les histoires de chrislebo

Jenny,

I can't wait!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.

I had a girlfriend. Yet, I also had two Mistress's and a Mom who was going through her own sexual identity crisis. As I bathed in the afterglow of last night's memories, one after another came flooding back.

Had Mom really submitted to Mistress Megan last night? Had mom submitted to Karen yesterday afternoon? Was Mom a submissive lesbian just like me? As the craziness of yesterday continued to come back to me, I also recalled seducing Ms. Morgan yesterday as well. Had all that happened in one day? I seduced and pleasured Ms. Morgan, Mom submitted to Karen, Ashley and I had our date followed by an intense quickie at her house with her parents downstairs, oblivious to the fact that I was licking and eventually fisting their ******** to orgasm. Finally, coming home to find Mom submitting to Megan. It sounded like a poorly written porn movie, but that was the reality of my sinful Sunday...I could only wonder what Monday had in store for me.

I was just beginning to get out of bed when Karen burst into my room. "Get up slut!"

Karen was dressed surprisingly not in her usual cheerleader's outfit, but in a white blouse, plaid skirt and dark pantyhose, the typical school girls' uniform.

I still had not come to grips with her seducing and domming my ******, even though she had told me she was going to do it. I just couldn't fathom my mom as a lesbian, never mind a submissive lesbian to a teenager who just happened to be her ********'s friend and Mistress too.

I didn't even have time to respond when she questioned, "Why didn't you answer my calls and texts last night?"

"I was on a date, remember?" I answered.

"You understand I am going to punish you for such disobedience," she threatened.

Her threat should have scared me, but after not getting to come last night, the idea of some sort of sexual ********** had my pussy tingling. I also assumed she didn't know about mom and Megan, which I was not going to tell her. "Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good, now go shower so you can tell me all the juicy details of your date with Ashley," she ordered.

I went and took a long hot shower as I delayed giving details of my first ever date to Karen, who could possibly attempt to trivialize or taint the special night.

When I returned to my bedroom there was an identical school girls' outfit for me, except there were thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose for me. I sighed but understood the expectations. A couple weeks ago there was no way I would have even considered wearing such a provocative outfit to school or anywhere for that matter, yet now it didn't faze me in the least. I was beginning to like the attention, breaking the old stereotypes and judging of me.

I got dressed in the outfit and sighed again as I realized that when standing up, people couldn't see the top of my stockings, but as soon as I moved at all, and definitely when I sat down, my silk stockings tops would be seen by anyone remotely paying attention. I should have been ashamed or nervous, yet the idea kind of turned me on. After a lifetime of not being noticed, it was quite exhilarating to suddenly be noticed.

I walked down the stairs and was worried I would find Karen and Mom in some sort of sexual act, and was thankful when I found just Karen having a glass of milk.

As if reading my mind, she explained, "Don't worry my pet, Mistress Megan has made your mom off limits."

"She has? " I asked surprised.

"Yes, Mistress has taken your ****** under her wing," Karen continued, before adding, "That being said, the same can't be said for you."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen," I apologized, trying to explain, "It was our first date and I shut my phone off."

Standing up, Karen explained, "You will always be on call for me, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

"Good, let's get going," she instructed, "I am dying to hear about this date of yours."

Telling her felt like a betrayal to Ashley, yet I knew I had no choice. During the drive, I told Karen about the date and our brief intimacy at Ashley's house, but left out the fisting part.

Karen asked, "So are you two a couple?"

"I don't know. We want to be," I admitted, "but we're not sure we're ready to be outed yet."

"Good call," Karen nodded as we reached the school parking lot. "I have no problem if you and Ashley play or date, as long as you understand you are still my submissive."

"Of course, Mistress," I agreed.

"And I think you should keep it a secret at school for now," Karen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. "High school girls can be ruthless."

"I agree," I concurred.

Once outside, Karen asked, "Ready for your punishment?"

I smiled, "Not really."

"Brat," Karen laughed.

"Your brat," I playfully retorted.

"Like your outfit?" Karen asked.

"It's rather revealing," I answered.

"That it is," Karen smiled, as we headed towards the school.

We were about to go our separate ways when Karen leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I expect you to tell Ms. Morgan that you loved eating her cunt."

"Okay," I said, tentatively, although it seemed like a pretty tame punishment.

"And I want you to obey every order Sabrina makes of you today," she added.

"Oh," I said crestfallen.

"She is my sub too, but after punishing her thoroughly Saturday night I informed her she would remain my number two," Karen said.

"I see," I answered, distracted by her order. Sabrina was the one cheerleader I disliked and I believe the feeling was mutual.

"Should I make it a week?" she asked, noticing my hesitation.

"No, Mistress," I sighed softly, "I will obey, of course."

"Good girl," she smiled, before adding, "speak of the devil."

I turned around and saw Sabrina, also dressed in an identical school girl outfit, including similar thigh high stockings, walking towards us, a big smile on her face.

"Hello, Jenny," she said, reaching us.

Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at Karen who nodded I could answer it. The number was private and I said, "Hello."

"Is this Jenny Wyatt?" the voice asked.

"Yes," I replied, not remotely recognizing the voice.

"Please hold for Governor Green," the voice said.

"O-o-okay," I stammered, stunned by who was on the line.

"Who is it?" Karen asked.

"Governor Green," I answered, realizing Karen knew nothing of my rendezvous with Governor Green back at the Le Chateau Club.

"Sure it is," Sabrina said, her tone snarky.

"Seriously?" Karen asked, less doubtful, but more curious.

I nodded yes just as the Governor spoke. "Hi, Jenny."

"Hi, Governor," I replied, still feeling surreal that I was talking to her on the phone even as I flashed back to my one night with her last weekend.

After leaving Megan at the club, I was taken to a limo where Governor Green was already waiting.

Once inside, she offered me a glass of wine and said, "A toast."

"To what?" I asked, taking the wine glass.

"To new friendships," she smiled, so warm and inviting.

"To new friendships," I agreed, as our glasses clinked.

I sipped my wine nervously as the limo started to drive. The past couple of days had been very overwhelming, but being in a limo with our state governor, a woman I adored as a role model, was surreal...especially since I was pretty confident I was going to have sex with her.

"Are you nervous, my dear?" she asked a moment later.

"A little," I said.

"Only a little?" she questioned with a smile.

"Okay, a lot," I laughed, already very comfortable with her.

Her hand went to my leg; her hand was so warm it sent chills up my back as well as straight to my pussy.

"Megan told me a lot about you, my dear, and I would love to get to know you better," she continued.

"Okay," I agreed, all my SAT vocabulary words having apparently vanished from my brain.

She laughed, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, Governor Green," I replied.

"Please call me Daphne," she smiled, her fingers making the smallest movements on my leg.

"O-O-Okay," I agreed, again sounding like a high school dropout.

"So, you are just coming to grips with your sexuality," she said.

"Yes, Governor, I mean Daphne," I replied.

"You don't sound sure," she said, her hand a constant distraction.

"It is all really new to me," I admitted. "I mean I knew I liked girls in theory, but theory has become reality in a pretty big way tonight."

"It is a lot to take in, my dear," she smiled sympathetically.

"I'm not complaining," I giggled like the school girl I was.

"Me neither," she countered leaning in and kissing me.

I couldn't believe I was being kissed by the Governor of my state. I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment. The kiss started soft and tender but slowly escalated to a more urgent raw passion. Our tongues explored as if we were in a cave without any light source. Eventually, she broke the kiss and smiled, "You have such soft lips, my pet."

"Thanks," I blushed at the compliment and the endearing pet name.

"Are your other lips as soft?" she asked with a sly smile.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, surprised by her naughty innuendo.

"Well, only one way to find out," she said, as she pushed me gently against the back of the seat and lowered herself between my legs.

I stared unable to believe that one of my idols was about to go down on me voluntarily.

"Thigh highs," she commented. "Very, very sexy, my pet."

"T-t-thanks," I barely got out, as I felt her hot breath on my thigh.

"And going commando, you really are a deceivingly naughty little girl," she purred, her head going directly to my fevered pussy.

"I aim to please," I got out, trying to be playful and then cursing myself when I realized how corny I sounded.

"Oh trust me, I aim to find out how true that is, my pet," she replied, before her tongue made contact with my pussy lips.

"Ooooh, God," I moaned on contact, the crazy ********** at the club having kept me near orgasmic bliss all night.

The next couple of minutes were pure ecstasy as she pleasured my pussy in ways I couldn't have imagined before. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: on my clit, teasing my pussy lips and somehow inside me too. My orgasm building steadily since she began pleasuring me, it was only a matter of time before I reached rapture. And when it came, my whole body trembled as I screamed, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeeeeeeees, I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiiing."

My whole body was throbbing with pleasure as I allowed my orgasm to run its course through me as Daphne slowly lapped up my freely flowing juices.

Eventually, the glorious moment ended, as Daphne moved from between my legs, moved up to me and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I was utterly hers.

Breaking the kiss, she purred, "You taste delicious."

I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. "T-t-thanks," I stammered, still sensing this was all a dream.

She returned to her seat and said, "We will be home in a couple of minutes, my pet."

"Okay," I agreed, ready to go anywhere with her. Looking at my hero, her face shiny with my cum, was so surreal and yet, undeniably, it was true.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, demurely.

"I can't believe what just happened. You're my hero," I explained.

"Am I still?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I worshipped you before today, and I do now," I paused, surprised by my suddenly brazen personality, "I hope to worship you unconditionally."

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, which only got me more excited. "You really are the most adorable little thing ever."

"Thank you," I said.

The limo came to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door.

"Come my pet, the night has just begun," she smiled.

I followed her out of the car and electricity coursed through my veins when she took my hand and led me towards her mansion.

The door was opened just before we reached it by a very pretty black woman in a maid's outfit. "Good evening, Governor."

"Good evening, Layla," the Governor responded. "Can you bring a bottle of Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of wine glasses to my room?"

"Of course, Governor," the maid nodded and left.

Daphne led me up stairs and directly to what was obviously her bedroom...although truthfully it was bigger than my entire house. She led me to the bed, smiled and said, "You're so beautiful."

My face blushed again, such compliments not something I was used to.

Sensing this, she continued, as she kissed my neck, "Let me guess, you dress very conservatively at school don't you?"

"Yes, Governor," I whispered.

"It's Daphne, my pet," she purred, tugging on my ear.

"Sssssssorry," I replied distracted.

"Don't apologize, my pet," she whispered, her tongue exploring my ear unlike anything I had ever felt.

"Okkkkkkkay."

Looking back into my eyes, she continued the flattery, her hands going behind my back, "I am serious Jenny. You're a very beautiful young lady."

My whole body trembled at her soft touch and warm words. "Not many people have ever said that about me, besides my Mom," I admitted and joked.

"Let's get you out of this dress and see the rest of you, my pretty girl," she instructed.

With her assistance, I was soon feeling very vulnerable in her bed wearing only a lace bra and thigh highs.

"Delicious," she purred as she buried her face between my small breasts.

The maid walked in with a tray, not even blinking at the sight of what she was witnessing.

Daphne said, "Can you also pull out box two please, Layla?"

"Of course," she smiled, now glancing at me with a knowing look.

I felt slightly ashamed being seen by a stranger in such a compromising position, yet my eagerness to obey this beautiful older woman overrode any sense of ***********.

Daphne unclasped my bra as she whispered playfully, "Let's see these little titties up close and personal."

"Oh God," I moaned, as she put her lips on my erect nipple.

"So young and pure," Daphne said, as her tongue swirled around my nipple.

Layla returned with a gold box and said, "Here is your box, Governor."

"Thank you, Layla," Daphne said, standing up. "Could you unzip me?"

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, going behind the Governor, unzipping her and then assisting in allowing the dress to slither down the Governor's body and slowly to the floor.

Not surprisingly, the Governor had voluptuous breasts and my mouth watered with anticipation at the thought of sucking on them. She was also wearing a blue thong and thigh highs herself.

Layla picked up the dress and put it on a hanger nearby. "Anything else, ma'am?"

"Not right now," the Governor said, waving her away, her eyes never leaving mine. "So do you like what you see?"

"You are the one who is beautiful," I said, star-struck.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder my dear," she smiled, as she unclasped her own bra and allowed it to fall to the ground.

I stared at her breasts like a teenage pervert.

She moved to the bed, fell onto her back and instructed, "Come here my pet, let's see you worship me."

"Yes, Mistress," I too eagerly agreed, as I lay beside her and stared again at her breasts.

"Go ahead, my dear, play away," she smiled.

I leaned forward and cupped both her breasts in my hands. They were so much bigger than mine and heavier too.

"You have such soft hands," she moaned ever so softly.

I leaned forward, wanting to hear her moan again because of me, and took her right nipple in between my lips. I licked on it, sucked on it and bit on it, before moving over and replicating the lengthy attention on her other nipple.

"That's it my girl, make love to my breasts," she moaned.

After a couple more minutes, I began slowly slithering my way down her body. Kissing her belly, her belly button and finally reaching her barely covered pussy. My hands trembling, I grabbed her thong and she lifted her ass up to allow me to take it off.

Once off, I don't know why I did it, but I brought the thong to my nose. Her scent was exotic as it swarmed me like a spray of perfume at a fragrance counter.

"That wetness in my thong is all because of you, my dear," the Governor said, pulling me back into what I had been doing.

I smiled, suddenly a bit brazen, "Well, I guess I should get a taste directly from the source."

"That you should," she smiled back, opening her legs wider for me.

I crawled between her silky nylon covered legs, my hands slowly moving up them, until I was looking directly at her pussy with just the slightest sheen on her pussy lips.

"Go ahead my pet, lick my cunt," she said, knowing I was thinking the exact same thing.

I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began parting her pussy lips. Like Big Rosie earlier, the exotic unique taste was addicting and if I had any lingering doubts of my sexuality (which I didn't after the crazy day I'd had) they were officially ended the moment my tongue touched her. I took my time, not wanting this moment to ever end. I was on the Governor's bed, licking her pussy, and consumed by her scent and taste. I doubted it could ever get any better than this moment (regarding that, I would learn I was greatly mistaken). I slid up and flicked my tongue on her and smiled as her legs twitched.

She moaned, "You really are a little tease, my dear."

"I just never want this moment to end, Mistress," I moaned back.

"Don't worry my dear, this will not be a onetime thing. I already have big plans for you," she moaned, her hand going through my hair and pulling me deeper into her perfection.

A chill went up my spine at her promise. I replied, as I continued licking her wetness, "I am always available for you."

"I know you are," she replied, as she began moving her ass up and down, slowly riding my face for her personal enjoyment. Her wetness gushed onto my face as I desperately tried to lick and suck while she got herself off. "Oh yes, mmmmm, yes, I'm coooooming," she screamed, rather un-Governor like as she held my face tight onto her flooding cunt. I savoured every drop of her pussy cum as if were some kind of purifying water.

Finally, she let go of my head, looked down at me, and said, "And so you only yesterday first ate a pussy?"

"Yes," I nodded, my face soaking wet with pussy juice.

"Well, you are definitely a natural," she smiled. "Now be a dear and bring that gold box over to the bed."

Curious as heck, I crawled off the bed, grabbed the box nearby and returned to the afterglow of Daphne.

"Open it up," she instructed.

I did and was staring at a plethora of sex toys...many I couldn't even begin to fathom how they would be used.

She sat up and joined me. "Want to fuck each other to euphoria, my pet?"

"God, yes," I said, still staring at the box.

She grabbed a lengthy double ended dildo and two strange looking long handled devices.

"Lay on your back," she instructed. As she rubbed one end of the dildo up and down my pussy lips she added, "I see you're still very wet."

"Drenched," I moaned, as she slowly slid the thick long dildo inside me. I watched in stunned silence as she then inserted the other end inside her cunt and slowly moved her body towards mine.

"Oooooooh," I moaned, as the dildo went deeper inside me the closer her cunt got to mine.

"I'm going to fill that tight little cunt, Jenny," she promised, as her legs and mine criss-crossed.

"Okkkkkkkkay," I whimpered, as the dildo went deeper in me than I thought possible.

"Almost there," she moaned, and a moment later our pussy lips were kissing.

"Soooo full," I moaned, as she slowly began rubbing her cunt up and down on mine, creating a new sensation in my body. I followed along rubbing up and down too, making the dildo move all around inside me...touching and teasing every inch of my cunt.

We fucked each other, pussy to pussy, for a few minutes, the only sounds our moaning and the bouncing of the bed.

"Now relax," Daphne said, holding a now buzzing wand.

"Okaaaaay," I obeyed.

"I am going to send you to a whole new universe of euphoria," she promised.

"Aaaaaaaah, fuck," I screamed, the moment the toy touched my clit. The vibrations were intense and created constant waves of pleasure that cascaded right through me.

"I call this thing the multiply-inator," she moaned and giggled as she added, "It gives me multiple orgasms."

"It is driving me craaaaaazy," I screamed, louder than the usual shy me would speak.

"I want you come again and again, my pet," she instructed.

"I have never had multiple orgasms before," I admitted.

"Well, it's time to change that," she purred as she began moving her ass back and forth, fucking the dildo deeper into me. This mixed with the crazy sensations of the wand was too much and I came seconds later.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed, as my body quivered like a 10 on the Richter scale.

She kept grinding her hips, fucking me throughout my orgasm even as my pussy lips were kissed again and again by hers.

"I'm not stopping until you come again and again my pretty little slut," she promised.

Being called a 'pretty little slut' was somehow a major turn on as I was a virgin just a day ago before being seduced by Megan.

I screamed, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your sluuuuuut, your submissive little sluuuuut."

"Yes, you are," she agreed, as she continued fucking me.

My orgasm never really ended before the next one began. The intense double pleasure of the dildo and the wand created a never ending surge of pleasure that sparked a crazy cycle of sexual enlightenment.

My next orgasm was already on the rise when she pulled the dildo out of me and instructed, "On all fours, my pet."

My body quivering, my next orgasm begging for release, I obeyed and watched as she went to the box and put a strap-on on her beautiful body. She said, "I need to change positions."

I laughed, "My body felt like a sexual pretzel."

She laughed back, "Now that is a new one." She joined me on the bed and slid her plastic cock in my pussy. "Such a tight little cunt you have my precious."

"Oh yes, fuck my tight little cunt," I begged, wanting to be fucked...hard and deep.

Her body slammed into me for a few minutes, keeping me constantly on the brink of my promised orgasm and yet not pushing me over.

"Want to come, my little high school pet?" she asked.

"God yes," I answered, my body dying for release.

"On your back," she ordered.

I again quickly obeyed, feeling my pussy juice leaking out of me.

"Take the wand and hold it on that swollen clit of yours," she instructed as she spread my legs and filled my cunt with her plastic cock.

I obeyed again and the pleasure multiplied in seconds. I began babbling like a bimbo. "Oh my, yes, fuck, oh, oh, oh, God."

She leaned forward, making the cock go deeper in me and took my nipple into her mouth. "Come for me," she purred, the vibration on my nipple and clit causing fireworks through my entire being as seconds later another orgasm hit.

"Aaaaaaaaaah, yes, I'm commmmmming," I screamed, as the triple pleasure extended my orgasm.

I have no idea how long she fucked my cunt, sucking on my nipples all the while I held the wand to my clit, but the orgasm just wouldn't end, creating sensation after sensation long after it should have ended. Eventually, I drifted into oblivion.

"It is great to hear your voice, my dear," Governor Green greeted.

"Yours too," I replied, my face burning red as the memories of that one special night flashed through me.

"I have a favor to ask," she said.

"Anything," I quickly agreed.

"I love your eagerness, both that night and now," she playfully said.

"I am always eager," I said, wanting to add Mistress, but finding it awkward with Karen and Sabrina there.

"Tonight I am having a little event at my house for a few special guests and would love it if you were available to be a hostess," she said.

"A hostess?" I asked, unsure of her intent.

"Well, you would serve ****** and appetizers and so forth," she revealed. "Layla has the flu."

"Oh," I said, realizing I would be a maid.

"I hear the disappointment in your voice, my pet," she caught on correctly. "Trust me, you will not be disappointed...plus please bring your new girlfriend Ashley."

"You know about Ashley?" I asked.

"Megan told me that you are in a relationship now. That is how I got your cell number," she revealed, explaining another question that was spinning in my head.

"Kind of," I said, still not sure what Ashley and I really had.

"Well tonight you will both be paid very well, get to meet some very powerful women and, if interested, serve more than just ****** and food," she added, drawing me in.

"I'm in," I said, without a second thought.

"Great," she said. "Can you be here by six?"

"I think so, I may have to get a cab to get there," I said.

"No worries, I will have a driver pick you up. Just text me the address," she instructed.

"Okay," I said.

"And bring Ashley, I would love to meet her," Governor added, before she gave me her cell number.

Hanging up, Karen asked, her tone terse, "What was that about?"

"Megan needs to see me tonight," I lied, protecting my relationship with the Governor.

"Why didn't she call me?" Karen asked, looking wounded.

"I don't know," I shrugged, wanting to keep this lie as simple as possible.

"So, Jenny is mine today!" Sabrina asked excited, her look implying revenge for what happened over the weekend.

"Just until after practice. Jenny, it seems, has another commitment," Karen said.

"Come with me, now," Sabrina ordered.

I looked at Karen for help, but didn't get any as she shrugged, "It's your punishment."

I reluctantly followed Sabrina into school and to the downstairs cheerleader's only dressing room.

She sat on the bench and said, "Hurry up, teacher's pet."

