The Sex Slave Next Door

Layla Lovelace
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Contents

1. 1
Make certain he is satisfied.

2. 2
Free use.

3. 3
Learning my place.

4. 4
Humiliated for his pleasure.

5. 5
Punishment

6. 6
Taking my ass part 1

7. 7
 Taking my ass part 2

8. 8
Unexpected Guest Part 1

9. 9
Unexpected Guests Part 2

10. 10
Something I normally would never do.

11. 11
Being a good little slut.

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Chapter 1

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Make certain he is satisfied.

I waited for what seemed like hours on the bondage horse

in Mr. Holmes's sex dungeon. I was told this was the first
floor of his dungeon playroom, but I couldn't see it, anyway.
His former sex slave had placed the black satin blindfold
over my eyes and placed a ball gag around my mouth. I
could feel the saliva dripping uncontrollably from the edges
of my mouth.
The bondage horse is a type of BDSM furniture shaped
similar to a saw horse but padded. Leah had locked my
hands in place at the wrist and my feet locked in place by
my ankles so that my legs straddled the top bar and
restrained me in a kneeling position with my ass perched in
the air. I was basically naked. I had the leather bondage
harness that covered nothing of my breasts or ass or
vagina. Well, I did have the jeweled butt plug in my ass I
was required to wear.
Leah had left the room and wished me luck, and I waited for
my master's bidding. The waiting stretched into hours on
my knees as straddling the bondage horse in the room
uncomfortably by myself.
Three hours ago in the study, one of the private rooms at
Holmes's mansion…
"Mr Holmes values his privacy," said his attorney, J. Schism,
as he slid the Non-disclosure agreement across the dark
stained oak desk. "Mr Holmes' offer of one million dollars is
contingent on one month of service by you, that he deems
satisfiable. If he is not satisfied with your services at
anytime, he can terminate your services and pay you for
your time based on the current minimum wage."
"Minimum wage? Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.
"I'm sure you will make certain that he is satisfied," said the
attorney.
There was a definite power play in place. I was completely
helpless to Mr Lucas J. Holmes's will.
Back in the sex dungeon, I waited in the darkness till I heard
footsteps behind me and a door shut. A firm hand slapped
my ass, and I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Jennifer," said Mr Holmes. "Your body is stunning." I felt
leather strips of a flogger lightly run across my ass and
back."I am going to unmake you," whispered Holmes into
my ear. "Let us begin." Holmes began whipping my ass
lightly with the leather flogger. The strips of the flogger
lightly slapped and stung my pussy lips and I jolted forward
in my restraints, and moaned involuntarily, as the feelings
of pleasure and pain shot through my nerves. He quickly
sped up the intensity of the whipping to my ass, and I felt
the sting of his skilled lashings.
"You have much to learn, little one," said Holmes. "What do
you say?"
"Yes,sir," I tried to say through the ball gag. But muffled
noises were all I could get out.
"What is this?" asked Holmes as he swiped his index finger
up my moist pussy lips. "You are getting turned on already."
I could feel him collecting my juices with his fingertip. He
undid the strap on my gag and it fell to the floor from my
mouth. "Taste your drippings, you little slut. Open your
mouth."
"Yes,sir," I said and then I opened my mouth wide as he
shoved his finger covered in my pussy juices into my mouth.
"You like tasting your own pussy juices," said Holmes.
"Mmhhm," I moaned as I sucked on his finger.
"You like how this feels in your ass?" asked Holmes as he
pushed on the pink jeweled butt plug inside of my tight
hole. The pressure inside my asshole to be honest it was
turning me on.
"I do," I said, hesitantly.
Holmes slapped my ass hard with his hand. "Ahhhh," I
screamed, as the unexpected stinging from the slap which I
am sure left a red handprint on my butt cheek.
"You will address me as Sir or Master, or Daddy if the
situation calls for it," said Holmes firmly.
"Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir," I apologised.
"You have much to learn," said Holmes as he took off my
blindfold. "And I am going to teach you slowly and
methodically." As my eyes adjusted to the warm lighting of
the dungeon covered in red carpet and rich, dark mahogany
paneled walls. I saw we were not alone in the room. Leah
was in a metal chair with her legs spread up in stirrups, like
a gynecologist's office. She was nude and restrained at her
ankles and her wrist. Leah was very beautiful with her red
hair and fair white skin and large breasts. She was taller and
skinnier than me.
I had worked hard to keep a dark tan and my big hips and
ass came naturally, my breast being 36 C cups, while her's
looked at least like 38 double D size, which was huge
contrast to her this flat stomach and thin frame.
Three enormous men walked into the room with mixed
drinks in their hands. They wore black suits and white shirts
with black ties, but they looked like body builders. There
was a big guy who looked tan and Italian. A very handsome
bearded man with grey and blonde hair. Then there was
very young athletic black man who looked like could have
easily played for the NFL.
"This is Leah's night," said Holmes. "I am sending her off
with a bang. A gang bang."
The three men hovered around Leah with her legs spread in
the stirrups. They kissed her lips and her neck, inner thighs
and grabbed her breasts. She slobbered on a ball gag in
pleasure.
"Jennifer is here to be your fluffer boys," said Holmes. "Her
mouth is all yours. Only her mouth. Make sure she licks your
balls good before you fuck Leah."
The three men began zipping down their trousers and my
mouth dropped at how huge their cocks were; they were
massively thick and long. They had monster size penises,
10" and 12" inches each easily. All I could think was: Damn,
my throat is gonna be sore tonight.

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L ucas Holmes' order was clear: the three studs were

allowed to use my mouth as much as they wanted, but
only my mouth. The young African-American man was the
first, and he was likely the largest at 12" in length at least.
My hands were still retrained on the bondage horse and his
crotch was at my eye level.
"Oh, sweetie," said the black man as he stroked his black
uncircumcised cock in his hand. I opened my mouth
sheepishly, not even masking my fear. "It's gonna be okay,
just love on the tip for a minute, sugar."
The man pulled back his for skin and I licked the head of his
cock. He pulled of his suit coat and dress shirt and
underneath revealed chiseled abs and strong muscular core
with barely any body fat on his body at all. He grabbed my
head with his large hands that covered my face and began
slowly fucking my mouth. His cock barely fit in my mouth at
all. His girth filling up my mouth entirely and jammed it into
my throat but could not go further down. I gagged and
coughed up gag reflux fluid.
As I endured the man's savage mouth-fucking, Holmes
stood behind me. He put a large Hitachi vibrator to my
pussy lips and waves of pleasure shook through my body. I
was already completely turned on as I watched these
muscular men as they kissed Leah and made loved to her.
Watching them, I could feel my pussy getting even more
wet. I leaned into the vibrator as I felt my orgasm close.
Holmes, sensing my arousal, removed the vibrator.
The black man walked away from me and to Leah as he
slowly inserted the huge penis inside of her. I watched and
listened as they removed the ball gag as she moaned in
pleasure. Holmes began flogging my ass again with the
leather flogger. My butt was tender now from the whipping
earlier.
"Getting a little sore?" asked Holmes. "You can quit and go
home if you want to."
"No sir," I winced as he intensified the whipping on my ass
and move to the back of my legs.
"Oh my God, please don't stop, please don't stop, "
screamed Leah as the handsome, bearded man fucked her.
He had Celtic taboos on his muscular back. All I could do
was watch as the three bulls took turns fucking Leah in front
of me. I felt a relief as Mr Holmes unlocked my restraints
and I could move more freely again. He led me off of the
bondage horse. My legs felt weak and stumbled from being
stuck in the same position for so long as I tried to stretch.
Holmes took me by the hand and ordered me to kneel as he
put a collar and a leash around my neck.
The bearded man glided in and out of Leah. She was in full
orgasm mode as he pulled out of her pink slit. Leah's pussy
squirted from the stirrups as her eyes rolled back in her
head.
"Taste her," said Holmes as he led me to the bearded man. I
stood up to walk and Holmes pulled downward on the leash,
nearly making me fall. "No, walk on your hands and knees
like a little bitch in heat," he said.
"Yes, sir," I said obediently, getting down on all fours as he
led me toward Leah and the bearded man. He was fucking
Leah again while she was blowing the clean cut Italian
gentleman with black hair and massaging the African-
American man's cock with her left hand. Everyone was
naked but Mr Holmes. Each of the studs had muscular
roman-god-like physiques.
"I'm gonna cum," said the bearded man as he pulled out of
Leah.
"Use Jennifer's mouth as a cum dumpster," said Holmes.
The bearded man smiled. I opened my mouth obediently
just in time as the man forced his cock down my mouth and
throat. He held my head and began fucking my mouth. I
gagged as he his thick shaft jammed into my tonsils. My
eyes teared up and my mascara ran.
"Ah," moaned the man as his dick throbbed inside my
mouth as a huge load of semen erupted from his penis.
"Mm, that's so good."
The black man wasted no time taking the bearded man's
place fucking Leah. She growled in primordial sexual arousal
as the huge penis stuffed her.
Holmes placed me in a chair and cuffed my hands to the
armrest and ordered me to watch as the men finished Leah
by taking turns double-penetrating her anally and vaginally
on a black leather ottoman. I was so turned on—after all—I
expected to be fucked. But He only allowed me to watch.
The men took my mouth one more time, talking care to cum
on my face. This repeated for an hour as Holmes fucked
Leah too and made me watch and then came in my mouth.
Strangely, I was so turned on but not allowed to participate,
except for taking dick after enormous dick in my mouth. I
swallowed I spit I had it all over my face.
After everything was done, Holmes led me to an enormous a
large bathroom upstairs. It had a white marble bathtub that
was full of hot medicinal bath water. The bathroom had
white marble floors and there were a dozen lit white candles
that illuminated the room with warm light.
"Relax your muscles and soothe your wounds," said Holmes.
"You did well for a beginner."
"Thanks you sir," I said as I stripped off the leather bondage
harness and got into the soothing hot bath water.
"Meet me in my bedroom when you are finished with your
bath and are ready for bed," said Holmes. His voice sounded
warm and caring, unlike the degrading, dominating side of
him I had just experienced. "I laid out a nightgown, slippers,
and toiletries. If there are any products you require tell,
Johnson, the butler. He will get them for you tomorrow."
"Thank you sir," I said.
"And do not masturbate in the bathtub," said Holmes. "From
now on I control when you cum. If you disobey me on this, it
will displease me. Johnson will be waiting outside the door
and he hears everything."
After tonight, I was so horny. But I was afraid of displeasing
Holmes and losing the million dollars. What did Holmes have
in mind? Was he trying to drive me crazy?

