Worm 2 Couple Submit To Strangers

A few weeks after his wife stopped seeming to be interested in sex, Ronald stopped at his favorite coffee shop on the way to work, flirting as usual with his favorite barista as she made him his usual without his even having to ask. This morning she held the coffee to him and smiled as she shook her head.

"I thought you were married, Ron."

"I am."

"Yet you are tenting. That's so wrong on so many levels, a married man going to work with a tent in his pants."

He blushed at the unusual turn of flirting. It wasn't busy so she brought him into a bathroom, got on her knees, and sucked him with a sucking power he didn't know anyone had. Once he emptied into her stomach, she helped him get tucked away, kissed him, and left him alone to go back to serving coffee.

Damn!!! She was better than Linda ever was in every respect. He really wanted more from her as he left a large tip for her when he left the coffee shop.

She blew him the next three days, Ron finally asking her out for lunch. She laughed.

"You want to have lunch because I sucked you off? Tell you what, Ron, you suck me off three times and swallow and we can do lunch after we're even."

He went to work wondering what she meant, calling the shop later to take her up on her offer because sucking on a pussy wasn't that bad of an experience. He was given an address to be at when he left for lunch.

She greeted him at the door of the apartment, giving him a hug and a kiss before letting him inside. He came in, the place nice as he tossed his suit coat over a chair. She reached for his crotch, stroked him a bit and then, before he hardly realized it, had him naked while still standing in the living room. Her constant touching, caressing, kissing had him at full mast, eager for her to do a fourth blow job.

Charlene AKA Charlie on her name tag, didn't come close to that. She reminded him he needed to swallow her cum three times to catch up before she would date him and do more for him. He wanted to grab, force her to suck but held back, for this beautiful, sexy young girl was just so eager, he was ready for anything as she had him kneel before her, nuzzling his face against her crotch.

Ron was moaning with desire, the desire to lick this pussy to drive her crazy like she was driving him. She teased him in that short dress, those incredible legs so near where he was smelling a good aroma. She finally lifted her dress, pulling down her panties to reveal a cock as it bopped him on the nose.

Ron came to a standstill, shocked to see an organ about his own size resting against his cheek.

"Uh, that's not a pussy."

"Of course not, Ron, how can you do a blow job to a pussy?"

He stuttered a few times as he moved his head, the cock only an inch from his face. He protested he couldn't do that for her.

"Fine, get dressed and leave. I got no time for men who lie for their own stupidity. You seriously came here thinking you could do a blow job on a pussy? Yeah, don't bother to come into the shop anymore. Knowing my coworkers, they'd piss into your cup for this insult."

Charlie moved back a step, waving a hand at his clothes on the floor. Ron kept looking at the cock as it bobbed between her legs, the cock and balls all smoothly shaven, not hairy like his own crotch. He had no idea what was going on, he should run and flee from this, this, well, whatever this half and half was, but he should run. Instead, he stared at the cock he was expected to suck on. Yuck.

Charlie removed her panties before stepping closer. Ron continued to stare, licking his lips, his eyes riveted to the movements. Charlie reached down to caress the top of his head, smiling at him.

"Won't hurt to touch me, will it? I'm not asking you to kiss what is fantastic to kiss, but a simple touch? Maybe a caress?"

Ron reached up, his fingertips lightly going the length of the cock, his eyes widening as it stiffened and grew into an erection as he stroked. He had never seen that up close and it seemed fascinating to him. He stroked back, running fingers over the smooth ball sac, his fingers seeming not getting enough.

Charlie was going to just ram her cock into his mouth until she remembered her instructions from Master, the man who convinced her to do this for later enjoyment. She sighed as she held back. Ron interpreted the sigh as enjoyment as he brought up his other hand to caress as well.

He had no idea why as he leaned forward, kissing the end of the cock, tasting her precum and finding it wasn't as bad as he always considered. He kissed again, moving his head as he kissed the length. It wasn't gay to kiss in his mind, sucking and swallowing was something else, but to just caress and kiss a cock and balls wasn't gay, he was pretty sure of that.