I dropped to my knees between Sabrina's legs. "Get licking, Jenny. I would hate for coach to walk in and learn that prim and proper Jenny is in reality a submissive cunt-licking dyke."

I shouldn't have rebutted, I should have just obeyed, but I couldn't ignore her pretentious attitude considering she also was a submissive cunt-licking dyke just a couple of days ago, "Takes one to know on."

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her cunt. She roughly fucked my face with her pussy until coming a couple of minutes later. My face was coated with pussy juice as she came hard.

Pushing me away, she ordered, looking down at me, "You will keep my cum on your face all day as a reminder of your true position...at the bottom."

I pleaded, the idea of my face shiny with cum mortifying, "Please, Sabrina."

"You should leave now. I need to pee," she informed me, before adding, "unless you're into that, too."

Realizing her implication, I quickly stood up and left. I quickly hurried, head down, to another washroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was thankful I didn't wear much make-up. Although there was a slight gleam on my face, I didn't think anyone would know it was pussy juice.

Every person I walked by I felt they could tell I had pussy juice all over my face, yet no one spoke or reacted any differently. Reaching my locker, Ashley was there. She greeted me, a beautiful smile that told me she was excited to see me, "Hi, Jenny."

"Hi, Ashley," I replied, happy to see her...my whole body going warm at just her smile.

Her tone changed as I got closer to her. "What's wrong?" She asked, already able to read me like a book.

"Karen gave Sabrina authority over me for the day as punishment for ignoring her texts during our date," I admitted.

"Bitches," Ashley cursed, going from sweet, to concerned, to angry in seconds.

"Sabrina wouldn't let me wash my face after she came all over it a few minutes ago," I admitted quietly.

"This stops today," Ashley said with authority.

"How?" I asked, "Karen runs the school."

"Trust me, I'll deal with it," Ashley said.

"Be careful," I said with concern. "Karen is powerful and is okay with you and me."

"I don't need her fucking blessing," she cursed, loud enough to cause passerby to look at us.

"I just don't want you to end up in her crosshairs," I whispered.

Ashley smiled suddenly, ignoring all those around us, as she leaned in and kissed me. My body stiffened at first, shocked by her willingness to make our lesbian relationship public, but her soft lips quickly melted away any concerns or worries about the consequences of being outed...I was a lesbian and I no longer cared who knew.

Breaking the kiss, Ashley said to a few guys and a couple girls who were staring, "Show's over."

They started moving along as I whispered, "Well, that solves one of my questions."

"I am crazy about you, Jenny, and I am not going to hide my feelings for you," she said, her sweetness making me warm inside.

"I'm crazy for you, too," I smiled back, as she took my hand.

"Now, ignore any orders by Karen and Sabrina," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I smiled coyly.

She shook her head, "No Mistress and slave between you and me, Jenny. I want a real relationship built on equality, honesty and...hot, hot sex."

I smiled. Ashley really was the one for me, "That's what I want, too."

"Then we have to put an end to Karen and Sabrina's power trip once and for all," she said.

"How?" I asked again.

"Let me worry about that," Ashley answered.

"Okay," I nodded. "Maybe I could ask Mistress Megan to deal with Karen."

"Let me try to deal with it first," Ashley said. "After years of just following along, it is time to lead."

"That is soooo hot," I smiled, leaning forward and kissing her.

Breaking the kiss I told her about the fact that I walked in on my mom serving Mistress Megan and retold the crazy phone call from Governor Green earlier today.

"You had sex with Governor Green?" Ashley asked, astonished.

"Yes," I admitted. "I hope you're not upset."

"And she wants us to come over today?" Ashley asked, still processing this shocking information.

"Yes," I nodded, although unsure what role we would be playing.

"Wow!" she said.

"Wow, indeed," I replied, just as the warning bell rang.

She gave me a quick kiss and said, "We can talk more, later. Don't forget, don't obey them."

"Okay," I nodded, unsure I could actually stand up to them.

"Be strong, beautiful," she said, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Okay," I repeated, this time with more conviction, loving her sweet endearing names for me.

We went our separate ways, my tummy full of butterflies at the excitement of being in a relationship. I went to class and sat down. The butterflies didn't last long as I heard people gossiping behind me about me being a lesbian.

Suddenly defiant, proud of my sexuality, I turned around and asked, "Do you have something to say to me?"

The two girls, who were gossip queens, weren't expecting my response as one said, "Just heard a rumour about you being a lezbo."

I snapped back, "It is 2014. The term is lesbian."

"Whatever," she shrugged.

"Plus, at least I am frank about my sexuality, unlike you two who are obviously in love with each other and in complete denial" I shot back.

I am not sure what would have happened next, but our teacher arrived and all they said was a just loud enough for me to hear, "Bitch."

I ignored the comment and focused on the lesson.

At break, I received a text from Sabrina, "Same place as this morning, now."

I sighed.

I was just contemplating my response when Ashley came behind me and gave me a hug. "How's your day so far?

I showed her the text and she said angrily, "Let's go."

"I'm not sure now is the time to deal with this," I protested, but Ashley was already walking towards the cheerleader's locker room.

She either didn't hear me or choose to ignore it as she continued her determined walk towards confrontation.

I followed full of trepidation at what may transpire. Ashley was more the silent type, but I was quickly learning she had a strong streak too...which turned me on even more.

Reaching the cheerleader's room, she stormed in and asked, "You in here, Sabrina?"

Sabrina called out from the shower, apparently not recognizing Ashley's voice. "Back here, slut."

I watched as Ashley walked around the corner and said not in a yell, but close to it, "You will leave Jenny alone."

I couldn't see Sabrina's facial reaction, but did hear it. "Fuck you, Ashley."

"Look, bitch," Ashley snapped. "You can act all high and mighty and pretentious, but we all know you are a submissive slut, a complete puppy dog to Karen."

"I am not," Sabrina snapped back, always hating when people saw her as second fiddle to Karen.

"Really?" Ashley laughed harshly, as I turned the corner to see the confrontation.

"You're the follower," Sabrina countered.

"Yes, I was," Ashley agreed, "but no more."

"Yeah right," Sabrina laughed.

"Leave Jenny alone," Ashley repeated.

"Or what?" Sabrina asked.

Ashley pulled out her phone and after a moment said, "Or these go viral."

Sabrina's confident smile faded and she stammered, "Y-y-you wouldn't."

"Not unless you make me," Ashley said firmly.

"Karen is going to **** you," Sabrina said.

I was dying to know what blackmail evidence she had of Sabrina.

"Let me worry about that," Ashley said, walking directly to Sabrina. "Let's make sure you understand how serious I am. On your knees, Sabrina."

"You've got to be kidding me," Sabrina said, her tone full of spite.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Ashley asked, a confidence in her that was a major turn on.

"I need to get to class," Sabrina pointed out.

"You can be late," Ashley retorted. "Now, get on your fucking knees."

Hearing her swear again enhanced my crush on her. She was so adorable, so cute, so sexy and so damn confident.

Sabrina pleaded, realizing her predicament, "Please, Ashley."

"Please may I eat your cunt?" Ashley asked. "Why yes you may. Now get on your fucking knees before I decide to make you a web sensation."

Sabrina, defeated, dropped to her knees.

"Crawl to Jenny," Ashley ordered.

Sabrina obeyed, glaring at me, as if this was all my fault.

"Beg to eat her pussy," Ashley instructed, once Sabrina got to me.

"May I eat your pussy?" she asked, pathetically.

"Be convincing," Ashley demanded.

"Jenny, may I please lick your pussy?" Sabrina asked, her tone slightly more believable.

Building confidence in Ashley's defence of me, I answered, turning around, "Lick my asshole instead, slut."

Ashley laughed, "Jenny, you never stop amazing me. Do as you're told, ass slut."

I felt her hands on my butt cheeks and then a moment later Sabrina's tongue was licking my butt hole. It was an oddly satisfying moment, putting this diva bitch in her place.

After a minute of ass licking, which somehow made my cunt wet, I turned back around and shoved my cunt in her face and ordered, "Lick me, cunt-slut."

I looked at Ashley who was smiling at me, while I held Sabrina's head between my legs. When she didn't immediately lick, I slapped the back of her head and she began licking.

Ashley walked over to me and kissed me. The contradiction of the softness of her lips and the gentleness of her passion, mixed with the grinding I was now doing on Sabrina's tongue had me near orgasm very quickly and when I came a few moments later, I moaned into Ashley's mouth while holding Sabrina tight against my leaking pussy.

Letting go, I broke Ashley's kiss and, looking down at a cum covered Sabrina, asked, "So you understand that you're our bitch now?"

"Yes," she replied, her pretentious persona gone as she seemed to accept her natural submissiveness...like I had before.

Ashley took my hand and said, "We're late for class."

I walked a few steps away, before stopping and adding, "And don't you dare wash your face. I want my pussy juice on your face as a reminder that you're now our bitch."

"Okay," she weakly agreed.

"Okay, what?" I asked, somehow building a newfound confidence because of Sabrina.

"Okay, Mistress," she replied.

"Mistresses," I corrected, before pulling Ashley out with me.

Ashley said, "That was hot watching you dom her."

"You're hot no matter what you do," I complimented back.

"Ladies," a voice from behind startled us.

We both turned around, letting go of each other's hands and saying in unison, "Hi, Principal Parker."

"Shouldn't you two be in class?" he asked, looking at our outfits.

"Yes, sir, that is where we're going," Ashley answered.

"Shouldn't you already be there," he asked.

"Yes, but Jenny had girl problems if you know what I mean and didn't have any pads, so I got one for her from my cheerleader's bag," she explained.

"Okay, okay," he nodded, waving his hands, clearly uncomfortable with the implied reason, "just get to class."

Turning back around, I could barely keep from breaking out in laughter until we were out of ear's reach. I quipped, "That was ****** quick."

Ashley burst out laughing, "That's funny." She kissed me quickly and said, "Meet me at our table at lunch."

"The cheerleader's table?" I questioned, fearful of Karen's reaction if she learned what we had just done to Sabrina.

"Of course," she winked and headed to her class as I reluctantly headed to mine.

An hour later, trepidation filling me, I headed for lunch. As I walked towards the table I saw that Sabrina was already there and sitting with Karen. A chill went up my spine, nervous of what may transpire, but realizing we were in the cafeteria, I realized that there would be no confrontation...Karen's reputation was everything.

I sat down, glimpsing at Sabrina who was unnaturally quiet. Ashley joined a moment later and with other cheerleaders joining us too we actually discussed adding a new number to our routine.

Lunch ending, only Ashley, Sabrina, Karen and I still sat at the table, Ashley said, "Karen we need to talk."

"Talk away," Karen said, although she was typing on her phone and not really listening. I noticed Sabrina, still unnaturally quiet, look up with curiosity.

"Look at me, Karen," Ashley demanded, her tone again firm.

Karen looked up, clearly surprised by the usually quiet Ashley speaking with such authority. "Yesssssss?" she questioned.

"Jenny and I are an item," Ashley announced.

"So I read about on twitter," she shrugged, showing us the tweet.

Ashley and Jenny are dykes.

I stared at the words...dykes such a crude term for something I felt was beautiful.

"Coach is going to be pissed," Karen said disapprovingly.

Ashley ignored the condescending tone and continued, "And Jenny is no longer your submissive."

"Is that so?" Karen said, still not taking Ashley seriously.

"Yes," Ashely replied.

"Jenny, what do you have to say about this?" Karen asked.

Ashley took my hand under the table, giving me the strength I needed. "Karen, I am so thankful for all you have done for me, but I," I paused, before saying, "love Ashley."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Karen asked, before adding, turning to look directly at me, "I have no problem with you two being a couple, but Jenny, you're still my pet."

Ashley interjected, "No, she isn't."

"I wasn't asking you, wallflower," Karen dismissed Ashley, her eyes still locked on me.

I felt completely overwhelmed. Karen was my first crush and had opened so many doors for me at school, and assisted in helping me find my true sexuality, opened up my submissive side and even created a sultry side I didn't know existed...ironically, I was the wallflower before Karen transformed me into a popular cheerleader in only a couple of days (in essence a lesbian version of an 80s movie). Yet, conversely, Ashley had opened up a much deeper, sweet side of me...allowing me to be comfortable in my sexuality and begin a relationship as equals. I went with my heart, "I'm with Ashley."

Karen stood up. "We will deal with this later," she said, implying the conversation wasn't done.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley countered, although her dripping sarcasm made it clear she was mocking Karen.

Karen, glaring at Ashley, threatened, "You shouldn't fuck with me, Ashley."

Ashley wasn't fazed by Karen's glare that seemed to always work, instead quipping, "No, no, no, I'd rather fuck you."

"This isn't over," Karen warned, before adding "Let's go, Sabrina."

Ashley shot back, as Sabrina stood up like the follower she was, "Plus, don't you already have your own pet?"

Sabrina snapped back, "Fuck you!"

"I already did," Ashley shot back, the true meaning unknown to Karen.

Once they were gone, I said, "Holy ****, I thought Karen was going to explode!"

"I'm used to her eruptions," Ashley shrugged, before smiling, "although I really like your eruptions better."

"You're soooo bad," I smiled back.

"And yet, soooo good," she retorted as the bell rang.

Feeling confident in our relationship and no longer caring about what others thought, I leaned in and kissed her.

"Meet you after school?" I asked.

"There is no way I am letting you go to Governor Green's alone," she smiled.

"Are you getting jealous?" I teased.

"From now on, we do everything together," she answered back, kissing me again.

"Hmmmm, I like that," I said, feeling all warm inside.

"Plus, I still owe you one," she smiled.

"One what?" I asked, confused.

"An orgasm, silly," she winked, "we were so rudely interrupted by my parents."

I laughed, "Darn parents."

We went our separate ways and I was on cloud nine until English class, when I had to see both Karen and Miss Morgan. I wasn't overly nervous about seeing Miss Morgan, she wasn't going to tell anyone, but Karen, after our earlier confrontation, was a wild card.

When I got to class Karen pointed to a seat in front of her. Reluctantly, not as strong on my own as I was with Ashley, I sat where she told me to.

"I am very disappointed with you," Karen whispered.

A chill went up my spine at her tone, but I remained silent.

"I want you to go up to Miss Morgan right now and tell her you want to eat her pussy after school today," she continued.

My face paled. If Ashley was here, she would stand up for me. Yet, on my own I didn't have the internal strength she did. I stammered, "I-I-I can't do t-t-that."

"Now!" she ordered, "before the rest of the class shows up."

"Please," I pleaded, turning around.

"Now, or I will reveal your relationship with her to the class," she threatened.

Sensing her threatening tone, I stood up and, with immense trepidation, went to Miss Morgan who smiled at me as I approached. Reaching her, I whispered, "I'm so sorry to say this Miss Morgan, but Karen is blackmailing me."

Miss Morgan looked up at Karen as her face went white too.

I continued as students continued filing in, "After school today, I am supposed to eat your pussy in your classroom."

"Oh, God!" she gasped.

"Sorry, Miss Morgan, she is punishing me for my disobedience," I explained.

"Go sit down, Jenny," she instructed, clearly stressed out by my words.

"Yes, Miss Morgan," I nodded, feeling bad for pulling her into my roller coaster ride of love and **********.

Returning to my seat, Karen purred, "Good pet."

My face burning red, I stared straight ahead and prayed she would leave me alone for the rest of the class...which thankfully she did.

Miss Morgan, impressively, was able to push away the after school situation and potential of being outed, as she introduced us to Hamlet and we began reading Act 1.

The bell rang and Karen ordered, "Stay, puppy."

The condescending words flustered me; it was obvious she was trying to re-establish that she was the domme in the relationship.

"Karen, please," I pleaded, knowing I wasn't strong enough without Ashley to stand up to her.

"Please let you eat Miss Morgan's cunt at her desk while I chat with her?" Karen asked, presumptuously.

"This isn't appropriate," I pointed out.

"Neither was your disapproval," she countered, walking towards the door as the last of the class exited the room.

Miss Morgan was at her desk, pecking away on her computer, but her red cheeks told me she was nervous about what may happen now.

Karen closed the door, blocking the window, as she ordered, "Karen, crawl under Miss Morgan's desk."

Miss Morgan gasped, looking up from her computer, "Karen!"

"No, sorry I don't eat cunt usually, women eat mine," Karen retorted, before asking, "unless you want to eat mine now?"

I didn't move, paralyzed by the *********** that Karen was dishing out to both of us...feeling tremendous guilt for putting Miss Morgan in this spot.

Miss Morgan, stood up, and demanded, "Ms. Pepper that is enough."

"Actually it is Mistress Pepper," Karen corrected.

"Please leave," Miss Morgan asked, her eyes showing complete fear.

"Miss Morgan, this is pretty simple. My pet has been disobedient and needs to be disciplined," Karen explained, before turning to me and asking, "Why are you still at your desk?"

"Karen this has nothing to do with Miss Morgan," I countered.

"It does now," Karen shrugged, before ordering, her tone again shifting to do-as-your-fucking-told, "Get under Miss Morgan's desk now!"

Reluctantly, I stood up and began walking towards Miss Morgan.

"This is not the place," Miss Morgan said, her tone a mixture of embarrassment, worry and shock.

"Would you rather we go to your place?" Karen asked.

"I have a meeting to go to," Miss Morgan said, trying to get out of the awkward predicament.

"Then we'd better hurry," Karen countered, before throwing down the threat I knew was coming. "Unless you want the whole school and administration to know you're a lesbian."

I reached Miss Morgan as she pleaded, "Karen, please no."

"Then obey like a good pet teacher," Karen instructed "and let my pet complete her task."

I said, "I'm so sorry, Miss Morgan," before disappearing under her desk.

"Can't we discuss this?" Miss Morgan asked.

"Sure," Karen agreed, "as soon as Jenny is beneath your desk and is licking your box."

"My box?" Miss Morgan asked.

"Pussy, cunt, twat," Karen listed, "which word do you prefer?"

"Karen..."

"Sit down now, Miss Morgan," Karen ordered.

Miss Morgan walked around to her desk as Karen asked, "Pantyhose or thigh highs Miss Morgan?"

"Pantyhose."

"Pull them to your ankles" Karen instructed.

I watched Miss Morgan, now standing directly in front of me, as she obeyed the request.

"Panties, too."

Miss Morgan obeyed again.

"Sit."

Miss Morgan obeyed, looking down at me.

"Roll your chair in."

Soon, I was between Miss Morgan's legs.

"Lick away, Jenny," Karen ordered.

Miss Morgan's pussy directly in front of me, the undeniable pull to obey again strong, had me eager to obey. I leaned forward and began licking her. To my surprise, Miss Morgan was soaked and I wondered if it was because she too was submissive...she didn't really show any hints of submissiveness when I submitted to her on Sunday.

Miss Morgan moaned as my tongue made contact and Karen said, assumedly with a smirk on her face, "It looks like my pet obeyed my order."

There was no talking for a moment while I focused on licking Miss Morgan's pussy.

Finally, Karen asked, "Enjoying Jenny's tongue, Miss Morgan."

"Please I don't want to lose my job," Miss Morgan pleaded.

"Miss Morgan, I have no intention of outing you," Karen said.

"Thank you," Miss Morgan responded with a slight moan.

"That said, it is obvious you are in desperate need of a Mistress," Karen continued.

"Excuse me?" Miss Morgan questioned.

"You just let a student crawl under your desk and eat your pussy just because I told you to," Karen pointed out.

"You threatened to out me," Miss Morgan pointed out.

"You didn't really put up much of a fight," Karen countered.

A moment later, I heard a thud as Karen said, "What the hell?"

I froze, Miss Morgan's nectar on my lips.

"Karen, where is Jenny?" I heard Ashley ask.

"Why, I have no idea," Karen replied, acting innocent in such a way where she was making it obvious she did indeed know.

"Tell me," Ashley threatened.

Miss Morgan interjected, "Girls, could you please move your conversation somewhere else, I have work to do."

"Oh, s-s-sorry, Miss Morgan." Ashley apologized suddenly realizing she and Karen were not alone.

"Yes, sorry Miss Morgan, I am sure you have something to finish," Karen replied, giving a hint to Ashley.

A moment later, the door closed and I expected Miss Morgan to roll her chair out, but instead she said, "Jenny, please get me off, I'm so close."

Although surprised, I was eager to comply, as I buried my face in her pussy and licked hungrily. I sucked her clit between my lips, and slid two fingers inside her.

"Oh God," she moaned.

It didn't take long as I focused on her clit while finger fucking her cunt before I felt a gush of cum coat my face. I kept licking until she rolled her chair away a few seconds later and whimpered, "Get out from there, Jenny."

I quickly did and she stood up and just as quickly tugged up her panties and pantyhose.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," I apologized.

"It's my fault, Jenny," she said, "I'm the adult."

"I'm still sorry," I repeated.

"I'll deal with Karen," she said.

"She is going to want to make you her submissive," I warned.

"And I may let her," she shrugged, giving a mischievous smile.

I laughed, "It's a lobster trap."

"I really do have a meeting," she said, glancing at her watch, "that I am now late for."

I grabbed my bag and headed out. I was startled when I saw Ashley and Karen in the hallway loudly talking to each other.

Ashley was in mid-sentence when she saw me leave Miss Morgan's room.

Karen smiling said, "I'll let you two chat."

Ashley threatened, "This isn't over."

"I couldn't agree more," Karen replied, walking away.

I walked to Ashley and apologized, something I seemed to be doing a lot lately, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stand up to Karen."

