A Month to a Changed Woman: Intro

Mr. White got up and went to Mrs. White's side of the bed. He opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out Mrs. White's vibrating dildo.

"Oooh, are you going to play with me?" she asked him.

"No, I thought I'd watch you play with yourself," Mr. White said with a smile.

Mrs. White looked shocked; I guess this was also something that they did not do.

"But you said that you'd take care of me," Mrs. White complained.

"No, I said that I'd make sure that you were relieved," he responded. "Now I want to see my bitch play with herself."

Mrs. White gasped when her loving husband called her his bitch, but she took the vibrator and started playing with it around her pussy. She started thrusting in and out while watching Mr. White watching her.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Good," she replied, "but not as good as your cock."

"You'll get more of that later," he said with a laugh. We both watched as Mrs. White squeezed her nipples, rubbed her clit and shoved the dildo in and out.

"Are you getting close?" Mr. White asked after a while.

"Yes, but I can't seem to push myself over!" Mrs. White whined.

"Maybe this will help," Mr. White said, as he leaned over and took a nipple between his teeth. He grabbed her other nipple in one hand, squeezing hard, eliciting a sharp moan from Mrs. White.

He stuck a finger into her mouth and said, "Lubricate this."

She sucked on his finger, then he took it away. He bit down on her nipple as he suddenly shoved his finger up her ass.

"No, not there!" she screamed, but at the same time she came violently.

He moved away from Mrs. White and watched as she came down from her orgasm. She lay on the bed, unable to move, as he took the dildo into the bathroom. He washed it off and got a washcloth and cleaned Mrs. White up. She still didn't move or make a sound as he tucked her in and got into bed next to her. I tiptoed out of the sitting room and went to my room, where I stripped my clothes off and retrieved my own dildo. I quickly brought myself off, finishing up with my finger up my ass. I couldn't wait to relate this night's activities to Maria.

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The rest of the week, Mrs. White treated the staff a little better. It was no miraculous change, but though I did not peek again, I think that Mr. White was keeping Mrs. White satisfied each night. Thursday rolled around again, and Maria returned. I made her lick me as I related the details of what I had seen, and Maria had a couple of fingers at work in her pussy.

When Mrs. White came home, she was once again frustrated. Obviously, the liaison with her tennis pro did not go any better. When she slipped into the hot tub, I noticed that her ass was red; she had clearly encouraged some spanking from her lover, but her frustration level indicated that it did not work. After dosing her with the medicine, I returned to Maria and related what I had seen.

"Excellent," was her response. "Time to crank it up a notch."

She wandered over to the hot tub and joined a relaxed Mrs. White. Thirty minutes later she was back for a follow up session with me. This time, she was the one spread naked on the bed while I had my head between her legs. I brought her right up to the point of orgasm, then I moved my tongue away, allowing it to return only to gently brush her lips.

"Oh, god, you've got me so close!" she moaned. "Make me cum!"

She moved her hands towards her clit, but I wouldn't let her touch herself. I raised my head and asked, "What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?"

"It's a secret," she said, squirming to put her pussy in contact with my mouth.

I didn't respond, but I didn't progress either.

"Make me cum!" she moaned.

"What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?" I repeated.

"I'll tell you after you make me cum," she said in frustration.

I gently licked her pussy in one long swipe and asked, "What have you been telling Mrs. White to do?"

"Damn you!" she moaned. "I made some suggestions so that she couldn't cum without her husband present. She couldn't cum with her lovers, and she couldn't even make herself cum by masturbating. If she tried really hard, she probably could have made herself cum, but it would not be easy."

"What else?" I asked.

"I made it so that she couldn't cum without some rough handling," she explained. "Now, in order to cum, there has to be a little pain. I reinforced that she was a bad girl, a real bitch, and she deserved to be punished, and her husband was the one that should punish her. I got her to believe that it would be OK for her to cum if she'd been punished."

"What did you tell her this week?" I asked.

"Uh, uh," she said. "It's a surprise, and I'm not going to give in. I'd rather leave frustrated. But I promise I'll tell you next week."

That was good enough for me, so I dove in, shoving my tongue as deeply as I could up her dripping cunt while I pressed the tip of my nose into her clit. Remembering what she had done to Mrs. White, I shoved a moistened finger up her asshole too, all of which elicited screams of passion and a squirt of cum, right into my mouth.

