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9. Relaxing
Nancy moved her car so Sarah could pull the Mercedes into the garage, then parked behind her in the driveway. As they walked upstairs, Sarah was actually in a great mood. Nancy guided the pair to the master bedroom, closed the door, and lit a joint.
"Misses Clarke! We have drug screening coming up!"
"Relax, we are not on the list. I can’t have my new executive getting into trouble like that and neither can I."
"But how are we not on the list, how do you know?"
"Misses Kneeler, there are some things I take care of that my boss does not need to know the details about. I need to protect you. Let’s just say the Workplace Safety Officer knows not to cross me?" She took a drag and leaned up to Sarah to blow a long puff into her mouth with a kiss. It had been so long since Sarah had gotten high, and this was much stronger than anything she had before. This stuff immediately relaxed her and she climbed onto the bed with Nancy. They took turns blowing smoke into each other mouths until it was all gone and Nancy laid the roach in the incense tray on the nightstand. Sarah saw her pearls, still sitting where Nancy left them the day before, then turned and in a slow-motion version of their make-out session in the car, the women kissed and pleasured each other, and then slowly stripped each other of their jackets and skirts, neither of them wearing anything else besides stockings and heels. Each showed the other how she could pleasure, with kisses, fingers, and tongues. Nancy kept things calm and beautiful. Finally Sarah needed to use the bathroom again and Nancy followed her in, straddled her and continued gently kissing Sarah’s soft lips and hard nipples as she did her business and they went back to bed. Nancy let Sarah’s exhaustion catch up to her, cuddling her and letting her drift off to sleep. Sarah purred like a kitten. Even in her sleep, Sarah could feel Nancy cuddling her.
After slipping away from Sarah, Nancy found one of Sarah’s baby doll nighties. The sheer black lace and red ribbon accents were a fantastic match for her stockings and heels. She arrived in the living room just in time to greet Joe and Edward and gave them both deep, passionate kisses. "How was the little outing?"
"The boy was great company, good catch," Joe said, mussing Edwards’s hair, drawing a smile from him.
"Misses Clarke, yes, I had a lot of fun. Sir Joe sure knows some great places to hang," Ed said as he dutifully went back to the truck and brought in two bags of groceries, and then prepared lunch for Joe and Nancy.
After lunch, Nancy took Edward by the hand, led him to Suzanne’s room, and locked the door. He was nervous, but did not voice any objection as Nancy looked through Suzanne’s wardrobe. He felt shame when he saw Sarah’s outfit from the morning and he did not have an opportunity to empty the trash or clean the corset and wig. Nancy asked Ed to shave his face with one of Suzanne’s leg razors and make it very smooth. He did as ordered and the order actually calmed him. He was very happy getting to participate in Sarah’s play the entire weekend. Misses Clarke’s attention and praise made him feel fantastic, it added to his joy of pleasing Sarah’s guests and her. As soon as his face was shaved, Nancy asked him to shave his pubic area and underarms very smooth and found some small scissors for him. She noticed some Neosporin in the bathroom and directed Edward to use it before the shaving cream. He undressed and shaved all of the fine brown hair away, washed and stood for inspection, his cock stood at attention too. The rest of his body was hairless.
"Very good, Edward," she said as she kissed him. "Now, run a bath, we both need to clean up before I take you out for some more fun."
'Two outings in one day?' he thought. This really was the "someday" Sarah had promised ever since they began sleeping in separate bedrooms. When the bath was ready, he reported to Misses Clarke, who asked him to prepare her. He removed her pretty red shoes, rolled down her stockings, and slipped the nightie over her head. She took him by the hand again, into the bathroom and invited him into the tub. He was more than happy to join her; it was his first time taking a bath with a woman. If he had not cum so much at the “glory hole” club Joe took him to, he would have shot semen all over Nancy.
Nancy noticed the monitor high above the showerhead and asked Ed to show Sarah’s room, with sound. He did not know if Suzanne’s monitor would accept a voice command from him. To his surprise, it did and showed Sarah sleeping soundly, still in white boots and fishnets, on her giant bed. She looked so serine, so calm. She looked like an angel to Edward.