A moment later Miss Morgan came out of her class, seeing us, her face went red and she walked the other way.

Ashley, perplexed at first and then looking back at me, my face shiny with pussy juice, asked, "Karen made you eat out Miss Morgan?"

"It's a long story," I answered, worried I may lose Ashley.

"I have time," she said, looking upset, as if I had betrayed her completely.

I retold the whole story from last week's flirting, to Sunday's seduction and Karen's blackmail today. When done, I finished with another apology, "I'm so sorry, Ashley. I want to be with you, but I was worried that Karen would out Miss Morgan."

"I'm not mad at you," she said, pulling me to her and kissing me.

When she broke the kiss, she smiled and said, "Don't we have a limousine to catch in a couple of hours?"

"Indeed we do," I smiled back, before adding, "I have a plan for Karen."

"You do?" she asked.

"It's another long story," I admitted, as I took her hand and started telling the complete story of how I ended up where I am today, no longer leaving anything out as I even explained Karen domming my ****** and walking in on my mom and Mistress Megan after our date last night.

"Oh my," Ashley said, "you really can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"

I smiled, "But the more you read the book the more you learn."

"Well, let's go talk to Megan," Ashley said, "I want to devour the book whole and get to the riveting climax."

"What about the happy ending?" I coyly teased.

"Oh, we are only in the opening chapters, Jenny," she smiled, as we walked past the gym and towards the parking lot.

I asked, "What about cheerleading practice?"

"Fuck them," she shrugged, as we walked towards her car.

"Well I'd rather you fuck me," I flirted, the words sounding both naughty and romantic.

Ashley asked as we reached the car, "Is your mom going to be home?"

"Not for another hour," I replied.

"Good, then I will do just that," she said.

"What is that?" I asked playfully once we were in the car.

"Fuck you," she smiled, reaching into the back seat and putting a duffle bag on my lap.

As she began driving, I opened the bag and saw a big black strap-on cock. "Oh my," I said, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. "You really do plan to fuck me."

"Oh, I plan more than that," she promised, her hand going to my leg, causing a chill to go through my entire body.

"You too are a book I plan to read through thoroughly," I smiled, bringing the book metaphor back.

"I'm a real page turner," she quipped, giving my leg a firm squeeze.

As we drove, I was giddy with excitement. Looking at her, I knew I was in love with her, as strange as that seemed in such a short time. Yet, there was no doubt my feelings for her were way more powerful than those for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone else. I longed for her and she accepted me for who I was.

We were in this together and starting our journey as a couple. We would talk with Megan together to deal with Karen together; we would go to Governor Green's together and experience whatever was lying in store; we could walk together at school hand in hand...ready to break the social expectations that would judge us.

Pulling up in front of my house, I couldn't wait to make love to her. With Karen it was sex and **********. With Ashley it was something completely different: it was soft and intimate and yet with an even stronger intensity than the thrill of **********...although I revelled in both...although her promise to fuck me created a whole new level of potential naughtiness to our growing intimacy...reflecting on her begging me to fist fuck her last night.

As we went into the house, I knew we had a crazy night ahead and an even crazier week, yet all I wanted to do was be in the arms and between the legs of Ashley (well, maybe also on all fours as she fucked me).

The rest of the craziness...that would have to wait.

The end...for now?

Ashley and I brought each other off in my bedroom, in a lengthy, sweet, sixty-nine before I said, "We need to go talk with Mistress Megan."

Ashley said, "I find it weird you have an adult Mistress."

"Without her we would have never really got to know each other," I smiled, kissing her generously.

"True," she nodded. "And maybe she can help us with this Karen problem."

"I hope so," I nodded.

Five minutes later we knocked on Megan's door with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Part of me knew I couldn't let Karen control me with such carelessness and yet another part of me enjoyed the utter ********** and mindless following. After all, she was the one who had transformed me from a nerdy wallflower to popular sexy cheerleader (Of course, with a major assist to Mistress Megan).

On another note, I was undoubtedly falling in love with Ashley. I wanted to be with her and be her girlfriend... Yet, I also wanted to be the submissive I naturally was... and I wasn't sure Ashley could play the dominant I craved.

These conflicting and confusing thoughts were ricocheting in my head as Megan opened the door.

"Speak of the devil," she smiled.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"Yes, we need to," she nodded, as she glanced down and saw I was holding Ashley's hand.

"And you must be Ashley," Megan greeted.

How would she know that? I hadn't yet told her about Ashley.

"I am," Ashley nodded, clearly nervous in the presence of my original Mistress.

"Please come in," she said.

We did and I was surprised when little Max didn't come running. I asked, "Where is Max?"

"With your ******," she answered, her tone and look somehow telling me something was going on. "Let's go to the living room and talk."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, wanting to make it clear I was still her pet.

As we walked onto the living room, I was shocked to see Karen sitting there sipping on a Slurpee.

"Hi, my slut," Karen purred, with a wicked smile.

"You bitch," Ashley snapped, instantly getting protective, which I found sexy and comforting. I loved having someone who cared about me that much.

Mistress Megan said in a firm, no nonsense tone, "There will be none of this silly high school power trip drama in my home. Is that clear?"

Both Karen and I responded simultaneously, "Yes, Mistress."

I squeezed Ashley's hand with intent and she apologized, "Sorry ma'am. That was disrespectful in your home."

Megan nodded, "It's okay, but don't let it happen again."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded, clearly nervous in front of Megan, who just oozed an authoritative persona that demanded respect... even though it was disguised by a civility and normality that was hard to explain.

"And no more of this ma'am stuff," Mistress Megan continued, "it makes me feel old. Please call me Megan."

"Okay, Megan" Ashley nodded, seeming to relax slightly.

"Please sit," Mistress Megan said, as if she was inviting us in for coffee.

We did.

"So Karen tells me we have a problem," she began as she sat down.

"Mistress, it's got complicated," I began.

"I understand complicated," she nodded, before saying, "Now please tell me your version of today."

"Um, I," I wasn't sure what to say.

"May I?" Ashley asked.

"No," Megan shook her head. "I need to hear it from Jenny."

I took a deep breath and retold the day including the call from Governor Green, the conflict with Sabrina, the *********** towards Miss Morgan and the tension between Ashley and Karen.

Once done, Megan asked, as if she was a psychiatrist, "And how does all this make you feel?"

"Confused," I admitted.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I'm conflicted," I admitted.

Ashley interjected, "Jenny wants Karen and the others to leave her alone."

"Is that true?" Megan asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked.

I felt bad at not being able to just say yes. But as I looked at Karen, my first female fantasy and the girl who had taken me under her wing I was immediately confused again.

Megan, somehow able to read my confusion, said, "Well, I see a couple of problems and a few different resolutions."

We all looked at her as if she was the messiah who could solve all our problems.

Megan began, turning to Karen, "First, you. You were careless with your pet. ******* her onto her teacher and then with the other cheerleaders is not going to build trust. That takes time."

Karen's usually confident aura faded as she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

"You need to understand your pet's needs as they are as important, if not more important, than yours," Megan continued.

"I understand," Karen nodded.

"Do you?" Megan asked. "Tell me what Jenny needs."

Karen looked at me, as if the answer was written on my face.

Ironically, I couldn't answer that question. I was more confused now than I was when I was questioning my sexuality before Megan awakened my submissive side.

Megan laughed after a pause. "It's an unfair question. Our sweet Jenny doesn't even know what she wants. But as a Mistress you have to help her discover what she wants and more importantly what she needs."

"How do you do that?" Karen asked, seemingly curious to know.

"It takes time, understanding and experience," Megan said. "And you are still very young."

"Okay," Karen said, looking confused.

"Karen, you have the potential to be a great Mistress, but you are trying to be a domme," Megan said.

"There's a difference?" Karen asked.

"A big one. A domme revels in dominating her subject. The relationship, if it can even be labelled as such, is hierarchical with a clear top and bottom. Which, by the way, was forever immortalized in 'Shades of Gray'. But that series is hugely flawed as in the end, he changed and became compassionate. Real life people don't change, not in such predominant ways. If there was a part four, it would likely be him cheating on her."

"Those books were terrible," Ashley chipped in.

"Yet, you read all three," Megan pointed out.

"Yes," Ashley nodded.

"Because we all want the happy ending. The crazy belief held by women that we can change men. We can't. Trust me, I've tried. Oh sure, we can get them to put the toilet seat down or learn how a laundry machine works, but those are trivial things. You can't change personality. Anyway, now I'm lecturing. What was my point?"

"Mistress versus domme," I reminded her, curious what the difference was.

"Right, right," Megan laughed. "So a Mistress, on the other hand, cares for her submissive as if they are one of her ********. She will reward them when they are good, punish them when they are bad. But she will always look out for the best interests of her pet. A pet's greatest pleasure is from pleasing her Mistress. Conversely, the greatest pleasure a Mistress receives is from watching her submissive get what she needs. It is more than sex. It's an unspoken understanding that both Mistress and submissive gain equally, albeit in very different ways. With a domme it is sex and power. There is no love."

"Oh, God," Karen said, clearly mortified by the realization of her treatment today.

"Now Karen," Megan continued, "don't be too hard on yourself. Wasn't it Shakespeare who said 'absolute power corrupts absolutely'?"

"In Macbeth," I nodded, like the geek I am.

"Right," Megan nodded. "The point I'm making, although long winded, is Karen you lost your way today. You let power get to your head. Do you care about Jenny?"

"Yes," Karen nodded.

"And is sharing her thoughtlessly with a vindictive person a good form of discipline?" Megan questioned.

"No," Karen admitted.

"And is blackmailing a teacher into potentially losing her job so you can make a point a responsible thing to do?" Megan continued.

"No," Karen whispered, guilt written all over her face.

I jumped in, feeling guilty seeing Karen look so vulnerable and said, "Ms. Morgan said she liked submitting to Karen."

"That may be true. Karen, I believe, has a natural gift to sense the submissive inside. But that doesn't mean you use blackmail or risk someone's career to get what you want."

Karen looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Jenny."

She then turned to Ashley. "I'm sorry to you too Ashley. I let my power override common sense."

"Good," Megan nodded. She looked at Ashley as if expecting a response. When none came she continued, "Every Mistress, needs to understand the humility of being a submissive. I learned that from my Mistress and Karen will learn that from me."

Karen, without orders, dropped to her knees in front of Megan and said, "I understand, Mistress. How can I regain your trust?"

Megan opened her legs and said, "I think this will be a good start."

Both Ashley and I watched the usually strong-minded head cheerleader bury her face between Megan's legs... her humility instantly tested.

"Now you, Jenny," Megan said, turning to me and acting casual as if she wasn't having her pussy licked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, unsure if I was in trouble or not.

"What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I sensed I knew exactly what she was asking.

"Not even two weeks ago you were lusting after Karen and eagerly accepted her being your Mistress."

"Things change," Ashley said.

Megan turned to her. "Ashley, you seem like a nice girl and a passionate person who cares deeply for Jenny. But this is my home and at the moment I am talking to her, is that clear?"

Her voice was firm and no nonsense, yet not condescending or rude.

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded.

"Thank you," Megan smiled. "You are a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you," Ashley blushed, getting caught in the exotic seductive web Megan created without even trying.

"Now Jenny, you can't pick and choose being a pet," Megan continued.

"I know," I whispered, watching Karen between her legs and wishing it was me.

"For example," she continued, putting her hands through Karen's hair. "If I told you to go to Sabrina's right now and be her unconditional pet for the evening, would you?"

I didn't look at Ashley, not wanting to disappoint her. The answer was rather black and white. I answered, "I would obey, Mistress."

"And if Karen gave you the same instructions?" Megan continued.

I saw clearly her message. I didn't get to pick and choose my obedience. Either I was a submissive pet with a Mistress or I wasn't.

I answered, still avoiding looking at Ashley, worried our relationship was over before it really began, but thankful for one last satisfying romantic encounter just twenty minutes ago (was it just twenty minutes ago? It seemed an eternity). "I'd obey."

"Good answer," Megan nodded, letting out a soft moan. "Because your Mistress should never put you in a situation that will put you at real risk, although we will put you in situations that test and push your boundaries."

"Of course, Mistress." I nodded, her words making complete sense. Yet, I still felt guilt at not standing side by side with Ashley.

"That said," Megan continued, "A good caring Mistress would never do that to her pet unless she knows that's what the pet wants or needs."

Ashley asked, "Ma'am, may I ask a question?"

"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded, sounding more like a ****** figure or teacher than a Mistress. "But remember, I'm Megan."

"Megan, I understand what you just said. But how do you balance it? I mean, I have always been a rather submissive person myself. Yet today, I lost it. I felt the need to protect her at all costs," Ashley said, looking vulnerable.

"Well, that is a tough question," Megan nodded. "It's nature versus nurture. Your nature is who you are and in sexual terms whether you are a natural submissive or dominant. Although some girls can be a switch, meaning dominant or submissive depending on mood, relationship and time. As for nurture, we are human beings with feelings and it is a woman's natural persona to nurture and protect the person they care about. So, in the end, your reactions and feelings today make complete sense."

"Really?" Ashley asked, completely taken by Megan just as I was.

"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded. "You are likely also still understanding your sexuality."

"Oh, I'm definitely a lesbian," Ashley stressed, looking at me.

"That may be," Megan nodded, "but that is only the first aspect of understanding sexuality. It is very complex and takes years to completely understand who you are as a sexual being."

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked confused, thankfully asking the question I wanted to ask.

"Do you like to dominate? Be dominated? Switch? Wear the strap-on or take the strap-on? What toys get you off? What actually gets you off? Where is your g-spot? Your trigger zones?" Megan listed on and on.

"Oh," Ashley responded, clearly overwhelmed by all that was just listed.

"It took me years to learn I get the most satisfaction from seducing and training young women who are obviously lesbian or bi and have not yet come to grips with that reality," Megan explained, looking directly at me.

I nodded in understanding.

"The key is as a Mistress you need to care about your pet," Megan said, lifting up Karen's head from between her legs and asking, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered, looking so obedient and submissive.

Megan shoved her back into her pussy and said, "So Jenny, you have a decision to make. You can quit being a submissive and return to the so-called normal world, or you have to be a true pet and understand that your Mistress, or in this case Mistresses, know what is best for you."

I looked at Ashley, torn.

I wanted it all. I wanted to bury my face in Megan's pussy, I wanted to be a submissive to Karen and I also wanted to be in a relationship with Ashley.

Megan, reading my mind like she somehow often did, added, "And yes, you can have it all."

"How?" I asked.

"By having caring Mistresses who understand your sexual needs and look after you," Megan said, before turning to Ashley an adding, "and by having a girlfriend who understands you love her but also need to live a life as a pet."

"This is all a little much," Ashley said.

"I imagine so," Megan nodded, as she moaned. "Please give me a moment."

And we watched Megan shift from sexual philosopher to dominant Mistress.

"That's it slut, tell me what you want?" Megan said, looking down at Karen.

Karen responded, "I want your cum, Mistress."

"I'm not sure you deserve it," Megan said, lifting Karen's head up. "You have been a very thoughtless Mistress."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Karen apologized. "I let the power go to my head."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," Megan said, again quoting Macbeth.

"Luckily, I have a Mistress to keep me in line," Karen said.

"You will apologize to that teacher tomorrow," Megan instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen agreed.

"And since you need to understand completely the role of submissive, as it's the only way to become a compassionate mistress, I am going to send you this weekend to a black friend of mine. She loves white girls."

"Okay," Karen agreed, although her tone showed her trepidation.

"She is a very strong black Mistress, who really has an aura over white sluts," Megan explained.

"Okay," Karen said again, still sounding unsure.

"As I mentioned before, only from being an unconditional submissive to a strong Mistress, will you be able to understand the needs and desires of your submissives," Megan repeated. "And trust me, once you meet Janet you will succumb."

"Okay," Karen nodded.

"Now finish me off," Megan ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, seeming nervous about being given to a complete stranger.

I felt bad for her, and slightly jealous...somehow the idea of submitting to a stranger was kind of a turn on.

"That's it, suck on my clit," Megan ordered, before coming a minute later.

Once done, she pulled Karen up and said, "You may go."

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, standing up. Turning to me, she repeated her apology, "I'm sorry to both of you."

"It's okay, Mistress," I replied, wanting to make it clear that I too understood I had done wrong. "I'm sorry, too."

Ashley joked, "We may need an intervention."

"This was one," Megan joked back.

Karen added, "Or just a room with some toys."

Megan said, "Oh, Jenny and Ashley are already going to one of those tonight. Now go, Karen."

"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, leaving.

"So you've made up your mind?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded.

"And Ashley, are you comfortable with Jenny's decision?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley responded.

"Are you offering yourself to me?" Megan asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley nodded, looking at me and smiling, before dropping to her knees in front of Megan.

"You understand I expect total obedience," Megan clarified.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley nodded.

I watched in awe at Ashley's sudden decision.

"Good, but I want to make sure you really want to do this," Megan said. "So I am going to have you go home and think about it. If you are serious, come by on Saturday evening."

"Oh, okay," Ashley said, clearly disappointed.

"It's okay, my pet," Megan smiled. "I'm sure you won't change your mind. But I don't want you making a spur of the moment decision and regretting it."

"I guess," Ashley nodded.

"Plus, I believe you are expected somewhere else very soon," Megan said, looking at her watch.

"Oh, ****," I said. "What time is it?"

"Almost time for the night of your lives," Megan predicted.

"May we go, Mistress?" I asked.

"Of course," Megan nodded, standing up and pulling Ashley up. She leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was soft and tender. When she broke it, she smiled, "I'll see both of you tonight."

"You'll be there?" I asked, as Ashley stared at Megan in a complete state of arousal.

"Of course," she nodded, walking over to me. "The Governor's parties are legendary." She leaned in and kissed me too. Then she broke the kiss she said, "Now, go. The Governor does not appreciate tardiness."

"Yes, Mistress," both Ashley and I said in unison.

Once back outside, Ashley summed up everything in one word. "Wow!"

I laughed, "Somehow life got a lot more complex."

"That's an understatement," Ashley laughed back, taking my hand.

"You don't have to submit to Mistress Megan for me," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I know," she nodded. "But I want to do everything with you."

I smiled.

She then added, "Plus, she's pretty impossible to resist."

"That she is," I agreed.

"I understand that we must obey Karen," Ashley said.

"No, just I do," I pointed out.

"No, I'd been submissive to her before you," Ashley said. "She has been very good to me overall. Plus, without her I would never have found you."

I smiled, my heart going all pitter-patter at the sweetness of my girlfriend.

Suddenly a limousine pulled up in front of my house.

I said, "Well, ready for an adventure?"

"I'm ready for anything as long as you're by my side," Ashley said, squeezing my hand.

We walked, hand in hand, to the limousine and then cuddled together as we silently prepared for whatever was to happen next.

When we arrived at the Governor's mansion, I asked, "Ready?"

"No," Ashley said, "but I am darn curious."

I laughed, "Good word choice."

Hand in hand, we walked into the mansion and were greeted by likely the prettiest woman I had ever seen in real life. Blonde, blue eyed and big breasted and with a dazzling smile, I felt I was in the presence of perfection.

She greeted, "You must be the servers for today."

"I think so," I answered.

"Very, very cute," she smiled, checking me out.

"You're very, very perfect," I countered, flirting... something I wasn't really good at.

Ashley added, "You look like you just came out of a magazine."

She laughed, and shrugged, "It's just how I've always looked." After a moment, she added, "Come in. We need to get you into your evening attire."

"Okay," Ashley and I both said, looking each other and both mouthing 'Wow!'

From behind she was just as perfect. A tight ass and great legs in beige nylons and five inch heels.

We were led down a long hallway, up a flight of stairs, down another long hallway and then into a room which was literally bigger than my entire house.

The unnamed goddess asked, "Who wants to get ready first?"

"Me, I guess," I offered, unsure what the plan was.

She walked over to me and standing in front of me said, "By the way, my name is Chanel."

I thought to myself, 'Of course it is', but offered my name in return, "I'm Jenny and this Ashley."

Chanel explained, "I'm to prepare you for this evening."

"Okay," I said, as she began to undress me.

My body trembled as I glanced over to Ashley, who was watching.

Once I was just in thigh highs, Chanel dropped to her knees, and slowly rolled my stockings down my legs. Now that I was standing completely naked, she wordlessly moved to my wet pussy and said, "I am also to get you off as part of the preparation."

"Um, okaaaay," I moaned, as she began licking.

I watched, mesmerized that the most beautiful woman in the world was willingly on her knees licking my pussy; and her tongue was doing wonders. I don't know if it was her beauty, the situation, or her tongue... likely all three... but my orgasm grew quickly.

She purred, "You taste so sweet, Jenny," as she slid two fingers inside me.

She found my g-spot in seconds and began drumming her fingers on it.

"Oh God," I screamed. The double simulation on my clit and g-spot was too much and I came hard. She lapped up my cum and then stood up and kissed me.

Breaking the kiss, she moved to Ashley and said, "Your turn, sexy."

"Okay," Ashley nodded, looking as stunned as me, as Chanel undressed her.

Chanel replicated her pussy pleasing on Ashley, who also came rather quickly from Chanel's fingers and tongue.

Chanel stood up and ordered, "Both of you please put on the outfits laid out on the bed for you."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, wanting to show her my submissiveness and maybe get the privilege to return the favour.

"Ma'am," she chuckled. "I'm nineteen."

"Sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay," she smiled. "Like you, I'm submissive and understand your dedication to please all."

