An Exhilarating Train Journey

Previously, Helen turned herself over to her husband, Jake, as his sex slave. The morning started with Nigel, the gardener at their club, getting to play with Helen while she was strapped to the bed in the spare room. When Nigel finished, he strapped a penis shaped dildo over Helen's mouth. He then presented Helen to Jake and his new mistress, Tracey, Helen's secretary from work. Jake made Tracey the new mistress of the house. Jake ordered Helen to use the penis dildo to give Tracey an orgasm. The story of Helen's enslavement continues.

I started to pull out but Tracey had other ideas. "Keep it in there, penis bitch, until I say so." I pushed in a bit harder. "Good, slut," she sighed. The guy's cum continued to drip onto me.

"Jesus, Jake, she sure does make a mess. We'll have to do something about that. Anyway, you guys all finished," Tracey asked.

YES, came the very happy reply.

"And I guess it's time for us to get cleaned up and onto the day's tasks." Jake was in good spirits. "I suspect you want to rest a bit, Tracey?"

"You bet. Okay, penis bitch, you just keep that penis in where it is. Men usually go soft by now. It's a wonderful feeling having something still hard down there." With that, she moved her hips. As the guys left, she started to sit up, forcing me to follow her. As humiliating as it was, I was also pleased. I could at least lay flat, even if part of my body was lying in my own juices. She moved her hips again. Now I was starting to feel like nothing more than an object, good for nothing except her pleasure. The earlier joy was wearing off and I was being to worry about what I had done.

Jake came into the room to say good-bye.

"Jakie? I realise sitting here that our sex slave isn't completely naked."

My heart skipped as I thought she was going to have me shave my pubic hair. I was actually looking forward to that. Jake would have never thought of asking me to do that.

"Oh, how's that?"

"She has a ring on her left hand."

"Goodness," sighed Jake. "I hadn't really considered that as clothing."

"Well, you said that I don't need to treat her treat with any decency, compassion or respect. I'm now the mistress of the house and her mistress, to order her to do whatever I want. She's nothing but a sex slave for our enjoyment."

"True," said Jake slowly.

"Well, that's hard to do when she has a wedding ring on. It reminds me that she is married and might not like what we're doing to her. That maybe I'm not really the mistress of the house. Not having her completely nude makes me hesitate."

Now terror filled my body. That was way and above anything that I ever expected to do. My whole life would be handed over to this woman. This was no longer a few instances of transgressive sex. It was a complete surrender. I really would have nothing left of my old life. My loving, stable, secure connection with Jake. I'd be stripped completely bare of everything. Why would they ever do this to me!

I started to scream as best as I could. This was not very good considering I still had the penis in my mouth and up her cunt. Jake pulled me out and stood me up. I looked at him with terror in my eyes.

"Gosh, Tracey, I hadn't thought of that. That would be a terrible thing. A terrible place to be. I really can't have that," Jake said sympathetically. My I body relaxed, heart slowed and brain calmed down. Jake unlocked my hands. I moved to give him a hug.

"No, dick bitch. You think I was trying to help you? Not on your life. Do as your mistress says: Take off that ring. Make yourself completely naked and show your complete subservience to your new mistress." I looked at him in horror once again. I am sure my eyes would have flown out of my head if they could have. My heart immediately started racing. I just stared at him.

"I said take off the ring." My body reacted because of the tone of his voice. I was too dumbfounded to do anything else. "And since you seem confused about what's going on and your new position, put the ring on Tracey's wedding finger. As long as it's there, she is your mistress and you will follow all of her orders."

I was shaking with rage. "Show us you mean to give yourself over completely or you'll never be our sex slave again."

Now confusion and expectation took over. The massive orgasm coupled with the dildo still sticking out of my mouth reminded me of the exquisite join that flowed through my body. Instead of asking myself, as any reasonable person would, did I want to hand over my body, soul and entire life to my secretary, I was fixated on asking myself did I really want to give up that joyous feeling I had using that penis shaped dildo on Tracey.

I found myself slowly taking off the ring. I walked over to her on our bed, kneeled and gently took her hand and, to my astonishment, slipped my ring onto her finger. I then, to show my utter submission, went back down to her bare pussy and slipped the penis-dildo back into her slit. It was both humiliating and exhilarating as I looked up her body to those two wondrous breasts and clean shaven pussy.

"Very good, my slave. Are you happy, Tracy?"

"Oh absolutely."

With that, Jake left and my new life started.

"Okay, penis bitch, you can remove yourself. I'm going to get cleaned up. In the meantime, you can clean up my bed. Change the sheets, wash them, whatever the woman of the house used to do. I'm going to clean myself up."

With that, she went into the en-suite bathroom. I heard the bath water running.

My heart was sinking as what I did hit home. I busied myself with cleaning up the bedroom. Did I need sex so much that I'd do this to myself? I looked at my ring finger without the ring. The answer came as I realised I had to collect her clothes as well as my sheets.

