Examination Desperation

 

 

 

 

 

Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18.

All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study have been cleared away and replaced with classroom desks spaced evenly apart. In the front row a young woman wearing the uniform plaid skirt and blue blazer is squirming in her chair. She raises her hand.

Mrs Hope, the calculus teacher, rises from her seat behind the reception desk and approaches the girl. "What's wrong?" she whispers.

"Can I please go to the toilet?"

She crouches so that her head is level with the young woman's. "No. You were told before the exam that bathroom breaks wouldn't be allowed. You'll have to hold it."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Mrs Hope returns to her seat.

The young woman turns her attention back to the exam, but it soon wanders back to her full bladder. She looks up at the wall clock. Only twenty minutes into the exam. Two hours and forty minutes to go.

She silently curses herself for drinking so much coffee this morning. But she needed the coffee to wake herself up. She didn't sleep at all last night, because she was so nervous about today's exam. Her entire future is riding on it.

She silently chides herself for letting her thoughts wander. She resolves to get a good score on this test ― good enough to get her into the university of her choice, into the courses of her choice. Into the career of her choice. She refocuses on the exam, writing faster to make up for the lost time.

She doesn't realise it, but she oozes desperation. She is sitting with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lower lip. Her foot is tapping on the carpeted floor. Her plastic chair creaks as she rocks back and forth. It's not long before she loses concentration again.

Over the next few minutes she comes to realise that she's not going to get a good score on this test if she doesn't empty her bladder soon. It's too much of a distraction. She plucks up the courage to raise her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over. "What is it this time?"

"I know you said no before, and please don't be angry with me, but I need to go to the loo. Can you please make an exception in my case? Please?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm bound by school policy. There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid. You should've gone before the exam." She shrugs her shoulders and returns to her desk.

Bitch! the young woman thinks but doesn't say. She didn't go before the exam, because her car had trouble starting this morning and she only pulled into the school parking lot two minutes before commencement.

She sighs. She now knows she's not going to get the score she was hoping for. She will have to be content with a pass. That is her new goal. And she sets about achieving it. Her brows furrow in concentration as she reads the questions and writes down the answers.

Yet not twenty minutes later ― twenty minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, of blowing through puckered lips, of pressing her hand to her crotch, of shifting her position on her chair ― she raises her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over again, visibly annoyed. "Yes?"

"Look, I have to go to the toilet. What happens if I just walk out and go?"

"Then you will automatically fail."

"Fail? Can't I arrange to take the test at some other time or something?"

"No, you can't. I suggest you get back to work and stop distracting those around you with these interruptions. Uh! I don't want to hear any more from you!"

"But Mrs Hope, I will fail the test anyway if I can't go."

She is already walking away and doesn't respond.

The young woman doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think she can hang on till the end of the exam, but even if she can, she doesn't think she'll pass, not with her bladder distracting her like this. One thing she does know is that she cannot fail this exam. She may or may not be able to hang on till the end, but if she walks out on this exam, she will definitely fail. And so she stays.

She continues with her exam as best she can, though she frequently has to stop writing to concentrate on holding her bladder; continues for forty minutes.

Then a tear runs down the young woman's cheek. A stream of pee hits her chair with a sound reminiscent of tap water running into a bucket. Owing to the quiet environment, everyone in the library can hear it. The stream continues for over a minute. During this time the young woman, in denial, keeps writing.

But when the snickers start among those sitting near her, the reality of what she's done hits her. She runs out of the library, ignoring the increasing laughter, runs to her car, and drives home, not caring that she will fail her exam and not be able to go to university.

When she arrives home, her mother, having heard the car pull up, stops her housecleaning and runs to meet her at the front door. "You're back early. How did it go?" She sees she is crying. "Are you all right, darling? What happened?"

"Mum, I wet my pants! In class. I didn't finish my exam; I'm sorry!"

"What? So what happens now? Do you take it another time?"

"No, Mum. I automatically fail. I won't be able to get into uni." She cries harder.

"Oh. And I suppose you now expect us to pay for you to repeat your senior year. Well, I can assure you that won't be happening. We gave you your chance, you blew it. Live with the consequences!"

The young woman has stopped crying. She looks at her mother with an expression of growing bewilderment.

"And another thing: if you want me to let you into this house, you're going to have to march straight to the place that used to be your naughty corner when you were little and sit there with your panties over your head until they dry out. If you're going to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one!"

Speechless, the young woman hesitates only a moment before taking off her panties and pulling them over head. They are white and the material is see-through where it is wet. She positions them so that she can see through the leg openings. The centre of the wet patch is right under her nostrils.

Her mother stands aside, and she makes her way to the naughty corner, thinking, One day, Mrs Hope, this'll be you! I swear it!

Outstanding in Their Field

 

 

 

 

The sun was setting, light filtering through the trees that loomed over the winding road as Jennifer cursed her poor GPS connection. After hours of driving, all she wanted was to get out, stretch her legs and aching back, and drink the bottle of wine stowed in the cooler on the passenger side floor. What had possessed her to book this damned cabin this far out into the wilderness she struggled to remember, but the chance at a couple weeks of quiet and no people had been appealing after the last month. Finding out her boyfriend considered himself "more of a friend with benefits," than an actual partner, despite sharing an apartment, had been the final straw. The mandated return to her gray and beige cubicle to do a job that was increasingly unsatisfying by the day, the not-a-boyfriend who took advantage of said return to begin nailing the single mom across the hall, and the leering gazes of the new guy across the aisle as rumors of her dating status began to filter through the department created a great motivation to cash in some unused time off and get the hell out of Dodge for a bit.

She ran a hand through her thick auburn hair as she flicked her eyes between the GPS's idly spinning rerouting icon and the road ahead. Not there there was traffic to worry about, she'd hadn't passed a car since the gas station/general store she'd stopped at to buy the wine (likely overly sweet and bound to give her a pounding headache by the time she was done with it) and what meager food choices they had to offer. A more careful planner would have picked up a larger cooler and planned a menu. Instead, after making the decision to get out of town, she'd gone from searching for a place to stay to hitting the road with a hastily-packed suitcase in less than a weekend, pausing only to tell that asshole Andy to be moved into single mom's place or wherever-the-fuck he needed to before she got back. Now, regretting her impulsive charge into the unknown as her GPS insisted she make a left into the murky water running alongside the road, Jennifer tried to formulate a backup plan for food, more wine (obviously) and what to do with herself until it was time to head home.

Well, aside from the obvious, she thought, remembering that she'd dumped her stash of vibrators and toys from her nightstand into the bottom of the suitcase she'd packed. If nothing else, a haze of booze and post-orgasm endorphins would get her through the worst of it. There was allegedly a farmer's market in the village just past the cabin, on the other side of the lake, so that was food sorted. If there was a village, there was probably another place to replenish her drink needs, and to fill in whatever other needs she hadn't anticipated. All she had to do now was find the fucking turnoff for the cabin. It was on this side of the water, she recalled, and not far from the shore, so there should be a bridge over the river that fed it any minute now. Instead, she had crows and turkey vultures and doves, oh my, all perched in the branches that occasionally scraped along her roof, and the cornfields populated only by utterly ineffective scarecrows to her right.

Slowing as she reached a bend in the road, Jennifer noticed the scarecrow disconcertingly close to the road far later than was good for her heart. She gave a short, sharp, scream as it caught her eye, its orange pumpkin head contrasting with the red flannel that defined its torso. She could have sworn it waved its arms as she made the turn and she slammed the brakes, feeling the seat belt clench against her chest. She screeched to a halt on the shoulder, whipping her head around to keep an eye on the straw-filled effigy. After a moment, it sank in that the same breeze swaying the branches overhead was just strong enough to shift the scarecrow's limbs when it was at the right angle. She watched it seemingly gesture for a few moments, then sank back in her seat and grabbed her phone to try to determine where she was. In the time she spent being freaked out by the scarecrow, her GPS had finally ascertained her location. She was nearly there, and as her pulse slowed back to normal, she closed the distance with her destination.

It wasn't much to look at, she thought as her headlights lit upon the cabin, nestled between the fields on either side. A little porch on the front, with one pale yellow light by the door, and a single interior light turned on for her by the rental agency. The trees in front of it were bedraggled with hanging moss and the yard looked like it hadn't seen a caretaker in a few weeks. Not tall enough to be a problem, but definitely someone's lowest priority. Wonder if their yard guy knows my ex?, she thought bitterly. But landscaping aside, the cabin was pretty much as advertised. Two story rustic cabin, with deck and hot tub, which she could see casting a shadow into the yard from the back porch light. Hell, the agency had even thought ahead and fired it up for her, judging by the cloud of steam drifting across the grass. The pair of dark windows over the porch stared out at her like lifeless eyes, unblinking as she approached with her suitcase in one hand and the little cooler slung over her shoulder. The keys would be in the lockbox, and they'd sent her the code for the lockbox as she drove. Pulling her phone from her back pocket awkwardly, she double-checked the code. She stared at her phone longer than needed, still not quite believing they'd set the code as 6-6-6.

If there was ever a horror movie setup this obvious, I'd ask for my money back, she thought,, but punched in the numbers anyway and retrieved a thick, primitive looking wrought iron key from the box hanging from the light fixture. As she shuffled her things around to get the door open, Jennifer heard a patter of light footsteps and scraping noises from shadows just off the porch. Writing it off as the local fauna, she shouldered the door open and hurried inside, eager now to cast off the day's driving and get started on both the wine and the hot tub. What the hell, she mused, I may work in a quick O or two before I crash, I've earned it.

