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Unintended Consequences (Chapters 7-11) (Blackmail, MF, FF, MFF,
fdom,  bd)

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Unintended Consequences (Chapters 7-11)

This is my first story posted to ASSM.

It is the fourth installment of the series.

This is a mixture of truth and fiction at the beginning and
becomes more fictional as the story unfolds.

I appreciate the comments I have gotten so far.  As this is my
first attempt at writing all sincere comments are welcome.

Unintended Consequences (Introduction - Chapter 2) 4/8/03
(Chapters 3-4) 4/9/03 (Chapters 5-6) 4/11/03




Chapters 7-11 (Blackmail, MF, FF, MFF, fdom, bd)



Chapter 7


"Be sure your sins will find you out."  Those words kept running
through my mind when I awoke the next morning.  The thought that
my luck would hold was fading now that the haze of sex past away
in the night.  I knew sooner or later all the loose ends I saw
around me would eventually ensnare me as they tied together.  But
I could see no way out - at least none that I was willing to
take.

However, the next several days were uneventful.  Kathy returned
home.  She had called Rick.  He apologized for the note that had
brought her back to me so quickly.  He said he was drunk like
somehow that made the note understandable.  And like many
battered women, Kathy returned to her attacker, believing this
time would be different.  At work, Lisa was unflappable.  Each
day we would pass each other in the office as if nothing had ever
happened.  At worship, even in the presence of her husband, her
poise was eerie.  My marriage continued on as it always had. 
Jane and I showed no signs that anything unusual had happened. 
Perhaps the only change was that we fucked more than before.  We
both knew the reason, but never spoke about it.  Enough time past
that my fears that my sins would begin to haunt me began tofade.

Things began to happen about a month later.  It was a Friday
afternoon.  I was packing up my work to head home when my office
door opened.  It was Lisa.  She had another woman with her.  The
second woman was also a member where I preached.  Her name was
Brittany.  She was not what I would call a core member of our
church.  She attended occasionally and was rarely involved in any
activities.  She was a law student at one of the more prestigious
schools in the area.  Just as is typical of many college
students, she was a long way from home and was living her life
without much regard for old-fashioned values.  She was about 24
years old and single.  I must admit to noticing when she was at
the worship services. 

Brittany was not a woman that men would overlook easily.  I've
always believed Jane and Kathy to be two of the most beautiful
women ever to enter my life.  Yet, their looks fit the type of
women I like.  They would probably be considered "cute" by most.
Brittany, on the other hand, was a classic beauty.  At 5' 6", she
was just a hair too short for serious modeling, but that was her
only defect.  Her hair was a dark and shiny black.  It was
slightly longer that shoulder length.  Her skin was pale and
without blemish. The contrast of her fair skin and her black hair
gave her a certain mysterious look.  Her body was slim and well
proportioned.  Her tits swelled from her chest enough but not too
much.  She was a small C cup.  The same was true of her ass and
hips.  They were full enough to give her shape, but not so much
as to be distracting.  She was the kind of woman that clothes are
made to fit and about which other women complain.  I had talked
to her enough to know that she had grown up on a farm and was as
charming as any southern belle could be.  Yet, the school of her
choice and her chosen profession showed she was no hick.  She was
a strong, confident woman. 

The two sat down in the chairs in front of my desk.  Lisa wasted
no time in letting me know why they had entered, "Jonathan, I'd
like to introduce you to your newest lover."

"Excuse me.  What have you told her?" I asked.

"I told her everything that happened.  You see, its tough for a
married woman to take full advantage of our arrangement, so I
took the liberty of finding someone who could make better use of
your talents."

"Lisa, you shouldn't have done that.  You can't just go bringing
people into my marriage like this.  Jane is not going to be
happy.  I'm not happy.  There are too many people involved.  If
this goes bad, I've got a lot to lose, but so do you.  Bill is
not going to just ignore the fact that you cheated on him. 
You've got to be more careful."

