Her New Name—Part 5
(panties/cum,
FF/F, nympho, relig, d/s, humil, subslave)
By SM
When
Kari woke up the next morning, she was as horny as a mink in heat, with the
image of Josie sucking Joe’s cum out of her pussy vivid in her mind. She was immediately embarrassed, and felt
very guilty and ashamed. To think that
she’d been seduced so easily by a
couple of lesbians! A ‘good Bible belt
Christian woman’ would never have
been so easily seduced.
But,
after all, she’d gone over there by choice, in response to Joe’s casual
invitation, a guy who had raped her while she was drunk (although, she’s let
him in that night to do that, too, and not stopped him), and she hadn’t done
anything to stop Josie and Wendy, either.
In fact, she remembered thinking that she’d just drink until she felt
numb, and then she wouldn’t be responsible for what was happening, anyway. So, obviously, she wasn’t a “good Bible belt
Christian woman.”
“I’m
not going over there again,” she said aloud to herself. But, she couldn’t stop feeling super-horny at
the thought of being used as a lesbian toy.
Josie and Wendy had French-kissed her, stripped her almost naked,
fondled her boobs, sucked on her nipples and cunt and made her cum so hard
she’d passed out.
But, the “slut within” said, “Not going back?
Oh, yeah? You can’t stop
yourself. You’ll go back and volunteer
to be a bi-sexual fuck-toy, just like your dad said.” At that moment she had an enormous urge to
masturbate, but she tried to push it away, got up and took a shower. She barely made it through the shower without
fingering herself, and when she soaped her nipples and pussy, she had to work
hard not to cum. But she made it
through—just barely.
She
sat down in her kitchen in her thin robe without anything on underneath and had
her coffee. She wasn’t very
hungry—except sexually, that is. She
felt humiliated when she thought that. “This slut thing is getting out of hand,”
she thought—but then she remembered what she’d thought earlier—“Oh, yeah, you can’t stop yourself. It’s irresistible. You’ll go back and volunteer to be a
bi-sexual fuck-toy, just like your dad said.
You get to be a total slut and fulfill all of your fantasies. Who wouldn’t love to do that? You can get your punishment along the way, no
problem.”
God,
that made her horny, just thinking that, and she felt
guilty about it at the same time. She
suddenly imagined herself going over to Josie and Wendy’s house in a low-cut,
cleavage-revealing top, a mini-skirt and g-string, and begging them to let her
be their fucktoy, and asking to be whipped for punishment. She blushed bright
red at the thought—and came. Her orgasm
was so strong, she could feel her thighs get very wet, and she was sure she
soaked the back of her robe with her juices.
“I
was
just a slut,” she said to herself. “Now,
I’m a bi-sexual fucktoy. And, I’m going
crazy.” . . . and
her slut-within added “with lust! . . .
and don’t forget that you can get painful and humiliating punishment along the
way, so that will be taken care of, too.”
She
sighed and got up and got dressed for work starting in the afternoon, then the
evening shift to close. But, she
couldn’t stop thinking about all those sexual images the whole day long.
The
shift went fairly well, pretty normal until about 9:30. They closed at 10 this time of year. Everyone had left the library except her, so
she was just about to start gathering her things up and start doing the close
up routine, when she heard someone enter and a woman giggle and say, “Hi,
Kari!”
She
knew before she turned around that who was--Josie, and Wendy was with her. They smiled at her and came up to her desk.
“We
thought we’d come by to see the library.
Hadn’t taken the time to see it before, and now that we have a friend
here, makes it even more worthwhile.”
The emphasis on the word friend didn’t escape Kari’s notice.
To
her surprise, instead of being upset or nervous about their visit, though, Kari
felt a sense of relief. She didn’t
really understand that, but maybe it was because she hadn’t done anything to
invite them, so it wasn’t her responsibility.
“uhm . . . hi . . . uhm . . . welcome to the library . . .
can I help you find anything?” Always safe to go into the usual welcome
spiel, she thought.
“Very
nice library . . . do you have any lesbian literature?”
“Some. It’s over here, I’ll show you,” Kari
replied. It was in a sort of back
corner, not exactly the most visible part of the library. Lesbianism wasn’t exactly acceptable in this
culture, so the library tried not to make an issue of it, so they wouldn’t have
a censorship battle. But, the tradeoff
for Kari was that she was in the back corner of the library with two lesbians
with whom she’d had sex with the previous night, even though that hadn’t been
her plan at the time. And she was alone
with them.
