The Good Wife: Resubmission Ch. 02

"Oh what a good girl." She smiled, laughing breathlessly. "What a good girl you are."

I smiled slightly and shyly, basking in the praise. I was a good girl, I satisfied my Miss, I satisfied Gavin. I was a good girl. I pressed my head up to meet her soft petting, I was a good girl. My mouth, nose, and chin were wet and dripping with my saliva and Lydia's juices, I licked my lips for one last taste.

"Roll over." Gavin said, looking at Lydia and stroking his cock slowly.

Lydia rolled over, her knees on the floor, her upper body on the couch. She spread her legs to let him take her from behind, her cunt glistened with my spit and her juices, I couldn't help but to smile, admiring my work.

Gavin knelt behind her, rubbing his cock against the sticky wetness of her cunt, the touch of his cock making Lydia arch slightly. He rubbed it up and down, up and down, then pressed the head against her asshole, using the spit and juice as lube. Lydia let out a moan that sounded more like a bark as Gavin slid his cock slowly into her ass. He paused when he was all the way in her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to look down and admire his cock in her ass. Gavin pulled back slowly almost to the tip, then slid back in slowly, his thrust met by a small moan from Lydia. Again he pulled back slowly, then he slammed his cock into her ass, thrusting, she barked again, her fingers gripping the cushion. Gavin smiled wickedly, a sneer more than a smile, thrusting harder each time Lydia barked or moaned. "Get over here." He snapped at me again, grabbing my hair and pulling me down, shoving my face down on the top of Lydia's ass. "Open up." He said, pulling his cock from Lydia's ass and thrusting it in my face. Reluctantly I took his cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Grabbing my head from behind he thrust hard and fast into my mouth, fucking my face. I gagged, almost spitting out drool. A thick line of spit and drool running from my mouth down Lydia's ass. Gavin pulled his cock from my mouth and pressed it back into Lydia's ass, she moaned loudly, another bark. "How does her ass taste baby?" he sneered at me as he thrust harder and harder into Lydia.

"This whore liked the way Misses ass tastes." I whispered more than spoke.

"Louder, so she can hear you."

I said it again, almost yelling. Lydia was still barking with each thrust of Gavin's cock. She was small and Gavin had a good thick cock.

Gavin was almost ready to cum, I could tell by the look of tension and concentration in his face, he was thrusting harder and faster still.

"Oh god." He swore, grabbing her hips tight and burying his cock into her ass. Lydia was almost screaming as he drove into her, cumming. His thrusts became slower and stiffer as he milked the last few drops of cum into her ass. "Clean this mess up." He said to me, pulling his shrunken and red cock from Lydia's ass. "Get in there and lick up every drop of cum."

Quickly I moved behind Lydia, spreading her ass cheeks with my hands and pushing my face into her ass. I licked around her ass first, collecting all the cum that had oozed out, letting my tongue slip down to her cunt and back to her ass. Lydia moaned softly into the couch as my tongue circled around her asshole.

"Get in there good, I want her cleaned out." Gavin said as he walked to the other side of the couch, picking up the camera. "You don't waste a drop of cum." The camera was on and he began to snap pictures.

I was self conscious the night before, but that was gone now. I lapped obediently at Lydia's ass, driving my tongue into her ass to get every last drop of cum. Lydia moaned and wiggled slightly under me, thrusting her ass out slightly. I was a good girl, I was doing as I was told. My face was wet with spit, drool, and cum.

"Look up." Gavin said, aiming the camera. I looked up with my eyes, never taking my tongue from Lydia's ass, meeting the snapping cameras gaze. "Good girl."

Lydia rolled over, pulling herself up onto the couch, letting out a soft moan. Her cheeks were red, from the sex and from the couch. "You were a very good girl." She smiled, running a hand through my hair. "I can't wait to play with you again." She settled into the couch, a sated and satisfied look glowing about her face. I pressed my head up into her hand, the obedient pet.

"Ok, Julie, it's time for you to go." Gavin started, placing the camera down on the table before sinking back into the couch. "Same time tomorrow." Lydia shifted, laying across the couch, placing her feet in Gavin's lap.

"Goodnight sweetie." She smiled, still with the glow about her.