"True enough.  It would hurt me, but I'm betting that you won't
let that happen.  If you don't take Brittany in, she's going to
talk and you'll be ruined.  I don't think you're going to take
the chance of that happening.  Besides, it's just too hard for a
married woman to take advantage of our little arrangement. I
can't fuck you without fucking Jane first.  She's at work all
day.  That means I can only have you at night and then Bill is
home.  I was afraid you might forget about me and I would lose
the chance for some easy fun.  But Brittany is a student and
single.  She has no one to worry about and the time to play.  So
I help her by getting in on some good sex and she helps me by
keeping you ready for a good fuck when I can get away.  Now, I
would suggest you start fucking her if you want your marriage,
family and career to stay together."

I sat for a moment thinking over what Lisa had just said.  She
was right.  I knew Bill.  He was a good man.  She would tell him
it was just a one-time thing.  Hell, by the end of her story this
whole thing would sound like my fault.  She would have some hard
times ahead, but he'd forgive her.  Lisa would come out just fine
in the end.  I wouldn't.  My career would be over.  My marriage
would be in trouble and who knows what would happen.  I couldn't
risk Brittany's talking.  I was faced with the same situation as
when Lisa overheard about Kathy and me.  Brittany was about to
become the new lover that she had been called.

"I guess I have no choice.  Just let me call Jane."

Brittany stopped my hand from reaching the phone on my desk and
spoke for the first time, "That won't be necessary."

"But she has to know.  You have to make love to her first.  She
has to what's happening."

"I never agreed to have sex with your wife.  Lisa made that deal.
 I didn't.  You fuck me without her and cum when I tell you to or
I walk and talk.  Got it?"

She was better at negotiating than Lisa was.  Lisa had been in
the same position of strength and given it away.  The lawyer
across from me was not making the same mistake.  She held all the
cards and she knew it.

"No, wait.  Jane has to be in on this.  She has as much to lose
as I do.  You have to deal with both of us."  I said this in a
futile effort to change the terms of our deal.

"I will deal with her, but on my own terms.  You have to make
your own decision and so does she.  We are not equals in this
deal.  I've got goods on you and you can't touch me.  I don't
lose anything important if I leave now.  You think I can't get a
guy to fuck me when I want?  You lose everything if I leave.  So,
last chance.  You will service me sexually whenever and however I
say or I tell the world what I know. Deal or no deal?"  With that
she stopped and stared directly in my eyes, waiting for a
response.

I flinched first.  I had no choice.  For the first time of many,
my will caved under hers.  I lowered my eyes from her stare and
the word, "deal" shakily escaped my mouth.

Chapter 8

I followed Brittany and Lisa to the door.  Brittany told me to
drive home and wait for her there.  As I got in my car to leave I
heard her laughing and thanking Lisa for her new toy.  Lisa of
course would always be welcome to make use of her toy whenever
she had the chance.

Brittany arrived just moments after I did.  She entered the room
like she had owned this house for years.  She told me to stand. 
I did and then she sat in my favorite chair.  It was her throne
now.

"Let me explain to you how this is going to work.  You now belong
to me.  You will do what I say without exception, question, or
hesitation.  If you rebel I will expose you for the fraud that
you are.  With me so far?"  I nodded.

"Good, let's start with something simple.  Take off your
clothes."

I did as she said. Once I was naked she spoke again.  "Now,
whenever you are home you will be like you are now.  Whether I am
here or not, you will remain naked. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Now come sit on my lap and jerk yourself off."

I moved over to her and straddled her legs as best I could in the
chair.  I paused for a moment after getting settled.  She grabbed
and twisted my dick and balls.  "I said without hesitation. 
Don't you ever be that slow again to do what I say!  Now start
stroking."

I took my cock from her hand and begin my massage my limp shaft.
As the pain subsided the massaging turned to the stroking she
wanted.  My fingers encircled the shaft and began pumping up and
down.  With each cycle my dick responded.  In short order, I was
fully erect and the head began to swell.

"Mmmmmm. That's more like it.  Keep going I want to watch you
cum."

I kept pumping.  The first drops of pre-cum oozed out and started
sliding down my head.  She scooped the fluid up with her
fingertip.  She placed her moist finger to my lips, "Lick it off
me."