“Is
anyone else here?” Josie asked. Kari
wished she hadn’t asked that.
“No,
everyone else left about 20 minutes ago.”
Kari regretted saying that, right away.
“Tonight isn’t a big night for the library. I was just about to close up.”
“Good,
then we can greet you the way we really want to,” and put her arms
around Kari and gave her a big long kiss, tongue and all. Kari was stiff and unresponsive at first, but
after a few seconds went by, her pent-up horniness took over, and she started
kissing back. Their kiss went on for a
long time, until Wendy protested.
“HEY! Let me have some,” she giggled, and when
Josie let Kari go and stepped back, Wendy took over. Her kiss was even more arousing, since Kari’s horniness was fired up by now. She’d never had any practice with
French-kissing other women, but since it was one of those ‘taboos’, her
‘slut-within’ kicked in, and started up her sexual engine.
After
Wendy pulled back smiling at Kari’s response, Josie said, “We were wondering if
you’d like to come over for dinner tonight.
. . . and, another thing, too,” she giggled.
“uhm . . . .uh . . . what other thing?”
“We
were wondering if I could have your panties while we drove home.”
Startled,
Kari replied, “uh . . . uhm . . . what do you want . . . them . . . uhm . . .“
she trailed off, blushing.
Josie
looked at her with lust in her eyes, and said, “I’m going to put them into my
cunt, and masturbate until I cum. Wendy
is driving, so I’ll have them to give back to you when we get back to our
place. Does that sound kinky or what?”
Kari
blushed bright red, and coughed.
“I’d
call that a ‘yes,” Josie said. “Do you
want me to help you take them off?”
Kari
blushed even more, and before she could stop herself, she coughed, and it
appeared that she nodded her head—her slutself kicked in obviously, much to her
dismay. Josie didn’t hesitate, but sank
down to her knees, raised Kari’s dress, and began to work her panties down over
her thighs. Kari had no choice but to
open her legs and lift her feet to let her take them off completely. Josie ran a quick hand up between Kari’s legs
to her bushy pussy, and gave it a gentle rub before she let her dress down.
“ummmmmm ummmmm
. . . you smell horny! . . . We can run you by your house first to drop off
your car and get whatever you need, if you want.”
Kari
hadn’t remembered actually saying yes to the invitation to dinner, and she hadn’t
intended to nod her head about her panties either, but she’d always had a hard
time saying no. With the slut-within in
control, there was no point in arguing.
“Yes, I’d better run home first, please.”
Josie
put her panties to her face and drew in a deep breath. “ummmmm
ummmmm!” then she gave them to Wendy, who did the
same thing. “It’s going to be good fun
tonight! Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“No,”
Kari said, and then again immediately regretted saying that, because it would
have been an easy out to go home early. Too late.
“Great!
. . . that way, if you’re having fun, you can just
sleep over with us!”
Kari
didn’t say anything to that.
“uhm . . . I need to
do my closing stuff . . . for the library.”
“Ok,
we’ll wait outside in the car. I may
have your panties ready for you by the time you close up,” she smiled.
Kari’s
cunt pulsed at that, without a thought.
When
she came out and locked up, she went over to her car. Wendy and Josie’s car was right next to hers,
and reached out her fist facing down, closed around something.
“Here
you go! We’ll follow you to your place,
and then you can follow us.”
“uh . . . thanks, . . . ok.” Kari said as she took her
panties back. She could feel that they
were soaked. She got in her car, laid
them on the seat next to her, started up, and headed home. On the way, she thought about how slutty it
felt to have another women cumming while thinking about her sexually, not to
mention how she’d shown it.
When
she got home, she dumped her stuff on her desk, and looked at her soaked
panties. She thought, “I’d better put
them on. She’ll be offended if I
don’t.” And the slut-within said, “Besides that, it turns you on to be wearing
your panties after they been soaked in another woman’s cunt juices. That’s just about as slutty as it gets.”
