College Summer F/m FF/m Parts 1 and 2
Please take some time to read my book i am writing. I have only written the first couple of chapters.
They story is about a young college kid that gets caught up in some trouble with the home owner he lives with over the summer.
There is tickling, forced sex slavery, and lots of domination. If you like where this is going please make comments. If you would like to see things happen in the story, let me know. I want to make this a full story.
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The College Summer (this is a working title)
By: Squib
It was the summer of ’08, finals were finally over and I was packing up my dorm room. Unlike the previous years I wasn’t going back to my parent’s house in rural Maine. This summer I would stay at school for the summer and continue to work. The money was better and I was very much adjusted to big city life. The bar scene was great, people seemed more adjusted, and I couldn’t fathom working another summer for Ted the fish monger at the local farmers market back home. Waking up at 5 am to start taking in the morning catch had taken its toll. This summer I was going to spend the break crashing at my sister’s friend Jen’s house.
Jen lived about 10 minutes off of campus. I had only met her one time; when my sister came down to see me. Jen was a bit older then me, I was just barely 21. Jen was 31 and was well established as a real estate lawyer. She had her own firm and was doing quite well. This was in the middle of the housing market crash. Bad times for other meant good times for her. Not to say she was happy about all the problems people were having, but it was a living.
I finished packing up my room, slammed a few beers with my roommate to clear out the fridge, and crammed the last of my Wal-Mart furnishing into my 99 Explorer. We said our goodbyes and knew in a few short months we would be living off campus together in our first slum of an apartment. Times were going to be great. As I pulled off campus for the last time until fall, I have to admin I was feeling a little sentimental. But I knew summer would be a great time, lots of work, lots of boozes, and no homework. To say I was ecstatic would be to underplay my mood.
I got to Jen’s about 4:30; saw a note on the door. It said, Come on in. I walked in to her entry way. It was a great place. Large ranch style slab house, with an addition on the back. This place must have been 3000 square feet. I guess she was doing better then I thought. I walked around a bit to check out my new pad. I thought, holly crap, I am going to score so much tail in this place. A note on the kitchen table told me to help myself to whatever I wanted, and my room was at the end of the hall, last door on the left. I ran out to my car and started unpacking my stuff.
About 10 minutes in to the process my cell rang. It was Jen. She told that there was an unfinished basement under the addition; I could store any large items there. This worked out well, my $15 flip and fuck wasn’t exactly up to standards for her place. I finished unpacking my car, hung up my clothes, and found the washer and dryer. Hey, free wash and dry beat the 3 bucks it cost me on campus. And I had some clothes to wash.
Jen got home about 7pm. I was on the couch watching TV. She caught me somewhat off guard. I had only met Jen once, and it was while I was at work. I worked at a restaurant, my sister and she came in to eat. It was a busy Friday, and I didn’t even wait on them. I really didn’t remember her. I think it was the same for her too. Jen was a tall girl with long curly red hair; I would say about she was about 5’10 or 5’11. She wasn’t small either. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t fat. She was just big. Turns out she was a basketball and volleyball player in high school and college. By comparison, I am not big, when standing up straight, I tower about 5’6 and weight about 135. Jen must have 4 or 5 inches and 10 pounds on me.
We made our introductions and she gave me the grand tour. She had a large room in the back of the house that was a nice weight and cardio room. Some equipment was gym quality. Looking at Jen in her work suit you couldn’t tell, but when she changed later it was obvious she used this room quite a bit. She then showed me the office; it had a PC, large LCD TV, and a big couch. She asked me if I had a computer, I did not, so she told me I could use the one in the office anytime I wanted. She said she likes to hang out in there, because she likes the couch better then the one in the family room. She showed me her room; it was a massive master suite. It had a large bathroom with a shower and a separate whirlpool tub. Told me I had my own bathroom, I liked that. We walked into the kitchen, this was the addition. The kitchen walked out on to a large covered brick patio. She took me down to the basement, I had already been down there, but she was a very detail oriented woman. Going down in the basement it was obvious that the addition had been done 20 or 30 years ago. It was musty and cobweb filled. There was only one door down there, it lead to what could only be described as a root cellar under the brick patio off the kitchen. You don’t really see a design that that anymore, but it was an old house. She took me back there, it had ceiling beams over head and I would guess a stone floor. It was covered in dirt from run off when it rained. We went back up stairs to the kitchen and sat at the table.
She asked if I was hungry, I was, I am always hungry come to think of it. So we ordered a pizza. She grabbed some beers from the fridge and we made small talk. To tell you it wasn’t awkward would be a lie. We did have common ground, my sister and her college antics made for good conversion until the pizza arrived. We had dinner and had some more beers. After the first 6 pack we loosened up a bit and started talking about everything. Jen was a fascinating woman, she had been to 4 different continents, was almost married, and loved ice hockey. I had also noticed was an attractive woman, I didn’t really think about when we first met, but after a few beers. Well, it was after a few beers...
We finished up the beer in the fridge, she told me she had an early morning, and went off to bed. It was my first night in my new surroundings. I wasn’t nervous, but it was somewhat uncomfortable. I was just some college kid in a place I could never afford, paying a nominal amount in rent. I felt awkward I guess. So I tossed out the empty beer cans, and went and took a shower. The bathroom was great; it was about the size of my dorm room. The big marble shower was something I never seen before; it had that fancy plumbing with multiple shower heads. Wow, the rural size of me came out there…I finished up, grabbed what looked to be a towel, but bed sheet sized and went into my room. Flipped the light and dove into my bed, something wasn’t right, oh, I remember, it was comfortable. Maybe Jen should have picked out the dorm room mattresses.
The next morning I woke up, got ready for work and went into the kitchen, Jen had left me note telling me there was breakfast in the fridge. It was very nice of her. She cut me up fresh fruit and had made some waffles. I could get used to this. Took off to work and the routine began.
The next couple of weeks had passed and we were basically roommates. The morning breakfasts were a thing of the past. The breakfasts really only lasted a day or two. I didn’t work everyday, but when I did, Jen was always gone long before I woke up. I really had the house to myself. I didn’t see much of Jen during the week, and I worked most weekend nights, so I just saw her on the weekend mornings. Between work and the summer break, most of my friends either had gone home for the summer or worked just as much as me. My social life wasn’t quite what it was during the school year. I spent most nights watching movies in the office. Sometimes Jen would join me, but most often she would retire to her own room.
