Miss Abby's Home For Anal Sluts

Ms Abby's Home For Not-So-Reluctant Anal Sluts

Content Advisory

This story contains heavy BDSM power-exchange, exhibitionism elements, and explicit anal play. Expect degradation language, public humiliation, and consumption of bodily fluids. There are intense scenes of impact play, restraint, and consensual--but edgy--revenge-motivated sex. If themes of ownership, objectification, or power imbalance are triggering, proceed with caution.

PART ONE

Evie watched her boyfriend Ethan's car pull down the street, then around the corner out of view. She looked at the door in front of her and checked the time on her phone. She had been told to enter at 10am, not a minute before or a minute after.

Following directions was going to be important. She was standing in front of this door because ever since her and Ethan had become boyfriend/girlfriend they had been open about the kinds of things they fantasized about.

He also had a lot of kinky friends, and apparently in talking with one of them from time to time the idea that she should be sent away for a weekend of training had been born.

Evie felt a little frumpy showing up for her engagement the way she looked, no makeup, hair in a ponytail, sweatpants and a white undershirt. But that was exactly what had been specified. Following instructions was going to be important. Checking her phone again, Evie saw that it was time.

Evie took a deep breath and knocked on the door, and then she turned the knob and stepped inside. She found an open first floor lit only by modest daylight coming in the windows. The living room featured two couches arranged as if in audience of a large central armchair, lounging casually in which was Miss Abby.

Evie immediately understood why she had been told to show up as she was. Miss Abby sat there with a satin robe draped over her shoulders, her brunette hair equally shiny as it cascaded to her shoulders.

Her makeup seemed effortlessly glamorous, her eyeliner knife-edge-sharp, the eyes gently shaded, her lips a bold and dark red. Under the robe, a matching bra and panty set of delicate lace and flower petals highlighted an amazing body, toned but curvaceous, inviting.

The contrast to the invitation was her intimidating aura. She stared a hole in Evie, drinking her in. She snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet, and Evie complied without hesitation, crossing the room.

"Remove your clothes and kneel. You are not permitted words other than "Yes Miss" until I specify."

"Yes Miss," Evie responded quietly. Safe words had been pre-arranged, and this level of control right off the bat was intoxicating. She quickly shed her clothes and dropped to her knees.

Miss Abby took in the scene. "I must admit that I was a bit taken aback when Ethan came to me for a favor," she told Evie, "And I was ready to tell him to pound sand."

Evie said nothing.

"But then I saw you, Kitten. And I couldn't stop thinking about what you could do for me."

Miss Abby shifted in her chair, spreading her legs in front of Evie. She raised her hand and beckoned Evie forward, and as Evie shuffled forward on her knees Miss Abby reached out and gently guided Evie's head between her thighs.

Evie could smell her, could feel the heat radiating out from her body. Serving another woman was becoming very, very real.

"You know you're here to serve me," Miss Abby purred.

"Yes Miss," Evie said.

"Good," Miss Abby said playfully. "Then get to work."

Miss Abby pulled her legs together, quickly slid her panties to the floor, then re-spread her legs in an invitation to Evie.

Evie's first taste of her pussy was transcendent. It felt electric, the warm, wet folds of Miss Abby's glorious pussy squirming under Evie's eager tongue.

Evie tried to focus on doing what she liked herself, and the response she got demonstrated it was a good instinct. Miss Abby moaned, bucked, grabbed Evie by the hair and rubbed her wet pussy all over Evie's face.

"That's enough for now, Kitten. Sit back." Evie sat back on her knees and watched as Miss Abby pulled her panties back on and composed herself.

"Do you like wearing me on your face, Kitten?"

"Yes Miss," Evie replied.

"You're not to wash until I tell you, is that clear?"

"Yes Miss," Evie said, just now remembering that she had been forbidden other words. The yeses felt natural, not like a command.

"Turn around and present yourself," Miss Abby told Evie. Her tone was direct, firm, but not cruel or demanding. It was as if that she deserved Evie's obedience was self-evident.

As Evie turned she saw Miss Abby pulling on a black latex glove she had tucked behind her in the chair, and Evie heard the squirt of some lube being applied as her face sank to the floor and her ass and pussy rose facing Miss Abby.

Evie felt the gloved fingers tracing the very edges of her own folds, and Evie shuddered under the touch.

"Sensitive Kitten," Miss Abby noted. She slid two fingers in, gently working them up against Evie's g-spot. Evie moaned.

"This pussy isn't like mine, isn't that right?" Miss Abby asked.

"Yes Miss," Evie said.

"It's been stuffed with quite a few cocks, hasn't it?"

Evie blushed against the floor and felt herself grow equally hot between her legs as Miss Abby's fingers began thrusting faster. "Yes Miss," Evie hustled to respond.

"It shows, Kitten" Miss Abby told her as she slid a third finger in. "I could get more in here, couldn't I?"

"Yes Miss."

"You'd like that? To take my fist in your cunt?"

"Yes Miss."

"Well," Miss Abby mused. "We'll see if you earn it." With this she withdrew her hand and Evie squirmed, wishing it were still there, still thrusting. Evie heard another squirt of lube being applied and she felt a single finger trailing around her asshole.

"Let's see why you're here, Kitten." The finger slipped in, taking up a gentle back-and-forth as it built deeper and deeper penetration. "Oooh, you are a tight one, aren't you?"

"Yes Miss," Evie breathed out. She didn't think she was that tight, her and Ethan had played with his fingers and small toys, but "Yes Miss" was still all that was permitted.

The finger kept working and Evie got used to it, feeling herself relax. Then, as soon as she was getting excited about it continuing, the finger withdrew.

Miss Abby stood up, drawing her panties back up over her legs. "Let's get you properly decked out, Kitten," she said, and as Evie lifted her face she paused to gaze at Miss Abby's feet, clad in a classic strappy ankle-wrap sandal, black with four inch heels.