I almost protested, I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to end this. I was good, I should get to cum, I should get satisfaction, I was a good girl. But that's not my place, I do as I'm told, I'm the toy to be taken out and played with, put back when my owner is done. It's not up to me. I was a good girl. The words are my satisfaction, my release. Reluctantly I turn to leave, crawling down the steps and to the landing. Sliding the butt plug out is the worst, I'm sore and aching for release. I wish it were my ass that Gavin was pounding, I wish it were my ass dripping cum onto his couch right now. I get dressed quickly, my mouth still damp, my hair in tangles from all the pulling and grabbing. I leave. I don't care if anyone sees me, if they know that I was Gavin's toy tonight. I don't care.

Hail, Hail

I wasn't a virgin when I first met Gavin, I had been with two other men. It wasn't anything slutty or deviant, they were both high school boyfriends. Of course, sex was new. Sure, girls talk about their exploits and we've all seen porn, but actually doing it is different. Discovering sex isn't just a matter of doing it and getting it out of the way, no, it's a journey. You do it and do it and do it. You try missionary and doggy style, you give and receive oral, you do it in the car and in the woods, you try everything and anything that you can think of just to experience it and discover what you enjoy, what turns you on the most.

Gavin was older than me and had already graduated high school when we first met. I was introduced to him at a party and was instantly attracted to him. He was good looking enough, he had a good body, but it wasn't anything physical that really brought me to him. It was just a sense of danger that surrounded him. Unlike the high school boys, he was secure in himself, he was confident. He gave me a drink, he told me to sit, he grabbed my hand and led me outside, he kissed me, he felt me up, all with an air of sureness and confidence that is foreign to the average high school boy. Underneath the confidence, however, was a sense of violence. It was a brusqueness, a forcefulness that I had never experienced before. He knew what he wanted from me. He knew how he wanted me to act. He knew what he wanted sexually. I was expected to comply.

Gavin never asked me out, not like the typical high school boy does. We would meet up. He would tell me that he's coming over or he'd be there to pick me up. If I could go with him, I would, if not, it was fine, there was no pining away for me, he just made other plans. I think that aloofness made him all the more attractive to me. He didn't need me, and it made me want him all the more. I needed him.

Sex was phenomenal. It was never love making. It was never sweet and tender. It was fucking, pure and simple fucking. Gavin didn't fumble around like the two I had before him. He positioned me how he wanted, he guided me, he was patient. I was his. He never asked, he took. Somewhere along the way things grew more and more intense. I had to call him sir. I couldn't refer to myself in the first person, I had to call myself 'this whore.' I wore a collar and was led around on a leash. I became a toy for him.

I was nervous the first time that invited another man over to have sex with me. Gavin watched at first then joined in. I was too nervous to really find pleasure in it the experience, but it wouldn't be the last time he invited others into our sex life.

I can't say how many different men I fucked in the time that I was with Gavin. It became common to have one or two men join us. There were times when I was blindfolded and tied to a table, used over and over again by I don't know how many men. We attended swingers parties where he showed me off, allowing different men to use me or to simply cum on me. Oral, anal, double-penetration, it was all common. I was a toy to be used and shared.

Tom was there one night, he was one in a group of men that was to have me, but I couldn't do it anymore. I ran away. Tom chased after me. That was the last night of my relationship with Gavin and the start of my relationship with Tom. Tom never shared me. He was tender, he was caring, he was everything that Gavin wasn't. For the last seventeen years I have been Toms and only Toms. I haven't been with another man other than Tom. So, you can understand my shock and trepidation when I heard the voices of other men when I walked into Gavin's house.

Work took a little longer than I had expected, and so I was late showing up to Gavin's house. I was taken back when Lydia opened the door for me, she was naked, smiling, "You're late, we had to start without you, sweetie."

"This whore apologizes Miss Lydia." I said, standing in the open door, wondering if anyone on the street could see us, listening closely for the voices from upstairs.

"Good girl." She cooed, "You remembered my name, I'm impressed." She stepped close, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek and taking my hand in her own, "Now, let's get you upstairs." Her lips were soft, her skin was clean, washed in a flowery fragrance. Normally I'm not attracted to women, but I could feel myself responding to Lydia, that ache returning. I wanted to kiss her back, to slip my tongue into her mouth while holding her against me.