"Edward, what are these round red marks on your ass?" Nancy asked without touching, fearing they must hurt.
"Punishment from Sir Joe, Ma’am, when we were at the 'Men’s Locker Club'," he said almost crying and hanging his head in shame.
"Oh, for breakfast, right?"
"Yes Ma'am, for The Woman of the House and me not following the orders properly."
"He put something on them, didn’t he?"
"Yes Ma’am, after he let them sting for a while."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes Ma’am, I did."
Nancy smiled and offered Ed a sponge, took one for herself and the submissives playfully soaped and cleaned each other. Nancy wondered how long Joe was going to nap before taking his new bitch again. She did not wonder long. Nancy admired the graceful elk-like gait of her husband as he entered quietly, slowly undressed, and took his new girl with gusto.
Sarah woke to the pleasant surprise of Sir Joe’s full hardness deep inside her and she was wetter than she ever remembered. If she was startled at all, she forgot it forever. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as her lips parted for his kiss. His tongue probed her deeply, she sucked it and swirled hers with his. Finally, a deep, passionate kiss from this hunk of a man! The spike heels of her boots gently raked his ass and back of his legs. His tempo changed, frequently surprising her but never disappointing. His cock fit just right in her, bringing her closer and closer to climax. His gentle, but firm, strong hands expertly fondling her perfect breasts. He only broke their kisses to make a kissing journey down her neck to a willing nipple. His powerful dominance was like a drug, more powerful than any. Through her passionate purrs and panting, after what seemed like an eternity, she could not hold back any more, arching and bucking she asked, “Sir, may i?” she said with a distinct, submissive "i".
"Yes, baby," he answered as he gently squeezed her stiff nipple and gave a powerful series of thrusts. Sarah’s body exploded with the most incredible, powerful orgasm ever. Her loud moans sounded like those of a wild cat as her arms and legs squeezed him, trying to pull him deeper. She wanted him to cum with her; the intensity of her climax prevented her from knowing if he did.
In the Suzanne’s tub, Nancy had Edward atop her, as she watched the monitor she was getting a timid version of what Sarah was getting. The best description that came to mind was a woman with a hot cock fucking her. The thought settled what they were going to do on their outing, just as her orgasm wave crashed through her body and exploded in a moan, not quite as big as Sarah’s.
In the master bedroom, Sarah relaxed her grip and prepared to let Joe slide off and cuddle, she realized that he was not close to finished. His intensity increased and she smiled, sure, she could stand a few more little ones, and settled back to enjoy a real man doing all the work. Her hands reflexively reached for the headboard and he grabbed her wrists tightly. The style of the pair changed from mutual loving to him ‘taking’ whatever he wanted. She feigned resisting a kiss of his, he held both of her supple wrists with one hand and grabbed her chin, and took the kiss that he wanted. Sarah squeezed his cock inside her and another orgasm engulfed her. After several more, Joe’s cum filled and spilled from her, Sarah was reduced again to a panting, purring kitten. He rolled over to the side as she slid down his body to clean his cock and balls. As she was cleaning, she heard a wine bottle open and two glasses filled. Sarah was presented with one as Joe invited her to cuddle at his side against the big, plush pillows. Other than Sarah’s purring and sighs of satisfaction, they relaxed silently, the wine tipping her near the sleeping point again. ‘What am I doing? I didn’t pretend to like that, I loved it. I can’t love being raped for real. I can’t,’ Sarah thought as her eyes closed.
In Suzanne’s bathroom, Edward was not able to match Joe’s stamina, but Nancy was more than satisfied. After Edward was spent, they cuddled together in the tub and watched Joe and Sarah. There was no mistake, Sarah was completely satisfied, it was obvious. Joe was happy, but Nancy knew he was just warming up. Edward hoped that he could someday please her the way others did.