A satin robe dropped from her shoulders and Evie gazed at her ass, the delicate thong highlighting her ample ass. "Get that in your teeth," Miss Abby said, "and crawl behind me."

Evie grabbed the hem of the robe in her teeth and crawled behind Miss Abby, the implication that she was unworthy of walking with Miss Abby sinking in. They headed out of the living room and down a hallway. Evie could see a dark and lush bedroom at the end of the hall, but Miss Abby opened a hallway door and stepped into a room.

Following, Evie saw a room that was probably a home gym most of the time, but thanks to blackout curtains and a few pieces of adaptable furniture could easily be a playroom. A discrete chest sat inside an open closet, and Miss Abby took the robe from Evie and hung it up before opening the chest.

"Up on your knees, hands behind your head," Miss Abby called over her shoulder and Evie rose to present herself. Miss Abby approached with a pair of nipple clamps in her hands. "These are adjustable, Kitten, so I should be able to get them to hold without it being especially painful. It will be that when I want it to be, but that's not what I want right now. So you tell me if it's too much, clear?"

"Yes Miss," Evie said.

Abby adjusted the clamps, closed one eye and sized things up, tweaked them again. She put one on Evie's right nipple. "Is that okay? Answer however you see fit."

"Yes Miss," Evie responded, noting that she had been allowed to step outside the bounds of those words but she desperately did not want to. Luckily the clamp was present but not particularly uncomfortable. Miss Abby attached the other to match and then hung from each a small bell. She flicked each clamp gently to ring the bell and Evie felt a charge run through her chest.

"I like my Kittens to make some noise while they move about," she said. There was a daybed along the wall and Miss Abby reclined on it, sliding her panties back off as she did so. "Get back to work, slut." Evie didn't need to be asked twice.

She shuffled forward on her knees and tried to pick up where she had left off, working her tongue in soft circles around Miss Abby's clit. Miss Abby told her to insert two of her fingers and gave clear directions on how they should be used, and before long Miss Abby was moaning and twisting, and at the last second grabbing Evie's head and pulling it in close, squirting all over Evie's face.

Miss Abby slumped back to catch her breath. Evie sat on her knees, licking around her mouth, savoring the taste of Miss Abby.

"Lie down on your back," Miss Abby told her. "I want your face to dry before we move on. You can play with your disgusting little cunt while it does so, but you are not to have an orgasm. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss," Evie said again. She lay back and was unsurprised to find herself soaking wet between her legs. Miss Abby vacated the room, presumably to freshen up, but she was back before too long. She crouched down near Evie's head, running a finger along the side of her face.

"You just get prettier and prettier the more I paint you, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes Miss," Evie said, breathing heavy as she got the words out.

Miss Abby reached down and pulled Evie's hand away. "That's enough of that," she said. "Face down, present your holes again," she said.

Evie hurried to turn over. Miss Abby returned to the toy chest and came back with a handful of butt plugs, which she placed one by one on the ground in front of Evie's face. The littlest one looked downright enticing but the biggest one looked frightening, and she must have made a face because Miss Abby stroked her hair.

"We'll take you along at just the right pace, Kitten, don't you worry. But we're going to get started, because we need you to be a useful little fuckhole, and useful little fuckholes can take it in the ass. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Miss," Evie said, swallowing. Miss Abby put on another glove and worked her finger back into Evie's ass, and this time she let Evie fully adjust and begin to enjoy it. A second finger joined and Evie felt herself stretching to her limit, and after a few minutes to adjust to that the fingers slid out and were quickly replaced by a plug, which slid neatly into place with its base resting against Evie's ass.

"Good Kitten," Miss Abby set. "You just let that settle in, get used to it."

"Yes Miss," Evie said.

"There's a tin of tea bags and a tin of biscuits in the kitchen," Miss Abby said as she stood up. "Fix me a mug and a plate and bring it to me in the living room. And make sure those bells are sounding off," she added.

Miss Abby left the room and Evie got to her feet, feeling the plug shift and adjust slightly. It was ridiculous how much more exposed she felt when naked and plugged vs plain old naked. Everybody on earth was naked at one time or another. Only sluts walked around with a plug in their ass.

The thought turned her on and she let her fingers graze her pussy for a brief second before she noted that she hadn't been told to continue with that and she pressed her hands together. She hurried to the kitchen, trying to make sure there was a sway in her step that resulted in the bells ringing. She got the hang of it after a minute, and by the time she was bringing the tea and biscuits to Miss Abby there was a regular and consistent chime to her step.

Miss Abby put down her phone as Evie approached and took the food, setting it on a side table. She handed Evie a blindfold. "Put this on and lie down on the floor," she said, "head right in front of me." Evie did so and she heard the TV click on, and before long she began to hear a set of sounds that were very familiar.

Evie was tickled to learn that she and Miss Abby had similar taste in porn, because Miss Abby was settling in to have her tea and cookies while watching two women wrestle, with the loser being pinned-down and violated by a strap-on.

Evie didn't think she had seen this one before and she cursed the blindfold, but hearing it was plenty arousing for her and she squirmed on the floor.

"Let me give you something to do," said Miss Abby, "idle Kittens tend to get up to trouble." Evie heard Miss Abby's foot slide out of her shoe and a second later she felt the foot come to rest across her face, the toes directly over her mouth. "Get to it, Kitten" said Miss Abby.

Evie simply took out her tongue and began bathing Miss Abby's toes, acknowledging the order via action. As the video progressed she could hear Miss Abby begin to murmur, but she tried to stay focused on being a good little foot cleaning slut.

Miss Abby switched back and forth between feet and after Evie had been at it a while she pulled them both away, pulling the blindfold off as she did so.

"Fetch me my magic wand," Miss Abby told Evie. "It's in the bedside drawer. Hurry now." Evie ran down the hallway, mindful of how much this made the bells hanging from her nipples sing. She was trying to hurry but she did lose a few seconds gawking at the strap-on that lay in a harness next to the magic wand. It looked enormous.

