Rich Bitch Widow Gets Renovated

It was a little past eight o'clock on Wednesday morning. I was happy to hear the sisters getting dressed and making their beds. I got up and walked into Margaret's bedroom. Removing the locks on their doors was necessary to show them whose house it was.

Sitting at her vanity, finishing her dark eye shadow, Margaret looked beautiful. Her thick black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a purple bra with matching panties and a garter belt.

"What color stockings would you like me to wear?"

"Off black with your black heels."

She walked to her dresser and chose the appropriate nylons. Pulling her stockings high on her long legs, she smoothed out any wrinkles in her hose and then attached them to her silver garter clasps. Slipping into her heels, she turned to me, smiling.

"Do you approve? I can wear something else if you like."

"They look fine; turn around and bend over; I want to see your behind."

She slowly turned around offering her generous ass to me.

I grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them up the crack of her round ass. She squirmed a little.

"Is there a problem, Margaret?"

She shook her head no.

Running my hand up her legs, I gently rubbed her tender mound. She groaned and squeezed my hand between her nylon-covered thighs.

"Do whatever you want," she whispered.

I removed my hand and smacked her ass.

She stayed bent over, waiting for me to tell her to straighten up. I decided to tell her about the party for Juan.

"I'm going to throw a party for Juan and his brother, with you and your sister serving drinks."

She visibly tensed up but knew better than to complain. She practically spit out.

"That sounds nice."

"I'm glad you see it my way. I think the both of you dressed as French Maids would be fitting."

She pursed her lips,

"I'll have to order some things online. Is that okay, sir?"

No, I've canceled all of your credit and debit cards; from now on, you must write down what you need, and I will do the ordering. You may stand up now.

She was crestfallen,

"I'm sure you know what's best for me, but I'll miss shopping. But it's probably the right thing to do, Master."

"I'm in a good mood today,"

I growled as I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face close to mine,

"But don't ever question my decisions again, and I don't need your consent for anything I do."

She whimpered,

"I won't, Master."

I turned and walked out with her following, her head hung low.

Eden was dressed in a white corset with matching panties and stockings.

"Looks like Eden wants to play the bride who gets raped on her wedding night. What do you say, Eden?"

She was blushing furiously, looking at the floor, nodding yes. I patted her on the head.

"We'll have to ask Margaret. After all, it's her wedding dress."

Margaret looked beat, with a tear running down her cheek, she whispered.

"I don't care. I should have thrown it away long ago."

"Then, maybe some night, we will find out what happens to a bride that refuses her husband."

Breakfast was enjoyable, with the girls eating dry toast with coffee. The weigh-in Sunday night had them worried. Eden was unusually quiet, thinking about the penalty she would face if she had put on weight. Margaret seemed distant; I knew she didn't mind punishment, especially if it meant getting her rear end paddled. I could tell she was getting twinges in her sensitive pussy just thinking about the leather strap stinging her round ass.

I had a few things to check on, so I was gone most of the day. When I returned, Eden was in her room. Margaret was in the sunroom reading a magazine. She looked up at me, smiling,

"Would you care for a drink? Master."

"Just iced tea, Margaret; where's your sister?"

"She's in her room. I finished the kitchen without her."

This was new; she was trying to get her sister in trouble. Wobbling on her new heels, she returned with my drink, bending over, her tits, nearly overflowing her skimpy bra. I pinched her nipple; she groaned and put her head back, whispering.

"Harder, don't stop, hurt me. I'm your whore."

I palmed her tits, tightening my grip.

She straddled me, her dark stockings shining in the afternoon sun.

"Fuck me, I'm yours. Use me like a cheap slut."

She deftly pulled my pants down, stepping out of her panties. She got down on her hands and knees, wagging her ass like a dog in heat. She shuddered as I guided my dripping dick up and down her wet slit. Once in, I pushed with one stroke, making her gasp. Once I settled into a nice rhythm, she met my thrusts, causing my balls to slap her rear. She was crying and groaning, begging me not to stop. I couldn't hold back much longer. I was sure she had cum, but I really didn't care; it's up to women to please their men, and then they can pleasure themselves.

Just as I was getting close, I pulled out and flipped her over, straddling her chest and jerking off inches from her face.

"Please don't," she whispered.