"Oh, you bitch!" she said. "Sticking a finger up my ass was unfair!"

"Well, that's what Mrs. White got," I said.

"I had nothing to do with that!" she said. "Her husband is taking some initiative where he sees the advantage."

"Good for him," I said. I finished cleaning her with my tongue and kissed her goodbye.

*Week 3*

When Mr. White got home on Thursday night, Mrs. White didn't attack him as she had done the previous week. She was very flirty however, and they headed up to bed soon after dinner was over. I couldn't help myself, and I once again snuck into the sitting room.

By the time I got there, they were already going at it. Mrs. White was once again on the bed, and Mr. White was on top, pumping his cock into her pussy. Given the squelching noises cumming from her pussy, Mrs. White was clearly enjoying herself.

"Hold me down," I heard Mrs. White say in a quiet voice.

"What?" Mr. White asked.

"Hold me down," she repeated. "Hold my arms down. Pin me to the bed and take me!"

Mr. White looked at her momentarily, then reached down and bit her nipple lightly while pinning her hands above her head as requested.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as she struggled to escape his clutches. "The big strong man has his little bitch in his power. He could do anything to her!"

She was working herself quickly to an orgasm, and she was taking him right with her. She screamed as he began plunging into her even harder, and soon Mr. White grunted and unloaded right into his wife. He collapsed onto Mrs. White, and soon rolled off. Without any prompting, Mrs. White moved her head down to her husband's crotch and started lapping up their combined juices.

"Mmmmm, you are such a good little bitch," he said, and she groaned in pleasure around his cock.

In a remarkably short period of time she had revived his cock to a reasonable hardness. She looked up at him and said, "You know, if you tie me up then I would be helpless, and you could fuck me anywhere... I mean any way that you'd like, and I'd be unable to stop you, no matter how much I hated it."

We both stared at her in shock. That was pretty out of character. Even I could see what she was offering, no, begging for. When Mr. White got over his shock, he said, "That is an excellent idea, my little bitch. Go get me four ties."

Mrs. White scurried over to the closet and soon returned with a handful of ties. Mr. White laid her in the middle of the bed and stretched her hands above her head, fastening them to the headboard. Then he tied another two ties around her ankles and pulled her legs back toward her head and spread to the side. I would never be able to be put into that position, but Mrs. White was much more flexible than me.

When Mrs. White was all tied up, Mr. White stepped back to look at her, and I took a good look as well. Mrs. White's blonde hair was spread out around her head. Her blue eyes were glazed over, and I could see that she had gotten some cum on her face, and it glistened around her sweat. Her days nude in the hot tub had lessened the contrast between her tanned body and her white breasts, but her tits still stood out whiter than the rest of her body. Even lying on her back, her tits stood up, her nipples ready at attention.

While Mrs. White had cleaned off Mr. White with her mouth, she had done nothing about herself, and her legs were spread in such a way that nothing was hidden. Her slit was pulled open, and I could see Mr. White's cum dripping out between them, sliding down towards her asshole, which was quite on display. Her tanned legs were pulled up and to the side; even as limber as she was, I knew that it could not be long before her legs started getting sore.

Mr. White interrupted my contemplation by saying, "What a slutty suggestion that was, my little bitch. You really are a naughty little girl."

"I am. I am a naughty little girl!" Mrs. White cried. "I'm sorry, sir. You should punish your naughty Junie."

"I plan to," Mr. White said, and he hauled off and planted a sharp smack on her exposed buttocks.

I was surprised, because it was a lot harder than he had hit her last week, but she just said, "Thank you, I deserved that!" He smacked her ass another half dozen times before dipping his finger into her swampy cunt.

"Yes!" she cried, wriggling as much as she could to get him to penetrate her more deeply.

Mr. White got up and walked to the bathroom. When he returned he was carrying a container of Vaseline. "What are you going to do with that?" Mrs. White cried fearfully.

Mr. White did not respond. Instead, he dipped his finger into the jar and pulled out a large glob. He rubbed it around Mrs. White's asshole before pushing one greasy finger in. "No, what are you doing?" she cried. "Please fuck my pussy. Don't play with my dirty ass, it's so nasty!"