Evie came back with the vibrator and Miss Abby motioned for her to resume her position and slid the blindfold back in place, and as soon as Evie was flat on the ground she felt Miss Abby slide over her, her asshole settling directly on Evie's mouth.

"Get to it, Kitten," Miss Abby said again. Evie had never eaten ass before but she had dreamed about a gorgeous woman forcing her to do so and to finally have the opportunity with an ass as incredible as Miss Abby's felt so good that she showed no hesitation as she began to lick and probe with her tongue.

She heard/felt the magic wand start up and before long Miss Abby was screaming through what seemed like a huge orgasm. Evie could feel the ache between her legs building and wondered when, or if, Miss Abby would pay it any attention.

She heard the TV shut off and felt Miss Abby stand up. A moment later she was being helped to her feet and led down the hallway.

"I got your sizes ahead of time and ordered a few things," Miss Abby called over her shoulder. "I like to dress my kittens up."

They entered Miss Abby's bedroom and she went into the closet, emerging with a pair of hangers. Evie slid the clothes on and Miss Abby made her stand in front of the mirror to take herself in while Miss Abby did.

Miss Abby had given her a tennis skirt in a delicate lilac color, the hem stopping in the middle of Evie's thighs. The top was a simple white sleeveless t-shirt.

It was snug to the body and Evie was glad to think that that might keep the bells from ringing as she moved around but was dismayed to see the outlines of what were obviously nipple clamps. She looked at Miss Abby, her face somewhere between pleading and horrified.

"Fret not, Kitten, where we're going they don't mind the sight of a creature like you," said Miss Abby. "Besides, you might be more concerned about the fact that if the breeze catches you the plug might show."

Evie's hand flew to her ass, feeling the base of the plug through her skirt. Miss Abby laughed at how Evie was now standing ramrod straight, then beckoned for Evie to follow and together they headed out.

PART TWO

After a short drive they arrived at their destination, a known sex-shop that occupied a corner-lot Victorian house in the city's older corner. Evie had been curious about it for a long time but had never gone in, and she was excited to be entering in her current state, plugged and clamped and more than a little horny.

"You're to come around the side and open my door for me," Miss Abby told Evie before they exited the car, "And other than opening doors for me you are to remain two steps behind me at my right side. Keep your eyes down. You can use all your words from here on, but speak only if someone asks you a question or directs you to speak."

"Yes Miss," Evie said.

They ascended the stairs to the shop. A bell rang as the opened the door and what Evie assumed was the proprietor stepped out from behind the counter to welcome them.

"Hello hello!" she called as she approached, and when she got close enough Evie could tell that her gaze landed on the outline of the nipple clamps. "Well," the woman said. Her eyes turned from Evie and Evie could tell that she was now speaking directly to Miss Abby, ignoring Evie as an equal. "Whom do I have the pleasure of welcoming into my den of iniquity?" she asked.

"I am Miss Abby," Miss Abby said, "And I have been charged with certain responsibilities regarding the development of Kitten, here."

"Ooooooh!" cried the proprietor. She walked past the two of them to the door, where Evie saw her pick up a sign that read "In Private Consultation, Please Return Later." The proprietor turned that message so it was facing outward and locked the door. "I am Lady Jasmine," she said, "and you have my full attention."

"Well thank you!" Miss Abby's delight was evident to Evie. "Perhaps, Kitten, if Lady Jasmine would welcome such a thing you could show a proper gratitude for this treatment." Lady Jasmine smiled in response to this and stood as if waiting.

"Yes Miss," Evie said. Miss Abby did not offer any further instruction and Evie instinctively knew this was something of a test. That excited her, the notion that she had some room to improvise but only in the direction of being a good submissive kitten.

She sank to her knees and crawled forward on all fours, lowering her face when she reached Lady Jasmine. She planted a soft kiss on Lady Jasmine's foot and Lady Jasmine let out a squeal of delight and offered her other foot forward.

Evie appreciated that she was being teased by just a glimpse of Lady Jasmine's toes where they disappeared into the end of the pump she was wearing and Evie planted another gentle kiss. She was mindful of the fact that Miss Abby had not explicitly instructed her to use more words, so she said nothing. Having kissed both feet, she crawled back to Miss Abby's side.

"I think we should take tea in the back room," Lady Jasmine told Miss Abby, "But may I make a request?"

"Of course," said Miss Abby. "You are our gracious host."

"I wish to see what that poor top is constraining," Lady Jasmine said, pointing at Evie.

"Go ahead, Kitten" said Miss Abby and Evie pulled the top over her head, the bells on the nipple clamps giving a little ring as the shirt lifted clear.

"Oh delightful," Lady Jasmine said, "delightful." She lead Miss Abby and a crawling Abby to the back of the store, where a door opened to a large walk-in closet that had a pair of comfortable arm chairs, a small table, a dressing bench and one wall covered in a large mirror. An electric kettle and selection of tea sat on the table and Lady Jasmine set about making that happen while Miss Abby settled in, telling Evie to ditch the skirt as Evie planted herself on her knees next to Miss Abby's chair.

Evie took in the sight in the mirror, a glamorous women sitting in a comfortable chair, fully clothed and full of dignity, and on the floor next to her was a clamped and plugged little slut. Evie once again felt the ache between her legs and wondered if any relief was coming.

"So," said Lady Jasmine as she settled in with her tea, "You mentioned certain responsibilities. May I inquire further?"

"You may," said Miss Abby. "I am good friends with a gentleman who is generally in charge of this creature, and I have been asked to aid in her development as an enthusiastic and receptive anal slut."

Lady Jasmine laughed at the directness. "I did notice the plug," she said. "Well, I have many products that can aid in such a goal here, but I would like to see our starting point. May I direct your kitten?"

"all yours," said Miss Abby.

"Crawl to the bathroom, it's down the wall on the left as you exit. Take the plug out, wash it and crawl back."

Evie looked at Miss Abby, mild hesitation in her look. She wasn't concerned about the task, she just wasn't sure if she could answer "Yes Lady Jasmine."