“I’m
ashamed to say that’s true,” Kari said aloud, realizing she was talking to
herself. To her ‘slutself’ to be
exact. So, she put them on, feeling even
more horny, although she was probably already above her previous levels of
horniness. Apparently the range
expanded, especially if she withheld her orgasm from herself, as she had earlier. She had the thought just then that if someone
else ordered
her not to cum that it would get even more intense. She remembered her husband talking with her
about her being a submissive, and then reading about it later. She sighed again. “So, I was only a slut at first, then I was
a fucktoy,
and now I’m a bi-sexual submissive fucktoy.
And if that wasn’t enough to drive me crazy, I’m going over to have
dinner with two lesbians who had sex with me last night.”
“Don’t forget the
masochistic part. You like pain, you
know,” her slutself said.
“I don’t want to think about
it right now,” she replied.
“Suit yourself. You can’t ignore it, but you can try.”
She
went out, still wearing what she had worn to work, including--or perhaps
especially--the cunt-soaked panties that Josie had returned to her. For a few moments, she was nervous, but that
was suddenly pushed into the background by the surge of horniness about what
she knew she was going toward—that is, doing the ultimate taboo going over to
have dinner with two lesbians who clearly had plans for having sex with
her. If she hadn’t passed by her
previous levels of horniness before that, she certainly did right then at that
moment. [“But, I am only doing what they told me to do,” she rationalized to
herself. “Yeah, right,” her slutself
replied. “You want to be fulfilled as a
fucktoy, don’t deny it.”]
“Just
ride with us, sweetie, save gas in your car,” Josie said, getting out and
opening the backseat car door. “We’ll
bring you back.” Kari noticed that she
hadn’t said exactly when they would bring her back, just that they would.
But,
the real surprise was that after Kari got in, Josie said, “Scoot over,” and got
in the backseat with her. She moved to
allow her to get in, and then she noticed that Josie was wearing a mini-shirt which
was so short it didn’t hide her pussy.
When she had been in the library, Josie had been wearing jeans, but
obviously she’s changed after they had left there.
Wendy
drove off, and Josie didn’t waste any time tackling Kari to kiss her, pulling
Kari’s hand onto her own naked cunt. So,
Kari had a ‘first hand feel’ of another woman’s hot, wet pussy, even though she
hadn’t planned on that. And Josie was
soon reaching under Kari’s dress to feel her soaked panties. “You put them back on! . . . I knew you would!” she said to her as
she kissed her even more passionately, her pulsing thighs against Kari’s legs.
Kari’s
slutself had to push to the top of things, as Kari tried not to respond, but it
didn’t take long before Kari felt herself going into sexual overdrive, much
like she had with Don. Tongues entwined,
her dress pushed way up above its usual place, panties moved aside and Josie’s fingers
feeling inside her cunt, bra . . . well, her bra mysteriously got unhooked
during the kisses and humping motions.
Josie came several times, and Kari did, too—to her own surprise.
She’d
never had any sexual experience in any backseat before, thanks to her
parent’s limits. She had even felt
guilty about anything sexual with her husband when he had wanted to play around
in the backseat while they were married.
She felt a flash of anger about the injustice of that toward her parents. She’d had no freedom to be sexual at all—even
when her dad had molested her.
At
this moment, Kari was not only unbelievably horny, but also rather dizzy and
confused when they arrived at Josie and Wendy’s place. And her lips were a bit . . . uh . . . raw. A lot like she’d had after her fucking spree
with Don, which had sort of come out of nowhere. She’d always loved that part of being
sexy—being kissed until her lips were raw. And, although she had never admitted it to
him, she’d had raw lips many times with her ex-husband after those sexy times
when things were going well in their marriage, but she’d never given him credit
for that. All the same, she’d never had
that kind of kissing spree with a woman before, so this happening today was a
bit of a shock.
It
was a huge house, their place, she saw after she sort of staggered out of the
backseat of the car and looked up in awe, swaying a bit to get her
balance. It was a mansion, and there was even a female butler who asked politely if
she could help her up the stairs.
(Apparently, having a female guest who looked more than a little mussed
when she came out of the back seat of the car wasn’t new to her.) She was dressed in a black bow-tie outfit
with a mini-skirt which was so short that the crotch of her black panties
clearly shown between her legs, an obvious intention. Kari was so turned on at the time that seeing
the ‘butler’s’ panties added to her arousal, which was something new, too. She’d never openly lusted to herself about
another woman’s panties, although, she’d certainly denied the truth in her head
that she’d had many fantasies about sex with other women many times in her
life.
