Dasha had done a wardrobe change in the past 10 minutes. I wondered what she could have done in the kitchen because certainly the leather catsuit she was wearing must have taken some time to put on. The top zipper was pulled down far enough for a mouth-watering expanse of her cleavage to be exposed and around her hips she wore a large, black strap-on. I hoped that would be my reward.
"You did well," she complimented me while she switched off the butterfly. "I didn't think you were going to make it. When I watched you from the kitchen I thought for sure you were going to cum. Then you must have thought of something spectacular because I could tell when you stopped worrying. What did you think of?"
I should have made something up, but I couldn't lie to her. I told her about how scared I was of having my school find out about my new adventures.
"Yes, that would be bad. But have no fear, there is no reason for them to find out. I have no need to tell them."
"What about Brittney," I asked. "She was pretty pissed off when she left and she has the DVD from the party."
"You have the only copy of the DVD," she told me. "We don't keep evidence. We have plenty of willing partners. We don't need to blackmail anybody. Brittney just thought you would get off watching yourself."
"She was right," I confessed.
"Of course," Dasha replied. "You will undoubtedly have the same reaction from today. There is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying her sexuality. Speaking of which, I still owe you that flogging."
I'd almost forgotten. My mouth had been watering watching Dasha's strap-on bob back and forth hypnotically. She took a step back and stretched her arm and shoulder like an athlete preparing for competition. That should have worried me, but I trusted her not to permanently damage me.
"I'm going to go easy on you because I like you," she told me. "But this will still sting and you will have red marks for a while. Is that a problem?"
There was nobody outside this house that would see any marks when I went home so I answered honestly, "No Ma'am."
"Good. You are learning. Always be positive with your dominant. Even if you really don't want what is offered to you."
Then she walked behind me. I assume she didn't want me to know when the first lash was on its way. When it did connect with my back, I screamed. If that was going easy on me, I hated to think about what it would feel like if she really meant to hurt me.
"I don't mind if you scream, my dear," she told me. "In fact I kind of like it and you will not be disturbing anyone."
Permission or not, I screamed with every contact of the flogger. I simply couldn't help myself. I'd seen the red marks begin to form on Brittney and I knew my own body would be criss-crossed with them as well. Dasha was very efficient about snapping the leather up and down my back, over my ass, around my thighs, across my shins and even over my breasts. That hurt the most. The one place she avoided was my pussy, although I am sure it was out of concern that she might break the dormant butterfly taped to my clit and not out of empathy to my pain threshold.
By the time she finished I had to assume the only places on my body that would not be red was where the bondage tape had shielded my skin. I was breathing in short bursts as if I was giving birth trying to focus the pain away from my being. But within the nerve endings firing pain signals from all over my body, my arousal was returning. I was pleasing my dominant (even if she was just my domme for the day) and that was turning me on. When she finally stopped I assumed I'd earned a reward. She pushed a finger into my pussy to confirm what she already knew. I was ready to get fucked.
"I need to check on dinner again. I'll turn the butterfly on so you will not be lonely."
She turned the control back on the maddening vibrator. She then lowered the winch so my feet were flat on the ground (my arms were still stretched upward) so I could take a little weight off my wrists. I wondered if that meant she wasn't coming back for a while. I wondered if since I'd already taken my punishment if I could sneak an orgasm past her without getting caught. But since she had accurately identified the moment when I stopped needing to fight my body for control of my orgasm I figured I wouldn't get away with it. My skin was warm all over and it was a tougher fight to prevent myself from cumming, but fortunately she returned just a few minutes later.
"I know dommes who would leave you here until you finally gave in and came. They would then open your back with a whip. But that's not how I do things. You've been a good girl. I know you want me to fuck you and that is what I intend to do. You may orgasm as much as you can for the next 15 minutes. My husband will be home by then and you will need to prepare to serve us dinner."
She didn't wait for any kind of response. She just walked back to the winch control. I realized it wasn't necessary for me to respond. She was going to fuck me whether I wanted her to do so or not and then I was expected to serve her husband after he got home. Well at least serve him dinner, but from what Brittney had told me about his affection for younger women, I had no doubt I'd be pleasuring him as well.