Nancy gave Edward a sweet kiss before they got out of the tub to dry each other and she sat him at the vanity. "Ed, I noticed how well you do Misses Kneeler’s makeup, I want to see how you do on a fresh face."
"Oh, of course Ma'am," he said as he began to get up. Nancy pushed him back down.
"Do your face, see what you can do with Suzanne’s makeup."
Edward had already stopped being puzzled and just did what she said as Nancy left the bathroom and began putting together two outfits. She examined Sarah’s black wig, then dismissed the notion of using it, since the hair was permanently attached to the hood. She put that at the end of the list and checked Ed’s progress and for a peek at the monitor. She noticed Sarah looked asleep again, with Joe nearing that stage.
"Eddie, is there any way for me to send a text message to Sir Joe from here?"
Ed placed the blush brush down. "Yes Ma'am." He touched the monitor on the sink, when it came on he called for the on-screen keyboard and pulled up texting, then the master bedroom monitor as the destination, which also brought up a live image of Joe and Sarah cuddling. Nancy thanked him and turned his head away from the screen. When Joe noticed the message, he nodded yes and waived for her to come in. She shut down the monitor and turned Edward’s head back to his mirror to complete his makeup.
Nancy flashed naked through the master bedroom to Sarah’s closet and found a long curly red wig and a long, straight blonde wig, then dashed back through. Before leaving, she blew Joe a kiss. He motioned to her to lock the door. When she returned to Suzanne’s room, she was amazed at what Edward had done with his face. He was beautiful. She noticed some false eyelashes and told him to put those on too and report to her when ready.
In a few moments, Edward was perfect and getting hard again. Nancy really loved fucking Edward, but she knew there was no way to do that without messing up his makeup and her schedule, but he needed to lose that hard-on for a while. She sat and called him to the edge of the bed and gave him a “pro” blowjob, with porn-star performance moaning. Nancy really loved giving head to both men and women; she was sorry this time had to be so quick. "Ed, get us ready, this is my outfit for tonight, and that one is yours. I hope this is a very special Saturday night for everybody!" Edward got them both dressed, he wore the blonde wig and Nancy, the curly red one, then Nancy drove to a nearby drag club for karaoke night.
As soon as Joe was ready for sex again, he pulled Sarah’s legs apart and started pumping. She took longer to wake this time, but her smile returned with a playful laugh and tried to gently push him back, wanting to rest a bit longer. All Joe did was grab her wrists again and hump her harder, almost a replay of when he did it earlier, but Sarah really wanted to stop. She struggled to no avail and had a feeling of fear, replaced by a deeper submission to a powerful Dom. Sarah whimpered under Joe until he was close, then a wave took her by surprise and she came with him, holding him tight as he subsided. She was feeling weary this time, not just contently tired, as she crawled to his flaccid cock and licked him clean. She returned to the head of the bed, but Joe did not have the inviting look that he showed her before. With his giant 'paw' he grabbed her behind her neck and kissed her hard. Sarah thought she should feel mad, for some reason, but Joe ‘taking’ a kiss sent another rush through her. It did not matter how he kissed she kissed him back passionately.
When Joe let Sarah up for air she finally noticed her bladder begging to empty and asked, "Sir, may i be excused to the bathroom?"
"Yes, bitch, fix that makeup and bring back two glasses of water."
'Great, I’m demoted to 'bitch' right after getting promoted to baby,' she thought just before another rush hit her. As she sat to pee, all she could think about was how hot it was to be in bed with Joe. Never in her life had she imagined being this satisfied by a man in just an hour or two. Not a thought about anything else spoiled her high. Her bowels groaned and she was happy to dispose of some breakfast. Not even that reminder upset her. She cleaned thoroughly, went to the mirror, and fixed her makeup, not as loud as Edward did it that morning. She filled two glasses with water from the filter system and strutted back to Joe, presenting one glass to him. He drank it down in what looked like one gulp, got up, and handed Sarah a pill. Without hesitation, she took it, washed it down with a gulp of water, and set the glass next to Joe’s on the nightstand. He got up, took Sarah by the elbow, and walked her to the foot of the bed. She realized that she did not even look at the pill as her feeling to want to hold Joe, and wanting him to hold her tight, slowly amplified. She just assumed it was caffeine, or maybe a mild amphetamine.