Kari
didn’t know what else to do, but to take the butler’s hand and navigate up the
few stairs onto the front porch, and then into the . . . uh . . . ballroom. At least it seemed that big to her.
Josie
and Wendy came in behind her giggling hysterically about something between themselves.
“Do
make yourself at home, my dear Kari,” Wendy said. “The living room is right through here,”
pointing.
To
the ‘butler’ she said, “Some drinks and some hors d'oeuvres for our guest, Lisa
dear. And please make sure the purple
room and the . . . uh . . . side room is ready, in case we might
need them later. And, make sure dinner
is prepared soon. I’m famished!” Kari remembered her own earlier thoughts
about how she hadn’t been hungry for food, but for sex earlier that same day,
and wondered what kind of hunger her host had.
Kari
followed them to the ‘living room’ still rather in awe of the enormous house
with all of its furnishings, as well as the tapestries on the walls. She noticed the images on them were almost
all sexual, and to her surprise, they depicted both sexes in the sexual acts. She apparently would have to re-think how things
worked with lesbians. Or, maybe she
should think of them as bi-sexual.
Either way, it was totally new to her, at least at this intimate level. “Sheesh,” she thought.
“There’s a whole world out here that I never knew about.”
The
living room was actually smaller, but not by much, than (she didn’t know what
to call it) the entry room—the entrance hall, maybe? She’d read about that in some books. But it had a very nice fireplace, a
love-seat, chairs, couches, and in the corner in a sort of connected room, she
even noticed a king-sized bed, in which everything appeared to be purple. Through the doorway, another connecting room
appeared to be a swimming pool. Maybe
for rich people it was the bathtub, or maybe a hot tub or Jacuzzi, she wasn’t
sure. There were so many tapestries on
these walls she wondered if they hid other rooms behind them, as well.
Wendy
and Josie moved directly to the armchairs near the fireplace and offered one of
them to Kari. She sat down on it,
feeling very meek and powerless, again feeling totally out of her league, as it
were. Lisa appeared with a beautifully
carved wooden rolling cart, the top of which was covered with all kinds of hors
d'oeuvres, many of which Kari had never seen before and was too intimidated to
reach out and take any.
“So,
what do you want to drink?” Wendy asked her.
“uhm . . . what do you have?”
She knew almost nothing about mixed drinks, so she thought she’d figure
it out on the fly.
Wendy
giggled. “We have everything, . . . how ‘bout a rum and coke? . . . you did appear to like those over at Joe’s. Lisa, get her a plate of snacks.”
“Yes,
Ma’am, that will be fine, thank you.” Kari found herself feeling like she had felt
with Desirae after being put in her place, and unfortunately she thought she
sounded like it, too.
Wendy
got a drink for each of them, murmuring a bit with Josie about what she wanted,
made the various drinks, handed them out, and then sat down in the other
armchair. Later, when she discovered
that Wendy was actually in charge, she thought it was a bit odd that she had
made the drinks, but almost everything seemed odd here, so if there were
expected behaviors, she certainly didn’t know what they were, even after the
night was over. Kari had the odd thought
that if they had other guests besides her, she was sure that other armchairs
would mysteriously appear to accommodate them as needed. Lisa reached down into the cart, extracted a
small plate and a miniature fork, loaded it with various hors d’oeuvres, and
set it next to Kari on the end table.
The miniature fork itself was obviously sterling silver and probably
worth a month of her salary, for all she knew.
“The life of rich folks,” Kari
thought, starting to feel excited at the new experience, and a bit more
comfortable. The way this was going, she
wouldn’t have to do or even say anything, which was fine with her because she
had no idea how to behave in this setting.
Josie
took a sip of her drink, “it’s very nice of you to join us tonight. It gets boring sometimes around here. We are living in the Bible belt, after all,
so it’s hard to find partners who are as fun as you are.”
Kari
took a pretty large gulp of her drink, “uhm . . . I can imagine.” At least, she knew how to be polite. But, then, knowing that fun meant lesbian
sex, she took another gulp--“as fun as you are” made her feel nervous again.
“Am
I making you nervous?” Josie asked.
“uhm . . . well . . . uhm . . . yes, Ma’am . . . I’m nervous
a lot about things.”
“I’m
sorry, . . .
can I do something to make it easier?”
Kari
thought about that. She thought so long
that the silence became awkward.
