How I Met My Boyfriend's Wife - 06

How I Met My Boyfriend's Wife - Chapter 06

By

SubKaren92

For those wondering, the address Alexis had sent me was for a tattoo and piercing business. I could only imagine what she had instructed Cheryl to do to me. I worried about it for a few minutes, but then fell asleep quickly since my three self induced orgasms had worn me out. The next morning I found myself at the gym hoping I'd run into Alexis or Charles so I could talk them out of whatever they were planning. But they were not there. Back at the office, I tried not to dwell on what was going to happen and get some work done. But as the clock ticked away, I knew my destiny was following it. Did Alexis plan to have me marked as hers, or theirs? Perhaps a tramp stamp that said "Property of Mistress Alexis." I didn't like that idea and decided that would be a deal breaker. Maybe something on my butt like a handcuffs picture with a G and A would be OK, but I didn't want something other people would see, especially at the gym. I was getting nervous and less productive. I decided to take the rest of the afternoon off because whatever happened at lunch, Alexis had told me she and Charles would come over to check on me. I wanted to make sure my apartment was perfect when they arrived.

The building was not a run down scary kind of business. It looked quite reputable and Cheryl was friendly enough when I introduced myself. There were a couple of other people in the store section up front and she ushered me into the back where they had several semi-private booths. I saw one woman sitting in what looked like a dentist's chair. She was reclined back and was topless. A scruffy looking man was tattooing the top of her left breast. I wondered if I was about to experience the same.

Cheryl brought me to a different booth and I noticed there was no tattoo gear. Thank God for small favors. I had not made the connection yet to what that meant. I was thinking more like Alexis may have promised Cheryl I would eat her pussy. Nope. On a small tray next to the same style of reclining chair I saw some body jewelry. Cheryl pulled a curtain around the booth and told me to disrobe and sit down. I got very nervous. Not so much from being naked, I'd come to expect that on these little adventures, but from getting something beyond my ears pierced. Cheryl sensed my reticence and told me not to worry. She said she has done this hundreds of times and everything would be fine. Then she told me my nipples must be at full attention so I should rub them. Had Alexis warned her what would happen if I did?

I don't know if she took her time because she was enjoying watching me arouse myself or if she just wanted to be sure my nipples were as hard as they get. Maybe it was a bit of both or maybe Alexis had just asked her to tease me. I could never be sure. But eventually, she deemed I was ready.

She then opened a cabinet under the tabletop where my new jewelry was sitting. There she pulled out a bowl, alcohol, gloves and a needle. Holding that up, she told me not to worry that everything is sterile and single use. I had no choice but to trust her. After she washed her hands, she put on hopefully sterile gloves. She then washed both my nipples. She then pinched each to "Evaluate the tissue," she said. To tease and torment me I assumed. She then used a marker to imprint where she intended to pierce each nipple. She assured me that the ink was sterile too. Once that was done, she held up a mirror so I could confirm where she was going to insert the needle as if I had any say in the matter or even an opinion. I didn't really want this to happen, but I wasn't ready to give up Alexis and Charles. Plus, unlike a tattoo, I could remove these if I really needed to do so. Finally she reclined the chair to an almost flat position. My stupid nipples didn't know they shouldn't be standing straight up.

Cheryl maintained a cheerful patter of conversation meant to put me at ease. As she picked up the needle, she mentioned some piercers like to use a clamp to stabilize the nipple. She then said she prefers to do it freehand because there is less initial pressure and the clamp can cause discomfort. She also said my nipples were large enough not to worry about it being necessary. It was time.

"Take a deep breath in and hold it," she said. I did exactly that. Then she told me to "Exhale," and when I did, she pushed the needle through my nipple in a single swift motion. I'm sad to admit, I cried out from the quick, sharp, pinching sensation. But thankfully it passed quickly. I suppose Cheryl was accustomed to that reaction to her work. I then saw her attach a barbell to the end of the needle she had passed through my nipple. When she carefully pulled the needle back out, the barbell passed through my nipple with it. Now I felt a warm throbbing, almost burning sensation.

"Don't worry. The bar is implant grade titanium. I've never had a problem with a bad reaction," she told me as she started to screw round balls to the end larger than the hole making sure it wasn't going to pull out. She then rubbed some witch hazel on my nipple to clean it up, although I don't think it was necessary as I don't think I bled. The burning subsided a bit, though, so I appreciated that.

"One down, one to go," she announced. I had seen three pieces of jewelry on the table, so I was a bit confused. She asked if I wanted the second one to be horizontal like the first or vertical. "Everybody always had them match until recently," she told me. "But lately there is a trend to do one in each direction."

I had no clue how to respond and Alexis had obviously not given Cheryl guidance, so I just mumbled, "Make them match." I hoped Alexis didn't want them in different directions and had neglected to tell her.

"I think that's best," Cheryl said, although she probably just agrees with every client.

The process for the second nipple was exactly the same, but thankfully with a new needle. It hurt more. Cheryl explained that was because my body produced more adrenaline during the first peircing. But soon, they were both done and looking down at my chest, I must admit they looked sexy.

"You have beautiful nipples, Maddie," Cheryl told me. But they will be out of commission as far as playing with them for 2-3 months to let them heal."

"Three months?" I said incredulously.

"Well, definitely a couple of weeks. Then you can carefully touch the tip, but don't touch or move the bar," she said.

I suddenly realized why the party was in two weeks.

"OK," Cheryl said. "Let's get that clit done so you can get back to work."

I didn't tell her I was going home. I assumed Charles and Alexis were going to play with me, but maybe they just wanted to see if I had the courage to go through with this. Strangely, after getting my nipples pierced, I was less concerned with getting my clit done. In for a penny, in for a pound, I figured. And the pain hadn't been that bad.

"There are three basic methods for this," Cheryl said. "Alexis was specific about what she wanted for you."

I just lay on the chair and tried not to move. I knew Cheryl would discover how wet I got from the nipple play and knew she would have to examine my clit. I just hoped she wouldn't make me moan. The procedure was similar, making sure everything was clean and sterile. Cheryl used a new needle and put on new gloves. "I'm going to pierce your clitoral hood, not your clit directly," she informed me. "You have an amazing looking clit. I bet it is incredibly sensitive. I'd hate to accidently screw that up. Alexis would never forgive me. Deep breath and hold it."

