Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 05

He continued stroking himself while standing in front of me. I limply sat in the chair in my post orgasmic fog watching him beat his meat. I kind of expected him to shove his cock in my mouth before he came, but instead he just moved forward and exploded on my face. I didn't mind. His hot jets of jizz felt great splattering against my forehead covering me in his cum. It spattered into my hair, it dripped down my face and into my willing mouth and the last couple of weakened spurts hit my neck and began dripping down to my shoulders. I began to move my hands to wipe myself, but Tom told me no. I told me to leave it. He said to let gravity drip it down my body and to let it dry. He said I could shower when I got home. Then he told me to dress and leave.

My outward appearance had definitely changed since the last time I walked past the counter. Even though I had not been fucked, I certainly looked like a piece of fuck meat. I was still wearing the leather thong and peek-a-boo bra. That was a gift from Tom since they couldn't sell it with his cum on it. Fortunately there were no customers to see me, but Lisette did comment that she enjoyed have me as her model and hoped I enjoyed myself too. I can only imagine what she was thinking at the frosted donut look I was sporting as I walked through the door and to my car. I know I could have wiped myself down at that point, but that isn't what a good submissive would do, so I let Tom's spunk dry as ordered. I felt crusty and nasty by the time I got home. I was also still horny.

Although Mistress Cecilia had not given me permission to cum again, and technically Tom's approval would not transfer to my place, I couldn't help but grabbing a thick dildo out of my collection and laying on the bed putting it to good use. I blindly power fucked myself with the toy screaming out obscenities. I was worried that I'd not be able to climax again, but thankfully that was not the case. Perhaps being covered in dried cum was enough to convince my brain that I really was a worthless slut. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had performed well at the store. Perhaps it was... I don't know. But I was able to bring myself off again in short order before I slowly ambled to the shower to wash away the evidence.

I turned on the shower and let the steam warm the cold tiles. That gave me a couple minutes to stare at myself in the mirror and replay the events of the day in my head. Although my skin was getting itchy where the dried cum sealed my pores, I decided to forgo the shower and take a nap. My body needed the rest and hopefully the wonderful feelings of being used would fuel some erotic dreams. My shower could wait until I woke up.

Mistress Cecilia didn't call or email me Saturday night. I'm not sure if she was working at the store. After my shower finally washed away my slutty afternoon, I contemplated going to the store for some gloryhole fun, but my need to rest won out and I spent the night at home alone. Mistress did call on Sunday to help with her usual client. It was less strange the second time around. She even fucked me so he could listen even though his blindfold kept him from seeing. Later she had me hide while she untied him and she removed the blindfold. After seeing his ass gaping from her pegging, I really didn't want to talk to him. If I ever went up against him in a case it was going to be hard not to use this information so the least I knew about him the better.

Later another new female submissive came to visit. Being insecure I wondered, although not aloud, if Cecilia was going to replace me. Cecilia let me switch a bit with the new girl. Part of the time Mistress used me as an example, showing the new girl how to take a spanking for example, and part of the time she let the new girl pleasure me. Beyond my own anxieties about whether Cecilia still was attracted to me, it was a fun afternoon.

The work week was, well work. Nothing out of the ordinary. I would like to say Carol came out as a submissive slut, at least to me, but she didn't and in fact was dressed decidedly unsexy all week. Maybe she decided the lifestyle wasn't for her. As for me, it was another frustrating week without any orgasms. Cecilia had promised to see me Wednesday and told me to refrain from cumming so I would be primed for her. But then she had to cancel at the last minute. I was left wondering if her new girltoy had taken my place. I tried to remain positive, but I wanted to cry. I didn't sleep well and I'm sure I looked horrid Thursday morning as I arrived at the office. But then I got a positive email. The Sybian would be arriving at the store by close of business and I should call Margaret to arrange the delivery and setup. That made me happy. I called her immediately. She seemed out of breath when she answered her phone. At first she didn't remember who I was (I just said it was Susan) but when I mentioned the Sybian, she became overjoyed. She told me to come over at 11am on Saturday. She said her husband would be out golfing so we will have free run of the house. That sounded like a plan to me so I quickly agreed.

