Bella's Hot Wife Adventure's Pt. 05 Pt. A

Bella and Tim were in the full swing of the hot wife life. Her two mistresses, Amy and Michelle, always created new experiences for Bella, often including Tim. While Bella was enjoying more and more men, and women at times, Tim was enjoying having a beautiful hot wife. With Bella's new big breasts, she often got unwanted attention, but the positive attention was always well worth it.

Bella opened her eyes and rolled over in bed. "Are you nervous about today?" she asked Tim, who was already awake and watching his wife sleep.

"Not at all," he responded with a smile. "I've shown the new owners my skills and program management. I'm hoping for a raise and promotion now that Greg is gone." Greg, Tim's prior boss, was recently terminated by the new company that took control after the takeover, and Tim was hoping for his corner office.

"You are amazing!" she whispered, caressing his hand now between her thighs. "How about I suck that hard dick poking my leg to get your day started right?" she asked with a coy grin.

"You don't have to ask me twice," he said, pushing his boxers down and climbing on top of her. With her new boobs, it had become a habit to titty fuck her before and after her intense blow jobs.

This morning, Bella didn't give him a chance, pulling him to her mouth to deep-throat him how she had been practicing. Michelle recently told her that word had been circling within their swing group that Bella gave the best head, especially after seeing her suck multiple black men down her throat at a recent party. With her hands on Tim's ass, she pulled him into her mouth deep, sucking him to his base. She knew he wouldn't last long and needed to get the boys to school and prepare herself for her fun-filled day. She suckled the head of his dick hard, saliva coating it as he started bucking his hips. He tightened up as she expected, and she knew he was getting close already.

"Damn, baby!" Tim grunted. "That's it! Fuck! Here I cum," he grunted again.

She grabbed the base of his dick as she smacked her lips off him and stroked his shaft tight. "Give it to me," she whispered, looking up at him, about to nut on her face and mouth. "Paint my face," she hissed, pumping his dick in her hand faster, knowing shooting his loads on her face was his favorite.

"Ahh, fuck!" he moaned, spurting cum across his wife's mouth and cheek. He looked down at her, watching her squeeze every drop onto her tongue and lips. "I love it when you do that," he said, admiring his wife's pretty face.

"That's why I do it for you," scooping cum from her cheek into her mouth. "I know how much you love doing it. Now go get ready for work, and I'll get the boys off to school."

Bella got the boys their lunches, on their bikes, and out the door so she could prepare for her day. She kissed Tim goodbye in the garage, let him get a last ass grab, before dropping her robe to the floor and walking back into the house naked.

She called her best friend and mistress, Michelle.

"Hey, Sweetie," Michelle answered. "You ready to play today?"

"I am so wet already! But nervous. Still not sure what this place is!" Bella said in a pout.

"Oh, trust me. You are going to love it. And I want you to wear that white cutout dress Amy bought you."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bella grinned, knowing the white dress she was referring to. Amy, her other best friend and also mistress, bought her the dress to reveal her new breasts after her enhancement, but she chose another dress instead for the reveal. "I'll be at your house by 11:30."

The second call was to Amy. The challenge of being the sub between two alpha women was coordinating between them. But it was the beauty of their relationship, the three were best friends and lovers. Even their husbands enjoyed Bella. "Ames!" as soon as she heard her mistress's voice answer. "I'll see you at 11:30 at Michelle's. She asked me to wear the white dress you bought me. Is that okay for this event?"

"Oh my god, yes! That would be perfect. Baby, make sure you are bare under it. You are going to love this club," Amy told her.

"I still don't understand how it's a club. But not a club, and best during the day? Sounds so weird. What are you getting me into?" she asked with a giggle.

"Trust me, sweetie. You will love this place," she encouraged her submissive girl.

Bella got into the shower, taking her time under the warm water, touching her sensitive areas with her small razor, and finishing with her favorite body wash. She admired her big new DDD's in the mirror as she covered herself in lotion. Lifting her foot to the counter, admiring her smooth pink kitty and little bare star, she ran her painted nail over her smooth lips, wondering how she would look by the day's end. She always enjoyed looking at her pinkness, and nothing made her more excited than seeing others enjoy looking as well. She turned the stereo off, taking one last look at herself in her white cut-out mini dress, white heeled sandals, and hair in the mirror before leaving for Michelle's.

Once the girls were buckled into Amy's Porsche Cayan, Amy turned to look at Bella in the back seat. "Sweetie, this is not the kind of club you have ever experienced. It's sophisticated with powerful women and housewives who desire a little more pampering than a spa provides. It's feminine-centered and not about any men."

"But don't be surprised if you see men. There will be a couple, but you are not allowed to touch or be touched by them. Understand?" Michelle added.

Bella nodded. She understood and couldn't get the image of her little pinkness being devoured by women all day.

"Today is about our pleasure, including yours. But you are to remain with Michelle and me the entire time. If you are approached by another woman, you must get our permission," Amy continued.

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand. It sounds so relaxing," Bella whispered, less nervous.

They pulled up to a valet in front of a sophisticated and modern high-rise building, with a handful of business people coming and going. The young valet men were at their doors, opening and offering a hand to assist their exit from the SUV. Michelle, always the one to make a scene, asked the young-looking man if he'd like to take her out later to get a better view. The girls all giggled at the ogling boys and Michelle's comment and went into the building in their little dresses.

Amy gave the front desk her name and the name of the business they were visiting, and he escorted them to the elevator, inputted a code, and pressed the appropriate floor. They thanked him in unison, making the man blush, after he took a long lustful look at Michelle's massive breasts barely covered in her strapless dress.

When the elevator doors opened, they were greeted with the smell of fresh cut flowers, natural sunlight, and a beautiful young blonde wearing a white halter dress with spaghetti straps and gold bands on each arm.

"Welcome to Jannah, ladies," the beautiful young blonde greeted them with a perfect smile. "Wonderful to see you again, Miss Amy. Can I get the names of your beautiful guests?" Her eyes roamed over Michelle's fit, voluptuous body before doing the same to Bella.

"Thank you. This is Michelle and Bella," Amy introduced.

"I will make sure your robes, if you choose, are ready in the spa changing rooms. Ladies, your phones and purses, please?" the hostess asked. "If you do need to make a call, come to the desk, and you can use one of the private sound booths," pointing across the hall to several white doors. "Today we have our three most requested Ambassadors: Leah, a stunning petite redhead, Neema, the curvy Persian, and Ebony, the ever-adventurous Jamaican princess available for your pleasure. All of our pleasure ambassadors will be wearing gold armbands, including the men, and they are all gifted and trained with many talents." She ended her presentation with a grin and open arms for them to enter and enjoy.

Michelle and Amy both took a hand from Bella, and the three entered their paradise.

The girls walked hand in hand, roaming the large, elegantly decorated club. It was the most expansive and beautifully designed spa they had ever seen. It was more than just a spa. It was located on the top floor of the building, with glass ceilings to let in the natural light. Some areas had sky-painted ceilings that made you feel like you were walking on the beach or through a park. The floors were white marble. A couple ladies were lounging on big soft couches reading books, a woman was getting a massage from a beautiful woman wearing a white tunic with gold arm bands. A young, beautiful Latina appeared silently next to them with a silver platter, offering three champagne flutes.

"This is so beautiful," Bella gasped before taking a sip from her flute glass.

Amy led them down a large hall decorated with paintings and various flower arrangements where the sunlight seemed to dim slightly. On the right, through a stone archway was an exotic garden with a sandy entry spa pool surrounded by large ferns and small palm trees angled over it like a lagoon. On the left were several large white doors with opaque glass walls you could see into the rooms behind them.

"What's behind the doors?" Michelle asked, trying to look through the opaque glass.

"They are all different theme rooms. If the door is unlocked, you can open it and take and look," Amy explained with a grin.

"Now I am curious," Michelle smiled back, opening the next white door. The room lit up with bright, sterile lights as soon as the door was opened. With stainless steel cabinets, a small counter on one side, and an examining table in the center of the room, complete with stirrups. "For those medical fantasies?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes. Everyone has their fantasy scenario. And this place has every possible fantasy you can imagine," Amy replied.

"Ames, what's your fantasy I can bring to you today?" Bella asked, wrapping her arm around her waist and putting her head on her shoulder.

"Sweetie, I would love to just hold you and relax with my two favorite girls today. How's that sound?" Amy asked.

"Sounds beautiful to me," said Michelle. "I'd love to lay out on one of those big soft couches and sip champagne all day. But I do need to check out a couple more rooms," she added with her devilish grin and giggle. "I'll find you girls in a bit."

Amy and Bella found a tranquil area with freshly cut flowers hanging from the ceiling over a u-shaped comfort couch. The location provided some privacy from other guests, but a view of the surrounding areas and close to the bar for drinks. The girls' flutes were quickly replaced with full ones as they relaxed into the oversized soft couch. Amy pulled Bella into her as the girls cuddled, legs crossing over each other as they relaxed.

Amy and Bella talked in whispers to each other about the 'Jannah' and how nice it was to just hold each other. No sooner had Amy said it when Bella's fingertips touched Amy's upper thigh, inches from her kitty.

"You keep that up, and I'm going to make you finish what you started," she warned Bella, parting her legs wider to give her more access.

"I just love making you feel good," as her fingertips made small circles on Amy's inner thigh. Turning to look Amy in the eyes, "Is it okay if I want to make my mistress feel pleasure?" biting her lower lip. "Isn't this why we are here? To enjoy each other and pleasure each other?" sliding her index finger to the edge of Amy's lacey thong panties.

"Yes, sweetie. You are right," pulling Bella closer to her face to kiss her plumped lips. The girls kissed lightly, caressing each other softly and slowly. "God, I love your little body," Amy whispered.

"I love everything about yours," responded Bella, kissing Amy's lower lip. "And I am so thankful for you and letting me be the woman you enjoy," kissing Amy passionately while her fingertips lightly caressed Amy's kitty. "You and Michelle have created a little monster, you know," grinning into her lips.

"Yes, we have. Damn, you were such a naive little girl when we met you. Now look at you," as she leaned back in the couch to admire her baby girl. "Your new big breasts and the little slut we unleashed," giggling and pulling her in for another kiss.

"I can't imagine being a slut for anyone else. Not even Tim," she whispered, circling Amy's slick clit with her index finger. "What can I do for you, mistress?" she asked.

Amy looked at her, feeling her pulse quicken and her juices starting to flow. Her eyes looked deep into Bella's and told her to stand up for her.

Bella crawled off the big couch and stood in front of her, hands on her hips, waiting for more instructions.

"Do you enjoy your new big breasts?" Amy asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. I love them!" cupping her big enhanced tits in both her hands over her dress, and caressing her stiffening nipples.

"You are lucky your nipples are soo sensitive," watching her play with her new tits. "Show me your pink nipples, sweetie."

Bella smiled, looking at her nipples poking through her dress. She pushed one side of the straps off her shoulder, then the other side, pushing the dress down to let her big breasts free. "Do you like them?" she asked, her fingers teasing her hard pink nipples.