My mouth met her finger and sucked the thick liquid in.  She
reclined the chair and leaned back to watch the show.  My hand
continued to work up and down the length of my cock.  More
pre-cum wetted the slit of my dick and I worked the lubricant
into the skin.  She wanted more, "Spit on it."

I positioned my mouth over my dick as best as I could and slowly
let my saliva hang from my lips until it broke free and landed on
my erection.  With my dick now fully wet, I pumped hard and fast.
 I felt my orgasm building and did nothing to hold it back. 
Soon, my white seed came shooting out of my cock.  It landed on
my chest and then stomach as the contractions weakened.  When
finished my torso was covered in my own cum.

I held my softening dick in my hand.  She pushed me off her onto
the floor.  I got up and began to walk away. "Where do you think
you're going?"

"To get a towel."

"Oh no.  I didn't tell you to clean up.  Just let your cum dry
like it is.  Now come still at my feet.  And don't speak unless
spoken to. And don't move unless I tell you to."

I did as she commanded and sat like a pet at his master's feet. 
"How long till Jane gets home?" she asked.

It was already about 5:00 PM, "Anytime now."

"Good, the fun really starts then."

Chapter 9

The wait for my wife was a long one.  Not in terms of time, it
was just a few minutes.  But I knew what was waiting for her was
going to hurt her.  I just did not know how much.  The cum on my
chest had barely dried when I heard the garage door open.  Jane
was home.

Jane walked into the kitchen and placed her things from work down
on the counter.  Turning toward the living room, she saw Brittany
standing, with me sitting naked at her feet.  "Come on in and
take a seat and I'll explain everything," Brittany invited.

Jane gave me a puzzled look, but took a seat on the couch across
the room from us as Brittany directed.  With Jane seated,
Brittany began Jane's entrapment, "I'm here at the request of
your friend Lisa.  It seems she was afraid that she was going to
need some help keeping your home open to her.  So she contacted
me and told me about the little tryst the three of you had.  I am
quite prepared to share that information with everyone I know. 
Earlier today, Lisa and I confronted your husband and as you can
see he has decided to agree to my terms and include me in your
lives."

"But why didn't you call me, Davis?"

Brittany answered for me, "You may not talk to him - only to me.
He did not call you because I did not let him."

"I don't get it."

"You stupid bitch.  I own him now.  Those are my terms.  He
serves me now.  Sexually and any other way I wish, he will do
exactly as I command.  If he obeys, I keep quiet.  If not, it's
over for him.  And come to think of it -  for you also."

Jane was speechless.  Her eyes began to fill with tears. 
Brittany sat patiently as the gravity of the situation pressed in
on Jane. 

"So what does this mean for me?"  Jane finally asked after a long
silence.

"It means you have the same choice. You can agree to become my
slave or I tell everything I know and ruin your life - and his,"
she said as she motioned toward me.

 "So how would this work?"

"Just as I told your husband.  You will belong to me.  You will
do whatever I say without exception, question, or hesitation. 
Disobey me and you will be punished. Rebel and I screw your life
over.  Got it?"

"I understand."

"So do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

With that her fate was sealed.  Brittany's commands began where
she began with me.  Jane was soon naked and informed that she
would never wear clothes in her own home again.  Brittany also
made Jane masturbate while sitting on her lap.  I was not allowed
to look.  I sat quietly and could only hear the sounds of my
wife's finger working her pussy over.  By the time she was
finished, my dick was erect again.

She was told to sit on the floor beside me.  We were not allowed
to speak.  After a few moments of silence, Brittany rose. She
looked down and saw my swollen cock.  "Well, I was going to leave
for a while, but from the look of things I don't think I can
leave Jane here without me.  Jane go get dressed, you have to
come with me.  T-shirt and shorts - that's it - no bra or
panties."

Jane left the room.  "When we get back, I'll have a surprise for
each of you. While we're gone, cook us some supper."  With that
she bent down and kissed my forehead, "Good boy."

