Wrecing the Homewrecer

Guests arrive

Having spent all morning long either at her owner's feet or in between the woman's legs Jessy's 42 she had woken up with on her back was down to a 23, yet her arousal was soaring higher than ever. Her owner's many orgasms had come at the cost of many shameful edges for her. It was a necessary evil to earn her way to the relief which she needed more than ever. The need wasn't only physical, but also for her sanity as much to her shame she found herself leaning into what Bernice wanted her to be way too much. She was really becoming Cunny, the cunt hungry puppy girl.

Something which she had become painfully aware of when Bernice had taking her along to the bathroom after they had both had their lunch served by slut. Right after peeing Bernice had asked her if she wanted to eat her piss soaked pussy and knowing better than to miss out on, let alone lose points, she had of course answered with an enthusiastic embarrassing tail wagging yet. It remained utterly gross to taste the woman's piss, yet she had been thrilled when Bernice had given her three point instead of two for that orgasm, rewarding her for her great service. That initial excitement over one more point quickly made room for terrible shame as she realised she had just been happy to have licked a piss soaked pussy. This arousal was surely doing a number on her and she couldn't help but worry about it greatly yet that was all she was able to do about it, unable to get herself off.

She was taken out for a bathroom break rather quickly after that only to spend some time after that in her sitting position with one of Bernice's legs resting on either shoulder and a perfect view of the woman's pussy which much to her shame she couldn't help but eye hungrily. Although it turned her owner on greatly it never came to a point where Bernice allowed her to dig in again though as this quiet moment in the early afternoon came to a mortifying end when the loud sound of the doorbell once again rang through the house. Jessy had no clue who the one from this morning really was as she hadn't seen anyone in the house at all, but right now she wasn't hidden away from whoever was at the door which she had very mixed feelings about given her current state.

Whatever hope she had that whoever it was might end up saving her got crushed when Bernice smugly announced. "Ah it looks like my guests have arrived. Cunny heel! You better be on your best behaviour cause trust me, if you embarrass me in front of my friends the consequences will be very dire." With that she simply got up from the couch, grabbed Jessy's leash and walked straight over to the door while a horrified panicked Jessy reluctantly followed behind, badly wanting to dig in her tied up limbs, but fearing the consequences, she didn't manage to work up the courage to do so. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by more people, and while the chance of being saved might be worth the shame, Bernice's excitement and confidence of showing her to these people however dashed any hopes that they might be the kind of people that would help her. She really didn't want to make the same mistake as she had when she had been introduced to slut, especially not after Bernice's warning, so instead of hope, Jessy felt her heart sink further with every step towards the door.

By the time they reached the door Jessy couldn't stop herself from whimpering softly as she tried her very hardest to hide behind Bernice's legs. If anything it made her feel even more pathetic than she already did, but no matter what she did, there was no escaping this plight. She also couldn't bring herself to act any other way as Bernice casually opened the door, not at all worried or embarrassed like her pet was. Jessy's panic only deepened as she felt the breeze from outside, from her own neighbourhood at that. Her mom was only a few houses down from this one yet so far away she thought as there was no running out with Bernice holding her leash, not that she could run fast enough like this to make it anywhere anyways. Bernice's front door was also shielded from the street by hedges and a gate. It helped a little with her shame, but at the same time it also prevented anyone who might actually help her from seeing her. The fact that the doorway was filled by not one set of legs, but three was just the icing on the cake of her shame as she couldn't bring herself to look up.

"Elisabeth, Frank, Nyx, it's so good to see you three for my toy warming! So much has changed since we last got together. My apologies for my pet here, she's still a bit people shy. You're my first visitors since I got her, I still have to socialise her. Then again it shouldn't be a surprise that she's a little shy, the bitch loves hiding under skirts and chasing pussy, which is why I named her after her favourite treat. CUNNY SIT!" Bernice instructed sternly, her tone of voice clearly indicating that she wasn't in a patient mood right now. It was mortifying and incredibly hard on Jessy who's shame had doubled hearing her owner's explanation of her while these people chuckled. All she wanted was to crawl in a hole and hide. Taking her sitting position was the complete opposite of that. Yet driven by fear of punishment and sheer need for an orgasm Jessy took that exact position, moving to her ass, with her legs wide open, her arms wide, chest stuck forward, and her head held up with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out. A position that would pass Bernice's embarrassing test while she was forced to look up at the guests with a soaking wet and bright red face.

