An Erotic Short Story by Nikki Caine

What happens when a woman is willing to submit the demands of a Dominatrix?

If you reached this page and you’re not 18+ please leave now. If it’s legal for you to read this, then please enjoy this long short story. It was inspired by the erotic pictures scattered throughout the story.

CHAPTER 1

“Are you sure you can’t be a little late?” I asked as I tried to tug John’s zipper down.

He pulled away and pulled the zipper back up. “Not today Melinda. If I don’t leave now I’m going to miss my flight.”

“Can’t you take a later flight?” I asked in my best sexy voice.

“No, I can’t take a later flight. I’m supposed to pick Brigitte up on the way,” he said. “I’ll be back in three days. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I didn’t like the idea of John going out of town with his new boss, Brigitte. She was a pretty little blonde and her daddy had just made her John’s boss. I’d seen the way she’d looked at him last year at the office Christmas party. And I didn’t like it. She was a spoiled little bitch as far as I was concerned, and I doubted that she’d ever been told no. I didn’t trust her and while I wanted to trust John to do the right thing, it still bothered me that they’d be spending the next three days together.

I reached out and pulled him close, putting everything I had into a kiss that would remind him of what he was going to be missing, and as I took the kiss deeper, I felt his cock grow hard and I let my hand drop, rubbing him and inching the zipper down a little at a time.

He abruptly pulled away and I let out a frustrated whimper.

“That’s not playing fair,” he said as he pulled his zipper up. He practically bolted for the car and then he was gone.

I’d woken up tired this morning. And horny. And if John wasn’t going to cooperate I was going to take care of it myself. I made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a glass of wine, and then safely seated on the couch, I drained the glass quickly and closed my eyes and let my hand drop to my wet pussy.

As I touched myself, slipping a finger inside my pussy, I imagined it was John’s cock sliding in and out of me, filling me, and I felt my body begin to shiver.

Needing more room, I slipped quickly out of my shorts and panties, and began again, rubbing myself and slipping my finger inside my pussy again, moving my hand faster and faster, on the edge of an orgasm.

I reached up with my other hand and imagined it was John pinching my nipple as he plunged in and out of me.

My hand moved faster and I began to whimper.

“Don’t stop now,” a woman’s voice said and my eyes flew open to find an amused Brigitte standing in front of me. Her eyes focused on my pussy.

“What… what are you doing here?” I stuttered.

I crossed my legs while she sat down next to me. “What do you want? And I thought you were going on a trip with John.”

Laughing, she opened her laptop and placed it across her legs. “I was going to go with John, but it seems Daddy had a change of heart. For some reason,” she said, winking at me, “He decided that I shouldn’t go with John. Seems he doesn’t trust me.”

“But John said…”

“That I was going with him?” she asked. “I was. Right up to the point where he showed up to take me to the airport. Such a shame. And I was all set to fuck him, too. To take that lovely cock of his and show him what a real woman could do with it. It would have been a trip he’d never forget. And by the end of the trip I would have had him doing whatever I told him,” she said. “But he wouldn’t come into the house. At first I was mad. But when I thought it over, I decided this would be so much better. Lemons out of lemonade, ya know.”

I glared at her. Who did she think she was? Sure, she was pretty with her long blond hair tied up in a ponytail, and she had perky perfect tits and long legs. I was glad John hadn’t fallen for her.

“What are you doing here?”

“Patience. I told you I had something to show you. I ran across a video I wanted to show John on the trip. But now I’ve decided you should see it.”

I watched as she opened the file. A woman was on her knees in front of another woman, licking her pussy. I couldn’t see her face, or the other woman’s, and I moved to close the lid.

“Why are you showing me this?” I demanded, a note of anger in my voice.

“Patience, Melinda. The good part is coming up.”

I continued to watch, and soon the woman on her knees turned and I gasped. It was a video of me.

“Where…”

“When I saw this, I just knew I had to show it to John. You know he seems to be so straight laced. Does he know how much you enjoy having sex with another woman. Is she the one you think of when he’s fucking you?”

I sat there shocked. John and I had gone through a rough patch a couple of years ago and we’d briefly separated. The girl in the tape was my step-sister. I’d gone to stay with her and I’d slept with her. I didn’t know she’d taped us having sex and I prayed that Brigitte didn’t know who she was. My step-sister had wanted to continue sleeping with me even after John and I had patched things up. She’d done things to me that my husband never would.