The two left and were gone for about two hours.  I baked some
chicken and cooked some vegetables for dinner as commanded.  We
ate dinner in silence.  Brittany sat in my old chair at the head
of the table, while Jane and I sat on the floor and ate without
utensils.

After dinner we went to the living room, where I found out where
they had gone.  Brittany had driven to the local sex shop and
bought each of us to wear.  She pulled Jane's out of the bag
first.  It was a leather chastity belt.  As Brittany slipped it
around Jane's waist, I got my first good look at it.  The design
and build was actually quite good.  A leather strap went around
Jane's waist.  It was decorated with small metal studs.  Two
straps went from the center of her back down her ass, through her
legs and came out the front.  The portion at covered pussy and
asshole was slightly thicker but still pliable.  It also
contained a slit large enough to allow urine to escape, but it
was far too small to weaken the effectiveness of the device. The
straps emerged in front and covered her pubic hair.  They met the
lock at the center to the leather belt.  Once locked in place
Jane could sit and move without much discomfort.  It was slim
enough to be worn under clothing without ever being seen.

Brittany locked it in place and return to her bag.   For me, she
had bought a cock cage.  It had a leather cock ring which fit
snugly around my shaft and testicles.  The cage she bought was a
5-ring cage.  When limp, my dick fit comfortably inside.  The
third piece of the combo was a ball stretcher.  It was not a
large one, perhaps only an 1 ½ or so.  She placed only the ring
and cage on for now.  Once locked in place there was no removing
the device.  The cock ring fit just as she intended.  It was
tight enough so that it could not be slipped off.  It was loose
enough that it could be worn indefinitely.

For both of us now, there would be no intercourse without
Brittany's permission.  "Now that I have you both the way I want,
I've got some more rules you need to know.  First, the two of you
may not ever be intimate each other without my express
permission.  Obviously, this includes fucking and oral sex. But
also, you may not fondle, kiss, or hug without my say so. 
Second, you may not try to remove your toys.  If I even think
that you have tried, there will be severe punishment.  Third, I
have decided that your disobedience will be punished on a demerit
system. Every time I feel you disobeyed me, I will assign you a
suitable number of demerits.  When you reach 25 demerits, the
other one of you will be punished.  Davis, Jane will be punished
for your crimes and so on.  I'll tell you more about your
punishments later.  Fourth, you will never call me by name again.
 Just like in the movies, you will each call me `mistress' each
time you speak to me.  Are these things clear?"

"Yes" we both replied.

"See, there you go, 1 demerit each.  You should have said, `Yes .
. . "

"Mistress."

"That's better."

"Now Davis come eat me out before I go home tonight."

I positioned myself between her legs.  I reached behind her and
unzipped the skirt she wore. It fell to the floor.  She wore
black thong panties and stockings.  She stepped out of her skirt
and sat down, spreading her legs.  I pushed the fabric of her
thong aside, revealing her tight pussy.  It had been years since
I had seen a pussy unaffected by childbirth.  Her slit was
narrow.  It made the swell of her lips look even more pronounced.
 I lower my lips and lightly kissed her.  Her pussy was moist. 
Her juices were the sweetest I had ever known.  With my left
index finger I traced the length of the slit.  Then in unison my
finger and tongue pressed against her.  My tongue found her clit
and my finger wormed inside her snug passage.  She was a willing
fuck.  She started moaning and grinding against her intruders
almost immediately.  I heard gasp, "Bring your tits over here,
Jane." 

Jane joined us. Brittany began to knead the flesh of the tits
that once were my possession.  She pulled hard and bent Jane over
her and sucked a nipple deep inside her mouth.  With her mouth
now full, her moans were muffled.  My assault on her sex never
slowed.  I inserted a second finger in her pussy.  Her clit was
standing out and I bit down lightly.  She gasped for a moment. 
With her clit in my grasped, I worked my fingers even in and out
of her pussy even harder.  An instant later, I felt the walls of
her vagina contract.  She was coming.  She bit down on Jane's
nipple.  Jane let out a yell of sheer pain. Brittany kept her
teeth clamped down until the waves of her orgasm left her pussy.
She relaxed and released Jane.

