How I Met My Boyfriend's Wife - 05

How I Met My Boyfriend's Wife - Chapter 05

By

SubKaren92

Author's Note: This is the first chapter in the Lesbian category. Please go back to the beginning if you're just finding this story or you will be lost.

I sat in my car trying to get a hold of my emotions before I drove home. My body was still buzzing from the events of the entire weekend, but specifically of my Master and Mistress using my body one final time, hopefully at least for now. My pussy was on fire and my asshole felt like it was still wide open waiting for my next suitor. I didn't feel emotionally safe to drive. I actually thought about what I could possibly tell a police officer why I was so distracted if I got pulled over. I remained parked in front of their house for about 45 minutes. I would have preferred to curl up on the bed in the guest bedroom, but I wasn't offered that option. Finally I calmed down enough to make my way home to my lonely apartment. Once there I took a long hot shower, toweled off and crawled into bed, sore but happy.

I would forgive you if you assumed I spent the night masturbating or at least jilled off a final orgasm before I could fall asleep. But I didn't. Honestly I was physically wiped out and I fell asleep pretty quickly and I don't remember stirring until my alarm went off to tell me it was time to go to work. But in the back of my head, I remember pledging myself to Mistress Alexis and I vaguely remember her saying something about controlling who I would fuck and when I could cum. I assumed that extended to masturbation. I would have to ask for clarification because that was going to be a difficult rule to follow. Not the fucking whomever she commanded me to fuck, but not taking care of myself in the still of the night.

I would have liked to stay in bed all day recovering from the weekend, but I did the right thing and pulled myself out of bed, put on my work clothes, made breakfast and headed to the office. At first I was able to focus on today's task, designing a new test protocol suite for a new line of machines. But every few minutes, my mind would drift back to one of the events of the weekend. Sometimes it was one of the relatively tame straight sex encounters like blowing Gary on the pool deck and sometimes it was far kinkier like Debbie inverting me and paddling my behind. Wherever my mind drifted, I had a neverending series of memories to recall. I would sit at my desk, my hands seemingly frozen on the keyboard and my eyes staring at the screen as if I was hyper focused on my code. But in reality, my soul was churning with need and a desire to be used again. And yes, my panties were soaked and my nipples and clit were engorged.

I allowed myself these distractions for differing amounts of time. The less kinky, although still wonderful, memories would only distract me for a minute until I shook my head and got back to work. The more extreme memories, Mistress fucking my ass while Master fed me his cock for example, took much longer to shake and I had an overwhelming desire to put my hand in my jeans and touch my clit. More than once, I almost got up and went to the privacy of the bathroom to rub one out. But I was a good girl, despite the evidence to the contrary, and refrained from self gratification. Near lunchtime one of my coworkers, a cute guy who I had a flirtatious friendship with, stopped by and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. Could he sense my need and that today would have been his lucky day? Or was it just a coincidence and my general horniness was affecting my judgement? Either way, I politely declined saying I was too deep in my project to break for lunch. First crisis averted. Now I just had to figure out how to stay focused on work and not my boiling core.

It was kind of funny. Do you remember how in movies somebody will slap somebody to make them focus? It turns out you can slap yourself. At first, it seemed to work, but then my brain started thinking about being spanked. That was the end of that attempt at focusing. Eventually I just gave up trying to work. I just wasn't going to happen. I took the rest of the afternoon off claiming I didn't feel well. That was sort of a lie, because except for still being sore, I felt great. Of course I couldn't tell HR I had to leave because my brain was going wild with fantasies.

I left work and headed to the gym. It was a longshot, but maybe Charles or Alexis would be there and I could beg for their attention. Alas, they were not. I knew they were morning gym rats, but I figured maybe they got a late start today. I then thought about going to Charles' hotel. I knew I couldn't ask for him as I am sure he doesn't receive visitors, but maybe if I hung out near reception we would bump into each other. Then maybe he would be overcome with lust and we could bump something else. But I didn't. I knew he kept this part of his life hidden at work, I mean beyond using unbooked rooms as his stabin' cabins, so I decided to just go home and try not to touch myself.

In the car, I had another thought and I drove to a stationary store. It was hard to find a greeting card that said "Thanks for the freak fest last weekend," so I had to settle for a very generic thank you card where I could write my sincere gratitude for what they had allowed me to experience. It shouldn't surprise you that I also repledged my body and soul to their service. I even confessed how I was so horny I couldn't work. I signed it, "Your loving sub, Maddie," and delivered it to their house. I don't know if anybody was home and I didn't ring the doorbell since I had not been summoned. As Alexis said last night, all her conquests make a pledge to serve them, but hopefully none of them put it in writing. I then went home and again stripped off my clothes even though it was early afternoon. I kept the blinds closed and the room darkened to try and focus on anything but my pussy.

I cleaned my apartment, I did my laundry (thankfully I have an in-unit washer and dryer) and I made dinner. Throughout it all I was keenly aware that I was wet. The old me would have masturbated, probably multiple times, but I fought to resist that desire. If Mistress Alexis called me back, I didn't want my first conversation to be a confession that I had failed her. By bedtime I was even more desperate for sexual relief and I could feel my resistance crumbling. Thankfully my phone rang and it was a Facetime call from her. I'm sure I was smiling from ear to ear when the camera first showed her.

"Hello Mistress," I said, hardly able to hold back my glee.

"Pan the camera down, pet," she started the conversation.

Without shame or embarrassment, I showed that I was bare.

"Why am I not surprised to find you naked?" she asked rhetorically. "Have you masturbated since last night?"

It felt good to proudly tell her no. Although I did confess how hard it had been and that I had to leave work early because my tight jeans were too distracting.

"That doesn't surprise me, slut," she continued. I felt warmth spread over my body. It didn't seem like she had called to tell me she didn't want to see me anymore.

"I'm sure if I told you to masturbate right now, you would cum immediately," she added.