Charlie was enjoying the new actions by the naked man kneeling before her. She caressed his head, careful not to grab and force him. There was time for that later according to Master who had yet to seem wrong in his predictions. She moved back, to sit on the couch, her balls and cock dangling in the air between her spread legs. She smiled at Ron who licked his lips, his eyes not leaving her crotch.

He crawled forward on his knees, staring at the sight as he leaned to kiss the thighs before going to the cock, lifting the erection so he could kiss the smooth balls. Charlie was above him, making happy sighs as he kissed back to the end of the cock, again tasting the precum. This time he opened his mouth, inserting the cock head into it, sucking gently to remove the precum. No, he wasn't gay, he kept thinking, he was simply getting rid of the precum, so it didn't drip on the floor. Being proactive wasn't being gay, it was simply keeping the floor clean.

Charlie kept caressing the side of his head, more concerned with her urges to just face fuck than the man getting under control. Master was right, to force him would make Ron run and she didn't need him coming in the coffee shop to scream her added benefit for all to know.

Half of the erection was engulfed as the mouth moved further down the length and she had to remind him to breathe through his nose as he went back and forth on the three inches inside the mouth. A few more times and he was full of six inches of erect cock, a taste and sensation he was savoring.

Ron lost his thought of what was gay and what wasn't. His mouth was full of an erect cock, feeling velvety smooth in his mouth as his tongue explored the feeling. The precum was leaving a taste like French vanilla in his mouth while he expected a saltier and more vile taste. He wondered as he slid his mouth up and down the erection if he tasted that same way, the erection pulsating under his fingertips. God, this was the way to spend lunch time from work. No wonder his wife gave him blowjobs a few times a week.

He ignored the fact she hadn't in a few weeks, in fact had shown no signs of wanting sex from him like she usually did. He did wonder a week ago but for some reason stopped wondering, not worried about it. He was busy flirting with Charlie the barista every morning.

Now he was naked, on his knees, and happily sucking her cock and balls, listening to the moans of pleasure his mouth was bringing her. Yes, this was a great way to spend the lunch time.

"Ronnie! I'm cumming, Ronnie!"

Warned, he was still caught off guard when his mouth was full of her cum, some going down his throat as he quickly gagged on it, the rest spurting on his face and chest. He coughed to clear his throat, looking tearily at Charlie who was smiling at him.

"Good job, Ronnie. Would help if you swallowed but you said this was your first time. Hey, Ronnie, can you lick the end? It's going to drip again."

Ronnie saw where her cum was still oozing out as she deflated, and he leaned to suck as much as he could from what she offered. When he was done, she sat forward, using her fingers to wipe some of his cum off his face, inserting her fingers for him to suck on.

"How does that taste, Ronnie? Better than me or just as good?"

"About the same." Ronnie answered as she moved her fingers to clean more off his face and back into his mouth.

Done with the face, Charlie leaned back with a smile.

"I have to pee, so why don't you clean your chest?"

She got up, walking away, as Ronnie swiped a finger along his chest, watching her walk away, wishing she was walking towards him, not away. When she came back, he had all his cum in his mouth and swallowed, not once thinking about what he was doing or why.

Charlie leaned over to kiss him, told he needed to get dressed if he was going to make it to work on time. She kissed him again at the doorway, shutting the door as he walked away, happy with his lunch time. She turned as a door opened.

"Master, he seems most happy with me."

Justin nodded. He had been controlling Ron Duffy from the next room, so he wasn't surprised the man was happy.

"He will want to come back tomorrow."

Charlie shrugged.

"That's fine, I do the morning shift all week. He'll be able to get all three blow jobs in this week. Is that you wish from me?"

"It's a start, Charlie. I want him to return to you to give you blowjobs, not for you to do him. By the end of the week, he should be ready for that. Next week, you start with holding his sucking until he does a few things for you, get him used to doing as you wish in exchange for his reward of sucking your cock."

Charlie giggled.

"Not sure sucking a TS cock is a reward."

"It will be for him, I can assure you. Next weekend, do you have plans?"

"The weekend after this one? No, Master, outside of laundry."

"Do it early, Charlie. Next weekend you're visiting a cabin."