MIss Abby cut the problem off at the pass. "Get to it, Kitten," she said.

"Yes Miss," said Evie. She crawled away, face blushing knowing they were both staring at her plugged ass as it exited the room. Abby was grateful she had received specific instruction to wash the plug, as crawling back with it made it obvious to her that she should put it in her mouth. She quickly completed the task and headed back, hearing the two women laughing in the room as she approached.

She entered the room on all fours and positioned herself between the two women. Lady Jasmine leaned forward and took the plug out of Evie's mouth.

"So not tremendously big," she said, "as I expected. But this is just the plug. Kitten, turn around and pull your cheeks apart, I want to see if you've stretched at all."

Evie blushed as she realized how she would look if she complied, and blushed further when she realized that turning around to show Lady Jasmine what was requested left her facing the mirror.

Reaching back, she pulled at her cheeks and tried to wink her asshole at the two women, feeling ridiculous, humiliated, and very turned on.

"Well it's a start," Lady Jasmine offered, the condescension in her voice ramping up Evie's humiliation. "Okay," she said to Miss Abby, "I have a few things that should be relevant to your project but before I go get them I would dearly love to play with your kitten a bit. May I?"

"By all means," said Miss Abby, and in the mirror Evie saw her sit back to sip her tea and take it all in.

Evie watched as it happened but still gave a small jump as she felt Lady Jasmine's fingers drift along the length of her slit. She also moaned an embarrassingly loud moan, aching as she was, and both women laughed at her. Lady Jasmine repeated the gesture, dialing in an absolutely minimal pressure, just barely gracing Evie's lips. Evie moaned again, even louder this time.

One of Lady Jasmine's fingers now grazed Evie's clit, sending a shudder through her entire body. The pressure from the finger was increased slightly as it moved in a small circle, gliding easily on the wetness Lady Jasmine had picked up from her first touches.

This became a cycle, a few delicate strokes along her length, a few circles around her clit, and Evie found herself trying hard not to melt into the floor. It was a challenge just to hold her position on her knees, her face pressed into the carpet of the room.

She had let go of her embarrassment over how turned on she was and was moaning, panting, grunting and offering pleading little mews as Lady Jasmine worked her over.

And then the hand withdrew. Evie found her hips twisting back and forth as if seeking the touch, and Evie let out a desperate whimper.

"I wouldn't be so presumptive as to make your little kittle cum," Lady Jasmine told Miss Abby.

"You're too thoughtful," Miss Abby replied.

"Let me see about which of my wares might serve you," Lady Jasmine said as she stood and exited the room.

"Stay like that but scoot on over here," Miss Abby told Evie, and Evie complied. Miss Abby put her feet up on Evie's rear and relaxed even further into the chair.

Lady Jasmine returned shortly with an item in each hand, one of which Evie recognized and the other of which Evie found very unsettling. The one she recognized was an inflatable butt plug.

The unsettling item was a shiny metal hoop through which there poked six L-shaped pieces of metal, each jutting through the circle then taking a 90 degree turn to point straight into the air. At the far end, the end pointing up, each piece of metal curved slightly outward and ended in a small ball.

"Oh my goodness," Miss Abby exclaimed, "what on earth is that medieval number?"

"It's a stretcher," Lady Jasmine responded matter-of-factly. "The arms go in, and these wingnuts here get turned one at a time in order to pull the ends of the arms ever so slightly outward. You make sure they're all moving the same amount at each go, and slowly but surely the arms will pull a tight little asshole out further and further and further."

Miss Abby whistled, and to Evie's immense relief she immediately picked up the inflatable butt plug and declared that it was more her style, impressive though the other implement was. She asked if Evie could wear the inflatable plug out, and Lady Jasmine fetched a complimentary condom and a few sample packets of lube.

Once the plug was inserted Evie was permitted to return to her feet. Miss Abbey put a hand on her shoulder. "I still want to have a surprise or two in store for you, Kitten," she said. "So go wait out front while I finish up."

Evie blinked hard, but the feeling in her ass was doing a fine job keeping her in a submissive headspace. "Yes Miss," she replied, and she turned and walked out the front door. As she walked the pump of the inflatable plug swung back and forth, knocking into her legs and slowly building a sense of the image she would present standing out front.

The door closed behind her and it started to sink in. Evie had a brief vision of someone driving up and assuming that any slut standing outside a shop plugged and clamped was obviously for rent, and then the vision went towards getting dragged back into the private room in the back for further consideration.

Her hand drifted down and snaked under her waistband, rubbing gently at herself over her panties before snapping back out as she saw a car pull into the small parking lot.

If any of Evie's previous blushing had faded, it returned instantly. A man stepped out of the driver's seat and a woman quickly followed out of the other side. The man avoided eye contact as they approached, but the woman stared intently. The earlier vision of the consideration in the back room re-ran itself for Evie, with a new star.

The redness turned to a deep crimson as the woman glanced at the door and then turned to Evie. "Private consultation?" she asked, in a way that made it clear she was expecting a direct answer.

"Yes Miss," said Evie, and marveled at how this woman had drawn a "miss" out of her with a simple question. "I, uh," Evie stammered, trying to process, "I believe, um, they are almost done."

As if on cue the door opened and Miss Abby walked out, with Lady Jasmine standing in the open door behind her. She was currently turning the sign over and she turned to welcome the newcomers in, apologizing for any wait.

"It was no trouble," the woman said before turning to Miss Abby. "You might want to consider chastity for this one," she said in a pleasant but matter of fact tone. "She was being a bit naughty as we pulled in."

"Kitten!" Miss Abby exclaimed, faux outrage in her voice. "Try to maintain your dignity as you make your way to the car, slut."

Evie practically jumped off the porch, just trying to escape the situation. She heard Miss Abby thank the woman and then. "We may need to put a towel down, Kitten," she called across the small lot in a final touch.