"You know I do," watching Bella play with herself. "Get them wet," she directed.

Bella leaned forward at the waist, her big breasts hanging beneath her as she took Amy's champaign flute from her, dipped her finger into the bubbly liquid, and smeared it around both her nipples. She tugged on her nipples, flicking her tongue on both of them.

"More," Amy told her, watching, but not touching herself, yet.

Bella picked up the flute again, looking at Amy in the eyes, and let the champagne drip out onto her breasts and between them.

"Oh my god. Stop!" Amy laughed. "You are too much sometimes. Go get a towel and get your ass back over here."

The girls laughed, and Bella put her dress back in place before walking to the open center area to the bar. As she stood at the white quartz counter to get a towel, the first man she had seen appeared to the side. He was very handsome, wearing a bright white linen casual suit of sorts, and appeared to be in charge as he gave directions in a hushed tone. Soon, another man in a navy blue suit and a woman wearing a white open jacket suit joined the discussion. Bella found herself staring at him, and he must have felt it.

Turning to Bella, "May I help you, Miss?" he asked in a Middle Eastern accent, in perfect English.

"Um, yes. Can I get a hand towel, please?"

"Of course. Where is the spill? I will take care of it right away," he smiled with his perfect white teeth shining through his short jet black mustache and beard.

"Um, well. It's here," looking down and pointing at her glistening chest.

"I see," he said politely with a smile. "Tammy, can you please?" nodding to the beautiful brunette in the white suit.

Tammy quickly responded and had a damp white hand towel within seconds, offering to clean the sticky champagne from Bella's chest.

Bella thanked her, now aroused from having a woman wipe her breasts carefully and thoroughly like a sponge bath, and went back to Amy. "Oh my god, this place is amazing. I asked for a hand towel, and she wiped me clean herself," Bella said in surprise at the level of service as she crawled next to Amy.

"I saw," grinning at her. Amy wrapped both arms around Bella and pulled her in close to hold her.

"Fuck, this place is wild," the ever boisterous Michelle said as she plopped down on the couch next to Bella. With perspiration on her lower lip and tanned chest, she fanned herself, leaning back onto Bella's hip.

"You found a room you couldn't resist, didn't you?" laughed Amy.

"Ames! Seriously! This place is amazing. I found a room with a red Ferrari on jack stands and 'mechanics'," using air quotes with her fingers, "tinkering on it. Wow!" she said, still catching her breath.

"Mechanics?" asked Bella, curious and wanting more information.

"Yeah. They bring lube jobs to a whole new level. And quick!"

"Oh, shit! Really? What happened?"

"Well, it started just watching this hot little redhead getting plowed on the hood by a stud mechanic. Then the owner of the car appeared and pulled me into it. It was like the quickest porn scene ever made. I had a dick in my mouth and the little redhead banging into me with her strap on that came out of nowhere. I didn't even realize what was happening until I was coming. Fuck," catching her breath and adjusting her short dress as she curled up against Bella.

"Are you okay? Need me to clean you up?" asked Bella, seriously concerned.

"Oh my god. You are the sweetest. No, one of the other girls cleaned me up with a warm towel as I left."

"I love this place. I could stay here for a week," exhaled Bella, nuzzling into Amy while caressing Michelle's hair and chest.

"Yeah, me too. It would take a week just to go through every room," she chuckled. The other girls laughed with her.

"Oh, that's her. That's the little hot redhead." Michelle pointed across the room and around the ferns.

Amy had her eyes closed, but Bella leaned to the side and saw the redhead wearing a white tunic that barely covered her ample ass and small breasts. Her long red hair was in pigtails as she was summoned by the Middle Eastern man in white. "She's hot."

"Damn, she was just wearing something different a few minutes ago. That is her, though. Damn, I bet she is a firecracker," hissed Michelle, using Bella's hand to massage her chest. "Look at that ass!"

Bella looked, but she was more focused on the Middle Eastern man. "It looks like she is in trouble," Bella added.

"Yeah, maybe. Maybe he is just giving her directions to something." As they watched the redhead hurry away from him.

Bella was watching the man as he joined the other man in the navy suit and the brunette woman in the white suit again. They seemed friendly, often smiling, his white teeth shining through his black, manicured beard.

"Oh, here she comes again," Michelle said with almost a moan in her tone as her legs parted.

They watched the redhead hand the woman and the Middle Eastern man a drink, and then her hands went to the man's shirt. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt as she slid down his body to her knees in front of him. The man and woman continued their conversation as if they didn't know the redhead was there.

"Oh, shit. She is going to suck his cock," gasped Michelle as her hands caressed her inner thighs, pulling her dress up to her waist.

Bella squirmed, parting her legs, watching the redhead across the room as Amy's hand landed on her inner thigh. She instinctively squeezed Michelle's big breasts as the redhead slowly pulled the man's white linen pants down to his thighs. Both Michelle and Bella let out a gasping moan as the redhead looked up at him as his big hard cock spring free.

"Yes! You little slut! Suck that cock," whispered Michelle as her fingers started strumming her clit.

"Wow. Soo beautiful," Bella hissed, pinching her nipple while pinching Michelle's in her other hand.

"Fuck, yeah, she is. I want her."

Bella resisted from sharing her thoughts about what she was watching. His brown cock was big and beautiful, pointing straight out from between his legs. It was perfectly straight, over 8 inches, maybe 9 inches. The thick veins showed the girth, and the big mushroom helmet looked powerful. She could tell he was well-manicured and the same color skin as his bare chest. She felt Amy's fingers part her wet lips.

"Are you watching her about to suck him?" Amy whispered in her ear.

"Hmm, hmm," Bella nodded.

No sooner had she said it when the man's hand went to the girls red hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He disappeared into her mouth, making her take him completely to the base, holding her head while he continued his conversation. When he let go of her head, she shot back, gasping, saliva running off her lips as she gasped for air, coughing.

"Fuck!" moaned Michelle, rubbing her juicy kitty vigorously. "She took it all," she said to herself.

"Hmm, hmm," moaned Bella, putting her hand over Amy's, wanting to be fingered more. Staring at his shiny, wet, hard cock pulsing, looking so perfect, sticking straight out and hard, she wanted him. At that moment, she would have done anything to have him in her mouth. Anything to feel him inside her.

"You are going to cum, sweetie," whispered Amy, rubbing Bella faster and firmly on her clit.

"I'm sorry. Fuck!" Bella moaned, tossing her head back, spreading her legs wide and lifting them in the air as her hips bucked, as she released.

Michelle turned to look at Bella, surprised at the sudden orgasm.

When she opened her eyes again, Amy and Michelle were both staring at her in surprise. She looked past Michelle, and so was the Middle Eastern man. Staring right at her smiling, as the redhead was bobbing on his cock.

She grinned, suddenly embarrassed and shy.

"Wow, sweetie. I have never seen you blush before," smiled Amy. "You like him, don't you?"

"What? Umm, what do you mean?" blushed Bella, taking her eyes off the man, knowing she should be focused on her mistress. Not a man. Especially not a Middle Eastern man.

"Girl, you know what she means!" chided Michelle. "You weren't watching the redhead slut, you were looking at him."

"Sorry, Ma'am." leaning in to kiss Amy.

"Oh no. Don't try getting out of this now," lectured Amy. "We brought you hear to relax and focus on us, and you are watching some stud getting sucked off. Michelle?"

"I don't want to ruin our day just getting started. But I could use some attention." Michelle grinned at Amy.

"Yes, Ma'am," Bella started to apologize, but knew she had better respond with action. She slipped off the big couch and bent at the waist in front of Michelle, and started caressing her thighs and kissing her way up. She purposely stuck her ass out and parted her legs, hoping the man was still looking and admiring her pretty pink pussy.

Amy watched her and knew what she was doing to tease the man still looking at her baby girl. Catching the man's eyes, she smiled at him and moved off the couch and stood behind Bella, blocking the man's view. "He was staring at your pink little pussy, sweetie," she told Bella, landing a swift swat across her bare ass. "Is that why you are so wet?" running her nails over her wet, slick lips.

"Hmm," groaned Bella into Michelle's smooth pussy.

"Fuck, I love her little tongue. As good as she sucks cock, I think she eats pussy better," Michelle moaned, holding Bella's blonde hair.

The girls played, rubbed each other, devoured each others pussy's until they all reached an orgasm and cuddled on the lounger.

"Is anyone else thirsty?" asked Amy. "Let's go find a treat and explore this place a little more."

"Great idea," Bella recovered, adjusting her dress from around her waist.

The girls kicked off their heels and roamed the feminine resort hand in hand, opening doors, peeking in on others, and sipping champagne. They came to one white door and heard the whimpering moans escape the cracked door. Michelle pushed it open slowly as all three peeked inside and froze. Two beautiful, voluptuous blondes in their 50s were facing each other, kissing, both on their knees as a machine under each of them thrust large black dongs. Seeing the three women standing in the doorway, they broke their kiss and smiled through their moans at them.

The girls returned the smile, backed out, and closed the door. They continued, looking into the various rooms. One was a western bar scene, but empty. They made their way into the spa pool area, which was empty, and found their personalized robes waiting for them. Michelle slipped out of her dress, hung it up, and walked naked to the tropical pool. Amy and Bella followed, and all three held each other in the warm water under the big ferns and palm trees. Water started flowing from an overhead rock formation, forming a waterfall into the pool, and the light sounds of birds chirping filled the surroundings.

"This is beautiful," Bella said softly, her arms around Amy's neck.

Holding Bella, her hands cupping her tight ass, Amy kissed Bella and whispered, "It's perfect."

"You girls are fucking hot," Michelle said, putting her arms around both her friends and kissing both.

"Michelle!" Bella teased her about her language.

"What?" giving Bella a grin. "Kiss me, you little slut," she responded and the two began making out.

The make-out session turned into Bella devouring both her mistresses as they leaned back on the sandy beach, their bodies floating in the water. When each had an orgasm, they got out and into their personalized robes.

As they continued to roam the massive resort, they came to a darker hallway and weren't sure if it was off limits. An ambassador employee with gold rings on her arms exited a room, toweling off her face and chest with a white towel.

"Excuse me, what's down this hall?" asked Michelle. "It's kind of dark down here."

"Um, hello. It's dark for a reason. These rooms are a little more, um, dark. If you want to explore BDSM, or need a dominate, or want to dominate, this would be the area for you. You can peek into them to see the various benches and restraints, if you like," winking at Bella in particular and walking away.

"Can we look?" asked Bella.

"Sure, sweetie," Michelle said, squeezing her hand and moving forward down the hall. Instead of bright white doors, these doors seem to have a red glow to them. They looked into the first couple of doors, empty except for the various restraints that fit the theme decor of the room. Bella opened the third door, the room where the employee exited, and took a step inside.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry," she said, frozen, seeing the man in the perfectly white shirt and white linen pants looking at her.