"We're going to get you all prettied up down here though before we head up." She said, holding up something in her hand. I hadn't seen that she was holding anything, I wasn't paying any attention to her hands.

I didn't say anything, it wasn't my place to.

At first I thought it was a hat, but I could see that it was a leather mask, a full over the face mask that she was holding up.

"Hold this." Lydia said, handing me the mask, it was smooth and soft, real leather, not latex.

She pulled my hair out of my face and back, securing it with one hand. "Put it on." She ordered, the sweetness slipping from her voice and taking on a more commanding tone.

I was hesitant, but I did what I was told and slid the black mask over my head, the zipper in the back. There were no holes for eyes. I thought that I had put the mask on wrong, but everything else was right. My nose fit into the small nose notch, lining up with the holes to breath, my mouth lined up with the hole for the mouth, but no holes for the eyes.

"Good girl." Lyda said softly, stepping behind me, still holding my hair. The mask tightened across my face as she pulled the zipper down, securing the mask in place.

"We're going to have some fun tonight." She whispered, her hands sliding down my sides.

The voices had gone silent, then I heard a laugh. It wasn't Gavin. I know his laugh, it was definitely someone else. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I felt the collar slip around my neck and Lydia's hands, soft and smooth, working the buckle. The small tag in the front jangled, a bell announcing my arrival. Then the loud clank of the leash snapping into place.

"Down." Lydia commanded. It was a command, but the sweetness was still in her voice.

I felt her walk past me, then the tug of the leash, beckoning me forward up the stairs.

I moved slowly, crawling, placing each hand carefully, as I ascended the stairs slowly. Lydia kept a constant tension on the leas but didn't pull or yank.

"Good girl." She cooed, I could hear her smile. Worse, I could hear footsteps, several footsteps from the room above. I could only imagine a group of people staring down at me.

"Take off your clothes and hand them to me." Lydia spoke, her voice picking up more of a stern tone, a show for the group.

I did as I was told, clumsily sliding out of my clothing, the air cool against my skin, my face reddening from the idea of being naked in front of others. It was more than that though, it was being naked and blind in front of others. I couldn't see the faces that were taking me in right now, I couldn't see if they were laughing at me, or who they were.

You don't understand just how cruel and humiliating Gavin could be, my words could never truly do justice to the sadistic streak that runs through him. I wouldn't put it past him to invite a group of people that I work with or that my family knows over for one of these sessions just for the sheer delight of humiliating me. As I stood there, finishing taking my clothes off, I couldn't help but to wonder who these people were, but I dared not ask. That would be a terrible mistake, a liberty not afforded to a piece of meat.

"Bend over sweetie." Lydia said softly, guiding my hand to the edge of the railing.

I bent over, stiffly at first, then, finding the railing, relaxing. I heard the box open, my clothes dropping in, my old life being sealed away. Lydia was behind me now, I could feel her naked thighs against my ass, the small patch of hair, a landing strip, rubbing against me. My legs spread instinctively as she reached around the front of me, rubbing my clit slowly then pushing a finger into me slightly. The familiar ache from the night before had come back instantly, I couldn't help it, a low moan, hopeful and expectant escaping my mouth.

"Oooh, the little whore is all wet already." She said, pulling her hand away.

I heard a snap and then a few drops of liquid fell between my legs, Lydia's fingers working the liquid first around my ass, then pushing a finger, slowly and firmly, into my ass. I arched slightly against her hand, pushing back to meet her.

"And very willing." She said, I could hear the smile in her voice. "What a good girl I have." Her finger continuing to rub the lube into my ass, pumping slowly, then the press of a second finger and more drops of lube being worked into me.

"Get her ass up here." Gavin said from above us, his voice cool and impatient.

Lydia pulled her fingers out of me quickly and pressed the butt plug against my ass, slowly sliding the toy into me. I gasped, I couldn't help it.

"Down." She snapped, her voice mimicking Gavin's.

I dropped to my knees as Lydia yanked down on the leash. She walked ahead of me, pulling against the leash. I moved up the last few stairs from the landing, I could feel the people around me even if I couldn't see them. How many were there, I wondered. What was Gavin planning?

"Tie her up." Gavin said, the coolness of his voice grating on my nerves. This was the tone he took whenever he was going to push me, testing my limits.