"Well, you sure do," Ashley added.

"As I imagine you both do too," Chanel said, as she pointed to the outfits on the bed, which were clearly maid outfits.

We both put on the black thigh highs with seams down the back of the legs, black skirts and white blouses... not surprisingly, there weren't any panties or bras.

Once dressed, Chanel said, "Follow me."

We did, and were taken to a closet containing with hundreds of pairs of shoes.

Ashley gasped, "I'm in heaven."

"Didn't I just take you to heaven a few minutes ago?" Chanel quipped.

"That you did," Ashley laughed.

"Happy heel hunting," Chanel said, before adding, "The Governor would prefer you each in four or five inch heels, but understands if that is not something you are comfortable walking in."

Ashley giggled, like a kid in a candy store, "Shoes."

I nodded, "Okay."

"By the way, choose wisely as you can keep whatever pair you decide to wear tonight," Chanel added.

"No way," Ashley gasped, as she headed into the closet shoe store.

For fifteen minutes we were Barbie girls as we tried on dozens of heels.

"How can I choose only one?" Ashley asked.

"How many do you want?" a voice asked from behind.

Ashley froze.

I turned around and greeted, in a pair of definitely clashing red heels, "Hi, Governor Green."

"Hi, Jenny," the Governor greeted, dressed in a classy black dress as she walked to Ashley. "And you must be Ashley."

"H-h-hi Governor," Ashley stammered, as she shook her hand.

"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" she asked.

"It's like a dream come true," Ashley said, gushing.

Governor Green smiled, as she asked, "Meeting me, serving a gala fundraiser tonight or trying on shoes?"

Ashley, blushing bright red, admitted, "All three, ma'am."

"She is adorably cute, Jenny," the Governor chuckled.

"I couldn't agree more," I smiled, winking at a befuddled, star-struck Ashley.

"You two are both so cute," the Governor smiled. After a pause, she asked, "Can't you choose just one, Ashley?"

"It's like trying to pick only one flavour of ice cream," Ashley said.

"Mmmm," she purred, "I do like a variety of flavours."

I knew her message was naughty, but Ashley didn't catch on.

I added, liking a variety of flavours myself, "Variety is the spice of life."

"That it is," Governor Green nodded, before saying, "each of you can keep three."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ashley said, as if she had won the lottery.

"That's very generous," I said.

"I can be very, very generous," she smiled back.

Ashley was oblivious to the naughty innuendo that was going on as she focused on her shoe expedition.

Governor Green added, "So, you two will be servers for the fundraiser."

"Okay," I nodded.

"And although you two may get some attention from the guests," she continued, "you two are off limits until after the auction is done."

"Okay," I agreed, curious what kind of auction it was.

Governor Green handed me a sheet of paper. "I hate to have you sign this as I trust you completely. But my political manager insists all people here sign it."

"What is it?" I asked.

"A non-disclosure agreement," she said. "Essentially, what happens in my house, stays in my house."

"Of course," I nodded, signing it without question.

Ashley signed it too and Governor Green announced, leaning in and kissing me briefly, "Ten minutes," Ashley was too busy looking at shoes to notice.

Once she was gone, I joined Ashley and we finished choosing shoes.

I slid on a pair of black four inch open toed heels, and also selected a five inch pair of black heels and a four inch pair of gold.

Ashley picked all five inch heels in black, red and purple, a colour I couldn't fathom anyone ever wearing.

With both of us wearing our new black heels, I asked, "Ready?"

Ashley joked, "I kind of feel like Alice about to go into Wonderland."

I smiled, as she referenced one of my favourite books, "Well, at least there will be two of us."

I won't bore you with the details of the next couple of hours. We served food and ****** to over a hundred women, including some I had seen before at Le Château Club, many high end women, a few celebrities, and, as she'd promised, Mistress Megan.

A couple of women, well seven actually, which is a more than a couple, gave me business cards, a dozen either squeezed my ass, cupped my breasts or caressed my arm or leg. I was given lots of compliments and couldn't believe how crude women of means could be. It also had me incredibly horny and wet.

I was also shocked by the fact that there was entertainment on a make-shift stage where the guests could bet as part of the fundraiser. They included:

-a pretty college aged woman on a Sybian, where guests bet on how long it would take for her to come as she tried to hold off as long as possible (the female version of riding a bucking horse).

-an older woman who was fisted to orgasm (guests again betting on how long to come)

-another woman, in her forties I am guessing, on the Sybian, this time the betting on how many orgasms in half an hour (thirteen was the ironic lucky number). I instantly wanted to go and ride that toy.

-sorority sisters who competed to see who could come first while ass fucking massive dildos suctioned to the floor (I couldn't fathom doing such a thing)

My pussy was on fire by the time Governor Green finally appeared on stage.

"Good evening and I hope you have enjoyed the festivities," she opened.

There was polite clapping.

"This fundraiser is very important as all proceeds go to a very good cause," she said, and after pausing for dramatic effect, "the cause of having the first female President."

The crowd erupted. I gasped... my hero was going to run for President!

The crowd clapped for minutes it seemed, before the Governor could finally speak again.

"And tonight, we have five special auctions where all the money will go to my campaign," she continued.

More applause. I felt like I was at a concert.

"Up first, a weekend as a submissive at my old alma mater. You will be the complete submissive for the entire sorority house serving so much young, fresh pussy that you will likely never want to leave," the Governor announced.

Instantly, a woman called out, "One million."

My mouth dropped open. She didn't really mean a million dollars.

"One and a half," someone else yelled out.

I glanced over to Ashley who looked as stunned as I felt. I mouthed, 'Holy ****' and she nodded.

In the end, a pretty, slightly chubby woman, in her early thirties, I guessed, paid 2.35 million for the privilege of being a submissive to an entire sorority. I was in awe... and a bit jealous.

The Governor said, "That was very generous, Tiffany. I imagine you are in for the weekend of your life."

"I hope so," Tiffany said with a big smile.

Governor Green continued, "Our second auction is a tradition these past few years. A lifetime front of the line pass to Le Château Club as well as Rosie's sweet black pussy. A pussy, I may add, I have savoured many times."

"Who hasn't," someone called out.

I smiled to myself, recalling being at the Le Château Club and tasting that heavenly nectar. As Big Rosie sauntered on stage, and sat on a couch, my mouth instantly watered.

"Who wants to munch on my cunt right now?" Big Rosie asked.

Lots of women yelled "Me!", but it was Candace Carter, a TV Celebrity, whom I had seen at the Le Château Club (Chapter 2) that quickly came to Big Rosie and buried her face between her legs.

The Governor laughed, "Candace is obviously hungry."

The crowd laughed and someone yelled, "We all are for Big Rosie."

"Line up," Big Rosie moaned, "I'm here all night."

"Ten thousand," someone yelled out.

"Don't insult me like that," Big Rosie scolded, as she took off her blouse to reveal massive tits.

"One hundred thousand," someone else called out.

"Now that's more like it," Big Rosie said.

"One fifty."

"Two hundred."

"Four hundred thousand."

"Four ten."

"Four twenty-five."

"Five hundred thousand," the same woman who jumped the bidding from two hundred to four hundred thousand called out.

Rosie purred, "Whoever wins the bid gets to replace Candace here."

"Five twenty-five," a large but pretty redhead called out.

"Five fifty," the other bidder, a slim, young, Asian woman, quickly upped the ante.

The bidding went back and forth, until the Asian sighed and said, "Fuck it, 1 million."

"I'm out," the redhead said.

"Any last minute bidders?" Governor Green asked. "No? Going once, twice and sold to Mrs. Ash."

Applause broke out as Mrs. Ash walked up to Candace and ordered, "Move over bitch."

Candace ignored her, continuing to lick Rosie.

The small Asian pulled Candace by the hair and Rosie laughed, "Ladies, there is enough Big Rosie for everyone."

"What the fuck?" Candace snapped, ready to have a cat fight by the looks of it.

"I want first dibs," Mrs. Ash said.

"Candace was here first," Big Rosie said, always calm and not rattled. "She can finish what she started. Plus, my second orgasm is always worth the extra work."

"Fine," Mrs. Ash nodded, as Candace, looking pissed off, crawled back between Big Rosie's legs.

The Governor joked, "All good things come to those that who wait... like the first female President."

The crowd roared with approval.

"Before I continue, I have to thank you all for being here, supporting me over the years, supporting the lesbian community, and for your incredible generosity today. This next auction is, believe it or not, not sexual."

There were mocking boos.

"But I think you will like it," she continued. "You will be my guest at the upcoming Oscars."

Gasps again.

"Besides being my plus one, which if you wish can include some very authentic snacks, if you know what I mean, and I know you know what I mean, you get a first class flight, luxury hotel accommodations, and access to the after party," she explained.

"Do I only get to eat your pussy once, Governor?" someone yelled out.

"Oh, you can have an all you can eat buffet," the Governor quipped back.

"Five hundred thousand."

"One million."

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Six."

I couldn't believe the money being thrown around, yet I also could understand why someone would pay so much for such a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I ran out of champagne and headed off to get more. When I returned the bidding was at nine and a half million dollars.

"Sold," Governor Green said, before adding, "Carissa, you and I will have a lovely time."

"Oh, it will be a lot more than lovely," the drop dead gorgeous brunette said. I recognized her from somewhere, but I wasn't sure where.

"Up next is something different," the Governor declared. "Something I have never had the opportunity to offer before." After a pause, she said, "The winner of this auction will be flown to California and be a part of a professionally filmed porn movie. You can star in it if you want; you can direct it; you can cast it; you can even write the script. The film, when done, can be a souvenir just for you or released worldwide. Again, it is completely up to you."

"One million."

I handed out ******, many seeming suddenly to be empty, as the bidding increased, although this time in smaller increments.

I was suddenly so busy, both serving ****** and being felt up, that I didn't even hear what the final bid was. I did wonder how fun it would be to make a movie about my journey from shy babysitter to cheerleader submissive to whatever I was now.

"And last, but certainly not least, the last auction is for your own live-in submissive for one year," Governor Green revealed.

There were gasps in the crowd.

"And, if all goes well, you can arrange for it to be permanent with the pet," she continued. "The only rule for this one is, she is a lesbian and will not have sex with any men in any form. On the other hand, you can share her with female friends and family as you wish. Please welcome Sarah."

It was the same woman who was first on the Sybian. She was beautiful and now completely naked.

"Two million," someone yelled out as soon as they saw who the live-in pet would be.

"Four," another said.

"Twenty," a very famous ex-teen star, Jessica Jones, who had earlier squeezed my ass, said.

The women gasped. Obviously, this was a lot higher than usual.

The Governor looked shocked too.

Are there, um, any other bids?" The Governor asked. "Going once, twice..."

"Twenty-one," a fellow big movie star, the tabloid girl Brittany Banes, called out.

The ex-teen star's big smile faded instantly. The spotlight was changed as quickly as it had shined on her. "Twenty-two," she said, glaring at her fellow movie star... both of them once cast mates in a Disney movie.

"Twenty-five," Brittany said, her smile wide and this obviously about more than just the girl on stage.

"Twenty-six," Jessica said, her glare enough to make almost anyone back down, except apparently Brittany.

"Twenty-seven," Brittany quickly bid.

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-nine," Brittany said, literally all sing-song.

"Thirty million," Jessica declared.

Brittany smiled, blew Jessica a kiss, and said, "I think I've spent enough of your money today."

"No more?" the Governor asked. "Going once, twice, sold. Thank you Jessica for your very generous offer.

"It all goes to a good cause," Jessica smiled, instantly shifting into fake celebrity mode.

I went over to Ashely and she said, "I think I'm in a porn version of Alice in Wonderland?"

I asked, an idea already spinning, "Want to join the cast?"

"What? How?" she asked.

"We offer to be pets to the highest bidder for the night," I suggested.

"No way," she said. Not in a 'No way in hell' way,' but rather in a 'You're not serious?' way.

"Sure," I shrugged. "It will be fun. It will be something we can do to raise funds for Governor Green and it will be something we can have just between the two of us."

"Fuck it, I already feel like the mad hatter," she laughed.

I grabbed her hand before she had time to change her mind and went up to Governor Green who was chatting with Jessica Jones.

She saw us and I said "Ma'am, may I ask you something?"

"Sure, Jenny," she smiled, clearly happy to get away from Jessica.

"We would like to go up for auction as a one night pair of submissives," we offered.

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"I believe in the cause," I explained, before adding, "and I'm damn horny."

"And you, Ashley?" the Governor asked.

She joked, "Can I get another pair of heels if I agree?"

The Governor roared, "You can have a dozen."

"I love you," Ashley said.

"Hey," I playfully pouted.

"I love you too," Ashley smiled.

"If I auction you off, it won't be for tonight but a weekend mutually agreed upon and you may have to fly to her," she explained.

"Oh, that could be a problem," Ashley said.

The Governor clarified, "I could talk with your parents and have them believe you were working with me on the early aspects of the campaign."

"I want to work for you on the campaign," I pointed out.

"Well, that makes the story easier to sell," she said. "So are you girls sure?"

"Yes," we nodded in unison.

"Okay," she nodded, as she went back up to the microphone and said, "Ladies, we have one last surprise auction and it is a great one. A buy one submissive, get a second submissive free deal." After a pause, she continued, "My two maids tonight, two young eighteen year old high school students who are just beginning to explore their true sexuality, have willingly offered to be a pair of submissives to the highest bidder."

Clapping erupted and Ashley and I, still in our maid outfits, went and stood beside her.

"And trust me, they were born to serve," Governor Green said.

"One," Brittany Banes announced and after a dramatic pause added, "million."

My mouth dropped open. I had been hoping for a couple thousand.

I glanced to Ashley. Her mouth was dropped open too. Not to mention it was the super celebrity Brittany Banes.

Governor Green seemed less surprised, as she asked, "Any other bidders?" The opening bid shocked the room it seemed and soon the Governor said, "Going once, twice, sold."

Brittany walked over to us and said, "Hi ladies, I'm Brittany."

"We know," Ashley said, instantly star-struck.

"I'm super excited to have you two come and meet me on my movie set when you can," she said.

"Really?" Ashley asked, sounding fourteen and not eighteen.

"For sure," she nodded. "You can see what happens behind the scenes, both at the studio and in my trailer."

"That would be great," I said, catching the innuendo.

"I have to head out very early tomorrow morning to Los Angeles and have to leave this fun night earlier than I would like to, but I want you two down for a couple of days," she said, sounding so sweet.

Governor Green interrupted, "You only bid on one day."

"I'll pay a million per day they are down," Brittany said. "It's for a good cause."

"Well, in that case, they can stay for as long as they like," Governor Green said, before adding with a laugh, "I suddenly sound like their pimp."

"I can't believe you would pay that type of money for us," Ashley said.

Brittany smiled, "Oh, you two are absolutely delicious and I hope to find out just how much so very, very soon."

My pussy leaked as I heard Brittany's very blunt innuendo and watched her kiss my girlfriend.

She then turned to me and kissed me too.

When she broke the kiss, leaving two stunned teens speechless, she said, "I'll get your contact information from the Governor."

Then she was gone.

The Governor asked, "I know you two likely have to get home soon, but if you would like to stay, things here are about to get a little crazy."

"I think we have time," I said.

"I know we have time," Ashley corrected.

"Great," she smiled, "now please enjoy yourself. And the limousine is outside whenever you are ready to go."

I noticed that there was a lengthy line for Big Rosie and a few others were creating their own play time. Governor explained, "Sometimes these things turn into orgies."

"Wow," Ashley said.

I joked, "We may never want to go."

The Governor laughed just as I felt someone grab my hand and say, "Come here now."

I looked at Ashley whose mouth was wide open as I turned around and saw it was Jessica Jones who was pulling me away.

I followed as the Governor said to Ashley, "Want to earn one more pair of heels?"

I was led to a large sofa where a busty blonde was being fisted by the Asian woman from earlier, whose name I'd forgotten.

Jessica took off her designer dress, revealing a garter-belt and stockings, and said, "I'm fucking horny and want someone I can use for a bit."

"Okay," was all I could muster, as I stared at the body of an actress I admired, although she had gone a bit too Miley Cyrus since she turned legal and tried to break free of her squeaky-clean Disney image.

"Stop staring and get licking," she ordered, as she sat on the other edge of the couch and spread her legs.

"S-s-sorry, I stammered, realizing I was staring.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her completely shaved pussy. As I licked, I realized she actually perfumed her pussy, as the scent of strawberries lingered.

"That's it, lick my pussy," she moaned, as she grabbed my head and held me in her wetness, before she added, "I've been checking you out all night."

Hearing that a huge celebrity who just spent 30 million on an auction for a live-in lesbian was checking me out was flattering, although part of me realized the obvious; she wanted to have me serve her before I served Brittany.

Of course, I was fine with either theory, maybe they were both true. The reality was I was licking Jessica Jones's pussy. Add the fact that I had already been between Governor Greene's legs and would undoubtedly be between Brittany Banes' in the near future and I was quickly, in my brief time as an out and about lesbian, a celebrity pussy pleaser.

I don't know if I was that good, which seems unlikely, or she was that horny, but in a couple of minutes, she began grinding her pussy on my face and I just kept my tongue extended and tried to please her the best I could as she fucked herself on my face.

She squealed, similar to the high pitched voice from her popular television show, as her cum flooded onto my face. Only a little hit directly on my tongue as she used my entire face to get herself off.

When she let go of my head, I eagerly focused on lapping her cum, wanting to savour every last drop.

As she looked down at me, she said, "Now that bitch can have my sloppy seconds."

I felt used, but I didn't say anything, instead licking a little more cum leaking out her pussy.

"You may go now," she said to me as if I were an expendable servant. It pissed me off. Even after the humiliating treatment from Karen and Sabrina, this was different.

I got up and quipped, "The tabloid stories apparently are true."

"Pardon?" she asked, surprised by my tone.

"That you're a pretentious, selfish bitch," I responded.

"How dare you?" she gasped.

I don't know what came over me, but a sudden unexpected rush of dominance overwhelmed me, as I straddled her on the couch, lifted up my skirt, revealing I was sans panties, grabbed her head and shoved it in my pussy like she had me. I ordered the stunned bitch, "Get licking and get me squealing."

For some reason I knew she would obey, she was a sheep in wolf's clothing as she began licking me.

A second rush coursed through me at the thrill of being in charge, of getting what I wanted. I held the 20 million a picture diva between my legs as she licked. Obviously, she had licked a lot of pussy before, as she was really getting me riled up rather quickly.

The diva teased my clit, parted my pussy lips, and used her tongue like a tiny cock.

The position though was awkward for me and although her tongue felt great, I knew I wouldn't get off like this.

I let go off her head, turned around and sat on the top of the couch and ordered, "Now get back here and eat my cunt, slut."

I wasn't sure if calling her a name would end this brief power shift, but it came out before I even had time to realize I said it.

She turned around herself, and willingly moved back between my legs. This time, though, she moved her tongue to my asshole and licked it.

Jessica Jones was licking my asshole.

My surreal life had taken yet another surreal turn.

I looked around and saw that Ashley was between Governor Greene's legs, while a large woman fucked her with a strap-on.

Around the room women were eating women, women were fucking women; it was indeed a complete lesbian orgy.

She probed my puckered asshole for a couple of minutes, before she moved back to my pussy and licked.

My orgasm built quickly, the fact I was dominating Jessica Jones, I was in the middle of an orgy and the entire night had been a stimulating kink show all contributing to it.

"That's it, slut, suck my clit," I demanded, this time it being my turn to grab her head and hold her deep in my pussy.

She obeyed, flicking on my clit like a drum and I closed my eyes and allowed my orgasm to trigger. When it did, my cum flooded onto the famous actress's face. She, like me, lapped up the come throughout the orgasm.

Once I let go of her head, she sat up, and kissed me.

I kissed her back, surprised by the intimate act.

When she broke the kiss, she slapped me across the face and said, back in her bitch persona, "Don't you ever fucking call me a slut again."

She then walked away as I sat there bewildered and still coming.

I glanced over to see Ashley now on her back getting fucked, another woman straddling her face.

I looked around the room and watched the orgy playing out in front of me.

Sex was happening everywhere, including a daisy chain that was beginning to form on the floor. Wanting to taste another pussy, I weakly got off the couch and asked, "May I join in?"

A spot was opened as over half a dozen women formed a circle.

I licked a redhead's hairy bush, while an older woman licked mine.

The daisy chain lasted over half an hour. I licked four different pussies, I came two more times, before Ashley said to me, "We really need to go."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Midnight," she answered.

"Oh, ****," I said, as Ashley's school day curfew was eleven.

We went to the room we had started in and got back into our clothes. I asked Ashley, "Have fun?"

"Oh my God, we will never have another tonight," she said.

I nodded, "It will be hard to top this... but it will be fun to try."

"That it will," Ashley nodded as she kissed me.

Breaking the kiss, we finished getting dressed, grabbed our new heels and walked out together knowing that whatever adventures we had in store we would experience them together.

...

Note 1: As always a great thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing this chapter.

Note 2: Of course, all participants are at least eighteen years old.

Note 3: Thanks to Paul for the plot suggestions for this chapter.

CHAPTER 9

In the limo, Ashley asked, still looking bewildered, "Did all that really just happen?"

I laughed. "Pretty surreal."

Ashley hugged the bag holding her new shoes as she nodded, "And I got new shoes."

I laughed, "I'm not sure which made you happier: meeting Governor Greene, or meeting her shoe closet."