Jane slumped down beside her, clutched her aching tit and cried
softly.  It was then that I noticed my own aching.  My cock had
grown while fucking my new mistress, but the small rings at the
end of my cage had grabbed it.  It had no where to go.  The
pressure was intense and I had no way of relieving it.

Brittany dressed.  She reached down her grabbed the cage around
my cock.  "Fits just right, If you're a good boy, I may let you
out sometime."

She gathered her things.  On the way out the door, she turned and
said, "Remember, no fooling around and stay naked.  I'll be back
tomorrow, sometime."  With a sly grin, she left for the night.

Those fears that I had just over a month ago were back.  My sins
had indeed found me out.

Chapter 10

The phone rang at 8:00 AM that Saturday morning.  It was
Brittany.  She informed me that some men would be coming to the
house to do some work for her.  We were to let them in and help
them in any way they needed.  They were to arrive at 9:00 AM. 
She said it would be after lunch before she would be there
herself. 

As usual for service men, they were late and arrived around 10. 
Opening the door that day was one of the hardest things I have
ever done.  My mistress had not told me if they knew what was
going on in our house.  When I opened the door I got my answer. 
Three men pushed by me like I wasn't even there.  After they
past, I saw their van in the driveway.  They were from Action
Video.  The subtitle on the van said they specialized in video
surveillance and security for small businesses. The implications
of that made my blood run cold.

Jane and I sat in the living room while the men looked over the
house. She did her best to cover herself whenever one of the men
entered the room, but it made little difference.  The three men
gathered in the kitchen.  I heard them discuss different camera
and cable choices.  When the decisions were made the foreman of
the crew sent his helpers to the van and then came down to the
living room with us.

He sat down on Jane's left and put his arm around her on the back
of the sofa.  "A Ms. Brittany Carter hired us to install a video
system throughout the house.  We were told this was a very
`friendly' place so we gave her a significant discount. Based on
what I see, I think she told the truth.  My men and I are going
to be here most of the day.  I trust you will make us welcome." 
With that he slid his arm off of the back of the couch around my
wife's shoulders.  His hand slid down her front and cupped her
right tit.  His left hand swung over and he grabbed her free left
tit.  He bent down the kissed her. She offered no resistance. 
His tongue pressed deeply inside her mouth while he roughly
seized her tits.  He kissed her for several minutes until his men
returned.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later.  I've got to get to
work.  Oh, and slut, I don't want to see you covering yourself up
again."

"Yes sir" was all Jane said.  She sat with her arms at her side.
Her lips were wet from his kisses, her breasts swollen, and
nipples erect as the men set to work.

Throughout the day the men were in and out of the living room. 
Whenever they came near Jane, they fondled, groped and kissed
her.  They had no interests in me and so I became their waiter. 
I was constantly providing them with drinks and food.  Their
first brake came at lunchtime.  Having already eaten, they were
free to give their attention to my wife.

They came from running wires in the attic.  They were covered in
sweat and grime.  The three men lined up across the step-down
into the living room.  The foreman took charge, "Come here, slut.
 I've got a big dick that needs to be sucked. And my men do to."

That elicited cheers from his co-workers.  Jane dutifully got up
off the couch and knelt on the steps in front of the foreman. 
She unzipped his pants. He wore no underwear.  I guessed he had
done that on purpose.  So when his pants opened out popped his
semi-rigid cock.  His dick looked about 8 or 9 inches - much
larger than mine, the only dick Jane had ever used.  She took it
well.  As it bounced free she slid the bobbing head through her
red lips.  She set to a nice steady rhythm of sucking.  Not to be
left out, the foremen's co-workers were soon naked and standing
on either side of Jane.  From my seat I could see the back of her
head as she worked on the first dick.  I could see clearly as she
took a cock in each hand.  She stroked the other two dicks hard
and began a dance of cock sucking.  She took one in her mouth and
pumped the other two.  After a time, she rotated to the next. 