PART THREE

Evie squirmed in her seat as Miss Abby drove. "Well!" she said. "I had hoped for a bit of fun while we were there but you look like you're part tomato. I would like to check in."

"I'm okay, Miss," Evie said.

"Drop the Miss, for a moment. I've been pushing and I want to get an honest read. We're not going anywhere else with your tail swinging between your legs, so that might help you calm down a little."

Evie gave a smile. "I'm okay, like, okay okay. That was a lot but..." she wanted to guide Miss Abby's hand to her cunt, which was absolutely dripping, but she thought better of it.

"But you're okay," said Miss Abby. "Got it. Then let's get back to it, Kitten." With that she reached over between Evie's legs and gave the pump a quick half squeeze before sitting up and putting the car in gear.

As they drove Evie tried to check in with herself, and was less than surprised to learn that the substantial amount of relief she felt about not being paraded through down with a plug in her ass was accompanied by a distinct disappointment.

The drive back gave her plenty of time to imagine the various things that might come from such a display, and eventually they were back at Miss Abby's.

By now it was the mid afternoon and as they entered the house Miss Abby announced that she had to use the facilities, and that she expected her kitten to follow her in for clean-up duty.

While on the toilet Miss Abby had Evie kneel and place her arms and head on the floor, presenting her ass to the seated Miss Abby. Miss Abby passed the time by repeatedly deflating and inflating the plug in Evie's ass, pushing things a tiny bit farther and farther each time. At the edges it was painful, but Evie found herself missing the force and fullness of the plug when Miss Abby let the air out.

After a minute or two of this Miss Abby set the plug somewhere between low and medium and instructed Evie to turn around, and Miss Abby scooted forward on the toilet and spread her legs. Evie came forward and licked slowly and carefully, taking her responsibilities as cleaner seriously.

The taste of piss faded quickly and Evie was just starting to wonder if she should focus on getting Miss Abby off when the domme announced that was enough and Evie sank back to her knees.

Miss Abby washed her hands and then told Evie to take a deep breath as each nipple clamp came off. They had been set for longer wear so the feeling wasn't as intense as it could have been but the blood still rushed back in and forced Evie to take some deep breaths..

As she exited the bathroom Miss Abby told Evie she should lose the clothes and report to the bedroom, where she would be properly attired for the remainder of the day.

After disrobing Evie crawled into the bedroom to find Miss Abby laying a set of lingerie on the bed, which she instructed Evie to put on and then return to the main room. "The plug stays in, of course," Miss Abby called as she left.

Evie examined the lingerie left on the bed and was delighted to find very fine stockings, nude with a cuban heel and a seam running up the back. A delicate garter belt was present to hold up the stockings and Evie took pleasure in running the stockings up her legs and delicately clipping them in place.

Evie was next surprised to see that only a bra remained on the bed, there were no panties in sight. She wondered if this had been an oversight by Miss Abby, but this did not seem to her like an area where Miss Abby was likely to make a mistake. Much more likely that she intended for her little kitten to be exposed and vulnerable.

The bra, once Evie unfolded it and lifted it off the bed, was intended to have the same effect. Where the cups would normally be was a triangle of straps, perfect for supporting/surrounding a breast but with absolutely no coverage.

Evie put on the bra and adjusted it in the bedroom's mirror, reflecting how this meant Miss Abby wanted to drink in the sight of her, and that made her feel good.

She felt even better when she crawled back into the main room and was greeted with a wolf whistle from Miss Abby.

"Don't you just look like the most delicious little kitten," she said as she walked in a circle around Evie and took it all in. She reached down and gave the plug a little half-squeeze, further stretching Evie.

"Your man mentioned that you like to cook," she continued. "And I like to be cooked for, so you can get to your feet and head to the kitchen, where you should find everything you need."

Evie did like to cook but she wondered about doing so in her current outfit, though those concerns were addressed as she turned into the kitchen space and saw a transparent PVC apron sitting on the kitchen counter. She picked it up and examined it.

"Can't have the cooking ruin the view," Miss Abby noted. Evie put the apron on and opened the fridge, where she saw an assortment of veggies, some sausage, and fresh pasta and sauce from a local Italian deli.

She took the ingredients out and set about preparing a meal, which once it hit 4pm Miss Abby made sure included a cold gin & tonic for each of them.

The drink helped Evie relax, and the constant knocking of the plug's pump into her legs was a constant reminder of her being on display, of her being this other woman's plaything. She had not minded the treatment so far, although she was certain she wouldn't have minded an orgasm or ten.

The meal came together and they both sat and ate as more-or-less equals. Miss Abby asked polite questions about Evie's job at the bank, how she and Ethan had met, things like that. Evie asked permission to ask questions and got Miss Abby to discuss her history in the kink community with Ethan, but Miss Abby was deliberately mum about details and Evie wondered if Miss Abby was worried about telling Evie things that Ethan hadn't.

When dinner concluded Miss Abby told Evie to go to the bathroom, remove and clean the plug, and take a quick shower. Following that she was to lie face down on the bed and await Miss Abby's arrival.

Evie did as instructed and settled in to the soft duvet that covered the bed. She couldn't help running her hands along the luscious stockings she had been given and then, unsure of what exactly she should do with them, she interlaced her fingers behind her head and waited.

She did not need to wait long before she heard Miss Abby approach. A silk blindfold was quickly slipped over her head and Evie found her heart beating quicker as her vision went dark. Next each of her limbs was lifted and wrapped in a leather cuff, which in turn was lashed to one of the bedposts. Miss Abby went around snugging each up, until Evie could do little but squirm.

Miss Abby tapped Evie on the hip and told her to lift up, then slipped a pillow wrapped in a towel under her. Evie could feel a harder lump in the center of the pillow and she puzzled at what it might be for half a second before she felt it jump to life with a very familiar buzz.

Evie moaned as she worked to rub herself against the vibrator, and she was able to do so before Miss Abby gave her a sharp slap on the ass and shifted the pillow slightly forward. "I'll let you know when you can go to town, Kitten," she said.