The sight of her helplessness on her back in her stockings was enough to send me over the top. My first stream of cum hit her nose, splashing in her eyes and hair. I continued milking my cum, making her face a dripping mess. She stayed on her back, trying to get up.

"Don't drip any on the floor, or you'll lick it up.

"Unless you want to spend the rest of the night with dried cum on your face, you better get moving and clean up."

She spread my cum over her exposed tits and even into her hair so she wouldn't drip any on the floor.

I walked into Eden's room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, trying to look innocent. I spoke first.

"Why didn't you come downstairs when you heard me?"

"I thought you wanted to be alone with Margaret."

"Stand up and bend over."

With the rustle of her nylons, Eden stood in front of me, bending at the waist, her panty-covered ass begging to be smacked. I slowly stood up

unhooking my belt, I folded it up and showed it to her.

She started whimpering as I brushed it across her round ass.

"From now on, when you hear me come home, you will run to meet me like a faithful dog. Now count out loud, Eden."

I reared back and smacked her. She let out a scream, involuntarily bending her knees.

"One." She sniffled.

I followed quickly, adding two more.

"Two...three."

I lightly laid the leather belt on her red rear end.

"That's enough for now. Weigh-in is tomorrow night, and you may be in the same position. Now run downstairs and help your sister."

Eden hurried toward the door rubbing her ass. Her bouncing boobs practically out of her bra.

As long as I was by their bedrooms, I took their doors off along with the doors to their bathrooms. They didn't need any privacy.

After dinner, we settled into the family room; Margaret took her place on the floor before me, waiting to accept her place as my footstool. After I got comfortable, I snapped my fingers.

"Eden, curl up where I can see you and suck your thumb."

She took her place by the fireplace, still in her stockings and heel, and began sucking her thumb, her cheeks red. She looked up at me and then cast her eyes down. She knew better than to complain.

I was enjoying myself, every once in a while I would lightly kick Margaret's butt, causing her to lose balance and fall forward on her arms. Her curvy ass was shaking.

I was getting tired; it was time for bed. I looked at Eden; she was sound asleep with her thumb in her mouth. I reached into a drawer in the end table and produced a set of handcuffs. Margaret's eyes went wide. I whispered to her,

"Cuff Eden to the table leg near her arm, and if she wakes up, it will be you that's cuffed."

Margaret carefully attached the handcuffs, standing beside the prone body of her sister. She carefully ascended the steps without making a sound. Once in my bedroom, she waited until I motioned to her to get into my bed.

She snuggled next to me, her tight butt pressing on my cock. We lay in silence. I was sure Margaret was concerned about her sister but wouldn't dare say anything. I was curious what she would say, so I broke the ice.

"I can't believe she didn't wake up; I didn't think she drank that much?"

Margaret was quick to answer.

"She didn't. She's worried about the weigh-in tomorrow."

"Eden should be worried. She thinks the punishment is a spanking, but I have something new for you two."

I felt her tense up; she knew better than to ask me.

"Now, let's get some sleep, Margaret." I pulled her closer and cupped her magnificent tits.

As I felt my Master's hands on my boobs, I started to relax. How did I get into this situation? I was the wife of a rich man who could have anything I wanted. Now, I'm a slave in my own house. I don't have a credit card or phone, and the sad part is that I don't mind. I like having to wear sexy lingerie all the time and the spankings I've grown to appreciate.

My Master is asleep, but I can still feel his hard dick pressed against me. I heard Eden whimpering a few minutes ago, and I don't know what to do. I feel my Master starting to wake up.

I must have been asleep a few minutes. I could hear Eden struggling; Margaret was pretending to be asleep, but she hadn't said anything. I pulled away from her slapping her ass.

"Get up and see what's going on with your sister, or we will never get any sleep."

"Yes, sir."

She jumped up, slipped her heels on, and headed downstairs. I could hear them talking, but I didn't understand what they were saying. Margaret walked back into the bedroom.

"Do you want me back in your bed, Master,"

She mumbled, her head hanging down.

"Yes, where's Eden?"

"I sent her to her room to clean herself; she had a little accident; she wet herself."

"I'll deal with her tomorrow, now get on your hands and knees; I'm going to fuck you."

She started to climb into bed; I pulled her hair, forcing her to the floor.

