Creek and Bay - Beginnings

Prolog:

The developments of Turtle Creek and Turtle Bay have new leadership, hope in their new Grand Supreme Mistress Funtashia.

Right after Hades Night the honeymoon period began with a week of "normal" relationships, legally married couples (or those involved significant relationships) spending a week together reacquainting themselves after two weeks of mixed up, kinked up, sexed up, mixed group orgies.

The journey Amanda, her virginity taken at Hades Night, her sexual veracity arising from genetic traits handed down from her Father Master Donnie and her Mother, Slut Mel, begins.

Speaking of the "neighborly" couple, who were fast tracked by Mistress Jill and Brian "Shitstain (now Enorme Salchicha - enormous sausage)" turning adultery into slavery and training Donnie to be the dominant that helped them topple Mistress Knight. Donnie and Mel enjoy a week of vanilla sex and enlightenment.

Camilla, who helped Mistress Jill turn Donnie into a top Master, the young neighbor playing baby doll get's reintroduced to an old love.

Master Ron, ascending from a lowly centurion, had given away his wife Tina for both a man and woman submissive (who also had her sub husband). The violence of their first meeting, courtship and marriage was celebrated this week.

Being selected to be submissive to Donnie shocked Anne, who spent the week exerting her dominance over her husband Cameron who submitted to Ron after losing his wife. Anne gives him something to remember, though she ponders the viability of their marriage.

Mistress Jill takes in Mistress Nikki to replace Brian, Enorme Salchicha. They conspired to be one of the last three legs in the triangular table to over through Mistress Night. Their daughters connect in the basement as the two older women explore their future.

Carol, Mary, and Brian spend a week together, for business using the technicality that Brian hadn't been Jill's husband for years. They even included Gladys who was given a good job in the new structure of the community, International promotions. The four of them enjoyed each other's bodies all week, even as Brian was sneaking off to Cardinal Creek to serve his community of gays. He did fulfill the obligation of returning to Jill, his wife, for a night remembering the submission.

All of these couples will reconnect once a month as directed by Grand Supreme Mistress Funtashia.

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There was a loud knocking on the front door.

Justin looked up at the clock; it was 7 a. m. Monday morning. He had a 9 a. m. meeting and his alarm was about to go off.

"Who the fuck??" he said to himself, getting up, just wearing flannel bottoms with no top; rubbing his eyes.

"Justin! Justin! Open up!!" He went from a slow, sleepy walk to a fast walk.

"Amanda?" he muttered to no one. He reached the door, his eyes wide with the possibility it was her.

He opened the door and the sassy 22-year-old protected virgin rushed in, hugging him and giving him a long kiss.

"I'm yours," Amanda said, kicking the door closed behind them.

****

Married Sex

I walked Mel home and we showered, sat up for a little while, before Mel started to gather the things she was going to need whilst residing at the compound.

I watched football while I thought she was in the bedroom sorting clothes out, but, at 6 p. m. when I checked upon her, she was passed out on the bed having succumbed to being awake for over 24 hours.

I felt the tiredness myself, and crawled into bed, curling up to my wife.

I awoke in the same position around 6 a. m. She said she was going in to work the night before, having taken a week off, and I had until 2 p. m. to 'make love' to her as instructed by FunTashia. We had spent a week together without coupling, just being a couple.

My arm rested over her body, the covers exposing her shoulder. Under the covers my other hand found her hip, above the short, flannel bottoms she wore. I began to unbutton her matching top, my hand sliding inside after the last button was released.

I chuckled to myself how good this 'vanilla' playing of ours felt, my fingers finding her nipples, my cock stirred under the covers, while my other hand slipped up over her thigh and between her legs.

"Ohhh... Donnie?" she said with closed eyes, probably confused from the parade of cock and sex over the weekend. We were back in our marriage bed, my hands on my wife, waking her by rolling her nipple in one hand and petting her pussy with the other.

"Mmmm... yes, Mel, it's your husband," I said, one finger rubbing over her clit.

"Mmm... that's nicccceeee.... oh" she moaned, her eyes still closed, pushing back against my hard cock.

I didn't play much more, just inserted a couple of fingers, pushing in and out, getting her breath moving, until her eyes opened when I pushed over her hip, opening her legs.