The woman she suspected of being Elisabeth was a tall woman in her mid forties with a nice hourglass shaped figure and well maintained blonde hair, the way she dressed radiated class and so did her makeup. Frank stood even taller than his wife did, a rather fit looking man with dark brown hair, specked with streaks of grey just like in his well maintained beard. Much like her he radiated class to Jessy. The girl she supposed was Nyx looked more like a punk to her though, she dressed edgy and too revealing, not that Jessy could accuse anyone of that right now, but still. He hair was shaved until an inch above her left ear, while all that remained was combed to the other side where it hung down to her mid back and coloured in a whole mix of colours. She looked like she was in her late twenties, older than Jessy, but still quite a bit younger than who she thought were her owners going off of the collar around her neck. Although right now they didn't seem as hierarchical towards one another. Like Nyx belonged to the Dommes at the moment.

"It has been way too long Bernice, you know what they say, misery loves company, but for you the opposite seems true. You had only just told us about finding your forever toy and now you have what, three forever toys? A steady play toy and a Domme protegee? You've certainly been busy. And don't you worry about your bitch being shy, you now I love shy toys. It's always fun to see Nyx break in a new toy for her Mistress. Besides, I have a skirt which I would be more than happy to let her hide under, that tongue simply looks delicious, and she looks like she has been busy already." Elisabeth cooed as she grabbed Jessy's tongue between her thumb and index finger, pulling it out a little and lifting it up to look at the ball piercing from all sides, respecting no boundaries whatsoever, not that Bernice seemed to expect her guests to hold themselves to such notions. Jessy for her part could only whimper softly as she wondered who the third permanent toy was, she had only seen slut and heard of the par time toy.

"Hmmm, considering how wet this ones face is, and how she actually obeyed her owner's command I would say this one is pretty broken in already. Too bad, I would love to have seen her run. Hell not even seen. With these cute things I bet I could have chased her down blindfolded." The rainbow haired girl spoke excitedly as she leaned down in front of Jessy only to slowly lick her cheek while she flicked the girl's nipple piercings making the bells ring to make her point. Jessy in the meantime was more scared of this girl than anyone at the moment. She might be submissive to Elisabeth and Frank, but she sure wasn't submissive towards her.

Frank on the other hand, the only man here didn't pay her any attention except for asking about the number on her back. Jessy for her part was glad not to be groped by yet another person, but still out of all the people here Frank was the most attractive to her. She wasn't into way older guys, but she was even less into women. She would have rather been groped by him than have Nyx continuing to grope her, seemingly delighting in making her clit bell ring and making her moan in the process. Meanwhile Bernice explained her embarrassing predicament and the point system in detail to her guests who all had a good chuckle at her expense. She didn't even bother to tell Nyx to back off from her pussy all she did was warn her not to let her cum.

Eventually the attention turned from her to slut leaving her sitting there awkwardly on her own while all three of Bernice's guests took a grope at her, inspecting her body in all revealing kinky maid's outfit. Slut was taking it a lot better than she was Jessy thought, but what she didn't know was how Slut couldn't stand to disobey, or how her moaning was caused by the simple fact that embarrassment was a huge inexplicable turn on for her one that could only be relieved by one thing, and as Bernice explained it to her guests even they were a bit shocked, yet more than eager to see it. "Can my Nyx try to get her off a little later Bernice? I mean I do believe you, but I would love to put it to the test and my Nyx is an expert when it comes to pleasure." Elisabeth smirked.