"That's ok. You are not interrupting. Please, come in darling," seeing the beautiful blonde from earlier in the day. "Are you exploring the rooms?" noticing her surprised look and wide blue eyes.

"Um, yes," now staring at the man, who was much taller than expected up close. His perfect white shirt draped his broad shoulders, and the shimmer in his perfect short beard danced on his bronze face. Whenever he smiled, his bright white teeth made Bella take a deep breath.

"Well, come in. Let me show you around the room," opening his arms to step into the dimly lit red room with various contraptions and restraints. "And who are these two beautiful women?" smiling at Amy and Michelle stepping into the room behind Bella.

The man noticed Bella reaching behind her to grasp Michelle and Amy's hands. "Are these your mistresses?" he asked Bella, looking into her eyes.

"Hmmm, hmm," she whispered, lowering her eyes.

"Let's try this again," he said, putting his finger under her chin to lift her chin so she looked him in the eyes again. "Are these your mistresses?"

Bella suddenly felt warm, squeezing her mistress's hands tight. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he smiled again, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "So, let's talk about what we have in this room. Have either of you experienced any of these?" spinning around the room pointing at the various BDSM furniture and devices.

"No, but damn, this looks like fun," said Michelle, walking over to a padded tall bench with a narrow pad in the center and 2 padded lower benches on each side.

"Oh yes. the saw horse," the man described. "Before we get started, can I get your signatures and permission to show you how they work? No obligation to participate, but if you'd like to see how they work, I'll need permission," offering each of them an iPad to sign waivers on.

"Sure. I don't plan on using them, but Bella might want to test them. Don't you, sweetie?"

"Kinda. I guess," running her nails over the black padded vinyl material. "How does this work? Do you sit on it?" unsure how the saw horse worked.

"I'll show you, Princess," bringing Bella by her hips to the end of the saw horse. "Now lean over it," pushing her gently on her back to bend over. "And put your knees on each cushion on the side," helping her position her knees on each side.

"Oh god!" Bella gasped and then giggled. "I feel, um, stretched," she laughed.

"May I?" he looked at Michelle, then Amy, for permission to touch Bella.

Michelle nodded.

Bella's robe had slid up, exposing her ass fully. The man gripped her hips and pulled her ass to the edge, allowing full access to both her pussy and her ass. "With your legs forced open, it leaves your beautiful pussy and little bum-hole fully accessible," he instructed, his right hand not leaving Bella's ass cheek.

"Oh god!" moaned Bella, feeling herself starting to drip. She adjusted herself, and the man helped her up off the saw horse. "Wow, that could be intense."

"I might have to get you one!" laughed Amy.

"What is this? How can this be pleasurable?" stepping in front of a big circular red wooden wheel. "Do you get strapped to it?" curiously touching the straps and wood with small pads.

"Yes. Sort of. It's used more for punishments and teasing."

"Wow. It sounds so intense," Bella whispered, then looked at the man, blushing.

"It can be very intense if a girl is being sassy and not obedient. Or it can be a great way to tease a woman until she is dripping and begging for release," looking at Bella's little body.

"Baby, you do love being teased," offered Michelle.

"Why don't you step onto the pad there, and I will show you how it feels. Oftentimes, it's the perception rather than the actual punishing or teasing. Anticipating can be just as arousing." She opened her hand to have her step onto the foot peg of the wheel.

Bella looked at Michelle and Amy for permission, and both nodded it was okay. She stepped onto the small foot pegs. Being smaller, her legs were spread farther than most. The man wrapped straps around her ankles, securing her feet to the pegs. Then both wrists, attached out and up, forming a "T" with her arms.

"Do you feel secure and safe?" he asked, pulling on each leg, arm, and hip to see if she could come out of the restraints.

"Yes."

"Excuse me?" the man asked, looking sternly into her eyes.

Catching her mistake, "Yes, Sir. I feel secure," blushing red.

"I've never seen her so flushed and nervous around a man before," whispered Amy to Michelle.

"I think she is fascinated with him," Michelle whispered back.

"Is this it? Forced to be like this for a long time as punishment?" asked Bella in a giggle.

"May I show her, ladies?" the man asked.

"I think she'd like it. Go ahead, show her," offered Michelle, feeling the squeeze from Amy's hand.

"But do not put a mark on her body," Michelle added.

"Of course," the man said as he lifted a small leather whip with several leather straps from one end. "First, you need to feel vulnerable." Giving the wheel a pull, making it spin, and Bella spun upside down and around. "How do you feel now, Princess?"

"Um, I don't know," feeling dizzy and dazed. Also, she feels herself getting wet whenever he speaks to her, calling her Princess.

The man undid her robe and opened it fully, exposing her bare body. He looked into her eyes, his face close to hers as he pinned her robe open with clips. "I'm going to tease you until this little pussy is dripping and begging me to fuck you," he hissed in her face. He then stepped back, admiring her exposed body and big tits, with the end of the whip. He rubbed her hard nipples with the leather end, then pulled his hand back and swatted her tits with the whip.

"Aaayye!" Bella screamed in shock.

"Hey!" yelled Michelle. "What the fuck?" as she pushed the man to the side and went to Bella. "Are you okay?"

"Wow!" gasped Bella. "It didn't hurt. It was just a shock," looking at Michelle.

Michelle ran her fingers over her chest, looking for any marks or welts. "Why did you do that?"

"Beautiful, it doesn't hurt her. It's the intended effect. She anticipated it to hurt. Feeling the straps land across her bare skin, her mind told her it should hurt, but it only made her wetter. See?" putting his hand to Bella's dripping pussy. Running his fingertip over her wet lips, and then tasting her juices off his finger. "She loves it. Let me continue, please."

Michelle saw it was harmless, other than making Bella drip, and moved back to Amy.

The swats continued across Bella's body. The man made her beg, made her confess she loved being a naughty girl. Then he started lightly swatting her pussy, her juices flowing and dripping into a puddle below her feet and down her thighs. She was on the verge of tears, begging for an orgasm, and he denied her over and over.

Amy and Michelle were touching each other, rubbing each other into a frenzy, watching Bella. The man put his whip down and turned to Amy and Michelle. He boldly walked up to them close, cupping both their wet pussies in his palm, and asked "Would you like to release her or shall I?"

Amy and Michelle looked at each other, unsure how to respond, agreeing to ask Bella what she would prefer.

Amy went to Bella, panting heavily and still restrained, "Sweetie, how bad do you need to orgasm?"

"Please! Please!" she whimpered.

"Do you want me and Michelle to finish you, or would you like him to fuck you?"

Bella looked over at the man, then Amy, and the man again. "I don't know," squirming and whimpering. "Please, Amy! Help me!"

She smiled, kissed Bella on the lips, and turned to the man. "Take her."

The man stepped up to Bella and began releasing the restraints while nibbling on her flesh, pulling her nipples with his lips. Before releasing her ankles he cupped her pussy in his palm and rubbed her furiously fast, "Getting close?"

"Fuck, yes!" she whined.

He stood up straight, a serious look on his face, gently held her face in his hand, and hissed into her face, "Fuck yes, what?"

Bella froze, clamped her eyes shut tight, and reopened them at her mistake. "Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir, I am ready!" she whimpered.

He quickly released her ankles and brought her to the saw horse, pulling her robe off as she walked in front of him. He pushed her over the saw horse and secured her calves to each padded knee bench. Slapping her perfect ass, he stood in front of her, looking down into her nervous eyes as he lowered his linen pants.

"Oh god," she gasped, seeing the beautiful big cock. She knew she would be taking every inch of it and lowered her head in accepting her fate.

He took a bottle of lube from the counter and coated her his cock, stroking it in his hand as he looked down at her, letting her watch him prepare himself. "Is this what you have been wanting today?" he asked her with his big toothy smile.

All she could do was nod eagerly.

He put the head of his cock to her entrance, teasing her as she dripped. Then shoved himself into her wanting pussy. Her screams were immediate to match his sudden thrusting. He slapped her firm ass, gripped her ass cheeks in both his hands and thrusted hard at her vulnerable pussy as hard as he could.

"Fuck! Aye," she screamed, feeling her orgasm rush through her entire body. Losing all control, her body tensed, and he held her ass tight as she bucked and her body shook. She couldn't move her legs, only lift her hips a few inches. She felt herself gush, squirting all over her thighs, and could hear juices splashing on the floor.

"That's it!" the man encouraged, slowing his pace, but continued to fuck her through her orgasm. "Yes, cum for me. Cum like a fountain," encouraging her more as he massaged her ass cheeks. He slowly removed himself from Bella and turned to Michelle and Amy, "I think she earned that," with a big smile.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Bella, feeling herself empty and body shaking.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Amy asked, caressing her head as the man uncuffed her legs from the bench.

"Um, god. That was so intense," Bella gasped, still catching her breath.

"That fucking cock is gorgeous," whispered Michelle. "I might want a go with that!"

The man helped her up, and Bella thanked him for the experience. He picked her robe from the floor and wrapped her in it, then tied it for her, keeping his eyes boring into hers as he did.

The girls made their way back to the tropical lagoon pond, where they laughed and talked about the experience of seeing Bella spinning on the wheel and her squirting orgasm. When they showered together and got dressed to leave, it was almost 7 pm.

"Excuse me? Ms. Michelle and Ms Amy?" the pretty blonde at the front counter called out. "Mr. Ahmad would like to speak to you."

"Oh. Um, sure," Amy responded as the three started to follow the pretty blonde to a back hallway.

"I'm sorry, just the two of them," she said, stopping Bella from following.

"Hello, Mr. Ahmad. What can we do for you?" asked Amy, standing next to Michelle in his big floor-to-ceiling glass office.

"Please," offering them a seat, "call me Amir," sitting with them across in the large white leather couches. "As you must know, your Bella is a beautiful young woman. Stunning. I haven't come across a woman with such amazing sensualness and beauty in many years. I would like to have her. What can I offer you both to make that happen?"

Michelle laughed out loud.

"Amir, that is very kind. You are right; Bella is an amazing, beautiful young woman. But we are more than just her mistresses. She is our baby girl. Our very close and dear friend. And we are not going to let her go," Amy said politely, smiling back at him.

"Well, I expected this. The three of you seem very attached." Opening a black onyx box, he displayed stacks of cash. "Would $100,000 be enough motivation?"

"Oh, shit! You are serious?" Michelle gasped. "Look, Amir, we don't need your money. Bella isn't some goat to trade!"

"That is $100,000 to each of you," Amir protested.

"Amir, she isn't for sale," Amy said as she stood with Michelle to leave. "Your club is beautiful and amazing."

"What was that about?" Bella asked nervously, excluded from the meeting. "Did I do something wrong?"

Michelle wrapped her arms about her and squeezed in a tight hug, "You didn't do anything wrong, baby," and kissed her head.

In the car, Amy was upset, and she slapped the steering wheel. "What an arrogant asshole!" she fumed.

"What happened?" asked Bella.

"Sweetie, Amir thinks he can just buy people because he is a spoiled Prince."