I kissed her, pushed forward, and entered my wife.

"Ohhh"

Her hands made it to my face, our tongues joined. My cock pushed inside her wet and warm pussy, the activities of the past month having noticeably loosened her. It mattered not; it felt wonderful. Our bodies, once again joined, just taking slow strokes, numb from the countless encounters was the only thought as my wife filled my senses.

"Jesus, Melanie... oh...!"

We rocked, caressed, and smiled at each other; the slow, sensual rhythms of sex in the missionary position, as she held my hips, closed her eyes and just felt me riding her.

"Mmmm..."

"Oh...."

The dance continued, fully present with each other, we coupled like that for 30 minutes.

She opened her eyes and arched her back. Her mouth opened, feeling the new position as my cock found her spot.

"Ohhh! Donnie! I never though we'd!..... Ohhh!"

My tip rubbed over it again and again.

"Yes... oh... YES!" she exclaimed, her head snapping back. I thought this may never happen again after all she'd experienced; It sent me over the edge too.

"Oh God, MEL!"

I pushed inside and came, two or three hard spurts, surprising me after all I had given up the night before.

"Fuck, Baby..." Mel said. "I've missed this..."

****

Camilla's Man

"Mmmm..." Camilla moaned, riding on top of ShaNique, the former pro lineman. His cock was jutting up into her, her hands on his sculpted pecs. "I forgot how good you feel in me."

"Oh... baby," He pushed his hips up, getting a little deeper.

"Ah.. Yes! YES!" Camilla orgasmed and fell forward, her beautiful breasts now pressing against his dark creamy skin. "Oh... I've missed this..."

"Your choice, remember," he said, still grinding inside her. He then lifted her up, pushed her over and got on top of her.

"Yeah... ohhhh.... fuck me baby..." she moaned, his cock going deeper in this position.

"Your wish is my command," he said pushing his hips deep, pulling back and ramming inside her.

"OH GOD! YES! BABY! OH! OH!" she exclaimed, each kill shot driving through her cunt, the pressure immense. His thickness was unrivalled, even if his length didn't match many she'd had.

"FUCK! CUM! OH GOD! CUM!"

ShaNique was smiling. He was hers only from graduation night until he made the pros. She was not following him to college, having decided to stay home, so they had an "arrangement" through his college years, but then she got involved with the community.

"YES! PLEASE! I NEED IT! CUM!

He was numb, until he saw her face contorted in desire. He almost pulled out to fuck her arse - he always got off on the next level -- but she kicked her head back, wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tight.

"Me Amor, Camilla," he whispered, falling forward, pushing deep, and releasing inside his love.

****

Home with Tina

"Oh GOD! RON! FUCK!" Tina wailed, his large headed cock piercing her arse.

Ron's new power, ascending from Centurion to Master and then taking Cameron as his submissive for the year. He was just on the periphery of FunTashia's leadership, elevating his dominance over his wife.

From day one he was in control, from day one, literally their first date, he had her in ropes and chains.

They met on FetLife, at a Noon munch and were already distinctly BDSM in a community of converts. Leather and pain were in their soul from early adolescence, Tina the Goth girl, and Ron the rumored large meat!

By his senior year, having ploughed his way through women and men, despite being closeted for many years, he came out after graduating college and took his repressed sexuality out on anyone who would show weakness.

They both found BDSM communities in Chicago, and it was 'Pain at first sight' they said, meeting in a dark restaurant near the southside of the Windy City. Tina rarely administered pain, she was a classic submissive from experiences in college, giving her virginity in a manner that both found her extremely orgasmic nature, and captivated her.

Literally.

"GMMFT!!" she wailed into the ball gag he had quickly strapped on her mouth.

"You missed my giant head?" She nodded her head violently in a 'yes'.

"Mmmgh Hmmgh!"

Ron was warm and tender with Camilla and other women, but with Tina and most men, he was hard, violent, punishing.

"It's our love language," he told Donnie when they had met up walking their dogs.

Ron pulled out of her, grabbed a paddle and started smacking her naked arse.

"Wap! WAP! WAP!"

"Gmmpft! GAHMMPFT! AGGMFFT!"

The swings came harder.