"Oh she can definitely try. In fact lets make it a bet. If Nyx can get slut off on her own, you can take Cunny here home until Saturday noon and use her however you wish with the exception of giving her an orgasm. If she can't, then Nyx will have to get slut off while I help slut out in that special way she so craves and Nyx will have to show me what an expert it is when it comes to my pleasure." Bernice spoke with a big confident grin as Elisabeth and Nyx already eyed an extremely nervous Jessy with hungry eyes, as if they were making plans about all the things they could do with her.

"You have yourself a bet Bernice, and not that I'm complaining or anything, I do have a fun event coming up and you know how much I love to be the centre of attention. Tugging along such a pretty bitch on a leash would definitely garner a lot of attention. Besides making her dish out party favours may certainly lead to a lot of leeway. Don't you feel it's a bit of an unfair deal though. I mean Nyx would be happy to show you her skills if you just ask and I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping slut out either." Elisabeth spoke with a grin as Jessy had only become even more nervous about what was happening around her.

"I know, I'm more about winning this bet than I am about the pay off, besides it wouldn't be fair of me to demand something hefty in return for a bet of which I'm sure I'm going to win." Bernice laughed in part her intentions were a fun challenge and entertainment for her guests, but she also just wanted to show of to her pet how she completely owned her to the point where she could lend her out on a whim if she so pleased. Jessy for one got the message loud and clear as she couldn't help but whimper softly in response. While she had tried to get Slut off herself and failed no matter how she tried, she had no doubts that this Nyx was way more experienced at pleasing a woman than she was. It scared her, especially given the event Elisabeth seemingly wanted to take her to or the fact that she had permission to do anything except for the only thing that actually brought her some pleasure and much needed relief. Being Bernice's pet was anything but fun, but just being given away for such a long time was even scarier. She couldn't believe Bernice actually proposed that, hell you wouldn't even do that to a real pet, more like to an object. Then again, even if Bernice won her bet she still lost. Every orgasm Nyx would give her was an orgasm she couldn't give her owner and a delay in her much needed relief.

While Jessy was suffering horrid embarrassment while Bernice welcomed the guests and made introductions to her new toys. Rose was nervous in her own right. She had spent pretty much all morning licking either Sally's pussy, ass, or getting her face used as a twisted pillow of some sort. Her jaw and tongue were aching something fierce yet that bell sound was by far the most terrifying thing to her. Especially when Sally had smirkingly said. "You can pull out now slut, it looks like the guests to our afternoon tea party have arrived and you are going to help serve them. Now let's just get you really shall we? I have a few more pieces to add to your outfit."

Rose was terrified of being seen by anyone dressed and acting like she currently was. It was especially terrifying because tea parties were something Bernice organised for the neighbourhood's wife's from time to time. Would she be exposed to all her neighbours? God what would her husband do if he found out? She was terrified of that prospect, but at least she hoped he would be less vengeful than he would be if Sally told her made up story. In this scenario she wouldn't have taken advantage of his daughter. Part of her worries were eased when instead of pulling out a maids dress or something to make her more presentable Sally pulled out a latex hood of some sort. As scary as this new piece of fetish wear looked to her, she was very happy for it. Not only would this conceal her identity, it also left her feeling a little more secure that it wouldn't be the neighbourhood ladies who were over for tea. They would be disturbed by the sight of her like this and aside from some taking notices of several suspicious ins and outs out of Bernice's home to start the rumours which she by now knew to be true, Bernice had never shown them anything too much out of the ordinary. Still knowing Bernice and Sally she could never know for sure, she thought them fully capable of doing this just to torment her so her nerves remained reigning strong.

"I know you're probably sad that you won't be seeing anything of the party we're throwing with this thing on, but don't worry, I got you covered so you'll still get to have some fun." Sally grinned as she pulled out a pair of her old worn panties, ripe with her scent, panties she quickly pulled over her mortified stepmother's face while the woman groaned. Seeing Rose's face disappear behind the heavily stained crotch of one of her panties was such a thrill to see, especially with Rose by now so meekly allowing her to do exactly this. In no time her stepmother's face was already partially hidden and her pigtails getting hooked into the leg holes ensured the panties would stay exactly like they were now.