John would have been appalled. Brigitte was right, he was straight laced. Sex with him was as vanilla as it could get. And foreplay wasn’t something he even knew about. Sex with my step-sister was a different story. She knew just what I needed and how I needed it.

“No. John doesn’t know. It… it… it was a long time ago.” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

She laughed. “Not so long ago, now was it?”

“What do you mean?”

She lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes. “Did you know that I knew your step-sister, Alicia?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her. I just stared at her. Afraid to ask.

“Brigitte, I’m begging you, don’t show this to John. Please.”

“You know, I could show this to my daddy. He’d fire John in a minute. And then show it to John to show him what a little slut you are. And you are a little slut, aren’t you?” she said rather than asking.

“Don’t. Please don’t.” I begged her.

“Did you know your step-sister was my slave?” She asked. “I’ve never had twin slaves before.”

“We’re not twins.”

“You look like twins. Don’t you think so, Alicia?”

“Yes, Mistress Brigitte,” I heard from behind me.

I turned to find my step-sister standing behind me, wearing nothing but a black leather collar around her neck, tall black boots, and carrying a whip.

“How could you do this to me?” I demanded. “What were you thinking?”

Alicia hung her head. “Mistress Brigitte found it and punished me for sleeping with you without her permission. I’m so sorry, Melinda. I never should have taped us together.”

“Maybe we could come to arrangement,” Brigitte said as she reached a hand under my tee shirt and touched my nipple, her finger tracing a lazy circle.

I shivered and asked in a quiet voice, “What kind of arrangement?”

“You join your sister and serve me. And I won’t show the video to John. He’ll keep his job.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. I’d be putting myself at her mercy. I loved my husband, and I didn’t want him to find out. Even more, I didn’t want him hurt.

Brigitte slapped me across the face. “Time’s up.”

“And if I agree? You promise to not tell anyone?”

She smiled. “I promise not to tell John.”

I knew I didn’t have a choice. I could either ruin my marriage and my husband’s career, or agree to what she was asking.

“I agree,” I said in a low voice.

“Alicia, is that how she should answer me?”

“No, Mistress.”

“What do you think I should do to teach her to address me properly?”

“Punish her, Mistress.”

Brigitte slapped me again, bringing tears to my eyes. “You’ll address as me Mistress Brigitte from now on, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Brigitte.”

“Good. Now stand up and remove your clothes slut. I want to see that perfect little slutty body of yours.”

I stood and pulled my tee-shirt off while Brigitte walked around me, and Alicia stared at me with lust in her eyes. Brigitte reached out, touched my nipples again, and then reached down and touched my pussy.

“Still wet. I like that in a slave. And your nipples are hard. Tell me slave, what should I have you do first?”

“Kiss you, Mistress?” I asked.

“You can do better than that slut.” she said shoving me to my knees. “Alicia, how would you like to teach her a lesson.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Alicia nod enthusiastically. There was a gleam in her eyes that I’d never seen before. Normally sweet, she now had that same cruel look I saw in Brigitte’s eyes, and the innocent smile I’d grown so used to was now cruel.

“If it pleases Mistress.”

“It does,” she said.

I saw Alicia raise the hand with the whip and look to Brigitte for permission.

Brigitte smiled and nodded yes, and the whip came down across my ass bringing tears to my eyes.

“Alicia!”

“Mistress Alicia,” Brigitte said.

“Alicia-”

And the whip descended again.

“Listen you pathetic little slut, you will address me properly as well as Mistress Brigitte. Do you understand?” she asked and raised the whip again while she waited for my answer.

“Yes Mistress Alicia, I understand.” I said cringing as tears flowed slowly down my face. I knew I’d do anything to avoid the whip again. “How may I please you Mistress Alicia?”

“You’ll start off my telling us what a slut you really are. And apologize for sleeping with that man. I want to hear you tell me how worthless he is.”

Brigitte sat down opposite us and pulled her phone out. “Go ahead slut. I’m going to record this so I can enjoy this whenever I want.”

Alicia wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me around so that we were sideways to Brigitte and then pulled my head back so I was forced to look up at her. “I’m waiting,” she said.