I knew not to trust her when she said to exhale. It hurt about the same as nipple two, but I survived. She inserted another bar, but this one was a little longer and instead of just having two balls at the end to hold it in place, there was a ring with another ball on it that was attached to the bar before she secured the end balls. I didn't grasp its purpose as my body was entirely focused on the sensations from the piercing, but as she told me to stand up and get dressed, I felt the ball on the ring bounce across my clit. Alexis had ensured my nipples and clit would be constantly stimulated.

"Same rules to allow this to heal," Cheryl said, "But 8 weeks is probably long enough. Obviously you can touch your clit if you're careful, but try to avoid touching the piercing."

I didn't know what to say. After I got dressed and walked up to the front of the shop I had a feeling like I would jump on the first guy I saw to satisfy the need in my pussy. My clothes were rubbing on all three new piercings and it was driving me wild. Cheryl told me there was no cost as Alexis had already taken care of it. "Enjoy," she said with a smile knowing exactly what I was going through. I wondered if any of Alexis' other toys had similar adornments. I hadn't noticed any with the women in the swing group, but it's possible Alexis' other partners had some.

Again I sat in my car for quite a while trying to calm myself before driving back to my apartment. That was becoming a habit too after my new adventures. When I finally did begin driving, my focus was more on the dull pain in my nipples and pussy than on the road. If this did not dissipate as I healed, it was going to be a problem. Walking into my apartment building and down the hall, I felt my clothes rubbing my nipples, still stiff from the piercing and the ball gently tapping my clit. Normally I would have celebrated this, but under orders not to touch either during the healing process, I was worried. Once I got inside, I quickly stripped off my clothes to avoid any unnecessary stimulation. Then I sat down on my couch to try to distract myself with some mindless Netflix. I must have fallen asleep because I was startled by the door buzzer going off. I got up and walked to the speaker. Dumb me. I'd forgotten my Mistress and Master were coming over tonight. I'd also forgotten to clean up, but fortunately I always keep my apartment pretty tidy.

When I opened the door, Alexis seemed unphased that I was naked, took my head in her hands and gave me a passionate kiss. We then walked inside. Charles followed. He was carrying a large bag.

"Face us and let us see your beautification," Alexis commanded. I felt like I was on display and I also felt proud that I had followed her demand to get pierced. As I faced them, Charles told me to, "Put your hands on your head and spread your legs." I suppose that was to allow them a better view, something I was happy to do. Alexis looked closer at the work Cheryl had done, although she did not touch me. My jewelry appeared to meet her standard. Charles snapped a picture of me with his phone.

"Cheryl always does a good job," she commented. Charles replied by asking for my WiFi password. I figured he wanted to send the picture he just took to the group so I gave it to him. Alexis then told me, "Show me your bedroom." That was a command I was very happy to follow. Charles stayed behind. That was a bit weird. Once inside my bedroom, Alexis first checked out my balcony.

"You appeared to enjoy masturbating out there," she said knowing the answer was yes.

"I did until Ava caught me," I replied truthfully. "She fucked the shit out of her boyfriend that night so I guess I inspired her."

"Have you tried to seduce her since then?" my Mistress asked, reinforcing that maybe she was using me to get to Kay.

"No," I responded. "Actually I haven't seen her."

"After you heal up, if you get a chance to bed her, I would not be opposed. I didn't get a good view, but she looked cute," Alexis said. Then she added, "Undress me."

That was another command I was happy to carry out. She then laid down on my bed and spread her legs. "Pleasure me," she commanded. "Let's see if you've improved."

Hers was the last pussy I'd licked since I only masturbated Kay, but I wasn't about to correct her. I suppose she assumed I went down on Kay, or maybe Kay told her I had. It didn't matter. I happily climbed onto the bed and between her legs. She was already wet and honestly, so was I, although I didn't dare touch my pussy given what Cheryl had told me.

Mistress held my head, as I had seen her do when I masturbated on Facetime for her, so that wasn't a shock. Maybe thinking about eating pussy as much as I had made me better because she quickly became juicier and began to praise me. That warmed my heart. She didn't use the same derogatory terms as last time. I loved that before, but being treated with more loving praise was certainly nice too. Her hips soon began undulating and then started bucking. She held me tightly and I was going along for the ride. I don't think she came, but after about 10 seconds, she did slow down, although she didn't release my head. This cycle of ramping up and then calming happened two more times. I decided that she must have climaxed and that not every orgasm she had was as wild as the ones I'd experienced at their house. Then I heard Charles enter the room, but I think he just went into the bathroom. Alexis called out to him.

"She seems inspired today, honey," she yelled. "You should get a blowjob while you can."

I wanted to say he can get a blowjob any time he wants, but my mouth was occupied and anything I would have tried to say would be muffled. Charles did respond.

"If she does that, I'm going to want to fuck her ass again. She'd probably cum. Are you OK with that?"

"Oh please be OK with that," I thought.

"I know I said she shouldn't cum until the party," Mistress replied. They were both talking over me as if I was just an object to be used. I loved that and my own pussy started getting wetter.

Charles then added, "I know how much you love having a sub's face slammed into your pussy when I do them doggie."

"That is true," Alexis replied. "Are you almost done?"

"One to go in the bedroom," he said.

"One to go, what?" I thought. But I didn't stop to ask. I just kept licking my Mistress. This time when her arousal cycle spiked, she definitely climaxed. I could tell because she flooded her mouth with juice. Not like when she squirted on me, but she was really flowing. She also screamed, "Oh you damn, slut, sub, whore. Eat my cum." That was closer to the language I'd expected. I kind of hoped Ava was home to hear that through the walls. Only now did Alexis release my head while she was catching her breath. She didn't move to get off the bed, but she did order me to the floor so I could service my Master. I was really enjoying her new commands.

As I scampered to the floor, my face glazed once again with my Mistress' cum, I saw Charles taking off his pants. I figured that meant he planned on more than a blowjob. That made me happy. He already had half a stiffie. It didn't take long to bring him to full attention. I worked his cock as best I could, not worrying if I accidentally made him cum before he could fuck me. I knew that would happen eventually, even if it wasn't until the party and I wanted him to know I would always approach my tasks with complete enthusiasm. But as you know from the beginning of our relationship, I didn't have to worry about him coming too quickly. When he asked if I had any lube, it was obvious their plans were going to change in a way that was good for me. I took my mouth off his cock long enough to answer, "Yes, in the bathroom."