"What was he trying to buy?" Bella asked, unsure how any of it made sense.

Amy gave Michelle a sudden look, as to not say it, but it was already coming out of her mouth in true Michelle fashion.

"Bastard was trying to buy you from us. And you are worth way more than he could ever offer to take you from us, baby," Michelle said softly.

"Really? That's so sweet. Thank you," Bella said, wrapping her arms around Michelle from the back seat and kissing her.

Even Amy was surprised at her soft explanation.

"Sure, baby. You are worth a lot more than the $100,000 that asshole offered," she said irritably.

"What!? He offered you 100 grand to have me?" Bella fell back in her seat in shock.

"100 grand each!" emphasized Amy.

"Oh my god. I can't believe that. Why would he want me so much?" Bella wondered in her mind. Wondering what it would be like to be owned by a prince.

"Honey?" seeing Tim sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" she said, sitting down next to him.

"No!" he sniffled. "I got fired today. They fired my entire department. I don't know what to do."

"Oh my god! Seriously?" wrapping her arms around her husband to console him. "You'll find something better!"

"I know. Did you have fun today?" he asked through his depressed tone.

The following days turned into two weeks of Tim trying to find a new job, and the next house payment was approaching. They started cutting back on their driving to save gas, put Tim's car up for sale, and shut off all extracurricular activities. Bella even stopped doing shopping and lunch dates with Amy and Michelle, even though she rarely paid. Tim was getting more and more frustrated at home. Becoming short-tempered and neglecting Bella in the bedroom.

Bella offered to go to Amy for a loan, knowing she would give them one. But Tim said it would put them more in debt, and it would ruin their relationship. Bella suggested it again a couple of days later, and he told her not to bring it up again.

Bella went into the living room after putting the boys to bed. "Babe, the house payment was due last week. What are we going to do?"

"I don't fucking know, Bella!" throwing his glass of water at the tv, crashing the glass and screen.

Shocked and hurt, Bella ran to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. She spent the evening thinking how she could fix their financial situation. She tried thinking about all the people they knew who could help. But knew Tim would never accept a friend's help. She went through her closet, pulling out her nicest dresses to try to sell tomorrow when she pulled out the white dress Amy bought her.

The next morning, she got up early and started getting ready while Tim slept in on the couch. Her makeup was on point, her hair curled, and Tim commented how it was a bit much for leggings and a tank top to take the kids to school. When the boys were off to school on their bikes, she turned to him and said, "You're right, Tim. It's a bit much," and peeled her tank top and leggings and stormed into the bedroom naked and locked the door.

When she came out of the bedroom 30 minutes later, she was wearing the same white cutout dress that Amy had bought her. It displayed her ass and big tits perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.

"Where are you going wearing that?" Tim hissed

"To fix our financial situation since you can't!" and walked in her high heels quickly to her car. She backed out of the driveway, out of the neighborhood, and suddenly felt empowered. The self-empowerment was suddenly replaced with dread, fear, and apprehension knowing where she was about to go for financial help. Her body responded, and she felt flushed as her bare, freshly shaved kitty started dripping.

Bella sat up straight on the crisp white designer chair, waiting for the receptionist to complete her request.

"Miss Bella! Come into my office," Amir said, offering her his firm big hand.

"Thank you for seeing me without an appointment, um, Sir. I know you are a busy man," she said, sitting carefully in her little dress on the white leather couch.

"Of course. Anything for a beautiful young woman like you," offering her his big bright smile again. "What can I help you with?"

"Um, well. I would sort of like to come work for you," lowering her eyes to the floor.

"Bella," getting her attention, "What do you mean coming to work for me? Are you looking for a job here at Jannah?" boring into her with his dark eyes for a truthful answer.

"Oh god," she stammered, pulling at the hem of her short dress. "Um, well, yeah. Are you hiring?"

"That's not what you meant though, is it?" he demanded, moving to her.

"Um, no, Sir," she said, lowering her eyes again. "I meant, if um. You know? If I became yours? You wanted to pay Amy and Michelle for me, didn't you?" looking back into his dark eyes.

"I did make them an offer," he said, putting his hand on her bare thigh. "But, Princess, they would not release you. And I don't steal from people. But why don't you tell me why you would want me to be your owner?"

"Um, well. You are a very handsome, strong man. I know you would teach me new things. I know you would enjoy me," putting her hand on his hand. "And I need the financial help, Sir," she said, lowering her eyes again shamefully.

"I see. So you need money," more of a statement. "Hmm," his wheels working to create an opportunity for them both. "Bella, I have never been in this type of situation. But it's true. I do want you for my own," his big hand moving over both thighs, letting his fingers dance on her bare skin. "But your mistresses truly love you and will not release you to me. But maybe we can do some kind of temporary agreement?" He raised his eyebrows as he parted her little legs with his hand.

"What do you mean temporary? Agreement?" she asked curiously, feeling his fingertips on her thighs, making her squirm. She parted her legs without hesitating, allowing him access.

"If I can agree with your mistress, I need to know you are obedient. That you can follow instructions as my submissive. Your mistresses are also your girlfriends. I am not like that. Do you understand?" he asked, giving her a warm, genuine smile as his hand slid up her inner thigh and gripped lightly.

"God," she gasped, feeling his soft, warm hand almost touching her bare kitty. "Um, yes, I understand, Sir. I can learn to be a better submissive."

"Good." Looking into her eyes, his mind was spinning how he would put her to a test first. "First rule," he said in almost a whisper, leaning in close to her face, keeping his eyes bored into her, "is you never question my direction or instruction," sliding his index finger along her wetness and parting her pink lips. "Understand?"

Biting her lower lip but not breaking the gaze he had her under, he felt her body responding to his touch. "Yes, Sir." Catching her breath.

"Good girl," he said, removing his finger and bringing it to his lips to taste as she watched.

She let out an audible gasp, hearing him call her "good girl".

"Oh, you love praise, don't you, baby girl?"

"Yes, Sir. I do. I love it very much," squeezing her thighs tight together again as she adjusted her dress.

"Stand," he motioned with his hand for her to stand in front of him.

She quickly stood, smoothing her short dress, back straight, and waited for his next instruction or test.

"Remove your dress so I can look at your perfect little body," as he leaned back in the couch, arms spread, relaxing.

She unclasped the hook behind her neck, reached around and pulled the short zipper down, and slid the dress off her shoulders, exposing her big, bare breasts. Her nipples were rocks, and she felt them start to ache. She pushed the dress down over her hips, bending at the waist as she pushed the dress to her feet, proud of her flexibility. She rose back up and stepped out of her dress, standing in her heels in front of him.

"How big are your breasts?"

"34DDD, Sir," putting her hands on her hips.

"Turn around and let me see this perfect peach of an ass again," twirling his finger in the air.

She turned slowly around, giving him a view of her back and perfect ass.

"Bend forward and spread your cheeks."

She bent at the waist again, reaching back she spread her ass, showing him her perfect pink star. She could feel her juices flowing, wondering how soon it would be before they ran down her thighs.

"Are you always this wet?" he asked, putting his fingers on her glistening pussy and wiping the droplets across her pink lips, and onto her pink asshole.

Gasping from his gentle touches, she exhaled, gasped when she felt his finger on her bum hole, and responded, "Yes, when teased and aroused, Sir."

"You take very good care of your girl parts. Keep that up. How often do you get your ass taken by a cock or toy?" pushing his slick finger into her asshole.

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"Excuse me? Is profanity a proper response?" pushing his finger deeper into her bowels.

"No, Sir. Sorry," she whimpered. Trying to clam herself, wondering why she was struggling so much when she had been ass fucked and touched much more than this. "Michelle enjoys using toys on my bum. Usually my, hmmm," she moaned, feeling his finger moving. "Usually my chrome plug. And my husband takes it after anytime another man is inside me."

"Is your husband a cuck? A weak man?" moving his long finger back and forth, finger fucking her ass.

"No, Sir. He is not a cuck. God. He is just, um, hmmm, not as strong as some men."

He removed his finger from her ass and had her turn around. "Clean it," holding his index finger out.

Without hesitating and without thinking, she went to her knees quickly. She reached for his hand with both of hers and leaned forward with her mouth open, Her lips sucked his finger into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around his finger inside her mouth. She bobbed her mouth on his finger like it was a cock and cleaned it thoroughly, tasting herself on him.

"Good girl. Now, come here." He assisted her up as he stood and walked her to the big glass windows behind his desk. He stopped her about 2 feet from the glass and told her to reach out and put her hands on the glass.

As she did, she could see the city below and the neighboring high-rise buildings around her. Her heavy tits hung below her slightly with her bubble butt sticking out. She wondered if anyone could see her through the glass.

"I am writing you a proposal letter and conditions for you to share with your mistresses. I will meet with them to discuss this if they wish, or they can sign you over to me for 7 days starting next Tuesday. You must get their permission, or the offer is void. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I think so," she struggled, her arms and thighs burning from the position.

He stood from his desk and walked around her naked body, his fingers gliding over her perfect tan skin, cupping her perfect fit ass and squeezing lightly. "I would normally fuck you, but I do not want to violate you without your mistresses permission. Hopefully, we will be shopping for your new collar, babygirl," brushing her blonde thick hair off her cheek. "You can get dressed."

When she finished putting her dress on, he handed her an elegant envelope with his family crest and asked her to read it over and then share it with her mistresses. He expected a response by the end of the day tomorrow.

Bella thanked him profusely and left his office. She was still slightly shaken from the encounter, the way he made her feel; he was intimidating and strong but also gentle and kind. Eager to open the envelope and read it, she knew she had better do it in private. She could still feel her wetness with every step. She walked to the public garage, where parking was free, and sat in her car and gently parted the seal and pulled out the letter.

"To Bella's Mistresses,

I appreciate the loving care you have for Bella, and I know I could never take her from you, nor would she want to. She is very dedicated to you both. We spoke this morning in my office, and I thought of an arrangement I think you would both approve of while also helping Bella's financial quandary and my desire to have the beautiful woman, even if briefly."

"Fuck!" Bella said out loud, knowing Michelle and Amy would now know the financial troubles she and Tim were having.

"I propose, with your permission, letting me borrow Bella for a week. I will reward her handsomely, clearing her debt, as well as providing her $50,000 up front and $50,000 upon her complete return to you after 8 days."

"Oh my god!" she screamed in her car, excitedly. A sudden gush of wetness released between her thighs. She continued reading the last paragraph. "I have a family festival in Dubai for 7 days and would like to bring Bella. She will be very well cared for in the palace. However, I will need a few days to help prepare her for our customs and dress her appropriately. I am available to meet and soothe any concerns you may have about this partnership." Signed Amir.

"Oh my god, Dubai and a palace?" she thought, rubbing her nipples over her dress. "Bella, what are you getting yourself into?" her mind raced. "Remember, you are doing this for your family. It's harmless, and you will have a great time."