Inside, Jennifer took stock of her accommodations. Kitchen, living room, and bathroom on the first floor. An electric fireplace on one wall, with a handwritten, laminated sign tacked to the wall with directions. The air wasn't quite cold enough to merit a fire, so she moved on to the second floor. Up the stairs to the bedroom, with a surprisingly spacious master bathroom. There was a full length mirror in the corner, and she paused to give herself a once-over. Auburn hair, pale skin, with wide hips and a chest that provoked envy from her friends and uncomfortable stares from frat guys at the bar when she went out. Currently, her thick, curly hair was sticking out in frizzy wisps and her curvy hips were aching from sitting in the car all afternoon, so she quickly stripped down to her mismatched underthings (no sense coordinating when no one will see it, she reasoned), and made her way back to the back porch by way of the kitchen for the wine. As she crossed through the living room, something caught her eye.

The little red light blinking on the far wall indicated the fireplace was warming up. This was unexpected, and she looked around in confusion for a timer or other mechanism to explain the change. Failing to find it, she grabbed the remote and turned it back off, and made a mental note to check it when she came in. Taking the bottle of wine, she headed for the hot tub which had been waiting for her all along.

Outside, Jennifer opened her wine and drank it straight from the bottle. As predicted, it was sickeningly sweet, and she knew she was going to drink way too much of it. After about a third of it was gone, she started getting silly. She pulled up some music on her phone, and was humming along, which turned into singing impromptu lyrics about being drunk in the woods, the hot tub, and how the raccoons were going to see her titties. Singing turned into shimmying and soon she was giving the wildlife her best drunken burlesque dance. A particularly vigorous shake of her hips sent her off her feet and she splashed back into the water. Running a hand over her ass to feel for bruises evolved into a more sensual touching of herself, and her other hand began to knead and pinch at her nipples. She ran her hand along the inside of her thigh, teasing herself. Leaning back into the jets of the hot tub, she eased a finger into her pussy, then another. Rocking her hips, she fucked herself slowly, breathing shallow and beads of sweat tricking down her neck to her tits. As the first of several climaxes hit her, she moaned loudly into the night. By the third, she was lifting out of the water with each buck of her hips, spraying water onto the deck as she dropped back into the tub. Soon ,she collapsed back under the water, reaching with a trembling hand for the last few swallows of her wine, panting and hazy with endorphins.

Standing up, her pale, wet skin glistening in the lights, Jennifer reached for the towels hanging by the door, wrapped herself, and went in. She paused to secure the lock on the door, and made her way to the front of the cabin to do the same there. As she crossed through the living room, she paused, cursing under her breath. The fireplace was running again, and she was certain she'd turned it off. She emphatically stabbed the power button with her finger again, tossed the control to the couch and moved to lock the front door for the night. Two things got her attention as she reached for the door.

One, the door was not quite closed, though she knew it had been shut earlier, she'd hip-checked it closed on her way through with her bags to the bedroom and had heard its window-rattling bang as it shut. Now, however, it was slightly ajar. Not enough to let in a draft, but not closed and latched. The second thing was noticing how close one of those creepy-ass scarecrows really was to her front porch. The fields on either side didn't seem so close when she was coming in, but now she looked out the window and found herself nearly face-to-face with the damned thing. It was just on the other side of the fence to her left, and facing the cabin's porch. Throwing modesty to the winds, Jennifer walked out the front door onto the porch. She looked around in the pale yellow light, not seeing any sign of anyone nearby, and stared off toward the road in the distance for taillights, but saw nothing. Unsettled, but convinced she was still alone, she turned back to the door, and froze as the arms of the scarecrow swayed again in the light breeze. She glared at it, then with a devilish grin, she dropped the towel, and with her hands behind her head, shook her hips lasciviously at it.

"Is that what you wanted, you perverted sack of hay? A little T&A for your efforts in protecting the fucking corn?" She threw her middle fingers up at it, grabbed the towel, and stomped inside, making sure the door was locked. Then she realized she hadn't checked upstairs. I may have just locked my stupid ass in here with whatever hilljack pervert was messing with the door to begin with. FUCK!

She stormed up the stairs to the bedroom, flinging open the bathroom door on her way past, and flipped the lights on to reveal an empty room. Her suitcase sat where she had left it on the bed, clothes pulled out but not put into the dresser, her stash of toys sitting on the pillow. She gave everything a once-over, decided everything looked as it was when she left it, and threw on a nightgown. She quickly put her clothes away, and stuffed the various vibes, dildos, and other toys into the nightstand drawer. She paused briefly to look for an outlet, and plugged in her phone charger and her longtime favorite accessory, the wand, before going back downstairs to turn off lights and get one more glass of wine.

Properly provisioned, she settled into the bed, opening her phone to her preferred erotica site. I'm going to go blind like the old wives' tales if all I do is drink and play with my cunt all week, she thought with a cynical grin. Beats the hell out of doing it in my apartment, though.

She scrolled through, checking her options before settling on a story about a girl getting gangbanged on vacation. It had always been her fantasy to have more than one guy at a time, but that turned out to be a hard sell on the dating apps, so it remained fodder for her alone time. This one was just getting good when she heard that scraping and shuffling noise again. Starting to get both angry and scared, Jennifer dropped her phone on the pillow, put the wine on the nightstand, and stood up to figure out where it was coming from. It sounded like it was right over her head, on the roof. It continued for a few minutes, during which she was craning her neck up, trying to sort out how to chase whatever critter it was down from there when she heard a soft thump from below the window. She looked out into the darkness, and saw the beast, something silvery-gray and the size of a small dog bounding off into the field. Doing her best to recall the local wildlife, she guessed it was a raccoon, maybe possum, and it was no longer up there, so fuck it, back to the business at hand. She left the wine where it was, picked up the phone in one hand and the aptly-named magic wand in the other, and began the task of timing her climax to the girl's in the story. When the sorority girl on the European train car was riding the third or fourth German soccer team cock, Jennifer started to cum. She rode it out, letting wave after wave crash through her until she was out of breath and sweaty, a puddle forming under her on the bed. In a haze, she dropped both phone and toy next to her, turned the light off, and collapsed. As she drifted off, she thought to herself, I wonder if Mr. Stuffed Shirt out there could hear that...

Jennifer awoke to a familiar low hum, buzzing into her throbbing head. The wine had done its job, but had left behind a dry mouth and a pounding headache. She rubbed her temples and winced as she sat up, grimacing and trying to sort out which problem to solve first. She rolled over in the bed, reaching for the source of the noise. Finding the vibrator, which she could have sworn she had turned off, wrapped in the blankets and almost too hot to touch, she quickly silenced it and tossed it to the floor to cool down. Damn, she thought, wouldn't it be embarrassing to burn down the cabin with an overheated vibe? Again, she replayed her final moments from the previous night in her head, confident that she had shut it off before going to sleep. As she sat there, groggily struggling through the pain in her head and bleary memories, she took stock of her condition.

Hangover headache, check.

Cottonmouth from falling asleep drunk and snoring all night, check.

Hair an utter tangled mess, check.

Pussy sore and aching from overstimulation, ch-

Hold on, I may have overdone it a bit last night, but it shouldn't be THAT bad. She stuck a hand under the blankets and gave herself a quick check. Her sex felt raw, oversensitive and tender, like she'd left the toy on high between her legs all night. As she withdrew her hand, she felt something strange cling to her hand. She shook her hand free of the blanket and watched with dawning fear as bits of straw and grass fell from her fingers.

Throwing the blankets back, Jennifer found several handfuls of the stuff on the mattress, sticking to her thighs, and under her butt. Kicking the covers to the floor, she swept the debris to the other side of the bed and to the ground. She staggered to her feet, fighting both the hangover and the surge of terror that now coursed through her body. Seeing more straw on the floor, she followed it to the back door, noticing dirty footprints leading the opposite direction, back to the bedroom. Pausing, she was disturbed to find the prints matched her own feet. Did I sleepwalk, or blackout drunk wander outside? What the fuck happened to me last night?

Finding no sign of intruders, and seeing the back door unlocked but closed, she started to open it. It wasn't until she stuck a foot out that she realized she had skipped a step and was heading out the door naked. She hurriedly shut the door, wincing in pain at the loud bang, and turned back. She needed to deal with the headache first, and the rest of this disaster would have to wait. She shuffled to the kitchen, finding the coffee she'd picked up on the way in, and started a pot. While she waited, she took a cup from the cabinet and filled it from the tap, gulping down the vaguely metallic tasting water and refilling the glass to do it again. She grabbed her purse from the table, digging through it until she found the little bottle of ibuprofen she habitually kept there, and threw three into her mouth while refilling the glass again. As the coffee brewed, she went back to the bedroom to dress. She pulled on the jeans she'd had on the night before and a tee shirt, not bothering with underthings until she had a chance to shower. She came back down, eyeing the coffee with impatience, and flung open the back door.

In the morning light, she could see the field spread out behind the cabin, the small pond to the left, and the woods to the right. She could also see three of the creepy scarecrows that had given her such a fright on her way in. Identically dressed in red flannel shirts and ragged jeans, they were hanging on their crossbeams, facing her. She stared at them not sure if the featureless burlap sacks that made their heads made them more or less creepy. The fact that the one dead ahead had one arm extended in her direction, as though it was pointing to her was definitely a point to the more creepy side of the equation. Following the direction of its arm, she saw the path that had been broken through the corn, leading out to it. She saw a trail of tramped down grass leading from her porch to the field, reinforcing her theory that she had been sleepwalking, though she'd had no history of it. Following it a few yards into the field, she quickly grew uncomfortable, both from the sun accentuating the hangover, and the fact that these were almost certainly her footprints. Finding no easy solutions, and eager to get out of the too-bright sun and back to her coffee, Jessica turned around to head back inside, and stopped short.

Staring down into the grass, she realized it wasn't just her prints there. There were larger tracks coming out from between the rows of corn, and pushing through the grass and undergrowth. And strewn throughout were bits of straw and cornsilk, much like she'd found in her bed. A jolt of panic ran through her as she hurried back to the house, hangover forgotten, and made her way to the bedroom for her phone. Police. Police can come and search the field, or check the door for print, or whatever they do in cases like this.

