home, naked except or my heels, plug, and of course the steel collar that I can't even remove. Mistress texted me that she was on the way. I waited five minutes and knelt, presenting by the door. Not surprisingly Mistress had the key to sister's house and let herself in. Mistress was dressed in a short dress with a flared skirt and knee high boots. I crawled behind her to the closet where she picked out a simple, but very short wrap dress, and then a pair of thigh highs from the drawer, then added my higher stiletto heels and switched out my plug for one noticeably larger. Once I was dressed, Mistress pulled a heavy leather collar from her purse, I knelt as she locked it around my neck and moved my leash to the new collar. I was getting very curious about this bridge game and Sally's husband.

Mistress was unusually quiet on the drive over to Sally's house. As we stopped in the great circle drive in front of the house, I saw Mistress text someone. Mistress led my to the door holding my leash and as soon as we reached to door she commanded, "Down, present."

Though completely surprised by Mistress's commands, one does not question Mistress. I was immediately on my spread knees, back straight, head high, eyes down, arms crossed in the middle of my back, shoulders back, tits pressed forward, and hips rotated to offer my cunt. The door opened and I saw Sally's husband, we had met a couple times at social event. He was nicely dressed in khaki pants and a well fitted polo shirt, elegant yet casual. He and Mistress hugged and surprisingly kissed long and passionately.

At first I didn't see Sally until I followed the leash he was holding casually in the hand not hugging Mistress. I was shocked at Sally's appearance. She was naked, kneeling in the same present position that I was in. The leash went to a heavy pink leather collar around her neck. Instead of her usual stylish hair it was in two high pigtails held with pink bows. There was a large pink gag in her mouth and the clamps on her tits were connected by a short chain that had another chain connected in the middle that ran down to another clamp on her clit. The chains were short enough that when she kept proper position, they were tight enough to obviously pull on both her nipples and her clit.

Sally's husband and Mistress broke their clinch, and he led us into the house, Sally crawling behind her husband on her leash and me crawling behind my Mistress on my leash. As Sally crawled in front of me the large plug in her ass was quite noticeable as were the six fairly new cane strikes and the fading marks of many previous cane, paddle and whip marks. I also noticed the tail of a vibrator sticking out from her cunt and the wetness running down her thighs.

He led us out onto the sun porch and invited us to take a seat. He released Sally from her leash, and she rushed towards the kitchen to pour each of us a glass of wine. Mistress saw my confusion and explained, "Sally was my slave in the sorority house, a not very well kept secret. After we graduated, she kept that role. I was entertaining business guests one weekend and Sally was performing the same role that you recently did. Scott took a fancy to her and borrowed her for several long weekends. He eventually asked me for her and we came to a mutually agreeable arrangement which included my training Scott in the ways of dominance and submission. I still have an open offer should he ever wish to return to being my submissive.

Sally returned with a silver tray and four wine glasses and a crystal decanter, along with a small platter of olives, cheeses, and nuts. We drew for partners, and I drew Mistress. Scott explained the rules of the day. In bridge whoever first bid the trump suit in a partnership that gets the bid play both theirs and their partner's hands. The partner is typically called the dummy and has no role in the play of the hand. I today's rules the either Scott or Mistress would always play the hand, switching seats if necessary, and the slave that was dummy would be under the table serving their partner. Before we started Sally knelt at Scott's feet and removed his pants and shorts, folding them neatly and placing them on the couch.

Sally opened the bidding on the first hand with spades, and the final contract was four spades. Scott took Sally's chair and Sally disappeared under the table. We defeated the contract.

Mistress opened the second hand with hearts and we got the bid at two hearts. Mistress played the hand, and I went down between her thighs, and started serving her with my tongue in her surprisingly wet cunt. I was just getting started when the hand was completed.

Mistress and I won the first rubber. Sally and I switched seats so that Scott was now my partner and Mistress was Sally's. Scott opened diamonds and we got the contract. As Scott started to play the hand, I went under the table to serve his very impressive cock, long enough and quite thick. I needed to show off and after a couple of preliminary thrusts took him straight into my throat. Big John had trained me well. Throughout his play of the hand I fucked my throat with his beautiful cock. I heard Mistress chide him, "Are you intentionally slow playing this hand?" Both laughed, but he obviously was enjoying my attention.