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Learning my place.

I did exactly what Holmes had said after the much needed
relaxing hot bath. My body was so sore from the flogging
and time on my knees in the same position on the bondage
horse. The bath soothed me and the mixture of herbal bath
salts and tonics soothed my abrasions. there were several
places on my ass where Holmes flogging the leather whip
broke the skin just barely and there were whelps on my ass
and legs.
Speaking of ass, I took the butt plug out of my butt-hole and
just pulling it out turned me on. I was tired, but so aroused.
He led me several times to the peak of pleasure but stopped
before the point of release each time. Thinking of those
immense men whose massive cocks I had in my mouth but
not inside my womanhood made me touch myself just for a
moment, then I stopped in fear that somehow Holmes would
know. Then I thought of my husband, Michael. If he knew
what I was doing now? How crushed would he be? But he
said we were done. He told me to get this out of my system.
But how could he really mean it? I felt dirty, like a sad
whore, but I also felt turned on and desired. All I could think
was I that I had to see this through and earn that million
dollars and then I could start over.
I dried off from the bath and put on the nightgown. It was a
sheer black see-through lace gown. There were no panties
with the nightgown. I'm finally going to get to relieve this
sexual tension. I thought. Surely that is what Holmes had in
mind. I put on the soft comfortable house shoe slippers.
They were matching fluffy black material that matched the
black nightgown. Johnson directed me to my Holmes'
bedroom. I knocked on the door to his room.
"Sir, it's Jennifer. May I come in?" I asked.
"Yes, come in," said Holmes. The room was an extensive
suite. It had a vast walk-in closet the size of our own master-
bedroom. There was California-King size bed in the center of
the room and a very large master bathroom, with the works.
On the big bed lay a young, dark brown Asian woman in
black panties. She was topless and had small, perky breasts.
The girl looked like an Instagram model in her earlier
twenties. She had shiny black hair and green eyes. She was
watching Rick and Morty on the large flat screen TV.
"Lucas," said the Asian girl loudly. "Is this your new sub?"
"Yes, baby," said Lucas Holmes from the bathroom. "I'm just
now breaking her in."
"I'm going to miss Leah," said the Asian girl. "She's the
best."
"My name is Jennifer," I smiled and said to the girl.
"You don't speak to me," said the girl. "You are property. If I
want to know your name, I'll ask you."
I looked at her. And I wanted to say: Shut the fuck up, you
stupid bitch. But I caught myself and said nothing. I did not
know how this was going to play out.
Holmes came out of the bathroom dressed in black cotton
pajama bottoms. HIs bare chest exposed, showing a lean
muscular frame, not a huge bulked up gorilla-physique like
the three studs who fucked Leah, but he was in shape and it
impressed me. I stood smiling and like a deer looking into
the headlights staring at him, waiting on his next command.
"This is Yui," said Holmes. "She's one of my girlfriends. She
stays here with me a few nights a week. Don't talk to her
unless I tell you to."
"Yes, sir," I said.
"This is your bed," said Holmes, pointing to a white fluffy
dog bed beside the king-size bed. They made it for a dog
the size of a Great Dane, but it was a dog's bed. Yui smiled
and giggled. "And this is your collar." It was a polished black
leather collar with a shiny tag that said slut. "For now, you
will wear it all the time. Do not take it off unless I tell you
to."
"Yes, master," I said with a half smile. This is all insane and
crazy. I thought.
"This is your chastity belt," said Holmes. "It maybe
uncomfortable at first to sleep in. But just think about how
good it will feel when, and if, I let you take it off." The
combination of a black leather and stainless steel g-string
contraption had a padlock on it. A mesh metal screen to pee
through. Holmes helped me into the chastity devise. It
clamped tightly around my pussy, allowing no access, and it
had a metal hole for my ass to—well, you know. Holmes put
the slut collar on me. I felt more naked than naked. Holmes
walked out of the room for a moment and Yui perched on
the edge of the bed as soon as Holmes was out of sight.
"I can't wait to see what my baby has planned for you,"
whispered Yui. "He's into some kinky fucked up shit. It's
gonna be crazy fun to watch you squirm. Me—I like vanilla
sex. But it's fun to watch him play with girls like you." Yui
jumped back away from me to the other side of the bed as
Holmes came back to the bed.
"Goodnight, Jen, "said Mr Holmes as He turned the lights off
with a remote from his iPhone.
"Goodnight master," I said as I huddled in the fetal position
wrapped in a small blanked that was included with the
doggy bed.
Then I listened as Yui and Holmes made love, with Yui riding
on top of Holmes at first. She moaned loudly. It was not too
dark to make out that they changed positions several times
from reverse cowgirl to missionary and then doggy style,
where they shook the king-size bed violently as Holmes
pounded the tiny Asian girl from behind.
"Oh, oh oh," she moaned repeatedly as his balls slapped her
clit loudly over and over as he thrust his cock inside of her.
Then they moved back to the missionary position and kissed
passionately. Then Holmes flipped Yui around and they
moved to the 69 position where I could see a silhouette in
the near darkness of Yui's firm ass perched up on shadows
of Holmes' face. They finally finished in loud orgasms after
thirty minutes of passionate sex, while I was listening on the
floor aroused and horny with no way of satisfying myself.
What could be in store for me tomorrow? I had no fucking
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Humiliated for his pleasure.