"I don't want any cum on my bed, now get down on the floor and stick your ass in the air."

She quickly grabbed some lube from the nightstand and applied it to her cunt. I mounted her slipping my dick in with one stroke; she yelped and then grunted as I battered her poor pussy, still in her stockings and heels; I'd trained her well. I was tired and didn't last long. Dumping my cum deep in her. I sat on the edge of my bed as she dutifully licked my cock clean.

When she was done, I rolled over, pulling the covers over.

"Sleep in your room. I'm done with you."

"Yes, sir."

If I had turned to look at her, I would have seen a tear running down her cheek, as she slowly walked to her room.

I slept soundly. The first thing I addressed was how to deal with Eden. The girls were up cleaning and preparing breakfast in their nylons and heels.

"Eden, come here, now stand before me and tell me what happened last night."

"I fell asleep and had an accident, Sir."

"Show me where."

I followed her to the family room, her curvy ass jiggling and pointed to the floor; there was nothing to see.

"Margaret and I cleaned up last night."

"Margaret get your ass in here; Eden tells me you cleaned up her pee last night?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you think she should be punished?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Eden, get down on all fours and show me where it was with your nose. Now Margaret push her head down so her nose is in the right spot. Can you smell anything?"

"No, sir."

"Margaret, get the strap out of the closet. And give her what she deserves."

As Margaret walked to the closet, she was shaking like a leaf; she picked out a leather strap. Then, taking a position behind Eden, she reared back and hit her round cheeks. Eden let out a scream as her sister paused and ran the leather strap over her ample butt, then came two more stinging blows. Eden cried out.

"YEOW PLEASE NO MORE!"

I couldn't let Eden dictate her punishment. Looking at Margaret, I held up three fingers, and she swiftly beat her sister until her ass was beet red.

"I think that's enough for now, but if you ever do this again, Eden, I'll get you a litter box."

Between sobs, she shook her head yes.

"Now, thank your sister with a kiss, and I want to see tongues."

With her mouth partially open, Margaret leaned down, her pink tongue darting out, seeking Eden's.

They held the kiss longer than I would have thought. Eden embraced her sister, mashing her tits against Margaret's boobs.

"That's enough; now get moving."

With the sounds of high heels on hardwood floors and the sight of the sisters in their underwear cleaning, I settled down with a cup of coffee.

I had some shopping to do online; this would be a party the sisters would never forget.

Sunday night came, and I decided to give them a break and weigh them before dinner.

"Girls, come up here. It's time."

Margaret walked in feeling confident with a superior look on that beautiful face. In contrast, Eden slunk in with a look of defeat.

"Strip ladies."

They carefully unhooked their stockings, laying them on the bed, followed by their bra and panties.

Margaret was first; she lost a pound. She stepped off of the scale with a triumphant look on her face. I made up my mind I was going to wipe that superior look off her face with my fat dick in her mouth.

Eden gingerly stepped on the scale; she turned pale; she had gained a pound.

"I'm so sorry; please don't punish me. I'll try harder."

She was starting to babble. I patted her on the head,

"Calm down, it's only a pound, but something has to be done. Now, both of you, get dressed and meet me downstairs. I want you to put on black corsets and stockings. I've got plans for the both of you."

I threw two boxes on the floor.

"These are five-inch stilettos I want you to wear them on special occasions."

They both looked apprehensive but wisely wouldn't say anything. They helped each other lacing up their corsets. After putting on their stockings they sat down and carefully slipped into the heels. I stood back and kicked myself for not doing this sooner.

Margaret was the first to stand up, wobbling on the shiny black five-inch heels with pencil-thin silver spikes. Eden wasn't doing any better, almost falling forward.

It was great that they could hardly stand up straight.

But the best part was the tiny mincing steps they had to take to avoid falling.

I went downstairs for a drink, leaving them to put on some make-up.

I could hear them carefully descending the stairs

It was time to have some fun.

"Eden, get over here for your punishment, starting with a gag. Margaret, you choose one and put it on her."

Margaret opened the box; there was an assortment of ball gags and even a cock gag. She smiled and chose the cock gag; it was short but fat.

"First, I want you to tie your sister's arms behind her back; I want her elbows touching."

I gave her a short rope, and she proceeded to bind her sister's arms tightly, forcing her tits up and out, almost overflowing the cups of her corset.