Joe was methodical as he locked the ankle cuffs from Friday around the ankles of her boots. They were still anchored by chain to the bases of the posts and he took up the slack, spreading Sarah wide. So far, nothing was too intense, nothing really out of the ordinary for a fun bondage weekend. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘nothing besides breaking my no drugs limit, some mental torture, and rape.’ Apparently, he got more things ready while she was in the bathroom. He lifted Sarah’s wrist and locked it into a leather cuff that hung by chain on one of the posts, then the other, and took out the slack. She smiled and felt herself getting even wetter as the last lock clicked shut. Helpless was the most erotic feeling in the world to her and it was about to get better. Joe attached a leather belt to Sarah’s tiny waist and buckled it as small as it would go. She could tell by the look of disappointment on his face that he wanted it tighter. Another pair of chains, anchored to the bedposts, attached to D-rings on the sides of the belt and restricted her movement even more. Joe pressed his naked body to hers and kissed her deeply. She could feel him getting hard again against her tummy. From the look in the mirror, his perfect, dark olive ass was around the same height as hers. She hoped he would be in her soon. With these heels on, they could easily do it in this position; she knew they would fit perfectly.
At karaoke night, 'Edwina' is having the time of his life with Misses Clarke. He was never much of an attention whore submissive before. He always felt out of place, even when he excelled during his school years. At a drag club, he fit right in. Nancy was well known there, but some thought she was a small, older man who could pass from the neck down and needed a new wig, when she was not wearing a wig. Nancy took ‘Edwina’ around and introduced him to dozens of people. All of the ‘gurlz’, as the female impersonators liked to spell and pronounce it, were beautiful as women, no matter if they were in the stage show or just part of the crowd. Edward felt a little self-conscious that he was not as glamorous as the others were as Nancy paraded him around in Suzanne’s white sweater-dress, black fishnets and white pumps. He shrugged his padded shoulders when he realized the feeling had replaced the thought of how garish the combination looked earlier. In this crowd, it was conservative.
"Hi you two, glad to see you were on time today," Nancy exclaimed as she ushered 'Edwina' to a booth. He tried to suppress his shock at the two heavyset gurlz at the table, the first unattractive people he had seen there. Nancy introduced him and quickly explained that they were a very active and outgoing married couple, and then asked 'Edwina' to write down ‘her’ address. Ed complied and Nancy jotted a note on the back, continuing to chat with the couple and tried to draw Ed into the conversation. Edward did not notice Nancy slip the address and note to the husband as they all shared a bottle of white wine. He assumed she put it in her purse. Before the show started, 'Bobbie' and Carol excused themselves from the booth and said goodbye.
"Not staying for the show?" 'Edwina' asked, puzzled. He was already trying to make his voice feminine and was not having much luck.
"No, baby, we have a private show to do," 'Bobbie' replied and winked at Nancy.
"So, Miss Nancy, is there anything I can get for you?" 'Edwina' used the name he was instructed to use while they were in this club. It was a complete departure from the way she wanted to be addressed anywhere else. In this club, you had to get used to it because the ‘gurlz’ called everybody Miss.
"Why don’t you get us another bottle of wine, baby?"
"Yes Ma’am, but I don’t have any money, not even an ID."
Nancy giggled, it had been so long since she brought a complete neophyte out for fun she had forgotten about some of the little things. "I suggest barter. Remember Cleo?" 'Edwina' nodded yes, with a smile. Cleo was tall, dark and glamorous. 'Her' heels had to be over 8" tall; her legs were as perfect as Sarah's. Nancy continued. "Approach her and ask if she will give you voice lessons in the ‘gurlz’ room and invite her to our table after. She should offer a drink, ask for a bottle for the table."
"But, how will I pay her?"
"In the ‘gurlz’ room, silly gurl," Nancy giggled as she saw the 'light come on’ for ‘Edwina.'