When I returned to the bedroom, she ordered me to make her a full English breakfast. I was devastated as I went to the kitchen. The realisation of what I had done was sinking in. And then, having to look at the dildo still in my mouth started to send shivers through my body. I looked at my flat chest with the chain between my nipples while getting the food. I certainly wasn't a match for the pretty, young buxom Tracey - no, my new mistress. I felt the hard floor on my feet. I saw my exposed body as I scrambled the eggs. I started to feel tingling in every part of my body. As I grabbed the package of sausages, I had a wicked idea. I picked up one of the sausages, looked at it, smiled and decided, why not. I slipped it up into my cunt. It was nowhere near as stimulating as the cucumber, which was good as I did need to concentrate on cooking. But it did feel soothing and provide a low level buzz as I moved around the kitchen. It was easily the most enjoyable time I ever had cooking a breakfast, or anything for that matter.

Reality intruded once again when Tracey walked in wearing my robe and some of my jewellery. She also carried what looked like a milk carton. "That look's great, penis bitch." I cringed. "Bet you're hungry too?"

I nodded enthusiastically, hoping the dildo would be removed.

"Great. I've been looking forward this. Get a glass and come over here." I stood next to her as she took her first bite of food. "Bend down so I can touch your penis."

I did so, rather confused. She pushed a small key thing into the side of the dildo and unscrewed the head. She then poured a think, green substance into the glass. She put it in front of me.

"It's an energy type drink. It has everything you need. Have a nice suck!" She laughed heartily.

I stood there looking down the penis. She had turned it into a big straw. Well, I was hungry and thirsty so there was nothing that I could do. I exhaled so I could take a deep suck of the substance. It was utterly disgusting. I screwed up my face and pulled back.

"Oh, those all-in-one drinks can taste awful. Maybe we need to put in more cum." More laughing came from her.

I was too hungry and thirsty to argue. I put the penis back into the glass and managed to get it all down.

Once she finished her breakfast, she had me clean up the dishes while she looked around the house. She then had me start moving my clothes out of my bedroom and piling them on the living room floor.

"As I'm going to be here I'll need a place for my clothes. I know the spare bedroom is smaller and has less storage. That's not a problem as you will need fewer clothes. Actually," she chuckled, "you won't be needing many clothes anymore."

My heart sank while doing this and my resolve to do something to stop this increased. Towards the end moving my things out, the doorbell rang.

"Go answer that," she demanded.

I looked at her in amazement. Humiliating me in my house was one thing. Being humiliated in front of others in my own house was out of the question. I had to draw a line. I dug in my heels and shook my head resoundingly NO.

She just smiled. "You have one last chance to answer that door. Otherwise, I will do it myself now and punish you later. And believe me, that will be much worse than anything I order you to do."

I certainly feared what they would do to me. So I slowly turned and headed to the door. Fear flooded me thinking of what they would do to me for punishment. I was coming to accept that I was now inexorably bound to their whims. Could I ever accept being subjected to the sexual perversion of others? As I walked, the sausage in my love canal reminded me how I was enjoying pushing the boundaries. Oh, sure, what they were doing to me was degrading, humiliating and extreme. But the number of orgasms, and their intensity, were far more extreme than I had ever experienced. The thought grew that their punishments would be very intriguing and possibly enjoyable. These thoughts easily overcame my fear of pushing them to ever more extremes at the cost of any dignity I may have left.

I turned back before I even got to the door. I glared at her and shook my head NO trying to show my resolve, but with a smile inside.

"I was really hoping you'd do that!" Quick as a flash, she grabbed the chain in my nipples. I had forgotten about that.

"Yes, you forgot about how can control you. You may not have any tits but those nipples can be damn sensitive." I immediately followed her into the spare bedroom.

"Okay, you little dick-shit, now you will see why you'll never be allowed to take off those straps on your ankles, wrists and neck. Get on that bed and lock your ankles in place."

Naturally, I did so. "Now, lock your own neck into place. You've got to learn you're mine!"

I swallowed at the tone in her voice. But I had asked for it. I obeyed. She then locked me completely back into the bed. She then put something over my eyes. "You stay in here to think about what happens to disobedient slaves!"

Her voice was unexpectedly fierce. I now wondered if I made the wrong decision. The doorbell rang again. I heard it open and voices. Things were being carried into the house. I couldn't tell how much time elapsed before I heard someone come into the room.

There was the deep intake of breath.

"Okay, Ken, here's your payment, if you find her acceptable, that is." They both chuckled.

"Shit, I've never seen a woman strung up like this. Are you for real?"

Tracey yanked the chain on my nipples. "He's talking to you, dick-bitch."

I nodded as best as I could. My head started spinning trying to figure out what was going on.