“uhm . . . I think I’m a . . . uhm . . . I think they call it
a ‘submissive.’ I’m not exactly sure,
actually.”
Both
Wendy and Josie brightened up immediately.
“OH! . . . well, actually, we thought so,” they said giggling together
again. “But, since you were in charge at
the library, we weren’t sure.”
Kari
took another long drink . . . to “steady her nerves.” She’d read that in a book somewhere, but now
she knew what it meant.
“Well,
then . . . what kind of submissive are you?” Wendy asked, looking more than a
little aroused.
“uhm . . . pardon me? . . . I’m sorry . . . what kind? . . .
I’m a bit lost here, . . . I’m sorry. What do you mean?”
“Oh. Ok.
So, I take it you haven’t really had any experience?”
“uhm
. . . no . . . except for at Joe’s with you folks . . . that’s about it . . .
my ex-husband talked with me about it, because I think he knew a lot more about
me than I do about myself . . . but I acted like a bitch to cover it with him,
so it all got confused.”
“Ah
. . . so you really don’t know what kind of submissive you are?” Wendy asked.
“uhm
. . . no, Ma’am . . . it’s a bit more complicated than that, though . . . part
of it is I just don’t want to decide things
. . . sexual things at least . . . if someone tells me what to do . . .
but, then it’s always something that I was taught was slutty and bad . . . my
parents always fought about sex, but it wasn’t
. . . upfront, . . . it was
always hidden . . . so, my dad . . . uhm . . . did things to me . . . but, I’m not sure about that either . . .
it’s very confusing . . . but, all I know is that I’m not supposed to decide
anything about sex . . . “ she trailed off, thinking and remembering that she’d
fought her ex-husband when he told her what to do, because it was sexual, after
all, and her parents ALWAYS fought about sex.
If
she did what he said to do, she’d lose control, and her mother NEVER
lost control with her dad. But with her
ex-husband, she never had control in the first place, because he was much
stronger than her parents about emotional things, and even willing to confront
them about it. After all, that’s why
she’d married him in the first place, to combat her parents, which later
backfired. “Oh, shit, did I screw up or what?”
“Ah
. . . so, if I told you to take off your dress right now, what would you do?”
Kari
looked at her, her horniness growing instantly way past the previous
levels. Still looking at her, her
slutself totally taking over, she reached up and started to unbutton the front
of her dress.
“No,
stop.” Wendy said. Kari stopped.
“I
only asked you what you would do, if I told you to do that .
.. I didn’t tell you to do that. . . .
But, I guess you answered that question already, didn’t you?” Wendy giggled.
“uhm . . . I’m sorry . . .
“Why
the long sigh?”
“All
of this is new to me, Ma’am. It’s
confusing. It only started about a month
ago, and I feel totally lost about all of it.”
“Ah
. . . your hidden slut decided to come out, did it?”
“’Ain’t that the truth’, as they say . . . sorry . . . I
mean, yes Ma’am.”
“Why
do you keep calling me, Ma’am?”
“I
have a side job, working for the Rictnors . . . Desirae, . . . uhm, the wife . . . demands that
I call her that . . . she whips me when I don’t.”
“Ah,
Desirae Rictnor,” she looked at Josie and laughed. “She does have a sadistic streak, doesn’t she.” Josie laughed
with her.
“You
know her?”
“Of course. But, that’s not what we were talking about. .
. . But, since we’ve already opened the door about it, did you cum when she
whipped you?”
“I’m
sorry . . . I miss-spoke. She didn’t
actually do the whipping, she had others do it.
But, it seemed to me that she was
. . . erm . . . aroused when they did.”
“Ah
. . . but you didn’t answer my question.
Did you cum when they whipped
you?”
Kari
took another long drink, hoping the numbness would set in soon.
“uhm . . . actually, I didn’t say it right that time, either
. . . I’m sorry . . . they didn’t use a whip . . . they used a flogger . . .
bent over the couch, blindfolded, with .
. . they called it a ‘spreader bar’.
Then they turned me over and he used it on my tits.”
“How
many strokes?” Josie asked, sounding very much aroused.
“8
. . . strokes, I mean . . . I . . . uhm
. . . messed up, and_“
“It doesn’t matter why they chose 8, but you
still haven’t answered my question . . . did you cum when they flogged you?”
Wendy asked.