She sounded very sincere, but I didn't buy it for an instant, and neither did Mr. White. Mrs. White kept up her complaining while her husband finished greasing her ass and his cock. Then, completely ignoring everything that Mrs. White was saying, he positioned his cock, rock hard at the moment, right at the slippery entrance to her ass.

He looked down at her, spread open before him, and he grabbed her nipples between his fingertips, squeezing until she shut up with a gasp.

"No more games," he said. "Ask me."

She looked up at him fearfully and said, "Please, Zack, please fuck me in the ass!"

"As you wish," he said, and pushed his hips forward.

Mrs. White screamed in pain, and Mr. White stopped with just the head of his cock in her. "Is it too much?" he asked.

"Just wait a minute," she gasped between clenched teeth. A few moments later she nodded for him to continue. He pushed in, and as he got about half of his cock into her she cried, "Oh god, it hurts!"

"Should I stop?" he asked.

She looked up at him and said, "I'm tied to your bed, completely at your mercy. You should do whatever you want. But I have to warn you; if you hurt me much more, I will probably cum!"

Mr. White looked at his wife like she was an alien. He did not realize what a lovely pain slut Maria had turned his wife into. Nonetheless, he slammed the rest of the way into her ass in one stroke. Mrs. White screamed and I think she had a little orgasm. Mr. White grabbed her head in his hands and kissed her hard and deep as he began stroking in and out of her ass. She moaned in pain and pleasure, and in under a minute Mr. White sped up his strokes and spewed his first load ever in his wife's no longer virgin ass.

Mr. White collapsed on top of Mrs. White, but a few moments later he stood up to look at her. She was quite a sight, breathing heavily. There was cum dripping from both her pussy and her ass and her nipples were as hard as stone. "Pretty as a picture," Mr. White said before he began untying her.

As I slipped away, I resolved that next time I visited the sitting room, I would leave my panties in my room; they just ended up soaked when I left them on.

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The week progressed nicely, and Mrs. White was much nicer to the staff. I am not sure what Maria had told her, but she seemed apologetic for the way that she had behaved. The rest of the staff was amazed, unsure of what had caused the change.

Thursday afternoon, right in the middle of going down on Maria, Mrs. White arrived home early. "She must not have had her little tete-a-tete with the pro!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, I promise I'll finish you later," I told her.

I hurried down to give Mrs. White her spiked drink, then I rushed back to keep my promise. After she had relaxed from her cum, Maria asked me, "Did you figure out what I told her last week?"

"Definitely something about being tied up," I answered. "I'm not sure what else you told her, but she has been amazingly nice to the staff!"

"I did tell her that naughty girls should be tied up," she said. "I also made her realize how guilty she felt for treating the staff so badly."

"Did you tell her how good it is to take it up the ass?" I asked.

"No!" Maria exclaimed. "I never said anything about her ass!"

"That must have been her own fantasy then, because she easily convinced Mr. White to fuck her in the ass!"

"Wow, did you see that?" she asked.

"I did, and it was an amazing sight!" I said.

Before Maria went to visit Mrs. White, she asked me a lot of questions about the schedules and routines of the staff, though she would not tell me why she wanted to know.

"Well, time for her next treatment," Maria said, and we went down to the hot tub. Maria slipped in next to Mrs. White and began whispering to her. At the same time, I saw her playing with Mrs. White's tits, and one of her hands disappeared beneath the water. It looked like I might have some competition for Maria's attention!

After we were done with Mrs. White, we went up and Maria returned the favor to me, but beg as I might, she would not reveal what she had told Mrs. White.

*Week 4*

Thursday night I once again played the peeping tom (peeping jane?) and spied on Mr. and Mrs. White. While it was hot and steamy, it was not significantly different from what I'd seen before. Friday morning, however, was a different story. As usual, I went to the master bedroom to clean. However, though I thought that Mrs. White had gone out, she had apparently changed her schedule and decided to stay home. In her bedroom. Masturbating. With a large dildo.

When I walked into her bedroom she was spread eagle on the bed, her back arched, her mouth open, her hand slamming the dildo in and out of her. I gasped when I saw it, and Mrs. White turned her head to look at me. When she saw me looking at her, she groaned, arched her back even further, slammed the dildo all the way home and cried out as she came.

She kept her eyes on me the entire time that I was watching her cum, and didn't take them off of me until I closed the door behind me as I backed out. I didn't even wait to get to my room; I just leaned back against the wall outside of her room, shoved my hand into my panties and brought myself off in under a minute. I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't be sure if Mrs. White heard me or not.