"Bitch you missed this!"

"WAP! WAP! WAP!"

"AGGMFFT! AGGMFFT! AGGMFFT!"

Their love language echoed through the morning.

****

Anne and Cameron

"Vas a extrañarme amándote!" Anne said, 'You're going to miss me loving your arse.'

"

Si! SI!" Cameron wailed to his wife, fucking him from behind.

She had strapped on the thickest of their devices, and, in the middle of their living room, had rimmed his backside for an hour, sucked his balls and his shaft, and taken his cock. Her fingers had entered him and milked his prostate while he deep throated her. It was her time now.

Sliding the thick device out of him, he moaned.

"oh mamá..."

Still wearing the strap on, she got on her back.

"Ride me Perro, fuck me as if I was a man..."

He climbed onto his bride, the strap on folding back between them. His hands were by her head, his cock in position and pushing downward. He needed to get it inside even though he had discovered that this was not his true sexual calling late in life, and sometime the age with the change led to deflation.

"OHHH! PERRROOOO!!!" she moaned. He stayed hard and being the right length, fit her like a key in a lock, finding her spot fast. "OHH!"

Cameron was a slow, and tender lover with men and with women. He pumped her rhythmically, slicing over her spot, knowing he could drive her to orgasm at any moment, cherishing the embrace of sex when in control.

Cameron's submissive side needed fast and painful, his dominant, slow and loving.

"Oh mamá, eres tan hermosa," Petting her hair, telling her she was beautiful.

The train rocked and bucked through the late morning, he was glad FunTashia had committed a week per month to the spouses, even though he wondered how long they would stay together.

****

Hey Ladies!

"Move your leg under... there!" Nikki shouted at Jill, both naked, grinding their swollen lips into each other, both red with the marks of submission. "Ohhh, that's nice..."

"Yes... YES!" Jill exclaimed, she had orgasmed twice with Nikki's fist deep in her cunt; all four fingers folded under her thumb, finding the right spots. Nikki tossed her head back, whipping her beaded hair, causing those amazing breasts to stand up. Pushing her hips forward, she was in control. "FUCK! NIKKIEEE!"

The younger mother spun around and went down on Jill's cunt. She had heard from Brian that it would be late afternoon before he could be there, so Jill had invited Nikki and Izzy over to spend time with her and Carla.

"GOD! YES! YES!" the fluid poured into Nikki's awaiting mouth. She noticed the expert whip marks she had put on the older woman's body, pressing her fingers into the small welts. She had never been married and in a way, this was their honeymoon; a new relationship testing boundaries.

"CRAWL INSIDE ME OHHHH!"

Nikki's hands slipped under Jill's cheeks one slid over. Her thumb found Jill's hole, rubbing the coarse muscle, inserting it to the knuckle.

"OH! YOU WENCH! Oh!"

Nikki smiled while lapping at the wet flesh that she pulled into her face. The dawn of the new day was hours ago, and Nikki had had several earth-shattering orgasms while Jill punished her by inserting dildos in her arse and cunt, then strapping one on and fucking Nikki from behind. Pulling at her nipples, her body convulsed against Jill's thrusts.

They both heard Carla cry out upstairs.

Izzy and Carla had awoken and found the message that Mistress Nikki had left on the table. 'Fuck in every room upstairs, including the closets (Fucking means someone orgasms).'

The two daughters were in the foyer, wrapped up in each other. Nikki and Jill couldn't see that Izzy was pulling Carla's long blonde hair and entering her with a cucumber that had been left out on the counter (deliberately). Half of it was inside Carla, half inside Izzy.

"OH BITCH!" Carla cried out. "AH! AH!"

Izzy pulled harder on her hair, the produce sliding deeper into both. Nikki often said they genetically made the longer, thinner ones so they could be used as a double ended dildo!

"YES!!!!" Izzy moaned, her spot rubbing against the rough skin as it entered her deeper. "FUCK! YES!"

Nikki pulled up from Jill, they both smiled.

"That's my girl..." Nikki said and went back to her banquet of flesh.

****

The Virgin Broke the Seal

"JUSTIN!!! OH! YES!!!!" Amanda cried out, allowing her fourth orgasm to rip through her. This was his second time shooting inside her. "BABY! YES!"