With the panties secured over her stepmother's head, the latex hood quickly followed. In line with the rest of her outfit it was black and awfully tight, taking quite a bit of effort to pull over Rose's head. It was a strange and even claustrophobic situation for her as this hood was lacking eyeholes or ear holes for that matter. She could still hear, but it was eerily dampened. With how tight it was she couldn't just pull it off either it would probably be as big a pain as putting it on had been meaning Sally would be able to have plenty of time to smack her hands away if she tried. It was clear to her that this had been planned for a while now, at least the hood was, as aside from a hole where her mouth was, and two holes for her nostrils, this hood also had two holes on top to feed her pigtails through, something which had embarrassingly become her signature style. The hood wasn't the only addition Sally had for her outfit though, unable to see, she was completely surprised when Sally forced a large ball gag in her mouth, forcing part of the fabric of her panties inside with it. Aside from stretching her jaw somewhat uncomfortably the gag also cut off her ability to breath through her mouth, forcing her to draw every breath though Sally's well worn panties for the foreseeable future.

Apparently the ball gag wasn't the only extra addition to her outfit as done with her head Sally suddenly grabbed onto one of Rose's wrists and pulled it behind her back. It slightly startled Rose who hadn't seen it coming at all. Hell with how everything was sounding muffled she had a hard time telling where Sally was in the first place. Before too long Rose's second hand also got pulled behind her back and both got forced into some kind of single leather sleeve that reached the middle of her upper arms. As Sally fumbled with the outside of the sleeve, it became tighter and tighter, squeezing her arms harder together to the point where her shoulders were uncomfortably pulled back. She was being made increasingly helpless and by this point there was nothing left Rose could do about it much to her nerves.

A muffled yelp of surprise escaped her lips when something cold, round and very slippery suddenly pressed right up against her sphincter. She knew what was coming, and she didn't like it one bit, but all she could do was let out a muffled whimper while the pressure on her ass was rapidly driven up. It didn't take long for the lubricated smooth surface to finally manage to slip past her sphincter causing her to groan loudly as the large ball now inside of her made her feel uncomfortably full. Apparently it wasn't just a plug either as somehow the sleeve her arms were stuck in got hooked to it forcing her not to bend over in the slightest or risk making the thing Sally had stuffed up her ass so much more uncomfortable.

The last item to be added to her outfit was the hardest one to decipher for Rose. It fastened just above her corset with her breasts resting on top of what felt like a cold surface while a slight pressure tried to pull the front of her collar down. She was clueless as to what it was, but stepping back Sally just loved the way her stepmother looked. Her face was just a black latex relief with a bright red ball gag dragging quite a bit of attention. The two pigtails on top acted like perfect handles to move her head however one wished. Meanwhile the monoglove locked to an anal hook really made her stepmother stand tall with her breasts thrust forward invitingly. They rested on a metal tray supported by the ring at the centre front of her collar thanks to a metal chain. Her stepmother was completely helpless, forced to rely on others to guide her movements. Yet at the same time still ready to help serve the guests. It was perfect. Like this she could bring Rose in the same room as her daughter without any of the two being any wiser about it. "Alright step bitch, time to go." Sally got out one last jab with a big grin, knowing full well that any mention of this being her stepmother, or Rose would be a no go from here on out. Hooking a leash to the collar Sally walked off.

Rose for her part was terrified as she took a step forward in the direction of where the leash took her. On her impossibly tall heels, completely blinded, with her arms restrained and something large obnoxiously shifting in her ass with each move the walk was mortifying and scary to say the least. Just like it was hard to trust the guidance of the stepdaughter who had gotten her in this terrible predicament that had controlled her life for quite a while now. She didn't trust Sally one bit, but she had no choice but to concentrate on her stepping and follow the leash to perfection. Resisting was no option as it would pull her out of balance very quickly which considering her predicament would be a disaster.