She called Amy first and asked if she was at the ranch so they could speak. She was, and so was Michelle. They were preparing for Amy's turn to host their monthly group party.

"Are you okay, sweetie? You sound tense," asked Amy with a raised eyebrow to Michelle, listening.

"Tim and I are in a jam. I need to talk to you about it." nervous to tell them the request she was about to deliver.

"Well, come over. We'll be here."

Sitting on Amy's patio couch, holding the envelope tight, Bella started crying. Fanning herself, she said, "Sorry, I don't know why I am crying. I should be excited but nervous to tell you what I did," trying to smile as she wiped away a tear.

"What is it, sweetie? Tell us," Amy said, putting her hand on Bella's knee and noticing the white dress she was wearing seemed odd.

"Well, Tim lost his job a few weeks ago, and we are struggling. He wouldn't let me come to you for help, and now it's almost too late. We are going to have to move and sell everything if he doesn't get a job and soon. So I went to see Amir. I mean Mr. Ahmad today."

"Oh fuck! Are you serious? Bella, we can help you! You don't need anyone else but us. How much do you need, and I will get it for you right now," said Michelle, getting loud and upset.

"I'm sorry. I know. But Tim got mad at me, threw a glass, and he is so upset all the time. I haven't been touched in weeks!" as another tear ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry, but I need to show Tim I can help fix it."

"Wait. Is Amir going to help you? Why would he do that?" asked Amy.

Bella handed her the envelope with the letter and waited for her to read it.

"Oh, Bella. What did you do, baby?" asked Amy as she handed the letter to Michelle.

"Nothing, yet. But I want to do this. But I need your permission, or he won't help me.

"Bella, do you know he wants to take you to Dubai? We can't help you in Dubai?" said Michelle, lost for words.

"If Tim won't accept our help, and this is what she wants to do on her own, I think we should let her do it, Michelle. I am not thrilled by it. And I think we should talk to Amir about rules and limits for her," looking at Michelle.

"Agreed. Let's go see him today?"

"Are you sure? Really? Will you release me to him?" Bella asked, excited.

"We'll see. Let's talk to Amir first.

Back in Amir's glass, brightly lit office, Michelle and Amy sat on the large white couch with Bella between them.

"Sounds like you get what you wanted," Michelle told him sarcastically.

"Ladies, I appreciate and respect what you have for the beautiful Bella, which is why I made this offer. Bella needs the assistance, and I would love to pleasure and be pleasured by the beautiful Bella. Does this mean you will release her to me?" Amir smiled.

"Almost," added Amy. "Bella wants to get her family out of their situation on her own. We can easily make her issues disappear, so we will let her handle this. But, we have some questions and some rules."

"Yes, please. Whatever I can do to make everyone feel at ease in this delicate situation."

"First, where are you taking her, and what are the living arrangements?" Amy asked sternly.

"Yes. Given my status, she will stay in the female palace wing with my wife and concubine and my cousin and his wives. She will have her own room, along with two handservants I have already picked and are here to prep her for the trip."

"Oh god," gasped Bella. "What's a concubine?"

Bella was ignored, and Amy pressed on. "Do you plan on sharing her with other men?"

Bella squeezed her thighs, now getting nervous, having never thought to ask this question.

"No, I do not have any intention of sharing. Will there be the possibility of her being displayed or watched by my staff or cousins? Possibly."

"Okay," Michelle, seemingly satisfied with the answers. "No marks, bruises, or modification of any kind are to touch her body. That includes tattoos and piercings. I want her little holes the same when she returns!" demanded Michelle.

"Of course not. I am not a savage," Amir responded as if offended. His eyes looked into Bella's, then down to her big breasts and little body. "I will be frank. I plan on enjoying her body thoroughly, so her little holes, as I have already seen, may be sore and swollen. Would a tasteful henna design be satisfactory? It washes off in a couple of days. Henna body art is an important part of our culture."

"Oh god," Bella gasped again, imagining herself restrained and fucked by his beautiful large cock until she passed out.

"I'm serious, Amir! Her body is to be returned the same. Or I swear to god almighty you will never feel a woman's body again," Amy blurted.

"Of course. She will be highly respected and well taken care of. And to be sure we are all in agreement, let's inspect her together," motioning for Bella to stand.

Bella didn't move, knowing she shouldn't until her mistress released her.

"It's okay. Stand, sweetie," Amy said, holding her hand up for Bella to stand.

Amir waited, knowing Amy and Michelle still held the control.

"Go ahead, undress." Amy directed.

Bella slipped her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down her body. Being bare under her dress was not uncommon, and no one in the office was surprised. She stood, as everyone admired her body. Michelle stood first, walked around Bella, and told the room there wasn't a blemish on her perfect body.

"May I?" asked Amir, standing and moving behind Bella.

"Be my guest," said Michelle, offering him to look Bella over. "There isn't a blemish on her. Anywhere."

Amir walked in front of Bella, eye fucking her hard. The eye contact he had with Bella was driving her crazy and making her drip. He cupped her big breasts in both hands and lifted them slightly. Even with being enhanced, she had the perfect amount of sag. He ran his fingers under her breasts, looking for any hint of scarring, and found very little and not worth mentioning. He slowly turned her around, and having already seen her pussy and ass today, he was going to enjoy touching her in front of her mistresses. Moving her blonde hair over her shoulders, he ran his fingers down her spine, enjoying watching the goosebumps rise on her skin. With slight pressure between her shoulder blades, she bent forward at the waist. Seeing her bend and her perfect bubble ass sticking out, he commented on her perfect ass, touching her bare cheek. "Spread your legs, Princess," he directed, and she did. He ran his fingers over her glistening lips, parting them, and asked, "Are you freshly shaved?"

"Yes, Sir," she gasped, feeling his gentle touches.

He bent down and looked at her pussy closely. She could feel his breath on her bare ass cheek. He stood, and while caressing her bare pussy, turned to Michelle, "Would you mind if I have her lasered? She has some small hairs between her ass and pussy."

"I don't. Amy?" Michelle asked.

"That would be fine, as long as it's a reliable esthetician here in the US," quipped Amy, watching her baby being fondled.

"Wonderful. I will have her smooth as butter," taking his time to coat his fingertips in her juices, but not penetrating. "And this perfect little asshole," rimming her pink star with her juices. "Is there a particular lube you prefer to use on her?" He asked, looking at Amy while his finger put pressure on her tight entrance.

"It needs to be silicone-based. Otherwise, when she gets very wet, it will wash the water-based ones off," added Michelle. "Right, sweetie?" brushing Bella's hair out of her face while bent over and looking up.

Bella nodded, biting her lower lip, willing his finger to penetrate her.

"Do you bleach her? It's such a soft pink, like its never been touched" commenting on her perfect small pink asshole.

Amy and Michelle both noticed Amir's cock hardening in his loose linen pants.

Ignoring his last question and comment, Amy asked, "Enjoying yourself?" as his wet finger rimmed and teased her asshole.

"Of course!" looking down, but not embarrassed his big cock was hardening. "What man wouldn't be aroused by not only this beautiful creature but her beautiful friends as well? It's a lot for a man to contain," smiling at both Michelle and Amy.

"You are a slick fucker, I will give you that," teased Michelle.

Amir told Bella she could stand up straight, as his finger slid off her pink star and into her pussy, and back out. "Would you like to meet your maidservants, Bella?" he asked with a smile.

"Um, okay. I don't know what that means," blushing.

"Sweetie, they are the women who take care of you. Your servants, so to speak," Amy said.

"My servants?" in shock, thinking she would be the one serving in the coming days.

Amir picked the phone on his desk, said something in Arabic, and within seconds, 2 young Persian women came through the side door.

Both were beautiful and almost looked like twin sisters. With long curly black hair, perfect bronze skin, and light makeup with bright white lipstick, wearing the white tunics with gold armbands other women in the club wore.

"This is Neema," brushing the hair of the shorter and curvier one off her shoulder, "and this is Manija," caressing the back of the tall slender one with plump lips. "Girls, this is Bella, your new charge. You will not leave your side, and you make sure she is pampered and prepared how I like, yes?"

"Yes, Sir," both girls said in unison, smiling with perfect white teeth as they took Bella's hand and then hugged her naked body.

"Thank you. You are so sweet," blushed Bella, suddenly nervous for being naked.

"Girls," speaking to the two maidservants. "Bella will be joining us in Dubai next week, and you need to get her prepared. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," came the reply in unison again.

"Are you satisfied with the arrangements?" he asked the mistresses.

"I still don't like her leaving the country with you. Bella, do you have any questions? Are you okay with this?" asked Michelle, caressing her blonde curls.

"I am excited!" Bella said with a smile.

Amy reached over and signed the agreement on the coffee table, and Michelle did the same. When it was complete, Michelle and Amy hugged Bella and told her to call them every night to check-in and text or email as often as she could when in Dubai. The three hugged each other and left Bella in the office.

Amir wrapped his arms around Bella as soon as they were alone and asked her if she was ready to start preparing for their trip. Telling her she needed to be at the club by 8 am each morning and would be released to go home to settle things by 2 pm, when her sons got out of school. He went to the couch and sat, looking at her standing naked in her heels. "Are you ready to start?"

"Yes, Sir," smiling big for the first time.

"Then drop to your knees and crawl to me," he directed.

Bella dropped to her knees and crawled on the marble floor to him, between his legs and gently tugged his loose pants until his big bronze cock was released. She was going to prove herself to him with the best blow job of his life. She sucked and stroked him, worshipping his cock while she licked his balls. She bobbed her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat for almost 30 minutes until he exploded in her mouth. Having a mouthful of his man juice, she looked up at him, letting it run out of her mouth and down her chin while swallowing some. She continued to worship his cock in both her hands, cleaning every inch of him, rubbing the bulbous head on her cheek and across her lips until he told her to stand.

He walked over to his desk and picked up a phone while Bella started to slip back into her dress. "Manija, come get Bella and start her preparations," he said into the phone. He moved back to Bella and put his hands on her bare shoulders, "The girls are going to take very good care of you today. And tomorrow we will take you shopping. I want you to wear a dress and heels, nothing else. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

The remainder of the day, Bella became more familiar with Manija and Neema, her new maidservants. She learned they were both 22 and grew up together in the same neighborhood. They escorted her through hidden hallways of the Jannah, where her first stop was to get her lasered. The on-site esthetician, Erika, was already prepared for Bella when they reached her studio. Wearing only a robe, Manija helped her out of it and onto the soft exam table. Manija held her hand with her legs high in the stirrups.

"Wow, you have the prettiest vagina," Erika told her.

"Thank you," trying to relax while holding Manija's hand.

"I have instructions to laser all of you, including this little bum hole," said Erika.

When Erika was done, Bella whined; it felt like she was on fire. Neema applied some cooling lotion to her labia, rimming her little pink star as well. If she didn't feel like her skin was on fire, she would have enjoyed Neema's fingers further.

"Manija, let's take her to the spa and give her skin a sugar scrub," said Neema.