One Tuesday morning, about 9 am; I for some reason woke up early. I got undressed and decided to take a morning shower. Wrapped in a towel I walked out in to the hall. Just before walking into the bathroom I thought, well maybe I could take care of some personal business first. I walked into the office, sat in the big leather chair and started surfing some “artistic content” on the web. I usually surf porn at night before bed. This practice was somewhat nerve racking however, Jen was in the house, and it was her computer. But I only went to a few sites, and had purchased a paid subscription to a large content provider site so I wasn’t too concerned about viruses or getting hacked. I started surfing away, it wasn’t but a few minutes when I tossed the towel over the couch arm behind me next to the door. I was pumped, because I got to use the speakers for the first time. I was sure Jen wouldn’t hear them at night, but why take that kind of risk. With the house to myself I could relax and really enjoy the show. My tastes in porn have changed since my first viewings of old playboys in my parent’s basement. The internet had turned me on to all kinds of different styles of adult content. My newest fetish was bondage. I loved the bondage films, but I wasn’t really in to the hardcore pain stuff, I liked a couple of subsets of the bondage scene; tickling, femdom and bondage in public. This was really my cup of tea you could say. So I pulled up a personal favorite site of mine, it was girls ticking girls who where very tightly bound down. I’ll be honest, if you are going to do bondage do it right, a pair of furry handcuffs are for amateurs. Going back to the film, it was a sexy blond strapped down to what can only be described as a flipped over coffee table. Her arms were wrapped around the legs of one end of the table and from her elbow to elbow there was a cocoon of blue painters tape encasing her forearms and hands. The table legs kept her arms above her head and apart with a table leg in a crook of each elbow. Her legs were bound in the exact same way, with the exception of the bottoms of her feet exposed and her big toes tied back. All four limbs were wrapped around one of the four table legs. Really a fantastic bondage position, this was a new film, and I was thrilled. This girl was going nowhere fast. Then walked in a black haired girl and a brown haired girl, they were dressed in matching leather panties and bra’s. This wasn’t a plot movie; it was a hardcore ticking movie. The blond girl attempted to struggle to get some play from her restraints, but this might have been the most helpless I had ever scene a bondage model. The black haired girl laughed a bit at the struggle and sat down at the head of the helpless blond. The brown haired girl sat the opposite end of the table. They made some taunting comments to the completely naked blond girl, and the madness began. The leather clad girls worked the blond over like I had never seen before; the blond was screeching but couldn’t even wiggle to get away from the onslaught. They worked her sides, feet and armpits like harpists in a symphony. The speakers were even a bit too loud for me, they were shouting her helpless squeals, they echoed off the walls of the office. I have had to turn them down a bit, but wow was this intense. The two girls were also doing a little trash talking to the blond. They made her say she was a little piggy, they made beg for more. Tears streamed down the blonds face, smudging her make up. There was no faking here, this girl was being truly tickle tortured. I have to admit I was full bore stroking at this point. And then came a little whisper, “what are you watching?”
I froze this point, oh shit, what now? I hit the minimize button on the window (not the close) and the window just went in to the task bar, still blaring the poor blonds screams for mercy. I turned off the speakers and slowly looked behind me. Jen stood there, she was in her gym working out, and she was wearing little shorts and a sports bra. Her hair was up in a pony tail. She just finished wiping her sweat off with my towel and tossed into the hallway behind her. This is where a number of stark realizations came in to my head. First, I was completely naked, with a massive hard-on. Two, Jen was built like a brick shit house. Six pack abs, big muscular thighs and calves, buff biceps and triceps. She was an athlete, and in very impressive shape. The third reality was that she just caught me watching fetish porn on her computer, jerking off naked in her office chair. I was guessing that I would be out of the house by noon and my sister would hear about this. I was mortified. Jen told me to go sit on the couch, so I did. I felt like a little kid who was about to be scolded by his parents. The couch faced the computer monitor, Jen told me not to move. She took her hair out of the pony tail, closed the door and sat in the leather desk chair. She opens the movie playing on the computer and then opened up IE. She clicked on the favorites tab and pulled up about 3 websites. Of course they were all my usual sites. She spun around in the chair and faced me. I was covering up my junk, still hard mind you, and she told me to put my hand to my sides. I looked confused, she said, “if you want don’t want to be homeless in 10 minutes, put them to the sides!” I did as I was told. She looked at me and turned to the monitor and asked if I liked what the two girls were doing to the blond. I didn’t answer, she instantly snapped into lawyer Jen. Probing questions, backing me into corners, being very forceful, finally I admitted that I liked watching her scream as she was tickled. She went to the fist site on the favorites list; it was a tickling site, girls tied to all sorts of things, tables, chairs, stocks, and crosses, getting tickled, and in some cased gang ticked, 5,6,7 or 8 ticklers in some cases. “So you like all these poor girls squirming around getting tickled helpless” yes, I quietly said. Site two was a FemDom site. Girls and guys with collars on being walked around like dogs and bowing to everything the mistress told them to do. “You like to watch these people get treated like slaves? Does that get you off?” again, I said yes. Site three was the worst; it was a public humiliation site. Basically girls stripped in public places, forced to suck dick, eat pussy and get fucked. They were tied up in some cases, and dragged around like animals. This wasn’t staged stuff, it was really happening to these girls; it was consensual, but real. She said to me, “These girls are being treated like whores, actually aren’t even being treated as well as whores, you like watching these girls being used like this?” I said nothing, she yelled me, “Answer Me!” I nodded yes. Then she asked me was would be the hardest question yet. “Who do you fantasize about being in these movies, the person in control or the helpless one?” I thought about it for a minute, I could tell she was getting impatient. I whispered “…helpless one…” Jen gave me a weird look. She spun around in the chair and closed out all the porn sites. Turned to me and said “if you want to stay living here, you have to earn it.” If I had know what that entailed then, like I do now, I might not have put my head down and said, ok.