I should have felt ashamed at what I was about to do, but on my knees looking up in Alicia’s face turned me on. The sight of her breasts and her pebbled nipples excited me, and when I let my eyes drop to her pussy I tried to lean forward and taste her.

Alicia jerked my head back again.

“I’m waiting,” she said as she leaned forward and lightly flicked the whip across my ass again, just hard enough to provide a reminder.

“Yes, Mistress Alicia. I apologize for making you wait. I am a slut and I want to lick your sweet pussy until you come. I want you to use me any way you wish and I want to lick Mistress Brigitte’s pussy too if you wish me to,” I said and paused. The longer I talked the wetter my pussy had gotten and I reached down to touch my pussy, slipping a finger inside myself and masturbating while I continued. “I know I’m a slut and I apologize for letting John fuck me and for trying to suck his cock. I can’t help myself. I live for sex. Please forgive me, Mistress. I promise to be a good slave for you. To do whatever you want without making you wait. Please let me lick your pussy.”

Alicia pulled me to her. I glanced over at Brigitte and saw that she was still filming me with one hand while she rubbed her pussy with her other hand.

“Lick me slut,” Alicia commanded and I obeyed.

I reached out with my tongue and ran it along the length of her clit. Alicia moaned as I eagerly licked her, fucking her with my tongue and licking her faster and faster as I felt her climax build.

It wasn’t the first time I’d licked her pussy, and I felt her legs tremble and heard her moan again.

She pulled my head in tighter. “Faster slut. Faster.”

I did as she asked and heard her scream out as the orgasm rocked her body and I continued plunging my tongue in and out of her as she screamed again and again until she finally yanked my head back.

“Now that was hot,” Brigitte said as I knelt there, panting and shifting from knee to knee. “Did she please you Mistress Alicia?”

“Yes Mistress Brigitte, she pleased me. Would you like to use her now?”

Brigitte laid the phone down.

“Yes Mistress Alicia, and while our little slut is pleasing me why don’t you go and fetch our toys. I think we should teach her a lesson about letting a man fuck her,” she said. “Now get over here slut and help me undress. You do want to please me, don’t you?”

Alicia flicked the whip again across my ass. “She asked you a question slut.”

“Yes Mistress, I want to lick your pussy too. Please let me lick your pussy too.”

Brigitte laughed again. “I’m sure you do. And why is that?”

“Because I’m a slut, Mistress.”

I stood and crossed the room to her, then quickly removed her clothes.

If I’d thought Brigitte was pretty before, I was stunned when I’d finally removed her clothes. She did have a perfect pair of tits, full and round, not too large. I reached up to touch one of then, running my finger around her pebbled nipples.

She lifted my chin up, “You should always ask before touching.”

“I’m sorry Mistress Brigitte.”

“I won’t punish you this time. Tell me what you want?”

“I want to please you, Mistress Brigitte. Please let this slut suck your tits and lick your pussy,” I said.

“Do I excite you?”

“Yes Mistress. You make me wet. Please let me please you.”

Brigitte reached down and touched my wet pussy, then plunged her fingers inside me. I moaned and she drove them in deeper.

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please don’t stop. Fuck me with your fingers.”

She drove her fingers in and out of me and pinched my nipples and my legs began to tremble. I leaned into her hand, feeling my orgasm beginning to build and I moaned.

She stopped immediately. “Not yet. I have other ideas for that hot little puss of yours. You’ll please me first, won’t you slut?”

“Oh yes, Mistress Brigitte.”

She led me to the couch and sat down, and pulled me down beside her.

“Kiss me slut. I want to taste Alicia’s juices on your lips. And then I want you to work your way down my body. Show me just how much of a slut you really are.”

For the next twenty minutes, I kissed her, deep sensual kisses where are tongues danced, and I explored her body with my mouth. I suckled her tits, driving her to orgasm after orgasm as I used my tongue on her nipples and fingered her pussy.

I returned to kiss her lips after each orgasm and gradually worked my way down her body until finally I was licking her wet pussy. She tasted differently than Alicia did. While Alicia’s pussy was sweet with a thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair, Brigitte’s was hairless and I slipped a finger inside her as I licked it lengthwise, slowly at first and then quicker as her orgasm began to build. And when she reached the cusp of her orgasm I slowed and let it slowly fade away while she called me a slut and I began all over again.