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to, "Go grab it and also get a big plug." I didn't know why I needed the plug since I assumed he was going to fuck me, but maybe he wanted to stretch me again and then continue the blowjob. Whatever. I was happy to do as he ordered and I stood up and hurried to the bathroom. When I went to reach for the drawer where I kept my toys, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a Ring camera on the countertop facing my toilet and shower. That wasn't there when I got home. My hands started to shake as I retrieved the items I'd been sent for. I carried them back to my Master.

"Um, Master," I said weakly. "Why is there a camera in my bathroom?"

"There are cameras in every room," he replied like that was the most normal thing in the world.

"We need to monitor you to make sure you don't masturbate during your healing process and especially before the party," my Mistress added. "I know you're always horny, but we want you extra special horny for your interview/initiation with the group."

I was horny right then. That was for sure. I'd been dreaming of Charles's cock in my ass since the moment it touched my lips. Somehow in my aroused brain, having them monitor me made sense. "Oh, OK," I said. "How do you want me, Master?"

"Did you forget already?" he asked.

Duh. I got back on the bed facing my Mistress and buried my face into her pussy. I stayed on my knees so my butt would be in the air. I felt Charles grab my ass and spread my cheeks. "Such a pretty butthole," he said as if he was amused. Then I felt a big drop of spit between my asscheeks and his thumb swirling it around my brown hole. He pushed his thumb into my ass with little ceremony. "Damn, that went in easy," he proclaimed. "Soon we'll have you trained to take any cock with just some pussy juice as lube. But today, we'll use the real stuff."

I wanted to say thank you, but my mouth was occupied. I felt him pull his thumb out and then felt the cool gel from my lube bottle. I figured he would open me up with his finger or the plug, but instead I felt the tip of his cock. At first I was worried as Mistress had me use the small plug when I met with Kay. But my ass seemed to remember how it loved to be used by them. It took some effort on his part, some grunts into Mistress' pussy on my part and yes it hurt as I stretched wide to accommodate him, but soon he was buried to the hilt and my pussy was on fire. Then he slapped my right asscheek hard. "Seems like you remember you're an anal slut now," he bellowed. I lifted my head long enough to shout, "Yes, Master. Your anal slut. Yours and Mistress' anal slut." Then we all heard the muffled word, "Damn" from behind the wall my bedroom shared with the neighbors. It sounded like Ava. She probably heard when Alexis came earlier and was apparently listening. I was sure she was going to get an earful. I buried my face back between Alexis' legs as Charles began a slow, rhythmic assault of my back door. Although I was doing my best to please Alexis, I must admit I was also picturing Ava rubbing her own pussy while she leaned against the wall trying to hear us better.

After a couple of minutes, Charles paused long enough to apply more lube. Although he had predicted his wife would just get off on my face being driven into her pussy, he had not really started pounding me yet. As a result, she just had me eating her. Not that I minded doing that, but I wanted her to cum again and I wanted Charles to blow his load deep into my bowels. With a generous amount of fresh lube now greasing his path, he started to really let me have it. He also spanked me more. I was no longer able to nibble on her naughty bits as my head was essentially pile driven into her crotch. Her physical stimulation was basically me rubbing her clit with my face. She also must have been getting mental stimulation by what her husband was doing to me because her juices were flowing again. As a result, my face was getting coated again, which you know I love, and that was driving my arousal as much as Master's cock plumbing my depths.

As before, Charles seemed to have endless stamina to hold back his orgasm allowing his wife to cum first. He also started spanking me more frequently, switching cheeks on each thrust. I could tell that turned on Alexis and I can confirm I felt the same way. In fact, I was concerned I would cum before my Mistress. I knew that was against the rules, but I wasn't in a position to beg for permission so I could only try to distract my overloaded brain and think about Ava jilling herself just feet away. At least I hoped she was and I hadn't just imagined her saying damn.

We continued rutting like wild animals trying to propagate their species for a couple more minutes before Alexis started thrusting her hips upward instead of just letting her husband slam my face into her. I knew that meant she was going to cum soon. Beyond that, her screams of ecstasy were kind of a give away. For his part, Charles called out, "Cream her face, honey. I'm going to blast her ass." I hoped if Ava were listening she would hear that. I knew she couldn't miss the explosion my Mistress was about to unleash. They came together, and although I didn't have permission, the flood of Mistress' wonderful cum on my face and the hot, sticky load my Master blasted deep into my ass, triggered my own climax without warning. Granted I had been struggling not to cum for a while and was in no position to beg for my own release. But my body exploded with them.

Do you remember as kids yelling, "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream"? Well that was us, except Alexis was screaming in orgasm, I screamed in orgasm, although it was muffled and Charles mostly grunted. But it was spectacular, even if I did earn a later punishment for cumming without permission. As she began to calm down, Mistress released my head enough that I could look up and see the bright smile on her face. I smiled back at her as I felt Charles pull his cock from me. I expected a flood of his cum to drip out of my well used hole and down my thighs. But instead I felt the plug he had me bring to the bed being pushed into my ass. With another spank, more playful this time, he said, "Keep that in until you have to poop again." Trapping his cum seemed like the most loving thing I could do to show my devotion to them.

Alexis got up and started to get dressed. I continued to lay on the bed while Charles walked around to have me clean his cock. I was unconcerned that it had just been in my ass. My job was to serve them any way I could. Alexis announced that she was going next door to meet Ava and see if she had been listening. I was sure she would answer yes as I knew we had been hard to miss. I did wonder if Ava would admit to masturbating to our vocal performance. I wouldn't have if I was her, but Alexis could be very persuasive, so who knew. If she hadn't cum herself, perhaps Mistress would convert another straight girl.

I lazily slurped Master's cock, having nowhere else to go and knowing he had to wait for Alexis to return. I had questions about the cameras, but that could wait. I was really trying to keep him hard so he would give me another taste treat. But alas, he did pull out and then, grabbing the box he had been carrying, set up a final camera, at least I assumed it was the final camera, on my dresser and pointing at the bed. I suppose in the back of my mind I knew I would never have privacy in my own apartment, but I was still buzzing with endorphins and felt warm all over, so in the moment, I was just happy they cared enough to watch me.

By the time he was finished, Alexis had returned and she had instructions. "You look amazing with your new adornments and I loved that you answered the door naked. From now on, you are to strip when you walk in the door. Leave the door open until you remove all your clothes. We'll get a notification from the camera that you're home and we might do a spot check to see if you followed orders. If you're in your apartment, you are to be naked and that includes if you Door Dash dinner. The party is on Saturday two weeks from now," she continued. "You won't be fully healed by then, but you should be healed enough that if you get touched, it won't do any damage. Of course your ass will be available if needed."