"If not sooner," I quipped.

"Have you thought about my requirements for you if I accept you as my loyal servant?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "With every moment I have been awake. I think I dreamed about it last night as well."

"And what is your decision?" she said, already knowing the answer. I doubted anyone ever turned her down.

"I want to be your sub," I said proudly. I had already decided that she probably didn't keep eager little sluts like me around long term, but any amount of time kneeling before her licking her pussy or bending over for her strap-on was better than what I had been doing with my life.

"I accept your authority," I continued. I tried to remember all the things she told me last night. "I will only cum when you authorize it. I will lick your pussy on command, fuck anybody to want and willingly give my ass to you and your friends."

"That's a start, my willing playtoy," she said with an evil smile. "I suppose I should give you some relief so you can function at work tomorrow."

I think my facial expression gave away my excitement of her saying that.

"Give me a tour of your apartment," she now commanded. Was she looking for the perfect place to have me masturbate? Living alone had its advantages as it didn't really matter where I jilled myself.

The tour was brief as my apartment only had a small living room / dining room combination, a galley kitchen, the not huge bathroom and a reasonably sized bedroom. As I panned my camera around the bedroom, I didn't think to hide that I had a small balcony as well. I was distracted by her asking how much action my bed received. I told her, "Not much with a partner as I prefer to go to their place."

"Like going to Charles' hotel?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I think I've only brought one guy home. Of course my bed had been used for my masturbation fantasies."

"I am sure," she said. Then she added, "Go back to the kitchen."

That surprised me, but I wasn't going to question her. I hurriedly walked back to the kitchen where she had me open my drawers and show her all my silverware and utensils. Each thing I pulled out of the drawer and showed her confused me more, but somehow also built my arousal. Finally we found what she was looking for when I pulled out a wooden spoon with a long handle. I was great for stirring boiling pasta and I was about to find out, for other things as well. Sexual things. She then had me go back to the dining room where I had a rectangular table. She had me take my iPhone and open the kickstand so I could stand it upright pointing down the table. She then had me climb on the other side of the table and get on my hands and knees facing the phone. The table isn't very big so the image was primarily focused on my face.

"Spank yourself with the spoon," Mistress Alexis commanded. "No need to count, but make the strokes firm as if I was doing it."

I'm sure she could tell that my first self administered strike was not at the firmness she required just based on the sound of the spoon on my flesh and also that I didn't think I showed any distress on my face. I tried to be firmer on my second spank, but I could see a look of disappointment on her face, so number three was harder still. Eventually I think I got it right, both because her expression softened and because the pain started shooting lightning bolts to my clit. Mistress Alexis finally told me to rub my clit, but to continue spanking myself at the same time. She didn't have to tell me twice.

Even before I started rubbing my pussy, I warned her that I didn't think I could stop myself from cumming. At least not for long. She said she understood and we would work on it, but for right now she wanted to see me at my slutty best. That warmed my heart and I got to work fingering myself with my left hand while spanking myself with my right. It was less than a minute later that I begged her for permission to cum. In hindsight, that was pretty amazing that I remembered to do that. Unsurprisingly she didn't immediately acquiesce to my request, which led to swirls of arousal in my brain. But my need to climax overwhelmed my desire to be her good girl and maybe 15 seconds later I exploded with a fiery and vocal orgasm.

I was consumed with a powerful climax that shook the table, sending my iPhone to the floor and leaving me quivering on the table top. I don't know exactly how long I was out of it, a panting mess of spent orgasm, but when I finally calmed enough to climb off the table and retrieve my phone, she had ended the call. I hoped she was proud of herself for transporting my body and soul to this place again. Even more than her husband had, she had the uncanny ability to make me climax harder than I ever imagined just with a look from her beautiful face and a command from her alluring voice. She understood me better than anybody ever had before.

I was disappointed she hung up, but also thankful that my 24 hours of pent up need had been released. I wanted more, of course, but I also knew I'd sleep better tonight and hoped I'd be able to focus better at work. Just then my phone chirped with a text message. "That was spectacular," she told me. "How long will it take you to recover enough to do it again?"

"Not long," I replied. "I need to go to the bathroom and drink some water. Five minutes?"

She knew that once I orgasmed, especially a big one, I could cum again repeatedly. The only question was how long she intended to torture me with pleasure. As it turned out, it was five more times that night. And by the end of my torment, I was more in love with her than before.

It started with her calling me back while I was sitting on the toilet. OK, that was embarrassing, and of course I answered, but I hoped this wouldn't become a regular thing. After I finished relieving myself, she had me masturbate sitting right on the pot. I must confess it wasn't the first time I've done that, but it was the first time somebody was watching me. Still, my orgasm came quickly, and although not as strong as the first one aided by the spanking, I was still loud enough for my neighbors to hear me. Although at the moment I didn't care, as I calmed down the thought crossed my mind of meeting them in the hallway tomorrow.

As it turned out, Alexis' plan was to have me cum in each room of my apartment so, "No matter where you go at home, you'll think of sex and think of me." I understood the method to her plan, but I didn't tell her I had probably already done that everywhere but the kitchen. Still, climaxing with my legs spread wide on my couch and standing with one leg on my kitchen countertop was pretty good. I would definitely think of my Mistress anytime I cooked going forward.

When I got time to christen the bedroom, Mistress had me find a scarf, hardly ever used in Vegas except in January, to fashion a blindfold for myself. She had me lay on the bed in a spread eagle and pretend she had bound me there like Charles had done in the swing room during the football game.