"Is it bad that I can't choose one over the other?" Ashley replied with her trademark cute smile.

"You're a very bad feminist," I teased.

"But you love the materialistic me anyway," she smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

When we broke the kiss a minute later, I nodded, looking into her eyes, and responded seriously, "Yes Ashley, I do love you."

Ashley looked back into my eyes and said, "I love you too, Jenny, but this relationship is getting pretty complex."

I felt my stomach knot. Was Ashley going to break up with me already? "I know, and we have to try and clear up some of the complexities."

Ashley agreed, "Yes we do, but I also understand that you have Mistresses and that you want to keep them."

I nodded, thankful that she understood: as much as I already loved her, I knew I couldn't break away from my submissive roles with Mistress Megan and Mistress Karen. As strange as it sounds, the two different roles of submissive sex and romantic sex created an equilibrium for me that I felt would crumble without both.

"So here was what I was thinking," Ashley began.

I was worried. I didn't think she was planning to break up with me anymore, but I also had no idea what her next words were going to be.

"When you have sex with any of your Mistresses, or when we have sex with anyone together it is just that... sex, fucking, kinky pussy eating orgies, etc. But when we're alone it is making love."

A chill went up my spine, a sigh came out of my mouth as I nodded, "First, I love when you talk like a nasty slut."

"You do, do you my sexy, cunt munching, fist fucking lez?" she wickedly listed.

"You had me at 'cunt munching'," I smiled.

"And what was two, my twat tickler?" Ashley questioned, using a phrase I had never heard before.

"Well, you fist cumming slut," I smiled back, "your idea is brilliant. We are lovers."

"Passionate lovers," Ashley nodded, as we leaned into each other simultaneously and kissed each other until the Greene limo dropped me off.

I smiled and said again, "I know this is crazy, but I love you Ashley."

"I love you too, Jenny," she replied.

I reluctantly got out of the limo, sad that the wild, but life changing, night was over.

...

The next morning, I woke up surprisingly refreshed from a night lacking of ***** as I recalled the crazy night, the wild sex, the wilder action, the spontaneous decision to enter the auction, being bought by Brittany Banes for one million dollars (which was unbelievably surreal), Ashley's understanding and the sudden clarity of our very complex relationship.

I rolled over and checked my phone. I had three messages.

The first was from Ashley about 15 minutes after I had gone to *****:

From Ashley:

I LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY MY JENNY

C U TOMORROW

XXX ASHLEY

The second was from Karen:

I am again sorry for what happened yesterday.

Mistress Megan was right.

I behaved inappropriately.

Mistress Karen

PS: I will be picking you up for school tomorrow to talk.

The third was sent only five minutes ago from Megan:

Pet Jenny,

Could you please stop by before you go to school? I would like to talk with you briefly.

Mistress Megan

I quickly showered, still smelling of sex, got dressed, wearing my red pantyhose and pom pom outfit and headed straight over to Mistress Megan's.

I knocked on Megan's door while eating a muffin.

Megan called out with a loud moan, "Come in, Jenny."

I opened the door and went into the lounge room to find Megan sitting in her regular chair but with a naked woman between her legs lapping away at Mistress Megan's pussy perfection.

"Hang on," Megan said with one hand up in the air, the other on the back of the woman's head as she was about to come.

I watched Mistress Megan come, she somehow looked even more beautiful when she came, sexy and surprisingly vulnerable.

Once she was done coming, Megan let go of the back of the woman's head and said, "You may go upstairs and shower now."

"Yes, Mistress," the woman said, standing up and walking right past me.

I vaguely recognized the woman, but couldn't figure out from where... she was beautiful, definitely in her forties and looked like a professional woman... a lawyer or a CEO.

"I met her at the auction party last night and brought her home," Megan shrugged.

"Of course, Mistress," I smiled, now remembering her from last night's party.

"Did you have fun last night?" Mistress Megan asked, her legs still open.

"It was wild," I nodded.

"The Governor's parties always are," Mistress Megan nodded.

"I can't believe Ashley and I were bought for a million dollars," I said.

"Me either," Mistress Megan agreed. "That got out of hand."

"Tell me about it," I nodded, before asking, knowing Karen would be over in ten or fifteen minutes, "What can I do for you, Mistress?"

Mistress closed her legs and said, "I wanted to talk to you one on one about Karen."

"Okay," I nodded, having thought that was cleared up yesterday.

"You're a very smart girl and I want to know why you think Karen did what she did yesterday," Megan told me.

"Honestly, I think she did what she did because she was upset and angry and was trying wrongly to get back what she thought she had lost," I answered, after thinking about it for a moment. I added, "She's used to being in control, being on top."

Mistress Megan looked at me inquiringly, "Really? Oh... and what did she lose?"

"Well, she is head cheerleader and used to being in a position of power, power that was increased when she got me as a submissive. Things were going well and then unexpectedly her power was usurped," I explained.

"How so?" Mistress Megan asked.

"Sunday night she tried to get hold of me but I was on my date, then yesterday Ashley and I told her we wanted to be girlfriends, so maybe she thought she was going to lose me. I then got that call from Governor Greene that I had to keep secret, then Ashley confronted her about Sabrina and then the whole Miss Morgan thing got ugly," I said.

"Oh," Mistress Megan nodded.

"Put on top of that her first turn, my ******, was taken away by you as well and suddenly all her power was appropriated," I finished.

"Appropriated," Megan repeated with a laugh. "An SAT word."

"No," I shrugged, "I'm just a geek."

I then added, "And she obviously doesn't know about me and Ashley getting auctioned to Brittany Barnes yet either, and that I will have to go to LA for a few days."

"Okay, hmmm, don't worry about that, I'll have a talk with her about my actions," Mistress Megan said.

"Okay," I said.

"Now get going, I need to think by myself," Mistress Megan said.

I nodded, "Um, okay."

Mistress Megan smiled, as she stood up, "Even a seasoned Mistress like myself can make mistakes."

I left and had just gotten to my house when I heard a car honk from the curb. It was Karen.

"Hi Jenny! You ready?" Karen called out.

"Sure Mistress," I said, quickly going into my house to grab my school bag.

As we drove, Karen asked, "So are we okay?"

I quickly tried to quell her concerns with my answer. "Yes, Mistress. And I'm sorry too. This entire Mistress thing, cheerleader thing, dating thing has been overwhelming and confusing."

"I guess it is a lot for someone who was a bit of a wallflower two weeks ago," she laughed.

"I was a lot of a wallflower," I corrected.

"Well, now you're a popular cheerleader and known by the entire school," Karen pointed out.

"That's a reality I'm still trying to get used to," I said, finding it just as surreal to be popular as it was that I was bought by Brittany Bane.

"Well, my bitch," Karen said, squeezing my leg. "Get used to it. You're living the good life now."

I laughed, "They should make a Disney movie about me."

"A pornographic Disney movie about you," Karen joked.

"Mickey Mouse wouldn't approve," I joked back, as we got to school.

Once in school, Karen said, "I need to go and apologize to Miss Morgan."

"You're full of repentance today," I smiled.

"You have some repentance to do yet today too, my pet," Karen reminded me.

"Of course, Mistress," I nodded, actually looking forward to whatever punishment she had in store for me.

"God, you're cute when you're submissive," Karen said, before we entered Miss Morgan's classroom. Karen asked, "Miss Morgan, may we talk?"

"Oh God, what do you want now?" Miss Morgan asked, clearly not happy to see us, or at the very least, Karen.

Karen closed the door and pleaded, as she held up her hands, "Please, Miss Morgan. I've come to apologize for yesterday. I was totally out of line to make Jenny here do what she did to you. It was wrong and I'm sorry, really, really sorry."

"Oh," Miss Morgan said, clearly surprised.

Karen continued, "So I have also come to promise you that I will never tell anybody about you and Jenny. Your job is safe. Also, please don't let yesterday ruin what a great sexual adventure you and Jenny can have together in the future. I hope that you and Jenny can continue what you started. You deserve it, Miss Morgan."

Miss Morgan looked stunned. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Think about what you want. What you really, really want. If you want Jenny, like she told me you wanted her Sunday, please do that. Don't stop unless you really want to, and maybe if you can forgive me and I can prove my trustworthiness, you will willingly submit to me. But, if that doesn't happen that is fine as well. Just don't close yourself off to what you've just awoken, please," Karen continued, suddenly sounding much wiser than her age... sounding like a real Mistress... like Mistress Megan.

Miss Morgan looked at me as she said, "I don't know."

Karen continued, "I will never again do anything in your class to make you feel unsafe. You have my word."

Karen surprised me again as she then turned and walked out, leaving Miss Morgan and me alone.

"I think she means it, Miss Morgan," I said.

"Thank God," she said. "I really was stressed out about what she may do today and, of course, that I was going to lose my job."

"Well, our Mistress had a talk with her and she seems to have seen the light," I said, just as the bell rang.

"We will talk more later, Jenny," Miss Morgan promised.

"I understand," I nodded, and headed out.

At break, I saw Troy and knew I had to cancel our date for the Valentine's Day dance. If I was going, which I wasn't sure I was, I had to go with my girlfriend... I had to go with Ashley.

I went to him and said, "Troy, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure," he nodded.

"Alone," I said.

"Oh, okay," he agreed, his smile fading, as if sensing my tone meant bad news.

"Um, there is no easy way to say this but, I can't go to the Valentine's Day dance with you," I blurted out before I could change my mind. Almost every girl in the school would die to go with him and here I was breaking up with him before we even had a chance to date. And although I was still a bit confused by the complex relationships I was currently entangled in, I knew I was a lesbian and sure didn't need to make my complicated life any more complex.

The look of shock on his face made me feel even worse. He asked concerned, "What? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

His concern only made me feel worse. I answered, "Oh no, no no, not at all. You're great. It's me. I just started seeing someone and I need to take them instead. I'm so sorry."

He still looked shocked as he said, "Oh, um, okay, that sucks. I was looking forward to it."

I apologized again, before I went to look for Ashley.

Suddenly, she was right in front of me.

"Hi," I asked, suddenly feeling strange as if everyone was watching us, even though I knew that was ridiculous.

"Hi," Ashley said back.

"So, I cancelled my date with Troy for Friday," I said.

"Now you're dateless?" Ashley said with mock concern. "That is terrible."

"I know," I replied, playing along. "And I sure can't go to the dance alone."

"Yes, that would **** your sudden popularity," Ashley teased.

"And I can't have that," I said. After a pause, I asked, "So, what are you doing this Friday night?"

"Going to the Valentine's Dance with a beautiful girl," Ashley answered with a smile.

"Do I know this girl?" I asked, playfully.

Ashley laughed, "So are we going as friends or as a couple?"

"I think that would be the perfect time to announce it," I said.

"Agreed," Ashley nodded, before adding, "I so want to kiss you right now."

"And I so want to bury my face in your pussy," I replied, loving to talk dirty with Ashley.

"You haven't had lunch yet?" Ashley teased.

"Actually, I'm starving," I said, already thinking we should go to the cheerleader's room for some alone time.

Suddenly Karen called out, "Ladies, over here."

"Rain check?" Ashley asked.

"An infinity of rain checks," I smiled.

We headed to Karen who said firmly, "Cheerleader's room now."

Ashley and I both nodded and followed Karen to the private room.

Once inside, we saw that Sabrina was there too.

Karen said, "Now I think I have a solution to our complex situation."

"What is it?" Ashley asked, taking control just like she had yesterday.

"Well, I need to be a better Mistress and Jenny needs to be a better pet," Karen began. "Of course, this also involves the two of you."

Sabrina was surprisingly quiet.

Ashley asked, not angry, but curious, "And what is your plan?"

"Things go back to the way they were," Karen said. "Although with less of a dominant hierarchy... but a hierarchy none-the-less."

"Jenny and I are a couple," Ashley stressed.

"And I'm fine with that," Karen said. "I even think it's pretty awesome. But, as Mistress Megan said, there needs to be respect and structure. So it's important for each of us to know our place."

"Which is?" Ashley asked.

"You two are a couple, but Jenny is also my pet when I need her," Karen said.

"But not when she is already with me," Ashley clarified.

"As long as you don't hog her," Karen said jokingly.

"At school, you are in charge," Ashley said.

"And outside of school, everyone makes their own decisions," Karen agreed.

"What about me?" Sabrina asked.

"You're still second in command," Karen said.

"Third," Ashley corrected, as she walked over to Sabrina and pointed to the floor.

Karen and I watched as the power play for second in command was played live. Sabrina looked at Karen, but I think she was as curious as I was.

Sabrina went to speak, but then lowered herself to her knees in front of Ashley. Ashley smiled, lifted up her skirt and ordered, "Get licking."

Sabrina looked at Karen one more time, as if pleading for help or permission, before turning and burying her face in Ashley's cunt.

Karen sat down on the bench and said, "Jenny, you still have to do your task from yesterday and please Sabrina."

I glanced at Ashley, who yesterday had erupted in this very room over this issue. When she didn't say anything, I replied, "Yes, Mistress." I then smiled and added, "although she looks rather busy at the moment."

Karen laughed, as she spread her legs, "That she is. Then I guess you'd better please your Mistress."

I lowered myself to my knees and eagerly buried my face in her already wet pussy. And there it was... everything somehow making sense.

I was eating Karen's pussy while my girlfriend watched and she was pleasured by another girl.

She wasn't jealous.

I wasn't jealous.

This was just sex.

What we had was so much more.

Ashley moaned, "Eat my cunt, you submissive slut."

Karen laughed, "I like the new Ashley."

"I do too," I added, between licks.

"Focus on my cunt, slut," Karen ordered, grabbing the back of my head and shoving it deep into her pussy.

I did focus on her cunt and got her off in a few minutes, as Sabrina did to Ashley.

Once done, Karen said, "You still owe Sabrina an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, crawling over to Sabrina, pushing her onto her back on the floor and burying my face in her cunt too.

"At least I'm not the bottom bitch," Sabrina moaned, seeming happy to have at least someone below her.

I quipped, between licks, "Not to worry, I love being the bottom bitch."

I got her off in a couple of minutes, just as the bell rang.

I said, "I'm always here to serve, Sabrina."

Ashley said, "As is Sabrina," as she pulled me up and kissed me.

The rest of the school day was fine and as we headed back to Ashley's she surprised me again. "I need to tell my parents the truth."

"What truth?" I asked, actually not having a clue.

"That I prefer cunt to cock," she smiled.

"I wouldn't start with that statement," I suggested with a playful smile.

"Yeah, I probably should break it to them a little gentler."

"Good call," I agreed.

At her house, we let go of each other's hands as we entered.

Ashley surprised me when she said, "No time like the present."

My eyes went wide. "You're not doing it now?" I asked.

Ashley's answer was a quick kiss on my lips as she called out, "Mom, are you home?"

"In the kitchen, Sweetheart," her ****** called back.

Ashley smiled, "First I tell her I prefer cunt and then you eat mine."

"Really?" I asked, as she took my hand and led me into the kitchen, "Mom, we need to talk."

"About what, honey?" she asked, as she glazed some freshly baked homemade buns.

"I need to tell you something," she said, still holding my hand, but behind her back so it wasn't visible to her mom.

"What is it darling? Oh, hi... Jenny, isn't it?"

"Hi, Mrs. Swanson," I greeted with a warm nervous smile.

"Mom, I, um, it's a little surprising," Ashley said, her nerves clearly second guessing her decision."

"Oh, honey, you can tell me anything," she said warmly.

Ashley then just blurted it out, "Mom, I'm a lesbian."

There are so many ways the next words can go. Shock. Disgust. Surprise. Anger.

Yet, none of those described her next words.

Mrs. Swanson replied, her warm smile never breaking, "Well of course you are, your ****** and I have suspected that for a while."

"You knew?" Ashley asked, shocked that she was so transparent.

"Of course, I know my ********," she said, moving around the counter and pulling Ashley into a hug, just as I let go of Ashley's hand.

"You're not worried that I'm a different person to what you expected or wanted?" Ashley asked, still unsure of the completely warm and supportive response.

Still holding her ******** in a warm embrace, she said, "Oh honey, you are you. You are no different because of your sexuality. You like cheerleading, you like dancing, you like shoes, you like pink, and now you like girls. You are no different now then you were 10 minutes or 10 days ago. When you were born your ****** and I both decided we weren't going to be those parents who would ***** our own selfish dreams upon you, like she has to go to college, or marry a man in a church and have babies by 25." She then moved back a bit to look in her ********'s eyes, as she stressed, "Although I do still expect grandchildren."

"Mom, I'm eighteen."

"Okay, not today then," she laughed. "It's the twenty-first century. You can marry the woman you end up loving and one of you can carry the baby."

"I'm happy you have it all planned out," Ashley laughed, as she pulled her mom back into a hug.

"It's a ******* role," Mrs. Swanson shrugged.

"If we are being completely honest," Ashley said, reaching back and finding my hand, "Jenny is more than a friend."

"She's your girlfriend, of course," Mrs. Swanson finished.

"And we're going to the Valentine's dance together," Ashley revealed.

"Oh dear, I'm so shocked and appalled, you scandalous girls," Mrs. Swanson smiled, pulling me into a hug.

"So, we're going upstairs to study," Ashley said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Ashley's ****** made hand quotes as she mocked, "Study. Right."

"Mom!" Ashley gasped.

"Well, at least she can't get you pregnant," Mom added, seeming to enjoy the shock value she had on her ********.

"Mom!" Ashley repeated.

"What? Can't I be a cool mom?" she asked.

"You're definitely a cool mom," I added, giving Ashley's hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Swanson turned to pull another set of buns out of the oven as we headed to Ashley's room.

As soon as we were in her room, Ashley said, "I can't believe she knew."

Deciding to pull her out of her own shock, I put my hands on her face and kissed her passionately.

After a couple of minutes of intimate kissing, Ashley took control and pushed me towards the bed. Her hand slipped under my skirt and directly to my very wet pussy. Her fingers slid effortlessly inside of me as our lips never broke contact.

I moaned into her mouth as she pumped two fingers in and out of me.

For a few minutes we kissed as she fingered me.

I had never come like this and although she was teasing me wildly, my orgasm continued to build until I was arching my back and beginning to fuck her fingers.

My orgasm imminent, Ashley broke the kiss, pulled her fingers out, and said, "Fuck, you're beautiful when you're close to orgasm."

"Am I not always beautiful?" I asked with a pout.

"You are perfection," she smiled, as she kissed me soulfully. She then moved to my neck, my ears, splattering me with tenderness, using my body like a pleasure canvas.

Ashley pulled my shirt off and cupped my tits while sucking on my hard nipples. As she sucked one, she rubbed the other with her fingers.

She sucked on my nipples so aggressively that it felt like she was trying to suck something out of my tits.

She then smiled and said, "Fuck, I'm hungry."

"I have something tasty down there that has been marinating for a while," I smiled playfully.

Ashley slithered down, kissing my stomach, before reaching my fevered pussy. "It smells delicious."

"It tastes even better," I promised.

She slid her fingers back inside me, surging deep in me as she devoured my cunt with her tongue and lips.

Each step of the journey was a long sensuous step to the ultimate orgasm.

Ashley knew how to make it last... how to bring me to the brink and then leave me hanging there, foaming at the cunt.

I gasped.

I moaned.

I begged. "Please, Ashley, I need to come so bad."

I raised my hips, trying to meet Ashley's tongue as my entire body was alive with sensation.

Ashley didn't give in to my pleading, even as I was about to explode.

Ashley's tongue aggressively ran up and down my slit, somehow going harder and harder with each lick and making my entire body twitch with each touch of the clitoris... which literally made my body jump.

Two fingers explored my cunt, tapping inside until suddenly she hit my g-spot and I screamed, "Oh my God! Right there."

"Come for me, my sexy slut," Ashley ordered, as she kept tapping my g-spot rapidly while moving her lips to my clit.

This was the machine gun of pleasure. My insides and outsides were literally exploding with fireworks as I went totally rigid and shook ************* as the pleasure became rapture, and the rapture became explosion and I flooded like an overcharged geyser all over Ashley's face.

As the pleasure swirled inside me, and erupted out of me, I never wanted this to end. I wanted Ashley sucking on my pussy for the rest of my life, and I'd die a happy, happy girl. Well, I also wanted to return the favour... eating her pussy and getting her off equally exhilarating.

Ashley eagerly drank all of my excessive juices as they flowed out of me and directly into her mouth.

I lay there completely spent... my entire body feeling like mush.

Ashley kept licking throughout my euphoria until she moved up and kissed me again. I could taste myself on her lips.

As I looked into her eyes, I thought, This is what making love is. This was completely different from fucking or serving. Each was a part of me, the three combined making me whole.

I said, "You completely usurped all the energy out of my body."

"I have never enjoyed pleasing someone like I just did now," she said.

"It was the most exhilarating pleasure I have ever felt," I admitted. "Now I have to return the favour."

"Sometimes it's completely satisfying just to give pleasure," she said, kissing me again. She rolled beside me and just cuddled as she tenderly kissed my neck and played leisurely with my nipples.

"I am definitely falling in love with you," I said, feeling so completely at home in her arms, in her bed.

"I'm definitely already in love with you," Ashley replied back, just as my phone buzzed, telling me I had an email.

"Well, I was trying to be sweet," I said, kissing her again.

When she broke the kiss, she reached for my phone and handed it to me.

"It's an email," I said. "can I use your computer? I hate reading things so small."

"Sure," she agreed, getting off the bed and grabbing her laptop. She brought it to me and I logged into my e-mail.