She agreed, not sure why she was doing as this man asked, but happy she was doing so. Normally she was avid about not going someplace strange without some planning and input, but if Master suggested, Charlie found herself happy to comply.

No matter if it made sense to her or not.

Linda Duffy did her workout, just the top and too tight leotards covering her, no bra or panties. The gym was mainly women this time of day, so she didn't get upset, but she was aroused as she saw in the mirror her camel toe was showing at her crotch. That anyone looking would see it, for whatever reason she had, it was sexually exciting. She had no idea why, but then she was less wondering why and more concentrating on Master's suggestions.

Every day he told her what her plans were, how she would dress, how she would conduct herself. Every day she complied as if she wanted to wear tights a size too small for her so all her body parts would be outlined. As if she wanted to wear a shirt showing her tits as they bounced freely as she worked out, ran on the treadmill, or just using the weight machines. Yet, oddly to her, it was getting more normal to see herself be humiliated in public and only be aroused as she felt embarrassed.

She tried as she used the rower to think of the last time she dressed for herself and not for Master. Certainly not for her husband, a man who didn't seem to even notice his wife wasn't giving him his weekly sex and now wore more revealing outfits. Linda glanced in the mirror.

Master had her sunbath in the backyard, wearing just her suit and her collar. Now her skin was tanning but the ring around her neck was getting plain to see and to anyone, almost worth smirking at for only wearing a collar could leave that two-inch wide band around her neck. She was shocked Ron never mentioned it, not even asking in curiosity why she wore a collar when around the house or in the backyard. Linda wasn't even sure why she carried the collar and leash in her purse unless she had it with her in case Master visited.

Master had to visit, his bitch slave had no contact way to reach Master, only an email to send messages or photos, not knowing when He would respond. She was doing all he wanted, all a man she didn't know wanted, all her Master who more and more controlled her wanted. She knew nothing about him so far.

She did know her own clothes were looser, the exercise and diet he placed her on taking effect. How he knew she only did ten minutes on the treadmill and not thirty as suggested, she had no idea. She did know the spanking hurt like hell even as she thrust her ass into the air for more because it was also arousing. She made sure she did at least what was suggested now, even if she felt too tired to workout, she managed to always push through rather than be disobedient to Master.

One of her punishments was to piss into her water bottle so it was half piss, half water and during and after the workout, have the bottle empty by drinking it all. She despised drinking her own piss even as she held the bottle between her legs to do a refill for later. Now, three days later, she was more accustomed to the taste, almost not even thinking about it when she drank.

She finished the workout, drank the last of today's bottle and went to the locker room where she stripped to shower. When she came back out, her locker door was open, a typed letter taped to the door. Linda snatched it off, glaring about her as she sought whoever did this. She opened the letter to find she was instructed to wear the new outfit in the locker to her lunch date. It was added she was to wear everything inside the bag as Linda turned to see a paper bag from a local lingerie store.

Her hands shook as she looked inside, her mind claiming there was no way she should wear any of this. Linda looked in the locker, not even her work out clothes were left behind. It was either wear it or the towel she was wrapped in. Linda sighed as she dug into the bag.

The dress was appropriate for the season, a simple summer dress and, of course, no bra or panties to go with it. The sandals were easy to fit on as Linda stared at the rest of the bag. Damn, Master couldn't wait to humiliate her in public.

Then again, she was wet and aroused from the idea so maybe he had a reason.

Making sure no one was in the locker room, she removed a packet of anal beads with instructions of how to insert them. She tried inserting but couldn't, so she had to stir her finger into her wet pussy to get enough moisture to insert the beads, leaving the five red ones hanging outside as instructed. A dildo went into her pussy, the size making her clamp her muscles to keep it from sliding out.

A metal wrist bracelet was next, a whip dangling from it, the words 'bitch slave' engraved on the solid metal part. Linda put it on, trying to hide the engraved part, knowing between that and her white ring around her neck it would be difficult to explain to anyone. Unfortunately, the only way to hide the metal part was to have the whip standing in plain sight.