For
the first time in the conversation, Kari looked up at her, blushing. After a long moment, Kari said, “yes, Ma’am .
. . several times . . . after all, I needed to be punished . . . but, it’s hard
to talk about it.”
She
took another long drink, and looked down again.
The female butler--Lisa, she thought her name was—took her glass after
she set it down, and gave her another.
She picked it up and took another drink.
It was much stronger than the previous one had been.
“Punished
for what?” Wendy asked.
“I’m
not sure, exactly . . . it’s very confusing . . . it’s a sin if I do anything
sexual by my own choice. My parents used
sex as a weapon, . . .
and my mom controlled my dad totally with and about sex, so I’m pretty confused
about all that. Then, my dad would come
into my bedroom and make me do . . . uhm
. . . things, and then call me a slut and a whore and things like that. But, they both made it clear that I was
horrible person if I did anything to make sex happen, with anybody,
really—especially with another woman.
So, it has to be someone else’s choice, or I can’t do anything. But, then, when I do what they tell me to do,
I feel horrible until I’ve been punished for it to pay for it. I’m sorry I’m not explaining it very well,
but I don’t really understand it myself.”
“A
‘sin’,” Wendy said.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“But,
in fact, you’ve explained it very well. Hrmmm . . . well, then . . . this time, I command you. Take off your dress.”
“yes, Ma’am.” Feeling
relieved, she reached up and started to unbutton the front of her dress. This time, Wendy didn’t stop her, so she
unbuttoned all the way down. Then she
stood up, shimmied out of her dress, and stood there with only her bra and
panties on, feeling both guilty and ashamed, anyway.
“We
really need to provide her with sexier panties, don’t we?” Wendy said to Josie.
“That’s
for sure. Lisa?” she called. The ‘butler’ appeared immediately.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Get
our guest some more panties . . . all kinds, the sexy kinds, that is . . .
French cut, thongs, g-strings, all fabrics.”
“Yes, Mistress. And her size?”
“Josie? Take off her panties, and Lisa can use them
to get the size or measure them or whatever.
They look pretty well fitted. And
get her bra size from the tag on her bra.”
“Yes,
they do. Look pretty well fitted, I
mean.”
“Well,
you’ve played with them enough, you should know,” Wendy teased Josie. “Include some vibrating ones, too, Lisa.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, did you mean vibrating panties or
bra? And did you mean remote controlled,
or not?”
“Both, and both, of course . . . and
some other toys like that, as well. . . . go ahead and
get a wide selection, nipple chains, vibrators, butt-plugs, ropes, tie-downs,
chains, and so on. The
works. Oh, and order some
see-thru clothes of all kinds for her, a chemise or three, costumes, all of
them. An evening gown for the next dance
we host. I think you know what I mean.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Josie
went over, got her bra size from the tag, and pulled down Kari’s panties as
Kari blushed again from the exposure.
Josie put them against her face and breathed in deeply.
“ummmmmm ummmmmmm . .
. . ummmmmmmm . . . she’s
really wet and hot now, no doubt about it,” she told Wendy.
Wendy
laughed, “Well, maybe so, but you can lick her cunt later . . . give them to
Lisa so she can get the order out. If
she can get it out tonight, they will be here in a couple of days.”
Josie
laughed and handed them to Lisa, saying to her, “They were soaked in my cum before she put them on. Don’t get lost smelling them while you finger
yourself!”
Lisa
looked dismayed like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “But, can’t I? . . . smell
them at least?”
Wendy
laughed and told her, “Yes . . . but get that order out before that, right
away. It’s not midnight yet, and you
know how online shipping goes . . . hurry . . . off you go, shoo,” waving her
hand in a shooing motion. Lisa rushed
off, but Kari could see as she went that she’d put her panties to her face to
smell them and almost ran into the door frame.
Wendy
noticed that, too, and she commented in a whisper to Josie, so Kari was sure
that Lisa was asking for some punishment, too.
This actually made her feel more acceptable, as though she was among
those who understood her sexually, for the first time in her entire life. Lisa might be very much like her, rebelling even
in small ways and wanting to be punished.
She smiled to herself at that.
Kari
also had noticed they were talking about her as though she wasn’t there, had no
say in the choices. Being treated as an
object was both humiliating and . . . very arousing.
Wendy
looked back at Kari. “That bra really
won’t do.”