S leeping with a leather and metal chastity belt thong

with a padlock on it strapped tightly around my crotch
was uncomfortable, to say the least. I was awoken from a
restless sleep when Holmes got up at 4:30 AM and turned
on his bedside light. He stretched and walked to his walk-in
closet and came out dressed in shorts and a tank top and
running shoes. Yui was still fast asleep in the bed. I was
uncertain if I was supposed to get up or stay asleep, so I lay
there pretending to still be asleep.
After sometime I fell back asleep on my doggy bed on the
floor.
"Good morning Jen," said Holmes, waking me. He was
dressed in a gray three-piece suit and a red tie. "Looks like
you managed to get some sleep. But it's time to start the
day."
"Yes sir," I said as I got up and folded the blanket I had
wrapped myself in.
"Here's a list of activities I have for you today," said Holmes
stoically, as he handed me an itinerary. "You will work out in
the gym for two hours. Johnson will prepare your breakfast.
You are going on a highly nutritious liquid diet. Le me see
your ass."
"What? Sir?" I asked.
"Let me see your bottom," said Holmes again. I turned
around and showed him my ass cheeks in the chastity
thong. "Not too roughed up. But Johnson will give you some
ointments to heal your skin up."
"Thank you, sir," I said sheepishly.
"The tailor will size you for a new wardrobe," said Holmes.
"But you do not have to worry about what to wear. I will
instruct you on what you wear from now on. You will meet
with the house physician and take blood tests, and
tomorrow a beautician will give you a wax job. If I forgot
anything, it's on the list. I'm hosting a cocktail party at 6
tonight. You will be on display for that event."
"Yes sir," I said. On display? My mind wandered, thinking of
what that meant.
And with that, Mr Holmes left to do whatever Billionaires do,
control governments and manipulate the stock market is
what I imagined. Yui had already left. I felt alone in the vast
mansion as I left the master bedroom to find Johnson and
the gym.
"Ah, Miss Jennifer," said Johnson, the older gentleman's
gentleman. "Let me take your nightgown and have it
washed." He handed me some grey cotton sweatpants and
a sports bra, socks and sneakers. "The Gym is on the first
floor on the far east side of the mansion. I'll have clothes
and your shower ready in the same bathroom you bathed in
last night."
I changed into the workout clothes and found my way to the
gym. It had everything free weights of all kinds, a lap pool,
sauna and workout machines and rows of treadmills.
"You must be Jennifer," said ripped woman in workout
clothes. "I'm Felicia Jones, your personal trainer. Mr Holmes
has instructed me to give you a thorough workout." And that
she did. She had me running miles and doing burpees,
planks and crunches. Then I worked out with free weights.
This trainer took me to my limits. And after she was done,
she said simply said. "I'll see you tomorrow same time."
Fuck, that was a workout! I thought as I took my sweaty self
back to the bathroom to shower.
"Hurry along Miss Jennifer," said Johnson, we have a lot to
do today.
"Do you know what Mr Holmes has planned for me?" I
asked.
"I'm only concerned about what is on the itinerary and that
is plenty," said Johnson, not making eye contact with or
even looking at me. "Leave your dirty clothes on the
bathroom floor. A maid will pick them up. You have ten
minutes to shower."
I showered quickly, still wearing the damn chastity belt,
which was still uncomfortable and somewhat unhygienic to
pee in. Not to mention I was still wearing the slut collar that
was not able to be removed without a key. Inside the
bathroom, there was the ointment for my abrasions and a
simple short black dress on a hanger and matching black
high heels. I applied the ointment and dressed quickly. My
hair was still wet.
"My hair Johnson?" I asked.
"The stylist will fix that for you later," said Johnson, as he
handed me a green shake. "Breakfast."
I drank the drink. It tasted earthy, with a lot of wheat grass
and vitamins, but I got it down. Then the morning was a blur
as a doctor drew my blood taking all manor of test for STDs,
while a hair stylist did my hair and her assistant did my
nails. I did feel spoiled a bit more than I was used to. Then I
was ushered into another room. And then I met with the
tailor who took my measurements. Johnson gave me
another green drink for lunch.
"You seem to have some free time," said Johnson, as he
checked off the last task on the itinerary. It was about 3:30.
"Make sure you meet My Holmes at Five for preparations for
the cocktail party."
"What should I do?" I asked.
"That is entirely up to you," said Johnson. "See your way
around the mansion if you like. If a door is locked, we locked
it for a reason."
"Understood," I said. I wandered around the mansion and
found my way outside. I felt the urge to smoke a cigarette
and wondered if that was forbidden, but no one had
expressed that to me. Remembering seeing several open
packs at the bar, I made my way there and swiped a cig and
lighter.
"She looks just like Abigail," said one maid to another
outside, around the corner from the patio.Neither of them
noticed me.
"I know and she's waltzing around the mansion with that
slut collar around her neck," said the other gray-haired
woman in a maid uniform.
"He was so in love with her," said the first maid. "He was so
heartbroken when she left him."
"I heard she's being paid millions of dollars to be his sex
slave," said the other snidely. "What nasty things those
women let him do to them for money. I would never do
those things. Let men put things up my asshole no, ma'am.
What a whore."
"You telling me?" said the first maid. "You wouldn't let Mr
Holmes put a big black dildo up your ass for a million
dollars?" The maids laughed.
"Beats scrubbing toilets," said the other maid.
"I seen what happened to that other girl, Leah," said the
first maid. "He about beat the shit out of her."
"She's gone now. Moved her out during the night," said the
second.
"Do you think he killed her?" asked the first.
"None of my business," said the other maid.
Johnson startled me as he came around me from the corner.
"Miss Green and Donalson," said Johnson, sternly. "The
linens in the west rooms have not been changed."
"We were just on our way, right now," said one of the maids
as they hurried to leave the patio. On their way in, they saw
me and gave me dirty looks. Johnson ignored me and shook
his head and followed them.
I look like his old lover Abigail? Is that why he hired me?
The afternoon went by quickly.
"Miss Jennifer," said Johnson, before five o'clock when I was
supposed to meet Mr Holmes. "You have not been properly
hydrated." He handed me a glass and a large gallon jug of
water.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Water," he replied. "Drink it."
"I'm really fine, thank you," I said.
"I'm sorry miss, but this is not a request," said Johnson
uncomfortably. "Actually, it is a request from Mr Holmes. I
suggest you just drink the water."
"I can't drink a whole gallon," I said. As I poured my first
glass of water.
"Then you can tell Mr Holmes," said Johnson. "But I'm not to
leave your sight until you drink the water, all of it."
I looked at the gallon of water as I drank glass after glass.
Until twenty minutes had gone by and I looked at the clock
as it drew closer to 5 and I struggled till I drank all the
water.
"Good," said Johnson, as I finished the last glass. "This way,
miss Jennifer."
I was so full of water as I walked to Mr Holmes's bar where I
had met him on the first night. Maids finished setting up
decoration and setting a tray of charcuterie and hors
d'oervres. Mr Holmes stood at the bar smoking a cigar
wearing the same suit from the morning.
"It is two minutes past five o'clock, Jennifer," said Mr Holmes
sternly.
"I'm sorry sir," I said.
"Johnson, you can send the maids home for the day," said
Holmes.
"Yes, sir," said Johnson as he left and ushered the maids out
of the building.
"My guest will be arriving in less than an hour," said Holmes.
"I wouldn't want my decorations to be out of place."
"No, sir," I said. "Let me know what you need done. I will set
them up for you, sir."
"No, Jennifer," said Mr. Holmes. "You misunderstand. You are
the decoration."
He led me to a raised stand in the center of the room with a
strange-looking mahogany stained wooden stocks.
"Disrobe," said Mr Holmes firmly.
"Yes, sir," I jumped, peeling off the black dress.
He took a small key from his pocket.
"Climb that stepladder," he said, pointing to the stepladder
near the raised platform with the wooden stocks.
I climbed the stepladder so that my crotch was almost eye
level to Mr. Holmes. He quickly undid the lock on my
chastity belt and took it off me. Holmes' face had an
expression of delight for a moment as he stared at my
crotch and ran his fingers lightly over my private region. As I
stood completely naked before him except for the slut collar
around my neck. Then his expression quickly changed.
"Climb into the stocks," he ordered.
I started to obey, but feeling my bladder full of water, I
stopped.
"Sir, may I please go to the bathroom first?" I asked.
"No, you may not," said Holmes. "Get in the stocks."
"But sir, I ah," said hesitantly, remembering the conditions
of the contract to please Mr Holmes.
"Jennifer," said Holmes.
"Yes, sir, " I said as I willingly got into the position on the
strange wooden bondage furniture. The BDSM was a work of
fine craftmanship with stained crown molding. The device
worked, so that I bent over a padded wooden barrier with
my ass in the air and my legs spread apart uncomfortably
and my head in and wrist nearly parallel with my ankles in a
locked wooden stock panel. I was the centerpiece of the
room and the party.
Holmes held a ball gag in one hand and a blindfold in the
other. He put the ball gag around my mouth and secured it
behind my head tightly so that I couldn't speak. He held the
blindfold in his hand and smiled.
"I don't think you need this today," said Holmes as he stared
at me and walked around me. He touched my bare ass in his
hand and ran his fingers lightly over my exposed pussy.
I needed to pee so badly. Mr Holmes took a plaque from the
bar and placed it between my legs. I couldn't see what it
read. Before long, men in dressed in suits for the cocktail
party. They smiled at me and cat called, as I was on display
bare for all of them to see. They laughed and smoked cigars
and drank mixed drinks from whiskey tumblers. All the
while, I had to urinate so badly and struggled to hold it. The
BDSM furniture was designed to be torturously painful on
my back and neck. And after an hour I squirmed in the
wooden stock restraints. The ball gag in my mouth kept my
mouth slightly open, so that drool ran down the sides of my
mouth and the ball gag till it made a small puddle below
me.
I had expected this to be another sex party like the one in
the sex dungeon, but this seemed to be just a fancy cocktail
party. A few women in nice business attire came into and
gave me nasty looks.
"Look at that slut," smirked one rich woman, as she drank a
martini. "It even says it on her jewelry."
I had held my bladder for over an hour and I was in serious
pain now. Finally, I could hold it no longer.
"Look at that whore," said another wasp, dressed in a fancy
business dress. "She's pissing herself."
"Come check this out," said another guy, drinking a beer.
Soon, a crowd gathered as my warm urine ran down my legs
onto the display stand underneath me and onto the ground.
I was so embarrassed that tears started to well in my eyes.
"Look," said the rich woman in a business-leisure-suit. "The
bitch is crying,"
Mr Holmes came towards me.
"Look at this mess you have made, Jennifer," whispered
Holmes into my ear. "Tonight, I will punish you for this."