"FUUUUCK!" Her scream rattled her temples and she immediately regretted it, but her fury was only directed at herself as she picked up her dead phone. After a minute of cursing herself and sputtering vulgarities, she grabbed her keys and headed for the door. Taking a second to lock up the doors, she made for her car and got it started. She plugged her phone in and made her way down the gravel driveway back to the road, hoping to get back to some kind of civilization and a cop before too long. She gunned the engine, whipping along the back roads recklessly, figuring even if she got pulled over for speeding she could work it to her advantage and get the officer to follow her back and see... what, exactly?

She'd been drinking, sexually frustrated, and exhausted from stress and driving. The large, now empty wine bottle next to the bed, along with the frankly impressive array of toys she'd packed laying in a pile on the unoccupied half of the bed would be an eyeful, but what did some weird footprints in the grass prove? Only that she had wandered out there, drunk and overtired, and had, blackout drunk, stomped around in the cornfield, yelling at a scarecrow. Not a crime, she thought resignedly. And I can't prove anyone was there beyond the panic dreams of a hungover city girl all alone in the big, scary wilderness. She thought this last bit in the condescending tone of a cop who's had his time wasted, and was talking herself into turning around and going back to the cabin and forgetting all of it when she passed the farmers' market that she'd seen advertised on the cabin's website. Realizing that she hadn't actually ever drunk the coffee, and could use some food made her slow down and pull off the road, finding a spot to park and wandering over to the various stalls and stands.

Jessica walked through the market, stopping first at a little coffee stand to get her caffeine fix. It wasn't until the young man making her drink managed to scald himself while pouring that she remembered an important detail. She'd left in hurry, scared silly by whatever she'd done the night before, and had gone out the door without stopping to put on anything more than a t-shirt and her tight jeans. The guy was absolutely aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, and was openly staring at her tits as she waited for her drink. That also explained the resentful looks the women shopping and the farmers' wives running the stands were giving her, but damn, it felt good to be the object of someone's lust for a change. She thought about flirting, maybe giving a shake as she paid and turned away, but the way the guy behind her in line was licking his lips when she moved for the cream and sugar took all the fun back out of it. There was feeling sexy, and then there was feeling like prey. And while that was ever so hot in fantasy, having the the grandson of the guy who buggered Ned Beatty panting down your neck in a roadside produce stand really wasn't the way she'd always pictured it.

Having taken care of the essentials, she moved along, picking out some fruit and veggies for the week, and grabbing some donuts from one of the bakery stands for a late breakfast. As she picked her pastries, something in the field caught her eye. It couldn't possibly be the same fucking scarecrows. Impossible. She stared at the trio of them in their matching red flannel, and faceless burlap heads, as a subtle anxiety began to send chills down her spine. Keeping a wary eye on them, she took her things to the old guy with the cashbox up front.

"So, is there some kind of rule that the scarecrows have to look a certain way or something?" Not a great icebreaker, but hey, she thought, I'm kind of freaked out here.              

"Sorry, Miss?" The old man looked genuinely confused, but smiled as she set her choices down on his table. He took her in, and she could swear he gave a little smirk as his eyes reached her chest. Probably the highlight of the poor bastard's day, she thought, and leaned forward a little so she didn't have to voice her question any more loudly.

"Is there some reason all the scarecrows are wearing red? Or don't have faces? I keep seeing the sets of three at a time with the same outfit and look. I was wondering if there's some local tradition to it..." she trailed off as he looked out behind him in the field, and then she noticed the scarecrows were no longer there.

"You must be out at one of the rentals up the road, right? All that land behind is old government property, so any scarecrows out there are probably just dressed in what Uncle Sam had left in the closet for 'em." He gave a soft chuckle, but she noticed the laugh never really made it up to his eyes, which looked past her into the fields again.

"Pay 'em no mind, the crows certainly don't," he continued, making her change and sending her on her way. As she walked back to the car, she could feel the eyes of the locals on her, and though she'd love to think it was her admittedly spectacular ass causing the staring, something about the way he'd forced a laugh and moved right along made her concerned.

Jessica took the roundabout way home, turning away from the cabin and circling around to come from the other side, allowing her phone to charge. As it powered up, notifications popped up. College roommates boasting about travel or kids, the usual celebrity following nonsense and clickbait posts, a few sullen and defensive texts from the soon-to-be ex-boyfriend which never made it past the preview message stage, and a notification from her photo app, saying her most recent pictures could not be saved without a connection to the internet. She scrolled and swiped away notifications as she sat in the car outside the cabin before going to unlock the door and carry her bounty inside.

Inside, with her donuts dropped on the counter and her coffee working its way to her brain, something finally clicked. With a start, she picked up her phone and looked again at the notifications. Recent pictures? WHAT recent pictures? She opened the phone and the photo app nervously. The recent pictures tab had a big red dot on it, showing new additions. She thumbed it open, and found a series of new photos that she could not have possibly taken, as she was in all of them, and not in a selfie with friends kind of way. The first showed her sprawled across her bed, nude, just as she'd passed out. But who the fuck had taken it? There were more, close ups of her sleeping face, one of just her pale white ass up in the air as though she'd tucked her knees under herself, one flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart, showing her bush and an unmistakably wet cunt exposed to the phantom cameraman. She scrolled through in growing horror, as the next few showed her with what was definitely someone's cock in her hands, then her mouth. Then the final pictures, showing her riding someone, while another shadowy figure was clearly fucking her mouth. The very last picture showed her again on her back on the bed, with cum pooling on her face, tits, and pussy. She dropped the phone, inarticulate sounds choking out of her as she backed towards the door. Her ass hit the doorknob as she screamed in terror. That was when she jumped, and tried to run back out the door. She hadn't counted on her feet tangling in the rug, or on her panicked state throwing her into confusion, so rather than making it out the door, she ran headfirst into the doorframe. She saw a brief cluster of stars before the world went black.

Jessica came to slowly, head pounding. She could feel the dull throb of the knot on her forehead, but pushed through and struggled to her feet. She needed to get to the car, and get the fuck out of here before whoever had violated her and taken pictures to prove it came back for round two. She headed to the front door of the cabin, flinging it open and stomping through, and fell to her knees. She was facing the wrong direction, out on the back porch, looking into the cornfields with the sun setting behind them.

I've been unconscious that long?, she thought, stunned and worried at the loss of time. And how did I end up back here, I went out the front, didn't I?

Jessica swung around and went back inside, across the room and out the front door. Panic set in as she tripped over her own feet and found herself facing the fields behind again.

"What the FUCK?!" she screamed, kicking the door open. This time she wedged it open with the door stop and did the same to the front door before going out. It was surreal, no matter which door she looked out, the corn loomed ahead, and the sky was darkening. She heard rustling from the fields, and the familiar patter of footsteps on the roof. She shivered and pulled the stops from the doors and began locking them behind her. Going back to the bedroom, she grabbed her phone to check for service.

No bars, no nothing. Just a useless brick in her hand until her photographers returned. Tossing it on the bed, she closed the bedroom door and dragged the chair from the corner over to block it. As she crossed the room, she caught her reflection in the mirror and sank to the bed in confusion. When had she changed clothes? And why in the name of all that was holy did she have on the same fucking flannel shirt as the scarecrows? She paced the small room, looking out the window into the darkness to no avail, and trying not to give in to the panic rising through her. She heard the doors downstairs creak open, and hurried to throw her weight against the door, dropping into the chair and bracing her feet against the nearby bed. As she strained her ears to listen for footsteps on the stairs, she looked down at herself in horror, as one hand was down her pants, slowly circling her clit in spite of herself. She tried to pull her hand away, but seemed to have lost all control of the perverse fingers in question. She was half-paralyzed with fear and her own body was revolting against her, priming her cunt for who knows what?

As she struggled to stop herself, she heard the thud of footsteps coming up the stairs, and smelled the warm, suffocating scent of hay and grass. Panicking, she slammed her feet against the bedframe, pushing back against the door that was slowly sliding open, pushing her and the chair across the floor. Suddenly, with a final push, she was thrown from the chair, to her knees at the foot of the bed.

Rough hands grabbed her pants and pulled them off, leaving her exposed. As she lost her grip on sanity, Jessica realized that despite her terror, she was wetter than she'd ever been for her ex. She looked over her shoulder to see three of the scarecrows crowding around her and her eyes rolled back as the room went dark. She felt the first hot thrust of something entering her, and slipped into the darkness herself.

The car came to a halt on the gravel driveway, facing the cabin and its unlit windows, looking like lifeless eyes staring back at them. Veronica turned to Betty, her long-time girlfriend behind the wheel, and laughed.

The Hell, Betty, did we rent the Amityville house? This looks like something out of cheap horror movie! Check out the spooky-ass scarecrows over there, they've even got a girlfriend to share between them!"

Betty followed her pointing finger, taking in the tableau of unsettling scarecrows hung just over the fence nearest to them. There were four of them, three identical ones in red flannel and faceless burlap sack heads, and a fourth with a long, auburn wig tucked under the hat. It was dressed slightly differently, in only a long red flannel dress, or maybe just an oversized version of the shirt the others wore. As Betty looked them over, she could swear she saw light reflect from the crudely drawn eyes on this one's burlap sack, almost like tears catching the light and running towards the garish red lips drawn beneath.

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Mary's Movie Night: Intermission

 

 

 

 

 

Who am I kidding? I blame myself.

Mary ascends the stairs ahead of me, headed for her bedroom. I have walked this trail before, but this time feels different. I am going willingly and with premeditation (if you can call it that), knowing that she is ripe, fertile, unprotected.

I am not attracted to the woman in front of me, at least, not physically attracted. The old joke is that you could put a bag over an ugly date's head, but in Mary's case, you'd need a body bag. Except... I'm learning that in the coerced, squalid trysts we've had so far, I have been powerless to resist her. The horror I feel starts to fizz in my bloodstream and the next thing I know I'm flooding her.