I didn't understand the if needed qualifier. Was there a chance I wouldn't get fucked at the party?

"So for two weeks, no orgasms, no touching yourself, except your ass and perhaps careful use of your pussy with supervision." I sensed that Mistress was done, although the thought of two weeks without an orgasm was terrible.

"Did you talk to Ava?" I asked. She had been gone several minutes so I assumed they had.

"Yes," Mistress replied. "Such a charming girl. And apparently she had developed a bit of a crush on you from listening to you through the wall and watching you on the balcony."

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"If fact," Mistress continued. "She's going to help you with a problem you have before the party."

My ears perked up when she said that. What problem did I have and how could Ava help?

"Your oral skills need work. Not with cock, of course, but with women. If you expect to get a favorable result from the group, you need to improve so the wives vote for you. I'm sure the guys are on the side of three new holes. I told Ava that when she got horny, she could come over and you would eat her pussy. She told me she was horny a lot. We'll know how you're progressing. The cameras record based on a motion trigger and have audio as well. We can even speak to each other. That would probably freak Ava out, so don't mention it, but we will have instructions for you. She said Kyle, that's her boyfriend right, won't be home for a few hours, so I expect you will have a visitor soon. Don't disappoint us."

Mistress had left no room for discussion with her instructions and I knew better than to question them. But I felt like I had to say something so I asked about Kay. And after receiving positive feedback, I told them that I thought, "She'd love it if I wore a strap-on if I get to massage her again. That would let her experience another part of her fantasy." Alexis just kind of shook her head. "She might," she said, "But you don't need to think. I know exactly what she craves. You may be involved, or you may not be, but you don't need to worry about it. We know what's best for you."

That shut me up. They both kissed me on the cheek and left the apartment. I was still on my lust high and wondering how soon Ava would show up. I wanted to keep my buzz going. I wasn't instructed to serve her beyond eating her pussy and I wondered if she was expecting anything else. Mistress hadn't mentioned Kyle. I would guess he would want at least a blowjob if he found out Ava was getting regular oral from the neighbor. But I would cross that bridge if he showed up. My Master and Mistress would be notified if I had any other guests and could chime in if it happened. I didn't have long to worry about it. Maybe a minute later there was a knock at the door. Ava had probably been watching through her peephole to see when Alexis left. I took a deep breath and walked to my front door. Somehow I was calm opening the door even though I was still naked. It was Ava. She was wearing a silk robe. Two weeks ago I wouldn't have given that a second thought, but now? Damn she looked cute. The fact that she probably was here to test what Mistress told her and my arousal returning. That was hot. I moved to the side and let her walk inside.

"So you're naked just like Alexis said you would be," were the first words out of her mouth.

"Yes," I replied. "Are you here because of something else she told you?"

"Maybe," she kind of stammered. "I mean, I've never been with a woman before."

"It's just oral," I reminded her. "And you don't have to do anything."

"Kyle hates going down on me," she confessed. "Actually, all my boyfriends have not been very good at it and mostly just did it if I promised to reciprocate."

"No reciprocation with me," I said. "I think I'm pretty good, but Alexis says I need practice."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. My Mistress certainly made her an unexpected offer and I was sure she was thinking there was some kind of catch.

"Seriously," I reiterated. "You sit or lie down, I eat your pussy, hopefully you cum and then you go home and hopefully I get to listen to you and Kyle tonight." Actually that last part was a lie. Under strict orders not to masturbate, I really hoped they didn't get it on tonight.

"OK," she said quietly like she couldn't believe she agreed to this. Then she looked around the room. "Is it better for you if I sit or if I lie down?"

It didn't really matter much to me. I figured she would be a quick cummer based on the sounds that came through the wall, but if I put her in my bed, I could save my knees from another round of kneeling. "Let's try the bed for your first time," I told her and started walking to my bedroom. I had not considered that the bed was a mess from my earlier rendezvous or that Ava might be nervous laying down where Alexis had been. I also did not consider that Kyle might come home early and hear us. But when Ava untied the sash on her robe and jumped into my bed, those concerns vanished. I should have offered this long before Alexis ordered it.

I was just about to climb in bed with her when I had a kinky thought. I picked up the discarded sash of her robe and handed it back to her. Then I said, "Can you tie my hands with this before we start?"

I turned so my back faced the bed and put my wrists behind my back. I wasn't sure how she would react. Would she just run screaming back to her apartment? But I had two very good reasons. First, as you know, I loved to be tied and this would excite me more than just tasting this forbidden fruit would normally allow. Second, although I had not told her about the cameras, I knew Alexis and Charles would be watching. When I felt her start wrapping the silk fabric around my wrists, I knew I'd made the right choice. It was soft and not tight. I could get out of the tie if I needed to, but I wanted to make her cum better than she had with any man first and not being able to finger her meant I would have to rely on my tongue.

Sans the use of my hands, it was tougher to crawl between her legs, but that delay only heightened my desire to do it right. Her pussy was already wet when my tongue first contacted her folds. Not as wet as my perpetually sodden one, but it showed she was ready to experience her first womanly love.

At first she just lay there not really participating, holding my head or making much noise. Was she scared to show she was enjoying it? My tongue told me a different story as her juices quickly started flowing and her scent filled my nostrils. I told her it was alright to just lay back and enjoy herself. That started bringing her out of her shell a bit. I heard some moans and her hips started moving a bit. Basically it was like a reserved version of Alexis. No thrashing, just rolling undulating and quiet little whimpers of pleasure. But it was nice. It told me I was on the right track.

Finally she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter against her. Again, not like Alexis who would basically crush me against her pussy and cut off my air supply. But in a possessive, please don't stop I'm going to cum way. And soon after, she did. I didn't have any reference data to evaluate how well she came, but if her compliments after were an indication, for her, it was a good one. Was it her best ever? I doubted it. Or maybe I just hoped she had better before. But now that the taboo of coming on another woman's face was broken, maybe she'd be more relaxed if she came back again and really get into it.

Ava didn't stick around to chat. She didn't exactly sprint to the door, but she quickly untied my hands so she could secure her robe before entering the hallway. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Thank you," before adding, "Kyle will be home soon. I have to run." I went back to my bedroom and pulled out my noise cancelling headphones just in case. I was about to walk back into the living room when I heard Mistress' voice from the tiny speaker in the camera.