By now, I was in better control of my orgasms having my climax needs sated, at least temporarily. That's not to say orgasm five was not welcomed, it just meant I could hold off a bit longer as Mistress had me describing my feelings and successfully wait after begging for permission to cum until she gave me permission. That definitely caused a stronger orgasm, although thankfully, a bit more controlled and quiet. I frequently heard the couple next door going at it and I'm sure they had heard me before, especially if they were home tonight. Being blindfolded with the scarf brought me emotionally right back to their house when Mistress took my anal cherry. Her voice in my head through the phone calling me dirty names and directing how I should masturbate and when to tease my nipples instead of rubbing my clit was phenomenal. Even though she had been directing the action for over an hour at this point, somehow only hearing her and not seeing her was a huge turn-on. Parenthetically I would learn much more about that later, but for tonight, she had one more surprise for me.

The first step was to have me get my Airpods so I wouldn't have to hold the phone. Why she didn't do this earlier, I don't know. I guess the speaker phone was good enough to hear me moan. I had to remove the scarf to do this. When I saw Mistress Alexis on my phone this time, I could tell she was in a state of sexual arousal and I didn't think she was masturbating. When she noticed I was paying attention again, she panned the camera down and I saw a woman I didn't recognize between her legs. I wasn't surprised that Alexis was holding her by the hair. She lifted the woman's head up. I also wasn't surprised that the woman's face showed signs of being christened like I had been Friday night.

"Slut Maddie, say hello to Slut Kelly," Mistress said.

"Um, hello Kelly," I stammered, sort of in shock although I shouldn't have been."

"Hi Maddie," she said easily, obviously not surprised in the least by what was happening. I guess that answers the question about me being Alexis' exclusive sub. I suppose now I have to prove I would be her best sub. She soon gave me a chance to do that, although I was definitely not happy about how.

Soon was after she climaxed due to Kelly's ministrations between her legs. I had to wait about three or four minutes. I wondered how many times Kelly had brought her off. But that was of small concern after Alexis ordered me to go out onto my balcony. Yes it was dark and yes there was another apartment building across the courtyard my balcony looked down on. As I said, the balcony was small. I had a chair with a small table and not much else fit. Mistress had me put the phone on the table showing the length of the balcony and had me stand on the opposite end. Beyond the humiliation that anybody on the upper floors of the other wing of the apartment building could see me, Alexis had me bend over the railing so I looked like I was getting drilled from behind. Now anybody in my building looking up or down might assume I was getting fucked instead of rubbing my pussy.

I couldn't see if Alexis was sharing my torment with Kelly, but my guess, based on the mews of contentment I was hearing in my Airpods, was that she was still between Alexis' legs. At least my humiliation wouldn't be witnessed by her. I wanted to get this task completed quickly. I'd never sit on my balcony again and not think about this moment. Yet despite this, as soon as I touched my clit, Mistress Alexis' magic spell over my body returned and the pleasure waves overrode any humiliation I might have felt. Between Alexis' moans of pleasure echoing in my ears and my own moans of pleasure, I was completely lost in the moment.

I knew it was preordained that I would climax in this position, unless Alexis somehow took pity on me and let me go inside to finish. But that didn't make me speed up or try to fake a quick orgasm. Mistress was speaking words of encouragement to me between her own pleasure waves telling me to let my orgasm build and that we would cum together. That was a very powerful motivator. I loved the idea of cumming together, even if we were separated by many miles. My vision became distorted and unfocused as my arousal built. The lights of night began to fall away and I dreamed I was between Mistress' legs enjoying the rewards of my labor and the taste of her cum instead of Kelly. I remembered back to the feeling of her pummeling my ass with her strap-on. Would she do that again? If so, how soon? I was ready to jump in the car and drive back to their house right then.

Over and over I felt ready to go over the edge only to have her talk me back from the precipice saying she needed just a little longer and that I should just hold on so we could cum together. I'm sure she had enough control of her own orgasm to delay her own gratification longer just to torment me, but when she finally commanded me to cum and and I heard her release her own screaming climax, I came hard. Hard, loud and long. Later, I would reflect that it was probably the second best of the six orgasms I had that night, but in the moment it was swirling lights in my brain, Earth shattering convulsions through my body, juice flowing down my thighs and not a care in the world. At least not until Alexis asked if my neighbor enjoyed the show.

Instantly I was brought back to reality and remembered I was bent over my balcony railing. I'd been so caught up, I had forgotten. I turned my head and saw Ava, my neighbor's girlfriend, standing on her balcony watching me. My body flooded with humiliation as there was no way to explain what I was doing other than the obvious truth. Since I was wearing Airpods, she wouldn't have heard anything Mistress Alexis had said. For all she knew, I was some slutty camgirl getting paid to masturbate. I mean I was a slutty camgirl tonight, but I was doing this voluntarily.

"Oh hi Ava," I finally was able to softly say and my body calmed. She didn't respond but kept looking at me. In the relative darkness I couldn't tell if it was a look of disgust or perhaps curiosity. I decided to come clean, so to speak. After all, she was cute and maybe I could convince her to let me practice on her if Mistress approved.

"Sorry about this," I told her. "My Mistress ordered me to masturbate out here for her viewing pleasure." I pointed back at my phone, but of course Alexis had hung up by now so the screen was black making me look like a liar.

"No problem," she said. "I've enjoyed listening to you through the walls. Kyle's going to be home from work soon and I am going to jump him in the doorway. Feel free to listen to us. I'm going to be loud."

With that she smiled, turned and walked back inside. We weren't really friends. We'd talked in the hall, but I wouldn't say I knew them. I'd heard them fuck thanks to the very thin walls in this apartment building, but now I suppose I knew her intimately, or at least she knew me. If she did get loud, I'd probably have to call Mistress back and beg for permission to cum again. Fortunately Kyle didn't return for a while and I was starting to drift off to sleep before he arrived. But true to her prediction, Ava must have jumped him and soon I heard them enjoying themselves. Our beds were basically on opposite sides of the wall and I suspect Ava was being extra vocal to taunt me. But I was tired and worn out from what Mistress had put me through, although I loved every minute, and I knew I needed to sleep. Then I remembered my noise cancelling headphones I bought last time I flew. I had to search for them in my closet, but they did the trick to isolate me from the carnal activities next door. I was soon asleep and slept well all night. So well, in fact, that I managed to drag myself to the gym. I wondered if Gary or Alexis would be there.