Evie felt the plug in her ass deflate and slide out.

"Stretching is one thing," Miss Abby told her, "But there are other sensations a committed anal slut learns to love." Miss Abby lightly circled Evie's asshole with a lubed finger, then gently slid it in. The earlier stretching had done its work, so she was quickly able to add another finger. She stroked slowly, then withdrew for more lube.

As she worked the fingers in and out Miss Abby rubbed Evie's ass. "Tell me about your coming life as an anal slut," she told Evie. "Your fantasies, your fears." She also pulled the pillow back into prime position.

Evie went to speak but only managed a moan. "I'll take it away again," Miss Abby warned her. "Spill it, slut."

"Yes Miss," Evie managed. She took a few breaths and thought about the fantasies that she and Ethan had shared.

"We always talk about this box," Evie said. "Where I'm installed in it and there are holes at both ends where everything is lined up perfectly and everyone can just use my holes and I never even see them."

"Mmmmm," said Miss Abby. "Tell me more."

"I just... everyone we met after that, every one of his friends, I'd be wondering if they had used me while I couldn't see. I would have to assume that everyone knew what a slut I was."

"Hard cocks and big strap ons alike, isn't that right, Kitten?"

"Yessssss Missss," Evie moaned, which quickly translated into a whimper as the pillow was once again shifted away.

"Don't cry, Kitten," said Miss Abby. Her fingers withdrew from Evie's ass and Evie had a distinctly empty feeling. "We're just getting to the good part."

Evie felt something press against her asshole, then quickly slide in before her ass returned to an almost-closed position. Another object quickly followed, slightly larger, and by the third round Evie put together that Miss Abby was inserting anal beads.

Nothing had ever been so deep in Evie's ass as the beads snaked their way in, it was a curious and intense sensation. The balls were getting fairly wide now too, but Miss Abby was using plenty of lube and massaging the larger ones in gently. Finally things came to a rest.

"I'm going to bring the pillow back under you," Miss Abby told her, "And you're going to cum for me."

"Yes Miss," Evie said quietly.

"You ask permission first, clear?"

"Yes Miss, of course" Evie said. That earned her a slap on the ass.

"Don't 'of course' me, Kitten."

"Yes Miss."

The pillow came back and was adjusted slightly to be in absolutely perfect position. Evie bucked in her bonds, gently at first, then with increasing speed and urgency. There was a lot behind this one; being bossed around all day by a gorgeous woman, the public humiliation at the sex shop and out in front of it, the parading around in fancy lingerie while plugged and making dinner, and lastly the fact that Miss Abby just cranked the vibrator up two whole settings.

"PLEASE," Evie screamed, "PLEASE MAY I CUM?"

"Cum for me, Kitten" Miss Abby said calmly.

Evie screamed again and again, her hips thrashing, her breath ragged, riding the crashing wave of a towering orgasm. And as she approached the downside of things, where the echoes set in, Miss Abby planted one hand on her ass cheek and heaved with the other, pulling the full string of anal beads out at once.

To say that Evie had another orgasm would be to say that Genghis Kahn was a bad neighbor. Miss Abby's planted hand pushed Evie down onto the vibrator again and the exiting anal beads rapidly expanded and contracted her ass, and as it all came together Evie met god. It was that intense, and that good.

The vibrator was clicked off and withdrawn and Evie sank into the mattress, breathing heavy. Miss Abby crawled up the bed and settled in next to her, propping herself up on an elbow while draping her leg over Evie's. She stroked Evie's hair gently, letting the moment breathe.

"You okay, Kitten?" she asked after a minute.

"I am, Miss" Evie managed.

"Good. Now, when we were outside the shop today it came to light that you had been a bit naughty, do you want to tell me about it?"

Evie took another long moment to gather herself. Her and Ethan didn't play much after they'd both climaxed, so she was feeling on unsteady ground.

"My hand went under my skirt while I was out front," she finally said.

"Where on earth did your hand get an idea to do a thing like that?" Miss Abby asked playfully. "Do you mean that you put your hand under your skirt?"

"Yes Miss," Evie said sheepishly.

Miss Abby noticed the sheepishness and leaned in close, practically whispering in Evie's ear. "What was your hand doing down there, Kitten?"

"I was..." Evie paused, still unsteady. "I was rubbing myself, Miss."

Miss Abby made a noise of grave concern. She said nothing more, instead rolling away and detaching each of Evie's cuffs from the four bedposts. She snapped two of them together behind Evie's back and momentarily rested herself there on top of Evie.

"Squeeze my hand if you're OK to keep going, Kitten." Evie squeezed, then let go, then squeezed again, then let go, then squeezed again. She surprised herself in doing so, but the idea that Miss Abby would need to stop because Evie wasn't OK was an idea Evie felt the need to guard against.

"Well then," Miss Abby chuckled. "Let's do this all the way." She reached down and clipped Evie's two feet together, then untied two of the bedpost ropes. Quickly, she used to quick lark's heads to loop the ropes around the clips joining Evie's limbs.

Next she gently shifted Evie on the bed so that her head and feet were each pointed directly at a bedpost. She tied off Evie's feet, then gently lifted Evie's hands and tied them to the opposite post, taking the slack out of the line a bit at a time and letting Evie feel her hands come to rest.

Evie was a regular at yoga, stretched when watching TV, and Miss Abby was delighted to see virtually no reaction as Evie's hands got higher and higher. Everybody has limits, though, and when Evie let out a sharp breath Miss Abby backed the hands down some. She paused a moment, reading Abby's body language to see if further checking in was necessary, and decided it wasn't.

Miss Abby lifted Evie's hips slightly and managed to slide her legs underneath, the stockings they were both wearing easing the task. She settled in and rubbed her hand in circles across Evie's ass.

"Count them, Kitten. And apologize while you're at it." WIth that her hand descended, sharp and fast, snapping at the last second and bouncing off Evie's ass. The sight of that jiggle was just about Miss Abby's favorite thing on earth, and so was the music of Evie's cry.