Her legs were over his shoulders and he had pounded her for a good 30 minutes, after the first one lasted just 10. The young virgin, Amanda, had knocked on his door, making him call in sick for the morning.

"Oh... fuck," he moaned and rolled off her. She quickly hopped to him, taking the limp member in her mouth, sucking the cum out of his shaft as it drizzled.

"We have two more hours," she said. The last break took almost an hour as they had showered together, soaping each other up, stroking and kissing.

"Let's get you hard again, I want it from behind."

"Who are you?" He said jokingly, twisting his hands into her hair. She took his withering meat in her mouth.

She looked up.

"I'm yours anytime you want me," she said, feeling slutty on one hand, but committed on the other. She had wanted him to be her first just 36 hours ago, and, while they didn't have the biggest emotional attachment, their physical one was undeniable. "You have a nice cock."

She pulled it up, it's length flaccid, but still holding some shape.

"Thank you," he said, sitting up and then pulling her to him.

"Tell me something about yourself," he said. "Besides you lost your virginity recently."

"Ha!" she said, curling into his arms, sitting in his lap, his hand cupping her breasts and then rubbing her sides down over her thighs and back. "Ohh... I like that."

"Yeah?" he said, in a coy way, kissing her, moving his hands between her legs, petting her. "Tell me something..."

His fingers brushed her clit, one dipped in and out of her.

"OHhh.... Geez... hard to... ohhhh... think," She moaned, leaning into him, kissing his neck. "I... I'm currently... oh... between jobs... ohhh"

"Out of college?" He asked, one finger sliding in deeper.

"OH! FUCK... yes out of... OHHH!! College."

"Degree?"

"MAN! OHHHH!" she gasped. He had three fingers inside her now, and his deposit inside her was making entry easy. He pulled those digits out, replacing them with three from his other hand, and putting them into her mouth.

"Oh.. mmggmm... Bah... gmmf... chlers... lmmpft," she said, sucking them one by one, then all three at once.

"Business degree."

They kissed long and hard, and she felt him begin to swell beneath her, the tip of his cock beginning to press into her thigh. She laughed, pushed him over and dropped forward on all fours, showing him her backside.

"Saddle up!" Amanda said, slapping her arse, getting an affectionate smile from the older man.

Justin crawled forward, his cock swelling, it's size and shape perfect. Amanda's eyes were fixed on it swaying towards her.

"Hard this time..." she pleaded, leaning forward onto her forearms, her pussy wet and ready, his hands moved to her hips.

"I aim to please," Justin said, positioning, then thrusting his weight into her.

"OH! OHHH! SHHHHIIITTTT! JUSTIN! OHHH!"

He glided in and out of her, balls bouncing and thighs slapping, already on his third thrust.

"FUCK! YES!"

He loved this position, loved watching her breasts move, a portion touching the floor, her head pressed hard onto her arms. He pumped and thrust, her moans loud, then soft. After about 15 minutes, he wondered how many times she'd orgasmed with his strong, numb, meat splitting her pussy.

Justin pulled out, getting a loud "Awwwww!" from Amanda. He sat back and motioned for her to come to him, which she did crawling on all fours. When she reached him, his hands turned her and pulled her hips back to his cock. Holding her with his arms wrapped around her body, he poked and probed until he found those plump pussy lips and slid inside her again.

"Ohhhh, baby..." Justin moaned into her ear.

"Mmmm, bliss!" she said, letting him kiss her neck, his hands cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. "You're going to have to call in sick this afternoon."

"Yesss...."

****

Brian's dilemma

Brian had some tabulation duties to run through with the hired accounting firm before they took off mid-afternoon on Monday. He spent the evening into the early morning hours in bed with Carol, Mary and Gladys.

"You can take a day with us here and have the late afternoon with your wife, before your week with her," Carol said, pulling on her favourite cock in the world, stroking it, sucking it, licking before climbing up his body and lowering onto its hard, thick form.

"Ohhh Brian..."

She moaned using his name, the rules were to drop all lifestyle tags, especially those that were humiliating or hurtful.

"You have the most magnificent cock," Carol continued to bounce, looking over his shoulder at Mary buried between Glady's legs, her phallic strap on driving deep into the fallen leader of the communities.