Dasha lowered my arms so they were a little lower than my shoulders. Then she walked behind me and put her hands on my hips and started pulling backward on me.
"Come toward me and bend at your waist," she instructed. I found myself bent over at a 90 degree angle thrusting my ass out and with my arms stretched forward still attached to the chain. Dasha then started rubbing my ass.
"I can see why you were popular at the party. I'm surprised more guys didn't plunder this ass. Were you playing hard to get?"
"No Ma'am," I replied. "More like not sure what was going on and nervous. If you invite me to another party I'll be better."
"I'm sure you will. We do that about every three months. I hope your future master allows you to be a party favor. That would be fun."
Again she spoke of some mythical future dominant. I wanted her as my mistress. I had to figure out how to make that happen. I wiggled my ass as best I could to entice her into using her strap-on on me. It wasn't real, but I needed to get fucked and didn't care by what.
Dasha rubbed the head of her strap-on against my labia. "Normally I would have you suck on this for a while to get it nice and slick. But we are short on time and your cunt is so wet I will have no problem getting this inside of you." She wasn't really talking to me just making an observation. I wiggled my ass some more. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Please fuck me." She put about the first two inches in and then stopped.
"Come on pet," she cooed. "You can do better than that. Tell me what a slut whore you are that you are begging to get a fake cock rammed up your snatch."
I'd overlooked when she used the word cunt. I'm not crazy about that word and the rest of what she wanted me to say wasn't much better. But I knew I had to do as she said if I wanted my pleasure. Plus I knew it was rule number two to take pride in bringing pleasure to my superior so I begged like my life depended on it. And she rewarded me by filling my pussy full of her dick.
After everything that happened that afternoon the feeling of being fucked, even if it was a strap-on, felt normal. At least as normal as could be. The bondage tape was very effective at squeezing my ass cheeks together since I couldn't move my legs. That made Dasha's dildo seem even bigger. I wish she could have felt something because I'm sure I was gripping the phallus and giving her a good ride. She paused long enough to turn the butterfly back on and I was off like a rocket. Almost immediately I begged for permission to cum. I know she had said I could orgasm for the next 15 minutes, but I wanted to be sure. I also figured she would be happy if I asked. Having been assured that I could climax as much as I could, my body released its pent up sexual frustration in a howling, shuddering climax.
Before I calmed down another major orgasm trashed my body and mind. My early screams of pain were replaced by shouts of joy and praise to God. Peter appeared in the doorway, looking as dashing as I remember, and praised his wife's skills. I looked at him and begged for his cock, either in my mouth, pussy or ass. I wasn't particular.
He smiled but said, "Not now. Maybe later." Then he reminded Dasha of an interview they had in an hour. She thankfully didn't break her cadence of destroying my pussy, but she did say, "Damn, is that tonight?" He told her it was, displaying sympathy to her desire "to play with me all night" but that work had to intrude.
"OK," she finally agreed. "Dinner is almost ready. Give me time to have this slut clean my cock and I'll get her dressed for dinner."
Sucking her strap-on was a new experience. I had not quite had 15 minutes of pleasure, but at least I did cum a couple of times. And they were good orgasms too. As she unwrapped the bondage tape, I imagined their interview was a stud and maybe Peter would share me with him. Dasha didn't seem too concerned and told me to head up to the bedroom where I had my private party and to put on the outfit I found.
I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise that the same maid's outfits from the party were waiting for me. Peter and Dasha apparently had a thing for French maids. The high heels seemed higher than at the party though. I suppose since I was not going to be running around as much as the girls did at the party they figured I could handle the heels. I don't wear heels too often, although I do like how they tone my legs and tighten up my ass. Dasha seemed to have a thing for my ass so I'm sure that is why she picked these shoes. I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind either.
I teetered my way back down to the dinning room. Peter was sitting down. He told me Dasha was in the kitchen. I said, "Thank you, Sir." I think he liked my respectful tone.