We played all afternoon. Sally came up from serving Mistress with her face obviously covered in Mistress's squirt. Scott denied her request to go "freshen up." I got one load from Scott down my throat, quite delicious. More than once Scott scolded Sally for not sitting up straight and keeping the chains connecting her tits and clit tight.

We took a short break while Scott ordered dinner to be delivered. He did allow Sally to freshen up, cleaning her face and redoing her makeup, I went with her to repair mine at the same time. As we were finishing our repairs, Scott stepped into the bathroom. Sally went to her knees; Scott started a controlled piss down her throat while asking me about how I was enjoying my service to Mistress. I couldn't believe we were carrying on a conversation while he was pissing down my sorority sister's throat. He finished, she kissed the tip of his cock and licked off the last droplets.

We played another rubber after dinner then Mistress asked Scott which one he wanted for the weekend. Without even looking at me he told Mistress, "take Sally she needs an obedience refresher that I'm sure you can provide." The look on Sally's face as Mistress snapped her leash on Sally's collar was priceless. Mistress hugged and swapped tongues with Scott and gave Sally's leash a tug and headed for the door.

Before reaching the door, Mistress turned and told me, "obey Scott as you would me, I'll pick you up tomorrow night when I drop off this slut. If he disciplines you, expect a repeat from me."

As the door shut behind them, Scott turned to me and said, "I send her back a few times a year for an obedience refresher. Mistress always says that what is needed is for me to spend a week with her for my refresher. I always tell her that I'm way too busy. She knows that is a lie, but lets it slide as long as I let her have Sally."

He pulled me into his lap and as he caressed my tits and abused my nipples told me, "Clean this up and the kitchen, load the dishwasher, hand wash the wine goblets, put the food away. I need to check some things in my office. When you finish in the kitchen, the master bedroom is upstairs, the first room on the right. Use the bathroom, then wait for me kneeling on a towel by the bed and edging, until I get there."

He stood me up, smacked my ass, and left for his office, still without his pants and shorts. I did as ordered, not leaving anything for Sally to deal with on her return. When I finished in the kitchen I went upstairs and found the Master suite. I used the toilet, wiped my cunt, and licked my fingers clean. I took a towel folded it and knelt on it by the bed as directed to keep the carpet clean. My cunt was already soaked from the dongle hanging from my hood piercing banging constantly on my clit but flowed even more freely as I edged it for over half an hour waiting for Scott.

I heard Scott come up the stairs and stop in the bathroom. I heard the splash of him peeing in the commode, relieving one of my fears. He came in and laid on the bed, then motioned for me to join him and as I got on the bed he moved me so that I was laying on top of him, face to face. He gently kissed me and then spoke softly, "I know you are your mistress's pain slut. Tonight, I have no interest in that relationship you have with your mistress. Tonight, you are simply a very beautiful girl whom I will use for hopefully mutually beneficial carnal pleasure. Mistress said that you recently lost your anal cherry and though your Mistress used it, I would be the second man to enjoy that delightful tight channel. Is that correct?"

I saw no reason to contradict my Mistress, "Yes Sir, it would be my honor to provide you with that pleasure."

He smiled and continued, "I have already enjoyed your remarkable oral training. Knowing your Mistress's requirements, I believe it is safe to again enjoy those skills after we enjoy your tight ass. Before we leave this bed in the morning, I intend to enjoy all three of your pleasures at least once. But while I am fresh, we are going to enjoy that very tight near virgin ass."

He hugged me tight and kissed me again, a harder more probing kiss, with his tongue exploring my mouth and his lips bruising mine. He moved two pillows into a pile next to us, and with a light push indicated for me to move onto them with my ass high. Once I was laying across the pillows, Scott move behind me and it stung as he pulled the oversized plug that Mistress had inserted several hours earlier. I felt him gently kiss my butt and then push his tongue up my ass, before withdrawing, and I felt wet fingers start lubing my still gaped ass. He worked until there were at least three lubed fingers working my ring, stretching it, preparing it. He worked it so long it was almost a relief when I felt the soft head of his cock pushing against and into my ring. Scott was at least as large in thickness as Mistress's strapon and it did hurt as he slowly pushed through my tight ring. I worked to relax and keep quiet, not wanting him to stop or even slow down. There was a wicked thrill that I was taking the trophy wife's husbands cock up my ass as she was busy somewhere trying to please my Mistress.