"Ohhh," Gladys moaned.

Brian enjoyed fucking Carol and Gladys, and would soon experience Mary, the reclusive widow. He had been with Willy back in the day. His mind drifted to Cameron, Ron and his stable of men while Carol climbed on his body, getting hers.

And then he thought of Jill.

They hadn't been alone in a room for over two years, their only coupling coming recently with Donnie and Mel, and last New Year's Eve with Duvessa and another couple from Galena.

But not alone.

"Oh YES! YES!" Carol cried out, her arms around his neck, her head curled into it. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, grinding on his good, solid, erection.

"Oh... go fuck my wife... Mmmmm"

Brian leant over, set her down on the edge of the massive heart shaped bed, at least the size of two king beds. He crawled across the cliche 'red velvet with black trim' bed, having been given orders by his new Mistress. He pulled on the back of Mary's strap uncoupling the two women.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Mary, the aggressive Domme, turned pet, screamed.

Brian robotically spread her thighs with his knees, unclasped the strap-on and slid it out of her cunt, then slid his cock into Mary. Carol quickly replaced Mary, sliding her end of the strap-on into her wet cunt, fastening it, and then riding Gladys.

"OHHH GOD!" Mary exclaimed, the large meat making its virgin voyage into her vagina, splitting her cunt, filling her. "BRIAN! OHHH! FUCK! OHHH!!!"

She was strong and flexible, and, with his hands spreading her legs to the side in a "T" shape, and thrusting deeper each time, he pulled back and threw his weight into her.

"YES! YES!!!" she orgasmed, his eyes just staring into her, not dead, just serious, examining Mary's O-face. Her eyes went wide, mouth in a classic circle, before kicking back and arching, taking him again and again.

When they finished, 30 minutes later, she was sweating and breathing heavily, looking at Carol who was laying with Gladys, who had long since finished, stroking the older woman's hair.

"Jesus, this is amazing!" Mary said, holding the still hard cock. He had not cum yet and was not going to be cumming soon; she just stroked it, glistening with her juices.

"This is going to be a great partnership!"

"Yes, it is!" Gladys said, moving to the head of Brian's monster and took it into her mouth, with amazing quickness and a gluttonous strain. She impaled it deep into her throat, holding it there, her hands on his hips, her weight back on her heels, pulling him up as he began fucking her face.

Gladys knew he loved expert blow jobs, more than anything.

He rode her face for 15 solid minutes, before filling her stomach.

"My God..." Mary said, then kissed Carol.

****

Still Going...

"Christ! Justin! OH! FUCK YES!" Amanda cried out. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had had her mind was spinning. She rode him reverse cowboy, then more from behind, followed by several positions from the Kama Sutra, and she was now bouncing on him in the cowboy position, waiting for him to nut for the third time.

"You're fucking amazing," he said, body under hers, hands on her breasts. Her hands were by his head, her hair over both their faces.

"Jesus, give it to me, Baby... I want that rush... Ohhh, FUCK!" she moaned.

Justin was close. He sat up, and then, like the state champion wrestler he was, he lifted her, throwing her forward, and accidentally banged her head on the headboard.

"AHHH!"

He didn't stop knowing she wanted it hard. His hand was behind her neck, as his hips drove in deep. Her pained expression, her eyes closed, she was post-orgasm, so this was all for him, causing him to explode.

"OHHH GOD! AMANDA! OHHHH!!!" he delivered a surprisingly hot, and plentiful load inside her, his body shaking, his hips vibrating between her legs. She felt the bruise on her head grow while he unloaded three... four... five spurts of his cum. "FUCK!"

He lay on top of her, eyes closed, breathing heavily. They both opened their eyes and began laughing.

"That was amazing!" Amanda said, looking at the clock; it was Noon already. She handed Justin his cell phone, making him smile as he dialed the number.

"Yeah, Connie... I couldn't kick this thing, I'll see you in the morning." he said, and ended the call, his head dropping between her breasts. "You're amazing, Amanda..."

She smiled and cuddled his head. They fell asleep for a couple of hours and, awakening first, he pulled on some shorts, no shirt, and went to the kitchen, where he began to cook her lunch.