Tonight will be different. Not because I'm doing this with only a little coercion. Not because of the possible consequences. Tonight will be different because it definitely means that there is a connection, that there is an "us". Her piggy eyes look at me lustfully. God, she's ugly.

Her room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp. It has a pink lampshade covered with little Minnie Mouse cartoons. The pink softens the room and almost makes it feel cozy. For a change, Mary's bed is freshly made, with tight hospital corners and plumped up pillows. The floor isn't strewn with used underwear, the dresser drawers aren't hanging open. She has prepared this space so that she can bring me here to mate.

I grasp her top at the shoulders. The wrap-style top is untied and hanging open, so I slide it down her back as I move my body closer behind her. I pull it off one arm and then the other. I kiss her left shoulder as I discard it. Then I pull my shirts off so that I can let her feel my naked chest against her back while sliding my hand around her thick waist. I am wondering how this belly will feel when it's heavy with child. She reaches back low, checking to see if I'm hard for her. Finding that I am, she turns her head towards me.

Her hands go behind my head as I exhale gently into her left ear. She shudders and her skin is covered in gooseflesh. She grinds her ass back, showing she knows what's there, waiting for her. I don't shrink away, but grind back until she pulls away so she can face me.

She unsnaps her jeans dress, unzips it behind her, and works it down. It's tough going, as the top opening is too narrow for her gargantuan thigs. She steps out of the circle of discarded clothes and stands, legs slightly spread, fully naked before me.

I look her up and down and I feel a skip in the beat of my heart. The Gorgon mouth, the drooping flesh, the wilderness of untamed hair: the awful reality of it is appalling. But the animalistic surge is there too. Is this desire? I feel her wanting it, wanting me to want her, wanting me to take her.

I push off my pants and underwear and stand naked before her, so that she can regard me in whatever glory I muster. My cock is hard and cycles up and down in time with my pulse. She licks her lips with a pointy tongue.

"Why don't you draw down the covers and get in bed?" I aske.

"Yes, daddy." There is a quaver in her voice. No longer the commanding blackmailer, she wants to be desired. She pulls the comforter aside and climbs into the bed, which creaks beneath her. She draws her knees up slightly, legs spread lewdly, invitingly. She holds her vast fleshy arms open, welcoming me, beckoning me.

I move towards her. I hear my heart thudding in my eyes, feeling hot all over. We spent hours next to each other on the couch watching the movie, without anything more than holding hands. But every moment there I knew that this moment here was coming. I can smell the musky scent of her dripping pussy.

"I'm very fertile, daddy. Are you sure you want to go in me bare?" I am kneeling onto the bed now. "It's a bad idea, Mary," I want to say, but I don't, and our lips meet. Hers are hungry, needy. But then, mine are hungry, needy, too.

"You going to fuck your baby into me?" she challenges, just a little need creeping into her voice. This way lies disaster. I shouldn't go anywhere near her, but I feel her pubic mound pressing against mine. My cock wanders down, looking for her entrance. I can feel her labia hugging my tip. She is hot and wet. There is a spot, just-so, where everything is in place. I am at her entrance. It's the last moment of "before". From here there will be only "after".

"I love you, daddy. Do it to me." I do it to her.

We move together. Her juices flow freely. She is beyond ripe. My balls churn in response. This will be no epic; it is a spawning. I am being mated to her like a beast. She mews with satisfaction as she feels me bottom out. The endless thighs wrap around so her heels hold me in. The tiny fat hands grab my butt. The entirety of her huge bulk sucks me in. I begin to thrust inside her. Her body jiggles beneath me, breasts flying sloppily, hair sprayed out, belly rippling. Her mouth forms a tight "O" as she begins to moan. Louder and louder, she cries out "Yes. Daddy! Yes. Daddy!"

The tension builds inside me.

"Cum in my fertile hole, daddy, yes!" There is triumph in her voice as she thrusts her pelvis up to meet me, grinding our mounds together. All I feel is a need to be deep, deep, deep, and put all of me inside her. I'm holding it back, holding it back. I should stop, I can't, I can't. I can't do this. I'm hanging on, resisting, a last glimmer of sanity and hope. I mustn't. I do.

It happens in slow motion. The casting off of control. Mary's face almost anguished wallowing on the pillow, cheeks flushed, porcine nose flaring. Her hands both clench my ass. The first pulsation, welling up down inside me, the first flutter. The second pulse and I feel the hot liquid swelling me up inside her, plugging her, binding us together. A third one and I feel it shoot out into her, a geyser of heat erupting forth. Then four, five, six, seven, uncountably many, an endless giving of my inner self, so hard it hurts, the flood inside me stretching me open with its fiery outpouring. I cry out, "Mary!"

Mary is quiet, watching me as she feels it shooting into her. Feeling how thick I am. Feeling each twitch as it fills her up inside her. Feeling her body sucking at me like a greedy mouth. She looks into my eyes and we both feel it, this moment.

--

I wish I could say I spent the night or that this was the beginning of my new life. But I didn't and it wasn't.

Instead, at some point, I got up and got dressed.

Later Mary texted me: "thank you daddy". I sent her a heart emoji.

Then there had to be emails and meetings and then a weekend. There was grocery shopping and bathroom cleaning. Susan seemed on edge. She stopped nagging me to masturbate in her specimen cup. She was resigned, I guess, that I wasn't going to impregnate her that way, or maybe we had missed this month's window.

Mary texted me: "I can feel your sperms in me, daddy". I sent her a heart-eyed emoji. Every day, just a pair of texts. The theme was simple: my seed was in her. She was thinking about it taking root.

The previous week, Mary had switched to a night shift. She had traded to make movie night free. This week, though, she would have to work her shift, so on Monday Levon and Lakeisha volunteered to host movie night. Except: "let's make it video game night. Switch things up."

Each night that week, instead of confronting what Mary and I had done or having a serious conversation with Susan I walked at bedtime down to Cindy McGill's house. I didn't make love to her. I just slept.

On Wednesday morning, Cindy started the day with, "Look, junior, enough of the hang dog expression. I told you before that your marriage was going to be over. What we're doing here, I like it. But you haven't brought me the lock for your collar yet. Are you just feeling guilty that you shagged the pachyderm next door? You need to figure things out."

Then she slapped me on the behind and I went off to a day of work.

Thursday morning, the buzz of my phone woke me.

Mary texted me: "Wish I could be with you tonight." This time I sent her a real reply: "Maybe some of me is in you." She replied with a sparkly heart emoji. And a baby emoji.

I got up to find Susan waiting for me at the breakfast table. "I want a child. I thought you wanted one too."

"Someday, sure. But... I love you, but I haven't come to terms with your... our... your asexuality thing. Is what we're doing, what I'm doing with Cindy a good basis for having a family?" She looked stricken. I held her for a while and after a while, after the tears, it was okay. But I was numb all day. Our neighbor, Belle, was gladly pregnant with my child. Mary was gladly maybe pregnant with my child. Cindy couldn't be pregnant with my child but had promised to find some surrogate lover to have the child for us. The woman I loved? I was denying her a child. I was going to have to change something.

I was reluctant to walk down to Levon and Lakeisha's house. I didn't expect much. It was just me there with the two of them. They had two kids, a boy about six and a girl about two, but "his folks are watching them tonight. That way we adults can play our games on a school night," Lakeisha explained.

They are both massive geeks. She was wearing a brightly colored Warhammer sweatshirt that contrasted with her dark skin and the baggy black pants that hide her shape. Levon is short--maybe her height? He was wearing a t-short so worn that the game it advertised couldn't be made out.

I hadn't played any Call of Duty game since college, and I had definitely never played one as a drinking game. Just about anything seemed to require a drink. The liquor was tequila. Friday was going to be a lost day.

Lakeisha was the star--she took turns beating the snot out of Levon and I. Pretty soon, Levon was three sheets to the wind and I was fairly wobbly. She tucked him in and came back to find me killing Nazi zombies. She tsked when I got killed again, so I put the controller aside. Ugh. I suck.

"What's going on with you?" she asked.

The story, all of it, came tumbling out. I was abundantly aware that this was probably a stupid idea. I was breaking Cindy's secrecy rule, for one thing, but then I was being indiscreet with everyone else. With a neighbor. Good work, dude! I told her that as well.

"I think," she said, considering, "that you've fallen in with some manipulators." She raised her hand to forestall a response. "Not to say that you have covered yourself in glory. You've been very bad. If you'd shown some backbone, at least some of these situations would be different. But you're right. You need to make some choices. For yourself." She put her hand on my thigh.

"Should you be doing that?"

"Yeah. I should. You've been pleasing the rest of the neighborhood. Seems I've missed out."

"Your advice would seem to be inconsistent."

"Only depends on how you act on it."

"If I push you away, that'd be a good thing, right? And if I don't?" Her hand was a lot further up my thigh.

"Well, then more things are going to happen. Do you want to control what those things are?"

"Some." That hand was now definitely not in neutral territory. I think it was getting near my spawn point.

"It's not so bad. I mean, in your heart, you already know what should happen." She wasn't tugging on my heart, though. It was something else.

"Tequila makes me horny and Levon likes to listen," she said, low and in my ear. "When I go upstairs later, he'll probably make me sleep in his wet spot."

"Seems like I'm not done making poor choices," I replied.

"I hope not. I'm needing some joystick. Been too long since I took that risk."

"Risk?" Her hand is working up and down my burgeoning stiffy. I tentatively reach out to run my hand through her hair and bring her lips closer to mine.

"There's always the risk that your commandos will overrun my position and that we will up-level." I feel my dick twitch when she says this. "Mm... you'd like that, huh? You capturing my flag while Levon listens in." Her tongue is very wet and soft, her mouth very open as we explore each other's fire bases.

She opens my belt while I fumble around with her blouse. I open the buttons one-handed, until her olive-green blouse is hanging loose. She has a black nursing bra underneath. She's got a big inventory and is carrying a heavy loadout.