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Punishment

H olmes had sent all the guest home and Johnson

brought a sponge and a bucket of soapy water, and
then left.
"You will clean this mess up," said Lucas J. Holmes as he
puffed on a cigar. I was still locked in the bondage stocks in
the uncomfortable restraints bent over. "Unless you want to
go home. Of course, you are free to do that."
He stepped up the step ladder removed my ball gag first. I
gasped and moved my jaw. Then he unlocked my leg
restraints, neck and wrists. I moved around awkwardly and
almost fell, but he caught me gracefully and even gently
held me. He cradled me for a moment and then put me
back on my feet.
"Clean up this mess," said Mr Holmes.
He watched me as I got on my hands and knees naked and
scrubbed the floor with a sponge and soapy water.
"Do you want to continue?" asked Holmes. "Or do you want
to go home? No one is keeping you here."
I looked up at Holmes in his three-piece suit, sipping a glass
of whiskey in between puffing on his cigar. I thought about
going home, but my marriage was already shot. What would
I be going home to?
"No, not yet," I said, shaking my head. "I want to stay, sir." I
this what I have degraded myself to? Cleaning my piss off
the floor on my hands and knees on all fours with a soapy
sponge in the nude?
"Alright," said Holmes, as he put a long stainless steel leash
on my collar and led me to the sex dungeon once again.
"What am I going to do with you, Jennifer?"
"I don't know, sir," I said, as I walked on all fours being led
on the leash.
"Do you know why you are going to be punished?" asked Mr
Holmes.
"Because I pissed on the floor," I said, smiling with the
ludicrousness of the statement.
"No, that was part of the entertainment," said Mr Holmes.
"You are being punished for crying like a little bitch. Why did
you let them get to you?"
"Because they are your friends," I said. "They were
important people. And I embarrassed myself in front of
them."
"My friends," laughed Holmes. "They certainly are not my
friends, and they aren't very important. I own every one of
them. They are sycophants."
"I want you to meet two friends of mine," said Mr Holmes
coldly, as we entered the sex dungeon. "Big Bertha and
Judy."
On a bondage table was a stained wood canoe oar. The
handle was cut short, and a grip had been carved and black
electrical tape wrapped around the grip. Gagged and cuffed
naked to one side of the table was a curvy blonde girl in her
twenties with milky white skin. Judy had very oversized hips
and ass and a tiny waist and medium size tits, close to my
size full Cs.
"This is Judy," said Mr Holmes. "Judy, Jennifer, has been
naughty. But her bottom is not healed yet. Look, see the
fresh cuts from her flogging lastnight healing?" Mr Holmes
turned me around so my ass faced Judy. "See?" My ass felt
sore from the flogging I had gotten last night, but it wasn't
terrible.
Judy nodded and looked at him carefully.
"Judy, you are going to apply ointment soothingly to Jen's
bottom and then you will take her punishment in her place
from Big Bertha," said Holmes. Judy just nodded seriously.
Her eyes were light brown and very intense. Mr Holmes
unlocked Judy's handcuffs and pointed to the bottle of
ointment. "Get on your knees and really rub it into her
bottom."
Judy nodded obediently and got on her knees and grabbed
the lotion and spread it on her hands. The medicinal cream
felt warm and then numbing as she worked it into my skin
on my cheeks. Judy used her hands masterfully, and they
were relaxing to the touch.
"That's good," said Mr Holmes as he softly ran his fingers
over my skin and placed his finger on my butt hole. "You
have never let a man take your asshole?"
"No, I guess I was scared, sir," I said.
"Tonight I am going to take you asshole and use it," said
Holmes firmly. "But first, Judy is going to take your
punishment, and you are going to have to listen to her cries
of pain, knowing it was your fault. Get on the table first,
Jen."
I did as she ordered and he positioned me on the leather
padded bondage table on my back. He instructed Judy to
get on the table and he positioned us in the 69 position. He
cuffed Judy's wrist to my ankles. And my wrist he cuffed
around Judy's lower abdomen. Her massive ass and her pink
pussy was right in my face over me. Holmes even placed a
cushion under my head so that my mouth was inches from
Judy's vagina.
"Don't move Jennifer," said Mr Holmes, as he reached back
and swung the canoe oar and smacked it hard into Judy's
bum inches from my face. Judy groaned and sobbed a bit
into the ball gag indiscernibly. Within seconds, red whelps
formed on Judy's ass, leaving a paddle mark. Holmes
removed the ball-gag from Judy's mouth. Judy was crying
actual tears and sobbing.
"What do you say, Jennifer?" asked Mr Holmes.
"I am so sorry, sir," I said, as listened to Judy's sobs, which
sounded so genuine. "I won't cry again unless you tell me,
sir."
"What do you say, Judy?" asked Mr Holmes.
"Thank you sir, may I have another?" said Judy.
My Holmes rared the canoe oar back, and Judy jolted
forward as it smacked into her butt crisply.
"Oh," screamed Judy. And she cried and sobbed.
Holmes took a Hitachi vibrator and placed it on Judy's
smooth snatch. Judy was still sobbing, but I could feel her
body responding to the vibrator.
"What do you say Judy?" asked Holmes again.
Judy hesitated, and for a few moments, said nothing. Her
crying had gone down to a low whining sound.
"Thank you sir, may I have another?" asked Judy timidly.
Holmes slammed the paddle into her ass with the force of a
professional. Judy squealed and started bawling again.
"There, there," said Holmes, his voice was calm. "It's over
now." he applied the Hitachi vibrator to Judy's clit and she
started moaning and grinding into it. With his right hand,
Holmes fingered Judy, using his arm as he thrust in and out
of her pussy downward with his index and middle finger,
while he held the Hitachi vibrator to her clit. Judy's crying
turned to sniffling and moans of pleasure as she grinded her
hips into the vibrator and Holmes' skilled fingers. Soon she
was gyrating her crotch inches from my face as she was
edging forward in ecstasy.
"Uh sir, I'm gonna cum," moaned Judy. "Ohhh," she cried out
in ecstasy. I turned my face reflexively as Judy squirted her
clear cum all over my face.
Mr Holmes untied our restraints, and I applied ointment to
Judy's red ass as gently and thoughtfully as I could. The
punishment had not gone the way I thought it would, but I
couldn't get My Holmes words out of my head. Tonight, I am
going to take your ass.

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Taking my ass part 1

I don't know why, but I had no resistance to Mr Holmes's

desires. In the past, my husband had wanted to put his
cock inside my tight little butt-hole, but it felt too tight. He
tried several times, but I made him stop each time. Now I
kind of feel guilty about that. But growing up, my mother
told me that having anal sex was a perversion and that no
good people did that. Maybe it was guilt that stopped me
before. But now I was past that.
I had been involved in interracial group sex, and I literally
whored my body out to the highest bidder. Maybe now I
want the punishment? I've earned it. I imagined Mr Holmes
taking my tight ass-hole with his huge cock and me
screaming in pain or gagged, unable to tell him to stop. But
I'm damn sure not going to go through all of this for nothing.
I will pay off my home, and then I'll be done with this kinky
lifestyle.
"Miss Jennifer," said Johnson, interrupting my daydreaming.
"Mr Holmes has instructed me to draw you a bath. And
prepare you for tonight's activity." Johnson blushed when he
said activity.
Oh my, he knows!
"I imagine I am to bathe in the separate bathroom he
always has me bath in?" I asked.
"Yes, this way," said Johnson.
I was getting used to Johnson seeing me naked. I was often
nude walking around the mansion or wearing some
elaborate fetish wear, that I may well have been nude.
"Do you think all of this is crazy, Johnson?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter what I think," said Johnson. "Besides, I am
paid very well to be non-judgemental. And to keep my
mouth shut and serve Mr Johnson."
"Do you think Mr Holmes secretly hates women? Mabe
that's why he goes to such extreme measures?" I asked.
Johnson said nothing.
"Who was this Abigail, a person?" I asked.
"I would appreciate it if you did not bring up her name ever
again," said Johnson, as he opened the bathroom door. "I
will say this one time, she was a good woman."
The bathtub was empty.
"I will draw your bath for you to soak, but first you will take
a special shower," said Johnson.
"A special shower?" I asked.
"We equipped the shower with a special showerhead that
goes inside your rectum," said Johnson. "A shower enema."
"A shower enema?"
"Yes, I will administer it," said Johnson. "It is required that
you be perfectly clean for Mr Holmes."
"Johnson, wow. We are getting to know each other a little
more personally that I thought we would."
"Yes, and if it makes you feel better, I have done this more
than once and I will be professional," said Johnson.
I stepped into the shower, and Johnson adjusted the hot
water. I saw the stainless steel long thin showerhead. It
almost looked like some thin dildo device with a small head.
Johnson handed me some water-based lube.
"It will be easier if you apply some of this," said Johnson.
Part of me felt like Johnson was getting turned on, but he
tried his best not to show it. I rubbed my ass-hole with a
generous amount of lube and stuck one finger in. I heard the
warm spritz of the showerhead spray. Johnson sprayed
mildly hot water on my legs accidentally. Then turned it off.
"Put you hands on the shower wall and bend over," said
Johnson. "I'll try to be gentle."
I put my hands on the shower wall and bent over as he
asked. Then I felt the warm stainless steel pressure on my
butthole, but the shower enema device was small and it
slipped into my sphincter. Then the warm water power
washed my anal cavity. Surprisingly, it felt good and after
ten minutes; I had never felt so clean. Johnson pulled the
shower enema out and left me to shower as he drew my
warm bath. After a few minutes, I got in to the warm tub.
Johnson showed me the lacy lingerie that Mr Holmes had
picked out for me. It was a see-through white lace teddy,
with thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. The back of the
teddy was a g-string thong bottom. The lingerie was a softer
and more romantic than the previous leather bondage wear
or chastity belt.
"One more thing," said Johnson, holding a larger than usual
buttplug with a pink jeweled stud on the end. "You will put
this."
"I know where I will put it," I said, interpreting him. Johnson
also showed me a pink plastic syringe. It was like a turkey
baster but for my butt-hole. He filled it with lube and as I got
out of the bath and dried off a bent over one more time for
Johnson.
"I swear, old man. You are enjoying this," I grunted as she
slid the lube injector into my ass.
"Take a deep breath in," said Johnson. I breathed in as I felt
the pressure of the cold stainless steel butt plug on my ass
and was glad that he had injected the lube first as Johnson
forced it into my butt-hole till it fit snugly inside.
Johnson left me so I could get dressed. And then my hair
stylist and make-up artist appeared, and I sat for thirty
minutes while they meticulously worked on me. Before I
walked to Mr Holmes's room and for whatever he had in
store for me.
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Taking my ass part 2