The gym seemed more crowded than usual that morning. But more importantly, neither my Master nor Mistress were there. That was disappointing. But I managed to get a good workout nonetheless. While I was doing my cardo, I looked around the gym, people watching, as I usually do. Normally I would be looking at the men, but this time I found myself drawn more to the women. As I rode the bike, I could feel my pussy getting wet from both the friction and the delectable creatures sharing the room. I decided to cut my workout a few minutes short and grab a shower. No, I didn't masturbate. I was a good girl. Refreshed and ready to head to work, I left the locker room. On the way out, I scanned the gym again and I saw Alexis. I didn't want to seem so eager to run over to her, but she noticed me and waved me over so I joined her and another woman she was talking to. She was an older woman, I assume in her 50s. She was a brunette, looked to be in pretty good shape and I assume had some work done on her face.

"Kay, meet Maddie," Alexis said. I was glad Alexis had not introduced me as "Slut Maddie" or "Slave Maddie." I made the determination that Kay was not in the lifestyle.

"Hi Kay," I said, extending my hand. "Nice to meet you."

Kay was friendly enough, but I got the vibe that she was a suburban homemaker and not a wanton hellcat like Alexis was and I wanted to be. We chatted for a couple of minutes and then I excused myself to go to work. The truth was standing next to Alexis was intoxicating and I needed to get out of there. But even sitting at my desk trying to focus on work did little to quell my libido after spending just a few minutes in the presence of my Goddess. By the time lunch rolled around, I knew I needed to do something about the fire between my thighs. Without even trying, Alexis had reduced me to a needy mass of arousal. I sent her a text. The first part apologized for being so weak as to be unable to control myself. The second part begged her for permission to go to my car and masturbate. I didn't specifically ask for permission to cum, but I think that was probably assumed. I didn't really expect her to give me permission, but a slut can dream.

Perhaps five minutes later, my phone chirped with a reply. I was shocked that she had approved, although there were conditions that gave me pause. First, I was to use the office bathroom, not my car. Granted there were not many women in this section of the building, but I had chosen to request my car because it would be more private. I wasn't as concerned about people walking by, car vs. stall, but my fragrance that I was already detecting and that would be obvious in a small bathroom. But OK, I could do that. I'd have to be quieter as well, but that could be a fun struggle. The second condition was that I would have to Facetime her. I wasn't surprised by that as she obviously liked having Charles video my exploits. I could wear my earpods to hear anything she wanted to say without fear of detection, but that also meant she would control when I was allowed to cum. I had already pledged that last weekend, so that made sense. The final condition was I would have to "Do something for me, no questions asked, tonight." That was a bit foreboding, but much like giving her control of my orgasms, I had already pledged that as well. I suppose she was just testing my memory. She told me to wait fifteen minutes before heading to the bathroom so she could be ready to watch. She never said where she was and I never asked. I just rubbed my thighs together, happy to be getting some relief soon.

Once inside the relative safety of the bathroom stall, I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my bra above my boobs. I assumed she would want to see my tits and even if she didn't, I wanted to have quick access to rub my nipples. I then pulled my pants and panties down. Immediately my scent filled the stall. But before I touched myself, as directed, I dialed my Mistress on Facetime. When she connected, she had a grin that didn't seem to be from seeing me. Then she moaned in a way I had heard before. She didn't show me, but it was obvious someone was between her legs like last night. I began to wonder when she didn't have some willing slut around to service her.

"Rub that slutty pussy for my amusement slave," she told me. Then she added, "But you better not cum before I do."

So that was her game today. I wondered if it was one of the women from the swing group or someone else I didn't know. But that didn't matter. I put my right hand down and started masturbating. I had not considered that I wouldn't have a free hand to stimulate my nipples since I was holding the phone. That was probably a good thing since I clearly didn't have permission to cum quickly. I know my face was clearly more contorted than Alexis' as I struggled not to voraciously rub my clit and quickly get myself off. Between Alexis' sound of pleasure echoing in my earbuds and my own whimpers escaping my effort to be quiet, I was quickly transported back to their house and submitting to this powerful couple. Eventually I propped my legs up against the stall door so I could lean back and fantasize about Alexis fucking me with her strap-on. She told me to aim the camera at my pussy to show me the "Sloppy mess she could hear my fingers in." I didn't hesitate to do so. Then she warned me that she was going to cum soon but I was to wait until she gave me permission. I groaned in frustration. Then she reminded me the cost of my orgasm was agreeing to do something for her tonight.

I figured she would have me lick her ass, or maybe Charles' while she plumbed mine with her strap-on. Or maybe she would want to spank me again or tie me up. It didn't matter. I quickly reiterated I would do whatever she commanded. Whether it was the person between her legs or my promise to serve her I don't know, but she clearly started orgasming. Watching her, I struggled not to cum, but I knew she had not given me permission yet. So I did the only thing I could. I begged. I knew I was being loud enough to be heard if there was anyone else in the bathroom. I didn't think there was, but I was beyond worrying about that right then. Fortunately my permission to orgasm came quickly, pun intended. And once my Mistress said the magic words, cum I did.

I tried to be quiet and stifle my moans of pleasure. I don't know how successful I was. But as I just said, I didn't really care right then. My aroma was pungent, my pussy was soaking my fingers and thighs, and I could barely keep hold of my phone. Finally as I started to come back to Earth, I lifted my phone and saw Alexis had not disconnected. She was smiling. So was I. She then told me to lick my fingers clean. I never had been the kind of girl who licked her own juices after masturbating, but I must admit that doing this simple act at her command felt wonderful. After I finished, she said, "Good girl," and disconnected. I was left to wonder what task she had planned for me later. I was also left to clean myself up as best I could in the stall. Thankfully I had not heard anybody else in the bathroom, but as I exited the stall, I noticed the door to the hallway swinging shut. Alas I didn't see who it was, but somebody knew what I had done. At least they knew what somebody had done, but with my luck they probably knew it was me..