That night, as I was serving dinner to Mr. and Mrs. White, Mrs. White said, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier today. I forgot that was when you clean my bedroom. I hope I didn't offend you."

I looked at her, surprised that she was apologizing for anything. However to be honest, she didn't appear very sorry. She looked a little mischievous. The other thing that surprised me was that she had clearly told her husband about the event. Things were definitely getting interesting.

Saturday afternoon I was moving through the house when I heard a little commotion in the kitchen. I walked over, but stopped before I entered.

"What if someone comes?" Mrs. White moaned.

"I thought you said that it turned you on when Ally came into the room while you were masturbating," Mr. White said.

"It did, but that was in our bedroom," she said, panting.

"And this is in our kitchen," Mr. White said grunting.

There was quiet then, except for grunting and panting. I slipped slowly forward until I could peak into the kitchen. There, sprawled facedown on the counter, was Mrs. White. I could see her torso, but I didn't move forward enough to see her husband fucking her, and more importantly, for him to see me.

Mrs. White's head was turned towards the door, and when she saw me her eyes got wide. Suddenly she grunted, "Oh my god, Oh my god, I'm cumming!" as she tensed and came. However her body continued being pounded forward as she recovered.

Then I saw Mr. White's hand reaching across the counter and picking up a bottle of oil. Mrs. White did not see it, but she felt it being poured across her ass. She was looking right at me as she asked, "Are you going to fuck my ass?"

"You better believe I am," he replied.

"Are you going to shove your huge cock up your little bitch's ass?" she asked.

"I am," he responded.

"Are you going to punish your little bitch for being so mean to the staff by ramming your pole into my ass so hard that I won't be able to sit for a week?" she asked.

"I AM," he cried, and she screamed as she was slammed forward, his cock penetrating her ass.

"Do it," she grunted between strokes. "Punish your naughty little bitch so that she learns her lesson and is never mean again! Punish her for being mean to Ally. Punish her for showing Ally what a tramp she is. Punish your nasty bitch!" The last sentence was said as a scream as she came again, and Mr. White grunted as he came as well.

Mrs. White lay there, still watching me, when Mr. White said, "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late!" I heard him cleaning himself up and fixing his pants. I ducked back as his head came in to kiss Mrs. White's back and I heard him say, "I love you, Junie. I'll see you later." He rushed out the other door and it was quiet in the kitchen.

I looked back in and Mrs. White was still lying across the counter. I walked in and went to the sink. I picked up a sponge and walked behind Mrs. White, wiping up the oil and cum that had spilled out of her. I could see her open asshole, with cum and oil dripping out of it. When I was done, I said, "Is there anything I can get for you, Mrs. White?"

"No thank you, Ally," she said. "That will be all."

I walked out, calmly walked to my bedroom, ripped off my panties and jilled myself off in record time, two fingers up my twat and two up my ass.

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Sunday morning I was serving the Whites breakfast in the dining room. I went into the kitchen to bring Mr. White his coffee, and when I returned, Mrs. White had disappeared. I placed the coffee by Mr. White, and I noticed that he was flushed. Just then I heard a little slurp from under the table. I smiled and asked, "Shall I bring Mrs. White some coffee as well?"

"That's OK, Ally," Mr. White said. "I'll be giving June a drink myself in just a minute. That will be all."

I smiled at him and pushed Mrs. White's chair in, bumping it into her and causing her to moan. Then I left the room.

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Later that day, Mr. White called me into his office. He was behind his desk and Mrs. White was sitting on a smaller chair next to the desk.

"Ally, I have a favor to ask of you," he said to me.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"June and I have been talking quite a bit lately, and she has come to the realization that she has been both spoiled and not very nice to the staff," he said. "She feels bad about this, and she wants to understand what it is like to have to work. Therefore, I'd like to ask if you would be OK supervising her working around the house a few hours a day."

I looked at Mrs. White, whose head was bowed, not making eye contact with me, then I turned back to Mr. White. "I'm not sure how that would work, Mr. White," I told him. "She is my employer. How could I also treat her as a subordinate? What if I have her do something that she doesn't want to? What if she doesn't like the work that she is doing, or the way that I am having her do it? Won't that affect me the times that she is my boss?"