Dasha told me to get in the inspection pose when I walked into the kitchen. I quickly put my arms above my head and spread my legs just like she had shown me earlier in the day. Dasha made sure my uniform fit properly and that I was showing enough thigh and breasts. She explained my job was to serve dinner, including wine, salad and entrée. If I wasn't serving I was to stand next to either her or Peter (depending on whom I last served) and await instructions. Also when their guest arrived I was to open the front door and escort them to the family room. Dasha looked at her watch. "They will probably be here before we are done eating, so return to the dining room after you seat them," she instructed me. I nodded. They were pretty simple instructions.
Serving the meal was pretty simple as well. They were not trying to do anything to trip me up or nitpick my service in an effort to chastise me. By the time I had all the food on the table and the wine poured I wondered how much longer I would have to wait before attending to their guest. I was still hoping he was a stud with a big dick that I would be ordered to service. I was standing next to Peter, patiently waiting, when I felt his hand sliding up my leg and then between my thighs.
While it was hardly a surprise, it did catch me off guard and I took in a noticeably loud breath. But I held my ground and stood still. When I felt his fingers reach the front of my panties I knew he would find them soaked. This little dress-up game of Dasha's was very exciting. I also knew from Brittney that Peter had, "the best dick in the world" and I was looking forward to finding out for myself.
"This rental slut is either very excited or she pissed herself," Peter told his wife. Then he pulled his fingers out from under my short skirt and brought them to his nose. "Nope, not piss."
"Jenni, remove your panties so Sir can finger you," Dasha commanded.
"Yes man," I replied. "Right away Ma'am."
The panties that went with the outfit were little frilly things that really didn't provide any cover anyway. Plus I wanted his fingers in my pussy. Really I wanted something else there but I was good with just getting a finger or two for now.
"Damn, honey," Peter exclaimed as if surprised. "She's tight."
Dasha didn't reply. She just kept eating as if having her husband finger another woman in front of her was the most natural thing in the world. He gave me a few strokes with his finger and then told me to "ride it." He held his hand still and I began to squat down impaling myself on his invading digit. I was luxuriating in the kinkiness of the situation when the doorbell rang. "Damn," I thought. "Always when I am enjoying myself."
I stood up and Peter was kind enough to withdraw his now glistening finger. He held it up and I gave it a quick lick before heading toward the door as fast as my heels would allow. As I swung the door back my fantasy of some gorgeous hunk invited over to fuck me was dashed. In its place, a young girl who looked like she must be in her mid teens was standing there waiting. She was wearing a short blue skirt, a white blouse (she must not have had on a bra because her nipples were very prominent) and gym shoes.
"Hi," she said seeming friendly. "I'm here for an interview with Peter."
"Come in," I told her. "I've been told to show you to the family room. Peter and Dasha are finishing up dinner.
"Great," she replied.
I could feel her eyes on me as I walked in front of her. Once I showed her to the couch (yes the same couch I'd seen Brittney and her mom fuck on) I said, "if you don't mind me asking, what are you interviewing for?" It probably was inappropriate, as it didn't matter why she was there. She told me she was auditioning for a movie role.
In L.A. that could mean just about anything, but given what I knew about Peter's business that meant she wanted to do porn. That also meant she had to be at least 18. I was floored at how young she looked now that I knew she must be of legal age. "She can't be," I thought to myself. But I knew Peter wouldn't make the mistake of filming a minor. I excused myself to "finish up with dinner" and told her to "wait here and he will be right with you."
When I returned to the dining room Peter and Dasha were just finishing up.
"She's a cutie, isn't she?" Peter asked me. I replied, "Yes, sir, but is she really 18?"
"She's 20 actually, but you would never know it to look at her. She's going to be a star and make me a lot of money."
Then Dasha chimed in. "Peter, I really don't feel like a long audition tonight. Why don't we have Jenni fluff her so we can wrap up early?"
I didn't know what "fluff" meant but Peter seemed to think it was a good idea.
"Go back to her and start eating her pussy. Don't let her cum. I want to video that in HD. But get her close."