The pain eased considerably as the fat crown of his cock pushed through my tight ring and lodged in my ass. I felt his strong hands spreading my butt. I could only hope that he was enjoying the image of his cock wedged into my ass.

He didn't wait too long before starting to work his cock deeper into my tight recently virgin ass. I felt my ass stretch as he pushed slowly deeper, and then relax as he pulled back just a bit. There was still a sting in my sphincter, but the cock working its way slowly up my ass felt incredible. He was working slowly trying to make it enjoyable for both of us. I almost wished he would take my ass a bit quicker though I was also sure that soon that wish would be answered.

I finally felt his pelvis against my butt. Not having much anal experience, I found his next moves interesting. He reversed how he had just reached all the way up my ass. He would pull back a little bit and then bottom out again in my ass, then he would back out a little further, and again take my full ass. He repeated that pattern until I felt the crown of his cock push against my ring from inside my ass, a different feeling. Then with one long strong push his pelvis was again against my butt and his balls slapped against my cunt. Apparently now feeling that I had fully accommodated the thickness of his cock, he started to fuck my ass in long strong strokes, each stroke a little faster and harder than the one before it. As his strokes became faster and harder so did the feeling of his balls hitting my cunt with every stroke. That was at least as stimulating as the feeling of his large cock in my still tight ass.

I didn't realize how turned on having him fuck my ass had made me until I realized that I was raising my hips from the pillows working to fuck back harder against him. In pillow talk later he told me how much that turned him on, and how it got my ass fucked ever faster and harder. Between his cock fucking my and his balls smacking my cunt with every storke, I knew I was on the edge, but before I reached the edge I heard him moan, drive in even faster and harder and I felt his cock pulsing deep in my ass, flooding my ass with warmth. He collapsed on top of me, holding me tight, still buried deep in my ass. He moved my hair and kissed my neck and my shoulders, biting them gently.

Why does having someone's cock buried deep in your ass and their full weight on top of you, as they whisper "good girl" in your ear, make you feel wanted and protected. He held me and rolled us both off the pillows onto our side, his cock never moving from my ass. He reached down and ran his fingers through my wet labia, then curled a finger into my cunt. His fingers in my cunt, his thumb strumming my clit, and of course his cock deep in my ass, pushed me over the edge. I bit my fist to stifle my scream, but my whole body convulsed, only his grip kept me from curling into a fetal position. The ripples running up and down my empty cunt were so strong that Scott felt them in my ass and he moaned in my ear.

Scott still didn't release me. His semi-hard cock was still deep in my ass, and his fingers in my cunt, as his breathing slowed and eventually turned into a soft melodic snore in my ear. At some point during the night, I felt his cock slip from me as he rolled over onto his back. The new position caused his snoring to get louder, which I think is what woke me up. I reached down, and pulled the covers up over us. To get away from his snoring, I ducked under the covers, discovering his still semi hard cock. Doing as I was trained I slipped it into my mouth and licked and sucked it clean of his cum and my ass. It felt so good in my mouth that I laid my head on his hip and went back to sleep gently sucking on his cock as my pacifier.

A strange wake up, I gagged when his growing morning wood reached my throat. I was instantly awake, but it took a moment or two to recognize what had happened. I was instantly in a quandary, he was still asleep. Did I let him sleep or take care of the cock now rigid in my mouth and pushing my throat. I almost laughed at myself when I realized how silly the question was. As I ran my tongue over one of the protruding veins of his cock, I realized that there was no way that cock was escaping until I had thoroughly enjoyed it.

I moved down between his legs to get a better angle, then got serious about worshiping his gorgeous cock, licking it all over, gently sucking, letting it push in and out of my throat. At least for now, I was in control and had the rare opportunity to be in control of the cock I was serving. I traced every vein I could find with my tongue. My tongue ran under the rim of the cock's crown, finding glorious bits of dried cum that I had missed earlier.

About the time that I started to taste the delicious precum, he stirred. His hand found and rested on my head, not controlling, just there to encourage me. I felt the first tightening of his cock with my tongue moments before the first shot of cum coated my tongue. The pressure on my head increased as he tried to push into my throat but I held where I was until he filled my mouth, then I relaxed and let him shoot his last few pulses down my throat.