This routine continued for several turns until she returned once
to the foreman's dick. I could tell he was close even before
Jane's mouth returned to suck the cum out of him. The touch of
her lips and tongue was all the encouragement he needed.  He
grabbed her back of her head by the hair to hold her head still.
She became his makeshift pussy.  He started fucking her mouth
violently.  I could hear her gasping and choking.  At the last
moment he pulled out of her mouth and aimed his penis right at
her face.  With a final stroking cum exploded from his prick and
splashed against her face.

Almost in rhythm, when the foreman squirted his last, she was
spun to her right and face fucked again.  The second man finished
in the same way, with several blasts of his seed all over her
face.  The third man couldn't hold off to fuck her. He came as
soon as she turned to him.  His release caught her off-guard and
she got the first load straight down her throat.  She gagged on
it and dropped to all fours, coughing and spitting. The video
guys had a big laugh at the sight of Jane on the floor like a
dog, her face covered in their cum. With a quick slap of her ass,
the men returned to work.

Just as she had promised, our mistress arrived after lunch.  Jane
was still lying on the steps, crying softly.  Brittany had me
tell her about the events of the day so far.  My dick was
straining hard against my cage long before I finished.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  The men were more
relaxed and paid less attention to Jane.  Maybe their orgasms
took the edge off or maybe it was Brittany's presence, but they
settled into work and finished the job just before dinner.

Jane did have to give each man a token blow before they left, but
none of the men came anymore.  Brittany settled up with the
foreman.  As he left, he said something that changed our
identities for sometime, "Man that bitch is a real slut.  She
took all three of us like a pro.  And that husband she has is a
real pussy.  His little dick was trying to poke out his cage the
whole time we fucked his wife."

Brittany closed the door and joined us again in the living room.
"Ya know, I think the camera guy is right.  You are not people. 
You are my toys.  In this house, you will no longer have names. 
Jane, from now on you will be known as `Slut.'  Because that's
what you are - a slut.  You will fuck anyone, anywhere, and
anytime. Davis, from now on you'll be `Pussy.' Because you can't
be a real man, letting everyone take your wife like they have and
will.  Slut and Pussy, what a wonderful couple." 

After dinner Brittany showed us what the men had put in our
house.  In every room, there was a video camera.  There were two
in each bathroom - one for the shower and tub and one for the
toilet.  In a spare room in our basement there was a camera in
each corner.  We soon found out why.  There was also a camera
mounted in a remote controlled chassis overlooking the backyard
and swimming pool.  In the master bedroom, the furniture had been
rearranged.  The wall where our dresser once was, there were now
several television monitors.  From this point, you could see
everything going on in the house.  Each camera was also tied to a
motion sensor so that it would turn on and begin recording
whenever someone was in its field of vision.

"So you see, now I can see everything that happens in this house.
 You should know that each camera's feed is recorded.  And I can
have the video streamed to me over the net at my school and
apartment. I'll always be watching you and if I happen to miss
anything, I'll have a tape to make sure I catch it.  Any
questions?"

"Yes mistress, I have one," I said, "Why did you place these
monitors in our bedroom?"

"I didn't.  This is not your bedroom anymore.  It's mine.  I am
the master of this house, so I should get the master bedroom. 
Pussy, you are a pet and so is Slut.  You both will now sleep in
the spare room in the basement.  I've put four cameras in that
room so that I can keep a close eye on you while you sleep."

"I understand, mistress."

"That reminds me.  I have some clothes and boxes in the car that
you need to bring in, Pussy.  I guess you need to put on some
shorts so the neighbors don't call the police. So shorts only and
bring my stuff up here.  Slut, you can start emptying your old
closet and taking your shit to the basement."

About an hour later, Brittany was settled in and had taken over
our bed and home.  That night, Jane and I went to the basement to
sleep.  Two twin mattresses were taken from upstairs and laid on
the floor for our new beds.  There was no bed, no frames, just
the mattresses on the floor.  They were placed on opposite walls
of room that measured about 15' x 18'.  There was no chance to
comfort each other by touch or word.   The cameras and distance
between us made sure of that.