I was kind of surprised how focused I was the rest of the afternoon. Perhaps the simple act of pleasing my Mistress was enough to allow me at least a few hours of not thinking about my pussy. The focus came to an abrupt end at 4:15 in the afternoon when our receptionist called me and said a courier had just delivered a package for me. That was definitely weird since I had not been expecting anything. I finished up the section I was working on and then headed to the lobby. The package was rectangular and wrapped in gift paper with a bow. There was also a single red rose attached to it. Weirder and weirder I thought. Looking at the name tag it just had my name and "From a secret admirer."

Our receptionist asked who it was from and I honestly couldn't tell her. I also refused her request to open it right away. Given how strange my life had become, I was worried it wouldn't be the kind of thing I wanted to share with coworkers. I planned to open it at home, but as I sat back at my desk, my focus was drawn to it and I knew I wouldn't be able to work until I knew what was inside. I looked around my section of the office to see if anybody was around. I felt naughty sliding my finger under the taped edges. I was right to be secretive about letting my coworkers see inside, but mainly because I didn't know how I would explain the contents. Somebody had sent me a set of medical scrubs. Bizarre. Then, just as I was processing why somebody would send me scrubs, I noticed a small glass butt plug under the garments. I was kind of disappointed by the size. If it had been bigger, I would have assumed Alexis was preparing me for another night on my hands and knees in front of her and Charles. There was also a note. It confirmed the package was from Alexis.

"I want you to put these on and insert the plug before you leave the office. I will text you further instructions later."

My pussy instantly soaked itself, although I had no idea how I could sneak out of the building wearing scrubs. The rest of the work day was a blur. I knew most of the employees took off at 5, although coders like me and some of the artists tended to work late. I started thinking about which bathroom was the best one for me to change in. Obviously the one I masturbated in typically wasn't used much, but it also wasn't near an exit. I started thinking of which bathroom I could change in and then get outside to my car quickly. The bathrooms near the lobby was a non-starter as that was where most people left the building and of course there were cameras. I didn't know if they were monitored or just reviewed if there was an issue, but I didn't want to risk that. Then I remembered there was a side door for employees and there was a bathroom in the hallway that led to it. There was a camera, but it pointed down the hall toward the door after the bathroom. It was meant to record people going in and would only see my backside going out. That would have to do. That exit was further from my car than the front door, but the lower risk of getting caught made it the obvious choice.

I waited until 5:30 in hopes of having less people in the parking lot and hallways. Then I took the box and headed to the bathroom. Once safely in the stall, I took off my clothes. That was the easy part. The note had said to just wear the scrubs, so I knew that meant no underwear or bra. I sat on the toilet for a couple of minutes trying to calm my heart, which was pounding. I then decided to send Mistress Alexis a picture to prove I was still at work. I snapped a topless selfie and captioned it, "Changing at work."

I expected a quick response, but my phone remained silent. Then I realized the box had a plug, but no lube. I was suddenly relieved it was small. I certainly had plenty of natural lube from my pussy, so I enjoyed a quick fuck with the plug to coat it. It was tough not to rub my clit while I did that. But I didn't have permission to cum, so I didn't want to risk not being able to stop myself. I was also cognizant of not wanting to leak too much juice on my new pants as they would clearly show any wetness.

I stood up, spread my legs and bent forward against the stall wall. The plug went in easily. I would say too easily, but since my earlier training, I suppose it was expected. I then put on the scrubs and put my clothes in the box. My arousal scent was strong. It always seemed strong these days, but as I exited the stall I was pleased not to see a wet spot on the pants. I did see my nipples proudly poking against the blouse. There was nothing I could do about that. It was time to make my exit. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. Just then I heard two women's voices. Fuck. Somebody else was using this exit. I froze and tried to not make a sound. I don't think I even breathed. I prayed neither of them needed to go to the bathroom. I heard their steps as they walked past the door. I exhaled fully, at least temporarily relieved. I started to count the seconds, having decided to wait at least a minute so whomever had left would get to their car. Then I had an inspiring thought.

I moved back in front of the mirror and took another picture for Mistress showing that I was dressed as ordered. I even lifted the blouse and flashed her my tits to show I was braless and then took another with the front of the pants pulled down to prove I had lost my panties. I hoped she would appreciate my effort and give me permission to cum again later. Then I carefully opened the door and peaked down the hallway. It was now or never. I basically sprinted for the exit.

Outside the building, I looked for any kind of cover where I could hide if somebody else was walking toward their car. Seeing none, I sprinted toward my car. I didn't look around. I was tunnel focused on getting there as fast as I could. Was I seen? I don't know and I didn't care. Once safely in my car, I took a few seconds to try and calm my nerves. Then I started driving home. Alexis had only told me she would send instructions later. She didn't say to wait in the parking lot. As I got closer to my apartment, the thought crossed my mind that this had been the entire evaluation she intended to give me. That would be disappointing, but since I had passed it, hopefully I would be rewarded. Yeah, it wasn't the entire test.

As I was parking in front of my building, my phone chirped again. The first line was her calling me a good girl again for sending the pictures. I liked that. The second line was an address and another command.

"Go to this address. Follow the instructions you are given. You do not have permission to orgasm. If I get good feedback on your performance, I may allow that later tonight."