The smell of burgers on a flat iron skillet got Amanda's attention She sat up satisfied with herself. She'd finally had a man on her own terms, planning a week ago to fuck him, and again a couple days ago, but she had to wait for the Ceremony first.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, remembering now that Justin had fucked Nikki, her surrogate pussy, for the past couple of weeks! The blur of being abducted, tortured, put on display, picking out a suitor, - that turned into two - the declaration ceremony, and then the breakfast.

"Amanda? You up?"

"Yeah, Justin... give me a minute."

She scrambled out of bed, opened a couple of drawers, found a t-shirt that covered her some, and then walked out into the dining room.

"Burgers good for you?"

"What if I'm vegan or vegetarian?"

"Carrot?" he held up one he had peeled and cut up for a 'side' dish.

"Fuck you..." she said. "I'll take a burger; they smell really good."

"Thanks..."

He looked over at her and back to the pan. She tried to not see when he had ploughed into Nikki in the front room just 10 feet to their left, but she could hear, see and even smell.

"Fuck... I'm just going to ask!" Amanda paused taking a deep breath. "What questions do you have about the other day when...."

"When I fucked your arse, and then fucked the bar owner?" He said, looking back over his shoulder, his musculature amazing.

Amanda nodded, looking at his eyes.

"No, none really," he said, turning back to the burgers.

"Okay..."

"Not unless you need to tell me something."

"Fuck! I do, I mean..."

"Something about you being a virgin, and it wouldn't matter after the weekend." He said, opening two buns, putting them on small plates, then putting the perfectly seared and cooked burgers on top. "I hope you like them medium rare; there are condiments and things on the table."

He pointed to a small side table, which they both walked to.

"I do like medium rare," she said, thanking him, taking the plate. "You see its..."

"It's not like you were in some kind of ritualistic ceremony or something."

"Actually, I was..."

They ate and she began the short version of her involvement with Nikki but diverged from identifying the communities. It had been drummed into her, many times over, not to give any information of the Community to non-participants. Don't lie about what happened, just re-frame it outside the events.

"You were with Nikki and two men?"

"Correct..."

"That sounds kinda hot," he said, biting into the burger, like he was going down on her, licking his lips, his eyes on her.

"Do you really think so?" Amanda said.

"I do..."

She bowed her gaze with a smile, and bit into her burger. They both ate their lunch, even a few of the carrots. When they had finished, he gathered up the plates, put them in the sink and turned to her, his hands on the counter.

She could see his package, semi-hard against his shorts, his pecs defined. "What do you want to do with the rest of the afternoon, Amanda?"

"Fuck..."

****

A long time Cumming

Brian walked in to find the four women eating a late lunch.

"Daddy!" Carla said, running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck; her tank top and sports bra both tight revealing her mid-riff over tight shorts.

"Carla! Honey! Don't you have anything better to wear?"

"Always the prude!" she said, getting eyerolls from Nikki and Jill. "Let's go girls, we have a movie to catch."

"Damn, I'm just a couple bites into my salad!" Izzy said, picking the bowl up. "It'll travel."

Nikki got up, kissed Jill and moved over to Brian, studying him, wondering if the hype of his cock outweighed the general 'dork-factor' he was giving off.

"Shorts in November? Interesting," Nikki said, extending her hand. "I'll enjoy sleeping in your bed soon."

Brian shook it awkwardly, looking at Jill for help, then back at Nikki who was holding the firm handshake, before turning to leave. She blew Jill a kiss and walked out with the girls.

"Damn, I wasn't going to submit to her, but... Damn..."Jill said, taking Brian's hand.

"Come on, let's get this over with; there's a shit ton of laundry to do."

Brian knew his place with his wife, and he was comfortable there. His new nickname, Enorme Salchicha, meaning 'enormous sausage' fit his 'below the waist' persona, not his outward personality. They walked to the basement, where he dropped to the floor bowing to her while she opened the door to her lair.

He had been discovered with one of his accounting buddies fucking in this very basement, where he would bow to her at the start of every session. Gilson Beck, from the UK, wasn't his first by a long shot, but the first his wife knew about, and seeing her husband sliding in and out of a man while she was seven months pregnant with their twin boys, had created her persona.