S he finished up my makeup and damn if I didn't look

hot. My hair and makeup were perfect. My platinum
blonde hair accented by blue eye shadow and dark
mascara, and dark red lipstick.
"Mr Holmes loves the dark red lipstick on the platinum
blonde," said Mia, the heavyset makeup artist. "You remind
me of someone I used to work for here. You look so much
like her."
"Abigail?" I asked.
"Yes, I think that was her name," said Mia.
"Who was she?" I asked. "What was she like?"
"I don't think I spoke these many words with her," said Mia.
"I don't know. She liked to read historical fiction. Abigail was
quiet. She was pretty like you; you must spend lots of time
in the gym."
I stood up, admiring my hourglass figure in the mirror, and
my ass seemed firmer and rounder. My flat tummy made my
c-cup boobs look slightly bigger.
"I just started out an intense workout routine and I'm a
liquid diet," I said.
"Well, it shows," said Mia. "Have fun tonight."
"Yes, I um, just go with the flow," I said. Mia left, and I made
the short walk to Mr Holmes's room.
I knocked on his master-bedroom door.
"Come in," said Holmes in his baritone voice.
He was standing by his bed, holding a whiskey tumbler in
his hand.
"You look," Holmes started to say something, but stopped
himself and sipped his bourbon. He walked around me, his
eyes studying me, and he lightly grazed the curve of my
back with his fingers and ran them over my butt cheeks.
"You look beautiful." His tone was arm. He grabbed me
around the waist and with his free arm and held me close
and looked down into my eyes. Holmes kissed me tenderly
on my lips, his tongue slightly grazing mine.
"Do I please you, sir?" I smiled.
"Yes," he said as he placed his whiskey tumbler on the
nightstand beside the enormous bed. Holmes pushed me
towards the bed and pushed me up onto it. I fell onto my
back as he grabbed my legs and spread them up in the air.
He pulled my white lacy thong bottom to the side, exposing
my smooth pussy. He didn't hesitate to start licking the lips
of my cunt. Toying with my clit with his tongue; he was
driving me mad with desire. He rotated licking my clit and
stabbed his tongue inside of my wet, aching hole. I was
getting so turned on. It seemed this man knew every
technique and subtle clue my body gave. He was a master
of sensual pleasure and I melted before him.
I was already so aroused. The sexual tension, agitated by
watching others get off for the last few days while I was
being denied, had been building in me for the last few days.
My body felt like I need to cum so badly. And if I climaxed, I
knew it would be a huge orgasm from all the repressed
desire.
"Do you want to please me?" asked Holmes.
"Yes, master," I said while my voice dripped with desire. I
looked up at him with desperate eyes that shouted that I
was begging for him to take me.
"Bend over your little slut," said Holmes, smiling playfully.
"Yes, sir," I said, as I got on all fours on the large California-
king-size bed.
"Arch you butt in the air, like a good girl, and put your face
on the bed," he ordered me and I obeyed.
There was something liberating about being his submissive
slave. I was free to just be and let things happen. Losing
control was not something I worried about. Control was not
something I had in this relationship. I had given that up in
the beginning. And I was losing myself in this new identity.
Was I enjoying this?
I waited for a few moments with my ass in the air. I could
still feel the pink jeweled butt plug in my ass. Holmes ran
his tongue over my pussy, this time he let the width of his
tongue lap-up my and then he stopped.
"Oh my god, sir, that felt so good," I said, feeling light-
headed. Then Holmes slid his cock into my wet pussy. It felt
so big. He slowly moved it back and forth, and I pushed my
hips back onto his cock. Losing control of my inhibitions and
semblance of restraint. And just as I was beginning to build
to the level of climax, he pulled his member out of me. I was
getting really frustrated.
Did he not like my pussy? Is there something wrong with
me?
"I told you I was going to take your ass tonight, not your
pussy," said Holmes. "That was just a taste."
You bastard! I thought as I grunted. But then he placed a
Hitachi vibrator on high power mode to my vag.
"Oh fuck," I blurted.
He pulled it away and tugged on the butt plug. Oh Shit, I
thought. He is going to fuck my ass. This is happening.
There was a strong pressure on butt hole as he pulled on the
ass-plug.
"Ouch," I said, not being able to control reaction.
"Come now baby, that didn't hurt too much," he said. The
butt plug didn't hurt, really. Why was I so timid about this?
Then I felt the pressure of the head of his cock being forced
into my ass-hole. It felt so big in my tight hole; more so than
the butt plugs I was getting used to. However, it wasn't
tapered like they were. He shoved it deeper into my virgin
ass. I groaned. What is this feeling? Do I want this? Am I
enjoying it?
I was enjoying it. And the lube that Johnson injected into my
ass seemed to make it easier. There was no awkward
dryness like when my husband Michael had tried. If only he
knew what this man knew.
He pushed his cock in slowly, at first in my lubed butt. And
gradually he increased the speed of his thrust until my tight
ass-hole was his plaything. He pounded my ass relentlessly.
Then he stopped. And he moved around to the front of the
bed with his hard erection in my face.
"Aren't you glad now that I made sure your ass-hole was
clean?" he asked, as he put hit cock in my face. "Suck it."
I took his member in my mouth and sucked on it. Lathering
his cock with my spit, I stroked his shaft while I sucked on
his penis head. And I licked his ass hole. Never had I done
that before, but I couldn't control myself. He tore his cock
from my mouth after just a few minutes and moved behind
me, taking ass again.
"Yes!" I said uncontrollably. HIs dick filled my anal cavity. I
never thought before that this could bring me so much
pleasure. However, I was aching and shaking with pleasure.
He had me on the edge of the biggest orgasm of my life. For
a minute I thought, fuck everything, I am gonna get mine. I
started rubbing my clit furiously, and I came so blissfully I
squirted! Ib squirted all over holmes sheets. Then he fucked
my ass so hard, but it felt good. IT only intensified the
feelings of my orgasm. Not in my 28 years of life had I felt
such a tremendous orgasm, as he fucked my ass-hole
relentlessly, pounding it as I surrendered to him completely.
"Oh, Abigail, Oh," said Holmes as he spilled his seed inside
my ass.
Fuck? Am I Abigail? I thought as my legs shook.