I was nervous, but also excited, as I pulled up to the address Margaret had given. It was a nice looking colonial house in a good neighborhood. The house looked large, but not oversized. I pulled into the driveway and grabbed the box. I had not opened it yet so I hoped the accessories were inside along with the Sybian. Actually part of me hoped they were not to give me an excuse to come back again and maybe get another ride. I find my mind has been thinking those kind of strange ideas more and more frequently lately. Heck, I didn't know for sure that Margaret would even let me try it, although I was pretty confident she would. What I wasn't prepared for was the sight that greeted me after I rang the doorbell and the maid opened the door.

You may wonder why I was surprised. Clearly Margaret was a woman of means so I should not have been surprised that she had a maid. Heck, given the racy selection of lingerie she bought at the show and the fact that I was holding a $2,000 vibrator under my arm should have clued me in that the maid might be in a sexy outfit. So why did the vision of a French maid who dripped of pure sexuality (imagine a black push up bodice that exposed the top half of two very well proportioned breasts, a mesh midriff, a short skirt with white ruffles and integrated garters, black fishnet stocking and 5" fuck me pumps) surprise me? It was because it was Margaret who was wearing the outfit. She was also holding a feather duster and wearing a leather collar. I have to admit, for a woman of her age, she looked remarkable. I had not thought of her in such blatantly sexual terms at the product show, but I had obviously been mistaken. The question in my mind, was why.

"Hello again, Susan," she greeted me. "Welcome to our home. Please come in."

She stepped aside and waved me into the house just as proper serving staff should do. This was getting weird. She led me through the formal living room, past the kitchen, past a family room and through a non-descript door that, if my bearings were right, was off to the side of the garage. This room was obviously her playroom. There was all manner of bondage gear hanging neatly from the wall, a queen sized bed, a couple chairs, some hooks in the ceiling and a narrow coffee table. It reminded me of Mistress Cecilia's play area except the bed was in the room and not above it. Margaret pointed toward the table and told me to set up the Sybian. She said she had to do something and would be right back. She walked out of the door closing it behind her. I put down the box and started unpacking. I also looked around the room. Her collection was impressive. She was definitely kinkier than she let on at the show. But still, why was she dressed as the maid?

As fortune would have it, I glanced out of the window at that moment. The room faced their back yard and they had a very fancily landscaped, almost park like back yard including what looked like a good sized pool. I said it was fortunate that I looked out because I saw Margaret slowly walking toward the pool. Teetering, really, on those much too high for comfort heels. She was holding a sliver tray in her right hand with what looked like either a martini glass or perhaps a margarita. I couldn't tell from the distance. She stopped as she approach a chase lounge. Unfortunately it was facing the sun and therefore the back was facing the window so I couldn't see the occupant. I wondered if it was her husband. That would explain a lot even though he wasn't supposed to be home.

After a brief pause, I saw a slender arm rise up and wave her forward. She walked just past the chaise and then turned to face the person. Instead of taking the glass off the tray and handing it to the person, Margaret bent over at the waist and held the tray in front of her. Of course doing so meant her ample bosom spilled right out of her maid's top. I'm sure that was the plan.

I watched as the slender arm came back into view. This time the hand moved toward Margaret's now exposed breasts and I saw her pinch Margaret's right nipple firmly. I could tell by the grimace on her face, that it was painful. But she held her position and the tray barely wavered. Apparently it was some kind of test because the hand then took the glass and moments later dismissed her.

Margaret curtsied and began her long, slow walk back to the house. She was still holding the tray with one hand out in front of her, but now her breasts were hanging out and she made no effort to tuck them back into her top. Before she got too close to the house and may have noticed me staring out the window, I turned back to my task of setting up the Sybian. About a minute later the door opened back up and Margaret reentered the room. She had taken a moment to recompose herself, although I now knew her bouncing breasts were ready to break free with a minimum of excuse. In fact I was trying to figure out a way to make that happen. But first, I had to finish the setup and explain the operation.