"One!" Evie managed. "I'm sorry, Miss!"

Miss Abby landed another spank. "For what, Kitten? Be specific."

"Two!" cried Evie. "For being a naughty slut in front of the shop."

"Naughty how?" Miss Abby asked. "Be concrete. Try again from the top."

"Three!" Evie said, her mind running doubletime trying to figure out how to phrase things. She was no slouch in the dirty talk department and she wanted to make this right, and apparently Miss Abby wanted her to as well, because as Evie kept count Miss Abby did not press her to say something.

"Eight!" Evie said, having gotten her thoughts together. "I'm sorry, Miss Abby, for embarrassing you by being a naughty, disgusting slut who cannot be left alone for all of three seconds before she's diddling - nine! - herself in public."

"Diddling!" laughed Miss Abby.

"Ten!" responded Evie. There were ten more that followed, and Evie was surprised to realize she was close to needing to ask permission to have another orgasm.

Ethan was more about caning and flogging when he wanted to hurt her, and she was finding the experience to be strikingly intimate. With the apology out of the way Miss Abby was spending the moments between spanks caressing her ass, and there had been a stray finger drifting along the length of her slit.

She didn't have to ask, though, as Miss Abby ended the spanking at 20. She did take a quick picture of Evie's ass before it faded at all, and sent it along to Ethan with a note of thanks for the use of his slut.

Evie, still tethered at both ends and with her shoulders starting to ache, found herself with another bit of surprise at her own feelings. She was a bit resentful, she realized, that Ethan was included in exactly what was happening. He was involved overall, of course, but the moment had been between her and Miss Abby.

She was able to move away from the feeling as Miss Abby shifted up the bed and planted her open legs directly in front of Evie's face. Miss Abby also reached up and took some slack out of the line holding her arms. "Get to work, Kitten," she said. "I'd hate for you to suffer any longer than necessary."

Evie didn't need any additional prompting. Her second taste of Miss Abby's pussy was even more electric than the first, no doubt heightened by her still-warm ass, her screaming shoulders, and the way this woman had lorded herself over Evie all day.

She worked, hard and fast, driving her tongue over Miss Abby's clit, stroking short and quick before switching to longer strokes down her length.

"Focus, Kitten," Miss Abby cautioned and Evie returned her focus to the clit. Apparently Miss Abby had enjoyed the day just as much as Evie, because it wasn't long before she had a fistful of Evie's hair and she was screaming.

Miss Abby quickly undid the rope holding Evie's arms to the bedpost and then flopped back, breathing deep and working to catch her breath. Evie's arms, still clipped together at the wrist, fell back and rested on her ass.

After each had regained their breath Miss Abby removed the rest of Evie's bindings and told her to follow into the bathroom, where she relieved herself and then told Evie to once again lick her clean.

Miss Abby took notice of the indulgent kicks and the tiny moans happening below. "You really like that, don't you Kitten?" she asked.

"Yes Miss," came a blushing reply.

"Noted," said Miss Abby.

They both completed their bedtime routines and retired, with Miss Abby requesting one last foot rub before drifting off to sleep, big spoon to Evie's little.

PART FOUR

The morning that followed was light on the play, with both of them getting ready for an excursion.

"I want you to look as cute as possible,"Miss Abby told Evie. "The girl next door who is, of course, a wanton slut. So include these," she added, tossing a pair of latex panties and what looked to Evie like a vibrating remote control plug.

Evie had over-packed for the weekend, unsure of what would be required, and in response she pulled out a soft white button-down and some cut-off shorts that might have met some legal standard for "thigh length" but were, spiritually, a bit more fun than that.

The shirt was loose and she rolled the sleeves back and left the top three buttons undone, advertising the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Wedge heel peep-toe sandals completed the outfit.

For her makeup Evie gave her best attempt at a "no makeup" look, focusing on a dewey glow, a slight flush to her cheeks, and a nude lip.

She set about preparing a picnic lunch while Miss Abby got ready. Evie almost dropped a bottle of French lemonade when Miss Abby emerged, looking like the most divine Goddess to ever tower over a senior executive at the company picnic.

She stood tall on wedge sandals that were obviously impractical for the unpracticed, flexing her confidence before she even took a step. She wore a navy wrap dress that had a depth of color and lightness of flow that screamed expensive taste, with an Hermes belt clinching in the waist. Her makeup was spare, just well defined brows and a bold red lip.

Miss Abby drank in Evie's stare and then dismissed her to go cool off the car, telling her she'd bring the cooler and food in just a moment.

The two of them drove a short way to a local park, and set out their blanket under a tall oak that sat down the left field foul line of a softball field. The local gay softball league had a scrimmage that day, and the two women took in the sights as the players warmed up and stretched.

They broke out the food as the game kicked off and Miss Abby complimented Evie's sandwich making. The leadoff hitter slapped foul ball after foul ball down the line and Evie thought Miss Abby seemed annoyed as they tossed each back to the left fielder, or maybe she was distracted by something? Either way the air shifted when Evie picked up her lemonade and took her first sip.

Miss Abby's eyes were dancing and she had a grin on her face. "I made sure that was just right before we left, Kitten," she said. "I trust it will be to your liking."

Evie savored the delicate dance of the lemon and urine in her bottle, swallowed, and smiled at Miss Abby. "it's perfect, Miss, thank you" she said. Miss Abby smiled and reached into her purse and Evie felt the plug in her ass jump to life, and she squirmed in place on the blanket in response.

"You're welcome," Miss Abby said and the two of them finished their lunch while watching the game. Miss Abby played with the plug as things went, turning it up, then down, then off, the way up, then down, on and on.

Around the middle of the fourth inning Miss Abby reached down and undid her sandals, sliding her feet out and stretching them. "I think I could use a rub, Kitten," she said, and Evie moved to sit cross legged at her feet, her back to the field now, taking each in turn and working them over.