Jen told me to get on the floor on my knees. I wasn’t sure about this; she was very clear with me, on the floor or get out! I reluctantly got on the floor, she told me to take off her shoes and socks. I did as I was told; her socks took a bit of struggling to get off, as they were covered in sweat from her work out. Jen spun around in the office chair and opened up a drawer in the desk, she pulled out a pair of pantyhose. She spun back around and told me to face the wall with my hand behind my back. I did as I was told; she proceeded to tie my hand together and then bound my feet together. Then, she tied them both together. She stood up and pushed me over. I laid there hog tied on the office floor. She walked over to the computer and told me to look at the screen. She pulled up a folder with about 20 movie files in, she played one of them. It was of me watching porn in her office jerking off. She had every time I did it on video. She said, I keep important documents in here, of course I have a security camera.” I could only imagine what my face looked like. Then she told me the long term plan. She said, “I know you fantasize about being a slave, and now you are one. If you don’t do everything I tell you for the rest of the summer your mother and sister are getting copies of these tapes. I will also throw you out on the streets, and I know you can‘t afford a place. I want to hear, yes Jen, I understand.” I was stunned; she opened up an email, and typed my sister’s name. Then she attached the first file to it. She said again, “do you understand or do I need to send this file off to your sister?” I quickly said YES, YES, I understand. Jen closed out the email, and turned back around in the chair. She looked at me and said, clean my feet. I said I can’t I’m tied up. She looked at her foot and shoved it in my mouth. Lick you little fuck. I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning Jens feet with my mouth. She made me lick between her toes, the bottoms of her foot, the tops, all the way to the ankle. When I finished, she rolled me over and untied me. She told me not to get dressed, I had work to do.
I walked out of the office and glanced at the towel, Jen remarked, don’t even think about it. She told me to follow her into the kitchen. I did and then she told me to take out the trash. I asked her where I should put it, she told me in the can in the garage, and then take the can out to the curb. I protested saying I could get arrested. She told me she knew both neighbors on the cul-de-sac. The street only had 3 houses in eye shot distance. Jen’s and one on each side of Jens house. The other houses were about 1000 feet up the street split up by some common ground with quite a bit of trees. Her place was pretty secluded, aside from the other two houses next door. I did as I was told, dragged the trash can down the driveway to the curb. As I turned around I heard the garage door closing. I wouldn’t make it back inside even if I ran. There I stood, naked at the end of her driveway. I walked back to the house; she stood in the window and point to the back yard. I walk over to the gate and went in the back yard. When I got there she was standing on the back patio. She walked up to me and said, let me give you a little tour. She showed me a little wooden shed in the back yard. It was empty dilapidated. Behind that was a fully fenced in dog pen. A large dog must have lived here at some point because even the top of the pen was covered by cyclone fence. Other then that there was an old oak tree with a tire swing hanging from it. It looked like it had been there for too many years. This part of Jens yard was very wide open; both neighbors could easily see the dog pen and oak tree from their back windows.
Jen looked at me and told me if I ever question her I would be spending time in the pen. This thing was a pad lock away from being an outside jail cell. I felt a tingle run up my spine just thinking about it. I knew she wasn’t joking. At this point the really started to sink in what was happening. I was standing in Jens back yard naked, being told I would be locked in a dog pen for disobeying her. She held all the cards in this deal, and I held none. I looked at Jen and told her I had to get ready for work. She laughed and said, you make in a week what I make in two hours. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called information. She got the number for my job and told me to call and quit. I had a new job now. I protested, and gave me this most horrible look, told me to go into the pen and lay down. I was speechless; she repeated and informed me she would not be asking again. I walked into the cage and she shut the door. She told me to lay down again so I did. She turned around and walked across the yard to the patio and went in the kitchen. About 3 minutes later she returned. She walked into the cage with me and handcuffed one hand to the right side of the cage and one to left. She then tied my feet the same way with some rope. As I lay there on the muddy ground of the cage, she laughed at me a bit. She squatted down on my chest and looked at me. As she looked me in the eyes she said, you belong to me now. She also told me she spent the last couple weeks looking at the websites I had been viewing and said she too fantasized about them, but she fantasized about being the one in control. She took this opportunity to test me out a little. She reached into my underarms and gives me a little tickle. I squirmed and squeaked a little, her eyes lit up as she said. Wow you are really ticklish aren’t you? This is going to be a long summer. She spent about 2 or 3 more minutes tickling me then got up. She closed the cage door and snapped a padlock on the gate. She told me I would spend some time out here to think about my obligation to her. She then called my work in front of me and told my boss Lori I was not going to be able to come back to work. There was some small talk and then Jens face lit up again. Lori? she said, from Winchester? Oh my god, haven’t seen you in years. We should grab lunch sometime. The conversation continued. Lori was my boss, she too was a bigger woman, but she was a bit chunky. I always thought she had a thing for me, but she was too big for my tastes. Lori and Jen continued talking. They had quite a bit of history; they lived together when they were 18 briefly, and went to the same community college together. They had been very good friends. Lori finally asked the question I didn’t want her too. Why is he really quitting? Jen said, do you want to know the truth? I have him tied up naked in my back yard dog cage. I could hear Lori laughing on the other end of the phone. Lori thought Jen was kidding, Jen didn’t try to hard to convince her of the truth. She asked Lori what she thought of me, Lori was startled. Jen jumped at it and said, you have a little thing for him don’t you? She razzed Lori for a few minutes, and asked what time she got off work. Lori said she was just in for a bit doing paperwork but she was getting ready to leave. Jen said that she was off work too and Lori should stop over for lunch. Plans were made and I was still tied up naked.