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Unexpected Guest Part 1

I would have thought that it was going to be a rough night

before getting my ass stuffed by Mr Holmes. But I
couldn't have been more wrong. I slept in the bed with him
all night afterward and the entire experience was enjoyable.
The next morning, Holmes woke up before I noticed and was
gone. Laying in Holmes's lavish bed wearing nothing but the
slut collar that I never took off. I got no instructions from
Johnson. No one seemed to be home in the mansion at all.
There hadn't been a day in almost a week that I hadn't been
strictly told what to do. But now I was left alone to do as I
pleased all day.
I worked out in the gym, made myself a smoothie and then
read some magazines in the bar, smoked a few cigarettes
and took a nap.
All I could think about was last night. I had never expected
that I would enjoy having my ass being penetrated by
Holmes's cock so much. The event replayed in my
imagination over and over, till I felt myself growing moist.
Damn, I'm getting turned on.
Like a puppy, I waited, watching the clock for Holmes to
return from the office. What kinky activity would he have
cooked up for me this time?
At 4:45 PM, Johnson rushed into the mansion with last-
minute orders from Mr Holmes.
"Mr Holmes is coming home with some guest after his
dinner," said Johnson. "He's left explicit instructions for you.
I wrote them down." Johnson handed me an itemized note
on his stationery.
It read:
1. Go to the dungeon playroom and find the white box
wrapped with a black ribbon.
2. Put on the contents of the box and put your clothes in
the box.
3. There is a note inside the box, follow the instructions
on the note.
I must have had a puzzled expression on my face when I
read the handwritten note, because Johnson just sighed and
said, "Just follow the instructions. I am off to my bridge
game."
With that, I nodded and headed to the BDSM dungeon room.
My mind raced with excitement. What kinky fetish would I
be exploring tonight?
I just about ran to the playroom. There in the middle of the
room was a big white box with a black ribbon on it. It was
very hard to miss. I opened the box and inside was a French-
maid costume. It had a short black skirt, white thigh-high
stockings, black high heels, and a lacy white apron top. The
apron to barely covered my boobs and there were no
panties in the box and I was sure that was not a mistake.
There was, however, a butt plug with a black onyx costume
jewelry stone in the base. And included in the box was a
feather duster and note.
The note read:
"Put the costume on. Go to the living room and do some
dusting. I have some guest coming at 6 PM. You are to
entertain them. If you want things to stop, your safe word is
doppelgänger."
I started putting on the costume. It looked good on me. The
skirt didn't fully cover my ass cheeks or my snatch. I had
time, so I went to the restroom and touched up my makeup,
applying some dark red lipstick that Holmes liked. Then I
remembered the butt plug. I found some of the good lube I
used last night and worked it into my asshole, which was
not as tight as usual. The butt plug glided right into my butt,
then it fit snugly in my bum as my sphincter tightened.
It was 5:45 PM as I waited in the living room and pretended
to dust the furniture with the purple feather duster. At
approximately 6:00 PM, I heard a crashing sound like
breaking glass or something from the main corridor. All the
lights in the house turned off and then after a few seconds
came back on.
Is this must be all part of the game? I thought as I wanted to
go investigate the noises. But I knew Holmes's instructions
were to go to the living and dust and entertain his friends,
so I forced myself to continue dusting.
Then I saw them, three men dressed all in black with black
ski-masks and black gloves carrying guns. One had a sawed-
off shotgun and the other two had semi-automatic pistols.
They saw me and ran toward me.
"Oh my god fuck," I said. "You really scared me."
"Good," said one of the men, a big man holding the sawed-
off shotgun in my face.
Before I knew it, one of the other men in black came from
behind and held my arms.
"What are you doing here?" said the man with the shotgun.
"You don't look like a real maid."
"I am here to entertain you," I stuttered.
The big man stuck his gloved fingers in my mouth and
pressed the cold steel of the shotgun barrel to my face.
"Where does Mr Holmes keep his money?" asked the man.
He pulled his gloved fingers out of my mouth.
"I don't know. I have no idea," I said honestly.
"She's not wearing any panties," said the man, holding
arms. The other armed man just held a gun and watched.
This is a roleplay. I thought.
"I'll do anything you want me to. Just don't hurt me," I said
in my most pouty voice.
"She'll do anything," said the man, holding me in a tone of
lustful excitement. "We may as well have some fun. The
alarm systems and cameras are off and we zip-tied the
others. No one is gonna bother us."
Zip-tied the others? That did not sound good.
"Bitch, you are gonna tell us where the money is or we will
take it out of your ass," said the main shotgun wielding
intruder. "Tie her arms."
The man behind me zip-tied my wrist behind my back and
even doubled tied them the rubber zip-ties pinched my skin
as they dug into my wrist. I was thrown down on the sofa by
the big man as he pushed me harshly.
He slapped my ass hard with his leather gloved open fist.
"Ouch," I said as it stung my butt cheek.
"Where does Holmes keep his money and his valuables?"
asked the man angrily. "Where is his safe?"
"I don't know," I said as the man grabbed my throat from
behind and began choking me brutally.
"You slut," said the man, as he unzipped his pants and a
huge big pinkish brown dick flopped out in my face. The
man's dick was throbbing hard with big veins and it was
super thick. He shoved it in my mouth and forced it deep
inside. I gagged on it and tears flowed from the side of my
eyes. The man was so rough and showed no restraint.
Holy shit, this is real!
"Luke, you get the first nut inside her pussy," said the big
man. Then the silent one came from across the room and
unzipped his pants and showed his big cock. The man began
rubbing my pussy, then he held my legs as I kicked back at
him. But his powerful arms spread my legs apart and held
them down. The man pulled up half of his mask and licked
me below. His tongue glided over my pussy lips. He nibbled
on my clit. Then he shoved a gloved finger inside my hole. I
felt aroused, over-powered and conflicted.
"Oh my god," I said, as the big man pulled his dick out of my
mouth finally. "Ahhhhhh, help!" I screamed.
The big man put his gloved hand over my face.
"Scream all you want. No one is coming to save you," said
the man. "You ass is ours." As he said that, the other man
toyed with the butt plug in my ass, pulling it out and
working it back in as he licked my pussy more. I struggled
with my legs, but he easily held them apart. He stopped
licking and the one who held my arms stood by and grabbed
one of my legs while the big one grabbed my other one.
They pushed my legs apart in the spread eagle position as
the one called Luke positioned his dick as he started
working it over my clit and then he pushed the tip in. It felt
so big inside my pussy.
He began fucking me slowly in the missionary position. I felt
his cock as it filled every part of my vaginal walls. The big
man started tearing the costume apron off me and ripped
the skirt off. He bit on my nipples hard while the other man
was fucking me slowly while caressing my body lightly with
his gloved hands. I stopped resisting and focused on the
slow thrust of Luke's thick cock as he entered me, slowly, in
and out. I was getting wet. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why am I enjoying this?
"Fuck him good," said the big man, placing the shotgun
barrel in my mouth. Luke sat on the couch and held his dick
and stroked it. "Get on top and fuck him hard."
I climbed on top of the man and I worked his cock back
inside my pussy. His cock felt so good inside me. I continue
the slow orgasmic pace that he had started as I grinded my
hips down onto his member.
"Faster whore," said the big man as she shoved the short-
barreled shotgun into my right breast. "Fuck him harder." I
increased the pace as fast as I could. Working my pussy into
the man's cock. I bounced vigorously on his dick.
"Please don't cum inside of me if you are real criminals," I
said panting as I Feared I would get some dirty street thugs
semen inside of me, giving me God knows what. "Oh, fuck."
I moaned as I felt my body's natural desires kick in. My
body, specifically my pussy, erupted in an intense orgasm,
and I felt the man's cum explode up inside of me.
"Doppelgänger! Doppelgänger," I said, still shaking from the
orgasm. The masked man pulled off his ski-mask, revealing
the face of Lucas Holmes.
"Sorry, I just had to be sure," I said, smiling sheepishly.
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Unexpected Guests Part 2

"B oss, what do you want to do now?" asked the big man,
as he pulled off his ski-mask. He looked rather like a
big teddy-bear when he took the mask off, with his hairy,
bearded face. His aggressive demeanor melted into a more
warm, calm nature.
"Let me call some girls and we can have a few drinks," said
Holmes. "Before we resume this in the dungeon."
The two men stood there with their hard dicks in their
hands, looking needy.
"You can use Jennifer's mouth if you need to," said Holmes.
"Are you sure, boss?" asked the big, burly guy. "She's all
yours."
"I know," said Holmes as he walked to the bar to make
himself a drink. "Just her mouth or her hands. As long as
Jennifer still wants to play."
"I do, boss," I smiled. "I'm down for whatever makes you
happy."
The two men smiled and moved closer to me, but unlike the
roleplay session earlier, they were like lambs. I took the big
guy's mammoth cock in my mouth, sucking on the tip as I
stroked the skinny guys long hard on with my right hand.
Then I alternated between the two of them, sucking the
men's throbbing penises and stroking them.
They both were in states of bliss enjoying my lips service,
not to mention my tongue and mouth service.
"God damn," moaned the big burly man, as I sucked hard on
the mushroom head of his penis. Simultaneously, I stroked
the skinny ones long, thin dick so hard and fast his eyes
rolled back in his head.
"Ahh—mmm," moaned the thin, lanky man.
It wasn't long and both of the men's cocks were erupting on
me. I let their seeds spill all over my breast and face, though
I didn't swallow their cum. It was something I saved for Mr
Holmes, or unless he told me otherwise. Afterwards, they
were friendly and jovial.
It surprised me that Holmes sent them away. But they were
happy. They got laid and paid.
Holmes instructed me to put my chastity belt back on but
he let me make a drink for him and myself from the bar and
we sat and drank as he smokes a big fat cigar. But my heart
sank as Yui came over.
She was just a total bitch to me before, and now I had my
familiar chastity belt on. I assumed I would be sitting in the
corner watching as Holmes fucked this cute young Asian
girl. My mind was distorted by now. It was a competition. We
were both competing for Holmes's cock. I had been the loser
until tonight. Tonight was the first time he fucked my pussy.
I felt like I belonged all of a sudden, and now she was back.
But what am I doing this for? Not the ego boost, but the
million fucking dollars.
I snapped out of my pity party as I started thinking about
the money and what it would do for me and my family.
"I see you have your little bitch slut out tonight," said Yui as
she poured herself a vodka cranberry. She walked by me
and ran her finger over my exposed breast that had some
semi dried semen from the two men still in it. "What's this
glaze from a Cinna-bun?"
Yui laughed, thinking her joke was so funny. Holmes did not
seem amused.
"Yui, do you think you are so much different from her?"
asked Holmes.
"I'm not a fucking slave," said Yui. "I can do whatever I
want."
Holmes sipped his bourbon and coke silently and puffed on
his cigar. I could tell she was pushing it with him. He walked
over to me and pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked
my chastity belt.
"Oh, you ant to fuck your whore now?" asked Yui as she
sipped her drink.
"No," said Holmes. "Jennifer lay down on the couch."
"Yes, master," I said smiling, not knowing what was about to
happen, but that it was going to be something crazy. I lay
down on the brown leather couch naked but for my slut
collar.
"Yui go 69 with Jennifer and eat her pussy," said Holmes
directly.
"Fuck no, I am no bi-sexual," said Yui.
Honestly, I am not really bisexual either, maybe bi-curious. I
thought.
"That's fine," said Holmes, sipping his drink. "You are cut off.
Johnson will take the keys to the Mercedes and call you an
Uber."
"Are you fucking serious?" asked Yui.
"You never have to do anything you don't want to do," said
Holmes, as he texted something on his iPhone. Yui drank
and talked shit. Holmes drank and made small talk. All the
while, I lay naked on the couch, waiting for my next order. In
minutes out of no where Johnson showed up.
"Your keys please," said Johnson forcefully to Yui.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" asked Yui, sounding stressed
out.
"It's been fun knowing you," said Holmes.
"Ok fuck!" said Yui, putting her drink down on the bar. "You
want me to eat her pussy out? Fuck, I'll do it."
Yui was wearing a nice black dress with high heels, and she
stripped out of the dress and started peeling off her bra and
panties. She stood completely naked. Yui had a good body,
very toned, and her skin was tan and looked soft, especially
her big, round ass. She had a big furry bush above her
snatch, but her box looked smooth and waxed.
Was about to be eating this young Asian girl's cunt? I had
never done more than kiss a girl. Well, I had been up close
and personal in Judy's snatch, but I didn't go down on her.
"Don't cut me off, daddy," begged Yui, as she got on the
couch positioning her brown ass in my face. My head was
between her legs. She smelled like coach perfume, not
unpleasant.
"Make her cum first," said Holmes. "Or you are done here.
Never insult my property again."
Oh, my fucking god, it turned me on all of a sudden. This
mean bitch now had to get me off before she got off or she
was done and I would be free of her. It so pleasured me to
lick her recently waxed lips, so delicately teasing them. She
did not take the same strategy; she started licking my pussy
frantically.
"Somebody wants to keep her Mercedes," I giggled as I felt
he lap at my pussy. Her tongue sending shockwaves of
pleasure through me.
"Shut up fucking sex toy and cum bitch," said Yui angrily as
she fingered me and licked my pussy like her life depended
on it.
At first she ate me out too roughly and fingered me too
hard. She was obviously grudge fucking me and she was
angry. And I licked her pussy so delicately I saw I was
getting to her.
"Stop," said Yui, frustratedly. "Just let me do it."
I had never eaten pussy before and never 69ed with a
woman before, well with Judy, I was in the position, but we
didn't fuck. But now I was enjoying this young Asian girl's
pussy juices on my tongue. She started to slow down and
make love to my vagina, slowly rubbing my G-spot with her
finger and licking my clit delicately with her tongue.
"Stop, Jennifer," said Yui. "I'm sorry I mistreated you. I need
this. Let me make you cum first. You are getting me too
close. I can't be cut off. He will know which one of us cums
first, trust me. We can't hide anything."
I thought about what she said. This girl was a mean bitch to
me before, but now I felt sorry for her, sort of. So what was I
to do? Eat her pussy till she came, and I didn't or let her
make me cum? Should I let her live to be a bitch another
day, in Holmes's world, that is?
I lay my head back on the couch and held on to her ass
cheeks as I let her eat me out and finger me gently. Her
tongue sent vibrations of pleasure through me. My legs
involuntarily twitched and contracted as she worked her
magic. She was eating my pussy like her life depended on it.
I looked over and watched Holmes as he smiled his cigar
and sipped his bourbon and smiled at me. Yui's mouth and
tongue made me slip into bliss. For a few moments I don't
know where I was, lost between Heaven or some bliss I
didn't know existed before.
"Fuck," I moaned uncontrollably as I grinded my pussy on
Yui's tongue. She moved her face off my pussy to gasp for
air as I squirted a huge spray of fluid from my orgasm. Most
of the liquid from my pussy just missed Yui's face but
dripped a bit on her, too.
"Oh my, thank you," I said as I melted. I licked Yui's pussy
slightly with the tip of my tongue in gratitude. But it was
clear to everyone that Yui had done her job tonight and
earned the keys to her Mercedez.