Miss Abby murmured her appreciation and let Evie work for a while before she made a noise of some kind of inspiration and snapped her fingers at Evie.

"On your stomach, Kitten, propped on your elbows. I want my toes in your mouth and I want them there until I say so."

Abby shifted on the blanket and had just taken Miss Abby's left big toe into her mouth when she heard the ping of the bat and a ball whistled along the grass and gently rolled to a stop next to her head.

Before Evie could quite process things or react, Miss Abby had reached down for the ball. She felt Evie tense up. "Relax, Kitten," she said. "Focus on your work.

Evie redoubled her efforts and was bobbing her head slightly as the visiting team's left fielder jogged up to retrieve it. Evie's eyes shifted over and locked with the woman, and Evie turned red again as the woman smiled and departed with the ball.

"Excellent work, Kitten," said Miss Abby. "Proud of you." Evie continued her foot worship as the game went on beside her, wishing she could see things only when Miss Abby started giggling wildly as a routine line out bounced off an obviously distracted left fielder.

They left during the 7th inning stretch, stopping on the way home for two bottles of wine. Evie was once again charged with preparing dinner, and she chopped and danced, naked except for the plug, the PVC apron and heels, as a shrimp curry came together.

Following the dinner they let things settle with a little Bravo mini-marathon, and midway through the second bottle of wine Miss Abby told Evie to go clean up and wait for her on the bed.

Evie practically ran off to do so, wondering if she should re-insert the vibrating plug after she was finished. She elected not to, having gotten no instruction, and instead placed it next to herself as she lay face down on the bed.

That must have been fine for Miss Abby, who wordlessly took it as she entered the room and proceeded to string Evie up as she had the night before. The blindfold returned as well, and then Miss Abby settled in, one hand rubbing Evie's ass, the other making gentle small circles around her clit.

"I've enjoyed having you here, Kitten," Miss Abby said.

"I've enjoyed being here, Miss." Evie responded.

"I'll be sad to see you go," Miss Abby said, "So sad, I'm considering... hmm." She paused, the indecision in her voice genuine. She got off the bed for a minute and Evie heard the bedside drawer open, some rustling, the distinct sound of a glove being pulled on, and then Miss Abby was back in place.

"Ethan and I..." Miss Abby trailed off as she began working Evie's clit again, before quickly sliding a lubed, gloved finger into her ass. "We have something of a history."

Evie didn't know where this was going and the rest of what was happening felt pretty good, and she moaned as Miss Abby inserted a second finger, working both back and forth and gently stretching them outward.

"We've been in this scene a long time," Miss Abby continued, "And that history hasn't always been as friendly as it is today."

Evie moaned again.

"The fact is that I can be as petty as anyone, Kitten, and I've been known to hold a grudge. And Ethan... a long time ago he approached somebody that I kind of thought was mine, and if he'd asked ahead of time I'm pretty sure we could have worked something out. After all..."

She made her point about the current arrangement by picking up the pace and pressure of the fingers working Evie's clit, and Evie moaned louder in response. A third finger slipped into her ass.

"Yeah," Miss Abby said, "We're currently capable of working together just fine. But we once were not, Kitten, and I want my revenge."

Evie jerked her head up. "Revenge" was not a word she was expecting to hear in this context.

"Shhhh," said Miss Abby. "It's okay, Kitten, everything is fine. I'm just going to..." she paused, collecting her words.

"You saw the strap-on in my drawer, didn't you Kitten?"

"Yes Miss Abby," Evie managed.

"And is it bigger or smaller than Ethan's cock?"

Evie didn't have to think. Ethan had a respectable cock, but it wasn't the biggest and certainly wasn't on par with the huge dildo Miss Abby appeared to prefer to work with.

"Smaller, Miss" Evie said.

"That's right, Kitten. And I know that this weekend my whole job was to stretch you out and get you ready and enthusiastic for Ethan to fuck you up your tight little ass, but I think I have a better idea. I'm going to stretch you all the way out, Kitten."

The fingers withdrew and Miss Abby shifted on the bed, one of her hands landing on Evie's hips, the knuckles of the other brushing her ass cheeks as Miss Abby guided the head of the dildo into position.

She sank the dildo in and Evie gave a bit of a start, but it wasn't all that much compared to the inflated plug. But as Miss Abby slid the dildo home Evie gave a deep groan, experiencing for the first time a nice, girthy, ass fucking.

"Yeah," said Miss Abby. "Every time he's back here, Kitten, I want you to think about how big mine was." Miss Abby leaned forward, putting more of her weight on Evie's back and snaking her finger around front and continuing to work Evie's clit. At the same time, she began to pump her hips and slide a solid portion of the dildo in and out of Evie's ass.

Evie's moans grew deeper, more throaty. They began to line up in time to Miss Abby's thrusts. Evie had thought, when what was happening first became clear, about safewording. Miss Abby wasn't crazy, just being a sneaky bitch, and Evie had enjoyed all of her time so far and was still enjoying her time, very much enjoying it.

Ethan was the wounded party here, not her, and her mind even threw in a quick 'it's better not to be so stretched out so I'll probably still prefer Ethan's cock" rationalization that she thought might stand up.

It would not. Miss Abby's choice of dildo was deliberate. From long experience, she knew that a stretched-out girl could take it, but it wasn't a novelty dildo, it wasn't offensively large. It was just big, big enough that any girl who took it, if Miss Abby made her best and most tender efforts, would feel blissfully fully full and have the orgasm of her life.

So Miss Abby worked. She thought about the sub that Ethan had pried away from her and she gave her hips just the right amount of aggression, and she used her hand to work Evie's clit like she knew no man was capable of doing, and she took Evie through four separate screaming orgasms.

Following the fourth orgasm she quickly removed the cuffs, directed Evie's attention to a water bottle she had placed on the nightstand, and then she held her, gently but firmly, as their heart rates descended and Miss Abby practiced the smile she would give Ethan when he returned to pick up her Kitten.