Unexpected Consequences Ch 03

Unexpected Consequences - Chapter 3

By SubKaren92

I had a quality orgasm riding Luna's strap-on before getting out of bed to start the day. It wasn't as explosive as last night, no doubt because I had not teased myself for hours and because I was in control while I rode her. On the other hand, she just let me fuck myself with the only stipulation was that I would have to pleasure her during breakfast. Not having to wait hours for either side of that equation was a positive. I had not expected any of the changes in my life since I hired Luna and certainly had not anticipated that I would be on my knees under the kitchen table with my head between her legs. I must admit, I was quickly getting addicted to her flavor. Even without getting my own orgasm to start the day, I could see myself eating her pussy every morning.

I know Luna finished her breakfast before she came. But she had not finished her coffee. She told me to stop licking her, stood up and refreshed her cup. Then she told me to follow her out to the patio where she sat down on one of the chairs. I was hesitant to follow her outside since I was still naked. But our house is fairly private in the backyard so eventually I did. She was sitting with her legs spread and I knew what to do.

Although I was focused on making her cum, I did think about how nice it would be to switch places and enjoy my coffee while someone was between my legs. Rudy would never do it and I was confident his daughter Julie wasn't about to, but maybe one of Luna's friends would be down, no pun intended, to pleasure me like this. What was her name? Faith? The young stripper with a mommy fetish? Maybe she would do this for me. But that didn't matter right then. Making Luna cum was my focus and I felt pride when she did. I hoped that would earn me favor and another orgasm before Rudy got home this afternoon.

But as Luna had said, we had shopping to do. She headed to the pool house to shower and I headed to the master bedroom. She told me not to bother with a bra or panties, but otherwise I could dress casually. To me that meant tight jeans and a simple white blouse. The jeans rubbed against my pussy in a delicious way and my nipples were prominently displayed poking against the fabric, but otherwise I looked, um, normal. I drove, which was good since Luna's car was less fancy than I wanted to be seen in. Our first stop was a store called Dancers. I assumed this is where Luna buys her work clothes. I wondered if we were stopping here for her or me.

As we walked inside, the first thing I noticed was the clothes looked primarily like they were for kids in dance classes. Luna seemed amused by my surprised look. "Our stuff is on the other side of the store," she said, leading me around a corner into a different room. Did I hear her say our stuff? As I followed her into the other room, the clothes took on a definitely more sexy appearance. Clearly this is where Luna found the outfit she was wearing yesterday. A young sales clerk soon joined us. She was well acquainted with Luna. I suppose all the strippers in town shop here.

"Don't tell me you trashed that outfit you bought yesterday?" she asked.

"No, it survived," Luna said with a chuckle. But you can never have too many outfits and I want to get my friend here measured."

"OK," the girl said. "Have a look around and I'll get my tape measure and notebook."

I know you want me to tell you this was some elaborate setup and the two of them used me in the changing room or that Luna had me eat out the clerk as a thank you. And that is exactly what happened. Just kidding. Our shopping was perfectly professional. The girl did take me into a changing room to get my measurements, but she didn't have me strip. She was very thorough measuring more than just my waist, hips and bust. She also did brush my hard nipples with the tape, although I was not sure if it was an accident or not. I also was worried my jeans would show a wet spot.

By the time she was done, Luna had picked out two new work outfits and I was ready for either of them to order me to strip. Instead the girl gave Luna a copy of my measurements (the original was going to be held on file for future reference) and then rang up her purchases. I was a bit confused when we left. Luna then had me drive past the Itchy Kitty and to an adult store next door. I could see myself shopping at Dancers picking out my own sexy outfit, but not at this sleazy looking rundown excuse for a store. Still I followed her in.

"We'll get most of your toys online," she told me. "But there are a few I'd rather not wait to have delivered."