By the time I took mercy on her, her whole body shook while she thrashed from side to side on the couch and I kept my mouth and tongue on her driving her over the edge and taking pleasure in the fact that I’d caused her to lose control. By the time she yanked my head away, she was whimpering.

I kissed her again when she’d gained control of her body, idly playing with her nipples as she shivered.

She finally pushed me away and I sat next to her, touching her pussy.

“You really are good,” she said to me.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Should we reward her, Alicia?”

Alicia’s eyes were round and I saw her nod her head, a smile on her face. “Yes, Mistress Brigitte.”

“And which toy did you pick out for her?”

Alicia held up a strap on dildo. “Since she let a man fuck her,” she said, her voice laced with a touch of venom, “I thought I’d fuck her with this.”

Brigitte ran her hand up my thigh and plunged her fingers inside me. “I think she’s ready,” she said, wiggling her fingers inside me while I tried to ride her hand again. “Are you ready for Mistress Alicia?”

I wriggled my hips, urging her to drive her fingers deeper inside me, and felt my body begin to tremble.

“I think our little slut is more than ready,” Brigitte said and laughed. “Aren’t you?”

Alicia stood and put on the strap on dildo.

“Over here, slut.”

I quickly crossed the room to her. I couldn’t think of anything other than having her fuck my wet pussy. I’d been on the verge of an orgasm for almost an hour now and I wanted it so bad I couldn’t think of anything else.

“Please fuck me, Mistress Alicia. Please,” I begged as I bent over and backed up to the dildo. I eagerly reached between my legs and tried to grasp it so I could shove it into my pussy.

Alicia pulled away and slapped my ass hard with her hand.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked.

“Please Mistress.”

“Then get down on your knees, slut. If you want me to fuck you with this, then I want you to apologize again for letting John fuck you. And Mistress Brigitte, I want you to video this, and give me a copy. And I want to hear you beg me to fuck you.”

I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. “Yes Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress. I promise I’ll never fuck John again. He’ll never be the lover you are. I’m just a slut. I couldn’t help myself. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I’m so horny right now I can’t stand it. Fuck me until I scream,” I begged.

I wasn’t lying. I’d never wanted to be fucked this bad. My pussy tingled and I wanted Alicia to drive the dildo into me so I could find release.

She smiled down at me, an evil gleam in her eyes.

“I want you to suck this dildo,” she said sarcastically. “Since I know you like cock so much, don’t you slut? If you want me to fuck you, it needs to be lubricated. Show me how you sucked him off.”

“But Mistress, I’m already wet.”

“I’m sure you are,” she laughed and then pushed the tip of the dildo into my mouth.

I took it in deeper, sucking it and licking it, and then Alicia pushed it in farther until I began to choke and I pulled away, wrapping my hand around it so she didn’t ram it down my throat.

“If you want me to fuck you with this,” she said, “Convince me that you want it, slut.”

I quickened my pace, my head bobbing up and down as I took it in, and then licking it, shaking my head back and forth, trying to convince her that I wanted it so she’d shove it into my pussy and give me the release I craved.

She let me go on like that for I wasn’t sure how long, and then I felt her hands in my hair and she yanked my head back.

Alicia’s eyes were wide. “Now get down on your hands and knees. have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please fuck me,” I said waving my ass at her.

Alicia got down on one knee behind me and I felt the dildo against the bare skin of my ass, and I reached back between my legs to guide it into my pussy.

Alicia pulled it out of my hands. “No, slut. I know you want it in your pussy, but I’m going to fuck your ass with this and you’ll like it, won’t you?”

I’d never been fucked in the ass before. Anal was something I’d hinted around with John, but he’d given me such a horrified look, I never brought it up again.

I felt her place the tip in my anus and I backed against it, and Alicia pushed it inside me, thrusting gently in and out at first until I relaxed enough for her to shove it all the way in.

I was so keyed up it only took a few moments before I began to moan as it filled me and she thrust harder and deeper. I felt my orgasm build again and I moaned with pleasure.

It was different than when John fucked me. He always rushed through sex while Alicia was responding to me, driving me closer to the orgasm that was so close now. My body was trembling as I rocked back into her, trying to drive the dildo deeper, and then pulling away.

“Do you like that, slut? Should I go faster?”