“uhm . . . but, Ma’am . . . it’s all I have . . . and I don’t
have that many . . . bras are expensive!”
“Yeah,
well . . . I can get you some better ones, but until then you won’t wear a
bra. Not in public, not at the library,
not even at church, no matter what else I tell you to wear. Is that clear?”
Kari
felt a surge of horniness from her words.
For the first time in her life, she was being commanded to wear—or not to
wear—something that was clearly sexually exposing. “No matter what else I tell you to wear,” was
also a hint about what Wendy was headed toward.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“So,
take it off now.” Kari reached slipped
the bra straps down and moved the clasp around to the front, unhooked it, and
pulled it off. She didn’t know what to
do with it, so she just dropped it. That
left her wearing nothing but her heels.
But,
Kari was now ‘all in’, as they say. She
couldn’t turn back now. “Except that I
don’t make a lot of money as a librarian, so I may not be able to afford the
clothes you might want me to wear.”
“I’ll
buy you all the clothes you need . . .
if . . . and when . . .. ”
There was a long pause.
“If . . . and when, what, Ma’am?”
“If and when you become my sex slave . . . my
fucktoy. If
you become my slave, I will punish you like you need to be punished with pain,
make no mistake—with real whippings, not just a flogging, or the belt that Fred
used on you . . . and . . . ”
“You
knew
about that?”
“Of
course, . . . I
own Desirae . . . she’s a pain slut, like you.
Whipped her earlier today, in fact. She’s a very sexy pain slut, very much like
you.”
“Desirae? A painslut? Your painslut?
. . . and you whipped her? . . . uhm, . . . I’m not even sure I know what a painslut is.“
Wendy
laughed. “Ah . . . a bit much for you to
take in all at one time, is it?”
“uhm . . . well . .. yes, all this .
. . it’s a lot for me, . . . yes . . . a
lot.“ Kari took a deep breath, trying to
collect her thoughts. Her slutself said, “Oh, really? This is what you’ve been waiting for, after
all. What’s there to think about? This is your cunt thinking for you, since you
don’t seem to be able to think well for your own sexual future. You’re a bi-sexual masochistic submissive
fucktoy. DUH!!!
That’s what’s healthy for you . .. not everybody, but
it is for you. What part of that do
you not understand?”
“In
the meantime tonight, while you’re sorting it all out, as long as you are here,
I have some plans for you, if you don’t mind. Are you willing to go on, for tonight? Or, should we just have dinner, and then
someone will take you home?”
“No,
that’s ok . . . I’m enjoying being here.
Thank you for inviting me. And,
I’m excited about all this, so I’m willing to go on for tonight . . . heheh,” Kari giggled.
“I do hope we have dinner fairly soon, though.” That last comment was only “for appearance’s
sake,” as they say. Kari had learned to
“keep up appearances” or there was hell to pay from both of her parents.
“You’re extremely horny, you
mean. Why don’t you tell her that?” her
slutself said.
“I don’t know how to handle
any of this, so shut up, will you?”
“Ok,
so how about a little fun while dinner is being prepared and set up in the
dining room?”
“Yes,
Ma’am, that sounds good.”
“Ok
. . . Lisa?” Wendy said to the sexily dressed female ‘butler.’
“Yes,
Mistress?”
“Take
off your panties, which I know are soaked from this conversation, and put them
in her mouth.” Lisa reached down under
her mini-skirt and slipped her soaked panties down over her thighs. Kari got a glimpse of her trimmed brown bush,
and her wet pussy. Her mouth actually
started to water, knowing what was coming, and at the same time, she was
shocked at her response. Lisa came over
and kissed her on the lips with a little tonguing, and brought the panties up
to Kari’s mouth.
Kari
could smell her juices, and waited.
“Open
your mouth,” Wendy said.
She
did, and Lisa put the soaked panties inside.
She almost came from the humiliation, but instead, the juices started
dripping down her legs even more than ever before.
“Josie?”
“Yes,
Mistress.”
“Come
here and undress me.”
“Yes,
Mistress!” Josie sounded excited. Obviously, she liked undressing other women, given
the enthusiasm she’d shown when taking Kari’s panties off. “Twice,”
Kari’s slutself reminded her. She went
over to Wendy, and kissed her long and deeply.
Then she took her time and undressed her. When her panties came off, Wendy told her,
“Take them over to Kari.” She did.