It was a funny scene. Unboxing the Sybian was easy and Margaret had an extension cord ready for it. But neither of us new the intricacies of the controls. So I sat down and read the brief manual while Margaret stood and stared at the promise of untold pleasure now sitting on the table. Other than the proper way to attach the accessories (Margaret had purchase a single dildo and a double dildo) it was pretty simple. I explained how the rider straddled the device and how to control the speed of the vibrations. She began fidgeting. I asked if she wanted to go first. She said she did, but then her voice trailed off and she looked toward the window. I understood immediately.

"Do you need to get permission from your mistress?" I asked her.

She seemed shocked that I asked, although it was pretty obvious what was happening in that house. I told her I understood completely. She was still skittish. "Do you want me to ask her for you?" I said. Margaret smiled. "Follow me," she told me.

We walked out of the house. I had to slow down my pace to stay with Margaret. I was fascinated by what kind of woman could dominate a woman old enough to be my mother. I wanted to know more about both Margaret and her Mistress. How did they hook up? How old was the Mistress? Maybe this was the Mistress' house. Maybe Margaret really wasn't married like she claimed. The possibilities were running through my mind. Then finally we were at the chaise. Margaret stopped just short (so I couldn't see her Mistress) and then cleared her throat, although I'm sure her Mistress heard the sound of Margaret's heels on the concrete and knew we were coming.

"Yes, pet," she replied. Her voice was smooth as silk.

"Mistress," Margaret began. "The lady from the bookstore has finished installing the Sybian. May I try it out please?"

"Yes," she replied not bothering to look up at me. I was more than a bit frustrated by hearing her voice but not being able to see her. "But don't you dare cum until your husband comes home."

Now that was an interesting twist. Did her husband know about the Mistress? I certainly would understand if he didn't. Maybe this mystery woman came in when hubby was away and gave Margaret something her husband did not. No matter what the arrangement things were about to get more fascinating.

We walked back toward the house. Margaret seemed to have a bit more speed in her step now that she had someplace to go. I kept looking back to see if her Mistress was watching. Or better yet if she was following. But she wasn't and soon enough the two of us were alone in the playroom.

Margaret asked if I would be kind enough to handle the controls. I had no problem with that. I turned on the Sybian and spun it up to full speed. The intense buzz filled the room. Then I slowly turned it back down and then off. "Ready?" I asked Margaret. She nodded. "I bet you cum. You're not going to be able to hold out," I told her. She didn't reply. But she didn't look particularly worried either. I wondered if she had been promised a punishment if she failed to withstand the coming assault. Maybe she was looking forward to being punished. I didn't know and I didn't particularly care. I just wanted to see her ride this thing.

Margaret played coy asking me how she was supposed to sit on the Sybian. I told her to remove her panties first, mainly because I wanted to see how wet they were before we started. But she said only her Mistress could order that. In the end, she just straddled the device and I turned it on low. The table was the perfect height so she could sit on it without stressing her legs too much. It was obvious it was planned so a woman could sit there for a long period of time. I actually felt a little jealous knowing Margaret would be using the toy frequently. Part of me wanted to turn the speed up so she would be forced to climax. I kind of wanted to get her in trouble. But the submissive part of me wanted her to be successful and wait to cum until she had permission. The jealous side won, at least for a few minutes.

I slowly increased the speed of the Sybian and Margaret's moans slowly became louder and more frequent. Her tits also bounced free again as her body began to shake. She didn't bother tucking them back in preferring to grab them and play with her nipples. When I reached full power, I could see her conflict written on her face. She was struggling to maintain control. I could see part of her wanting to release. I didn't know how long it had been since her last orgasm and I knew how I got when it had been too long. But I also could read her expression that she didn't want to fail her Mistress. I may be devious at times, but I understood that look and slowed the vibration back down to minimum. She looked relieved now that her arousal would be more manageable. Listening to the squishing sounds coming from between her legs, even on the lowest setting, I don't think I could have held back. I set the controller down and asked if I could use the bathroom. Margaret pointed toward the door (duh) and told me where to find it. I left her to buzz. I figured if she snuck a climax in while I was gone I wouldn't have to lie to her Mistress if she asked if Margaret came.