There was no mention of where the address was or what kind of place it was. I punched the address into my phone's GPS. It was in Summerland, not terribly far from Charles and Alexis' house. The street was curved so I assumed it was residential. The anticipation in my pussy continued to build as I drove toward the destination, but I dared not touch myself. The smell in my car got stronger and stronger as the miles to go clicked down. When I arrived, it was indeed a nice looking, middle class house. After parking, I took another deep breath, or three, and walked through the front gate. I rang the bell and in short order a woman swung open the door. I probably should have seen this coming. It was Kay whom Alexis had introduced me to at the gym.

"Um, hi, um, you're Kay right?" I stammered. I've never been that great with names of people I only meet in passing.

"Yes, and you're Maddie," she replied. "Please come in."

She moved back and I followed her inside. She was wearing a tight silk robe that covered her to just above her knees and framed her butt nicely. Why was I looking at her butt? I mean, it was toned, no doubt from time at the gym, but she was old enough to be my mother. Then again, my Master is old enough to be my father. But I didn't even know why I was here so I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. That was easier said than done with my ass plugged, albeit with a small plug. It still danced around with every step. As we walked into the living room, I finally got the courage to ask why I was sent to her. She responded by pointing me to the couch and asking me to sit down. It was then I noticed she had a cocktail glass in her hand. Could it be that she was more nervous than I was? She offered me a drink, which I declined, and then she made another one for herself before coming back to the couch.

She sat down next to me, curling her left leg under her right as she did. You would think this was just to be comfortable as it allowed her to face me better, but it also had the effect of causing her robe to draw up exposing her creamy thighs. I silently wondered why I was looking at her thighs now like I had looked at her butt. I fully expected her to order me to my knees, but she didn't. In fact, what she told me definitely wasn't on my kink bingo card.

"Maddie," she began softly as if she was embarrassed to answer my question. "First you should know I was friends with Alexis' mother and have known her for years. I watched her grow up, in fact. Before you ask, we've never had sex. I've never been with a woman or particularly been interested in that."

So much for my getting between her legs, I mused silently. She continued. "But that doesn't mean we have not talked about sex. I'm not blind. I see how confident she is and how she gets people to do what she wants. I'm kind of jealous about it actually. My husband is a good man, but he travels a lot for work and when he is home, a lot of the passion has gone out of our marriage. I've never cheated on him, but I have thought about it."

"Is that why I am here?" I asked her.

"Well, yes and no," she replied. That was a weird response. Was she thinking we should have a three-way with her husband to spice things up? I mean, I would, of course since Mistress had told me to do whatever Kay asked, but not to brag, if her husband fucked me once, he would want to again.

"Let me explain," she continued. "Once or twice a week, there is a gentleman who comes in to give us a massage. We usually do a couples' massage on Saturday and on Wednesday I get a solo massage since he's usually out of town until late. I have been fantasizing about him. He's quite the hunk and I can tell he is well endowed since he wears scrubs."

I started to understand where this was going and why I was in scrubs.

"I get seriously aroused during the massage. He is strong and his hands are magic. I dream of him pulling down his scrubs and feeding me his cock as I lay on the table. Then he does more."

I could see her eyes getting glassy as she got lost in her fantasy.

"Unfortunately, he is gay, so I am of no interest to him. And while his massage skills are wonderful, I am always left more tense than when he began. After our couple's massage I'm ready to pin down my husband and force him to fuck me. After my solo massages I jump in my bed to relieve my needs. I've even started watching massage porn and masturbating during the week."

She must have been drinking a lot to have opened up so much to me unprompted. "I've never watched massage porn," I told her hoping she would give me more details. Instead she finally told me what she really wanted.

"Looking for advice, I told Alexis about my fantasy. She told me you were, how do I say this gently, her submissive and do whatever she tells you to do."

"That's right," I interjected before she could continue.

"Well, she told me I could live out my fantasy with your help. She said you're on probation, whatever that means, and this would be a good test to see if you're up to the challenge of serving her. I won't pretend to understand what she meant, but that is why you're here," she concluded.

I took a few moments to think through my response. I decided honesty was the best course of action.

"Yes, I am submissive and I serve Mistress Alexis and Master Gary," I said proudly. I think I threw her when I mentioned Gary. She probably assumed I was a lezzie slut enamoured with Alexis. "And yes, she did order me to come tonight and do whatever you say. I have pledged myself to them and now offer myself to you willingly. As for being on probation, I don't know about that. They are part of a swing group. I have played with some of them and want to join the group, so maybe that is what she is talking about. Since I'm wearing scrubs, I have to assume you want me to give you a massage."

I watched Kay take a big swig from her glass. "Yes, Maddie," she replied. "But there is more."

"Go on," I told her.

"As I told you, my regular masseur is gay and has no interest in touching me in a, well, intimate way. I want you to give me a massage. I don't know if I'll get aroused by a woman, but if I do, I want you to, how can I say, notice and take charge of the situation. In my fantasy, he just pulls his scrubs down and presses his cock into my mouth without giving me time to think. I want you to just start playing with my pussy without me asking."

As I said, this request wasn't on my bingo card. "So you fantasize that he forces himself on you. I assume after you get him hard he fucks you so much better than your husband does, right? He basically rapes you and you love it," I asked her.

"It's not rape if I consent," she said with a wink. "But yes."

"That's an interesting fantasy," I concurred. "I certainly understand. Gary tied me to a bed, blindfolded me and let his friends gangbang me. I couldn't stop cumming."

Even as the words came out of my mouth I wondered if my real task was to prepare Kay for Alexis to conquer her. Did Alexis have secret mommy fantasies like I had a daddy fetish? I could see the wheels turning in her head as she thought about what Gary had done to me.

"How do we begin?" I asked.

"We have a massage table in the spare bedroom," she told me. She then set her glass on the coffee table, stood up and offered me her hand. I took it while standing up and then she led me to her inner sanctuary. The bedroom was a typical looking guest bedroom with the exception of the inclusion of a folding massage table and different oils and a heater on the dresser. I wondered if she had other toys in the drawer for when she took care of herself.