Nancy giggled again as Cleo whisked 'Edwina' to the back of the club to the bathrooms where her date discovered Cleo was hung like a horse.
Back at home, the combination of Ecstasy, helplessness, and submission brought Sarah to a new level of ecstasy. Joe made her beg for contact as he taunted her with light touches, nipple twists, spanks, and feels. He felt inside her pussy with his pinky and asked, "You will do anything for an orgasm, won’t you?"
"Yes, yes Sir!"
"How many times did you cum without permission since Nancy left the room, bitch?" He pulled his finger from her and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked it hungrily.
"None Sir, I asked and you gave me permission, Sir Joe. Thank you so much for giving me permission."
He pulled his finger from her mouth and walked to the closet. Sarah watched him intently as he disappeared and then emerged wearing his signature black leather duster and holding a wooden paddle. Whoosh! The paddle sang through the air, he swung it with each step. "You had permission for the first one. How many came after?"
"Sir! Sir Joe! No! I asked. Agh!" she screamed as the wood met her ass, the hardest strike anybody had ever given her.
"Sir! No!" The "no" earned another strike and Sarah screamed even louder. Her inner thighs grew slick again, from her juices of desire. The Ecstasy was not giving in either, the craving for contact grew stronger. She tried to think. He did not strike until she tried to answer and it must have been the wrong answer. She sobbed and said, "Sir, I don’t know how many."
"Then, bitch, I am going to have to try to remember and count them up," he said as he sat on the bed.
Sarah watched him in the mirror as he checked his messages. He reattached Sarah’s “bitch” collar and left the room. As soon as the door closed, the sense of isolation engulfed Sarah. She cried and called for Joe, squirmed in her bonds, she needed contact, she needed anything but isolation. After what seemed an eternity, her wish for company was granted as she heard the door handle turn. She looked and pleaded, "Please, I’ll do anything, please don’t leave me alone here . . ." Sarah was so happy to have any company that she smiled at the garish fatties that walked in. They left the door open as they approached.
"Well, miss thang, you are a cute one, but ya ain’t all that honey," the evening gown wearing husband said as he ran his hands over Sarah’s breasts and red ass.
"Thank you, thank you for touching me," she said as she tried to lean to him for a kiss.
"What do you think, Carol?"
"Love the collar, this bitch needs to eat more," she said and the couple laughed together as 'Bobbie' found a leash and attached it to the collar. Sarah remembered her feeding torture from the morning. Through her spinning mind, the realization that this was a real ordeal, not play, began to creep back in. Her thoughts returned to desire as Joe walked in, unbuttoned his duster, dropped it on a chair in the corner, and slid onto the bed for a front-row show with his still-hard cock. The couple acted as if he was not there as they continued. They released the chains for her wrist cuffs and waist belt from the posts, bent her at the waist, and reattached the wrist and waist chains to the post-mounted anchors that secured her ankles.
"Miss thang ain’t worh fifty, Mister Joe," ‘Bobbie’ said, as his stubby fingers probed her ass and pussy.
“How about twenty?” Joe replied. ‘Bobbie’ pulled a $20 bill from his purse and placed it on Joe’s clothes in the chair. Joe motioned to leave it on the nightstand. Sarah’s foggy mind now felt shame about being rented so cheap, her ‘price’ dropped from $50 per person to $10 in just a few hours.
Soon, they took turns yanking Sarah’s head back; pulling up their dresses and having her lick and suck. When 'Bobbie' was hard, Sarah thought ‘hard like a cocktail sausage,’ he slipped a butt plug into Sarah’s mouth, and then slowly inserted it in her ass. Carol took his place at her face, pulling up a chair and buried Sarah’s head between her ‘thunder thighs’. They both smelled horrible, Carol’s fat rolls pressed against Sarah’s head, but Sarah did not care, she just needed to be touched.