"I was thinking the same," she replied, running her fingertips over Bella's chest and shoulder.

Walking Bella to the spa, they took her into the dual shower room and turned on the multiple heads to warm up the room with hot steam. After removing Bella's robe, they, too, removed their tunics simultaneously and stepped into the shower with Bella. Bella was impressed with their young, tight bodies, feeling herself getting aroused watching them step into the shower with her.

"I didn't know you were going to join me," Bella said, seeing their smiles.

"Princess, we will be by your side at all times unless Mr. Ahmad excuses us," taking a handful of sugar scrub in her palm.

Neema did the same as both girls massaged Bella's body. Bella was soon melting into their hands, leaving the gritty sugar scrub on her skin as they massaged. She reached out, putting her hands on the wall, leaning forward slightly as both girls went down her breasts and over her ass, massaging both slowly and methodically. They both went down both legs at the same time, massaging her inner thighs, against her pussy and down to her feet. She was dripping wet and needed to be touched. She opened her eyes, and both were looking up at her, smiling.

"Do you like that, Princess?" Manija asked, smiling, her bare breasts rubbing Bella's legs. "We should wash it off now," as they both stood and turned Bella under the overhead water.

"This feels wonderful," Bella said, closing her eyes, her face up, as the warm water ran over her. Neema and Manija washed the scrub off Bella's body, softly moving from her neck and shoulders down to her feet again.

"Princess, would you like anything else?" Manija asked.

"Hmm, hmm," she moaned. Without opening her eyes, she reached out, found the top of her wet hair, and pulled her closer. Soon she was writhing on a tongue and mouth playing with her smooth, slick pussy. She enjoyed being pleasured, her legs becoming weak as another mouth and hand clamped onto her breasts. "Oh god," she moaned, feeling her orgasm building. Both mouths released her body, leaving her wanting more. Wanting to finish, she opened her eyes, and both girls were touching each other, watching her. "What? I was so close," Bella asked, confused.

"We are only allowed to bring you pleasure," said Neema. "We are not allowed to let you orgasm."

"Can I get myself off, then?" she asked, still confused and not wanting to break any rules.

"You can, but I don't advise it," offered Manija, pulling Bella's hands from between her legs. "Your master wants that honor, Princess."

Frustrated but learning her new rules, she reached for a towel, but the girls were quicker and started drying her body for her. The four hands patting and rubbing her body were not helping her sexual frustration.

As they left the shower to go relax by the pond Bella had enjoyed before, a beautiful blonde with gold armbands approached. "Miss Bella, Mr. Ahmad wants you in his office."

Her two maidservants turned Bella around and quickly had her robe on and tied to deliver her to Mr. Ahmad.

"Sir, here is Bella. We have had her lasered and a sugar scrub applied to her skin, so she is shiny and smooth for you. Anything else?"

"Wonderful. Thank you, Neema. I will inspect her. I want you to accompany us on Bella's shopping trip tomorrow, so dress appropriately. And have Bella ready in the morning," Amir said, as if Bella wasn't in the room.

"Yes, Sir. Good night."

Amir nodded to her, stood from his desk, and sat on the front edge. He looked at Bella, standing with her hands in front of her, with a confused look on her face. "How was your laser treatment?" he smiled at her.

"It was more painful than waxing but a lot smoother. Thank you." She blushed, not sure what he wanted her to say or do.

"I see. And then what did your girls do with you?" he asked.

"They gave me a sugar scrub in the shower. That shower room is beautiful. I could have stayed in there all day. I've never had a sugar scrub before."

"I see," looking at her up and down. "Princess, you have never fully been owned and submissive, have you?" he asked with a strong tone, but still gentle and polite.

"I, um. I think I am with Michelle and Amy. I listen and do as I am told."

"Hmm. Then you need to start paying more attention to me. You need to learn what I want and when I want it without me telling you. Understand?"

"I think so. But, um," she hesitated. "But, how. How do I know what you want without being told?" tilting her head, looking at him in confusion.

"You are so sweet. You will learn. I'll show you," reaching for button on his desk phone. "Send Leah in."

The stunning redhead whom she watched suck Amir's cock on her first visit came through a side door, wearing her a sheer white robe "Sir?"

Amir looked at her, smiled, then nodded to the floor by his feet and continued to talk to Bella. "If you are not watching me closely, you will miss my instructions," he told Bella as Leah went to him and dropped to her knees. Looking up at him for any further cues or direction, while he continued to teach Bella, and not receiving any, she pulled his loose pants down his thighs and took his cock into her mouth.

Bella's eyes were darting back and forth from Leah on her knees in front of Amir and back to Amir. "Did you see how I instructed Leah without saying a word?"

"Yes, Sir. I, um," watching Leah sucking his cock to rock hardness within seconds. "I did."

"Good. My instructions might be an eye direction like I did with Leah or it could be a simple question," he said, then looked at Leah bobbing her mouth on his cock. "Thank you, Leah," and she stopped, pulled his pants up around his hard cock, stood, and went to a nearby corner to wait for more instruction.

"So, let's practice," he said to Bella. "Princess, how did your laser treatment go?"

Bella hesitated, thinking quickly, shrugged her robe off, and walked closer to him. "It went well. I am completely smooth for you," turning around, bending over at the waist with her legs parted, until she was holding her ankles to give him a perfect view of her lasered pussy and asshole.

He reached forward and run his index finger over her smooth light pink asshole and down to her labia, and around it. "Very nice. Just how I want you. And your sugar scrub?"

Standing up straight, she turned to face him. "I have never had one before," she said, sliding her hands over herself. "My skin has never been so silky soft," caressing her breasts and down her tummy. She moved closer to him so he could touch her.

He cupped her big right breast, squeezed lightly and fun his large hand over her other breast, down her tummy, and cupped her little pussy in his palm. "Very soft and silky smooth. So wet and smooth, I could fuck you on my desk right now," looking into her eyes.

Bella stepped back, around him and sat her bare ass on his big, quartz desktop, and leaned back on her hands.

"Leah," motioning her to come closer as he turned and stood between Bella's legs. He rested his hard cock on Bella's pussy, letting her feel his warmth and hardness as he lifted her legs in the air. Leah reached out and took her ankles, pulling them back so her knees were almost to Bella's ears. With a glistening pussy and pink star exposed and ready for attention, Amir tapped her pussy with his hardness. "You are so wet, Princess."

"Oh, god," moaned Bella, her eyes bright with lust as she looked up at him.

Amir pushed his bulbous cockhead into her folds, past her entrance, and through her pussy. "Hmm, so wet and slick. She is so tight."

"Her pussy is so pretty and pink," said Leah, watching Amir's cock starting to pump through Bella.

Bella whimpered, wanting, craving more. She relaxed her neck back, looking up at Leah watching her being fucked.

Amir started thrusting, grunting with every stroke and thrust into her pinkness. "Hmm, yes! Her pussy grips my cock perfectly," he grunted.

"Fuck, she is soo wet. She's turning hot pink now," watching Bella's labia turn darker. "She's close, Sir."

Bella's whimpers turned to deep groans, her legs tightened, ready for her orgasm to come rushing into her.

"Oh, you want to cum, don't you, Princess?" Amir asked with a grin.

"Yes, fuck!" Bella gasped.

"Not before I do! Who is more important?" he grunted, coming to a stop so she didn't cum to quickly.

"You, Sir! You are! Please!" she begged him.

He pulled his cock out, leaving her empty. "Hmm, I don't think you have learned yet," rubbing his slick cock against her pink star and inner thighs.

"Oh my god," said Leah, looking at Bella's pink pussy gaping and swollen clit. She leaned over Bella more, putting her legs under her arms to keep them pinned back and used her fingers to spread open Bella's pussy lips. "This is the sexiest pussy I have ever seen," using her thumb to rub Bella's clit softly.

"Ohhh," Bella whimpered.

"It's not about your pleasure anymore, Princess," pulling his cock away from her. "You will to receive your pleasure as you pleasure me. I am to be your focus!" as he reached for her blonde hair and pulled her off the desk as Leah released her legs.

Her eyes were wide, partly in fear and partly in lust and confusion.

Standing in front of him, she lowered her eyes, knowing her mistake. She watched as Leah walked around to his side of the desk, giving her a slight grin, and bent over the quartz desktop.

Leah reached back, spread her small bum cheeks, and said, "Enjoy me how you wish, Sir."

Bella looked at her exposed asshole, then to Amir, giving her a nod forward. It took a moment to register his look and nod, and understood what he was asking. Still almost shaking, she leaned over Leah's small ass, and let a long dribble of saliva drip onto her small brown hole. She looked up at Amir, reached between her legs and coated her palm with her slick juices, then smothered her juices over the head of his cock.

"Good girl," he told her with a smile. "Now get dressed and go home," as he roughly shoved his cock into the small redhead.

Leah screamed like she was just stabbed, and rightfully so. Bella looked at her, her head laying on the desk, knowing the burning pain she must be feeling in her ass.

"Bella, be better prepared tomorrow," smiling, thrusting his big cock through Leah's little hole, making her whimper loudly. "I don't want you touching yourself tonight. And your hubby can't fuck you. Understand?" turning his focus back to the little ass he was fucking, gripping her hips tight.

"Yes, Sir. Good night."

In her car, she gathered her thoughts, alone. Holding the big envelope full of money, she pondered her day, the events, and the situation she was now involved in. "Now, what, Bella?" she said out loud to herself. She put a plan together as she considered her next move and how she would deal with Tim when she got home, what she would tell him without lying. But the first step was getting to the bank. She walked into the bank, self-conscious about the tiny dress she was wearing, and asked to open an account.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" Tim blurted as soon as she walked through the door. "Shopping with the girls again?" he said in a sarcastic tone, as he popped another chip into his mouth in front of the TV.

"I was busy fixing our financial situation," she said, trying to ignore him as she walked straight to the bedroom. "Something you can't seem to do." giving him an extra jab.

"What does that mean?" hurling himself out of his chair, following her into the bedroom.

She looked at her husband, hands on her hips, frustrated and sad about the way they were treating each other. "Honey, I'm sorry. We are in this together, and we are attacking each other. What happened to being the perfect team? Why can't we work together to change our situation?" her big blue eyes filling with tears about to burst.

Seeing his sweet wife about to burst into tears, he knew she was right, and felt like shit. "I'm sorry, baby. You are right. I just don't know what to do anymore," he said, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

Bella sat next to him and put her arm around him with her head on his shoulder. "I know. But we need to work together. What if I had an opportunity to fix it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I um. I have created an opportunity to get us out of our hole. But also gives us time to find you another job. Can we work together on getting back on track?" she asked gently.

"Yes, of course. But how? We need to make the house payment, and we have too much in credit card debt to use them," he objected.

"I know. But what if I found some money and we could make the payment? Would you be motivated to start looking for work again?" carefully, and softly encouraging him.

"I promise to try harder. I was thinking of asking to sign up with a head hunter," looking up at her with a smile finally.