"I want your forces to invade tonight. You think you can keep your assault organized?" Her hand is pushing pants and underwear down. I spread my legs to give her better access while I start to fumble with her belt. It's a narrow brown leather strap, mainly for decoration. I solve that level and go looking for the boss level.

"You gonna assault this pussy?"

I'm figuring out the fasteners and zipper nicely. She pauses to shrug off the blouse, then stands to shuck the pants. She comes back to straddle me. Only her panties are between my fire team and their objective.

I reach around and unfasten her nursing halter, which falls into our lap to reveal two heavy dark brown hangers with very dark nipples. The left one wells out a tiny white droplet.

"If you touch them," she says, referring to her milk-filled tits, "those grenades will go off. You going to put that soldier into my foxhole?" I am poking her deliberately and methodically. She winks approval: it's her game and she's going for a high score. I pull the panties to one side. It seems this foxhole has been flooded.

"My command center is aching for your shotgun to pump it full. I need your Medic Module. Dose me with your creamy Juggernog." I'm poking directly at her entrance but not infiltrating her quite yet. We trade some small arms fire, tongue-to-tongue, before she calls in my mortar strike.

"I'm taking my time, in case there are snipers, but you can expect a full recharge of health..."

"Hear that, Levon, he's going to take his objective. He's going to knock down all my defenders and blow me up with his dirty babymaker." She's calling this out loudly, the better for Levon to hear.

"God, honey, he's done it. He's going in. He's going to shoot off his inventory in me." She rocks back and takes me fully. I hold her up as she rocks and jerks atop my cock.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Paint the fucking baby's room a pearly white. Leave me with your bastard baby." A steady stream of urgent profanity to arouse the listening Levon. "Deeper, that's it. That's it. Almost there. Don't stop. It's coming. It's coming... don't stop, don't stop... it's coming." The playful edge is slipping from her as she gives herself to her own enjoyment. The couch is creaking and thumping as we hump together. "Don't stop... fill me... oh fuck, man... oh fuck..."

She's cumming, and cumming hard. Her breasts spray out milk and her mouth contorts in an agony of release. I feel a corresponding tingle building. I could retreat. But I don't. I line up at her spawn point and bomb it into oblivion.

I sleep on the sofa. In the morning, my phone buzzes.

Mary texts me: "I'm home, daddy." I don't respond yet. It's early: maybe I'm sleeping?

I rise, refreshed for the first time in weeks. I walk home to an empty house. I shave. I shower. I sit down to a day of work. The back of my mind keeps turning events over and over. I got Mary to delete the photo of me with Belle, only to give her far more leverage over me. Belle is pregnant, and now her marriage appears to be on the rocks. How long until she turns to her baby daddy? And Cindy is waiting for me to demonstrate my commitment to her kinky plans. What am I going to do?

Kinky - The Girls Go Clubbing

 

 

 

 

 

Nikki, Stephanie and Grace Go Clubbing

This is the fourth installment of Jamie's business trip to Seattle. Jamie was caught dressing femme underneath his male clothes by one of his best customers. Brian in Chapter One met Nikki for cocktails, terrific sex then departed Nikki's hotel room, vowing to return in the morning.

In Chapter Two he doesn't return alone. Stephanie, one of Brian's staff members joins them. Stephanie convinces Nikki to extend her stay in Seattle, accompanying her for the day and evening frolicking. Then in Chapter Three Stephanie and Nikki become even more intimate. At lunch, Grace, Stephanie's best friend joins the new girlfriends; however, the power exchange between both women is shifted to Grace.

Chapter Four Mistress Grace and her two submissives Stephanie and Nikki go to dinner then to cavort at the Fetish and Dance Club co-owned by Charlotte and Issac.

You may want to read the first two chapters entitled Kinky Adventures, then the third chapter Kinky Day with Stephanie

Nikki or Jamie if you prefer, lead a double life. She is gainfully employed as Jamie, a male marketing executive in the airline industry. Jamie travels extensively for business. When Jamie, err Nikki travel, she packs her male business clothes alongside of her feminine attire.

Jamie has been dressing as a femme since her college years. A limited few of his colleagues know anything about his alter ego, Nikki. Nikki emerges, almost daily outside of Jamie's work responsibilities.

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of 18. Most of her family and close friends, with the benefit of being able to comprehend and appreciate her exploits, are aware of and love her.

Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or any location, is purely coincidence and unintended. Jennifer Nicole is very cognizant of the importance of safe sex. She uses a highly effective preventive medication that reduces her and her partners' risks for disease.

So, then the life story of Nikki Madison's Kinky Adventures continues by adding another episode, at this point in her life's journey.

It's been a whirlwind day, and the night is just beginning. Stephanie unexpectantly showed up at my hotel room with her boss Brian. As Nikki, I readily agreed to spend the rest of the day and evening with Stephanie, we went to lunch, she introduced me to Grace, her bestie but their relationship is much more.

Grace and Stephanie are both stunningly gorgeous women. They have known each other since their college days. They live together on Capitol Hill, a neighborhood In Seattle. They are about the same age Nikki.

Over lunch, the power exchange between the two women was revealed. Grace is Stephanie's Dominant; a thrilling secret that coincides with my secret aspirations. I knew the evening with Stephanie would have an exhilarating sexual charm, but being a partner in a three-way exchange was even more stimulating.

Grace clearly set the ground rules for the evening. She invited me to join both her and Stephanie for dinner then a night out cavorting at the nearby Fetish and Dance Club. Grace reiterated that she was in complete control.

The afternoon, after lunch, was spent at Charlotte's Fetish Boutique. Charlotte is their close friend. All three of us are outfitted in stylish bodysuits for the evening. Stephanie and I are dressed in black latex, Grace in sheer black, red and green mesh. If I must say so myself, we are stunning.

One caveat, both Stephanie and I are wearing pearl chokers, with sequined leashes. By doing so, it will be clear to all at the Club that we are property and since Grace is on the other end of the leash we are Her property.

Their house was beautifully maintained. It's a three-story townhouse with a two-car garage. A walk up to the main floor, that has an open concept, kitchen, family, and dining, pantry, and powder room. On the main floor were two bedrooms. One appeared to be the primary with king sized bed and an on-suite. The other room's door was closed. Stephanie, who gave me the tour, said it was the playroom.

We proceeded to the second floor with a large alcove at the top of stairs set as a lounge, big screen tv, large comfy sofas and two desks with laptops. Off the lounge were two bedrooms.

I pointed to one of the rooms then asked, "Is that your room?"

She said, "Only if Grace has overnight company that doesn't include me." She smiled, then added, "But that is rare."

We dropped my bags in the other room. As I did, Stephanie mischievously smiled, "Don't worry you won't be sleeping there tonight!"

Stephanie helped me unpack a few things, then we proceeded downstairs to meet back with Grace, as she had used her cell to order us a rideshare to dinner.

Grace reminded both of us of the itinerary and rules, mostly for my benefit.

Dinner would be open conversation, three girls enjoying dinner together. No power exchange at the restaurant is expected. The Club opens at 9 PM, if there is a line, we will walk straight to the Doorman. We have a reserved lounge area inside.

We will wear our leashes when entering the Club. Should anyone, unknown to her, approach us, we would need her permission to speak. Private rooms tonight are consensual.

The rideshare driver was out front. He was an older gentleman driving an SUV. As we drove to the restaurant, he could barely keep his eyes on the road. He was peeking back through his rearview mirror at us the entire ride. He stopped at the curbside in front of the restaurant, quickly jumping out to help us out of the car. No rideshare driver does that.

Clearly staring at her meshed bobbies, he remarked to Grace, "If you need a ride after dinner, I can be available?"

Grace, looking at him square in the eyes, she pushed his chin up, saying, "If you ever want to see a girl's boobies close up, start by looking in her eyes!" She then grinned pushing a cash tip into his hand.

Grace then led the way into the restaurant, Stephanie, and I held hands as we walked through the door, wiggling our booties for the driver.

Dinner was exquisite. Cocktails to start. I enjoyed a Manhattan, Stephanie the restaurant's version of a Cosmos, and Grace a dirty martini. Local oysters, followed by salad, then of course salmon three separate ways, seared, citrus and cream sauce. We could not decide between an oak-aged Chardonnay, or Viognier, so we enjoyed both. We shared a glass of both wines with our cute waiter Noah. Noah is quite attentive. His body is trim, tall with a tight booty.

We had a good girls talk as well. The conversation with new friends and acquaintances always seems to center on Jamie becoming Nikki, how I balance the dual life, and if I ever want to transition full time. There was no difference tonight. This evening I learned more about the dynamics between Grace and Stephanie. They were besties yet each played a vital role in their Domme/submissive relationship.

As usual, Grace abruptly cutting to the chase so to speak, remarking, "Ladies it's time to finish up here. It's time for some mingling, dancing, and of course being ogled by others."

She paused intentionally, smiling mischievously at both of us, first at Stephanie, then directly at me, continuing, "Tonight is special, I get to show off two beautiful women, my life partner and my new sissy bitch. I am proud of you both."

In unison, both of us replied, "Thank you Mistress!"

Motioning to our waiter Noah for the check," Time to go Ladies!"

Stephanie used her cell to arrange for our rideshare. When booked, Stephanie, commented, "We have five minutes."

Grace handed the waiter her credit card, then, smirking she said, "Let's have some fun with Noah!" Removing from her purse, she pulled out our two sequined leashes, quickly clasping them to our chokers.

Noah returned promptly, stopping abruptly at the table. His facial expression showed a bit of shock at the sight of our dangling leashes. Noah stood motionless beside Grace, as she added the gratuity, signed the receipt, then inserted her business card in the tip folder.

Smiling directly at Noah, she remarked, "Noah, sweetie, if you want a similar experience as the Ladies, call me for an appointment!" She handed the tip folder back to the speechless Noah, he turned to leave, as Grace squeezed his booty, she added, "Noah it will be the time of your life!"