"It's from Governor Greene," I said.

"Oh, let me read it too," Ashley said, scooting beside me.

"Governor Greene got a call from Brittany and she wants us to go to LA tonight until Friday lunch time. She's going to call our moms to tell them we're going to her campaign office for a few days. She is giving us the heads-up."

"Oh Jeez, we're leaving tonight? That's way quicker than I anticipated. What should I even pack?" Ashley asked, suddenly giddy, and standing up.

"It's in the email," I said. "It says just wear something to the airport and something on the way back. Apparently Brittany will look after all our needs."

Ashley laughed, "In other words we likely won't need any clothes."

"Likely not a lot, except for a few bells and ribbons," I agreed, shocked that Brittany expected us to be in LA tonight. I mean that was crazy. We were going to miss almost an entire week of school... likely to be sex slaves for the most famous female celebrity in the world. So fucking surreal!

Ashley packed a few things in a small bag. A change of clothes and some pajamas.

"Pajamas?" I questioned, with a playful look.

"What would Mom say if I didn't at least take these?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, I guess you can't explain you're going there to be a sex slave for Brittany Banes," I agreed.

"Just the idea seems too unbelievable to be real," Ashley said.

"I know," I agreed, still trying to process the surreal world I was living in. "The flight is in three hours. And a limo is picking us up at my house in an hour and a half."

"Oh, wow, apparently, Brittany Banes lives in her own world of time," Ashley said.

"Ashley!" Mrs. Swanson called from downstairs

"Maybe she has spoken with Governor Greene?" I said.

"This may be too much for her in one day," Ashley said, as I got off her bed and found my shirt.

"Do I look thoroughly fucked?" I asked, still feeling weak at the knees.

"Oh trust me," Ashley smiled wickedly, "that was just an appetizer."

"You'll **** me with pleasure," I said.

"What a way to go," Ashley said, as we headed to the kitchen.

As soon as we arrived, Mrs. Swanson asked, "Do you know who I just got off the phone with?"

"Madonna?" Ashley guessed.

"Someone even more famous," she said, clearly stunned by whatever she'd just been told.

"I was just on the phone with Governor Greene," she said. "Why didn't you tell me you volunteered to help in her Presidential campaign office?"

"I only just put my name down a few days ago. I didn't think I would get picked, a lot of people signed up and they were only going to take a few," Ashley lied. "But then we were invited to a special fundraiser this past weekend."

She was so excited. I mean who wouldn't be. Governor Greene was potentially the next President... and that would make her the first female President. She beamed, "That's wonderful. Can you imagine how this will look on your college applications?"

"So you're okay with us going to work with her for the week and missing school?" Ashley asked.

"Of course. This is a great opportunity! She says you'll be staying in a hotel in the city and arrive back on Friday, in time for the Valentine's Day dance," Mrs. Swanson said. She then looked at me, "I hear you're going too."

I smiled, "Yes, we're a team package."

Ashley smiled and kissed me right in front of her mom, "Yes, we are."

"We need to get going to my place," I said. "Someone is picking us up in under ninety minutes."

"Oh, okay," Mrs. Swanson said, excitedly.

Ashley gave her mom a hug and a kiss on her cheek and said, "Thanks for being so cool, Mom."

"Like Jenny said, I'm the cool mom," she smiled. "Have a good time, girls."

"We will," Ashley said, her tone implying something nefarious.

We drove to my house talking about how crazy, how surreal this entire thing was.

As we pulled up, we saw Karen's car in the driveway.

We got out and Ashley said, "Oh, this could get interesting."

"You have no idea," I said, worried what we might actually walk into.

I opened the door and heard words I never thought I would hear.

"Oh yes, fuck my asshole, Mistress," my Mom was begging loudly, clearly in the throes of rapture.

"Karen is your Mom's Mistress too?" Ashley asked.

"It's a long story," I sighed, walking in and calling out to let Mom and Karen know I was there. "Mom, are you home?"

"In...here...Honey," Mom responded, stretching the words out over about fifteen seconds.

We stepped into the living room to see Mom naked except for thigh high stockings, as usual, straddling Sabrina and bent over as Karen fucked her ass with a strap-on.

"Hey, sluts," Karen smiled, as she looked at us.

"Hi, Mistress," I replied, as I watched Mom getting double penetrated. It is one thing for Mom to tell the story of how she ended up being Karen's submissive... it's another to walk in on her getting double penetrated.

Karen enjoying being back in control, ordered, "Now fuck back hard and take this cock deep in your ass, Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom replied, close to an orgasm and willing to do anything to reach it... just like I had an hour ago in Ashley's bedroom.

Ashley was watching my Mom get double penetrated in complete awe.

Karen said, "Sit down, sluts, we need to talk."

Ashley and I obeyed, Ashley unable to stop watching, while I tried not to watch.

"So I had a long talk with Mistress Megan and then came to see you, but you weren't home. Of course your Mom was, so I simply snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor. She obeyed and I asked if she wanted to be my Mommy-slut slave and what did you say, Ms. Wyatt?"

Mom was so close to orgasm, her cheeks were red, her moans loud, as she answered, "Oh, Goooodddddd... yes... I begged to be Mistress Karen's pet again... I want to be her slut forever... fuck me more, Mistress, fuck my ass more... I must obey her... I can't say no... I'm so sorry... sweetheart... your Mom is a submissive slut... Mistress is just too good to resist "

I smiled, wanting to make sure Mom understood I was okay with it, "I know, Mom. Mistress Karen is impossible for me to resist, too."

I was in awe that the entire time Sabrina was silent, just lying there,

Karen pulled out, sat on a chair, and ordered, "Ride this cock in your ass, Mommy-slut."

I watched Mom get off the floor, quickly straddle Karen and drop her body on the cock, taking the entire seven inches in her asshole. It was nasty... it was also fucking hot. Mom really showed her flexibility as she moved her nylon-clad feet onto Karen's thighs and began bouncing on the cock, resting her arms on the chair for balance.

Mom devoured the entire cock in her ass as she oddly smiled, "Oh hi, you must be Ashley."

"Um, hi," Ms. Wyatt," Ashley greeted awkwardly.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Mom smiled.

"You too, Mrs. Wyatt," Ashley nodded.

"You're beautiful," Mom complimented, without losing a beat.

"Um, I think I should leave until you two are finished," I said, finding this very awkward... even more so because it was really turning me on.

"Nonsense, slut," Karen said. "You will wait until your ****** comes. It would be rude of you to leave before then."

To make things weirder, Mom asked, while still engulfing the entire cock in her ass, "So how was yesterday?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said, stunned that she was trying to have a regular conversation while being sodomized in front of her own ********.

"Tell me," Mom said.

"Well, it's a long story," I said.

"Tell us, slut," Karen demanded.

So I did. Retelling meeting Governor Greene, ending up being waitresses at her fundraiser on the weekend, and ending up being auctioned off to Brittany Banes. I then explained that someone was coming to pick us up in under an hour and we would be gone until Friday.

"No way," Karen said, as she pushed Mom back onto the floor and began really fucking her.

"Oh yes, I'm so close," Mom moaned.

"Ashley, crawl under your girlfriend's ****** and eat her cunt," Karen ordered.

Ashley looked at me.

I looked back with complete disbelief.

"Just kidding," Karen said. "Sabrina, get under the slut and get licking."

Sabrina obeyed, as I gave a huge sigh of relief. I wasn't sure I was ready to share my girlfriend with my Mom... fuck, my life had gotten weird fast.

Mom was breathing heavy and I watched in perverted awe until she came.

"Yes, ream my asshole in front of my ********," and "God, I'm a dirty Mommy-slut," and finally, "I'm so close. May I come, Mistress?"

Karen said, "Jenny, your ****** can't come until you give her permission."

Mom instantly begged, "Please, Jenny, let your slut ****** come, baby."

I don't know why, but I didn't let her come right away. Instead I said, "You can beg better than that."

"You devious slut," Karen said, amused.

Mom doubled her efforts, "Please, Jenny, Mommy needs to come so bad. I'll do anything, honey. I'll be your Mommy-pet anytime you want. Just let me come like the bimbo anal three-hole cunt-licking slut I am."

I was stunned by her words... stunned to the core by her offer of being submissive to me. I quickly gave her permission, "Come, Mommy-slut, come right now. And thanks for the gift: now I own you."

"Thank you, Mistress Jenny," Mom screamed, as she instantly came, collapsing into Sabrina's cunt.

I glanced at Ashley, who was not only watching the sex scene with my ****** intently, but had her fingers frantically rubbing her pussy.

"I'm going to pack my bag," I said, rattled, and with wetness leaking out of me.

"Well at least your girlfriend is enjoying the show," Karen called out as I stared at Ashley, clearly close to her own orgasm..

Ashley apologized weakly, "I'm sorry Jenny, but your mom is as gorgeous as you, and this was insanely hot."

Instead of packing, I quickly went to Ashley, and replaced her fingers with my tongue.

Ashley moaned, "Oh yes, lick me, baby."

"Like Mommy-slut, like ************," Karen mused.

Ashley didn't take two minutes to come on my face, as I finally got what I had been craving since we were in her bedroom.

I licked up her cum and then looked at the clock. I gave her a quick kiss and rushed upstairs. I packed a bag without any underwear and changed into a fun sundress with the idea of joining the mile high club tonight. Of course, I included a pair of mocha thigh highs. As I did, I couldn't help but wonder Why had I gotten so wet and horny from watching my ******?

When I returned downstairs Mom was licking Sabrina's pussy and Ashley was licking Karen's.

"You all packed then?" Karen asked.

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I replied, "Governor Greene made it clear we wouldn't need any clothes other than what we came with and left with."

"Come share my pussy with your girlfriend until you need to go," Karen ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, moving to Karen and leaning over Ashley to lick her clit while Ashley tongue fucked her.

As I did, Karen moved her hand around and grabbed my ass.

"Oh my. Jenny, why did you take your panties off?" Karen asked.

"I wanted to surprise Ashley on the plane," I lied.

"Sweet thought," Karen agreed, "but I think there's another reason."

"They were soaked," I admitted, knowing I was never a good liar.

"Really," Karen said amused, "but the only thing happening here since you got home was mommy-slut and me fucking. That couldn't have turned you on, could it?"

My face burned red.

Thankfully, Karen didn't push me any further and for the next ten minutes Ashley and I double teamed Karen's cunt and Mom got Sabrina off.

"Wow, that was amazing, sluts," Karen said, as she recovered from a rather intense orgasm.

"It's always a pleasure," I smiled.

Karen said, "All that ass fucking and coming actually got me hungry. Mommy-slut, do you think you could make up some dinner?"

"Of course, Mistress Karen," Mom nodded, standing up.

Mom went to grab her dress and Karen said, "You won't be needing that, Mommy-slut. I like you naked, so just wear an apron and nothing else. You have a great body for a woman your age."

"Thank you, Mistress," Mom said, looking at me. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Jenny."

"It's okay," I said, before adding, "although I imagine I'm going to need a lot of therapy."

"Or a lot of cunt," Karen added.

"And I hope you have a lot of fun this week," Mom said, walking to me.

"And a lot of cunt," Karen repeated.

Mom gave me a hug, her naked body squeezed against me, and said, "I love you so much, Jenny."

I could feel her hard nipples poking me and I briefly wondered what it would feel like to suck on them like I had all those years ago.

I shook that thought out of my head and said, "I love you too, Mom."

She kissed me on the cheek and I could smell Sabrina's cunt juice on her face.

Mom went to the kitchen and there was suddenly a knock on the door.

Karen said, "Have fun, sluts."

"Thanks, Mistress," I replied.

"And don't worry Jenny, I'm going to spend the week training your ******," Karen promised.

"Uh, okay," I said, as I called out, "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, honey," Mom called back, as Ashley and I walked out.

As we got outside, we saw a limo and Ashley said, "Holy fuck, we'll be riding in style."

I said, "Only the best for my girl."

As the limo drove us away, I apologized, "Sorry you had to see that."

"It was the strangest and yet the hottest thing I have ever seen," she said.

I said, "It was surreal as fuck."

"Plus, it was great to know," she said.

"What was great to know?" I asked.

"Well, most girls' bodies age like their *******, and well..." She smiled.

"Are you saying my ****** is hot?" I asked.

"Yep, and like ******, like ********," she smiled, as she leaned in and kissed me.

THE END FOR NOW...

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From Straight to Gay **********


Life was pretty normal. I was in my fourth year of college, majoring in commerce; I was engaged to a cute, sweet girl named Tabitha and we had a plan. You know the deal: graduate, get good jobs, get married, have two kids, a white picket fence in the suburbs, and live the American dream. It was al laid out, we even knew the names of our future kids: Thomas and Leanne (named after my ****** and her ******). Everything was going as planned, everything made sense.

And then...

One normal night...

Changed everything...

Did I know it then? No.

Would I change it now? No way.

If this was a movie, we would have some sweet music now and it would flashback to the day it all began. So let's pretend that is the case.

FLASHBACK BEGIN

On that normal night, it was our usual Thursday night men's night. This night it included going to a strip club to celebrate the engagement of another buddy of mine Eddie. The evening included a lot of ********, like it did, and spending a lot of money on sexy, but untouchable, women. By 1am, I was wasted and horny as hell, but knew I was getting none as Tabitha had early classes on Friday and I didn't. I would eventually end up back in my dorm room, wacking off as I usually did on Thursday nights, well, actually Friday mornings.

Having broke the seal hours ago, I had been doing a steady walk from our seats, to the bathroom. I was draining the lizard when a moment so peculiar began my new life.

A 6 foot 4 black man in his early twenties walked into the bathroom, right behind him was a skinny, nerd looking kid named Elmer (if you can believe it) who was in a couple of my classes. The black man dropped his pants, pulled out his dick, a mammoth cock that was easily over 8 inches, and said, "Ok cocksucker, get to work."

Elmer looked around and saw me starring right at him as I continued to take a piss. The look of complete recognition and fear spread all over his face.

The black man roared, "Faggot, get to work I don't have all day." Elmer then broke eye contact with me, dropped to his knees and took the cock in his mouth. He moaned, "That's it cocksucker, take my black cock."

I finished my piss and had no idea what to do. I had never even considered another man, nor had watching two guys ever been a remote turn on, yet I was transfixed watching this nerdy white kid who I assumed was still just a geeky virgin, taking a big, thick black cock in his mouth. Without my control, my cock stiffened in my hand. The black man looked over at me and said, "Enjoying the show are we?"

I stuttered awkwardly as I tried to put my 6 and a half inch erected cock back into my pants, "Um-no-sorry-I-I-I was just finishing up."

He laughed, "Yeah you were enjoying the show. Probably wishing you could be the one on his knees taking my black cock."

I chuckled awkwardly responding, "No, I am not gay."

His laugh echoed in the small bathroom as he said, "That's what all you white boys say before you beg to suck my cock."

I began to leave when he said, "Stop."

I don't know why, but I did. He grabbed Elmer's head and began to furiously face fuck his mouth.

I watched in stunned perverse silence, well aware that my dick was stiff as could be desperately trying to release itself from my tight jeans. The black dominant man smiled at me and said, "You are enjoying this aren't you?" He then grunted, pulled out his stiff long cock and sprayed his cum all over Elmer's face; he looked directly at me the whole time. He then rubbed his cock all over Elmer's face, while Elmer's tongue tried to retrieve the cum. He pointed to the floor and said, "Faggot, don't waste any of my cum." Elmer looked at me quickly, clearly humiliated, but then dropped to the floor and began licking the dirty floor. The black man pulled up his pants and said to me, "Do you want my faggot here to suck you off?"

I shook my head no.

"You sure, he is a great cocksucker. Aren't you faggot?"

Elmer looked up and shook his head yes. The black man roared, "Use words pussy."

Defeated he said, "Yes, I love sucking cock."

"Do you want to suck this guy here, what's your name?"

I don't know why I answered, but I did, "Carter."

"Carter who?" he queried.

"Carter Delorme," I responded for some reason.

"Do you want to suck Carter's cock here, you got him all horny."

"Yes," he said unashamedly.

"Go kneel in front of Carter slut." Elmer quickly obeyed.

I was *****, horny and figured what the hell. I opened my jeans and let loose my desperate cock. Elmer did not even hesitate as he took my cock in his mouth. Now Tabitha sucked my cock on a somewhat regular basis and a couple others had before her, but none compared to what Elmer was doing with my cock. It was like a vacuum had been wrapped around my dick. He bobbed up and down with a consistent pace and I just closed my eyes and forgot it was a guy sucking my cock. His expert mouth had me delirious with pleasure and I moaned "I'm cumming," as I sprayed a load of cum into his mouth. Unlike the girls who had given me head, he kept bobbing up and down swallowing it all, not slowing down a single bit. After such an orgasm and his continual bobbing, I was overwhelmed. I looked up and saw that the black man had his cell phone open and was either taping or taking pictures. I quickly struggled to pull up my pants as a couple other guys came into the bathroom.

They smirked as they saw Elmer on his knees, cum still on his face. The black man smiled and said, "Give me your cell number."

Trying to get out of there as fast as I could, I blurted out my number and rushed out of there just as I heard him say "Thanks, I can always use another white cocksucker."

I returned to my friends beat red, but they were to busy watching a petite redhead shake her ass in front of them to even notice I was gone. I said I had to go, said my slurred byes and hightailed it out of there. I got home, crashed into my bed, as I slowly slipped into ***************, I wondered does letting a guy suck me off and enjoying it make me gay? No, a blow job is a blow job.

THE NEXT DAY: FRIDAY

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and little memory. I got to my first class late, but as I sat down and saw Elmer a couple rows ahead of me it all came flashing back. Elmer had sucked my cock, like no other. The thought of it had my cock rising uncomfortably in my pants. I repositioned myself and attempted to pay attention to another dull lecture. A few minutes in, my cellphone rang, embarrassed it went off, I apologized and quickly put it on vibrate. Of course, like we all do, I quickly took a glimpse at the message when the professor went back on his yawn-a-thon. I looked at the text and it was simply a picture of a black cock. I quickly put it down so no one could see and then took a quick glimpse. As I starred at it, my phone vibrated again.

This time a text that said: "How is my future cocksucker doing?"

I put the phone in my pocket as I contemplated how I was going to deal with this. Class ended and I got out of there before I could face Elmer. Tabitha texted me saying she was free for lunch and to meet her at OJays. I texted her back ok and started walking there. My cell vibrated again and I took a look and it was from the same number.

I quickly clicked on it to read it. "Ready to submit?"

I sighed and kept walking.

Thirty seconds had not passed when another text came in. I quickly read it. Again the same number. "My stiff dick is waiting for your virgin mouth."

My face must have been red by now. I looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I continued walking.

Just as I was in view of our meting place another text came in. I looked at it and it said, "If your cock is hard right now, which I know it is, you are a faggot...my faggot." Of course, my dick was rock hard, but still I was no faggot. I put the phone in my pocket and entered the restaurant. Tabitha was already there and I sat down. Looking at her immediately all my anxiety fluttered away. I loved her. I was not gay. I was *****, nothing more. I ignored the 7 vibrations throughout the next half hour. Yet when my beautiful fiancé went to the bathroom I quickly, and eagerly I must admit, checked the messages:

"Are you thinking of my cock right now?"

"Between your lip?"

"In your tight, white, bottom?"

"Did you see Elmer in class today?"

"He said, your cum tasted good and he would love to swallow your sweet load again."

"Does your pretty girl you are having lunch with suck cock like little Elmer did?"

I gasped as I looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. I didn't see Tabitha yet, so I clicked on the last message. "If you want, Elmer is in one of the bathroom stalls, waiting for your cock."

I know I should have ignored the opportunity, but I couldn't. My raging cock controlled my brain now. I waited for Tabitha to return to the table and excused myself. I entered the bathroom and whispered "Elmer?"

"In here," he responded.

I opened the stall and closed the door. He instantly began unbuckling my belt and slid down my pants.

My cock sprang free and he quickly took it in his mouth. I instantly moaned. This time he took his time, going slow and doing something I can't even explain with his saliva. His mouth actually felt like a wet pussy. He had me so close a couple times, but then would slow down; finally frantic to cum, I grabbed his head and, like I saw yesterday, I face fucked his mouth. I pounded his face, shoving most of my stiff rod in his mouth. He took it all and just sat there as I exploded a loud of juice down his throat. After I was done, I quickly pulled my pants up. Elmer smiled at me for the first time and said, "Thank you for your cum."

I laughed at the absurdity of the statement but responded, "Your welcome."

I began to turn around when the phone vibrated again. I looked at the message, "Is my faggot done sucking my new faggot?"

I looked at Elmer as he said, "Here is my number. Please text me anytime you have some cum for me."

Oddly I took his number and said, "This doesn't make me gay."

"I know," he smiled, clearly not believing me.

"No seriously, I am engaged."

"Ok," he said finally standing up. "I need to get to my next class, plus I am suppose to meet in Professor Adams' office at 3:30 for a little dictation."

"Professor Adams, our accounting teacher?"

"The one and only," he said matter-of-factly.

"But he is like 65 years old."

"68 actually, but his cum is delicious," he explained. "Well thanks again for your cum." He then left.

I washed up and returned to my table and almost shot myself. The black man was at the table with my fiance.I got to the table and he said, "Oh hey Carter, I was just talking with your fiancé here."

"Oh," I barely got out.

"You shouldn't leave a sexy girl like this alone for so long. What took you so long?" he asked coyly.

