After Terry left, Lori quickly closed the door and dressed. She felt guilt and shame for her actions, but could not deny the orgasm she had while nude, in the back seat of a car, with her tongue firmly up another women's asshole, surpassed any she had with her husband. It approached the ones she had with Frank in Seattle.
While almost home she suddenly realized she was dressed like a teenage slut! She couldn't let her son see her this way. Lori called home and told Johnny she was running late and would he mind running to the store and pick up dinner. Being like most teenagers he jumped at the chance for a pizza and told her he would go on the errand for her.
This allowed Lori time to run up to her room and change. She hid the three bags of clothes in the back of her closet. Normally when having pizza she would throw on a pair of sweats and an old football jersey. Tonight she picked out a skirt and sweater. She felt nasty walking in her own home without panties.
That night when her husband came home he asked how her lunch was with Terry.
"I was surprised that she knew of your submissive side. She told me about how easily you slipped under her control. She actually laughed at how weak you and John are. I am curious did you say anything about Seattle or my adventures?"
He wasn't sure if his wife was setting him up or if Terry didn't really mention what she knew, "No...no, I just told her about me and, and how you weren't comfortable dominating me."
The liar!
"Good, Lets keep it that way. She wants me to become her friend and I think I am beginning to like her. She said she would call us when she was ready."
"Did, did she say what she wanted of me?" muttered the lying husband.
"Only that she had one subbie at home to fuck. She said she would use you for her pleasure but not screw you." Lori walked away, ending the conversation at that point. She had lied to her husband years ago and he was doing it to her now.
Two weeks went by and Lori found herself anticipating a call. She never wore panties and every time the phone rang she would get wet between her legs, hoping it was Terry. Finally one evening the phone rang and her husband answered.
"Hello, yes Terry, how are you. No Johnny is out for the evening. Understand. Yes Ma'am. I am sorry, Yes Ma'am I am an ignorant man for not addressing you correctly," he paused for a few minutes, listening intently and muttering a few 'Yes Ma'ams every so often. He hung up the phone and turned to Lori.
"That was Ter...Mistress Terry. I am not to have sex with you unless Mistress Terry allows it. I must ask her permission. She said it may be awhile before she has time to start my training. She asked if you had the time, would you like to go riding with her on Saturday? She said John was to set up a golf time for us and then after we would all have dinner at their house. Lori is it OK with you?" he pleaded.
What choice do I have, she thought? "Yes, I would like that. Call your Mistress and thank her for the invitation."
On Saturday her husband was picked up early for his tee time by John. Lori went to the closet and put on the high heeled sandals and one of the outfits they had bought. It was a black thigh high skirt and a tight white T-shirt. Lori rushed to the car in the garage knowing her son would sleep in late on a Saturday. She could feel the guilt and the excitement build as she drove to Terry's house.
When she arrived, she parked in the driveway. The house was located in an exclusive part of Woodside. The garage, living area was all at street level and the bedrooms and den were on lower levels. There was a separate barn behind the house. The back of the acre plus home sat at least thirty feet below street level. So even though the home was on an acre with other homes around, it was fairly private. Lori knocked on the front door.
When the door opened Terry was standing in full English riding gear. Red jacket, black boots and riding pants. A small black riding hat and in her right hand she held a black leather crop.
"Why, good morning slut," she smiled, "I see you wore one of the outfits we picked."
"Yes, Ma'am, I hope it please you," Lori whispered.
"And you followed my directions in regards to panties?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Show me." Terry ordered.
Lori looked around and reached down to grasp her skirt. She pulled it up until she was certain Terry could see she had followed instructions. She let go of the hem and was startled by Terry's voice.
"You cunt, who said to put your skirt down? Don't you remember you are to do just as you are told. You are too stupid to think for yourself!" she hollered.
"I am sorry, Ma'am," Lori stammered as she pulled the black skirt back above her waist.
"Take off everything, now. I guess it is time I introduce you to my friend the crop," Terry slapped the leather against her boot and watched as Lori fought to hold back her tears and objections to stripping on the front porch.
Lori removed the top and the skirt and bent to remove the shoes when she felt the crop push up against her chin, slowly standing her up.
"Never the shoes, slut, unless I specifically ask for them."
She told Lori to assume the position and watched as the women spread her legs and clasped her arms behind her back. Terry took the riding crop and gently flicked at the ring on her nipple. She dropped it down between Lori's legs and caressed the inside of her thighs.
"Ten swats should do. You will bend over and grab your ankles. You will thank me after each swat. If you forget to thank me, or if you try and move or if you let go of your ankles I will add another ten. You need to learn discipline. My horse and my dogs are all well trained because they learned discipline."
As Lori held her ankles she could hear her heart beating. She didn't know how hard Terry would hit her but she hoped it would be hard. Her pussy was dripping in anticipation. The crop cut through the air and landed with a resounding sound on her ass. Lori felt the pain curse through her body and let out a cry, but she held her ankles and thanked Terry.
The next few were equally as hard and Lori started to sob uncontrollably from the pain. Terry was surprised that she didn't try to move or block the crop. She was turned on by the red welts developing on Lori's ass but lessened the remaining six blows intensity, not wanting to take her over the edge.
Lori thanked her after the tenth blow and caught herself before standing. With her ass burning from the beating she felt embarrassed in such an open position. Terry walked behind her and rubbed each cheek of her ass roughly. The pressure of her hand intensified the pain. Terry slid her fingers down between the women's thighs and thrust her fingers into the sloppy, wet cunt.
"My, how you never cease to amaze me. After I strip you naked on my porch and beat your ass red I find your cunt is wetter than at the mall," taunted Terry. "There is one more thing I need you to do for me before we go inside, slut."
"Yes Ma'am?"
Terry pulled her fingers out and bent over so her body was pressed against Lori's back and her face was pressed right above the red ass. She reached with her left hand between Lori's legs and stuffed her fingers back into the sopping cunt. With her right hand she began to snap the end of the crop against the inside of her thighs. Hard enough to leave red marks and make a slapping sound.
"I want you to cum on my fingers while I slap your thighs. Cum for me slut!"
Lori felt her body begin to convulse as the orgasm racked her body. The pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure. After she came Terry stood and wiped her wet hand on Lori's ass before allowing her to stand. Terry knew that soon Lori would only associate her pleasure with pain and humiliation.
The men arrived later in the evening and as soon as they entered the doorway Terry exclaimed, "My what a stench, eighteen holes of golf has made you boys stinky." She was dressed in a black cocktail dress.
Her husband, John was a bit taken back because she was dressed and speaking like she did when she was in control. She had never done it in front of someone else and he wasn't sure if he was reading too much into it until she spoke again.
"I do not want my house smelling like a locker room, both of you strip off your clothes right here in the entry way," she laughed at their expressions and added, "John, your friend here is a subbie like you and I thought I would bring him into our little games. You both will follow my instructions or be punished. Do I make my self clear?"