I nodded that I understood and headed back to the family room. The young girl was still sitting on the sex couch. She was looking around the room. I guessed she was nervous. I know I would have been if I was in her shoes. Heck, I was nervous just knowing I had to follow Dasha's orders with her. I walked in front of the couch and looked down at the girl. Her face was innocent. Almost angelic. "Is he ready for me?" she asked. "Almost," I replied. "They want me to get you ready."
She started to stand up but I held out my hand, palm facing her, to indicated she should remain seated. She looked a little confused. I couldn't see the look on her face when I dropped to my knees and put my hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open. I don't think I wanted to see her reaction. I didn't want to do this and I really didn't want to know if she didn't want me to do this either. Right before my head went under her skirt I heard her say, "What are you doing?"
She knew exactly what I was doing. I soon discovered that her missing bra was not the only undergarment she chose to forgo for her interview. Her pussy was also wet before my tongue found its way. Her nectar was already flowing. I didn't think much fluffing was going to be necessary for Peter to get the test video he wanted. I expected the girl to grab my head but she didn't. Maybe she was playing with those pointy nipples I saw earlier. I started teasing her clit and got the reaction I was expecting. I was going to have to be careful not to bring her over the edge if Dasha and Peter didn't get in here soon.
Fortunately, Dasha did arrive. She greeted the girl by name and thanked her for coming over. Then I felt her lift my skirt.
"Did this slut show you how pink her rear end is?" Dasha asked the girl.
I got a little shot of pussy juice in my mouth as the girl heard the question and saw my ass. "No, she didn't," replied the girl. "I was wondering about the welts though on her legs and back."
"She was a bad girl. She came without permission," Dasha replied. "Peter should be finished setting up in a minute. We're going to take a test video of you masturbating, then eating pussy, sucking cock and finally being fucked. How does that sound."
The girl said it sounded fine. She was getting juicier if that was possible. I gave her clit a good hard suck. I hoped I would be the one she got to eat for her screen test so I wanted her to remember that I gave her pleasure. Then I heard Peter's voice from across the room saying that he was ready.
"Just a minute," I heard Dasha say. Then I felt her finger slide into my pussy. Again she addressed the girl. "This one is very submissive. She's just learning how to please a woman. But she is definitely getting off being between your legs. Is she doing a good job for you?" Although I was now distracted by Dasha's finger, I was thankful the girl answered positively about my efforts. Dasha continued. "Sometimes it is tough to masturbate on camera, especially the first time. That's why we start with it, to test your abilities to connect with the audience. Jenni was sexy as hell cumming on camera for the first time. If you need her to help, she will demonstrate for you.
I was not surprised that the girl thought that was a good idea. Actually, so did I. Dasha told me to get up and Peter waved the girl over to follow him down the hallway. A began to follow, but Dasha grabbed my arm.
"You have done very well today," she told me. "But now it is time to work. If the girl wants to watch you masturbate I'll let you do that. I want a nice, loud orgasm out of you. I don't care if it is real or fake, but I need to get this screen test done quickly. I have other good friends coming over tonight and both of you need to be gone before they arrive. When I tell you to go, you go. No arguments. Our playtime is done. If I need you again, Brittney will contact you. Understand?"
I did understand. I was not happy about being dismissed so casually, but I understood. "Yes, Ma'am," I told her. I then followed Dasha into the bedroom where I had been defiled at the party. The girl was already sitting back on the bed with her fingers busily diddling herself. Peter had two cameras setup at the foot of the bed. I looked around and figured where the camera had been for my adventure in this room.
It was obvious the girl did not need my help to inspire her performance. That bummed me out as I was looking forward to another orgasm. Dasha whispered in my ear that if I wanted to be the, "stunt pussy" for the girl's screen she would let me, but that I had to sign a waver as this video would be released if the girl became a star. I thought about it for a moment and then declined. I couldn't appear in a porno and keep my job. Somebody who knew me would eventually find the video online.
Dasha whispered that she understood. She then took my hand and led me back to the hallway. With the sound of the girl shrieking and moaning behind us, Dasha pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me aggressively. She grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head. She then used one hand to pinch both my wrists to the wall. I knew I could have escaped easily, but I didn't want to. She then began to finger me again, this time using her thumb on my clit.
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