"My preferred oil should be hot already," she said as she dropped her robe and climbed onto the table laying on her stomach with her face through the horseshoe. I noticed she was wearing a thong and nothing else. I took a towel that was also on top of the dresser and draped it over her butt as had always been done to me during every massage I'd ever had. I knew she wanted a proper massage and not for me to just rub her pussy. While I wasn't trained in the art of massage, I'd given my share of backrubs and figured I could fake it until she was aroused enough for the real reason I was there. Honestly it didn't take that long and I thought again that perhaps my real purpose was preparing her to be seduced by Alexis.

I started by pouring oil on her shoulders and then used my hands to rub it down to the small of her back just above the towel. Then I began kneading her glistening flesh back up to her shoulders then up and down her arms. I wondered if she would try to grab my pussy as I was standing next to her, but she didn't. Once I was done with both arms, I moved to the front of the table. My crotch was near her head just like I knew she fantasized about her regular masseur. Of course, I couldn't wipe out a cock (note to self, if you ever come back, wear a strap-on) but I bet she could smell my arousal. I then began to work on the sides of her neck and cheeks. I didn't know if this was what her normal massage entailed, but I loved when guys rubbed my face, so what the heck. I could tell her breathing was becoming more ragged, but I didn't see any visual signs of arousal. I'm not sure if I was expecting her to start humping the table, but I knew just touching her body was beginning to turn me on.

After her face, I took the oil and began working on her legs. I was able to cup my hands around each calf and I took my time rubbing up her thighs, again stopping just short of the towel. By now, I was getting telltale signs that my ministrations were getting to her. A soft cooing sound, a tiny roll of her hips not caused by my hands and an arousal scent that was not my own. I decided to lean into role play.

"Is mam enjoying her massage?" I asked. "Is there any part of your body that you want me to work on?"

I knew her fantasy was to be taken advantage of, so I wasn't surprised that she didn't request that I finger her. I could tell that was what she wanted, but I wanted her experience to be everything she dreamed about so I made her wait. I continued to work her flesh, adding the oil as needed, and each time around her body, I went a little closer to the towel until my fingertips were just underneath it.

"Your body is very tight," I commented. "You must work out a lot."

Her response was a blatant moan. I wanted to tie what was happening back to Alexis and apparently my trick worked.

"Yes," she said. "I go to the gym four or five times per week. In fact, I'm pretty sore from today's workout. Could you work a little lower on my back?"

I was mostly at the gym in the morning, so it was plausible I'd just never seen her. And since she had given me tacit approval to move my hands under her towel, who was I to question what she said. This time down her back I slid my fingertips under the towel to the top of her butt.

"Lower please," she said again, this time in a deeper timbre. I let my hands roam further on the top of her ass. Although she was trying to pretend she wasn't getting turned on, I could tell my fingers were getting to her. I switched back to her thighs and let my fingers go just below the towel. I was a bit surprised she didn't implore me to go higher, but I decided that was part of her fantasy to not request anything overtly sexual. I let my fingers get tantalizingly close to her pussy and I could feel her heat, but I didn't touch her labia. I'd learned the rewards of being teased and I wanted to share that feeling with her a bit. I wondered how close her gay masseur came to touching her pussy. I assumed it was closer. I imagined her brain going wild with desire. I took a loud breath of air, inhaling her arousal.

"I think mam is enjoying my massage," I told her and before she could answer, I slid my fingertip over her very damp pussy lips.

Her body tensed at my first contact with her pussy. "That is inappropriate," she said loudly, although not with an angry tone like you might expect if she meant it.

"But I can tell your pussy is wet," I said in a mocking tone. "This is what you need to relax." Then I pushed two fingers into her pussy. There was no resistance and I was rewarded with a throaty moan. "We call this deep relaxation in the industry," I told her, making up the phrase I thought might be true. "Just let me work your stress away."

I knew she wasn't going to stop me, but I wanted to let her believe she was still just getting a massage. We both knew that wasn't true, but I did my best to play along with her fantasy. I slowly finger fucked her from behind and soon she was moving her hips in rhythm to may actions. I actually thought she might cum quicker than I intended, so I slowed down even more. She responded by trying to discretely rock back on my fingers. She was still playing the game that she didn't want to admit she wanted this. I was fine with that. I'd already figured out in my mind how I wanted to bring her to climax and there was no rush. She'd told me her husband had a late flight and wouldn't be home soon.

Part of me was hoping she would break down and beg me to finger her harder and make her cum. But another part of me was enjoying watching her resist that moment as Alexis enjoyed doing to me. The heat and wetness in her pussy told me everything I needed to know about her. She was boiling over. I was confident that if I told her the only way she was going to be allowed to cum was if she ate me first, she wouldn't hesitate to have her first proper girl-on-girl encounter. But I knew I didn't have permission for that. Maybe next time if there was another meeting.

Eventually I determined she had enough teasing. I was probably getting a little bored with her too as I would have preferred to be in her place with Alexis fucking me. Being the dominant one in the encounter was fun for a bit, but it's not my natural role. So I threw caution to the wind, removed the towel and swatted her butt firmly.

"Role over and let me see this soaking wet pussy you have," I hissed at her. I was tempted to call her a slut, as that always turned me on when somebody called me that, but I wasn't sure she was ready for that. I'm sure she was ready for me to bring her off, so I wasn't surprised that she propped herself up on her elbows and rolled over onto her back. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy gleamed in the bedroom light. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip. That kind of surprised me due to her age. I expected a fuller bush for some reason. I started her final stimulation by taking her nipples in my fingers and teasing them. She moaned.

"Does Miss want the happy ending for deep relaxation," I said with a butchered Asian accent. I'm not sure why I did that as it was culturally insensitive and I later regretted it, but in the moment it seemed right. If it bothered her, she didn't show it. She just yelled out, "God, yes!"