Jen put the key to the pad lock and cuffs on a clip and hung it form the cage door. She told me she was going to shower and not to go anywhere. Laughing she went back into the house. I laid there naked in the sun for about a half an hour when the lawn sprinklers kicked on. The soft mud I was laying in became a mud hole. I was covered like a pig. Jen came out and laughed a bit more, she told me she forgot they came on now and not to worry they turn off at some point. About 20 minutes later I heard the door open, and looked up; it was Jen and Lori walking towards the cage. Lori was freaked out at first, but then got a good laugh. As they stood there looking at me covered in mud naked, Jen explained the whole story to Lori, Lori looked at me and said, wow I didn’t know you were such a freak. Jen then told Lori and me words I didn’t want to hear, she told me, you are to do everything Lori tells you, just like it is coming from me. Jen then unlocked the cage door and untied me. She told me to go get the hose. As I stood in the back yard covered in mud Lori did the honors of hosing me off. They both got quite a kick out of the whole ordeal. Jen then told me to go inside and take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked toward my room, I heard Jen from the family room tell me to come to her. I walked in the family room to the two of them drinking a glass of wine. Jen told me to put the towel back in the bathroom and come back and sit on the couch. As I sat there naked, Jen and Lori talked about how they would teach me how to be a proper slave. While in the shower Jen elaborated more on what I had been watching. Lori at this point was far more dominate then I had ever seen her before. Lori, as I said, was a big girl, she was about 5’8 and about 175 lbs. Lori told me to lie on the floor, the carpet was thick and plush, and it was quite warm and comfortable. As I lied there Lori told me to put my hand above my head. She then got up and sat on my arms with her legs apart in a V shape with my head in the middle. She asked Jen to help her out with something. Jen got up and Lori instructed her to sit on my legs facing my feet. Lori then told Jen that I needed to be treated like the girl in the video, and Lori looked at me and then asked how I would like that. I got chills as goose bumps rose all over me. I said I thought it would be very maddening to be so helpless and tickled. Lori laughed and said, we will have to see won’t we. Jen look back and asked if Lori was ready, Lori nodded and they lunged at me like two hawks. Both girls had long nails, and domineering temperament. I was in real trouble. Lori dug her nails into my underarms, at the same time Jen attacked my feet. I screamed and tried to struggle free. Between Jens strength and Lori’s weight I wasn’t going anywhere. They ruthlessly tickled me; Lori’s hands probed my underarms and worked their way down my sides. On their way back up they attacked my stomach and chest. When they hit my stomach I jumped. Lori told Jen she found the spot. Jen told her to make me pay for the videos. Lori worked my stomach over for quite sometime. Tears started to rise up from my eyes and I started to get an erection. Lori noticed it first, and called it to Jens attention. Jen said, wow he really likes this. Then Jen got off of me, and told me if I moved I would spend the rest of the day in the cage. She sat next to me and started working me over everywhere. Lori moved to the side too and did the same. Both girls now tickled me everywhere they wanted, I had to grab the bottom of the couch to keep from moving. The fact I wasn’t held down now made it far worse. Jen told me if I made another sound this would go on all day. I bit my lips to keep from screaming. I laid there shaking as the girls treated my like a cats scratching pole. Lori then moved to my feet. She held my big toes together with her hand and tickled my soles with the other. At the same time, Jen was working on my inner thighs. This might have been the worst combo yet. I let out a loud scream and begged for a moment of mercy. Jen looked at me with fierce eyes. She screamed, “What did I tell you?” Lori was startled. Jen looked at me and said, “if I am not getting through to you, maybe you need another master.” She told me to get up and go into the office. She told me to sit down at the computer and send Lori an email. I asked her what I should say to here, Jen told me to attach 4 of the security videos to email and then put my sisters and moms email address in the email. I tried to protest. Jen told me to do it now or the videos would go out to my sister. I did as I was told. As soon as I hit send, Lori looked at me and Jen and asked if this was for real. Jen said, you have the videos and the email address. He is now your slave too. Lori looked at Jen and smiled then asked if she could try me out. Jen said sure, she had to run to the store anyway to get some stuff. Jen left the room and Lori told me to get on the floor. I did, and then Lori tied my hands behind my back with the same pantyhose that were used earlier. Lori walked over to the couch and took off her pants and sat down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She grabbed me by the back of the hair, looked me in the eyes and said. I thought it would be fun to hook up with you once. But now I get you at my whim. She told me that she didn’t know what Jen had in store for me, but she liked the idea of the public humiliation site. I have some friends that would really enjoy you coming around to pleasure them. I think I really am going to enjoy the summer with you. Lori smiled and then shoved my face into her soaking wet vagina. She told me I was going to pleasure her until she was done. She also told me if she didn’t cum at least twice, I was going to have some problems. As I dug in, I realized that Lori might not be an amateur at this whole slave boy thing. Lori lay back on the couch and wrapped her legs around my head. Pulling my hair tighter she grinded my face into vagina. Lori began to moan as she washed my face with her wetness. I licked her everywhere as I was instructed. I was at least happy that she was enjoying herself. After all, at this point I didn’t have much choice; I might as well do the best job I can. I don’t recall ever seeing a girl this wet before, it was actually dripping off my face. At this point I was very turned on; Lori continued to grind my face deep between her thighs. She let go of my hair and pulled her shirt off, then unclasped her bra. Lori has large big girl breasts. They were D cup and very full. I have been eating away for about 10 minutes now and began to tire. Lori was on the cusp of her first orgasm, I know I needed to keep her happy; I slowed down for just a second when Lori grabbed me by the back of the hair and shoved my face against her vagina. She told me I better not slow down. Then it came, Lori started to breath very heavy, she started to shake and then she about broke my nose cramming my face so hard into her. She let out this large grunt and started cuming. This went on for about 30 seconds. She settled down again and told me I was going to fuck her. She kicked my over on my back and climbed on top of me. I was rock hard and she was soaking wet, she was riding me in no time. As she road me, she told me I would cum if and when she told me. This made me a bit nervous. I didn’t know if I could hold it in, I had no control over the rhythm of our fucking. Lori then looked down at me and started ticking my stomach again. As a distraction this was great, but god she was good at finding my most ticklish spots. I writhed around on the ground as she rode on top of me. Her large breasts bouncing and sweat beading up on her forehead and chest, looking up at her I knew I lost any semblance of control over myself. As she told me, I belonged to her. Lori leaned over and put one of her breasts in my mouth. I began to suck on her right nipple, as sweat dripped on to me. Her hair fell on my face and tickled me as she rocked back and forth. Again I heard the very heavy breathing begin. I thought, oh shit, I am going to burst. I tried to hold it in, as Lori began to breathe heavier. I tried to bite my touch to stop, but I couldn’t. I arched my back and let out a earth shattering moan, I must have gotten off for 20 seconds. Lori kept riding me even after I got off; she got off maybe 30 seconds later. Then she collapsed on top of me. We both laid there drenched in sweat, me still inside Lori. Lori lay on top of me for a good ten minutes as we caught our breath. She then rolled off of me and said, what did I say about you getting off? I thought because she got off twice it wouldn’t be an issue. Turns out I was wrong. Lori got up and sat on the couch. Picked me up and made me kneel in front of her. She said, look I have the movies, the email addresses and Jen made me your master. You will do as you are fucking told. I told you not to get off until you were given permission. Now clean up your mess. Lori grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my face back into her vagina. This time it was wet from me and her. She told me to lick until she said she was clean. As I knelt there eating out a girl I just got off in, I realized that I would never do this on my own. The feeling of servitude washed over me. I now was doing things I wouldn’t do normally because I was told to do them by a “master.” The amount of leverage these women had over me was immense. I was starting to fall right into place as a slave. As I finished up “cleaning” Lori, she looked at me and said, she was going back to her place. She said she didn’t know what to do with me because Jen wasn’t home yet, so it was off to the cage for me again. This time however I was just left with my hand tied behind my back. Lori pushed me in the cage, the padlocked it shut and took the keys with her. I stood there naked in the cage in the middle of the day, ankle deep in mud from the sprinkler system.