"You did very well, pet," she said. I spun around expecting to be able to see her, forgetting that she could now watch me remotely at any time. "It was a nice touch that you had her tie your wrists. Did that excite you?"

I wasn't sure how well the built-in microphone would pick me up so I got close to the camera. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Just eating her was exciting, but when she agreed to tie me, that was even better."

"Sit on the edge of your bed and spread your legs," she commanded me. I quickly complied. Then she told me to "Put your hands on your head again." Like before, I was spread open for her viewing pleasure with nowhere to hide.

"This is an inspection pose," she told me, "And you will learn it well. Usually it will be done standing, but it can be sitting like you are or even kneeling."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Inspection pose."

"Tell me, slut," she started, "If she had not tied you, would you have touched yourself?"

"I didn't want to risk it," I confessed. "I'd like to think I could have avoided it, but I am not 100% sure."

"I can see we'll have to do something about that," she responded without giving any more context.

For about fifteen minutes, Alexis interrogated me about my experience with Ava and made me praise what she and Charles had done earlier. That was the easy part. Confessing my lustful thoughts about how turned on her ordering me to service Ava made me was more difficult. The more intimate the questions got, from a faceless speaker where I knew at least one person was watching me on the other side, the more aroused I became. After about ten minutes, I realized I liked being watched by her remotely and not knowing when she and Charles might be spying on me. I'd already promised myself to them, so this seemed like a logical extension.

Nearing the end of our conversation, of course she asked if I wanted to cum again. What was I going to say? "No." Unfortunately, that permission wasn't on her agenda. I think she just wanted to taunt me. She made the excuse that I needed to heal more, but I knew I could touch my clit without touching the piercing. At the same time, following her command not to masturbate was arousing in its own right. She vaguely intimated that we might be able to work something out in that regard, but I knew in my heart she was just teasing and that she intended to make sure I suffered the full two weeks.

By the end of our conversation, my pussy was soaked, my nipples were rock hard and I had not touched either. Truthfully my nipples had basically been hard since the piercing, but they felt extra hard now and were begging to be touched. Alas, Mistress signed off with the admonition not to masturbate and the reminder that they would know if I had. It was going to be a long night.

I headed back to the living room to watch some TV and chill. After initially staring more at the camera than my TV in case they were watching, I kind of gave up worrying about it and started to relax. I still had the urge to touch myself and I had not removed the plug yet. At this point that probably was driving my arousal. But all good things have to come to an end, and I really needed to poop, so I got up and headed to the bathroom. Normally I would have just pulled it out, put it in the sink and then done my business. But I knew the cameras had a motion sensor and would start recording when it was triggered, so even though I had wondered if my Master and Mistress were just watching the feed watching me wander around my apartment, when I entered the bathroom I made sure to wave at the camera to trigger the sensor. I wasn't sure how sensitive it was to movement so I wanted to be sure. I then faced away from the camera, trying to guess how to best frame my ass for the lens and bent forward. I then started tugging on the plug. It did not want to come out. The lube from earlier was long since dried up and I'm guessing Master's cum had done the same. So I had to work it, twisting, pulling, pushing and forcing my ass to stretch again until it finally popped free. If my owners ever did review this footage, I am sure they would have been amused by my struggles.

Free from the plug, I hurried to the toilet. Sitting down, I realized the camera was pointing in that direction. I mean, I knew that, but I don't think it hit me at that moment that there would be a recording of me pooping. So I did the only thing a submissive slut should do. I spread my legs and put my hands on my head. If Alexis was going to inspect me, she could do it then as well. If they were watching, they didn't say anything and my pooping didn't take long and my butthole was definitely gaping. After I was done, I cleaned the plug while I washed my hands. I then dried it and put it away. I had the order to always be naked in my apartment and I wondered if being plugged would be added to that command.

I watched a little more TV and then decided an early bedtime was a good idea. Shortly after lying down, my noise cancelling headphones became a necessary tool to avoid listening to Ava and Kyle. At least somebody was getting the fucking I desired. Ava seemed inspired and very vocally urged Kyle to greatness. I couldn't tell if that was because I had pleasured her or if she was just taunting me too. It didn't really matter.

I had expected to have another task from Alexis waiting for me when I woke up. It had been a restless night because I didn't like sleeping with the headphones on and because even after Ava and Kyle had finished, my libido was still full steam ahead. I went to work, but I struggled to remain focused. The bars in my nipples and the ball on my clit were a constant distraction. Late in the day, another package arrived for me. Our receptionist was getting more curious about who my secret admirer was, but I refused to tell her. I assumed this was something I shouldn't share and when I finally got it to the relative safety of my desk, I opened it. I was correct that I shouldn't share the contents around the office.

The box contained a set of leather cuffs. They were not unlike the kind I'd worn at Charles and Alexis' house. But what was different, instead of including a carabiner to hold them together, something I could get out of if I needed to, there was a box labeled Digital Lock. I picked up the box and looked at the picture. It looked like a standard padlock, but it had an LCD screen. It also had a cable where the normal steel loop would be. I was intrigued. Looking at the back it had more details. The timer could be set anywhere from 5 minutes to 48 hours. Obviously this was designed for bondage use since I couldn't figure out what else you would only lock up for a set time. The box didn't say that, of course, but I knew that was the purpose. Surprisingly there was no note or further instructions. Just looking at it excited me and I knew my work day was over.

I hurried home with my new toys and as soon as I walked in the door, I took my clothes off as ordered without shutting my front door. I knew the motion detector on the living room camera triggered the recording to start so I knew my owners would see I had followed orders. Once I was naked, I shut the door and then walked closer to the camera. I held up the box and said, "Thank You." I was sure this gift was from them. I took the cuffs out and attached them to my wrists. It felt so good to feel leather on my skin again. I didn't lock them because I wanted further instructions first. I was considering plugging myself when there was a knock at the door. I theorized that Ava had been watching for me to come home. I knew it wasn't someone from outside because they had not rang the door buzzer to get into the building. Swinging open the door and exposing myself again, I saw Ava in the same silk robe she wore yesterday.

I stepped back letting her in and she started untying the sash again. "Do you want this again?" she asked, handing the fabric to me. She sounded too sweet to be about to drop her robe so I could service her and too sweet to be offering to tie me up. I waited until she was as naked as I was before drawing her attention to the cuffs.

