Seductive Secretary's Sensual Spree Pursuit
We drove towards Sue and her roommate's house with me tied up in the front seat. Thankfully, it was dark outside, or I might have been hogtied and hidden in the trunk of her small SUV. Sue held a cigarette to my lips, allowing me a drag.
"Madam packed you a bag with outfits, hair, and various other goodies. I believe she had a plan to bring you home with me, whether I completed the task or not. She and Joan were looking forward to their own girl's weekend escape. By the way, my roommates Julie and Joan are home this weekend. I intend to do whatever I want with you and expect your help with the other two girls. I have some devious plans for them."
I grinned at her statement. I reveled in the times I got to be a Dominatrix. I had tied them up before when Mistress and I gave them an introductory bondage lesson. They all adapted quickly.
We arrived at the garage. Sue unhooked my seatbelt and assisted me in entering the house. Julie and Joan were lounging in the living room, and they beamed as we walked in.
"Look who's here, ladies! Darla is with us for the weekend. This will be so much fun. Let's untie you for now. You've been bound for a while."
Julie was of average height, Joan was nearly six feet tall with a curvaceous physique. Both were taller than Sue, a petite yet well-endowed blonde. Julie and Joan had become a couple, but their expressions revealed their excitement at helping Sue torture me during the weekend.
We chatted for a while before enjoying a light meal. Afterwards, we took a break and had a glass of wine while smoking cigarettes. Julie and Joan moved to their room, while Sue beckoned me towards her bedroom.
"I could tie you up again, but I remember something from Mistress' blog. It mentioned that while femdom and bondage sex were enjoyable, sometimes a girl just likes to be fucked."
Mistress' blog focused on all things fetish-related and served as an advice column for both men and women.
"She suggested that occasionally, a girl wanted to lie back and get fucked. So, give me a moment to remove these clothes and start."
I waited as she discarded her clothes, then I unzipped the crotch of my catsuit and walked towards the bed, my erect clit poking out. Sue lay on her back with her legs spread, readying herself for our encounter.
"You're a naughty girl, Sue, and you know what happens to girls who misbehave, don't you?"
"Do they get spanked by crossdressing bondage enthusiasts like you?"
"That's right."
I commenced with light spanking, increasing the intensity. I wanted to leave her bottom red and welted.
"You're going to get it tomorrow, Darla."
"I can't wait," I replied.
I moved back to her mouth, kissing her fiercely before she flipped onto her stomach.
"You're a naughty girl, Sue, and you know what happens to naughty girls," I declared.
"Crossdressing bondage-loving sluts like you spank them," she teased.
"How did you know?"
I began lightly, then increased the strikes, leaving her bottom bathed in red marks.
"You realize you're in for a spanking tomorrow, Darla."
"I can't wait," I replied, using the same tone.
I moved back to her now-drenched pussy and began with my mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled, making her squirm.
I returned to her mouth, allowing her to taste me.
"Please, Darla, fuck me now!" she begged.
I slid my clit into her and started slow-pumping. We gave in to our need for passion, both moaning with pleasure. I held back, teasing her, wanting to delay my impending orgasm. Finally, I could no longer restrain myself, and I began furiously pumping her, clutching her in my arms. We both reached our climaxes, simultaneously crying out.
I collapsed onto her, catching my breath. I managed to make my way to the kitchen and filled us both with wine. By the time I returned, she was sitting up. I handed her the wine and lit a Winston for her, then for me as I returned to the bed. We rested and savored our wine.
Mistress was a top priority for me, but I loved getting a bit rough with Sue. She would never have allowed me to spank her but had no objections when it came to me spanking Sue.
"Take off your clothes, Darla. We need some rest. I have wicked plans for you tomorrow."
We slept in till late the following morning, both in need of sleep after the previous night's passionate activities. Orgasms can be a powerful sleeping aid.
Wake up, sleepy one. It's time to clean up, both inside and out.
I head to the bathroom and shower, making sure to scrub every inch of my body. Then, I return to my room and get dressed in a leopard print catsuit without a skirt, revealing my DDs. With Sue's help, I'm tightly corseted and wearing a leather collar around my neck. My legs are in thigh-high boots. I put on a long blond wig, pulling it into a high ponytail. Sue tells me not to apply makeup yet; we'll do that after breakfast.
We join Julie and Joan in the breakfast nook, saying good morning to them. There's a light breakfast of bread, coffee, and juice. Sue hands me a blue pill, knowing full well it's Viagra. After eating, I load the dishwasher without being asked.