To Be Continued.
Please take some time to read my book i am writing. I have only written the first couple of chapters.
They story is about a young college kid that gets caught up in some trouble with the home owner he lives with over the summer.
There is tickling, forced sex slavery, and lots of domination. If you like where this is going please make comments. If you would like to see things happen in the story, let me know. I want to make this a full story.
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The College Summer (this is a working title)
By: Squib
It was the summer of ’08, finals were finally over and I was packing up my dorm room. Unlike the previous years I wasn’t going back to my parent’s house in rural Maine. This summer I would stay at school for the summer and continue to work. The money was better and I was very much adjusted to big city life. The bar scene was great, people seemed more adjusted, and I couldn’t fathom working another summer for Ted the fish monger at the local farmers market back home. Waking up at 5 am to start taking in the morning catch had taken its toll. This summer I was going to spend the break crashing at my sister’s friend Jen’s house.
Jen lived about 10 minutes off of campus. I had only met her one time; when my sister came down to see me. Jen was a bit older then me, I was just barely 21. Jen was 31 and was well established as a real estate lawyer. She had her own firm and was doing quite well. This was in the middle of the housing market crash. Bad times for other meant good times for her. Not to say she was happy about all the problems people were having, but it was a living.
I finished packing up my room, slammed a few beers with my roommate to clear out the fridge, and crammed the last of my Wal-Mart furnishing into my 99 Explorer. We said our goodbyes and knew in a few short months we would be living off campus together in our first slum of an apartment. Times were going to be great. As I pulled off campus for the last time until fall, I have to admin I was feeling a little sentimental. But I knew summer would be a great time, lots of work, lots of boozes, and no homework. To say I was ecstatic would be to underplay my mood.
I got to Jen’s about 4:30; saw a note on the door. It said, Come on in. I walked in to her entry way. It was a great place. Large ranch style slab house, with an addition on the back. This place must have been 3000 square feet. I guess she was doing better then I thought. I walked around a bit to check out my new pad. I thought, holly crap, I am going to score so much tail in this place. A note on the kitchen table told me to help myself to whatever I wanted, and my room was at the end of the hall, last door on the left. I ran out to my car and started unpacking my stuff.
About 10 minutes in to the process my cell rang. It was Jen. She told that there was an unfinished basement under the addition; I could store any large items there. This worked out well, my $15 flip and fuck wasn’t exactly up to standards for her place. I finished unpacking my car, hung up my clothes, and found the washer and dryer. Hey, free wash and dry beat the 3 bucks it cost me on campus. And I had some clothes to wash.
Jen got home about 7pm. I was on the couch watching TV. She caught me somewhat off guard. I had only met Jen once, and it was while I was at work. I worked at a restaurant, my sister and she came in to eat. It was a busy Friday, and I didn’t even wait on them. I really didn’t remember her. I think it was the same for her too. Jen was a tall girl with long curly red hair; I would say about she was about 5’10 or 5’11. She wasn’t small either. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t fat. She was just big. Turns out she was a basketball and volleyball player in high school and college. By comparison, I am not big, when standing up straight, I tower about 5’6 and weight about 135. Jen must have 4 or 5 inches and 10 pounds on me.
We made our introductions and she gave me the grand tour. She had a large room in the back of the house that was a nice weight and cardio room. Some equipment was gym quality. Looking at Jen in her work suit you couldn’t tell, but when she changed later it was obvious she used this room quite a bit. She then showed me the office; it had a PC, large LCD TV, and a big couch. She asked me if I had a computer, I did not, so she told me I could use the one in the office anytime I wanted. She said she likes to hang out in there, because she likes the couch better then the one in the family room. She showed me her room; it was a massive master suite. It had a large bathroom with a shower and a separate whirlpool tub. Told me I had my own bathroom, I liked that. We walked into the kitchen, this was the addition. The kitchen walked out on to a large covered brick patio. She took me down to the basement, I had already been down there, but she was a very detail oriented woman. Going down in the basement it was obvious that the addition had been done 20 or 30 years ago. It was musty and cobweb filled. There was only one door down there, it lead to what could only be described as a root cellar under the brick patio off the kitchen. You don’t really see a design that that anymore, but it was an old house. She took me back there, it had ceiling beams over head and I would guess a stone floor. It was covered in dirt from run off when it rained. We went back up stairs to the kitchen and sat at the table.
She asked if I was hungry, I was, I am always hungry come to think of it. So we ordered a pizza. She grabbed some beers from the fridge and we made small talk. To tell you it wasn’t awkward would be a lie. We did have common ground, my sister and her college antics made for good conversion until the pizza arrived. We had dinner and had some more beers. After the first 6 pack we loosened up a bit and started talking about everything. Jen was a fascinating woman, she had been to 4 different continents, was almost married, and loved ice hockey. I had also noticed was an attractive woman, I didn’t really think about when we first met, but after a few beers. Well, it was after a few beers...
We finished up the beer in the fridge, she told me she had an early morning, and went off to bed. It was my first night in my new surroundings. I wasn’t nervous, but it was somewhat uncomfortable. I was just some college kid in a place I could never afford, paying a nominal amount in rent. I felt awkward I guess. So I tossed out the empty beer cans, and went and took a shower. The bathroom was great; it was about the size of my dorm room. The big marble shower was something I never seen before; it had that fancy plumbing with multiple shower heads. Wow, the rural size of me came out there…I finished up, grabbed what looked to be a towel, but bed sheet sized and went into my room. Flipped the light and dove into my bed, something wasn’t right, oh, I remember, it was comfortable. Maybe Jen should have picked out the dorm room mattresses.
The next morning I woke up, got ready for work and went into the kitchen, Jen had left me note telling me there was breakfast in the fridge. It was very nice of her. She cut me up fresh fruit and had made some waffles. I could get used to this. Took off to work and the routine began.
The next couple of weeks had passed and we were basically roommates. The morning breakfasts were a thing of the past. The breakfasts really only lasted a day or two. I didn’t work everyday, but when I did, Jen was always gone long before I woke up. I really had the house to myself. I didn’t see much of Jen during the week, and I worked most weekend nights, so I just saw her on the weekend mornings. Between work and the summer break, most of my friends either had gone home for the summer or worked just as much as me. My social life wasn’t quite what it was during the school year. I spent most nights watching movies in the office. Sometimes Jen would join me, but most often she would retire to her own room.