"That makes me happy. I need to tell you what I have been offered today. But you can't be mad. You have to understand and keep an open mind, okay?" she asked pleadingly.

He nodded and waited.

She told him she paid all the bills, and how she met a man who owns a spa in the City that made her an offer. But the offer also includes a trip to Dubai for a festival his family is holding.

"He's taking you to Dubai? Are you serious? Did you agree?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes, I did. That's where I was today. I had to tell Michelle and Amy about it. They met him and agreed to let me go. But I need to do some prepping for the trip so I understand the rules and understand how things work, I guess."

"What? So Michelle and Amy are okay with this?" his head spinning with questions. "What do you mean by offer? He's paying you to go with him?"

"Yes, silly!" giggling to lighten the mood and soften the seriousness. "He is taking me shopping tomorrow for the trip. I guess there are certain things women wear," she thought, not wanting him to know just how hot she would be looking.

"Wow. I don't know, Bella. I mean, well. Um, are you fucking him?"

"Tim! You know men want to play with me. So yeah, of course he will fuck me. Is that a problem? You've always liked men fucking me," rubbing his thigh.

"Geez, Bella. I do, but this is different!"

"What makes it different? You obviously like the idea too," rubbing his hand over his hardening dick. "Nothing changes other than he owns me instead of Michelle and Amy." smiling at him while stroking him for the first time in weeks.

"I guess," feeling his neglected dick rock hard in her hand. "When do you leave? Hmm, for how long?"

She unzipped his pants as she went to her knees in front of him. "I'm going to finish some prepping for the trip this week and I leave Monday for 7 days," stroking his dick out of his pants. "Would you like me to suck you off?" licking the tip.

"Ahh, yes," he said, putting his hand into her blonde hair.

She gobbled him into her mouth, immediately thinking how Amir's big, beautiful, bronze cock filled her mouth and throat. Bobbing her mouth from the tip to his base, he pulled her mouth off him.

"I need to fuck my wife!" he announced, pulling her up onto the bed.

"Wait. Cum on my tits. I'll let you cum on my face if you want," feeling him pulling her dress up to her waist as he pushed her back onto the bed.

"No, I need this pussy," opening her legs to fuck her.

"Tim, stop! I can't," trying to close her legs, her hand covering her bare pussy.

"What do you mean, 'you can't'?" looking down at her.

"I'm not allowed. He told me not to let you. He doesn't want me to orgasm. It's part of my training process," she quickly blurted out.

"What? He controls your pussy now?" he said frustrated, losing his hard on.

"No! It's just that. Well, kind of. Michelle and Amy gave me over to him. Just until I get back. Then it's back to normal," she pleaded.

"Now, can I suck your dick and let you explode over me?" she asked with a smile, getting off the bed.

"You better fucking suck me good!" he demanded in a harsh tone.

His stern voice turned her on, so unlike him. "I will. You will love it." She peeled off her dress and dropped to her knees as he stood. She looked up at him, grabbing his dick tight in her hand, "Say it again!"

"Suck my fuck'in dick!" he demanded, grabbing a handful of her hair looking down at her.

She cupped his balls in one hand and plunged her mouth down on him, taking him into her throat. Making herself suck and deep throating him easily, she bobbed her mouth in a sloppy tight blowjob, caressing his balls in her fingers. "You like me being your cock sucking slut wife, don't you?" she asked, loving his aggressiveness, with saliva connected to his tip and her lower lip.

"Yes! You know I do, you little slut," grunting and tensing up already.

She took him into her mouth greedily, slurping him down, her lips tightening around his shaft. Knowing he wouldn't last long, she looked up at him again, "You want to paint my face like a slut or swallow?" Not waiting for his response, she took him to the base of his dick again, cupping his balls.

"You fucking slut!" he grunted, pulling her hair as he erupted into her mouth and on her lips and face. "Oh god, yes!" he grunted as she milked every drop from his dick onto her tits and lips. Catching his breath he looked down at her, "Do you suck him off like that?"

She grinned, cum dripping from her chin, "Better!" and kissed the head of his dick.

As instructed, Bella walked into Amir's office at 8 am sharp, wearing a yellow sundress and high wedge sandals. The dress was tight and low cut with thin straps containing her big breasts, braless so her bare back was visible from behind.

"Good morning, Princess! Don't you look ravishing today!" standing up from behind his desk to greet her with a hug and a kiss.

"Thank you, Sir. Do you like my dress for the day?" Twirling around for him to see.

"I do. Displays your big breasts perfectly," reaching up to cup them in both hands. "And were you a good girl last night?" eyeing her for truthfulness.

"Yes, Sir. My husband wanted me, but I had to decline him and told him why. So I just gave him a blow job until he was satisfied," looking down bashfully.

"So your little pussy was not touched?" grinning.

She looked up at him and shook her head, feeling herself getting wet.

"Neema! Manija!" he called out.

"Yes, Sir?" they both entered together.

"Please take my princess to the toy room before we go shopping," he told them while looking into Bella's eyes.

"Anything you would like prepped, Sir?" asked Neema.

He turned to Neema, "Yes, prep her and my favorite shopping toy. And make sure she has not been touched recently."

Walking to the "toy room", the girls talked and complimented each other's dresses and the shopping trip.

"Princess, don't be nervous. It's not as crazy as it looks," Manija warmed before opening the door.

Neema guided Bella into the pink room, pink carpet, white couches facing each other, and 3 walls displaying every possible toy imaginable.

"Oh my god," Bella giggled, admiring all the various sexy toys. "Does Amir have a favorite toy he wants me to use?"

Neema and Manija looked at each other in shock, then at Bella.

"Princess! Don't use his first name. Ever!" pleaded Neema. "Always refer to him as Mr. Ahmad or Sir! He will punish you and us for not training you correctly."

"I'm sorry. I won't. What else do I need to know?"

"Make sure he is pleasured in any way possible. Don't take your eyes off him, even when around other people or in a group. You need to wait for his instructions, and it might just be eye contact. You don't want to keep him waiting, and he doesn't like repeating himself," Manija admonished.

"I promise. Thank you. What's the shopping toy he referred to?" Bella asked curiously, moving around the room, touching and looking at all the vibes, dildos, and contraptions.

Neema giggled. "It's my favorite one, but not Manija's," looking at Manija with a giggle.

Manija asked Bella to come to her, standing by a swing hanging from the ceiling. "I need you to get comfy in it," lifting Bella's short dress while she backed herself into it.

Neema lifted an ankle, while Manija lifted the other, attaching her ankles to thick soft restraints. "You were not touched last night, right?" asked Manija, lowering herself in front of Bella's exposed and wet pussy.

"I wanted to! But no, she wasn't touched," said Bella, looking between her thighs at Manija. "Why?"

Manija touched her smooth wet labia, parting her lips. "I need to make sure you were not touched. Sir wants your clit craving him. He will withhold your orgasm for a couple more days until he lets you release," pinning her slick wet lips back to inspect her clit closely.

"Oh god," moaned Bella, feeling her pussy being touched. "I need to cum so bad!"

"You can't, princess! Please. Resist!" blurted Neema, caressing Bella's hair while watching Neema. "What do you think?"

"She is very tight and small, even after taking him yesterday. She is perfect," Manija happily said, releasing her lips and licking her fingers. "Can you get it?" she asked Neema.

Neema brought back 3 chrome plugs of various sizes with pink jewels on the end. "Which one?"

"She's pretty small, so let's start small," said Manija, getting the silicone lube from the counter.

"Fuck! I have to wear it all day while shopping?" asked Bella.

"Yes. We all do," replied Neema.

"Has he fucked you?" Bella asked, looking at Neema and then Manija.

"No," they said in unison.

"He wants us to stay virgins. But he will play with my bum, and he likes Manija's mouth."

"Hmm, wow. Interesting. That's hot," gasping, feeling the cool lube on her small pink star. "Hmm, that feels good."

"Relax, and push out," as she pushed the plug gently and slowly into Bella's asshole.

"Aah, fuck! That feels so good," whimpered Belled, feeling the plug fully seated inside her tight hole.

"It looks pretty," said Manija, giving it a little tug to check its tightness. "Your turn!" she told Neema, who already had her dress pulled up and was bent over.

"I love this part," smiled Neema at Bella, holding her plump ass cheeks apart for Manija.

"Are you girls ready for a fun-filled day of shopping?" announced Amir, coming into the room as Manija was getting her plug inserted. "Getting more comfy with that, Manija?" admiring her little ass.

"Um, yes, Sir," struggling to relax as the plug seated into her ass.

"How's my princess? Has she been touched, other than me yesterday?" he asked.

"No, Sir. As you know, she is very pink and tight. Her inner lips and walls are very smooth and not roughed up at all," replied Manija, feeling herself getting wet.

"How's her little ass," talking to the girls as if Bella couldn't hear, as he put his finger on the plug in Bella's ass and gave it a slight push.

"Ohh," whimpered Bella.

"You like that, princess?" he smiled at her, turning the steel plug in her ass.

"I love it that you enjoy touching my body," she smiled back at him.

He gave the plug a slight tug, and it slipped from her hole. Without looking at the girls, and admiring Bella's asshole, he held up the slick plug and asked for a bigger one. "This came out too easy."

Manija hurriedly handed him the next size plug, slick with fresh lube.

"OK, princess, breathe and push," he instructed, pushing the bigger chrome plug into her little hole.

"Ah fuck," Bella moaned in a whisper, feeling her asshole being stretched. She looked up at Neema, brushing her blonde hair off her face. "Oh fuck, it's big," gasping.

"That's it, just relax," Amir encouraged, seating the plug in deep. Give it a small turn, and a light tug to be sure, "That's better," smiling up at Bella as she breathed deep. "Our trip got moved up a day, so we will be leaving tomorrow afternoon," speaking more to the maidservants than Bella. Let's make sure she is packed and ready after our shopping trip," undoing the clasps holding Bella's ankles. "You girls look great today!" He admired the three now standing in front of him in their little dresses. "I am thinking Vie Savage first and then the little boutique with the custom lingerie. What do you think, Neema?"

"Excellent choice, Sir. There is also the Outcast boutique around the corner as well," winking at Manija.

Manija and Amir both laughed.

Walking down the long hall, Bella had to walk slower than the others as she got accustomed to the plug in her ass.

"Keep up, Princess," Amir said, giving her firm ass a light slap.

In the white limo, Bella sat next to Amir in the back while Manija and Neema sat next to each other on the long bench.

"Neema, doesn't Manija's lips look luscious in that color?" asked Amir, as his hand caressed Bella's inner thigh.

"Yes, Sir, they do," she smiled, leaning over to her friend and kissing her lips. "They taste yummy too, Sir," she added as the two girls started a heated make-out session.

As their tongues swirled around each other, Bella watched them, parting her legs to give Amir access to her needy pussy.

"Aren't they beautiful?" asked Amir in Bella's ear as he parted her pink lips and caressed her slick pussy, circling her clit slowly.

