Della walked from the master bedroom with tears flooding her eyes. She no longer cared that she was naked. She walked into the guest room and fell across the bed. Why did she let this happen? Della remembered all she had confided with Sonya during that first visit. After she had given a guided tour of her home Della had divulged her darkest desires and fantasies. It had embarrassed her to have to do it naked but Sonya had been so forceful. Della had found Sonya even more domineering in person than she had been on line. Yes she had sat the kitchen table after serving coffee to Ms. Harmon. Della answered all the questions directed to her. She had told of how they had moved to this new home three months earlier because David felt Amy was running with the wrong crowd. He had taken the transfer and moved them here. She cried when she confessed she had not met any of the neighbors. Della had felt so alone and insecure. She longed for someone to confide in.
An even harder part for Della was to document all she had revealed to Sonya in an e-mail. It had to be detailed and explicit. All her feeling, fears and desires were to be put into print. It took Della several hours to write. She cried when she clicked the send button.
Sonya took full advantage and stepped in. Soon during the day Sonya was at the house. Ms Harmon, as Della was now required to call her mistress, inspected the house to make sure Della was cleaning properly. Della began to answer to Adams as Sonya extended more control over the weak will woman. On each visit Della was required to be at least half naked, if not totally nude when she entertained Ms. Harmon.
On the third visit Della had to masturbate for Ms Harmon. On the fifth visit Ms. Harmon gave the nude Della a long dark rain coat to cover her nakedness and escorted her to a car at the curb. Della was naked and without a purse, completely at Ms. Harmon's mercy. All the way thru the 30 minute drive Ms Harmon berated Della, telling her of just how worthless she was. When they arrived at an office building Ms. Harmon directed Adams out to the car. Sonya popped the trunk and retrieved a leather bag with a shoulder strap. Bag on her shoulder Ms. Harmon escorted Adams to a side entrance. Once inside Sonya used a key card to open a stair way leading down. Soon they were two stories below ground level. Sonya produced a key and unlocked another door that led to a set of restrooms.
"Adams, it is time that had your first 'sluts six-pack'. We don't have a lot of time if you want to be home before your daughters. So you had best do as I say."
"Where are we? What do you mean a 'slut six-pack'? And why.." That was all that Della managed before two hard slaps to her face stopped her in mind sentence.
"Listen Adams, you are a slut and I will not have any back talk from you. If you say another word I will take my coat and leave you here. Now shut up and just do as you're told." With that Sonya unlocked the door to the men's rest room. It was a dirty place that needed cleaning. Sonya put her hand out for the coat. Della meekly complied. Sonya enjoyed Della's discomfort with being naked in a strange place.
Sonya opened the large handicap toilet stall. It was no cleaner than the rest of the room. Sonya began to set up a video camera on a tripod. When it was ready Della was taken in and told to kneel beside a hole in the partition. Della didn't know what it was called at the time, but she understood the use. She looked up at Sonya. Sonya paid no attention as she adjusted the camera.
When her work was complete Sonya looked at Della. "I see you know what is about to happen. I want you to do a good job. You will suck each cock that comes thru the hole to completion. You will turn to the camera and show the cum in your mouth before you swallow. Then you will show a clean tongue. You have at least 6 to satisfy if you do it right. If not, who knows how many will use you and in what ways. You see this is the maintenance men's bathroom. They all get off in an hour. I am leaving in 50 minutes with or without you. If you haven't performed as you were told I will leave you."
"Please don't make me do this. I am a married woman with two daughters. Please..please..please."
Della saw she was getting nowhere and turned with tear filled eyes to the hole.
"Have fun," Sonya said as she closed the door. In less than a minute the door was unlocked and someone walked in. Della heard a zipper as he stepped into the adjacent stall. Then a man's cock appeared. Della opened her mouth and leaned into the male member pointing toward her.
From the other side of the partition Della heard, "Come on get to work. If I wanted someone to just look at it, I would be with my wife."
Little did Della know that part of the plan was for the men to verbally humiliate her as she was filmed.
Della closed her ears as she tried to satisfy the man on the other side of the wooden wall. Her sobs drown out most of their words. Della was a little shocked when the first cock erupted in her mouth. She had only allowed her husband Dave to do that once. Della started to swallow when she remembered her orders. With tears in her eyes she looked at the camera, opened her mouth to show the evidence then swallowed. Before Della knew it another man had taken a place on the other side of the wall. She went back to work remembering she only had a limited time. Her mind was tormented by what her daughters would think if they knew what she was doing at this moment.
Della had lost count and didn't realize she had completed the assignment until Sonya appeared in the stall. "Well Adams, how was the 'six pack'?" Sonya began to load the camera. Throwing the coat to Della she ordered. "Get covered. We have only a couple of minutes before this place is swarming with men you don't want to see." Without looking back Sonya threw the bag strap over her shoulder and headed for the door. They were in the stair way when two dirty maintenance men saw them. The workers made a rude comment. Sonya grabbed Della's arm and pulled her into the upper hall way. Both were relieved when they saw the exit.
On the drive home Sonya added to Della's humiliation. "Adams, from the comments of the men you are not much of a 'cock sucker'. I guess that's another thing I'll have to teach you. Now I know why your say your husband is no longer interested in you sexually. Guess you must be a pretty sorry fuck too!"
All Della could do was cry. When they got to Della's home Della was left at the curb like a cheap used whore. She took a quick glance to see if anyone of her neighbors might be watching. Della was at least pleased to see none.
Della didn't see Sonya for a week. By that time Della was almost in withdrawals and was frantic. Her children and husband asked what was wrong. All Della could think of to say as an explanation was it was 'her time of the month'.
When Sonya finally called Della she cried with joy. Della was more than happy to be kneeling at the door naked. On that day Della was made to suck a large black dildo for the camera before masturbating with it. Again Sonya mounted the camera on the tripod so that it would be hard to prove Della was not alone.
Della was more enthusiastic than she was in the men's room. The time without Sonya had not been less pleasant that what was demanded of her. Thus Della went all out to please her Mistress, Ms. Sonya Harmon.
When the show was over and the camera put away, Sonya gave Della instructions. Handing a butt plug to her submissive, "Adams, you will put this in place and wear it till I come back tomorrow."
"What is it Ms. Harmon?"
Aggravated Sonya sharply retorted, "It is a butt plug. You put in up your ass. If I were you I would use some lube but suit yourself."
"But Ms Harmon what if...if...well Dave wanted to?"