Honestly that kind of scared me. She led me around the store. The inventory was pretty sparse, but maybe that was normal for such a place. Luna picked out a thick leather collar and leash, which she insisted I try on, and two pairs of leather cuffs for my wrist and ankles. She explained I could wear them longer than I could wear handcuffs. I didn't think she had to test the sizing on me, but she insisted. Her final item was a bit gag which she affixed a bit tighter than I thought it needed to be. Wearing all seven items, she led me back to the front of the store and the checkout. There were several men shopping who took notice of us. The grubby looking clerk did as well. He knew Luna too and seemed happy to see me. I wondered how many other women she had brought here.

He made a show of walking around the counter with his barcode scanner to ring up my items while I wore them. When he knelt in front of me to scan my ankle cuffs I was sure he could smell my pussy. I was very aware of my jeans rubbing on my labia and clit and how that did a number on my arousal. If he noticed he didn't mention it. However he did point out that Luna should get a couple of carabiners. I didn't know why but she seemed to indicate it was an honest mistake. She left me standing alone at the counter, on display for the men, and walked back to where the cuffs were displayed. When she returned, she held two up to be scanned and then used one of them to clip my ankle cuffs together. She then told me to put my wrists behind my back and secured those cuffs as well. She led me out of the store, slowly as I could only move my feet a couple inches at a time, with my leash pulled out in front of me.

The walk to the car was humiliating as it took what felt like forever and several cars honked their horns at me. I couldn't drive with my legs and arms cuffed, so Luna helped me into the back seat. She didn't strap me in with the seat belt however. Once I was sitting normally, she pushed me over so I was laying down. "I don't want the police to see you wearing a gag so you better stay down and out of sight," she told me. I felt like I had been kidnapped. Honestly it was kind of exciting. My mind raced thinking about Luna taking me somewhere where she and her friends could abuse me. Maybe a cabin in the woods or some abandoned warehouse. I was lost in that fantasy and the rubbing of my pants had an orgasm building.

But instead of taking me away to some private place to ravage me, when the car stopped and Luna helped me back up, I realized we were home. I felt disappointed. But another part of me felt elated since Luna had tied me up and had me at her mercy. Unfortunately she began to unclip the carabiners and reminded me that my husband's plane would be landing soon. I'd forgotten about him. I'd been so focused on Luna that I'd neglected to prepare for his arrival.

When we got inside, Luna pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. With her hands around my waist, she told me how things would work when Rudy was around.

"You're still my pet, but I don't want to screw up your marriage," she began. "When Rudy is around, I want you to treat me just like you did before. But when he goes to the office, golfing or out with the boys, your job is to serve me. Understand?"

I nodded. Then I added, trying to sound playful, "Can I still spy on you through the window and masturbate?"

Luna smiled back. "I'll see what I can do to satisfy your cravings while he is here."

I noticed she had not answered the question and her response was a bit cryptic and kind of made me nervous.

"Now why don't you go make yourself presentable for your husband," Luna told me. "Put on a nice dress and some sexy underwear in case he's feeling randy."

She didn't say it, but I got the impression she expected me to offer myself to Rudy. Not that I wasn't OK with that, but I'd rather offer myself to her. Looking at the kitchen clock, I saw I had a couple hours until Rudy's plane landed. That gave me time for a quick shower, time to do my make-up, get dressed and go to the airport to pick him up. I was back to being the good trophy wife inservice my husband. But I knew I was now so much more. I wasn't sure how my serving Luna could work while he was around, but I thought back to her saying how she had broken Katrina and they obviously made things work. Luna must have a plan and I just had to trust her.

Once Rudy was back home, Luna acted as if nothing strange had happened between us. If anything she was doing a better job. Rudy worked at home on Friday and I didn't risk trying to tease Luna or offer myself to her. I didn't even attempt to spy on her after she got home from work. Now that I knew she was on to me watching her, it didn't seem so exciting. The next morning, right after Rudy left for the golf course, Luna's attitude turned on a dime.

"Get those clothes off, slut," she barked at me.

Immediately I felt a wave of arousal and quickly stripped. I expected her to make me eat her or tease my nipples and clit, but instead she went to the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept and returned with a bucket and mop.

"You need to learn your place," she said. "When Rudy is gone, you are the maid keeping this house spotless."