"Not necessary," I told her. "My Mistress sent me a gift. You can help me set it up though."

"What's to set up?" she asked. "It looks like you already know how to use them."

"Oh," I exclaimed. "Stupid me. I forgot it came with a timer."

Ava definitely looked confused until I showed her the box. "So I could bind you and you couldn't get free until after Kyle gets home," she said. I didn't want to answer yes, but I think my eyes told her what she needed to know. "Let's try 60 minutes," she added. "He won't be home for an hour and a half."

I didn't want to tell her she could bind me and just leave before he got home. We looked at the instructions and like a good friend, she suggested we set it to five minutes to test it. I wanted to test it on my new cuffs, but the logic of just making sure it would open again made sense. I'd hate for it to be stuck and then have to find someone with wire cutters to free me. It was awkward. We basically sat there and stared at the timer without talking. I could have been munching on her pussy or we could have made small talk, but we were both focused on what would happen when the timer hit zero.

I think we were both kind of excited when the clock showed 0:00 and we heard a click. Maybe Ava had some secret bondage fantasies or maybe she was just excited to get me between her legs. Either way, we reset the timer for an hour, she sat on the couch and spread her legs. I bound my own wrists. It was a bit of a struggle to get the lock set, but I knew that was something I would have to learn to do, so I didn't ask for help. I assumed Alexis was watching as I knelt between Ava's thighs. If she was, her microphone was muted as we heard no sounds, but I liked to think she was. This simple submissive thought had my pussy dripping, especially as Ava's got juicer and juicer on my tongue. I wanted to bring her off quicker than yesterday. I assumed she would relax easier than our first encounter and based on how quickly she started squirming and moaning, I think that was right.

I didn't have a stopwatch so I can't be sure if she came quicker or took longer, but she definitely was moving her hips more, leaking more juice into my mouth and she came much, much louder. She held my mouth tightly against her sex and humped my face as her body quivered, seemingly for several minutes, although I'm sure I may be exaggerating that. I know I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that she lifted my head up, leaned forward herself and gave me a passionate kiss tasting her own flavor. Her level of passion surprised me, not that I minded.

"Please let me return the favor," she said. Of course I declined. She seemed kind of miffed, so I explained that my Mistress had forbidden me to cum. Ava responded, "I'll just lick your pussy a little then. I want to taste you." I would have loved nothing more than to let her do that, but I'm sure if she even touched my clit, I would have exploded.

"I'm sorry Ava," I told her. "It's not you. I'd love nothing more than to have you between my legs. I'd cum almost instantly. But I can't. Even if you just finger me, I don't think I could handle it right now."

"I wish I understood the reasons," Ava continued. "I guess you'll just have to eat me again." With that, she pulled my head back to her pussy. I happily started slurping until the timer released my cuffs. Technically it was a few minutes after that so she could reach her third orgasm. After she left, I heard Alexis' voice from the camera.

"You did very well pet," she said. "Now stand in front of the camera and finger your pussy."

I stood facing the camera and spread my legs. I hoped she could see the wetness dripping down my thighs. "Mistress, I am afraid if I do this, I will cum. I don't want to disappoint you."

"You'll be fine. I just want you to taste what you deprived poor Ava. She really wanted to go down on you.

Hearing that almost made the command worse. Alexis obviously was only going to let me touch myself for a few seconds. That was still better than nothing, but she was correct that, even as horny as I was, I never was in risk of climaxing because she made sure I didn't touch my clit and she only let me touch my pussy for a few seconds. She was also correct in assuming when I sucked the juice off my fingers I would love it.

"Maybe I can just let Ava touch me like this for a couple of seconds," I offered.

"Neither of you could probably handle that," my Mistress told me. Of course she was right.

"In fact," she continued. "I'm worried about tonight." That sounded ominous.

"I want you to cuff your hands behind your back when you go to sleep. Set the timer for eight hours."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. What else could I say?

Mistress was wise to order me to bind myself before going to bed. Each day of her orgasm exile made it harder and harder not to touch myself. During the day I could mitigate my needs by thinking of other things and pleasuring Ava gave me a lovely distraction, but when I tried to sleep, I was haunted by erotic dreams of my submission. I kept waking up with a dripping pussy demanding attention. It didn't help that each day I got a new package with some other kind of kinky toy. Mistress send me nipple clips, I assume to taunt me since I still couldn't play with my nipples, a strap-on, perhaps for me to use on Ava or Kay but something I couldn't use without permission to cum and until after my clit piercing healed, and even a bit gag. At least that one she could order me to use during our now nightly video edging sessions. Or should I say she watched me and I could only hear her voice. It was maddening as I could hear someone between her legs but couldn't see her getting pleasured.

Saturday morning was the worst. I woke to a text message saying Kay wanted another massage. That wasn't a surprise, but her husband Jacob had told me he usually got a massage Saturday morning as well. Getting my hands on his wife had been very stimulating for me. And since he was my Master's age, at least close, my daddy fetish might kick in if I was touching him. I replied to Mistress that I didn't mind going, but I also inquired whether I was to make him cum like I did for his wife. Alexis actually surprised me by saying that decision was up to me. I wouldn't mind blowing him, but I didn't like not being ordered to do it. I would have preferred if she made the choice for me. And if I gave him a happy ending, would he assume I did the same for his wife? And if he did, would that be a problem. I can overthink things. I resolved to just go there and play the scene by ear. I couldn't let him fuck me because I'd cum to easily. Even if I offered him my ass, preferably with my face between her legs, I'd cum almost instantly after a week without orgasms. That outcome was a non-starter in my mind.

I sent Kay a text to confirm her "appointment" and asked her what time to arrive. She said Jacob was playing golf in the late morning, so he had to be done by 9:45. I told her I would be there at 9. At 8:55 I was dressed in my scrubs and rang their doorbell. Nothing seemed to have changed since I was last there. Jacob reiterated that they got a discount when they both got a massage and I said that was fine. I didn't care about the money. I suggested he go first since he needed to be done early. Then Kay escorted me to the guest bedroom they used for massages, while Jacob went to take his clothes off.

"Last time was incredible, Maddie," she told me in a hushed tone. "I assume your services will be available again?"

"Yes, Mam," I told her tying to sound professional instead of saying, "I want to fuck you this time."

"Good," she said, "Because after we were done, I practically raped my husband."

"I'm sure he enjoyed it," I said.