We all stood, Grace, grabbed Stepanie's leash, Stephanie clutched mine, and we strutted out single file, smiling. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see jaws drop, hear people gasp, and two gentlemen at the bar, clap as we exited to the street.

Our driver was stopped at curbside, holding the passenger side back door open, was grinning broadly, as we paraded down the steps directly into his back seat. We swiftly drove off.

We all started giggling, I remarked "That was quite an exit!"

Driving to the Fetish and Dance Club, I spoke up again, "Mistress Grace, I apologize for not asking you what you do for a living?"

She replied, "Nikki dear, I am social media consultant, influencer, marketing, public relations expert, and talent agent. Looking at Stephanie, "We are both quite fortunate!"

The ride to the Club was brief. We arrived before Nine and as expected, there was a line to get in. Being fashionably early was our agenda for tonight.

Climbing out of the car, we again strutted single file bypassing the kinksters in line directly to the front door. We could hear the whistles and cat calls as we passed the line. The Doorman, recognizing Grace, opened the rope, so we could enter. Inside the door, a lovely Asian woman, greeted us at reception.

She motioned to another Asian server, named Anna, who led us to our reserved spot in the lounge. Our spot was near the dance floor, but slightly isolated that gave us a semblance of privacy but was still very visible to onlookers. Afterall, we were also there to be seen.

Anna, our server, was beautiful, dressed in a black lacy corset with garters that pushed up her perky boobies. She wore black stockings adorned with glittery crystals. Her 3" red stilettos matched her red shimmery thong. Interestingly she wore her thong outside of the garter straps.

Anna kissed Grace's extended hand, speaking directly to Grace, "Good to see you again Mistress Grace. How may I serve you and your guests this evening?

Grace, smiling kissing her on her cheek, "Good to see you again Anna. Tonight, we will start with one of your Oregon sparkling wines. Please bring two bottles, and six glasses. I am sure others will join us."

Anna, then gave Stephanie, a peck on the cheek, then smiling directly at me. Stephanie interrupted, "Anna, this is Nikki, our house guest for the weekend."

Anna said, "Nice to meet you Miss Nikki, both you and Miss Stephanie look stunning this evening. If I can be of service in anyway, please just ask!"

As she was talking, she was eyeing me and Stephanie from head to toe. Indeed, we did look stunning in our black latex bodysuits. When she spotted my bulge in my tight suit, her smile became wider. She bowed slightly as she moved towards the bar to get our drink set ups.

I watched her walk away, admiring her round booty, I noticed a small light shining from her thong crease. Yes, she must be wearing a lighted anal plug. I wondered if it was remote controlled.

The buzz in the club, was picking up as it was now after Nine and the kinksters were flowing in. The Club began to fill up. Servers were darting back and forth, all adorned in similar outfits as Anna's, except they wore different colored thongs and matching heels. They too all had shining anal lights.

I also noticed a few male servers, who were also adorned in corsets and stockings except their corsets were pink and their thongs were black. Their heels were pink.

Looking around the Club, I was in awe. A warehouse appearance on the outside, transitioned into erotic ambiance on the inside. Two stages were located at opposite ends of the main room. One with the ability to enact BDSM scenes, another for entertainers or kinksters to pole dance.

A hardwood dance floor is situated in the middle, surrounded by strategically placed casual couch seating, a few tables, high and low top. A huge Mahogony bar is situated in the back.

I observed two hallways, that apparently lead to the unisex restrooms and perhaps private playrooms. A stairway on the right side leads to the second floor, with more lounge seating and tables. The DJ area is on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. The lighting system was perfect, enhanced by fog machines positioned in various locations throughout the club.

As I was enjoying the heightened buzz and atmosphere the Club continued to fill. The music was heating up, people began to surge to the dance floor. Those not dancing were milling around in conversation groups or seated at lounges or tables.

The kinksters; couples, males with females, females with females, men with men, twinks, TGirls like me, Doms and Dommes, submissives, and singles and small mixed groups, were all her at the Club tonight. Everyone was attired in their fetish outfits, too many to describe in detail. Let's just say, the outfits were dazzling. The Club was indeed a place to be seen.

Anna returned with our sparkling wine, six flutes and two chillers. She presented the bottle to Grace for approval, then she poured Grace, Stephanie, and me each a glass. She set the remaining flutes on the coffee table. We raised our glasses to toast each other. Mistress Garce sat in the large chair, then motioned for both of us to kneel in front of her. We obeyed immediately.

Anna handed a remote to Grace, who immediately tested it. We heard a buzz sound, Anna's crotch light lit a little brighter, followed by another buzz, Anna bent slightly obviously feeling the vibration from the inserted plug. Anna commented, "Ladies, if you need me just buzz!"

As she left, Anna gave both Stephanie and me a big smile of approval. After a few steps, we heard a quick buzz, lighting her crotch brighter once again. Grace simply grinned.

Grace, tugged gently on Stephanie's leash, quietly remarking, "Showtime!"

Stephanie smiled approvingly, then leaned in to kiss me on the neck. I moved closer, as she did, Stephanie moved her lips slowly around my neck, holding each soft kiss a little longer each time. Feeling the intensity of her lips on my naked skin, I closed my eyes. I moaned softly.

She moved her kisses up my neck, alternating soft kisses with the heat of her breath on my naked skin. I could feel my sissy clit pushing against my chastity. Stepanie then nibbled on the tender spot beneath my earlobe, stopping momentarily to whisper in my ear, "Nikki, everyone nearby is watching us. You are one sexy bitch!"

With her hot breath and soft kisses all I could do was whimper, followed by a few soft moans. I wanted her again and did not care who was watching.

Stephanie continued with soft kisses down my jawbone landing softly with her lips against mine. We held the kiss then Stephanie lightly pushed her tongue between my lips finding the tip of mine, gently teasing me by pulling her tip back.

She then repeated the tongue by grazing past the tip of my tongue, again pulling back. Once more she circled the tip of her tongue against mine then teasingly pulled back. Each time she teased me, I took deeper breaths.

I could feel the sexual tension heightening around us. Two women making out is always a major turn on, in public it's even better.

Stephanie, holding my head still in her hands, continued tonguing me. I reciprocated by running my tongue along the inside of her upper lip, then I pulled a quick lick under her top lip. My go to come-here maneuver. My hands rested on her hips just below her bodysuit's plunging neckline.

I moved my hands up her bare mid-drift, cupping her stunning braless globes. I heard soft murmurs coming from what was now a small crowd watching us. Momentarily breaking the kiss, it was my turn to whisper, "Stephanie, I want you!"

Stephanie stood us both up, grabbed my hand, leading us to the dance floor. "Later, girlfriend!"

The music was now a little softer, as we continued to kiss as we slow danced, to the music, I held her booty with both hands as we danced. Kissing Stephanie is so sensual, dancing close and slow was even more so. Caressing her tight booty, I could feel our bodies mesh as if we were the only ones on the dance floor.

When the music sped up, we continued to dance close, moving together to our own music; our bodies were so intertwined. Stephanie and I truly click. It's more than lust, we'll see. When the music changed again, we scurried back to be with Grace.

As we made our way quickly back to the two woman, men and women attempted to get our attention, or dance with us, hoping to be noticed by either of us or both for that matter. We scurried past them.

Sitting with Grace was Charlotte and kneeling beside her was Elizabeth. Grace motioned for us to kneel again in front of her. Before doing so, we both leaned in to kiss Charlotte on her cheek.

Charlotte was adorned in a black maxi length halter neck dress with high slits. Her generous breasts, that were slightly hidden at her boutique earlier were exposed on the sides. When she readjusted her legs, I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous cock. She was not wearing panties. Charlotte is indeed a stunning woman.

Elizabeth her sissy assistant was dressed in a sheer pink catsuit. Visible underneath she wore a sheer pink bra and pantie set. The bra barely encased her ample boobies, that she had also concealed at the boutique. On her sissy clit she wore a pink silicone chastity. It matched mine. Finally, I spotted a furry pink tail that was inserted in her booty. Elizabeth was indeed a sexy sissy tonight.

From to time, different kinksters would stop by to chat with Mistress Grace and Mistress Charlotte. Often, I was introduced but not to every person who stopped to chat.

Grace winked at Stephanie as she encouraged us to play, and kiss while their friends sat around to drink and chat. Charlotte readily granted Elizabeth permission to join us.

When she did Elizabeth snuggled in next to me. I was then nestled between two women vying for my attention. A great place to be.

Elizabeth began nibbling on my neck. Stephanie on my left, squeezed in closer, continuing to kiss me, gently taking my front lip between her front teeth, giving me a gentle tug, then letting go. Her kisses were so sensual. I was completely overwhelmed by the attention.

I could feel a hand caressing my sissy clit through my bodysuit. My clit became semi-aroused pushing against the confines of my chastity cage.

Then, Stephanie took things to the next level, by unzipping the front panel of my bodysuit, exposing my caged sissy clit. Using her fingers, she rubbed the tip of my cage, as I released pre-cum juices, she raised her fingers to my face inserting one finger into my mouth, so I could lick my own juices.

She then apparently inserted a second finger in Elizabeth's eager mouth, for her to lick her finger dry. Elizabeth's head immediately dropped to my crotch, running her tongue along the chastity shaft to slurp any remaining juices. The feeling of Elizabeth's mouth, lips and tongue on my caged clitty were sensual but in fact it was also pure torment.

I overheard Charlotte naughtily remark, "The girls are having fun now!"

I then heard a voice that I didn't recognize, comment, "Yes, they are. They also have the undivided attention of a few onlookers as well!"

Stepahanie continued tugging my lower lip then teasingly letting go snuggled closer pushing her upper body against my chest. The sexual tension between the three of us intensified.

The restrictions of my chastity cage were holding me back. I was on the edge shifting back and forth between pleasure and discomfort. I could also feel the pressure of my pink anal plug against my prostrate. I whimpered, holding back the screams of discomfort.