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Something I normally would never do.

Y ui treated me differently after that night. We were like

sister wives but closer after all; we tasted each other's
juices. She was brash and loud at times, even rude. Yui was
a sugar baby. She was in it for herself, but I couldn't fault
her for that. But that night humbled her a little.
There were a lot of young, beautiful women who came and
went from Holmes's mansion. I was the live in sex slave but
Holmes had a rotation of attractive women who would do
just about anything Holmes wanted.
He had this way of being very direct and to the point of
what he wanted. Mr. Holmes carried himself in such a way
that he could be soft-spoken, but his words had weight.
Generosity was one of Holmes's likeable character traits,
and that didn't hurt with influencing women or men to do
things they may normally never do.
On one occasion, he got me to do something I would
normally never do. We were traveling to Aspen, Colorado. It
was the type of place the uber rich go to. I felt out of place,
even in the expensive clothes Mr Holmes bought and
dressed me in. "Wasp love animals, but they hate people."
That was a famous line from the movie Wallstreet, but it's
an accurate statement.
We stayed at the most luxurious ski-resort I could have
imagined. There were celebrities there at the resort. But no
one ever seemed as rich or connected as Mr Holmes.
Holmes had been drinking and traveling with us were two
Swedish bikini models, Helena and Lena. They were both
tan blondes, blue eyes and had 38 double d size breast with
big hips and asses. They were taller, Helena was 5'8" and
Lena was 5'6".
Lucas Holmes had dared the bikini models, who had been
featured in Playboy Magazine and Maxum, to ski down the
mountainside in their bikinis. It was 40 degrees outside on
the mountain and they refused. To make a point, he said
matter of fact: "Jennifer will ski down the mountain naked.
The least you can do was to wear a bikini."
His statement shocked me. Yes, it was 40 degrees outside
on the mountain, and I was a very basic skier. But beyond
that I was scared shitless of the snooty rich people on the
lift watching me ski naked down the slope.
"It's cold outside, sir," I said.
"It's a twenty-minute ski down the mountain," said Holmes,
as he sipped a flask of bourbon. "We have a hot tub in my
suite."
His suite? Yes, everything was his. For that matter, I was his.
"Jennifer, you exist to please me, do you not?" asked
Holmes.
"Yes, sir," I said submissively as I started peeling off my
warm snow suit. Passersby skiers stared as I stripped down
to my bra and panties.
"You can leave your socks and ski-boots on, of course," said
Holmes.
"Fuck! It's cold I," I said, shivering, with my bra and panties,
and my slut collar on.
"Oh my god, she's doing it," smiled Lena.
"Fuck," said Helena. "I guess we can ski in our bikinis. I'll do
it."
Holmes smiled in accomplishment, getting what he wanted.
I smiled as I took off my bra. My nipples were so hard and
cold they turned light blue. I slid my panties off over my ski-
boots and stood in the cold butt ass naked except for my
heavy boots, which I snapped into the skis.
It was never just about sex with Mr. Holmes; it was about
sexual dominance. Dominance in every form was what he
wanted and expected.
I shivered in the cold. It wasn't freezing, but it was damn
cold.
"Can I do this? I mean, get it over with please, sir?"
"Helena and Lena haven't finished putting on their bikinis
yet," said Holmes, as he lit a cigar.
"Oh, my god it's cold," said Lena, as she took off her ski suit
and started putting on her red string bikini.
It was crazy what boundaries I was willing to cross to not
lose a million dollars. Helena and Lena put stripped down
and put their bikinis on. The buxom beauties had to be
almost as cold as I was. There was little covering their
nipples or their snatches. Finally they were ready, and I
started skiing down the mountain in my birthday suit.
Fuck, it's cold.
As I skied down the slope, I could see vacationers pulling out
their smart phones, videoing me.
Fuck! How embarrassing.
But then the ski slope got very fast, and I had to pay
attention to make it down safely. The cold air froze my tits
as I sped down.
What the fuck am I doing?
I could only imagine how embarrassing it would be to make
a mistake and hit a tree and die naked on an Aspin ski
slope. Fumbling awkwardly as I flew down the mountain on
the skies I saw the end of the slope in sight then I saw police
waiting for me.
Oh fuck.
Looking at the four police officers at the end of the slope
distracted me, and I crossed my skies and stumbled, fell,
and rolled, but got back on my feet just to hit a big stone
with my skies. I flew twelve feet in the air and landed head
first in the snow powder. My face and torso were submerged
in the snow, leaving my naked ass and pussy sticking up out
of the snow.
For a minute I thought I might smother in the snow when
two friendly Aspen police officers lifted me out of the snow.
"Ma'm are you alright?" asked the first police officer, a
young, handsome man with blonde hair.
"Yes, I think so," I replied.
"Good," said the other officer, an older white man with grey
hair. "You are under arrest for indecent exposure."
I shivered, crossed my legs, and held my arms around my
breasts as the two Swedish bikini models made it down the
slope on their skies elegantly to the applause of the growing
crowd. A minute later, Mr Holmes glided down slowly,
smoking a cigar as he skied.
The police officers cuffed my hands behind my back and
brought me a blanket when two men in suits came and
whispered in their ears. The expressions on the officers'
faces were a mix of confusion and fear as they quickly
uncuffed my handcuffs and told me to have a nice day and
find some clothes.
Holmes, not a fan of a crowd, ignored me and left with
Helena and Lena to the bar at the resort. And Johnson came
and took me in a snowmobile back to our suite at the lodge.
And the crazy thing is that was not the most fucked up thing
that happened to me that day. What Holmes expected me to
do that night pushed my limits to the max.
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Being a good little slut.