Jacob soon returned wearing only a towel. He climbed up on the table laying face down. Kay left us alone and shut the door. I didn't know if that was their normal pattern or if they had something else planned, for example, the happy ending I worried about. His massage started normally enough, but soon he was asking me about how my massage with his wife went. I tried not to give him any information, but when he told me about her jumping on him after I left, I knew I had to say something.

"Maybe she just missed you because you were out of town," I said.

"Maybe, but she never reacted like that to my return before," he replied. "I think she preferred having you massage her instead of Tariq."

"Is Tariq her regular Masseur?" I asked. She had never told me his name, just that he was gay.

"Yes," Jacob confirmed. "I just think you turned her on. Are you gay like Tariq?"

I had to tread very carefully. "No, I'm not a lesbian," I told him. That wasn't a lie. I considered myself very bisexual, although if I ever had to make a choice between Mistress Alexis and Master Charles, I think you know who would win.

"Do you give happy endings?" he asked next. That was pretty forward to just come out and say it.

"Did Tariq?" I asked back.

Jacob chuckled. "I never asked him. Not my thing."

"To answer your questions," I continued, "No. That's not a service I provide." Technically that was a lie, but hopefully his wife had not filled him in on our last encounter.

"Too bad," he said. "I'd throw in an extra hundred for relaxation services."

"Thanks, but I'm not that kind of girl," I told him.

Soon after he rolled over and I noticed his towel was raised in an obvious location. I looked down at his crotch and I knew he saw me do it.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"I'm sure," I replied. "But don't you think your wife may want you again after her massage? If what you're saying is true that she got excited, she'll need some relief too."

"You may be right, but I think she fantasizes about Tariq fucking her," he confessed.

"Don't you think about other women?" I asked. "You just asked me to get you off."

"Of course I do," he replied. "And I'm sure she thinks about other guys. It's natural after 25 years of marriage. That's why I made sure we hired a gay masseur. But you're not gay and you're very attractive."

I was working on massaging his chest and by the time I moved down to his legs, his erection was obviously straining the towel. My resolve not to blow him or at least give him a hand job was starting to falter. My constant diet of pussy had me craving cock.

"You might be right about Kay," I said trying to formulate the best words to make it sound like, well I'm not sure what I was trying to make it sound like. I was just trying to get his massage finished.

"When I was massaging her, we talked about girl things. You know how women talk," I told him. "At some point we talked about sex. I talked about my boyfriend and she told me how wonderful you are. I didn't think much of it, but she did tell me she wondered what it would be like if Tariq got hard from touching her. She didn't say it, but I got the impression she wished it was true and that he would take advantage of her."

"That does sound like her," Jacob confirmed, his cock twitching while he said it. Why was I focusing on his cock?

"We sometimes play games where we play cards or a board game and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. Nothing kinky, but I think she likes when I take charge. Do you think she acted on that impulse?"

"With a gay guy?" I asked. "Not likely. But she probably thought about it when she jumped you," I said with a smile.

"Yeah," he said, a little dejected. "Perhaps we can figure out something."

I thought for a moment. I liked Kay and I really enjoyed getting her off last time. I would have loved using my new strap-on with her, but that was weeks away at best after I healed.

"How fast do you have to leave for the golf course?" I asked Jacob.

"Pretty soon," he replied, probably still hoping for his happy ending.

"Can you push back your tee time?" I pressed.

"Maybe," he said, still unsure of what I was talking about.

"If you're willing, I'll start her massage and get her relaxed. You pretend to leave, but you hang out. I'll excuse myself to go to the bathroom, then you come in and do what comes naturally to her," I proposed. This was either a brilliant plan or a terrible one. But when a man thinks he is going to get sex, in his mind, any plan is a good one so we agreed to try.

Jacob got up and left to get dressed. I hoped Kay didn't notice his erection as they passed in the hallway. She came in, already wearing just her towel that I expected her to shed quickly. I thought of something to make this encounter a bit more of a surprise for her.

I threw her for a loop because I asked if she had a sleep mask. The look on her face was one of confusion. "I don't want you to have expectations about today," I told her as if that explained anything. She didn't respond but got off the table and left the room. Jacob returned before her, but not by much. He was dressed in what I assume was golf attire, not that I knew, and kind of winked saying, "Things are arranged." Before I could answer Kay returned and told him, "Have fun today." Both Jacob and I interpreted that in different ways.

He left the room and soon her phone chirped that the garage door opened. She put on the mask and then looked toward where she last saw me. "Like this?" she asked.

"Perfect," I said. "Climb up on the table." She reached out to find the edge of the table and just before crawling up, she dropped the towel. That didn't surprise me. I'd been expecting it. She lay down on her stomach. I hoped in her mind she was picturing Tariq at the head of the table pulling his cock out and feeding it to her. In fact, I was planning on her fantasy taking hold.

"I've been very tense for the last couple of days," she said. "Please don't take it easy on me."

"Of course mam," I said as the garage door chirped again letting Kay know her husband had gone. I oiled her up and started her massage. I worked her shoulders and back firmer than I had the last time, and without her towel, there was no pretence of her telling me to go lower toward her butt. It didn't take long for her arousal markers to make an appearance. I don't think she really needed the charade of this being a massage for round two. I ignored her legs and slid my right hand between her thighs.

"Is this what mam wants?" I said in a sarcastic tone as my fingers touched her wetness. Her response was a moan. I slowly rubbed her pussy, but I didn't finger fuck her. I wanted to build her up like last time. Kay was not pleased I was going slowly. "We both know what I want," she finally said. "Don't make me wait."

"I'm sorry mam," I said. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Fuck you, you tease," she hissed. I responded by slapping her butt like I had done last time but a little firmer. "That's not a nice thing to say," I mocked her, although I secretly loved that she was so direct. "You'd better roll over then," I told her. She quickly did. Her nipples were like little rocks and she spread her legs to give me more access to her now dripping pussy. I took her right nipple between my left thumb and middle finger and started rolling it around. My right hand found her pussy again, although this time I mimicked what I did last time by curling my middle finger inside her pussy and using my thumb to stimulate her clit.

"Is this better mam?" I asked.

"Oh God, yes," she cried out.

"Imagine Tariq is standing next to the table and he feeds his cock into your mouth," I told her. She opened her mouth as if she was giving him a target. That's a pretty hot fantasy I thought to myself. Maybe I could get the swing group to do it with me. It was obvious from the heat, smell and wetness emanating from her pussy that she was going to cum soon, far too quickly for my plan. I wanted her to cum with her husband. I also figured she would be more likely to let him fulfill her fantasy if she still needed to climax.