"Please strip," she said. It had been a couple of months since she had dominated him, in front of Donnie Gregory, a moment of transformation for their neighbour across the street.

He stood and removed his shorts, sweatshirt and shirt; his cock slapping his leg while taking his boxers off. Just minutes ago, he had discharged a plentiful nut into Gladys Knight's stomach; surely his wife didn't think she was going to get him off today.

"The west wall, Shitstain!" she commanded, the nickname she gave him; fuck that 'large sausage' crap!

Most couples couldn't access their dungeons or show dominance during rediscovery. It was meant to be a loving, 'back to the roots of your marriage' time, making love once then spending a week getting to know each other again.

Their roots were buried in the soil of malfeasance and lies. They were together only because of Jill's dominance, their mutual love for their kids, and the community that allowed them to keep it all. They can have their family here and get what they need elsewhere.

"Fuck!" Brian exclaimed. She tightened the cuffs and straps, slapping his arse, kneeing him in the side. "What was that for!"

"Silence!"

"AH! AH!"

She slapped him twice.

"Which wench up at 'the castle'," she said, using air quotes, "did you fuck? Who got your seed? I bet it was Gladys, you gay fuck!"

"Yes Mistress. Gladys, ermmm... I fucked all three."

"I'm amazed you got it up, shit, that Carol bitch used to look like a boy. The extensions in her hair make her look hot as fuck," Mistress Jill said, her buried persona coming back to life.

She had given her dominance to Master Donnie, willingly, yet begrudgingly, to serve a purpose. She didn't make it to the complex, (the castle) however the objective was obtained and she was an officer in FunTashia's court.

"AH! AH! AH!"

She began a ritualistic torture routine they held every year after Hades Night.

"Hang on! It's going to be a long day and night," she said, pulling the whip back and landing 10 expert shots on his body.

His cries of pain made her smile.

****

Walking Side by Side to Work

Kerry gave Mel a long hug the minute she saw her in the office.

"Been a while, Babe," she whispered. The two submissive participants, just over a day removed from taking cock and sucking pussy - nobody more so than Mel, - stood admiring each other.

"Shit, how did you get your hair that... LILIAN!!!" Mel took her hand out of Kerry's locks, released her and ran to hug the big breasted red head who had woken up with Mel's daughter today.

"Christ! Mel!" Lilian was a little overwhelmed by the greeting. "Come, Ladies, I need five minutes before we start our day!"

Mel motioned to her office, where just last week Kerry was confessing her dark moments to Mel and Lillian was literally on the ground, ready to be Mel's sub.

They walked, looking at each other nervously, noticing Mel's stagger walking with them, entering her office closing the door.

"Damn, you got bored out! You looked like a cripple walking in here." Lillian said, the saucy red in her hair transferring to her persona.

"Shit, and this whole 'have to fuck my husband this morning' shit," she laughed. "I'm glad they decreed a week of abstinence."

"What's up?" Kerry said seriously, in 'girl at the office' mode, wondering what her 'to do' list looked like, wanting to start her day.

"I wanted to thank you both for, I dunno, knowing... I mean.. experiencing, Shit..." Mel bowed her head.

"I know what you're feeling," Lillian said, moving to Mel who started to tear up. "It's both wonderful, and fucked up, what we all went through."

"Yeah," Kerry said, not sure at first, then finding the exact words. "I'm glad we got to experience it together and have each other forever."

Mel looked up at her, then Lillian, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Fucking right, bitches!" Mel said, hugging them both.

****

The Interview

Justin had taken Amanda against the island in the kitchen, her telling him she wanted to 'fuck' that afternoon after having him twice that morning. It was a power move that turned him on enough to unload just 20 or so minutes after she stripped off his t-shirt and it hit the ground.

"I've got a couple of business calls to make," he said, kissing her, his hand resting on the curve of her arse. "Why don't you hang out? I've got a couple of questions for you."

"Really?" her ears perked up, she was ready to find her clothes and take off.

He got on the phone with his department head at their commercial real estate firm, Goerges and Company Commercial Real Estate, a subsidiary of Donovan Holdings, LLC.

