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After Jerome finished with me we dropped him off at Rebecca's place. I stayed on the floor of the limo, while his cum dried on my pretty face. A strand of it stuck in my blonde hair. I'm sure I looked a mess. Mistress Jane propped her feet up on my body, using me as an ottoman as she sipped champagne. Her heels digging into my ribs keeping me awake.
"You did a good job little miss big tits," she said, as the car rolled through town. "However, you're going to need a lot of work. A man should feel like he's fucking the shit out of you, every time. When he's inside you he needs to feel like a god. Like his cock is the biggest and best you've ever had inside you. More moans, more squeals. Put effort into it."
I lay on my side, knees pulled up with cum drying in my hair as she lectured me. My wrists stiff from being tied. I thought about home, church. Whimpered a bit and wondered about my sisters. If this would happen to them. Mistress dug her heels in my ribs a bit and chuckled at my whimper of pain.
Then, of course she could read my mind. Why wouldn't she. "You're thinking about what I said little miss big tits?" she asked. "About your sisters? Don't lie to me," she told me as she dug her heel in again.
"Oww, yes Mistress," I replied honestly. My eyes closed. We rode on in silence for a bit. I think she wanted the suspense to build. Or maybe she wanted me to think she would leave them alone. I had known her for only a few days, but I already knew she wasn't one to make idle comments.
"Yes well, pet, you're going to be happy to see them soon," she said. Digging her heel in my ribs again. Making me squirm and whimper. "Won't you little miss big tits?" she asked chuckling her wicked little chuckle.
"Yes Mistress," I said. All the while trying to ignore the pain of her high heel and thinking of how I was going to warn or save my sisters. Both of them. As I lay whimpering Mistress dug her heels in a little more then giggled. About to drop a bit of a bombshell on me.
"You do remember I've been through all your personal things, right little miss big tits?" she asked. "Every detail, nothing is hidden from me now," she said, her little chuckle making me tremble.
"Yes Mistress," I replied, trying to hold my tears back. She did know everything, I can't deny that. It was part of her hold on me. The possibilities of what she could do to me. The videos. The pictures. My new website. Mistress Jane knew I would do anything to avoid having everyone I know see what I've been doing lately.
The car pulled to a slow stop and Mistress bent down. As she untied my wrists she told me, "Sit up pet. Get on your knees and hands behind your back." I got up and got into position as ordered. My eyes down and my naked body trembling. Jerome's cum had long since dried on my face and just at that moment I would've actually loved to perform a shower show, just to get cleaned up.
With a smile, Mistress pulled out a bag from a compartment next to her. I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to pull a rabbit out of a hat next as she tossed it on the floor of the car in front of me. "Put some clothes on you shameless whore," she said giggling. "You will find some wetnaps in there, and makeup. Fix yourself up, and brush out your hair," she instructed.
As I opened the bag and started doing what she said, she poured herself another champagne and watched me. I wondered what she was thinking and decided I really didn't want to know.
"Remember little miss big tits, Jerome will love turning you out but if you're good, I might keep you for myself," she said. I only nodded yes as I cleaned my sticky face. Ironic wasn't it? Her talking about Jerome as I wiped him off my lips.
"Which would you prefer, being his whore or my toy?" she asked, looking down at me. I looked up at her, thinking about that choice. It was really no choice at all. "I would love to be your toy Mistress," I said.
"Fabulous pet," she said with a smile.
Mrs. Rebecca Blaine...two years and six months earlier...
So the big day approaches. My impending nuptials. The day I marry my love, Finley Anders. Honestly it hasn't exactly been the most pressing thing on my mind. It's horrible to think most girls are so involved and so stressed about their wedding day, and all I can think of lately is how many men have been having me. Every night.
True to her word Mistress Jane has been, for lack of a better word, pimping me out. Nearly every night. At least I'm high end. The men who visit my site and pay for a night with me pay well, and I get to dress the part. Wearing elegant gowns, expensive heels, lovely lingerie. Out in the finest clothes and jewelry before I'm stripped and made to do unspeakable things.
My dear fiancee Finley thinks I've been working long hours and in a way I have been. After a few nights in the brothel, with Jerome having me before I started working, the place was shut down. Jerome taken away. I guess I won't be seeing him for a while. I do kind of miss him. In a way.
And true to my word, I've been finding new girls for Mistress Jane. The first was a cute blonde I met at the mall. She made me a latte every morning, for almost a year before all this happened. Mocha latte with just a splash of mint. Just how I like it. Her name was Carli. I invited her to my place and that's where she met Mistress Jane. Haven't seen her but one time since, and the mint I tasted then was as I sucked her tounge. I think she's in Asia now, making movies. Poor girl.
Then I found Melinda. She was a rather large breasted blonde working as a temp for me. She couldn't type worth a dime, and constantly forgot to give me my messages. I feel a little guilty for taking pleasure in handing her ditzy blonde ass to Mistress Jane, but she definitely sucks cock better then she types. I last saw her on her knees in an adult bookstore working the glory hole in one of the booths. I don't think she enjoyed it, but better her than me. Right?
Anyways, like I said, my wedding day fast approaching and somehow I've managed to keep all this a secret from my fiancee. Mistress says she has something special planned for me, on my wedding night, and it is with no small trepidation that I await her surprise.
Shes on her way to see me now, and as I understand it she's picked out my wedding dress. My bridal lingerie. Even down to my heels. I think this should be interesting but I'm a little nervous about what she has planned for today. I'm freshly shaven and showered, completely bald from the neck down and on my knees in front of my own front door.
I think I hear a car pulling up...
After cleaning my face up and fixing my makeup, I started to brush my hair out. Trying my best to brush out the mess Jerome left. Mistress just delighted as she watched, the clumps of dried cum sticking to the hairbrush.
"Remind me to punish you later for not swallowing it all like a good girl should," she told me. Yeah, like I was going to remind her to make me suffer. Whatever. I almost said whatever out loud and coughed a bit as I caught myself. It seems she knew exactly what that cough meant.
"I see you need to be punished right now then little miss big tits," she said. "Give me the hairbrush and get on all fours." I handed her the brush with a pout and got up on my hands and knees. This little joyride was turning into quite the adventure but it seems Mistress didn't believe in doing anything without some big kinky production.
Naked and collared, my blonde hair and my big tits hanging down, I was on my hands and knees in front of her. Mistress giggled and ran her nails over my back. Making me tremble. "I'm sorry Mistress," was all I could think to say. Like that would make a difference. It was becoming clear to me that she would never show any mercy or compassion when it came to having her own way.
"Oh it's quite alright little miss big tits," she said softly, as her hand reached my neck. Her fingers wrapping my long blonde tresses in her fist tightly. With a jerk she yanked my head back and held it there. Making my spine arch and bend like some sort of science demonstration of how the vertebrae can be flexible in the right hands.
Rubbing the flat part of the hairbrush over my tight pert buttocks, I expected a searing series of sexually sadistic swats suddenly sending my silly squeals south for Satan's smiling satisfaction. However it was not to be.
With a flick of her wrist Mistress flipped the hairbrush over. The rough end. The proverbial brush with disaster as it were. "Spread your thighs pet," she ordered. I whimpered and opened my soft supple thighs. "This may hurt a bit, but remember you brought this on yourself bitch," she told me sternly.
Then, as I screamed and begged for her to forgive me, she held my hair tightly and started to rub the hard sharp bristles of the hairbrush all over my bald slit in a fast circular motion. It was so incredibly painful all I could do was scream and beg for her to stop. For five minutes I begged her to stop. Screaming. Did I mention I screamed and begged?