"Time for your makeup, Darla," Sue announces. "Julie and Joan want to give you a makeover."
We move to the makeup table, where my nails are glued on with long red nail polish. They apply foundation and powder. For my eyes, they use blue eyeshadow heavily. They line my upper and lower eyelids with eyeliner and attach long eyelashes. Finally, they line my lips and apply sexy red lip gloss. They fix my hair into a ponytail.
"You look so slutty, Darla. Fitting, since you are one."
I can't disagree, feeling my clit strain against the catsuit fabric.
"Not yet, girl. We have plans for you."
Smacking my clit through the fabric, Sue laughs.
"Sue, thank you for taking control of Julie and Joan. You are an amazing Mistress, and I'm glad I helped you discover your inner Domme. Yes, I still switch sometimes, but only with you and Mistress. These two are different," Sue says.
Sue unties my hands, telling me to tie Julie and Joan to two chairs.
"Sue, you're really into this whole Mistress thing, huh?" I ask. "You've been describing your sexual games in great detail."
"That's right, Darla. I'm full of surprises," she replies. "We're going to play a little game. Inspired by Mistress, I call it the Fetish Olympics. You're going to be our audience, watching as we have an orgasm contest. First one to reach five wins. Loser gets another orgasm. It'll be fun at first, but it won't be as pleasurable after a while. I promise you, they won't be faking it. We'll be watching closely."
She has me turn on the vibrators strapped to both of their thighs. Their previously dry PJs become wet quickly. Julie and Joan reach their first orgasm, visibly enjoying it. The second one comes quickly, too. After that, their faces become desperate, showing how much they want to finish, but they're only allowed modest relief. With their third orgasm, the passion starts to fade, replaced by desperation. Joan manages to reach her fifth orgasm before Julie, who looks worn out and pleads for relief.
Sue turns off the vibrators and has me untie both of them.
"You two are a mess. Go clean yourselves up and get back into your catsuits. I'll get Darla ready for our next game."
Sue ties my hands behind me, making me bend over a table. She removes my catsuit, leaving my hard clit exposed. She attaches a cord from my collar to my ovary sack, tugging it tightly.
"You know, Darla, Jane did this to you once. I've wanted to try this for the longest time. You just lie there and don't move. Joan and Julie have been excited at the idea of pegging you."
I love the idea of being pegged.
Julie and Joan reenter, wearing their catsuits with big dildos hanging between their legs.
"Joan, you get to choose. Darla's mouth or her pussy," Sue says with a smile.
"I'll take her pussy," Joan says.
Sue guides me to a chair and ties my legs back, causing me to bend my knees slightly. I can't help but think about how much I love getting pegged.
"We've really kept you on your toes, haven't we?" Sue asks. "Wait until you see this next part. It's going to be even better."
Julie and Joan straddle either side of me, both grabbing their dildos. They're whispering back and forth, deciding who goes first. I'm in anticipation, knowing the pleasure is about to begin.
"You decide, Darla. Or should we decide and surprise you?" Sue asks.
"Do it," I say.
Julie enters me first, forcing her dildo inside. I feel full, and wetness starts to form. Joan enters me next, both of us gasping in pleasure. They start moving their hips in sync, stroking me deeply. Their moans are loud and steady.
"That's right, you love it," Sue says. "In a few minutes, these two will switch. You'll get to choose which one pleasures you next."
I'm ready for my first orgasm, but they decide to wait, making the anticipation even more intense. Finally, they tell me that I can pick.
"Julie, please," I say.
Julie resumes her movements, the increasing intensity making me closer to climax. I don't have to wait long before I reach a massive orgasm, feeling waves of pleasure sweep through my body. Julie and Joan adjust their positions, their faces showing the satisfaction of their conquest. Both Julie and Joan wait for me to recover before they switch spots, another wave of intense pleasure spreading through my body.
Joan didn't waste a second in following me. She put on a glove, squeezed some KY, and got me ready. She inserted a strap on into my pussy and started pumping away. Julie shoved her cock into my mouth. Both ladies had big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed themselves at my expense. My clit ached against the string holding me in place. I longed to orgasm!
"Enough, girls!" boomed the voice of the dominant woman, "I think you've heated up Darla. Why don't the two of you go to your room? I was thinking of another game. Let's save the hogtie race for another time. I've got plans for you, Darla. Go on now."