The call was brief, centred around a sales/management position that they had discussed last week; a position Justin would oversee, and would incorporate their larger companies desire for them to rebirth their Companies Prior Holdings venture.

"Yes, we met there last summer," Justin said. "I'll interview her and... yes, that would be fine. No, no worries..."

"Amanda!" Justin said, seeing she was watching "Pitch Perfect" on one of his cable channels, startling her.

"You work at Pedlar's, but did I hear you say you want a commercial job? One that matches your degree?'

"What? Baby, yes!"

Justin explained who he worked for, and that along with his expanding sales force for commercial real estate, he needed a project manager for a new front; a venture proposed from their parent company.

"Awesome, let me go home and change and I'll...."

"No need, you're dressed perfectly," he winked. His t-shirt was back over her body, her young breasts heaving, though her look was distrusting.

"This isn't serious then, I mean, we've shared a lot, but you hardly know me." she said, seriously.

"The interview is real, the position is real," Justin said. He had put on a polo shirt and golf shorts, his hair combed. She still had 'fucked all morning' hair, and there was dried cum on her thigh.

"Come into my office, bring your phone; I'm sure you're on LinkedIn or something," Justin said looking up at the clock. "Let's do this."

"Okay, well... shit," Amanda said, feeling very self-conscious, primping her hair in the mirror in his living room.

It started around 3 p. m. and Justin put her through a real interview, getting her beliefs about business and sales, talking real estate and impressed she knew what she would have to do to get her license. They examined her resume and other cover letters. He asked her detailed questions which she answered perfectly.

It was around 4:30 when the conversation shifted and Justin threw her a real curve ball.

"Sexually speaking, you're pretty open. Am I right?" Justin said, leaning towards her, the smile on her mouth changed to one that showed her confusion.

"Are we still interviewing or are we talking about us?" she asked, not offended, just wondering if this was a man trying to control her.

"A little of both," Justin said, his stare still infectious, her legs warmed.

"How does sex enter into selling real estate and... and... it's part of the new 'venture'" she air quoted him.

"I want you to meet my boss, Thomas Sinclair," Justin said. The front door opened and Justin introduced the man who entered, "He's going to take over the interview."

In the doorway was a man, 6'4" tall, in his early 50s, with a cut jaw line, wearing a suit and carrying a leather case.

Amanda panicked, she was not dressed to meet her potential boss' boss, floating between reality and an out-of-body experience.

"Ms. Gregory, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand. Amanda freaked out; half-naked with a stranger while Justin had just walked out of the front door.

"Umm, yes... certainly," she stammered. Thomas took off his coat, the shirt he wore tight against his wide and built chest. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair, but I'm really uncomfortable here obviously having been with your manager all morning... I need to go."

Thomas didn't move from the doorway, lifted the leather case, opened the flap and dumped out stacks of new, rubber banded, 20s into the middle onto the floor.

"Ms. Gregory. What would you do for $50,000 cash today?"

"I BEG your pardon!" Amanda said, knowing exactly where he was heading. "This is fucked up, and this is over!" she said, moving past Thomas and running into the bedroom. She got her sweats and t-shirt on, leaving her panties somewhere, and found her phone and keys.

She looked back at Thomas, who was standing in the doorway, just watching her. She shook her head in disgust and headed out of the door.

"Fuck you, Justin!" Amanda yelled at him. He was leaning against her car and moved to the driver's side when she ran around to get in and drive away.

"Hear me out for one minute and I'll let you go," he said. She punched his shoulder.

"FUCK YOU!" she started crying. "I thought this was... FUCK... Real!"

"It IS! IT IS REAL!" He held her shoulders, getting her to look up at him.

"You sucked me off; you came to lose your virginity, letting me fuck you in the arse, then some woman, your Mistress? takes me instead..."

"SHUT UP! JUSTIN!"

"Then you break down and ride me all morning, and into this afternoon, telling me two men 'got' your virginity last night!"

"Let me go... let me leave."

"Come to my office at 4 p. m. tomorrow; just you and me. Think about it?"

"You want me to be a commercial WHORE??!!!"

"In a sense, but there's more than that, much more!"

"Goodbye Justin," Amanda said, opening the car door. She sped off, seeing Thomas emerge from the house, and began to cry.

But only for a moment.