One Tuesday morning, about 9 am; I for some reason woke up early. I got undressed and decided to take a morning shower. Wrapped in a towel I walked out in to the hall. Just before walking into the bathroom I thought, well maybe I could take care of some personal business first. I walked into the office, sat in the big leather chair and started surfing some “artistic content” on the web. I usually surf porn at night before bed. This practice was somewhat nerve racking however, Jen was in the house, and it was her computer. But I only went to a few sites, and had purchased a paid subscription to a large content provider site so I wasn’t too concerned about viruses or getting hacked. I started surfing away, it wasn’t but a few minutes when I tossed the towel over the couch arm behind me next to the door. I was pumped, because I got to use the speakers for the first time. I was sure Jen wouldn’t hear them at night, but why take that kind of risk. With the house to myself I could relax and really enjoy the show. My tastes in porn have changed since my first viewings of old playboys in my parent’s basement. The internet had turned me on to all kinds of different styles of adult content. My newest fetish was bondage. I loved the bondage films, but I wasn’t really in to the hardcore pain stuff, I liked a couple of subsets of the bondage scene; tickling, femdom and bondage in public. This was really my cup of tea you could say. So I pulled up a personal favorite site of mine, it was girls ticking girls who where very tightly bound down. I’ll be honest, if you are going to do bondage do it right, a pair of furry handcuffs are for amateurs. Going back to the film, it was a sexy blond strapped down to what can only be described as a flipped over coffee table. Her arms were wrapped around the legs of one end of the table and from her elbow to elbow there was a cocoon of blue painters tape encasing her forearms and hands. The table legs kept her arms above her head and apart with a table leg in a crook of each elbow. Her legs were bound in the exact same way, with the exception of the bottoms of her feet exposed and her big toes tied back. All four limbs were wrapped around one of the four table legs. Really a fantastic bondage position, this was a new film, and I was thrilled. This girl was going nowhere fast. Then walked in a black haired girl and a brown haired girl, they were dressed in matching leather panties and bra’s. This wasn’t a plot movie; it was a hardcore ticking movie. The blond girl attempted to struggle to get some play from her restraints, but this might have been the most helpless I had ever scene a bondage model. The black haired girl laughed a bit at the struggle and sat down at the head of the helpless blond. The brown haired girl sat the opposite end of the table. They made some taunting comments to the completely naked blond girl, and the madness began. The leather clad girls worked the blond over like I had never seen before; the blond was screeching but couldn’t even wiggle to get away from the onslaught. They worked her sides, feet and armpits like harpists in a symphony. The speakers were even a bit too loud for me, they were shouting her helpless squeals, they echoed off the walls of the office. I have had to turn them down a bit, but wow was this intense. The two girls were also doing a little trash talking to the blond. They made her say she was a little piggy, they made beg for more. Tears streamed down the blonds face, smudging her make up. There was no faking here, this girl was being truly tickle tortured. I have to admit I was full bore stroking at this point. And then came a little whisper, “what are you watching?”
I froze this point, oh shit, what now? I hit the minimize button on the window (not the close) and the window just went in to the task bar, still blaring the poor blonds screams for mercy. I turned off the speakers and slowly looked behind me. Jen stood there, she was in her gym working out, and she was wearing little shorts and a sports bra. Her hair was up in a pony tail. She just finished wiping her sweat off with my towel and tossed into the hallway behind her. This is where a number of stark realizations came in to my head. First, I was completely naked, with a massive hard-on. Two, Jen was built like a brick shit house. Six pack abs, big muscular thighs and calves, buff biceps and triceps. She was an athlete, and in very impressive shape. The third reality was that she just caught me watching fetish porn on her computer, jerking off naked in her office chair. I was guessing that I would be out of the house by noon and my sister would hear about this. I was mortified. Jen told me to go sit on the couch, so I did. I felt like a little kid who was about to be scolded by his parents. The couch faced the computer monitor, Jen told me not to move. She took her hair out of the pony tail, closed the door and sat in the leather desk chair. She opens the movie playing on the computer and then opened up IE. She clicked on the favorites tab and pulled up about 3 websites. Of course they were all my usual sites. She spun around in the chair and faced me. I was covering up my junk, still hard mind you, and she told me to put my hand to my sides. I looked confused, she said, “if you want don’t want to be homeless in 10 minutes, put them to the sides!” I did as I was told. She looked at me and turned to the monitor and asked if I liked what the two girls were doing to the blond. I didn’t answer, she instantly snapped into lawyer Jen. Probing questions, backing me into corners, being very forceful, finally I admitted that I liked watching her scream as she was tickled. She went to the fist site on the favorites list; it was a tickling site, girls tied to all sorts of things, tables, chairs, stocks, and crosses, getting tickled, and in some cased gang ticked, 5,6,7 or 8 ticklers in some cases. “So you like all these poor girls squirming around getting tickled helpless” yes, I quietly said. Site two was a FemDom site. Girls and guys with collars on being walked around like dogs and bowing to everything the mistress told them to do. “You like to watch these people get treated like slaves? Does that get you off?” again, I said yes. Site three was the worst; it was a public humiliation site. Basically girls stripped in public places, forced to suck dick, eat pussy and get fucked. They were tied up in some cases, and dragged around like animals. This wasn’t staged stuff, it was really happening to these girls; it was consensual, but real. She said to me, “These girls are being treated like whores, actually aren’t even being treated as well as whores, you like watching these girls being used like this?” I said nothing, she yelled me, “Answer Me!” I nodded yes. Then she asked me was would be the hardest question yet. “Who do you fantasize about being in these movies, the person in control or the helpless one?” I thought about it for a minute, I could tell she was getting impatient. I whispered “…helpless one…” Jen gave me a weird look. She spun around in the chair and closed out all the porn sites. Turned to me and said “if you want to stay living here, you have to earn it.” If I had know what that entailed then, like I do now, I might not have put my head down and said, ok.