She handed me the mop. Somehow her pronouncement, instead of killing my arousal, heightened it. I didn't complain. I started filling the bucket with soap and clean water. As I was doing that, she gave me another order.

"Give me your credit card," she said firmly, but nicely. "There are some supplies you need."

I didn't think she meant cleaning supplies. I thought back to her collection of sex toys in her bedroom. Certainly she already had anything we would need, but I suppose there are some things you don't share. I grabbed my wallet and handed over the card I used as my personal account. If she spent from my allowance, Rudy wouldn't question it. Luna left and I got to work.

It was weird. I always hated cleaning when I lived alone. That was one reason I was so glad Rudy had Celina when we got married. But now that I had been stripped bare, literally and emotionally, by Luna, I felt differently. I wasn't cleaning for myself but for her. Every time I slid the mop forward and back, I got a little more excited. But I didn't touch myself. Luna had not given me permission to do that and I knew eventually I would be called upon to service her. At least I hoped I would before Rudy returned. Maybe that would be my reward for cleaning the floors.

Luna had walked back to her room and I didn't see her again for about three hours when she handed me back my credit card. She was obviously dressed for the gym. She looked as delectable as always. She told me my packages would be arriving Monday as she reached forward and teased my labia.

"Wet, but not wet enough," she said with a snicker. "After you finish the floors, edge yourself. When I get back, I want you dripping."

I just nodded. I found myself not being able to formulate a verbal response to her more and more frequently. I hurriedly got back to the floors. I had to finish quickly in order to masturbate before Luna got home. Of course I thought back to masturbating in Luna's bed and remembering how she came home early and caught me. I wondered if this was a test and she would walk through the door again in minutes instead of a couple of hours. I shook my head as if that would make those thoughts fall out of my brain and started washing the last floor with all the vigor I could muster. As it turned out, it wasn't a test. At least not a test beyond me being able to masturbate without making myself cum.

Luna returned about 90 minutes later. She must have cut her workout short to come home and play with me. That's what I told myself. I'd been sitting in the kitchen, partly because that was the closest room to the mudroom where I dumped the dirty water and partly because I'd knelt here to lick her pussy the other day. Remembering that encounter fueled my masturbation. Luna had me stand up. She then told me to "Spread those whore legs and put your hands behind your head." I immediately complied and felt completely exposed. I expected her to probe my pussy again to make sure I was suitably wet for whatever she wanted to do to me. But instead she grabbed hold of both my nipples in a firm and painful pinch. I tried not to wince and pull backwards, but she could tell it hurt. That was clearly her goal. It also got my attention. Then she inspected my pussy. I knew I would pass that test and she was pleased. So pleased that she started to rub my clit with her right hand while teasing my right nipple with her left. Almost immediately I started to lose my balance as waves of pleasure flowed through me and I reflexively started begging for permission to cum.

I didn't expect Luna to go that easy on me and let me cum immediately. Honestly I figured she wouldn't let me cum at all before Rudy got home. I figured we had about two hours before that happened and she had taught me never to expect release that quickly. But a girl can dream. Instead she made me confess what I had been thinking about to get myself so wet. I was not embarrassed to say, "You."

"I don't doubt that," she replied, giving my nipple another pinch as if to say that wasn't the right answer. "But what specifically about me were you thinking?"

This time I didn't have to think to formulate my answer. "I thought about you using the cuffs we bought to secure me to your bed where you would tease me, make me eat your pussy and when you were satisfied, you would put your strap-on again and fuck me like you did the other night."

"Was that so hard to say?" she said mockingly. Then she paused as if she was thinking, although I'm sure she had everything planned already.

"I still need to shower after the gym. I hurried home to you instead of showering there. You can come with me, wash me and eat me in the shower until I climax."

There was no implied promise that I would be able to cum after that or that she would return the favor. But I quickly agreed. I knew I had to make Luna climax before I would be allowed to cum whether that was in half an hour, sometime tonight, tomorrow or next week.