“Yes, Mistress. Faster. Fuck me harder. Please.” I begged her.

And she did. I began to scream as the orgasm wracked my body and I rocked back and forth trying to prolong the orgasm.

She didn’t stop until I collapsed on the floor, my body quivering and my muscles so weak that all I could do was lay there.

I closed my eyes while they dressed and heard the click of her phone as they took pictures of me and laughed about what a slut I was.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard Brigitte’s voice call out.

“Get some rest Melinda. We own you now. And we’ll be back later to begin teach you to be the proper little slave we know you can be. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered, knowing she was right. That they did own me now. And not caring.

CHAPTER 2

Despite their threat that they’d be back later, I didn’t hear a word out of either Alicia or Brigitte after they’d left. I’d spent yesterday worrying about what Brigitte intended on doing with the video.

I didn’t trust Brigitte and I wondered how long she’d known Alicia. Even though I wanted to believe that Alicia was being blackmailed too, I wasn’t so sure. When I’d stayed with her I knew she’d left abruptly several times after receiving a phone call. I remembered asking her about it back then and she’d told me that she was on call. I’d told her if I had a job where I was on call twenty-four seven that I’d quit and she’d just shrugged her shoulders and told me she couldn’t afford too.

I guess I knew why now. Would it be the same way with me? Would they call me at odd times and I’d have to come running no matter what I had going on? And what would John think if I just up and disappeared? Would he think I was having an affair? Of course, he would. Most men would and he was smarter than most men. Brilliant in that odd nerdy way that he had. His only real downfall was in the sex department. And even if he didn’t meet my needs the way I’d hoped, I still loved him. I’d have to see if there wasn’t some way I could convince Brigitte and Alicia to let this thing go.

I hadn’t slept well last night either. I’d spent the night dreaming about them, wild dreams where I relived everything they’d put me through yesterday. And the scary thing was that I’d enjoyed it too much. The way I’d been at their mercy to use me however they wanted. I’d been every bit the slut they’d said I was and deep down I knew that, at least as far as they were concerned, I’d do whatever they asked me to do to them. I’d been so turned on yesterday as I’d licked each of their pussy’s in turn, knowing that I was being watched, and knowing that even though Brigitte was recording me as I took care of Alicia, it didn’t bother me. It had made what I was doing even hotter.

And when Alicia had fucked me with the dildo, I’d reacted just like the slut they said I was.

I heard my cell phone ring, my nipples hardened instantly, and I rushed across the room to answer it.

The caller ID said it was John, and I stood there with my heart pounding while it rang.

Had Brigitte sent him the video?

It abruptly stopped.

Then it rang again and I answered it.

“Hello, John.”

“What the hell did you think you were doing!”

I could hear the anger in his voice and I knew he knew. The bitch had sent him the video. And I stood there, speechless. What could I say?

“John, I…”

I heard breaking glass on the other end of the phone.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know I shouldn’t have…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. And don’t bother trying to explain. You can’t,” he snarled. “Do you have any idea what kind of position you’ve put me in? Is this why you practically threw yourself at me yesterday before I left?” he asked.

“No John. I didn’t know.”

I heard a loud thump over the phone, and another God damn it.

“What was that?”

“What the hell do you think it was? I hit the wall. I’m so mad at you right now, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say to you. And I think I might have broken my hand.”

He was mad. And he had every right to be. I’d screwed up. And even though I didn’t know which video Brigitte had sent him, it didn’t matter. Through the anger I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” I said and felt a tear run down my face. “I love you, John,” I said, my voice cracking as I started to cry. “If you want a divorce, I understand.”

I heard silence on the other end of the phone. I wanted to beg him to forgive me, to tell him how sorry I was, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Divorce you?” he asked in a stunned voice. “Why would I divorce you?”

“Because I… you know.”

“I’m mad at you Melinda, because this is going to be incredibly awkward now. And Brigitte? I don’t think you have any idea what that woman is capable of…”

It was my turn to be silent. And I waited for him to go on. To finish his thought.

“What’s done is done,” he said.

I could hear the surrender in his voice.

“When Brigitte called me just a little while ago, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But we’re stuck now. She told me all about how she’d hired you as her personal assistant. That you were late and she didn’t know how to get a hold of you. She told me that you needed to get into work, that she’d overlook it this one time.”