"Well, I can see why she don't have any money to pay! But a one-off fuck for moving all that stuff in and out, that's not very good. I think I'd need more than that."

Now my heart started speeding up.

"That's fair enough. Well," Tracey said with a smile in her voice, "I can offer you a pretty good porn film starring our little bitch here."

My eyes showed pure terror at this. Of course, they couldn't see this which only made it worse. Being exposed to people in one-off situations was something I could just about cope with. Having me permanently on record to people I don't know was not acceptable.

"Sounds great. So one film and one fuck? I'll take that."

He started to undo his trousers. I started to object the best I could!

"Oh, it seems she doesn't want that," the bloke said. "Not sure I want to force her into doing that."

"Well," smiled Tracey, "how about more fucks then? You know, later in the weak or when you're next in the area?"

"Um, would she really want to do that?" I nodded vigorously. "Okay, then, I guess I'd like a couple more fucks and no flim, if of course she's up for it. And good!"

I nodded happily. I didn't know this guy from Adam. If he came by for a couple more fucks, I could live with it. He might even be fun.

I felt him getting on top of me. "Holy shit, there's something in here already!"

Oh, god. I had forgotten about that.

Tracey headed for my cunt and spread my pussy lips for a look. "Holy shit, you're right. The little slut has stuck a sausage up herself! What on earth do you make of that?"

"I guess she's on the desperate side for some real sausage!!!" They both laughed at his joke. And with that, he rammed his much harder sausage into me.

And did he have a sausage!!! Much better than little Nigel, more enjoyable than Jake and almost as good as the cucumber. I let out welcoming moans. Unfortunately, he didn't really take his time. He only pumped away a few times before he shot his load into me. It was barely enough to give me an orgasm.

"Sorry, about that," he said. "I am in a bit of a hurry. I'll make sure I have more time on my next visit," he smiled and started to get dressed.

"Well," Tracey smiled, "as long as you don't feel cheated. I mean, it was pretty fast. Should we even count this one?"

"Well, that's damned generous of you. If it's okay with the lady, I'll take you up on that."

"She's no lady," shot back Tracey. "How many ladies do you know let themselves be tied up with a penis in their mouth and a sausage in their cunt?"

"You've got me on that one." I nodded my agreement and tried to smile. I'd be happy for him to return a few more times.

"And speaking of misplaced sausages, I'm really sorry about that. To make up for it, let's say you can come back six times?" I certainly agreed to that. "And since she obviously likes sausages so much, feel free to bring along a friend."

My heart skipped a beat. They started to head out the door. I then heard her last statement.

"And as they probably haven't come across a bitch tied to a bed with a penis sticking out of her mouth, take this." She handed him a USB stick. "It's the porn film of our dick bitch here so they'll know what to expect."

I was now completely overcome by panic. Being a sex slave for them, though bad, at least had its occasional benefit. Being turned into a porn start gave me nothing except problems. I had just lost complete control over who saw what happened to my body! I started to whimper; but there was no one there to hear. Was this my punishment, I wondered? I was left in the room to ponder my fate.

I heard the door open and then heard Jake's footsteps. My heart sped up in hopes of deliverance. And the signs at first were good. He unlocked me and removed the things on my eyes which was of course a great relief. I got up slowly and turned so he could remove the penis sticking out of my mouth.

"Oh, no. That's staying. It looks quite good on you, in fact!" I turned and scowled at him as he laughed. I tried to demand he take it off at once, but of course unintelligible moans and grunts were all that came out.

He laughed some more. "The mistress of the house and I are heading out to dinner and a movie. Here's your dinner and a slop buck. When we come back, I'll let you clean it out, if you need to."

And with that, he closed and locked the door. The dinner was more of the slop that I had, of course, to suck up through the penis. I was still covered I dried cum from the day. And, of course, naked. My mind was reeling from what my once loving husband was doing to me. I spent much of the evening angry, scared, humiliated and confused. The sex was great. The best I had ever had. But I was coming to appreciate the cost of being their, and now other's, sex slave. And how there seemed to be no limit.

I heard them come back rather late. Jake opened the door. I was surprised and gutted to see them both standing there holding hands. They were both in bath robes, with Tracey wearing one of mine. She really had displaced me. I looked at Jake pleadingly.

"You've got a minute to clean out the slop bucket of yours and do whatever else you want before we lock you back in."

I couldn't argue so off I shot to the bathroom. I couldn't believe how humiliatingly horrible they were treating me. But I had no time to argue. I did what I needed to do and shot back into the spare room. I heard the door click behind me. I would have wailed to wake up the neighbourhood if they hadn't left the dildo in my mouth. There was nothing left for me to do except try to sleep. It was harder to do tonight. I had had much less stimulation at their hands and the reality of what I had let myself in for was hitting. I kept thinking about how the next day was Monday and I had to go to work. How on earth was I going to deal with Tracey, my secretary and now mistress, in front of others.

To be continued...