You may be surprised to find out that I didn't masturbate in the bathroom. I already knew my pussy was wet from watching Margaret and thinking about her Mistress, but actually I really just needed to pee. After I was done, I began walking back to the playroom. I had the opportunity to look out of the kitchen window into the back yard and I saw a long, lean leg rise into the air from Margaret's Mistress' chair. I watched as she pivoted and stood up. My mouth began to water as she came into view. I certainly understood why Margaret would do anything for this woman. My pussy instantly started getting wetter as well.

Margaret's Mistress, Simone as I would later learn, turned to face the chaise and bent over to pick up her towel. She was wearing a tiny wisp of a black thong bikini bottom. Although I was mostly seeing her in profile, I could tell she had tiny taught butt. She also obviously liked showing it off, at least in the back yard as she pulled off the thong and left it on the chaise. She wasn't particularly tall, maybe 5' 3" although instead of wearing pool sandals I noticed she slipped on a pair of heels before she wrapped her towel around her waist and started walking toward the house. Her shoes were not as tall as Margaret's. They had probably a 3" heel from what I could see and she walked with an easy grace in them. She didn't struggle to maintain control like Margaret had done. She had short black hair and was thin. In my estimation, she probably weighed no more than 110 pounds. She looked almost like a little girl. I had noticed she shaved her pussy (or more likely Margaret had shaved it for her) and her breasts were obviously not augmented. They were well proportioned to her body and pear shaped. I stared at her as she approached the house. Her outward appearance certainly didn't scream Domme. Gorgeous and tasty, but not Domme. So how did she come to control Margaret and possibly her husband? I was lost in thought until I snapped back to reality just before she reached the back door. I hurried back to the playroom so I would get caught watching her.

I found Margaret right where I left her and the control box obviously had not been moved. She had been a good girl in my absence. I grabbed the control box and sat on the chair just as Simone entered the room. I tried to look surprised and pretend that I had been there the whole time. She was the first to speak.

"How as my pet done?"

I wasn't sure if she was addressing me or Margaret. Margaret did not answer so I decided it was up to me.

"She has done well. I briefly brought the Sybian to full power, but it was plain to see that would have brought her off. I didn't want her to disobey your order so I slowed it down," I said.

"Pity," Simone replied. "I enjoy punishing her when she disobeys."

As she spoke she began walking behind me so she could get the frontal view of her slave. As she did, though, she also put her hands on my shoulders. Firmly.

"Of course we should allow her husband control of her first orgasm since he paid for that toy. But I was really looking forward to watching the process. I wonder who could substitute for her?" With that statement she squeezed my shoulders.

"I'm just the delivery person, mam," I told her.

Her hands moved from my shoulders to both sides of my neck as she began to massage me around under my chin.

"That is not what Margaret reported from the store. She said you were quite a good demonstrator."

Her hands left my neck and slowly moved down my chest. Her mouth was parallel to my right ear and I could feel her hot breath. She cupped my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sure you want to try out the Sybian, don't you?" she whispered in my ear. Her voice was like silk. Very seductive. Of course I wanted to ride the Sybian, but I didn't want to be easy. I shook my head.

"Well then I am going to use it," she announced as she released my breasts and walked back in front of me. "Margaret, please sit in the living room. Your husband will be home soon. Let me know when he arrives. And for God's sake, put those tits away. You look like a whore."

I watched as Margaret put her boobs back into her top and walk out of the room.

"Now then, I just sit down, do I?" Simone asked although I'm sure she knew the answer. I just nodded. She swung her leg over the table just as Margaret had done. Needless to say I was enthralled with her. Sure she played like she was in control while sitting on the Sybian, but I knew it was just an act. No woman could resist its charms so completely. Simone locked her eyes on mine and didn't move. Her body was tight and did not jiggle like Margaret had done. Simone kept her hands on the table and pressed her pussy against the vibrating nub never reaching up to squeeze her breasts or rub her clit. She just kept staring at me as if she was sizing me up. She was quiet too. She didn't say anything or even moan. She was freakishly in control of her emotions. Again I was envious. I knew I would be going crazy in her situation. But we just watched each other. I wondered if in her mind this staring contest was a game she liked to play or if there was something more. After a few minutes, she finally looked down. A soft groan escaped her lips and I thought I saw a gentle flutter move through her body. Then she told me to turn it off.