I lied, "Oh I bumped into a guy from my marketing class and we talked about next weeks test."

He laughed and said, "I'm sure you did bump into him." He stood up and said, "Well I gotta get to class, I will see you tonight Carter, 6 o'clock."

"We will?" I asked questioningly.

"Yeah, your sweetheart has to work on a project tonight she told me, so I asked her if you could come and play basketball with us, we are a man short."

"Oh, I..." I began.

Again the hidden innuendoes dripped as he said, "We will just be bouncing around some balls." He gave a wave and walked away.

I sat down and Tabitha said, "He is nice."

"Sure," I responded, "What did he tell you?"

"Nothing really. That he met you at the party last night and that you to shared a ***** and had a lot in common. He said he was rather new here and was looking forward to getting to know some new people."

"Oh," I said. My phone vibrated. Then again. We finished lunch and she headed to class. I watched her leave and then checked my phone. I had to end this, before Tabitha found out. The first message was: "Your fiancé is very pretty. Do you think she knows that you will be sucking my cock in just a few hours?"

The second one was simply a picture of Elmer sucking my cock.

Was he blackmailing me? Fuck. How was I going to deal with this? I texted him back: "We need to talk."

A couple minutes later as I headed back to my room, he responded, "Sure thing cocksucker. I will text you my address later. Be there at 6 exactly."

I texted back, "No, I mean, please leave me alone."

Almost instantly he responded, "Come to my dorm at 6 and we will discuss it." I sighed and figured it was the only way to end it. He sent me the dorm number and I went home and took a nap. I woke up at 5 and there were no new texts. I was strangely disappointed. I watched some sports on TV and then headed over there, getting there a few minutes early.

I walked in the dorm and walked up the second floor. I walked past a few other guys all who seemed to be smirking at me; what did they know? Or was it just me.

I knocked on the door, the name Cavin was on a sign on the door, was that his name? I assumed so. He called "Come in". I walked in and he was on the couch playing X-Box, luckily, by himself. I closed the door and he said,"Right on time."

I began, "This needs to stop."

"What does?" he asked.

"Your texts, talking to my fiancé."

He stood up, dropped his pants and said, "Look faggot. You are here. You came here knowing what was going to happen. " He walked right to me. He put his strong hands on my head and pushed me to the floor. "Look at that delicious cock. Tell me right now you don't want it. Tell me your cock is not stiff in your pants right now."

His cock was an inch from my face. I was memorized by it. And like he knew all along, I wanted it. I needed to have it. I slowly began to lean forward when he said, "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head just slightly.

He chuckled, "No, no, no, I need to know for sure. You came here thinking I was going to blackmail you, but I don't do that. Anyone who sucks my cock must do so eagerly and on their own accord. But I warn you, once you do it I will own you."

I looked up at him and said, "I want to suck your cock."

"You understand after you suck my cock, I will eventually want to fuck your ass?"

"Yes," I responded.

"So you want to suck my black cock and then take my long stiff rod up your ass?"

As he asked it I knew that indeed I did. "Yes."

He then moved his cock towards my lips and I submissively opened my mouth. I don't know what I expected, but his prick had a sweetly salty sweat taste to it that was addictively tasty. I took his head into my mouth and sucked it slowly, bit by bit taking more into my mouth. I heard him say, "How does my cock taste cocksucker?"

"Good," I moaned without allowing his cock to leave my mouth. As I took more in he gave slight moans of pleasure and I instantly understood the power women have when they suck cock. The thrill of giving such pleasure was overwhelming. All I wanted to do was make him cum, to taste his nectar. I began to move up and down faster, taking half his mammoth cock in my mouth. As I picked up the pace there was a knock at the door.

Cavin called, "Come in." I froze and tried to move but he demanded, his hand on my head, "Keep sucking slut." What could I do? I kept sucking as the door opened.

I heard a chuckle, "Oh I see you have a new cocksucker."

Cavin responded, "Yes, apparently he is engaged."

"Really? Anyways, what is the plan tonight?"

Cavin held my head and started pumping into my mouth, "Poker night and then the club."

"Sounds good," the unseen guy said as he chuckled and closed the door. avin began pumping his cock going deeper into my mouth and then shot his loud down my throat. I tried to swallow it all like Elmer had, but it was too much and some dripped down my mouth and onto the floor. Calvin sighed as he said, "Are you wasting my cum ************?"

"No," I quickly responded and without instruction dropped to the floor to get the cum I lost. I should have been humiliated, yet it somehow seemed natural.

After retrieving the cum, Cavin said, take off your clothes. I obeyed, knowing what was next.

Cavin smiled and said, "My cock isn't ready for round two yet is it?"

"No," I said, and got back on my knees and took his semi-hard penis back in my mouth. It took a couple minutes and he was hard again. He demanded, "Bend over the couch slut."

I obeyed.

"Tell me what you want me to do now."

I hesitated, but then said, "Please fuck my bum."

Cavin laughed hard and said, "Really, is that dirty talk? Convince me I should give you the privilege of my black cock in your white virgin rectum.

Knowing I was defeated and that I desperately did want his cock in my ass I pleaded, "Please fuck my virgin asshole with your massive block cock. Hammer my ass and fuck me like a bitch."

"Much better," Cavin said as another knock on the door interrupted the impending loss of my anal cherry. "Come in."

This time I was looking right at the door as the door opened. In walked another black guy. He smirked and said, "Hey Cavin, who is this?"

"Carter, this is his first time as a cum slut," Cavin responded as he lubed his hard cock.

"Nice," the guy replied. "I hear it is poker night."

Cavin moved his cock to my virgin ass and grunted as he pushed forward and casually said, "Yeah, in an hour." His cock slowly slid into my tight ass.

I whimpered in pain as his large cock went deeper into me. The guy said, "So what is your fiance's name?"

I grunted, "Tabitha," as the hard cock slid deeper into me. Then he stopped and just sat there his cock filling me as deep as I thought possible.

Then Cavin demanded, "Bounce back on my cock." I couldn't image it going any deeper, but as I slowly moved back it indeed went deeper. Cavin moaned, "You are a pretty little slut. You love my cock don't you."

As I moved back and forth the pain slowly went away and a unique pleasure replaced it and I moaned, "Yes, I love your cock."

"Who owns you?"

"You do," I responded moving faster on his cock.

"What are you?"

"A faggot," I responded.

"Whose faggot?"

"Your faggot," I moaned, loving his cock deep inside me. I looked up and saw a cock in my face and without instruction took it in my mouth.

Calvin then grabbed my hips and began to thrust in and out of me faster. "Oh yeah faggot, you are a good little faggot. Such a tight little faggot. Such an eager little faggot."

As I bobbed up and down on an unnamed cock, I heard him say, "He will make a good addition to your sluts. "

"That he will," Cavin responded as I felt a hot liquid fill my bowels. He kept pumping and I was disappointed when his cock slid out of my ass. I kept sucking the unnamed man's cock until he pulled out and sprayed a full loud of cum all over my face and hair.

Cavin was getting dressed and said, "Cocksucker, go clean yourself up."

Humiliated I stood up and began to look for my clothes and something to clean my face with. "No, no, no," he said, "Leave the cum on your face until you get to the bathroom."

"But," I began.

"And don't you ever question me fucktoy," he bellowed, throwing me a towel.

Humiliated, I wrapped the towel around my naked body. Cavin said, "The bathroom is four doors down to your right."

I left the room and came into a hallway with a couple guys lingering about. I kept my head down until I was stopped by a guy who said, "Um, you now you have cum all over your face and hair."

Saying nothing, I kept going, as their laughter filled the hallway. I got into the bathroom, washed my face and hair and looked in the mirror. How was I going to explain this to Tabitha? I walked back towards Cavin's room as fast as I could.

I got in there and Cavin was getting the table ready for poker. Cavin looked up and said, "You can leave. If you need to cum, you may go down to room 112 and say Cavin sent you. If you go though, understand you won't get a blow job, but you will get to fuck someone. Now get the fuck out of here, some real men are coming to play poker."

I got dressed and headed out the building, my mind saying don't go to room 112, but my cock saying, "um excuse me, actually yes you are going to room 112." I followed my cock and knocked on the door.

I heard a voice say "Who is it?" and I entered.

I responded, "Um Cavin sent me."

"Come in," the voice replied.

I walked in and saw Austin Miller. He was a 300 plus pound all-star white offensive lineman. I starred at him stunned as he got up and said, "So you are here to fuck me?"

"Um," I began.

He smiled, "Its ok. I am one of Cavin's sluts, just like you must be now. Each of us have different roles."

"Um," I tried.

Laughing he asked, "Don't worry what is your name?"

"Carter," I said.

"Get undressed," he said, as he pulled down his sweats. He handed me some lube and said, "Fuck me hard and come inside me. I love being fucked."

Desperately needing to cum, I lubed my cock and positioned myself behind the large man. I hesitated briefly but then slid rather easily into Austin's ass. I don't know what he did, but after my cock slid inside his ass, he tightened his ass cheeks around my cock. The feeling was amazing. He moaned, "Harder, fuck my ass harder."

Following his instructions, I began thrusting as fast as I could and going as deep as I could. He whimpered in pleasure huffing and puffing with each hard stroke. I held on to his hips and pounded him like I never had a woman. And just like Elmer was the best blow job I had ever received, this was quickly becoming the greatest fuck I had ever had. I knew I was close, but I didn't want this sensation to end. Yet, my cock had a mind of its own and realizing I was about to burst I grunted, "Here comes my cum faggot, take it all." Instantly my most powerful orgasm exploded out of me and into the massive offensive lineman.

He grunted as he begged like a little school girl, "Keep pounding me, don't stop, please, please keep fucking me." So I kept pumping and then realized he was stroking his cock as I drilled him. His moans got more animated and then he clearly came spraying his cum all over the back of his couch. I slid out of his cum filled ass and collapsed on a nearby chair.

He pulled up his pants and said, "Thanks, you have a great cock."

I laughed and said, "I don't know what you did with your ass, but it was so fucking tight I never wanted to leave it."

He responded, "Just something I have learned over the years. Most guys who fuck me, say I am much better than any pussy."

Realizing how awkward this was, I began getting dressed.

Austin noticing the tension said, "You seem ashamed."

"Well, I just fucked a guy and I just got my ass fucked for the first time," I said somewhat matter of factly.

No reason to be ashamed. Many guys like having sex with other men. Over half the football team has fucked my ass and over half the men in this dorm have too. It is natural. Shakespeare even fucked men."

"Its just, I am engaged to be married," I said frustratingly.

"I see; don't worry. Cavin will never stop that if you really love her and if that is what you want, although he will insist that you tell her the truth. He believes in honesty."

"Really?"

"Hey did he make you do anything without your consent?"

"No, but."

"Did you willingly take his cock in your mouth and ass?"

"I suppose."

"Exactly. Cavin just has a power over men who have gay tendencies. If you were not gay at all, you would not have allowed him to dominate you."

Accepting reality, I slumped on a chair and said, "I suppose."

Austin then said "Lets put it this way. Would you never suck his cock or be fucked by him again to be with your fiancé?"

I thought about this a long time. "No, I can't explain it, but I loved feeling his cock in my mouth and in my ass."

"I assumed so. So you need to be truthful to her. Either she will accept you as you are, or she won't . Either way, she will eventually find out."

"True. But how do I tell her?"

"Oh Cavin will make that happen."

"How?"

"Oh in some way to show he has power over you. He will humiliate you in front of her in some way."

"Oh. How did he do it to you?"

"He didn't. I have always been gay," Austin admitted.

I was ready to leave, but how does one leave after he just fucked a guy in the ass. If it was a girl, I would give her a kiss and babble some sort of sincere I had a good time crap. But what do I say now. Austin reading my mind said, "Well, I am going out in a bit, but if you ever need a place to shoot a load, come on over."

"Um, yeah thanks," I said and just left. Thankfully no one was in the hallway and I rushed back to my dorm. When I got there I had three texts. One from my girl asking what our plan was tomorrow and two from Cavin.

The first one said, "Did you enjoy Austin's bottom? It is ridiculously tight isn't it?"

The second one said, "I am having a party tomorrow night, I expect you there and bring your lady."

I sighed knowing I had to go to the party and that by the end of the night I may no longer be engaged. I knew I had to tell her before the party, but how?

I texted him back "I will try, what kind of party is it?"

He texted me back, "Well Thursday is Halloween, so can you guess? By the way, I expect you to dress like a girl."

"A girl?" I text back.

"Yes. I expect the full thing. Dress, stockings, (no pantyhose), bra, some sort of fake tits, lipstick, make-up, hair and heels."

I sighed. How was I going to explain this to Tabitha. I didn't text back as I considered this.

A few minutes later he texted back. "I expect a very pretty little cocksucker tomorrow, understand? I expect an answer in thirty seconds."

Immediately I texted back, "Yes I understand."

I went and had a shower. I actually did some school work and watched some TV. Around 1:30, just as I was getting ready to hit the hay, I got another text. It was from him again and it said, "Hey, my bros ditched with some ho's, I need a ride home. Come get me, NOW, at the Vixon Club."

I got dressed and texted him back, "Be there in 15 minutes."

"Good bitch, I will be inside, tell the bouncer you are Cavin's cunt," he responded.

Fuck, I thought to myself, this can't be good. Yet, my cock was already standing at attention.

I drove to the most popular club in the city for college students. I parked the car a few blocks away and walked to the club. There was a long line up. I walked past the line and went to the large, all muscle, 6'4 bouncer and whispered, "Hi, I am Cavin's cunt."

The man chuckled and said "Well head on in cocksucker." Two blonde girls at the front of the line mouths dropped as they heard his words and I was allowed inside.

Once inside, I found Cavin at a table with a few other people. Cavin stood up and walked over to me. "Right on time slut, let's go."

I followed him outside, past the girls who had just a minute earlier heard that I was a cocksucker. I kept my head down as we walked back to my car. About a block away, he pulled me into an open doorway of a shop and said, "Hungry?"

I was a bit confused until he unbuttoned his pants. I looked around, we were somewhat secluded, but people across the street could possibly see what was going on, as could anyone driving by. He saw my trepidation as he said, "Get on your knees faggot."

I obeyed and took his stiff missile in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum quick, so I sucked him as fast as I could. A minute or two in, I heard a car horn honk, then a second. *********** overwhelmed me, but I kept sucking, knowing as embarrassed as I was, I also was indeed hungry for his cum. "Hi maam," I heard Cavin say, as a pair of heels clicked on by. I tried to go deeper, make him cum faster, as I heard him say, "Hi ladies, enjoying the show?"

A girl's voice said, "Wow, that is hot."

Another slurred, "Your cock is huge."

"Thanks," he grunted, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face.

A voice said, "Oh yeah, fuck your little cocksucker."

Another grunt and he pulled out and showered my face with his jizz. He then said, "Say hi to the girls."

I looked up and saw three, probably 19 year old girls, all dressed as whores on the prowl, watching the free show. Cum dripping down my cheek, I said, "Hi."

One pulled out her camera and took a picture of my cum soaked face and Cavin's cock. Then they went on their way. Cavin pulled his pants up and I stood up, still covered in cum. "You look good in my cum, keep it on. "

We went to my car and started driving back to the dorm. I asked him out of curiosity, "How many guys have you," I paused, unsure how to ask what I wanted to know.

He grinned, "How many little faggots do I have?"

I nodded.

"Well, I have add over a 100 in my life at least, and screwed a couple hundred woman as well. But right now I have a dozen or so faggots who are at my disposal and another dozen woman."

"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed that I was just another guy.

"Pull in here," he said, pointing to a 7-11. He then handed me 5 bucks, "Go get me a coke and some ketchup chips."

I took the money. I walked into the, thankfully empty, store, grabbed the pop and chips and headed to the till. The girl, who I instantly recognized as in my stats class, said, "Um, aren't you in my stats class?"

"Yes," I responded casually while ignoring the fact that I still had sticky goo all over my face and hair.

She rang the things in and I paid her. As I started to leave, she asked "Do you mind me asking, why you have cum all over your face?"

I just kept walking humiliated.

I returned to the car and Cavin was now standing up, leaning on the side of the car, the door still open. He said, "She is quite pretty."

"Yes," I responded, giving him the pop and chips. "She is in one of my classes."

"Really," he said, "Well we better give her a show then."

He unbuckled his pants and said, "Get to work bitch. But first turn around and make eye contact."

I did.

"Now suck me cocksucker."

I dropped to my knees and began sucking. The door, open, blocked the cars passing by from seeing anything, but I was in plain view for the 7-11 clerk. I sucked his cock for a couple minutes when he said, "That's enough". I stopped. He then said, "Look back at her and give her a smile."

I obeyed, her look stunned, yet with a smirk. I then returned to the car. On the last few minutes home, his cock stood erect, just sitting there. He said to me, "So what are you going to tell Tabitha?"

"I don't know," I honestly replied.

"You know I bet you I could have her sucking my cock and taking it in the ass by the end of the night."

"No way," I responded, "I am the only guy she has ever slept with."

"You weren't an eager cock sucking faggot yesterday either were you."

I said nothing.

"Were you?" he repeated.

"No I wasn't," I agreed.

"Tell you what, I take your challenge. By the end of tomorrow night, I will fuck your fiancé."

"I-I-I didn't challenge you," I panicked.

"I think you did. Either way, it is happening. I expect you at tomorrow's party with her, do you understand."

"Yes," I responded as we approached a red light.

He grabbed my head and shoved it down on his cock. I sucked a few seconds and then he said, "Red light." I came back up and saw a woman in her 50s starring at me.

I blushed and started driving and arrived at his dorm.

He looked at me and said "For now on you address me as master?"

"Yes master," I obediently said.

"Even in public."

"Yes master," I agreed.

"Good," he said and finished "Tomorrow I fuck your fiancé and tomorrow she finds out you like cock." He then walked away.

Sadly, I was still horny. I got out of the car, it was 2:30am, but I went and knocked on Austin's door. I heard grunting as he called, "Who is it?"

"Carter," I responded.

"Come on in," he said. I walked in and he was in the exit same position as when I was fucking him. But right now he was being fucked by a small blonde girl with a strap-on.

She smiled at me, "Oh look another faggot."

Through grunts he said, "Carter this is Bethany, Bethany Carter."

"Hi," I said.

Bethany smiled and said, "Do you have cum on your face?"

"Yes," I replied.

Austin laughed, "Another round with Cavin?"

"Yes," I replied.

"He loves to see how far he can humiliate his boys."

"I am beginning to see that," I said, "He plans to fuck my fiancé tomorrow."

"Ahh," he said, a strap-on still in his ass, "You know he probably will."

Brittany broke the conversation as she said, "Get naked faggot, I want to watch." She pulled her strap-on out of Austin's ass.

I got undressed as Austin casually said, "Wow Carter, when I said any time, I did not really mean any time."

"Sorry," I responded, "I just, I don't know, I just,".

Austin smiled and said, "Its ok, just get over here and fuck me."

I obliged, sliding my rod into his ass. I was fucking him for a couple minutes when I felt Bethany behind me. "Stand still for a minute," she demanded. And without lube, she began pushing her cock in my ass. It was awkward, but soon I was the middle piece of a fuck sandwich. We eventually began moving in a constant rhythm and the strap-on stayed deep in my arse as I went in and out of Austin. The cock in my ass had me extra hot and I shot a second loud of cum in Austin's sweet ass. Brittany then pulled out of my ass and pushed my head down. Soon I was sucking her plastic toy. This went on for a minute until Austin came over pulled me up and kissed me.

The kiss stunned me, it was soft and tender. It occurred to me I had done a lot of dirty things the last day, but never done anything so intimate. He then broke the kiss and asked shyly, "Will you please suck me."

I smiled for probably the first time in two days as I said, "Austin, I would love too." I looked at Bethany who had a camcorder in her hands. I shrugged, dropped to my knees and took Austin's much smaller 5 inch cock in my mouth. I sucked for only a couple minutes and he shot a loud of cum in my mouth.

As I got dressed, I was surprised to see Austin bent back over and again taking Bethany's strap-on in his ass. I said, "Thanks Austin."

As he grunted, "No problem, grab a card on my desk over there, its my cell."

I walked over and grabbed it. "If you want to fuck me this late next time, call me first."

"Sure thing," I said and left.

I returned home and went to bed.

NEXT DAY: SATURDAY

I told Tabitha my Halloween plan and she thought it was brilliant. She took me shopping and helped create my outfit. She stressed I could not look better than her, so she picked out an incredibly naughty French maid outfit.

I got a few texts from Cavin throughout the day:

"I am going to fuck your fiancé in front of you."

"Does she know you are a cocksucker?'

"Maybe I will let you both suck my cock and see who is better?"

"Does she take it in the ass, or does only my faggot like it in the ass?"

"The video of you with Austin is quite good."

"Did you know Bethany knows your fiancé?"

"Don't worry, she won't tell her you're a faggot, until you tell her."

By the time the party arrived I was a basketcase. Tabitha dressed me up, did my make-up and I have to admit I looked very good. Tabitha looked amazing as well. The plan was to go the 7:00 movie, our Saturday tradition, and then head to the party.

We both had a couple ****** at supper and then went to the movie. At the movie, I was shockingly surprised to bump into Cavin.

"Hi Carter, don't you look pretty; and Tabitha wow," he said as he sauntered over to us.

"Hi, Master," I responded.

"Thanks," Tabitha greeted, although she gave ne a strange look.

"What movie are you going to?" he asked.