“John, I-”

“No excuses, Melinda. She’s a bitch, but you’re stuck now. Trust me, if you screw this up, she’ll fire you first. And then find a way to fire me too, so you better do whatever she expects you to. Do you understand me?”

“I understand.” I said.

“Then get dressed and get into work.”

I heard the phone click and I stood there stunned. She hadn’t told him about the video. Or sent it to him. Instead she’d told him I was working for her now. I’d be in the same office as my husband, and I shivered. I’d be even more at her mercy now.

The phone rang again and I answered quickly this time.

“John?”

I heard Brigitte laugh. “No, slut. Did you talk to your husband yet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You’re late for work. And I’ll punish you later for that. Now go put something sexy on and get your ass in here.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And don’t bother wearing panties. They just get in the way, don’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The phone clicked and I rushed to get dressed, afraid that she’d change her mind and expose me if I couldn’t get there before she changed her mind.

Half an hour later I stood in Brigitte’s office. I’d thrown on the tightest dress I had, and worn a pair of black stilettos with five inch heels. The dress was black and so short it barely covered my ass. As instructed I hadn’t worn panties.

“Come here, slut,” she commanded and motioned for me to come stand next to her.

As I stood there, she reached out and touched my pussy.

“My god you’re wet,” she said as she slipped a finger inside me and I leaned into her hand, willing her to continue.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Brigitte continued to play with my pussy, slipping a second finger inside me. “I’m going to forgive you for being so late this morning. But I think we should go over some rules first. First, I expect you to do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you, do you understand?”

I barely heard a word she was saying, the feel of her fingers as she played with me was magic. My heart was pounding, and my hips began to rock against her hand. The fact that someone could walk in at any moment and interrupt us, only made it hotter, more urgent.

“You like that, don’t you slut?” she asked and I nodded. “In the office, when other people are around you’ll address me as Brigitte. But in private, like now, or when I keep you after work, you’ll address me as Mistress. Understood?”

My legs were trembling now and I could feel my orgasm begin to build. I was close, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, afraid that I’d cry out and be heard by the other people in the office.

She abruptly pulled her hand away. “If you please me,” she said, “Then I’ll reward you like this,” she continued as she touched me again. “But if you displease me? I’ll call John in and we’ll all watch your little performance yesterday. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She laughed and opened a desk drawer, pulling out a pair of ben-wa balls attached with a string and a loop on one end.

“Do you know what these are?” she asked coyly.

I did know what they were. Designed to be inserted into a woman’s vagina, I’d read plenty of articles about how they were supposed to strengthen a woman’s vagina and increase her ability to orgasm. And I’d seen them used in the Fifty Shades movie.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I want you to wear these today,” she said and slowly inserted them into my wet pussy. “You’re to leave them in until I tell you that you can remove them.”

I felt them start to slip out and I clamped down to prevent them from sliding out onto the floor. Without panties on, I knew I’d have to be careful. But at least if I was sitting down and working, I’d be able to tuck them back up where they belonged.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand,” I said. “Mistress, which desk is mine? And what should I work on first?”

Brigitte laughed again. “You don’t have a desk. And do you see that stack of paperwork and the file cabinet?” she asked as she pointed to a two-foot-high pile in the corner. “I expect you to go through that and file it. I want you in here with me today, where I can keep an eye on you. Now get to work slut. When you’re finished, if you do a good job, I just might give you what you want. You do know what you want, don’t you?”

What I wanted was for Brigitte to finish what she’d started, to see her down on her knees licking my pussy, and to get my hands on the video she’d recorded and make her into my slave. Surely, she couldn’t stay in the office all day, could she?

But for now, I’d play the game her way. And if I had to be her slave, I could do that.

I felt the balls begin to slip and clenching down, shifted from one foot to the other. That’s when I discovered the deviousness of them. As I moved, they shifted inside me, sending another shiver through my body, my mouth forming an O. I glanced at the stack of papers, imagining all the bending and standing I’d be doing, and shivered. I knew I’d be a quivering hot mess by the end of the day.

“Well, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Brigitte stood up, grabbed a ruler off her desk, and walking around me, raised the back of my dress, and spanked me with it.

I felt my ass burn, and the ben-wa balls shift inside me.