“Now,
put them on her head, especially over her face.
They will serve as her blindfold, even as they add to her
humiliation.” Josie put them on Kari’s
head and pulled them down over her face.
They were black and silky, so Kari could see a little through them, but
not much. Very humiliating,
and very arousing, indeed! She was glad
they really couldn’t see her blush.
“Now,
go get that new medium sized butt plug and the nipple chain with clamps that I
bought last week, Lisa,” Wendy said.
“Yes,
Mistress.” Kari could hear her walk away
on her stiletto heels, and she imagined Lisa’s naked ass and pussy peeking out
from under her mini-skirt every now and then as she walked.
Kari
told herself that she “wasn’t into women,”
. . . but her slutself said, “Who
the fuck are you kidding? Your cunt is dripping just at the thought of
how she walks around with most of her black panties showing to you and anyone
who wants to look? Do you think your cunt
is dry when she walks around showing her cunt lips and ass with every slutty
step while you are sucking her cunt juices out of her panties in your mouth
now? Check in out now, and you’ll see
how it really is.”
Kari
was suddenly very aware of the taste of Lisa’s panties, that
her bush was soaked, her cunt was soaked, and the inside of her legs were
dripping with her juices.
“Ok, but shut up, I am
having a hard enough time trying to figure this out as it is.”
“Yeah, sure . . . no problem
. . . I’ll just take a break . . . like, I need coffee? Who do you think this is talking to you?”
“I know who you are . . .
shut up for now, anyway, ok?”
“If you say so. . . .
Ok. For now.”
Buttplug? Nipple chain with clamps? She wasn’t exactly sure what those were, but
the idea was very stimulating—as if she needed more stimulation! She breathed in, smelled Wendy’s cunt juices,
tasted Lisa’s on the panties in her mouth—and felt like a real cumslut, no
mistake. Soon, she heard Lisa return and
the sound of packages opening, and something sliding across the floor, like a
stand or a clothes rack of some sort.
She
felt someone move her over to several crossbars—one of them touched her
stomach, and she was pulled across it so she bent forward at the waist, and her
hands were put on the other bar in front of her, so she was leaning over with
her tits dangling down and her naked ass exposed behind. Even more humiliation.
“Put
the nipple chain on her, medium tightness, Josie. And, get ready with the other, Lisa. You know what to do.”
“Yes,
Mistress,” they both said.
Kari’s
nipples were very hard and pointed, as aroused as she was, so Josie had no
trouble putting the nipple clamps on.
She gasped at the sharp pain in her nipples, and started to breath short
and fast, whimpering through the panty-gag.
After a couple of minutes, though, the pain changed as her slutself
kicked in. [Don’t you remember how your ex pulled your nipples up while you were
on his lap fucking him, and you’d climax like a banshee?] And the pain changed, pulsed like a
lightning strike direct to her clit, and her orgasm was unbelievable.
She
remained conscious, but just barely, and when her mind cleared a bit, she
realized that someone had inserted something rather large into her ass while
she was cumming.
“It’s
a lot easier to take the butt plug while your distracted—cumming works well for
that, Kari dear,” Wendy told her, giggling.
So,
there was a plug in her ass. The
humiliation of this violation of such a personal part of her body was beyond
her wildest imagination. It had happened
so fast, though, she didn’t know what else to think about it.
Then,
without time to think any more of this through, she felt someone begin to
caress her ass softly, moving in stroking motions, all over, very lightly, like
a feather, but she was sure they were someone’s fingers. A tingling sensation grew and grew with each
touch. She had no way of knowing where
the next touch would be, and the anticipation created a marvelous tension. She became so focused on that, that she
almost forgot the nipple clamps and the butt plug, and she was totally unaware
that she was moaning in horny enjoyment.
Someone
touched the inside of her legs, prodding her to spread them wider, and she
shifted them one at a time to position her heels several feet apart. Then, she was a bit startled to feel the
fingers on her pussy lips, stroking, teasing, pulling a bit sometimes—driving
her wild. She was spread over a
crossbar, with cunt-soaked panties in her mouth, black panties on her head and
on her face like a blindfold, with a nipple chain tormenting her, hanging down
from her tits, a butt plug in her ass . . . and someone playing with her
cunt. She was more aroused than words
could describe.
They
hadn’t even had dinner yet. The evening
had just begun.