I'd showered with other women before. In the dorms at college and at the gym. I'd even showered with Rudy and my former boyfriends. But never before had I showered with the implied sexual release that Luna just gave me. This was different and I found it highly erotic. I was there to serve her. After following her like a puppy to the pool house, we went into the women's changing room. It's not a huge room, but the shower is definitely big enough for two. Actually it's big enough for four with a rainfall showerhead in the center of the ceiling, two tall mounted shower heads on either side, body sprayers on either side, a couple of wands for those hard to reach places and a long tile bench along the back wall. I'd often thought I should shower here instead of the master bathroom, although in truth, that shower had most of the features but was just scaled down in size. Since I was already naked, I was tasked with turning on the water. Then I walked back to Luna to help her undress. And by undress, I mean peeling her out of her workout clothes.

As I knelt down to tug at her skin tight shorts, I was overwhelmed with the smell of her arousal. It was heavenly. "May I pleasure you now?" I asked her. She declined saying the shower came first. I snickered at her play on words. She was going to cum second. At least I hoped so.

As I said, I found it highly erotic that Luna simply stood in the shower and allowed me to clean her. She had better quality shampoo, conditioner and body wash than I did. I was tasked with lathering my hands and then using them to lather her body. As I worked her shoulders, her shower became more like a message. When I worked her breasts, her mews were definitely sexual in nature. But I still wasn't allowed to pleasure her. I did kneel down to clean her legs. This was torture to me because her pussy was at eye level, but I wasn't allowed to lick it yet. When I was done with her legs, she turned around so I could clean her butt. Her perfect butt. The rainfall showerhead had already rinsed away her sweat from the workout, so I think she positioned me just so I could worship her backside. She had me soap up her ass to give me an excuse to rub it. She also told me to spread her cheeks and make sure her asshole was clean. It already was and it was as perfect as the rest of her butt. As I stared at it, I thought back to her promise to fuck my ass. I wondered how often she did that herself. Or was she always the one doing the fucking. I caught myself daydreaming about her asshole and didn't notice her moving away from me. She left me kneeling in the shower as she walked back to her bedroom. I didn't know if I should follow so I stayed put.

Luna quickly returned with a razor and shaving cream. She then sat on the bench.

"I want you to shave my underarms, legs and pussy," she told me. Any opportunity to get my face near her pussy was good with me. I turned off the showerheads and turned on the wand. I'd shaved myself plenty of times, but this was the first time I shaved somebody else. I went extra slow so I didn't accidentally nick her. That made it even more erotic. When she lifted her arm, I got to examine the gentle curve of her form. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. I'd never looked at an armpit as an erogenous zone, but I wanted to lick it. At least when I shaved her legs I was in familiar territory. Again I went slower than I would when I did my own legs, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Had I thought about my own arousal and needs, I might have been faster in my cleaning and shaving duties as we were approaching the time Rudy was expected home. But at the moment, I was focused entirely on serving Luna. Before I lathered up her pussy, I once again asked if I could pleasure her. I was already kneeling in front of her happy hole and perfectly prepared to service her more intimately. But she insisted I shave her there first. I don't think I could have stayed still if someone was doing that to me. But she must have trusted me and while the smell of her arousal had been masked by the water of the shower, now that the water was off and I was up close and personal with her pussy, I could definitely smell her again. While I wanted nothing more than to drift off with that scent, I had to focus on my task.

Luna kept her pussy well maintained so the razor just glided over her soft folds. I don't think it did much, but I wasn't going to question her desire for me to shave her. After I finished and rinsed her off, she finally gave me permission to serve her orally. She didn't last long. The shower floor was starting to get cold now that the water wasn't running, but I wasn't about to complain. I love her flavor and I would have gladly spent the day kneeling in front of her. But she must have been as excited as I had been when I edged because after just a couple of minutes, my mouth was rewarded with her girl cum. Unlike how she usually kept stimulating me during my orgasms, she pulled my head away from her pussy as she quaked through her climax. While I would have been happy to continue eating her, I wasn't upset that I could also watch up close as her pussy clenched and released knowing that I did that for her.