The base chastity ring was restricting any flow of juices by pushing and stretching my sissy balls and scrotum. The frustration and denial of a complete erection is leaving my head spinning. I was in a state of ecstasy. My breathing tightened.

Elizabeth then pushed against my plug that enabled the tip of plug to massage my prostrate. After a few moments that action quickly sent me into a complete full body orgasm. I screamed.

Stephanie pushed my face into her exposed breasts trying to muffle my screams. After a few flashes of pure bliss, she lifted my face to her lips, tilting my head slightly as she pushed her tongue aggressively into my mouth. We were both on our knees as we kissed and embraced.

Stephanie pushed back whispering, "Nikki that was so cool!"

Elizabeth continued to slurp my caged sissy clit, sucking any available juices. Elizabeth rose to her knees, clinching both of us, she first kissed Stephanie sharing my juices, then she kissed me pushing her tongue between my lips.

I came back to my senses, as I heard Grace leading the chorus of onlookers, who were excited and enjoyed our sensuous performance.

Grace stood, motioning towards me, saying, "Crawl to me Nikki!"

I immediately obeyed, crawling to nest at her feet, I looked up, "Yes, Mistress Grace!"

Grace staring directly into my eyes, "Nikki dear fully body orgasms are very special. I am pleased that you enjoyed your recent experience. Stephanie and Elizabeth, are exceptionally talented." Gesturing to Charlotte, "And Mistress Charlotte and I, both gave them permission to pleasure you! You are fortunate my dear."

I turned my head to smile at Stephanie and Elizabeth. Both playfully smiled back. Elizabeth rolled her wet tongue over her upper lip.

Grace abruptly placed her pointed finger on my chin, turning my head back towards her, "Pay attention little slut! You are truly my toy tonight so obey me."

I gulped, looking back into her eyes. I could feel the onlookers crowding closer around us. They were anticipating a little fun between us.

Grace continued, "Nikki as a reminder, you agreed to be my property for the weekend. I will determine when you will be allowed the pleasure of your next orgasm! Understood?"

I nodded yes.

Grace added, "I hear your tongue is very talented. We will see if that is true later. Stand Nikki!"

Grace unzips my bodysuit's front panel completely, not only exposing my caged sissy clit, but my pink anal plug. I was now fully exposed. She twirls me around in a manner, that every onlooker has a full view of the sissy bitch that I am.

Breathing heavily, I have been exposed publicly before but now I never felt more humiliated. I overheard more than one kinkster onlooker, saying that they never took me for anything else, but a sexy woman.

Grace, then unclasped my leash from my choker, quickly fastening the leash to my chastity cage. I took another deep breath. She has escalated my humiliation.

Grace gestures for Stephanie to approach us. When she arrives, Grace tilts her head to kiss Stephanie very passionately, then breaking her kiss, she stares at me, "I know the effect that Stephanie has on someone. She's captivating, but Nikki dear remember who she belongs to!" She just smiled.

They kiss passionately again. I just stood alone and watched. Charlotte interrupts, approaching the three of us with Elizabeth in tow, "Grace I must mingle with others, so sissy and I will catch up later!"

Elizabeth stood in front of me, speaking to Grace, "May I say goodbye Mistress Grace?"

She nodded affirmatively.

Tilting her head, Elizabeth gave me a wet kiss directly on my lips, as she reached with her left hand to squeeze my cage sissy clit, she then grabbed my left hand placing it gently on her caged sissy clit, remarking, "Perhaps one day girl friend Mistress Charlotte will let you experience my hard cock in your boi pussy!"

I squeezed her sissy clit through the sheer pink fabric, then leaned in to kiss her stunning globes, moaning, I stare straight into her blue eyes, I whispered, "Yes, Elizabeth we have unfinished business!"

Charlotte tugged on her leash, briskly walking her and Elizabeth away, through the onlookers. Walking away, Charlotte spoke, "Yes Nikki dear, we both want to share that lovely booty of yours."

I gasped, then remarking, "I do want both of you!"

Grace, smiling as they departed, handed my leash to Stephanie, adding, "Take your toy back to the dance floor Stephanie. Try to cool her off."

Stephanie slightly tugged my leash, led me to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn't crowded but others knew that she was holding a leash attached is my pink cage. The music was not slow, but Stephanie embraced me, pushing her full chest into mine, placing her hands on my neck behind my head. I could feel the leash's slight tug on my cage.

I placed both hands on her booty. We kissed as we danced. We whispered softly in each other's ears. I was concerned about the power exchange between the three of us. Thinking did I overstep any bounds?

Stephanie explained that "Grace is very protective of us. We are here to be seen, and Grace takes great pride that the other kinksters are aware that we are her property. I am proud to be her property!"

I smiled back, felling the same way.

Stephanie added, "Grace and I have a very special relationship. I know my role and I respect her role. No one will be able to come between us."

She smiled back at me, "When Brian and I discovered your secret, we talked about what we saw. On his way home from his rendezvous with you, he texted me. I told Grace about you. She simply said go and enjoy and bring you to her. So here are!"

While talking and dancing Stephanie will gently tug on my leash, reminding me that she was now in control. With each tug I whimpered a little, then softly asking "So what's in store for me tonight?"

Stephanie, getting my full attention, she softly blew air into my face, smiling, "We will leave soon. With our consent, we will service her as she wishes. The outcome will be pleasurable for all of us." She then stopped, leaning in to kiss me.

I took another deep breath.

She continued, "Tomorrow, Grace will encourage you to stay until Monday morning. If you agree, you will remain under her control until you depart. She may invite others to join us, or it will just be the three of us."

Stephanie added, "Nikki, I love your hot body. From the first time I met you at my office you have always intrigued me. I just didn't know the full story. I want you to extend your stay."

I squeezed her booty tighter, kissing her, I whispered, "I will stay!"

We resumed our slow dancing, holding each other close. We were oblivious to the others around us. As we kissed, the tighter we embraced. Without question I was in lust with Stephanie.

As we danced, Stephanie spotted a very handsome Black man talking with Grace, then said, "We need to get back to Grace!"

She grabbed my dangling leash, leading me back to our lounge spot.

Arriving at our reserved spot, Grace turning to the handsome Black man, next to her, then spoke, "Issac, let me introduce you to Nikki Madison. Nikki, this is Issac, he is Charlotte's partner."

I bowed, "Nice to meet you Mr. Issac!"

As he moved closer to me, he reached to hold my hand. He then leaned in to kiss my right cheek. Issac was tall, and firm. A very muscular man, dressed in black leather pants, and a black form fitting T shirt that displayed his massive chest.

He twirled me around so he could take in my entire body with his eyes.

Issac spoke in a very sensual voice, saying, "Charlotte has told me a great deal about you. You are indeed as beautiful as Charlotte described. I also hear you are a unique sex toy." Winking at Grace, as he squeezed my left booty cheek, "Hopefully Grace will share."

Grace grinning back at Issac, she smirked, "Perhaps, you may get your turn big fella!" She placed her hand on the obvious bulge in his pants, rubbing his crotch area up and down, exposing through his leather pants how large his cock was.

I simply stood there blushing, thinking I hope so. I could not take my eyes off his crotch.

Issac sat on one of the sofas, looking at Grace, for her permission, lightly tugged my leash, so I could sit on his lap. As I sat, I grinded my booty into his lap, feeling his large hard cock in his pants. He was indeed huge and now hard.

Tugging on my leash, Issac simply grinned at me, "That little one, could be yours one day!" He placed his huge hand on my exposed caged bulge, squeezing my sissy clit vigorously through chastity cage. I dripped into his hand.

He raised his hand to smell my juice, then placed his cupped hand at my mouth. I slurped my juice. I grinned back at Issac.

I heard Stephanie chuckle, but Grace laughingly interrupted, "Stephanie and I know you want your turn with our little sissy sex toy; however, I must remind Issac that she is my property first."

Grace beamed at me. "Nikki dear, we do want to share you with our dear friends. I know you will enjoy Issac's lovemaking. He will indeed rock your world. The sex would be superb, but your fine mouth and ass is all mine tonight!"

Hearing another little chuckle from Stephanie, Grace added, "And of course Stephanie's! From what she has told me, you are indeed worth the wait!"

Still sitting on Issac's lap, his cock became much firmer. Through his outer clothes, I could feel the warmth of his body. He was hot, I was hot.

Stephanie, sensing a tension change, stood, approached me. She glanced at Mistress Grace, to obtain her permission, then tugged on my sequined leash. "I have to pee, so come with me to the restroom." Off we went.

I could hear Issac roar in laughter, Grace joined in. Then, Grace spoke, "Hurry back girls!"

By the time we arrived at the first restroom, we were giggling, the door was unlocked so we pushed our way in through the door. Inside Stephanie leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I tilted my head to reciprocate. We held our kiss. I could feel Stephanie's hand caressing my right booty cheek, so I mischievously caressed her left booty cheek.

It seems like with every conversation we kiss first. I love kissing her.

She whispered in my ear, "I had to get you away from Issac. He wants your booty, and he seldom does not get what he wants. With your consent, Grace will allow it, but not tonight!"

I stared back at her inquisitively, "I was grinding my booty on his lap, his cock is huge. He exudes body heat. I want him!"

Stephanie stopped me, "And you will but you must pleasure Grace first! Remember you agreed to be her property! Like Issac, she always gets what she wants, and she wants you and to control you! "

Before I could answer, Stephanie kissed me again full on the lips. She gently pushed her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth by twisting and turning her tongue with mine. She then whispered again, "I need you again too!" She then placed her hands on my booty, pulling me into her. We continued to kiss. I wanted her more than ever before. I reminded myself again of my commitment to Grace.

She then broke the embrace, saying, "I really need to pee!" She unzipped her latex crotch panel, entered a stall then sat down on the toilet.

While she peed, I paced around the room, thinking I do too now. I entered another stall, then sat to pee. From experience, you cannot pee standing up in chastity.