Margaret looked to me for approval. I smiled, and she stood behind Eden and eased the gag in Edens unwilling mouth. Margaret tightened the strap, forcing the cock gag in her mouth.

''Walk over to me, Eden."

Between the new heels and her arms immobile, she had to take small steps, her tits bouncing. Almost falling, she finally stood before me. I took out some money and tucked it into her ample cleavage.

"I'm going to order pizza, Eden. When he arrives, you will answer the door, and let him take the money.

Margaret, I want you to sit on the couch, and put your head back while you rub your pussy.

I'm going to the kitchen and watch."

Eden walked slowly toward the front door, mindful of her spit flowing around the gag onto her ripe tits. She wanted to be at the door when he arrived.

Eden had a panicked look on her face. Margaret knew the look well, and her mind raced back to the workers' gang bang of her defenseless body with Bob looking on.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Eden turned sideways and was able to turn the knob; she stood back with the door swinging open. To say the delivery man was shocked is an understatement. Tony looked at her, almost dropping the pizza. He couldn't believe his eyes; standing before him was a super-hot woman tied up with a gag in her mouth, her tits nearly out of her corset.

Tony was a little concerned. Was this a setup?

I walked out of the kitchen; Tony looked relieved.

I don't know if you've met Eden; Eden stood before him, bent slightly at the hip because of her being tied and the heels. Her tits were held tightly by her corset.

"I gestured toward her; your money is between her boobs. She can't get it, so you're free to fish it out."

He didn't need a second invitation. Sliding his hands between her tits, making sure to rub her as much as he could. She squirmed at a stranger's touch but didn't offer any resistance. He had them just about out of the lacey cups. I was enjoying Eden's discomfort.

"You know something? Eden's tits look a little wet from her drooling. Why don't you pull down her corset and let them dry off?"

He didn't hesitate roughly, pulling the cups down. Her firm tits popped out. He took the money, afraid of what to do.

I smiled. "Go ahead, kiss those nipples, bite them. She deserves it."

Eden put her head back, moaning while he bit and pulled at her nipples. Her legs were trembling from the shocks that were racking her body.

I looked at her sister Margaret, her head lolling back while she played with herself. She had that same haughty look on her perfect face, I had to bring her back to reality.

"Margaret, take the gag out of your sister's mouth."

A look of dread came over her face as she slowly approached her sister. Tony stopped as Margaret wobbled over to them; he was stunned at her beautiful body in black underwear and heels.

Eden's head was hanging down as Margaret unfastened the gag and slowly removed it, unleashing a flood of saliva on her tits.

She held it out from her body, not wanting any spit to touch her. She looked at me, not knowing what to do. I smiled at her.

"Your turn; put it in your mouth immediately."

She looked like she was going to get sick, but she closed her eyes and slid the dripping cock gag in her mouth.

"Come over here, Margaret, and I will secure it."

She minced over to me, still not used to the new heels. I whispered in her ear.

"Do you want Tony to fuck you?"

Gone was the superior look; with tears forming, she shook her head no.

"You are going to have to say something, Margaret."

She was trying desperately but all she could say was "NOOOMFFFTH."

I patted her on the head, "I'll take it as a no."

A look of relief swept over her face, unleashing a flood of tears. I had her sit on a barstool before me.

"Now watch your sister suck cock and get a facial."

"Tony, you may fuck Eden's mouth and be sure to cum on her face; she loves cum dripping off her face.

Don't you, Eden?"

"Yes, master anything you want."

Tony had seen enough porn videos he knew what to do.

He held the sides of her head and proceeded to face fuck her. He pulled out and smeared pre-cum and spit on her helpless face. After five minutes of oral rape, Tony shot one load down her throat and finished on her face making sure to cover her eyes.

He jumped up, embarrassed, zipping his pants.

"Are you sure she's going to be all right?"

"She will be fine."

As she bent over cum slid off her face, mixed with tears. Eden was on her knees as Tony wasted no time getting out. She looked up at me.

"Please get me a bucket. I am going to throw up."

"You heard your sister. Get moving. If she gets any on the floor, you'll be licking it up."

Margaret hurried into the kitchen; she ran like her ankles were tied, her tits bouncing wildly. She returned just in time as Eden emptied her stomach into the bucket.