Jen told me to get on the floor on my knees. I wasn’t sure about this; she was very clear with me, on the floor or get out! I reluctantly got on the floor, she told me to take off her shoes and socks. I did as I was told; her socks took a bit of struggling to get off, as they were covered in sweat from her work out. Jen spun around in the office chair and opened up a drawer in the desk, she pulled out a pair of pantyhose. She spun back around and told me to face the wall with my hand behind my back. I did as I was told; she proceeded to tie my hand together and then bound my feet together. Then, she tied them both together. She stood up and pushed me over. I laid there hog tied on the office floor. She walked over to the computer and told me to look at the screen. She pulled up a folder with about 20 movie files in, she played one of them. It was of me watching porn in her office jerking off. She had every time I did it on video. She said, I keep important documents in here, of course I have a security camera.” I could only imagine what my face looked like. Then she told me the long term plan. She said, “I know you fantasize about being a slave, and now you are one. If you don’t do everything I tell you for the rest of the summer your mother and sister are getting copies of these tapes. I will also throw you out on the streets, and I know you can‘t afford a place. I want to hear, yes Jen, I understand.” I was stunned; she opened up an email, and typed my sister’s name. Then she attached the first file to it. She said again, “do you understand or do I need to send this file off to your sister?” I quickly said YES, YES, I understand. Jen closed out the email, and turned back around in the chair. She looked at me and said, clean my feet. I said I can’t I’m tied up. She looked at her foot and shoved it in my mouth. Lick you little fuck. I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning Jens feet with my mouth. She made me lick between her toes, the bottoms of her foot, the tops, all the way to the ankle. When I finished, she rolled me over and untied me. She told me not to get dressed, I had work to do.
I walked out of the office and glanced at the towel, Jen remarked, don’t even think about it. She told me to follow her into the kitchen. I did and then she told me to take out the trash. I asked her where I should put it, she told me in the can in the garage, and then take the can out to the curb. I protested saying I could get arrested. She told me she knew both neighbors on the cul-de-sac. The street only had 3 houses in eye shot distance. Jen’s and one on each side of Jens house. The other houses were about 1000 feet up the street split up by some common ground with quite a bit of trees. Her place was pretty secluded, aside from the other two houses next door. I did as I was told, dragged the trash can down the driveway to the curb. As I turned around I heard the garage door closing. I wouldn’t make it back inside even if I ran. There I stood, naked at the end of her driveway. I walked back to the house; she stood in the window and point to the back yard. I walk over to the gate and went in the back yard. When I got there she was standing on the back patio. She walked up to me and said, let me give you a little tour. She showed me a little wooden shed in the back yard. It was empty dilapidated. Behind that was a fully fenced in dog pen. A large dog must have lived here at some point because even the top of the pen was covered by cyclone fence. Other then that there was an old oak tree with a tire swing hanging from it. It looked like it had been there for too many years. This part of Jens yard was very wide open; both neighbors could easily see the dog pen and oak tree from their back windows.
Jen looked at me and told me if I ever question her I would be spending time in the pen. This thing was a pad lock away from being an outside jail cell. I felt a tingle run up my spine just thinking about it. I knew she wasn’t joking. At this point the really started to sink in what was happening. I was standing in Jens back yard naked, being told I would be locked in a dog pen for disobeying her. She held all the cards in this deal, and I held none. I looked at Jen and told her I had to get ready for work. She laughed and said, you make in a week what I make in two hours. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called information. She got the number for my job and told me to call and quit. I had a new job now. I protested, and gave me this most horrible look, told me to go into the pen and lay down. I was speechless; she repeated and informed me she would not be asking again. I walked into the cage and she shut the door. She told me to lay down again so I did. She turned around and walked across the yard to the patio and went in the kitchen. About 3 minutes later she returned. She walked into the cage with me and handcuffed one hand to the right side of the cage and one to left. She then tied my feet the same way with some rope. As I lay there on the muddy ground of the cage, she laughed at me a bit. She squatted down on my chest and looked at me. As she looked me in the eyes she said, you belong to me now. She also told me she spent the last couple weeks looking at the websites I had been viewing and said she too fantasized about them, but she fantasized about being the one in control. She took this opportunity to test me out a little. She reached into my underarms and gives me a little tickle. I squirmed and squeaked a little, her eyes lit up as she said. Wow you are really ticklish aren’t you? This is going to be a long summer. She spent about 2 or 3 more minutes tickling me then got up. She closed the cage door and snapped a padlock on the gate. She told me I would spend some time out here to think about my obligation to her. She then called my work in front of me and told my boss Lori I was not going to be able to come back to work. There was some small talk and then Jens face lit up again. Lori? she said, from Winchester? Oh my god, haven’t seen you in years. We should grab lunch sometime. The conversation continued. Lori was my boss, she too was a bigger woman, but she was a bit chunky. I always thought she had a thing for me, but she was too big for my tastes. Lori and Jen continued talking. They had quite a bit of history; they lived together when they were 18 briefly, and went to the same community college together. They had been very good friends. Lori finally asked the question I didn’t want her too. Why is he really quitting? Jen said, do you want to know the truth? I have him tied up naked in my back yard dog cage. I could hear Lori laughing on the other end of the phone. Lori thought Jen was kidding, Jen didn’t try to hard to convince her of the truth. She asked Lori what she thought of me, Lori was startled. Jen jumped at it and said, you have a little thing for him don’t you? She razzed Lori for a few minutes, and asked what time she got off work. Lori said she was just in for a bit doing paperwork but she was getting ready to leave. Jen said that she was off work too and Lori should stop over for lunch. Plans were made and I was still tied up naked.