"It's a shame you don't have a dildo," I told her. "I could fuck you and you could pretend it's Tariq."

That elicited another moan. Then she responded, "I have one in my nightstand. It's in the bottom drawer under some towels where my husband won't find it."

"You're a naughty girl," I chastised her.

"Just horny when Jacob isn't around," she claimed.

"I'll be right back," I told her. "Roll back over and raise up on your knees. Imagine Tariq is still filling your mouth from the head of the table and his friend is going to do you doggie style."

That must have been part of her fantasy she had not shared because she flipped herself right over. She then put her own hand under her body and between her legs. That was a problem because I didn't want her to make herself cum just yet. I gave her butt another swat.

"Don't cum until I get back, Miss Naughty," I scolded her.

She groaned. "I'm so close," she pleaded.

"It will be better if you wait. Tariq wants you to wait," I said. Whether she believed that or not, I don't know. She was lost in her fantasy world and her husband was about to bring her back to reality. I opened the door. I was surprised Jacob wasn't there. He was down the hallway in the living room. His pants were off and he was stroking himself. I have to admit, his cock was nice looking. Maybe I should have given him a happy ending, sent him away and then had my way with his wife.

"She's all ready for you," I told him. "Don't say a word. Just do what comes naturally."

Jacob walked past me, his cock dangling obscenely in front of him. I was going to leave, but I was curious how this would work out, so I followed him. My own pussy felt the need for cock probably as much as Kay's did. But she was about to get some. I still had to wait. I was happy that Jacob followed my advice and didn't say anything. I'm sure Kay heard the footsteps, but she was still expecting me to slide her dildo home. Or maybe put it in her mouth first. I don't think she expected her first sensation would be a real cock sliding into her pussy.

When she yelled, "Oh my God!" again, I can't say I was surprised. I kind of expected her to shout out Tariq's name, but I'm glad she didn't instead opting to praise her husband for staying home to take care of her. I watched for maybe a minute. That's how long it took her to cum. I took that as my queue to leave. Jacob was still pounding away at her and I knew if I stayed, I would just be torturing myself in need. I didn't say goodbye and I didn't take the money. I'd accomplished my goals and I wanted to get home and talk to my Mistress. Maybe she would say I'd done well and reward me with an invitation to come over and pleasure her and Master.

Alas that was not to be. When I got home, I stripped naked and stood in front of the living room camera. Making sure the motion sensor triggered it to record, I gave her a detailed recap of my encounter. But neither Alexis or Charles responded. I was left to spend the day unbelievably horny with no relief in sight. Even Ava didn't stop by to distract me with her delectable pussy. I slept with my wrists cuffed again that night for safety. Sunday wasn't much better, although early in the evening Alexis did Facetime me. She was naked as well. I appreciated seeing her in all her glory.

Had I known her plan, I might not have been so happy. But soon, at her direction, my butt was plugged, my wrist were cuffed, I was on my hands and knees and I was watching my Master fuck her from behind captured on her iPad. None of my calls to join them, or to masturbate or to call Kyle next door to fuck me while they watched were heeded. For the second time this weekend I was taunted watching something I could not have. It was terrible, although I must confess, Charles really fucked her well. I did not detect any acting on her part for my benefit. I tried to hump my blanket to get any stimulation on my clit I could. There was a little bit from the piercing, but not enough. Similarly, my nipples got some stimulation from being in a face down position, but again, it wasn't enough. I craved more and that just seemed to amuse them.

Eventually Charles came. Alexis already had a couple of times. He pulled out of her and moved to the head of their bed. I thought he was going to give her a facial, but instead he told me to get up close to my phone and beg for his cum. I quickly realized he was going to give me a virtual facial. I'd never done that before. I did my best to position my face filling the screen and opened my mouth. It was weird to see his cock spurt and coat the screen, but not feel his warm sticky mess. Still, it was the best I was going to get for another week, so I welcomed his gift and pretended to lick my screen cleaning up his mess.

I had one more week of orgasm denial to go and it wasn't any easier than the first week. Alexis and I chatted and even had phone sex. Well she had the sex part masturbating why I described my struggles and how my love of serving her grew stronger every day. Ava stopped by a couple of times and I was pretty much spending all my time at home with my hands bound unless I was showering or eating. I was counting the days until the party, then counting the hours and finally the minutes until I learned my fate. Even if they rejected me, I knew I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life, even if it was at my own hand sitting in the car. I also knew I'd learned a lot about myself and my need for submission. If this group wasn't the right fit, I'm sure I could find a different dominant or dominants. But that was just idle speculation. The party was going to go well. Alexis and Charles would accept me as their permanent slave and the group would invite me to serve them on a regular basis. Kay and Jacob treated me like a call-girl, but I wanted to be an on-call girl, ready to dispatch to my Master and Mistress or any of the group to provide for their needs. I sat watching the clock most of Saturday until I finally decided to shower, wash my hair and do my make-up. I put on my sexiest dress, sans panties or a bra. I assumed I would be naked most of the night anyway. Then I waited.

Alexis had not told me what time the party started. When she finally called me at 8pm, I had started to get worried that I'd been rejected before even getting a chance to prove myself. She told me the party started at 9 and she would text me the address. She told me to get an Uber because if things went well, I wouldn't be going home tonight. That sounded promising. When the text with the address arrived, I quickly looked it up and it looked like a typical house in the neighborhood. I was a little worried that the party wasn't at their house. Honestly I wanted to be in both their play rooms. I opened the Uber app and put in the destination. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse with my keys and wallet in it and headed outside to wait. This is where my life was headed and I was ready.

The Uber ride was uneventful, except for my nervousness growing with each mile. As we arrived at the house, my phone chirped again. It was from a number I didn't recognize. The instruction said to go into the garage using the side entrance. It also said there would be a box with further instructions. When I had completed the tasks, I was to knock on the door and I would be collected. I felt a flash flood in my pussy. The thought of turning back never crossed my mind. I thanked the driver and walked up the driveway and then around the side. If he was still watching, that probably confused the Uber driver. The driveway was full and there were cars on the street so it was obvious some kind of party was going on. If the driver only knew.

I found the door. It was unlocked as promised and the lights were on. There was a box on the hood of one of the cars. There was also a sheet of paper. The hand written instructions were definitely scribed by a woman. I took a deep breath and started reading. It was now or never.