That was enough for me. I took my right hand and curled my middle finger as I slid it back into her pussy so I could tap on her g-spot. It was as squishy and inflamed as I expected. At the same time I found her clit with my thumb. I kept my left hand on her right nipple as I hovered over her, staring down at her face. I did this for two reasons. One, I wanted to watch the expression as she finally came properly from her fantasy. Masturbating to it was one thing. But experiencing it was quite another. Second, and more importantly, I wanted her to realize her masseur was the one who brought her to this state and fulfilled her desire.

I didn't expect her final release to take long. Her pussy was clamping down on my finger and her skrieks and howls of pleasure echoed off the walls. I wanted to lean over and suck on her nipple. It was clear she took pleasure in me rubbing them, so I figured nursing on them would be the final straw and send her over the edge. But my mind was still thinking like a masseur and that might have been too far. So I let go of her nipple and used my entire left hand to vigorously rub her clit back and forth. That caused the dam to break.

She screamed in ecstasy and thrust her hips upward as her climax consumed her. I like to think I gave her a better orgasm than her regular masseur would have. I kept working her pussy throughout her orgasm as I loved when Master and Mistress did that to me. She came for a long time. She had a lot of pent up needs. Did she have two distinct orgasms or one long one? I'm not sure and it really doesn't matter. By the time I stopped, as her body stopped convulsing, she was spent. If I had just walked out, I bet she would have fallen asleep on the table.

My own pussy was on fire and my nipples were definitely on display through the thin material of the scrubs. As she came back to Earth, I told her to please give me positive feedback with Alexis. I didn't tell her, but I don't think I could stand it if Alexis didn't give me permission to cum later that night. Kay was pretty out of it, but she agreed. She got off the table and wrapped the towel around her. Then she went over to the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to me.

"That's not necessary," I told her.

"That's what we pay for a massage. I should give you much more," she said.

"I hope to get a better reward from Alexis," I countered. "Please keep it. It makes me feel like a hooker."

She crumpled the bill in her hand and I thought the discussion was over. But then her phone chirped that the garage door was opening.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "My husband must have gotten an earlier flight. Please take this. He knows I was getting a massage and if the money is still here, he will expect something is wrong."

Yeah, something is wrong I thought. The room reeks of pussy and I can't hide my nipples. Kay's skin was also glowing in a way a massage doesn't cause and my fingers were still wet. She put her hand forward again and I took the money. I guess I'm officially a prostitute now. Was that Alexis' intent all along? I stuffed the bill into my pocket and quickly licked my fingers clean. Kay would have to worry about her husband discovering her pussy was soaked. I pictured them having a huge fight and Kay forgetting to call or text Alexis. That would screw me, but not as bad as Kay might experience if her husband found out. Fortunately he seemed tired from his trip. He was walking in from the garage as she was escorting me to the front door. He seemed surprised to see me.

"No, Xander tonight?" he asked.

"No, he was unavailable," Kay replied. "Maddie was nice enough to fit me in her schedule."

"Oh," he said, looking me up and down. He then held out his hand. "Jacob," he said.

I shook his hand, taking a strange pride in where it had just been. "I worked out nicely," I replied.

"Well, you're much better to look at than Xander," he added. It wasn't lost on me that he seemed focused on my nipples. "Do you do couples massages or just women?"

"Oh, I do men too," I replied while noticing a wry smile on Kay's face since she knew about Charles.

"Maybe we'll have to schedule a time for you to do both of us instead of Xander," he said. I don't think he knew Kay and I were thinking of something other than a massage.

"Sure, just let me know," I said, trying to sound business-like.

"I assume the cash was good?" he asked. "Xander gives us a little discount when it is both of us."

"Yes," I replied. "I enjoyed working with Kay. I'd have given her a free first massage. As for a couples massage, I'm sure we can work something out for a discount."

I thought Kay was going to burst out laughing.

"I will send feedback to the agency," Kay finally chirped in. "Your services were top notch and everything that I hoped for."

"You look more relaxed than you have in weeks, honey," Jacob said. "You're positively glowing."

"We were able to get her blood flow moving quickly, especially in her neck and cheeks," I said trying to sound confident. What I was thinking was I'd have to do a quick study of massage techniques if he was serious about me giving him a massage too. I could fake it with her, but I'm sure he expected a real massage. She'd have to get one too if he was home, although just teasing her had an appeal.

As we said our goodbyes, Kay said she was going to take a shower. Good choice. Jacob said he was going to have a drink to chill after the trip. I never heard if Jacob caught on or if he believed her glow was from the massage. In a way it was. I was just happy to get out of there, and while I know Jacob focused on my nipples, I was very happy my pussy hadn't stained the front of the scrubs. I drove home wanting to take a shower myself. A cold shower. I was too worked up to be alone with my fingers. Fortunately I made it to my apartment and the cold water killed my arousal. When I got to my bedroom, I noticed that Alexis had sent me a text message. As was typical, it was direct and to the point.

"Good job slut," she began. My arousal immediately started to return. "Kay told me she has never cum so hard. I wanted to tell you, the group has decided to give you a tryout for full membership. Our next party is in two weeks. You will meet everyone."

I was disappointed that her message didn't mention my personal reward for helping Kay. I started to type a response asking if I had permission to cum, but then another message from her popped up.

"I know you're desperate to cum. You earned it. Take out the little plug (I'd forgotten I was wearing it because it was so small) and put in something more befitting a nympho like you. You can then make yourself cum any way you want. Tomorrow at lunch, go to 3655 S Durango Dr, Unit #1. Ask for Cheryl. She'll know why you are there. Then tomorrow, Charles and I will stop over to see how you did."

I stopped reading after getting permission to make myself cum. I was already picking out a bigger plug. Later, after making myself cum three times, she did say I deserved it, I read the rest of the message and did a reverse address search. I was less excited about that once I found where I was to go. But I knew I'd be there tomorrow.