Joan kissed Julie passionately and led her into the bedroom. Sue untied the fragile string and my legs, guiding me to one of the chairs. She made me sit down, with my arms across the backrest. She carefully tied my feet together and attached them to the chair, then tied my legs above my knees. She finally secured my arms to my sides, tightening the harness.
Sue inspected her craftsmanship and lit a Winston.
"You sure are a handful, Darla, but it's worth the effort. Let's have a cigarette before I gag you."
I nodded in agreement, and Sue placed a cigarette between my red lips. She lit it and helped me smoke the suspended cigarette as well.
"Now, which gag should I use? The ball gag? You'll be unable to move, and drooling is inevitable. Now, open wide."
She pushed the round ball gag between my teeth and tightened it.
Smiling maliciously, she leaned forward and slid her tongue into my mouth. I couldn't resist and erupted into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" Sue said, "What a tasty lunch. I would've thought you'd expect to be fucked. Hell, you wouldn't last long enough to satisfy me. Plus, you enjoyed seeing Julie and Joan be tortured with vibrators too much. It's only fair for you to experience the same."
She fastened a vibrator around the base of my clit and ovaries while it was still running.
"We lucky genetic ladies can experience multiple orgasms, but it's bittersweet because, as Julie and Joan can tell you, it can also be a curse," Sue said. "I don't anticipate getting five out of you, but we'll see how it goes. Just sit there and wait for your next treat. When you feel yourself getting erect again, I'll give it to you. Prolonged orgasms are necessary, so I hope they'll last as long as it takes for me."
Sue sat in the other chair and lit a Winston, watching me squirm helplessly.
I remained in delicious agony and torture, with the vibrator's constant humming. The immediate post-orgasm agony gradually passed, making the vibrator more pleasurable. My clit gradually gained strength, eventually responding.
"Alright! Great job, Darla. Let me help," Sue said.
She unhooked the vibrator momentarily to attach a snug strap around the base of my clit. She turned the machine back on.
Sue took my clit in her hand, examined it, and then undid her own catsuit. She placed her warm pussy over mine.
"I'll keep the vibrator running," Sue said. "I think the tight pussy and continuous vibration are what I need."
She pumped vigorously until she could no longer hold it back. Sue shuttered, and her orgasm caused me to follow suit.
A satisfied Sue stood up and gazed at me. "What a mess, Darla. I'll clean you up."
She fetched a damp cloth, carefully cleaning my clit while the vibrator continued its torture.
"I'd leave it on longer, but I'm feeling kind. It makes me feel wonderful having you helpless, predicting your willingness to endure suffering."
Sue released me, then helped me to the bathroom for fresh lather and a purification. Back in the living room, my glass of wine and the other women greeted me. On the table, a lit Winston and a full glass of delightful Sauvignon Blanc awaited me. We chatted for a little while.
It was a great day chicks, but all pleasurable moments have their expiration date. The cruel Mistress phoned and commanded you to come back tonight. I reckon she got excited hearing about our naughty escapades. Gulp down the remaining wine and I'll fetch you back. Oh, and by the way, she desires you to be bound up and ready when you get there. I suspect she's got a modus operandi cooking. Thank goodness you took that drug. She sounded fired up.
The ladies bound me in the popular damsel in distress knot. Hands bound, ankles, knees, and chest. Sue gagged me and loaded me into the car. Since the sun was still beaming bright, she put me in the back, tied me up hogtied, and covered me for the ride. Getting caught in the front seat, tied up, wouldn't be fine.
Mistress intercepted us in the foyer. Sue loosened the hogtie bonds and aided me to my feet, then waved to our neighbor Betty as she passed by.
"My dear Darla, you're a fortunate woman. I can't remember the last time I was bound. Could you stop by tomorrow and bind me, dear?"
I muffled a yes through the gag if that was acceptable with Mistress.
"Absolutely Betty. I'll send Darla over. Right now, I've got big plans for her."
Sue planted a smooch on my cheek, bid farewell to Mistress and Betty, and rolled out. Mistress hauled me into the house, removed my gag, and smooched me.
"Mistress, it appears your slave Sue has become quite the Dominatrix. Your account of her actions was so titillating that I had to have you here tonight. I got a little aroused hearing about it. It's going to be a long night with lots of activity."
She led me to the bedroom. Much later, we collapsed in bed, spent, and drifting off to dreamland. I knew I was the luckiest gal alive.
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