I made it back to the suite at the lodge, shivering. My

body was freezing cold after the stunt Mr. Holmes had me
pull. Johnson drew me a hot bath, and I warmed up pretty
quick. Helena and Lena were at the resort bar with Holmes.
Holmes had wanted me to join them after I got dressed.
"Hot coco, Ma'am," said Johnson kindly as he brought me a
steaming mug of coco as I soaked in the tub.
"Thank you, Johnson," I said. I sipped the hot drink slowly.
"Here are the clothes Mr Holmes laid out for you," said
Johnson, as he left a short black dress and with black
stockings and high heels.
I'm sure I will look like a prostitute in that dress tonight at
the bar.
"Thank you, Johnson," I said as he left me alone in the
bathroom. I knew it was best not to leave Holmes waiting.
So I finished my hot coco, washed up and dried off and
started getting dressed. I did my makeup the way holmes
liked it with my dark red lipstick, dried my hair, and got
dressed.
An hour later, I met Holmes and the two Swedish bikini
models at the bar. The models were already thoroughly
sauced.
"There she is, the exhibitionist," said Lena as I walked into
the fireside lounge at the resort. Holmes was standing
between the two girls by the enormous fireplace in the
center of the lounge. Helena and Lena were both draping
their arms over Holmes. They were wearing their ski jackets
open with their bikini tops showing and their ski pants
hanging low off of their hips, exposing their thongs.
"So she will do whatever you tell her?" asked Helena,
between a large gulp of her cosmopolitan martini.
"Jennifer is very obedient," said Holmes. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, master," I replied, as I knew he wanted me to.
"Oh, master," said Lena, mockingly.
"Let's go back to the suite and I'll show you," said Holmes.
I had just made it to the resort bar, and like that we were
leaving, back to the suite, and I was certain Holmes had
something kinky cooked up for me.
The suite at the resort had five bedrooms and two vast
living room spaces, one with a full bar and grand piano and
both with fireplaces and fireplaces in the master bedroom.
The largest living room in the suite had access to a private
patio and an oversized hot tub.
When we got back to the suite, I noticed there was a pile of
varying lengths of black rope on one of the sofas.
"Sit on the sofa, Jennifer," said Holmes.
"Yes, sir," I said nervously, and obeyed. Holmes leaned in
close to my left ear.
"I am going to push your limits tonight," whispered holmes
in my ear. "Is that okay?"
"I guess so, master," I said.
Holmes began undressing me till I was completely nude as
Helena and Lena watched from across the room, sipping
martinis. It was always a little more intimidating and
exciting to have people watch me when Holmes would use
me for his pleasure. I could feel my heart pound as he took
the rope and began binding it around my body. He skillfully
created a tight rope harness around my torso that looped
around my breasts, squeezing them. Then he bound my
hands behind my back. And he tied my legs so that my
calves were tied back to my thighs. I was completely
restrained.
Holmes held a stainless steel hook with a round end on one
side. I saw the plastic syringe filled with lube laid out on the
sofa.
"Do you know where this is going?" asked Holmes.
"In my ass," I replied.
Holmes only smiled as he stuck the plastic syringe in side of
me. Basically, a turkey baster filled with lube for my
asshole. I felt the wet lube fill my butt and leak out. Then
the cold metal pressed hard on my tight butthole till he
forced it inside of me, sliding in lubed.
The metal ass hook tied onto the rope harness and a pulley
was attached to the ceiling and in minutes he hoisted me
into the air and I hung there.
It was uncomfortable, but not extremely painful. I felt the
pressure of the ropes digging into my skin around the
harness and the huge ass plug hook digging snugly into my
ass as they supported my weight. Holmes spun me around
with his hand and the rope twisted and the room spun
around. It went one direction, then spun back the other way.
Holmes ran his fingers gently over my exposed pussy, and
he sent a tingling sensation through my body. He brought
out two metal clamps with rubber edges and he clamped
them onto my nipples. The clamps bit down on my nipples
brutally. I gritted my teeth in pain.
"That doesn't feel good?" asked Holmes.
"No sir," I said.
"Let's see how this feels," said Holmes as he produced two
3oz weights and attached them to the clamps. The weights
pulled hard on the clamps, causing my nipples to stretch
and hang low.
"Ouch," I winced in pain and my eyes teared up.
Holmes slid his middle finger into my vagina and worked till
my focus was off the pain of my stinging nipples. My eyes
rolled back as he played with my pussy.
"That's hot," said Lena, who was already playing with herself
across the room and stripped down to her bikini.
"This is just a warmup," said Holmes. He lowered my rope
suspension till I hovered only a few feet from the floor, but
with my legs tied, I could still not touch the floor. Holmes
produced two black electrical wands. He touched one to my
skin and a painful shock of electricity stung my skin like a
bad was sting.
"Oh fuck, ouch!" I cried. Tears welled at the corners of my
eyes.
"Shhh," said Holmes as he spun me around till my face was
eye level with his crotch as he stood there. "Be a good girl."
Holmes unzipped his pants and flung his cock out in my
face. He grabbed my hair with his hand and motioned my
face onto his cock and just eased it into my mouth.
"A little help here," said Holmes, motioning to Lena and
Helena. They had wicked expressions on their faces as they
sauntered towards me. He handed them each an electrical
wand. I shook my head nervously as I watched the wands
spark in their hands. I anticipated the intense pain. Holmes
forced my mouth and throat deep into his cock as they
began shocking my ass and legs. He muffled my screams on
his cock. Tears pouted from eyes. As my dark mascara ran
down my face.
"Ah, no," I cried as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Oh,
ouch, please no more." But Holmes didn't stop but forced his
cock back in my mouth and for a good ten minutes Lena
and Helena took turns shocking my bare feet, my ass, legs,
tits and even my pussy lips. I was crying hard and squealing
in pain.
Then holmes stopped them and Lena started kissing me
gently on the mouth as I was still sobbing and
hyperventilating like a child, I had cried so much. Holmes
lowered me to the ground and released the ropes that had
suspended me in the air. I was still completely bound by the
harness on my arms and legs.
It felt so good to have a release from the pain of being
shocked and the clamps on my nipples came off. Then
Holmes positioned me on my stomach on the large leather
sofa. Lena and Helena stripped their bikinis off. Lena got on
the couch in front of me and spread her legs in my face. She
started rubbing and toying herself with her fingers as she
pushed her pussy into my face. Then I felt Holmes' mouth
on my pussy, licking me from behind.
"Eat her pussy," ordered Holmes.
I obeyed and began lapping my tongue over Lena's wet,
waxed pussy. The taste of her salty fluids filled my mouth as
I felt Holmes lap on pussy lips and stick his tongue inside
my little pink hole.
Then I felt a pressure on my ass as Holmes pulled on the
huge steel ass-plug hook. The round tip slowly came out of
my butthole with a feeling of pleasure. Lena was grinding
her vagina into my face in rhythmic thrusts of her hips as
Helena sat spread eagle pleasuring herself frantically as she
watched.
Then Holmes slid his thick cock inside of my pussy. The
feeling of his cock filling me up was overwhelming. My
whole body shook as he slowly began thrusting his dick in
and out of me. I pulled my face off of Lena's snatch and
moaned in pleasure.
"Oh god, oh god," I squealed before Lena forced my face
back onto her pussy and held it there. At that point she was
more fucking my face and tongue than anything else. She
grinded intensely till she pulled her pussy back and squirted
hard as she rubbed her fingers rapidly over her clit. She
squirted all over my face as Holmes fucked me.
I was just about to cum when Holmes pulled out of my
pussy, denying me an orgasm brutally. He spanked my ass
hard. I'm sure he left a red handprint on my butt cheek. He
motioned to Helena as he flipped me over onto my back.
"Sit on her face," suggested Holmes to Helena. The busty
swimsuit model with a gigantic ass straddled her legs over
my face and sat her pussy on my face. Then holmes climbed
over me and fingered her asshole. He pressed the head of
his cock slowly inside her brown hole. "Fuck, you are big,"
said Helena as His balls hit my chin as he fucked her. I was
engulfed in her pussy juices as she grinded into my mouth.
Then I felt Lena fingering my pussy delicately with her long
fingernails as I lay on my back.
It completely turned me on as our bodies gyrated together. I
could feel Helena jolt with intensity as he fucked her as she
grinded her pussy on my mouth in-sync with Holmes's
thrusts. Then Lena started rubbing my clit and fingering my
ass-hole.
"Jennifer, are you my good little slut?" asked Holmes as he
fucked Helena.
"Yes, daddy," I moaned. I could taste Helena's cum in my
mouth as she squealed. "I'm going to cum soon. I can't hold
it any longer."
"Cum for me, my little slut," said Holmes.
"Uhhhhhhh," I moaned as I focused on my orgasm building,
while Lena rubbed my clit and fingered my asshole. Holmes
pulled his dick out of Helena's ass and put his hand around
my throat and choked me.
"Eat her ass," said Holmes as he pulled me up on my
stomach. He held my head and forced it into Helena's ass
crack. I licked and tongued her asshole like a deranged
freak. Holmes them shoved his cock in my mouth that had
just been inside her asshole and I sucked it. I could taste his
pre-cum when he pulled his dick out of my mouth, forced
my head down onto the couch, and began fucking my pussy
hard in the doggy style position. Then I came so hard as he
fucked me from behind that my legs shook.
The rest of the night was a blur of fucking and drunk sex.
Like many nights before and after.
I would eat his assholes, suck on his balls, eat other
women's assholes or suck dicks, if that is what he asked me
to do. He could electrocute me, spank my ass till it bled,
shove huge objects into my asshole, make me drink his piss.
I knew I would do anything he wanted me to do. I could
never tell him no. And I did so many more things for this
man and let him do so many more things to me. But he left
me sexually spent with my body tingling from the glow of
countless orgasms. And pushed past my limits time and
time again.
I'll have to tell you more about my adventures with Mr.
Holmes, but this is all for now.

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