'Bobbie' climbed on the bed and slid his little hard on into Sarah. The butt plug made her vagina tight enough for him. Carol was getting wetter, and the smell only got worse as her wetness increased. They both moaned when ‘Bobbie’ entered Sarah, and then Sarah heard ‘Bobbie’ and Carol moan together for some reason. Carol pulled Sarah’s face from her crotch and leaned out of the way, shoved Sarah’s head down and gave her an upside-down view as Joe fucked ‘Bobbie’ in the ass. Even in her heightened state of emotion, Sarah’s heart sank as she saw Joe taking another while she was right there, willing to service him. As her head was pulled back into place, Sarah discovered that Carol was a 'squirter'. Sarah’s face and hair was soon soaked and smelling of Carol.
Finally, when Carol exclaimed that she could not cum anymore, ‘Bobbie’ began to soften and withdraw from Sarah. He remained bent over her as Joe let out a growl and came. Sarah hoped to be released to clean everybody; she could not stay in this position forever. Carol joined the others on the bed and sounded like she cleaned them with her mouth. ‘Just great,’ Sarah thought, ‘her smelly ass is going to soak my beautiful bed.’ Sarah tried to look up at the mirror, but her blonde hair ‘curtain’ around her head blocked the view. She felt someone pull the plug from her ass, with a bit of whispering Joe got up, and Sarah heard the paddle ‘swoosh’ again.
"Please, Sir Joe, please? I’ll do anything to avoid the paddle again!"
"Not counting any orgasms with them, how many unauthorized orgasms, bitch?"
"Sir, I am sorry, I did not count. I do not know."
"At least you stopped fucking lying to me."
"Thank you Sir Joe."
"Bobbie and Carol, how many orgasms do you think a bitch like this can have in four hours with me?"
'Four hours? It couldn’t have been that long,' Sarah thought.
"Oh, Sir Joe, she must have had a hundred!" 'Bobbie' answered.
'Jesus Christ! A hundred?' Sarah thought and wanted to laugh.
"Are you crazy? That skinny little thing would be dead from a hundred. I don’t think she can really cum."
'What a bitch! But, yea, a hundred of those might kill me.'
"So, the average is fifty," Joe announced as he struck Sarah hard.
"Agh!” Sarah cried. After five progressively harder strikes at a very slow pace, Sarah remembered to count. She did not notice the couple leave the bed and go to her bathroom. She did hear Joe tell them not to leave yet as she cried out “twenty five! May I cum Sir?"
"No, bitch." He continued to paddle, the couple continued to watch and Sarah was almost unconscious by the fifty-first strike. One added when Sarah could not hold back the orgasm she asked permission for, from him.
Joe walked over to the couple, whispered something to them, then slipped under the covers on the bed as Sarah went limp and jerked herself awake. The couple released her wrist cuffs and belt, leaving them attached to the bed, released the chains from her ankle cuffs, and walked the dizzy, limp woman like a ragdoll to the bathroom. They placed her in the tub with her boots hanging out and “hosed her down” with cold water from the shower wand. She fumbled for the soap and 'Bobbie' took it, fondling and soaping her body, then rinsing with cold water. When they thought she was clean enough, they left and thanked Joe. Sarah did not want to move. She thought she should go back out to Joe, she wanted to. Eventually, he came in, pulled her up by the hair, and let her suck him. She clung to his legs during and after the act, and thanked him for his ‘seed.’ He threw a towel at her; she dried her body, and then wrapped her hair in the towel.
"Bitch is finally learning. Follow."
Sarah crawled from the tub, tried to stand and her weak legs would not hold her. The effort made her dizzy. 'That was a bad idea,' was her last thought for the night as she crawled behind him on hands and knees. At the bed, he grabbed her forearm and she his, to pull her up onto the bed, where she fell asleep on her stomach, her arm draped across his crotch. She only woke once, during a vivid dream of passionate, romantic lovemaking. In the dream, she was with her ongoing Friday-after-work encounter with the masked man. She woke atop Joe, riding his cock, kissing him, smiling and riding him gently. She slept again when he came in her, and slept soundly into Sunday afternoon.
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