"Yes, they are, Sir," she moaned, watching their bodies writhe against each other. She lifted her hips, wanting his fingers inside, while staring at Neema's bare pussy exposed in her short dress.

As the car came to a stop in front of the valet, the girls stopped kissing, and Amir removed his fingers and fed them to Bella. The looks and attention the girls received stepping out of the limo were exhilarating for Bella. She smiled at a couple of onlookers, feeling like a true princess as her maidservants held the door for her.

The girls picked out dresses for each other and held others up to themselves while enjoying Amir's comments about each one. Amir told the girls to pick out two formal dresses and 2 cocktail dresses each.

"Sir, what would you like to see me wear?" Bella asked, unsure of the style he wanted or how sexy she could go.

He held up a black and silver gown to her. "Like this," seeing how the open front would display her big boobs. "Try it on," he told her.

She slipped her shoulder straps off her shoulders and started to push her sundress down her hips when Neema stopped her. Neema pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts, apologizing to Amir, as she took the dress from him and guided Bella to the dressing rooms.

Bella stepped out wearing the Sophie gown Amir had chosen, and it fit perfectly. The color came around her neck, but opened on her chest, with the built in cups and sequin border, her deep cleavage was clearly on display, and hugged her ass and hips perfectly. Being floor length the slit up the left thigh was sexy yet elegant.

Manija and Neema chose matching halter dresses, and Neema found the perfect red heart dress for Bella. The girls walked out with their dresses and a happy and excited Amir. Bella noticed his large girthy cock bulging in his pants as he eye fucked the three of them.

In the limo, Amir had his hand between Bella's thighs immediately. She reached over and put her hand on Amir's thigh, catching Manija's eyes and the slight shake of her head as she did. She quickly brushed his knee, as if to wipe lint, and pulled her hand back. Manija nodded.

"Sir?" looking up at him. "Can I take care of that for you?" looking down at his chunky cock.

Amir smiled, put his hand on her cheek, and told her, "When I want something, you will know. Just keep your eyes on me like you are. You are doing wonderful," and looked at Manija and tilted his head slightly.

The signal was quick and very brief. Had Bella not been looking at him, she would have missed the indicator. Manija slid off her seat and onto the floor, crawling up between Amir's legs, undoing his belt and zipper, and shimmied them down his thighs. Her painted lips covered his cockhead and she pulled him into her mouth expertly. Bella watched her maidservant sucking the cock she wanted, the way she moved her pouty lips over and down his cock was amazing. His moan was evident he was enjoying her mouth. When the limo came to a stop at their next destination, he pulled Manija up by her hair and thanked her.

Stepping out of the Limo, she recognized the small lingerie boutique. She had been here once before before she got her breasts done with Michelle and Amy. Manija whispered in her ear as they approached the door, "You will love this place," winking.

"Only if I get to see the back room," she whispered back, shocking Manija with a giggle.

The same mature woman greeted them in the small boutique, "Mr. Ahmad, I see you have brought three beautiful young women to adorn," shaking Amir's hand firmly.

"Let's go see what we can dream up for your little toys," she said, leading them to the back private room. Eyeing them up and down. "I understand this is a getaway to Dubai we are preparing for? A fun erotic trip, shall we say?" she asked Amir as she remembered Manija. "Have you been a good girl?" she asked Manija, groping her pert tits, reminding Manija of her last visit.

"Yes, Ma'am!" smiling, remembering how the woman made her undress in front of the room and masturbate for the first time.

"Bella?" She beamed. "I see you got your new tits!" cupping both her big breasts. "You have a new master. Are you taking good care of him?" smiling at her with an evil grin. "Mr. Ahmad, I hope you are getting your money's worth out of this little slut," emphasizing "slut" when Michelle admonished her last time.

He smiled and nodded, "I'd like Bella in something white, Something unique and lacy to show off her big breasts and ass. I want her to look like the angel in the room," said Amir, sitting on the couch looking at his princess. "And her maidservants in black or red."

The three girls tried on a variety of ensembles, most very revealing and tiny, and all were elegant and erotic. The woman made it a point to prod, poke and pinch Bella every chance she got, including complimenting the plug and toying with it inside her ass. Amir made his decisions for Bella, and Bella was able to choose for her maidservants several items that complimented their figures.

"Have you chosen her collar?" the older woman asked Amir.

"I have. The one you suggested with the thing adornments hanging over her breasts. But I want it welded on," Amir told her, looking at Bella.

The woman smiled at Bella, put her finger under her chin, and told her to go to her knees, and she walked out of the room. She returned holding a silver necklace with various lengths of silver dangling from the main necklace. In the center was a larger D-ring, with 3 other smaller D-rings dangling from it. Following her was an older man wearing an apron and magnifier glasses on his head, carrying a tool. The woman set the necklace around Bella's neck, adjusting the length so the 3 silver strands hung perfectly over her chest. "Weld it there," she told the older man.

On the way back to the office, Amir had Manija back on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock while Bella watched. He told Bella to watch how she used her lips, her hands on his balls and base of his shaft, how her lips popped up over his head and tongued his pee hole. He instructed Bella to hold her by the hair and force her mouth on him deeper, using filthy words and to choke her throat with his cock. Bella was squirming, dripping with his fingers teasing her clit. With a simple nod to Neema, she was between Bella's thighs, lapping up her juices, devouring her pussy.

"Fuck her mouth, Bella. These two are for your use. Use them however you like with one exception."

"Yes?" moaned Bella, close to coming from Neema's tongue.

"You can't fuck their pussies. You can use fingers and your tongue on each other, but no toys or objects are to penetrate their pussy. Understand?"

"Oh, god, yes. Yes, Sir. Hmmm, I understand," holding Neema by her hair and grinding on her mouth as her hips bucked.

"Stop," said Amir softly, and both girls immediately stopped. "I don't want her to orgasm yet."

It was perfect timing as the limo pulled into the private parking garage for The Jannah. As they stepped out of the elevator in the club's foyer, Amir instructed the girls, "Take Bella to the red room and restrain her to the bench. I'll be there shortly."

As the girls entered the red room, Bella recognized it as the room where Amir first restrained her to the wheel and bench. "Um, what are we doing here?" asked Bella nervously.

"It's okay. He is going to test you. See what you learned before we leave for our trip tomorrow," said Neema, slipping the thing straps off Bella's shoulders and pulling her dress to her feet.

Manija was already holding the soft cuff restrains, waiting for Bella to get into position on the bench. "Please, princess," asked Manija.

Bella now naked, stepped out of her heels and leaned over the bench, resting her knees on each padded side and her ass hanging off the end. Suddenly, the front of the bench she had her chest and head resting on came down with a switch Manija pulled. Now just supported by the bench on her tummy, her hands strained in front of her and her legs restrained to the bench, she felt very vulnerable.

The door swung open, and Amir walked in, unbuttoning his shirt. "Is my princess ready for her lesson?"

"Yes, Sir. She is ready for you. I was just about to apply the lotion," said Manija, opening a new bottle of Analeze desensitizing cream.

"She won't be needing it," Amir said, dropping his pants and stroking his hardening cock.

"Sir?" Manija asked nervously.

He cupped Bella's pussy in his palm roughly, rubbing his palm up and down her slit and lifted it to show how wet she was. "She is so wet, only silicone lube works," lathering his cockhead with her juices. "She's not getting lube," stepping up behind her. "You ready to learn who owns you?" giving Bella's perfect ass cheek a hard slap.

"Yes, Sir," she said, suddenly extremely nervous, she knew she was ready and excited about being changed for life. Something in her mind clicked, and she knew she needed to show him that he had all the power! "I am ready to serve you however you want," trying to relax herself before the assault on her ass begins. "You own me, including my bum hole."

"That's right, princess," he told her, caressing the red hand print now stinging her tan ass cheek. "I own this little ass," pushing the head of his fat cockhead against her entrance. Pushing against her spread ass cheeks, he was not slipping in as he had hoped. Her whimpers were empowering him as he spit on her ass and pushed again. Her whimper turned to muffled cry as he forced his cock into her ass with no avail. He looked up from her ass at Manija, holding the desensitizing lotion. "Pour some lube on my cock," he demanded.

She quickly reached for the half empty bottle and squirted it along his cock liberally, coating his cockhead with her slick palm. Before she could pull her hand back he had pushed his cock past her tight ring and seated himself into her ass. Thankful the larger plug had already stretched her little ring, but she felt bad for Bella as her scream filled the room.

As her heavy panting subsided, she felt his hand caressing her spine and ass cheek. "Do you enjoy my ass, Sir," she gasped out.

"Oh, very much, princess," smiling, gripping her hips tights in both hands.

"Good. My pleasure is yours, Daddy," she said, trying to look back at him, but the restraints stopped the movement.

Hearing her say daddy sparked his excitement. "Say it again!" he demanded, thrusting himself into her bowels.

"My pleasure is yours, Daddy!" she screamed as her body was filled.

Using her body as leverage, he began thrusting through her small pink asshole like a piston in a racing engine. "Again!"

This time she couldn't form words as she screamed, feeling the orgasm come rushing in, "Aye! Oh! MMMy, god. My, my plea," her words not forming, as her body began to shake, her mouth open, unable to make any sound, the bench under her was shaking.

"She's going into orgasm, Sir," said Neema, caressing Bella's blonde hair off her sweaty forehead.

"She's close," added Manija.

He pulled his cock from her, an audible pop was almost heard by everyone, except Bella.

"Aye!" another scream responding to his cockhead pulling on her little ass ring, feeling herself empty. Gasping for air, her body shaking, even through the pain, she wanted to beg him not to stop.

"Did you orgasm," asked Amir softly, caressing her back with his fingertips.

"N... nnn... no, Sir," she said, trying to catch her breath. "N... nnn... not until you give," she said, dropping her head as far as she could and inhaling deeply. "Not until you give me permission," she blurted and gasped for air again.

"Good. Very good," he whispered in her ear. "When you do, it's going to be beautiful and mind-blowing."

"Yes, Sir." catching her breath.

"Neema, get that beautiful fat ass over here," he told her, standing in front of Bella.

Hurriedly, Neema stood in front of Bella and bent at the waist to face her. "Tell Bella what happens when she doesn't finish me properly."

"Bella, when you can't fully satisfy and let Master finish, your servants happily offer our bodies." Her hands gripped the side of the bench, bracing herself. Thankful for the warm oil Manija was pouring over her asshole. She felt her ass cheeks being spread by Manija and the assault began. She gritted her teeth and looked Bella in the eyes as Amir pounded her asshole like he had done many times before, and wishing it was her pussy.

After Amir had exploded into Neema's gaping asshole, he reminded them to be ready for their long flight to Dubai tomorrow, leaving the girls to clean themselves and relax. Still restrained, Bella asked to be undone, but Manija told her to be still as she applied a CBD ointment to the raw, bright red hole. The girls took a warm shower together, Manija helping Bella wash her hole, and then all three took a warm salt bath.

"I'm looking forward to this trip," said Bella with a big smile.

All three burst into laughter.