"Saw 3D," I replied.

"Me too," he said, "But my buddy ditched me."

Tabitha, being Tabitha, said, "Well you could watch it with us if you want."

"Well thanks," he said, "I'll get the snacks, my treat."

He went and got the snacks as I got a text. "Here begins the seduction your girl."

We went in the theatre and sat down. I was in the middle. We then watched the movie in silence. I kept waiting for something to happen, but nothing did I was finally getting relaxed when with about 20 minutes left in the movie, Cavin 'accidently' spilled a pepsi all over my dress. "I'm so sorry Carter. Here is some money, go grab another one."

I got up and began to leave, noticing he was now sitting in my spot.

As I left the theatre and hit the bathroom I bumped into my Accounting professor Mr. Adams. He looked at me and said, "I am supposed to entertain you for 20 minutes."

"But I need to get back to my fiance."

He smiled and said, "No, you need to let your master seduce your fiancé while I please you."

"But you're my professor."

"And today you are about to get a lesson."

He led me into a bathroom stall, he hiked up my dress and took my cock in his mouth. I sat there and watched by 68 year old professor bob up and down slowly, so slowly, on my cock. He took my cock out of his mouth and said, "You have a great cock Carter." He then slid his tongue down my shaft began sucking my bag. He sucked each ball in his mouth individually, taking his time. He then moved back up to my cock. He looked up at me and said, "Tell me what you want Carter."

I looked at him and said, "Please suck my cock, Professor Adams."

He put is mouth back on my cock and continued the slow blow job. His mouth, full of saliva, coated my cock, making the sensation more thrilling. His tenderness was driving me nuts. I moaned, "Professor, please, faster."

He instantly moved faster, taking my whole cock into his mouth. I was getting close when he suddenly stopped. He looked at me and said, "How is your fiancé right now?"

I grabbed his head, shoved my cock back into his mouth and said, "Shut up professor and suck my cock." Frustrated and horny I began to really pound my geezer of a professor's mouth. I don't know why but I became verbal, "Suck it professor. Take my hard cock."

I heard a couple people in the bathroom, yet I kept saying, "Take my cum faggot, take it all." I sprayed my cum into his throat. I pulled down my dress and said, "Thanks professor, you are a very good cocksucker."

I walked out of the stall, my professor still on his knees, and saw three guys, all probably 18 or 19 standing there in awe. I smiled at them and said, "If you want a blow job, just enter the stall." I walked out as I heard the stall door close.

I returned to the movie and saw Cavin had his right arm around her and as I got closer I realized his left hand was under her skirt. I backed up a bit and watched. He was clearly fingering her, with others were in seats in front and behind her. This continued for a few minutes, until the credits went up. I went back outside and a couple minutes later Cavin and a red faced Tabitha exited the theatre. I walked up to them and said, "Sorry, getting pop out of a dress is a bitch."

Cavin laughed and said, "No problem. The movie sucked, so you missed fuck all." I noticed, but pretended not to, that Cavin had his hand on her ass. He continued, "Well I got to go and get ready for the party. See ya soon." He then gave me a high five and headed out.

I grabbed my fiancés' hand and we walked back to the car. I asked, "So how was the movie?"

"Oh it was ok," she lied, "Like Cavin said, it just pretty lame." After a pause she asked, "Why did you call Cavin master?"

"Oh, just an inside joke."

"I see," she said, clearly in her own dreamland.

We drove to the party in silence as we both considered our separate secret fate with Cavin. The party was rather dull when we got there, but was getting crowded fast. It was the usual, guys dressed in conveniently easy outfits, while woman were dressed as whores, it is the one day it seems your allowed to without judgment. We grabbed a couple ****** and I noticed Tabitha seemed very preoccupied. She drank three glasses of wine in the first hour, unusual for her, and had two jello shots.

It was then that Cavin arrived, dressed ironically enough as the devil. After some chit chat he said, "Tabitha, why don't I give you a tour. Carter why don't you go and find Elmer, he said he really needed something from you. He is probably still in room 213."

Tabitha gave me a kiss and I watched as she left to probably get fucked by my master. I headed up to the dorm. The party itself looked pretty normal. People ********, dancing close, playing poker, etc. I left the main party floor and headed upstairs to room 213. As I entered, I saw Elmer on a bed naked with a vibrator in his ass, that was clearly on. He looked at me and said, "Cavin told me I was to stay in this position until you came and replaced the toy and fucked my ass."

Without a word, I walked over and shoved my cock into Elmer's eager mouth. He sucked my cock for a while and then begged, "Please, please fuck my ass. I need it so bad."

I went behind and pulled out the vibrating toy. I then plugged his ass. As I pounded him, I wondered what was happening to Tabitha. Was she being seduced by Cavin? Having came less than two hours ago, this turned into a marathon session. I was also slightly *********** and this led to me being more verbal. "How does my cock feel slut?" I asked.

"So good Carter, fuck me Carter, make me your whore," he moaned.

I stopped fucking him and said, "Bounce back on my cock whore."

He eagerly obeyed and my whole cock disappeared with each thrust back. He kept a constant rhythm, trying to get my cock deeper up his petite ass. Finally after over twenty minutes of steady butt-fucking, I shot my jizz up his ass.

As I pulled out, he looked at me and said, "That was amazing."

As I repositioned my dress I said, "You are a damn good fuck. I wish my fiancé was that eager."

He smiled and said, "Both my holes are yours anytime you want."

"Oh I will be in contact," I said as I left the room.

I headed back down to the party and things had got more crazy. The place was a mess and there were two girls making out on a couch, there was a guy on a chair, with a blanket over his lap, as a head bopped up and down. I kept walking, but could not find my fiancé. As I reached the back area, I saw a ton of people in a circle. I pushed my way to get a peak and saw a pretty blonde sucking a black guys' cock as she got fucked by another guy. I watched the scene distracted, but then kept looking for my girl. Eventually, I wondered if she was back in his room. I rushed upstairs and got to his door. I heard clear moaning and the sound was clearly my fiancé. I walked in and can barely explain what I saw.

Tabitha was straddling Cavin, her stockingfeet on each of his legs, as her ass, her virgin ass yesterday, bounced on his cock. She looked at me and stopped. Tears began to stream down her face as she said, "I am so sorry Carter, I don't know what came over me. "

"Keep riding slut," Cavin demanded and Tabitha obeyed, once again moving up and down on Cavin's thick rod, taking about 6 inches in her ass. "Good girl Tabitha, tell your boy how good my black cock feels in your ass."

Humiliated she moaned, "So good, so good, I'm sorry Carter, but I couldn't resist." Cavin then flipped her onto her knees and returned to fucking her ass. " So Carter, after you left to get another pepsi, I moved beside your girl and when a scary part happened, I slyly moved my arm around her. I then put my hand on her leg. She did no resist did you cunt?"

"Noooo," she moaned tears still falling, but clearly enjoying the cock inside her.

"Anyways, so I slid my hand up her leg and to her panties. When she didn't stop, I whispered into her ear, 'I am going to finger fuck your pussy now.' She whimpered and opened her legs more to give me easier access. I then slid one finger in, then two and finally three. Unfortunately, the credits rolled before I could give her an orgasm."

He pulled his cock out of her ass and said, "Now cocksucker, come and suck my cock."

Tabitha began to turn around to obey, when I walked over, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.

I am sure Tabitha's mouth dropped, but I just started sucking eagerly as my master explained, "Tabitha, your fiancé became my little faggot yesterday."

Tabitha, "Is that true Carter?"

Cavin took his cock out of my mouth and said, "Bend over faggot." I obeyed and I was looking her straight in the eye as his cock slid into my ass. Cavin then said, "Tabitha, shove your pussy, that still has my first load of cum in it, in your fiancé's face."

Tabitha looked at me with a look I could not read. She walked over to me and slapped me in the face. She began to leave when Cavin said, "If you leave now, you will never get my cock again."

Tabitha stopped.

"You gave me your pussy in less than 10 minutes after you left your man, so don't you get all dignified."

"But, at least I am not gay."

"Grab my cellphone from the table there Tabitha." She obeyed. "Sit down." She obeyed again.

He clicked a button and said, "Latasha, where are you? Really, perfect. Bring her too and get your ass to my room now." He hung up and continued, "So Carter, we did a quick tour, my hand on her ass the whole time and I asked her if she wanted to see my room. Now she had to know what was going to happen if she said yes, that she would cheat on you, but she said yes. We got to my room and I simply dropped my pants and said, 'Suck my cock'. She looked at my large cock and then leaned forward and took it in my mouth. I then said to her, 'Do you want me to fuck you?' And what did you say slut?"

"Yes," she responded.

"So I pounded your little innocent fiancé and shot a loud into her cunt. She then went back to sucking my cock and I told her it was time to lose her anal cherry. She was pretty scared at first, but with some lube and a few minutes of slow fucking, she was really enjoying it, weren't you whore?"

"Yes," she said, glaring at me, "It was great to have a real cock in me."

"Ouch," he laughed, "Carter actually has a decent sized cock. Anyways, then you walked in a couple minutes into her riding my cock. Tabitha is quite flexible." He grunted as he kept fucking me.

I looked at Tabitha and said, "I am sorry too Tabitha. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I have no idea why. I'm so sorry."

Tabitha, tears streaming down her face again, said, "I'm sorry too."

"Ahhh, true love," Cavin said, just as the door opened and two girls, one black dressed as a slutty nurse, the other Asian, dressed as a nun, walked in. "Hey ladies."

The tall thin black one walked over and kissed Cavin, as if seeing him fuck a guy was normal. "Latasha this is Carter and his fiancé Tabitha."

Latasha said, "Hi and this is my new dyke Anna."

"Well Tabitha here says she is not gay and is quite upset her man likes playing with pipe, so I thought she should at least see what she is missing."

Latasha walked over to Tabitha, pulled her up, and kissed her. Tabitha did not pull away and then Latasha broke the kiss and demanded, "Tabitha get on the couch." Tabitha looked at me, then Cavin, but obeyed.

Latasha demanded, "Anna, get to work." Anna rushed over quickly and began licking Tabitha's pussy. Latasha then straddled my girl's face and demanded, "Lick my box cunt."

I had a great view of the lesbian action as my master hammered away at my ass. The two sex scenes continued for a while until I heard Tabitha's muffled screams as she clearly orgasmed, followed by feeling a load fill my bowels. The little Asian kept licking Tabitha's pussy and she had a second orgasm before her virgin lesbian tongue finally brought Latasha to an orgasm. Latasha stood up and said, "So still not gay?"

Tabitha stunned said, "I have never had an orgasm like that."

"Yes Anna is a very good pussy pleaser and I believe you will be too."

Tabitha blushed.

"Tabitha get dressed you are coming back to my sorority tonight for a long night of training."

"I-um," Tabitha began.

Latasha walked over to her and shoved two fingers up her cunt, "Look bitch. You are my dyke now. I am your mistress. Understood."

Terrified, my no longer pure, innocent fiancé said, "Yes."

"Yes what?" she asked her fingers pumping in and out of my fiancé.

"Yes mistress," she moaned.

"So what are you?"

"Your slave," she moaned obiedently.

"Good and for disobeying me, you will crawl all the way to my sorority, understood."

"Yes mistress," she responded, looking at me helplessly.

Latasha, pulled her fingers out of my girl and walked to a back drawer; she then returned with a collar and a leash. She hooked it around my fiancé's neck and got ready to leave. She looked at Cavin and said, "Anna here has never had a real cock before, why don't you break her in."

Anna's eyes went big with fear, but much to her obedient credit, she did not say a word.

Latasha asked Anna, "Do you want Cavin to fuck your virgin pussy?"

"If you want me too," she responded.

"I do," Lastasha said. "Let's go dyke," she demanded as my fiancé crawled out of the room like a puppy dog.

Cavin said, "Well that went even better than I could have imagined. Anna come over hear and suck my cock, I just might have enough for one more load."

"Yes sir," she said and began sucking her first cock.

"Carter, you may go."

I got dressed, and left. I walked down the hallway and realized I was still horny. I went back up to Austin's room, hoping for one more ass fucking, but no one answered. I cursed and started to leave when a guy turned the corner and said, "Looking for Austin?"

"Yes, I have something to give him."

He laughed, "I know what you want to give him."

"Um."

"You came here to fuck his ass, didn't you?"

I blushed and quickly turned and ran out of there as fast as I could. I then remembered I had his cell and gave him a call. On the third ring he answered.

"Hi Austin, its Carter."

"Hey man, where are you?"

"Just outside your dorm," I responded.

"Oh yeah, I am guessing you are calling for a late night booty call."

"Yes," I responded.

"If you want to join our party, come up to fourth floor commons area."

"I'll be right up" I said way too eagerly and hung up the phone.

I got to the fourth floor common's area and almost ****. A full scale orgy was ongoing. A hideous woman in her 60s was getting fucked by some skinny nerd; two chubby brunettes were in a 69; a skinny black guy was sucking off a large white man; two guys were in a 69 as well; a tiny redhead was being d'pd ; three guys were on a couch, each had a girl between their legs sucking on their cocks; an East Indian woman was being fisted by a large black woman who in turn had a beer bottle being fucked in her pussy by a much skinnier black woman; Austin was on the floor sucking a cock of some skinny Asian, while being fucked by a well built white dude. He winked at me as I walked up in front of the tiny redhead and placed my cock at her mouth. She looked at me, smiled and took it in her mouth. After she had me revving to go, I looked around. I wanted to dominate someone.

I walked up to the skinny black guy sucking cock and placed my cock at his ass. He looked up and then went back to sucking cock. I took that as permission and slid my cock in his ass. His ass was not as tigt as Austin, but it would do. I fucked him for a while until I heard Austin say, "Carter, get over here and fuck me."

I slid out if the bottom I had been using and moved to Austin. "You ready for my cock faggot?"

He whimpered, "Yes, fuck my ass."

I slid in his ass that was already filled with cum. The extra lubricant enhanced the pleasure as I began pounding him. He gave his now signature grunt as I began to hammer away at his ass. My mission was one last cum so I fucked him had and fast. As I was about to cum, I pulled out and sprayed my cum towards the two girls still in a 69. They both looked up and then returned to each other's cunts. Exhausted a sat down on a chair. I watched the orgy and decided to call it a night. I headed out as I saw the black guy I had briefly fucked slide his cock into Austin's well fucked ass.

I shook my head and headed home.

BACK TO THE PRESENT

Well that was many years ago. Tabitha and I broke up shortly after that night; last I heard she is married and teaching grade 2 at some small southern school, or so facebook says. She has two kids, and seems to be living the dream we once had together.

Me, well I continued being Cavin's little cocksucker as he called me until I graduated. I fucked Austin regularly and allowed Elmer to suck my cock almost every day. Man I miss his sweet mouth. I got involved in some all guy orgies, went to the odd gloryhole and even fucked the odd girl. But after I graduated, I got a job at a marketing firm in a different state, met a girl, got married and had two kids myself. My wife knows nothing of my past, but next weekend is our ten year reunion and I just got a facebook message from Cavin, first time I have heard from him in years, and the message said "Looking forward to seeing my little cocksucker."

As soon as I saw those words, all those feelings swarmed back inside me. And I know, next week I will be on my knees begging to have the privilege to suck his cock and take his rod in my ass. I'm also sure we will want to fuck my wife. I'm also sure I won't be able to stop it.

Fuck, ain't life a bitch.

The end

Anne, ou la naissance d'une chienne




Préambule : Anne est née en septembre 1968 à Dunkerque. À cette époque, sa mère avait quitté *** mari depuis quelques mois. À sa naissance, le père d'Anne ne la reconnaît pas, contrairement à *** frère ainé et à sa sœur. La mère d'Anne souffre de surdité plongeant ainsi la famille dans une forme de communication difficile. Au fil des années, Anne se développe. Dans la cour de l'école, Anne est une enfant timide et réservée, souvent mise à l'écart par *** frère et par sa sœur dont le nom de famille est différent. Anne se sent différente tant par le nom, mais aussi par *** physique. Elle a des attaches fines, de longs bras et de longues jambes qui mettent en valeurs les traits doux et sensuels de *** visage qui possède une grande bouche délicatement ornée de lèvres finement dessinées et de grands yeux d'un bleu profond. Blonde, elle attire le regard à l'inverse de sa sœur brune et plutôt ronde.

Les difficultés de communication au sein de la famille se renforcent avec l'arrivée du beau père, chauffeur de camion de transports de marchandises qui parcourt principalement l'Europe. À 16 ans, Anne habite une petite mai*** familiale de la région parisienne proche de la ville de Charenton. Elle suit des études techniques et pratique le basket-ball. Sa taille de 1,74 m et *** poids léger de 50 kg, lui donne l'impression d'être toute en longueur, sauf sa poitrine, un 95 C dont les formes attirent le regard. Mais Anne garde cette discrétion, comme une fracture secrète. Si Anne est extrêmement sensuelle, elle souffre de ce manque de reconnaissance, par le nom et principalement l'indifférence de *** père, ou du moins du père de *** frère et de sa sœur. Pourtant, Anne ressent le regard des hommes sur elle, et aussi celui des femmes.

1- Le frère ou l'éveil du corps.

Thierry, le frère d'Anne est *** ainé de 4 années. Il habite toujours dans la mai*** familiale, dont la chambre est sous les combles, au-dessus des chambres de ses deux sœurs. Il est interdit de pénétrer dans ce lieu et ce message est d'autant plus fort qu'il provient de leur mère. Un jour où Anne est seule dans la mai***, elle est attirée par l'escalier qui conduit dans ce lieu interdit, la chambre de *** frère Thierry. Ce frère qui ne l'a jamais considéré comme sa sœur, mais plutôt comme une demi-sœur, voire comme celle qui était la cause du divorce de ses parents. Anne est dans la chambre de Thierry, elle découvre ce lieu jusqu'alors interdis. Cette chambre est composée d'un grand lit, d'un bureau et d'un placard composé de portes coulissantes fixées sur tout un pan de mur. Fébrile et curieuse, Anne visite ce lieu sans prendre conscience du temps qui passe et surtout de l'arrivée de Thierry dans la mai***, qui se croyant seul se dirige directement vers sa chambre. Arrivé au premier étage et en prenant le chemin de l'escalier qui le mène à sa chambre les premières marchent craquent dans un bruit qui s'il est anodin, éveille les sens d'Anne et la pétrifie sur place. Le temps de quelques marches il sera là avec elle, alors que ce lieu lui est interdit, expressément interdit par sa mère. Elle réfléchit vite une solution. Seule une fenêtre sur le toit éclaire la chambre, la fuite ne peut pas se faire par cette voie. Elle part vers le grand placard, déplace une des portes coulissantes, et se réfugie comme elle peut derrière les cintres et les vêtements suspendus. Thierry entre dans sa chambre, puis en fermant la porte, il tourne la clé afin d'éviter que celle-ci puisse par moment s'ouvrir. Les mai***s anciennes travaillent, et les portes, surtout sous les toits, ***t soumises à des contraintes.

Anne dans le placard a très chaud, *** cœur bat fort. Thierry commence à se mettre à l'aise, puis part en direction de *** placard afin d'accrocher sur un porte-manteau sa veste. La porte coulissante se déplace sous l'action de la main de Thierry. Anne se plaque contre le mur, *** 1m74 est trop grand pour qu'elle puisse se fondre dans les aspérités du mur du fond du placard. *** frère la découvre ainsi, muet, statique et livide. Il perçoit ses grands yeux bleus, sa bouche entre ouverte, *** chemisier blanc cassé tendu sur cette poitrine arrogante rythmée par une respiration rapide, et cette petite jupe noire tout en haut de longues jambes fines et gracieuses. Anne ne bouge pas. Thierry d'un regard étonné, passe à un regard carnassier. Anne ne comprend pas. Elle attend sans oser penser quoi que ce soit. Tout en laissant la porte ouverte, Thierry recule et part s'assoir sur le siège de *** bureau. Il pose *** regard sur *** corps. Puis après un moment qui semble durer une éternité, Thierry parle. « Anne tu es dans un lieu, interdit. Notre mère t'a informé des conséquences du non-respect de mon intimité. Sorte de suite de ce placard, et tu viens vers moi de suite. » Les mots ***t autant de gifles qui frappent le visage d'Anne. Comme un robot, elle sort du placard et se déplace vers le bureau où Thierry est assis. Arrivée à quelques pas du bureau, Anne, les mains dans le dos et le regard baissé, attend les prochains propos. Elle sait qu'elle ne doit pas se trouver là, et plus encore, elle ne sait pas comment expliquer au reste de la famille sa cache dans le placard. Thierry prend le temps de regarder Anne sous toutes les coutures. Il ne voit pas l'adolescente, mais une femme. Il se sent fort devant elle. Pour lui, elle n'est pas sa sœur et elle est la cause du divorce de ses parents. Il le sait, et elle va souffrir pour tout cela.

« Qu'as-tu à me dire qui expliquerait ta présence ici? » Anne ne peut rien dire pour se défendre, car tout en elle sait qu'elle ne devait pas se rendre ici. « Je vais informer notre mère de la situation et tu sais quelle est l'action». Anne ne dit rien, mais *** corps parle pour elle. Le léger duvet blond de ses avant-bras se redresse, elle fris***ne. Ses yeux se remplissent de larmes qui viennent rouler sur ses joues. « Je vais te punir, si tu acceptes sans jamais t'opposer à mes ordres, je ne dirais rien à notre mère. Acceptes-tu d'obéir? »