We both finished tidying up, we washed our hands. Stephanie said, "We should get back." She then tugged on my leash once again.

Arriving back at our lounge, Issac was still chatting with Grace. Charlotte and Elizabeth had rejoined Grace.

Issac seeing me again, laughingly saying, "Come here sissy!"

Instead, Stephanie took me directly to Grace. Once we stopped walking, Grace took the leash from Stephanie. She then grinned at Issac, "Issac, this sissy bitch is my property!"

Issac roared in laughter, "Ok Grace, but I want her another time." Charlotte was also amused, at Grace's comment but just giggled.

Charlotte, pulling on Issac's hand, "Grace, we must again mingle with other customers, let's try to talk before you and the girls leave. Perhaps, we can see each other tomorrow?"

Elizabeth walking behind Issac and Charlotte wiggled her booty.

Seeing Anna, arriving back to our area, Charlotte said, "Anna, bring Grace and her girls a fresh bottle of sparklingly wine."

Anna scampered off, bringing a chilled bottle back immediately. She popped the bottle, then poured three flutes. Grace gestured for her to pour a glass for herself. Bowing, she did so, saying, "Thank you Mistress Grace."

Taking her first sip, she noticed my exposed caged sissy clit for the first time. Swallowing her sip quickly, she giggled, "Miss Nikki, you are stunning in pink. Mistress Grace, may I touch?"

Grace nodded permission.

Gently squeezing the pink silicone shaft, she again commented, "I love your little secret, Miss Nikki!" Her hand lingered, as her fingers caressed the shaft. "Does it hurt Miss Nikki?"

I glanced at Stephanie, as she was saying, "Only when stimulated Anna!"

Anna seeing Stephanie's big smile, commented, "I would love the opportunity sometime!"

I could see that Grace was amused, hit Anna's remote, to brighten her light, remarking, "Anna please bring me our bill!"

Anna, remarked, "Mistress Charlotte said that your refreshments were on the house tonight, Mistress Grace."

Grace reached into her clutch removing a very generous tip for Anna. This is for you Anna, thank you. BTW you can caress Nikki's sissy cage until we are ready to leave."

Anna giggled, "Thank you Mistress Grace!" She did not remove her hand, instead she continued to caress me.

Grace laughingly looked at both Stephanie and me, "Ladies let's get ready our ride share will be in 10 minutes."

Anna helped me zip up my panels, tucking my caged clit back inside my body suit. She handed my leash to Grace, who reclasped my choker.

"Thank you again Anna, we would love to have you can play with us sometime too!" Grace kissed Anna on the cheek.

Anna then said, "It would be my pleasure Mistress Grace!"

Our ride share was waiting for us out front. Carlos, our driver, opened the rear passenger door for us. I slid across the bench seat, then Stephanie, then Grace. We drove off.

Carlos kept glancing in his rearview mirror back at us.

Grace tugged on Stephanie's pulling her towards her. They began to kiss each other full on the lips. Grace pushed her tongue between Stephanie's open lips. Their kisses were passionate.

I tried to embrace Stephanie. Grace sternly said, "Stop Nikki! Just watch!"

I was clearly being ignored by Grace. I understood the mind control being carried out by Mistress Grace

Grace and Stephanie kissed all the way to their townhouse. I was purposedly left out. I felt a little jealous.

Arriving at the front of townhouse Grace handed me money, "Tip the driver Nikki!"

I tried to slide the money over the seat to Carlos. Grace stopped me, saying sternly, "Nikki stand outside at Carlos' door. Thank him properly!"

I opened my passenger door, then his driver's door. I slid the money into his waiting hand.

Grace spoke again, "Nikki show Carlos your secret!"

I unzipped my bodysuit's front panel once again, exposing my pink caged sissy clit, saying, "Do you like Carlos?"

Carlos chuckled, "I would have never taken you for a sissy girl!"

Grace and Stephanie slid out the other side of the car. Grace speaking up, she said, "Hurry, Nikki you have services to perform. Thank you, Carlos."

He waited for us to get inside, then drove off.

Inside the door, Grace immediately stopped me. Opening the foyer's sideboard, drawer, she pulled out a ball gag, "Turn around Nikki."

She clasped the gag's strap in the back of my head, fitting the ball gag securely in my mouth. She simply said, "Perfect!"

She tugged on my leash. I hurriedly followed both women to their first-floor bedroom. Stephanie first removed her bodysuit, folding it neatly on a bedroom chair. She stood before us only in her red panties, red jeweled anal plug, leash, and heels.

Grace turns, asking us to unbutton her mesh catsuit. There must have been forty button loops down the back. When we finished, she wiggled out, leaving the catsuit on the floor. Stephanie picked it up, folding it, then placing it on the same chair.

She turned to me, except for her micro thong, she was naked. Her body is exquisite. Holding her magnificent boobies, she said, "Nikki you have wanted to touch them all day, you may now touch them!"

I reached out with my right hand, but Grace pulled both hands towards her boobies, allowing me to caress both gorgeous globes. I place my cupped directly on the underside of each breast. With the ball gag transfixed in my mouth, I was speechless. I tried to lean my head down to lick her nipples, then recognizing I had a ball gag in my mouth, backed off.

Grace winking said, "Nikki, you may kiss them later."

Stephanie appears at my back, helping me out of my bodysuit. When I stepped out, she picked up my suit, folding it skillfully placing it on the same chair. I stood there in my sissy cage, pink bra, pink jeweled anal plug, ball gag, choker, and dangling leash.

Grace tugged on my leash, leading me to the edge of their bed. She motioned me to sit, she then positioned my hands and arms behind my back. Stephanie appeared again at our side, clasping a pair of cuffs on each wrist. I was now helpless.

Grace then climbed into the middle of king-sized bed, leaning against the headboard, propping up her legs, she opened her legs wide, exposing her pussy. Without hesitation Stephanie immediately crawled to her, burying her head between Grace's awaiting thighs.

Stephanie began kissing her inner thighs, I could hear soft whimpers from Grace. She did speak up, addressing me, "Nikki just watch!"

I anxiously sat on the edge of the bed watching. I felt my sissy clit getting aroused again pushing the edges of the sissy cage. As I watched Stephanie pleasing Grace, my mouth began drooling around the edges of the ball gag. I was indeed helpless. Exactly the state of euphoria that Mistress Grace wanted. She was now controlling both my mind and body.

I could hear Grace's moans but really could not see over Stephanie's body. I could that her head was buried between Grace's legs. I could see that Grace was moving back and forth, turning, and twisting underneath Stephanie's body. Grace continued to whimper, then louder moans. From experience Stephanie's mouth and tongue are extraordinarily talented.

Grace's body begins to shake more, I hear a soft forced mumble from her, "Come closer Nikki!"

I scurried as best I could up to the head of the bed, I kneeled next to Stephanie. Grace's body tenses then shakes vigorously, her moans become louder, she screams "Oh Stephie! Oh, oh!"

She then gushes all over Stephie's face. Grace moans decrease slowly turning her moans, into calming deep breaths. Stephanie crawls up Grace's torso, planting a kiss directly on her lips. Grace whimpers, as Stephanie forces her tongue into Grace's mouth letting her taste her own juices. They embrace.

Realizing I am now beside them, they uncouple, then Stephanie unhooks my ball gag, letting it drop to the bed. She leans in to kiss me, instead I turn my mouth to lick Grace's juices off her cheeks. I then kiss Stephanie squarely on her lips. She moans as I do. We kissed again, then Stephanie urged me to reposition myself between Grace's legs.

I crawl back behind Stephanie, burying my face between Grace's raised legs, eagerly licking each inner thigh. I start slowly moving my tongue from side to side, then tightening my tongue, I move up and down. Grace begins to slowly whimper again.

Stephanie slides away, letting me pleasure Grace with my lips and tongue.

Sensing Grace's reaction through her soft whimpers, I feel her now shifting her lower torso into more intense body movements, she clearly loves a firm tongue moving up and down her legs. Gently I continue to move my face up to vagina pushing my tongue deeper. Her body begins to shake. My feel her hand, above my head, rubbing her clitoris.

Not able to use my hands, I pushed my tongue deeper between Grace's moist labia lips, I could feel her body continue to moan louder at the touch of my rotating firm tongue. I keep pushing my tongue from side to side, alternating with up and down strokes. Grace's whimpers become quicker in response.

Her juices are sweet, with deep breaths my nose absorbs the aroma. My face becomes wetter. She squeezes the side of my head with her thighs, as her body shakes more intensely. Her body tenses up as she screams, bellowing "Yes, Yes, yes!" She gushes all over my face this time.

I sense that she is still on the edge for more, so I push my tongue further inside her vagina, Grace's body shakes again. She squeezes the side of my head harder this time, shaking uncontrollably she screams, then collapses her legs down to the surface of the bed. Calming deep breaths take over her body.

Stephanie returning to the bedside, releases my wrists from the cuffs. I shook my arms from the restraints, I crawled up next to Grace. Stephanie joins us on the other side. The three of us cuddle. Exhausted, we fell asleep.

I woke with my mind racing. I do not know how long I was asleep. I soon realized where I was. I know I was laying next to two gorgeous women. I slowly slipped off the bed, trying not to wake Grace or Stephanie.

Making my way into the kitchen. I needed a glass of water. My day was a happy blur. Since I have been dressing femme, I was always horny. All I think about is sex and orgasms, and today I experienced everything and more. Today has been very pleasurable but a bit overwhelming.

Sitting alone, in a unfamiliar house, I was startled when Grace and Stephanie seemed to appear in front of me. They both reached out to grab a hand, almost in unison they said, "Come back to bed with us Nikki."

Back in their bedroom, Stephanie took a few moments to unlock my chastity, setting it aside, I crawled into bed between Grace and Stephanie. We exchanged soft kisses, Grace commented, "We have a big today tomorrow, let's get some sleep."

Pleasantly exhausted, I fell as asleep with two stunning women holding me.

To be continued ... Your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.