“You like that don’t you. Wait ‘til the end of the day, you’ll be so horny that you’ll do anything I tell you,” she whispered in my ear. “Now get to work slut.”

For the next four hours, I worked on filing the mess that was the stack of papers she’d pointed at. And it was a mess. From what I could tell, she didn’t have a system when it came to filing. The stack she’d pointed to didn’t take that long to sort out, but when I’d opened the file cabinet drawers, I’d discovered that nothing was in an actual folder. Instead each of the five drawers had been crammed full of papers, stuffed in every which way.

I’d been forced to lay everything out on the floor, sort it, and I’d made several trips to the supply closet for file folders and labels.

Brigitte had called Alicia to bring her lunch, and watched the disappointment on her face when Brigitte had told her that I was no longer hers to command. I’d seen the anger on her face, and then she’d hung her head and left.

By four o’clock, I was whimpering every time I moved, and my pussy was so sensitive I would’ve done anything or anyone that Brigitte commanded me too. I anxiously watched each person leave for the day, and then finally, they were all gone.

Brigitte was hanging the phone up as I crossed the office and stood expectantly in front of her.

And just like she had when I’d come in this morning she reached out and touched my pussy.

“Please Mistress,” I said begging. “Please don’t stop.”

“Are you done with the filing?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She leaned back in her chair and smiled up at me as she gently caressed my wet pussy. “Let’s go then,” she said. “We’ve got one stop to make on the way, and then I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

I whimpered, frustrated.

“Are you ready, slut?”

“More than ready, Mistress.” I said eagerly as she led me out the door, the ben-wa balls still working their magic.

CHAPTER 3

The one quick stop turned out to be a nondescript warehouse, and I stood behind Brigitte while she discussed the movie being filmed inside.

She wasn’t happy.

“What do you mean, you can’t film today?” she asked him.

“I mean we can’t film today. Our actress called in with the flu.”

“I don’t care how sick she is, tell her to get her ass in here,” she said, her temper flaring.

“Brigitte,” he said as he lowered his voice, trying to explain. “She can’t work if she’s sick.”

She paced back and forth, clearly upset. “Can’t you call in another actress?”

“I’ve tried everyone I know. They’re all booked. If you know someone, I’m all ears. And I’d be happy to call them. But right now, we’re stuck.”

Brigitte put her arm around the man’s shoulder and nodded towards me.

“Melinda would be happy to help, wouldn’t you Melinda?” she said with a sparkle in her eye and a lustful grin on her face.

I glanced across the studio where a dozen men stood naked, their cocks standing at attention. A dozen big beautiful cocks waiting to fill me. And even though somewhere deep down I knew should tell her to fuck off, she owned me, and right now I didn’t care. The ben-wa balls were still working there magic inside my pussy, and I looked at the men again while my pussy throbbed with need.

Brigitte gave me a small shove forward. “Don’t be bashful, Melinda.”

“I thought we were going home,” I said.

She just laughed at me and turned to the director. “She’ll do it,” she said and then turned to me. “Makeup’s that way,” she said pointing toward a woman. “They’ll explain what you’re supposed to do.”

She walked over to me, reached down and ran her finger across my wet pussy, and then whispered in my ear. “Quit pretending you don’t want to do this. That wet pussy of yours tells me that you can’t wait to get started. Isn’t that right?”

She was right of course. I was excited. And I was so horny that I couldn’t bring myself to tell her no. The fear that someday John might see this film was a slim possibility. I wasn’t sure that he’d ever even seen a porn. And Brigitte was right. I could walk away from this if I wanted too. Sure, I’d probably sacrifice my marriage when Brigitte showed him the video of me with Alicia. But there was still a slim chance that I could explain to him how Brigitte had blackmailed me.

Looking over at the men again, I knew I was kidding myself. I could have told Brigitte and Alicia that two days ago. The truth was I liked sex. And I knew that would never change. I’d given up too easily the first day because it provided the excuse I needed to turn loose the slut they claimed I was. And the idea of twelve men with twelve big cocks just waiting for me was a fantasy I couldn’t turn down.

I was about to be the lone female in an adult film. On the way across the room the director explained the plot. There was no real script. It was all about pure unadulterated sex. There were no real lines to memorize, and I found out that I could improvise to my heart’s content.