I crawled quickly as Lydia pulled the leash, leading me across the room.

"Up." She snapped, then "Good girl." As I rose.

"We're going to give our guests a show tonight." Gavin said from behind me, moving closer until he was right behind me.

I could feel the denim of his jeans brush against my thighs and ass, nudging the butt plug slightly, sending a pang of ache shooting through my body.

"Give me your hands" Gavin said, stepping around me, facing me.

I lifted my hands slowly, I didn't need to see, I knew exactly what was happening. A chill ran through me, though I wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear. Maybe both. Gavin tied the rope loosely around one wrist, then the other. The rope looped several times around my forearms, binding them tight. He raised my hands and hooked the rope on something above my head, suspending me. He tugged hard a few times to make sure I couldn't pull away. I was trapped, I couldn't get away if I wanted.

"See what a good whore she is." Gavin said to the group of men behind me.

How many were there? I wondered, what was the plan? Would they each have me, one at a time? Would they all use me at the same time? Would they fuck me relentlessly in any hole they could get into? I tingled at the idea of being taken over and over, becoming aware of the butt plug in my ass and imagining a cock in its place, pounding against me.

Oh god, what would Tom think? I could never explain this, it would be unforgivable. The thought just jumped into my head, a pang of guilt. For a moment I thought about calling out the safe word and running. Running just like I did before, but the lust won out. The excuses and rationales flooding my mind, 'he'll never know,' 'it's just sex, emotionless and animalistic sex,' 'I'll stop after tonight.' I gave in, my hands tied above my head, I waited to be used. No, it was more than that, I wanted to be used. I wanted cock after cock in me, to pound away at me, violently and

"Let me show you guys what a good whore she is, have a seat." Gavin spoke behind me, to the people in the room, then to me, "I don't want you to make a peep." He came closer, an edge in his voice, "Not one fucking sound. Do you understand?"

"This whore understands." I said quickly, then feeling my face turn red at the snickers coming from the couch.

I felt Gavin step away from me, the shift in the air, the empty space around me. I thought about how I must look to these people, naked except for a mask, tied up, willing... what must they think. An idea popped into my head, if I can't see them because of the mask, then they can't see me. If they don't know me, if they don't know that it's me under this mask, then this is completely anonymous. I wouldn't have to feel self conscious at the grocery store, I wouldn't have to worry about leering looks and knowing smiles.

I screamed at the first strike of the whip across my back. I arched, the butt plug rocketing out of my ass. My ropes held tight, I didn't budge or loosen at all.

"What did I fucking say!" Gavin shouted angrily, it wasn't a question. The whip struck me again, harder, and again, I screamed out.

I didn't mean to, the lashings took me by surprise. I wasn't ready for it, I was expecting to be used, but not like this.

"Go pick that up." Gavin said, I assume referring to the butt plug, "Put it in her mouth, if she can't hold it in one shit hole maybe she can hold it in the other."

Someone was behind me, it wasn't Lydia, I felt clothing brush against me. Then the plug being pushed against my mouth roughly, as if to shove it in me. I opened quickly and gagged as the plug was pushed deep into m mouth.

"Not one more fucking noise from you." Gavin said from behind me.

Another blow from the whip, it stung and I arched against it, but I didn't cry out, I kept my mouth sealed around the butt plug, biting into it a bit.

Gavin paused, waiting to see if I'd cry out. I wouldn't. I'd show him. I won't cry out again.

A fourth blow, harder than the others. Again I arch my back as the sting but don't make a sound. I am breathing hard though, I can't help it. I become aware of this for some reason, my breathing. It doesn't make sense to me, I haven't done anything, I haven't exerted myself, yet I'm breathing like I just ran around the block. Maybe this is my minds way of dealing with the pain and humiliation.

Behind me I can he ohh's and gasps with each blow coming from the audience on the couch. At least two distinct sounds, maybe a third.

"How's that feel bitch." One of them shouts, a mocking tone.

The leather muffles the sound, I can't really hear the voice all that well. I can't tell if it's a voice I know or not.

Another blow, then another then another... three right in a row. My back sore and I'm sure that welts are rising. It feels hot, like I've been burned. I don't feel a wetness though, so I don't think the skin has been broken.