Jen put the key to the pad lock and cuffs on a clip and hung it form the cage door. She told me she was going to shower and not to go anywhere. Laughing she went back into the house. I laid there naked in the sun for about a half an hour when the lawn sprinklers kicked on. The soft mud I was laying in became a mud hole. I was covered like a pig. Jen came out and laughed a bit more, she told me she forgot they came on now and not to worry they turn off at some point. About 20 minutes later I heard the door open, and looked up; it was Jen and Lori walking towards the cage. Lori was freaked out at first, but then got a good laugh. As they stood there looking at me covered in mud naked, Jen explained the whole story to Lori, Lori looked at me and said, wow I didn’t know you were such a freak. Jen then told Lori and me words I didn’t want to hear, she told me, you are to do everything Lori tells you, just like it is coming from me. Jen then unlocked the cage door and untied me. She told me to go get the hose. As I stood in the back yard covered in mud Lori did the honors of hosing me off. They both got quite a kick out of the whole ordeal. Jen then told me to go inside and take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked toward my room, I heard Jen from the family room tell me to come to her. I walked in the family room to the two of them drinking a glass of wine. Jen told me to put the towel back in the bathroom and come back and sit on the couch. As I sat there naked, Jen and Lori talked about how they would teach me how to be a proper slave. While in the shower Jen elaborated more on what I had been watching. Lori at this point was far more dominate then I had ever seen her before. Lori, as I said, was a big girl, she was about 5’8 and about 175 lbs. Lori told me to lie on the floor, the carpet was thick and plush, and it was quite warm and comfortable. As I lied there Lori told me to put my hand above my head. She then got up and sat on my arms with her legs apart in a V shape with my head in the middle. She asked Jen to help her out with something. Jen got up and Lori instructed her to sit on my legs facing my feet. Lori then told Jen that I needed to be treated like the girl in the video, and Lori looked at me and then asked how I would like that. I got chills as goose bumps rose all over me. I said I thought it would be very maddening to be so helpless and tickled. Lori laughed and said, we will have to see won’t we. Jen look back and asked if Lori was ready, Lori nodded and they lunged at me like two hawks. Both girls had long nails, and domineering temperament. I was in real trouble. Lori dug her nails into my underarms, at the same time Jen attacked my feet. I screamed and tried to struggle free. Between Jens strength and Lori’s weight I wasn’t going anywhere. They ruthlessly tickled me; Lori’s hands probed my underarms and worked their way down my sides. On their way back up they attacked my stomach and chest. When they hit my stomach I jumped. Lori told Jen she found the spot. Jen told her to make me pay for the videos. Lori worked my stomach over for quite sometime. Tears started to rise up from my eyes and I started to get an erection. Lori noticed it first, and called it to Jens attention. Jen said, wow he really likes this. Then Jen got off of me, and told me if I moved I would spend the rest of the day in the cage. She sat next to me and started working me over everywhere. Lori moved to the side too and did the same. Both girls now tickled me everywhere they wanted, I had to grab the bottom of the couch to keep from moving. The fact I wasn’t held down now made it far worse. Jen told me if I made another sound this would go on all day. I bit my lips to keep from screaming. I laid there shaking as the girls treated my like a cats scratching pole. Lori then moved to my feet. She held my big toes together with her hand and tickled my soles with the other. At the same time, Jen was working on my inner thighs. This might have been the worst combo yet. I let out a loud scream and begged for a moment of mercy. Jen looked at me with fierce eyes. She screamed, “What did I tell you?” Lori was startled. Jen looked at me and said, “if I am not getting through to you, maybe you need another master.” She told me to get up and go into the office. She told me to sit down at the computer and send Lori an email. I asked her what I should say to here, Jen told me to attach 4 of the security videos to email and then put my sisters and moms email address in the email. I tried to protest. Jen told me to do it now or the videos would go out to my sister. I did as I was told. As soon as I hit send, Lori looked at me and Jen and asked if this was for real. Jen said, you have the videos and the email address. He is now your slave too. Lori looked at Jen and smiled then asked if she could try me out. Jen said sure, she had to run to the store anyway to get some stuff. Jen left the room and Lori told me to get on the floor. I did, and then Lori tied my hands behind my back with the same pantyhose that were used earlier. Lori walked over to the couch and took off her pants and sat down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She grabbed me by the back of the hair, looked me in the eyes and said. I thought it would be fun to hook up with you once. But now I get you at my whim. She told me that she didn’t know what Jen had in store for me, but she liked the idea of the public humiliation site. I have some friends that would really enjoy you coming around to pleasure them. I think I really am going to enjoy the summer with you. Lori smiled and then shoved my face into her soaking wet vagina. She told me I was going to pleasure her until she was done. She also told me if she didn’t cum at least twice, I was going to have some problems. As I dug in, I realized that Lori might not be an amateur at this whole slave boy thing. Lori lay back on the couch and wrapped her legs around my head. Pulling my hair tighter she grinded my face into vagina. Lori began to moan as she washed my face with her wetness. I licked her everywhere as I was instructed. I was at least happy that she was enjoying herself. After all, at this point I didn’t have much choice; I might as well do the best job I can. I don’t recall ever seeing a girl this wet before, it was actually dripping off my face. At this point I was very turned on; Lori continued to grind my face deep between her thighs. She let go of my hair and pulled her shirt off, then unclasped her bra. Lori has large big girl breasts. They were D cup and very full. I have been eating away for about 10 minutes now and began to tire. Lori was on the cusp of her first orgasm, I know I needed to keep her happy; I slowed down for just a second when Lori grabbed me by the back of the hair and shoved my face against her vagina. She told me I better not slow down. Then it came, Lori started to breath very heavy, she started to shake and then she about broke my nose cramming my face so hard into her. She let out this large grunt and started cuming. This went on for about 30 seconds. She settled down again and told me I was going to fuck her. She kicked my over on my back and climbed on top of me. I was rock hard and she was soaking wet, she was riding me in no time. As she road me, she told me I would cum if and when she told me. This made me a bit nervous. I didn’t know if I could hold it in, I had no control over the rhythm of our fucking. Lori then looked down at me and started ticking my stomach again. As a distraction this was great, but god she was good at finding my most ticklish spots. I writhed around on the ground as she rode on top of me. Her large breasts bouncing and sweat beading up on her forehead and chest, looking up at her I knew I lost any semblance of control over myself. As she told me, I belonged to her. Lori leaned over and put one of her breasts in my mouth. I began to suck on her right nipple, as sweat dripped on to me. Her hair fell on my face and tickled me as she rocked back and forth. Again I heard the very heavy breathing begin. I thought, oh shit, I am going to burst. I tried to hold it in, as Lori began to breathe heavier. I tried to bite my touch to stop, but I couldn’t. I arched my back and let out a earth shattering moan, I must have gotten off for 20 seconds. Lori kept riding me even after I got off; she got off maybe 30 seconds later. Then she collapsed on top of me. We both laid there drenched in sweat, me still inside Lori. Lori lay on top of me for a good ten minutes as we caught our breath. She then rolled off of me and said, what did I say about you getting off? I thought because she got off twice it wouldn’t be an issue. Turns out I was wrong. Lori got up and sat on the couch. Picked me up and made me kneel in front of her. She said, look I have the movies, the email addresses and Jen made me your master. You will do as you are fucking told. I told you not to get off until you were given permission. Now clean up your mess. Lori grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my face back into her vagina. This time it was wet from me and her. She told me to lick until she said she was clean. As I knelt there eating out a girl I just got off in, I realized that I would never do this on my own. The feeling of servitude washed over me. I now was doing things I wouldn’t do normally because I was told to do them by a “master.” The amount of leverage these women had over me was immense. I was starting to fall right into place as a slave. As I finished up “cleaning” Lori, she looked at me and said, she was going back to her place. She said she didn’t know what to do with me because Jen wasn’t home yet, so it was off to the cage for me again. This time however I was just left with my hand tied behind my back. Lori pushed me in the cage, the padlocked it shut and took the keys with her. I stood there naked in the cage in the middle of the day, ankle deep in mud from the sprinkler system.
To Be Continued.
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