The premise of the movie was straight forward. Twelve hardened and sex-starved criminals had escaped prison. I was playing a college coed, who was really an undercover agent, and who’d do anything to make the bust. My character needed to keep them busy until the authorities arrived.

I was told to use my imagination and to enjoy myself.

While I was in makeup the men donned prison uniforms and I put on a catholic school girl uniform. The red plaid skirt was so short it could have been a belt. A white crop top was tied just below my tits.

I made a quick trip to the bathroom to remove the ben-wa balls and then it began.

The movie started with the men banging on the front door and me making a frantic phone call that they were here and I’d keep them busy.

I let them in, they ad-libbed a few lines about how hot I was, and one of the men dropped to his knees and licked my pussy while two of them sucked and pinched my tits. The men were professional actors and it didn’t take long before the first orgasm wracked my body and I screamed out while the men cheered.

Someone ad-libbed a line about needing to go before the cops caught up with them and that was my cue to convince them to stay.

It started with me shedding the few clothes I was wearing and then going from man to man, pulling them out of their prison uniforms, licking and sucking each of their cocks in turn, and telling them how I had a thing for bad boys, telling them I’d take them one at a time or all at once.

We settled for all at once.

Of course, there was a place for one of the men to lay down and I mounted him, sliding up and down his cock while one of the other convicts took me in the ass. Three of them stood in front of me and as I rode the first two, I sucked and licked each of the men who were standing.

Their cocks were large and proud and they knew how to use them. My body shivered, and I wanted them. I gave them everything I had, my body bucking and twisting and I told them what I wanted. Screaming out over and over and begging for more, until they pulled away one by one, their once proud cocks limp and rubbed raw, their faces full of lust and a tinge of fear at the woman they’d unleashed while I reached for another man to take their place.

When I finally ran out of men, I looked around and saw them scattered around the room, laying spent on the floor, and I whimpered.

That was when the prison guards burst through the door and I took them too. On my knees this time and two at a time, one of them fucking me from behind while I sucked their partners cock, taking them all the way into my mouth, and deep throating them.

Eventually I ran out of prison guards and I stood with my hands on my hips. I was surrounded by naked men laying on the floor. And the only way I could tell who was who was who was that someone had handcuffed the prisoners.

“Cut!” the director yelled.

I looked around the studio, and people stood with their mouths hanging open, a look of shock on their faces, and across the studio Brigitte stood alone while she ran a finger around and around a nipple, with glazed eyes.

Someone started clapping and before I knew it, people were all around me, telling me how amazing I’d been and what a natural actress I was.

The thing was, none of it was an act.

The director came over and congratulated me and I whispered something in his ear. He grinned and gathered the camera crew around him and after a few moments he looked over at me and nodded.

That was my second cue.

I walked over to Brigitte, still naked, still not satisfied.

“What’d you think?”

She just stood there, staring at me, her eyes dilated.

I glanced over to the director and he made a silent motion to the camera crew, and I turned Brigitte to the side so that she was in full view of the camera.

I practically ripped her clothes off in my hurry to undress her, and then I dropped to my knees and licked her pussy for all I was worth. My tongue darted in and out of her clit and I heard her moan and her body began to tremble. A few long slow licks were all it took to drive her over the edge, and then she screamed out as her orgasm rocketed through her body.

I stood then, got a thumbs up from the director, looked at Brigitte and grinned, and then whispered in her ear. “When we’re done here, I’ll do things to you that even you haven’t dreamed of. And when I’m done with you, it’ll be my turn to own you. Because you like sex just as much as I do. And you won’t be able to stand the idea of giving up the one woman who knows just what you really want.”

I leaned back, slapped her across the face, and pointed to the grinning director. “He filmed that last little bit for me. Kind of a souvenir for me. You won’t ever fuck with me again. And if you do,” I said in a threatening voice, “Your daddy is going to find out that there are two sluts working in his office, isn’t that right Princess?”

The shocked look on her face was priceless. It turned to anger and then resignation, and she hung her head for a moment, then looked up at me while the corners of her mouth twitched up into a slow wicked grin.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said.

Later that year, I found out I’d won an award for best new porn actress.

John still doesn’t have a clue what he’s missing and now I’m his boss.

Alicia fetches my lunch every day now.

And Brigitte? She found out that sometimes it’s a good thing when the student becomes the Mistress!

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