The only things left in the bag were her keys, wallet, and phone. She couldn't believe it; they didn't even leave her with makeup or a brush. She stopped at a mirror, running her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to make it look better. With a deep breath, Linda went to lunch with two women who had inside leads on good paying legal jobs.

The lunch left her dizzy and anxious as they chatted about different things, neither woman thankfully asking about her bracelet or neck ring. Linda had to move the short dress, so it sat behind her back as she leaked onto the chair itself, her hopes they didn't notice clearly not working, one telling her to get another chair if that was uncomfortable. Linda elected to keep her current chair as she felt the moisture under her now naked thighs.

Leaving lunch, she went to her car, sitting on a towel as she started crying. They were nice but for sure she was no longer considered for any job interview let alone one she wanted. Master was destroying her life even as she kept going for more of this treatment. She needed help, but no one to turn to. Except Master? Would he be willing to tone her humiliation down if she agreed to beg for more? Did that even make sense? Linda wished she could send a text to ask, but she needed prior approval for that or yet another punishment would happen.

Her phone buzzed, Master telling her he would meet her in the park in twenty.

She set the phone down, her hands shaking as she tried to control them enough to put the key in the ignition. She had twenty minutes to make it to the park, to the clearing where she would strip, kneel in position, wait for Master to arrive. She didn't have her leash and collar to wear, Linda hoping she could convince him she didn't leave them home.

At the park, she did as she was always instructed to do, kneeling straight up, her knees apart, her hands behind her head, staring ahead as she hoped the movements she heard meant he was near for she was already punished for breaking her position without approval when someone else entered the clearing. Thankfully, the person was there with Master as she had to show the other person how well trained the bitch was at being led by the leash.

Master arrived, tossing her the leash and collar without a word. She grabbed it in midair, holding the leash in her lips as she secured the collar around her neck, before placing her hands behind her head again, the leash dangling from her lips.

He looked at her and shook his head.

"Is bitch loving what is inside her she couldn't remove that as well?"

She maneuvered the leash to one side to speak.

"Master, the instructions were to remove all clothing. This bitch slave did not assume the beads and dildo were clothes."

He laughed, told her that was correct. Her pleasure and arousal went up at the compliment. Bitch loved pleasing Master for that always seem to bring pleasure. Another figure came into the clearing, Linda stiffening until Master greeted the newcomer. Still, she kept her eyes forward, aware Master was watching her, ready to see if she did anything she learned so far wrong. For some reason, the idea of displeasing Master upset his bitch even as she had no idea why.

It was a young girl, young by Linda's standards although only by four or five years. She wore a spring dress like what Linda had to wear, tennis shoes appearing before Linda's eyes. The leash was removed from her lips, the girl stepped away, pulling on the leash. Linda resisted, waiting for Master's permission.

"Bitch, this is Mistress. I outrank her but other than that, obey her as you would me. She will assist with your training."

"Yes, Master."

On the next pull, Linda went forward to all fours, showing she knew how to crawl while being led on a leash. Her body seemed to get even more excited as she felt the dildo start to slip down as she crawled, Linda anxiously trying to crawl with her knees closer to avoid it falling too far out of her over excited pussy.

Her mind screamed at her, not as powerful as before, when Linda first encountered Master in the store. Slowly Linda was accepting her position as an owned bitch slave, her mind still doing protests, weak as they were. This time it was telling Linda to get up, flee, get away, save herself. This was wrong, crawling naked for a complete stranger who was taking her around in circles, stopping and starting without warning as if walking a prize dog at a dog show. The mind kept telling her to get away, she was going too far down the rabbit hole, too far, too fast. She was an arrogant attorney, a bully who thrived on seeing her victims cry and show fear. This wasn't her.

Regardless of her mind, Linda's body was highly aroused. Mistress stopped to spank bitch's ass as a reward for a walk well done, bitch openly wagging her ass as it was spanked. All she needed was permission to cum and she'd have a perfect walk.

"It seems to have some urge to be spanked." Mistress said, presumably to Master, "Does it like crawling like a dog that much?"

"Bitch likes being bitch. It still needs training for other things, like using a bowl for eating and drinking, or how to do its business outdoors."