Chapter 11

The next day was Sunday.  It was a day I once looked forward to.
Now I wasn't sure what to do.  Brittany made sure we were ready
on time.  She didn't allow either to wear underwear.  That
bothered Jane the most.  It was pretty obvious that her breasts
were not restrained or supported.  Not a good look at a
conservative Bible-church.  My biggest problem was the size of my
cock cage.  It made me look as if I had a permanent erection. 
The loose fit of my suit and my coat helped cover it some, but
probably not enough. 

I tried to behave normally and so did Jane.  Before worship I
went back to my office to get a moment of peace before having to
preach.  It didn't work.  Lisa was in the office area and
followed me into my office.

"I want to see your toy."

With that I lowered my pants and showed her the cage my dick had
been placed in.  She could hardly control her laughter.  She
cupped by balls in her hand and stuck a finger between the cage's
rings to poke at my trapped penis.  Just then there was a knock
on the door.  It was Jane.  Lisa let her in. My pants were still
down at my knees.

"Let me see your toy to," Lisa commanded.

Jane had worn a knee length black dress that morning.  Brittany
had picked it out special.  My wife never dressed too sexy.  She
was always afraid of not looking like a preacher's wife.  That
black dress was as risqué as it got.  Brittany picked it for that
reason.  So, with no panties underneath, Jane simply bunched up
the material and exposed her belt.  Again, a giant smile was
plastered across Lisa's face.  "I have to get a key to these
things.  You look great.  I have got to come by soon for a good
fuck."

We dressed and dismissed to the assembly.  Preaching that morning
was painful. I knew I no longer belonged in the pulpit, but I was
stuck.  The rest of Sunday turned out to be too busy for any more
sex and humiliation.

Monday came just like any other Monday for Jane.  At 7:00 AM, she
left for work.  For me Monday was a little different.  Instead of
the office, Brittany told me to stay home and wait for her to
return.  She was gone most of the day.  When she finally made it
back, she brought several things with her.  The most prominent
things were 4 pictures.  Each picture was nicely framed and was a
photograph of a man.  The men were all in suits.  They looked to
be somewhere between Brittany's age and mine.  They were clean
cut and while I'm no judge of men's looks, they were all handsome
men.  I hung the pictures on the wall in the living room.  She
also had two poster board size sheets of graph paper.  These she
hung on the wall on either side of the four men. 

Once settled in, my mistress demanded my attention.  "Rub my neck
and shoulders."

"Yes, mistress."  She sat on the couch and I walked behind her
and began the massage she demanded.  She was dressed like a young
lawyer with a modest skirt, a button down blouse and blazer over
it all.  She stopped me to remove the jacket.  My hands began
again, rubbing around the base of her neck shoulders and then up
the sides of her creamy neck.  A soft moan escaped her lips. 
"Take off my blouse."

My hands reached around her neck from above.  The first button
was undone already.  I began at the second and quickly worked
down to her waist.  This put our heads side by side.  I took the
chance to kiss and suck on her neck lightly.  She responded by
leaning back into me.  This pushed her tits out and up.  As I
opened the final button and pushed the sides apart her tits
flowed out from behind their silk covering.  The nipples and
lower half were still covered by her white lace trimmed bra, but
the view from above was perfect.  She was one enticing creature
and for a moment I forgot the pain she was bringing into mylife.

She noticed my pause and brought me back to attention, "I didn't
tell you to stop."  I quickly undid the cuffs of her sleeves and
pulled blouse completely off.  My massaging of her lasted for
several more minutes.  Finally, she pulled me around the end of
the couch and stood me in front of her.  She stood with me. 
"Strip me, Pussy."

Her skirt fell quickly.  I stood and reached around her back,
unclasping her bra.  Not wanting to displease my mistress again,
I ignored the temptation to take in the full sight of her tits
and instead worked her panties to the floor.

"Very good, Pussy.  Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, mistress. Very much."

"Would you like me to let you out of your cage to fuck me?"

"Oh yes, mistress!  Please let me out.  I'll do anything, just
let me fuck you, mistress."

"Very good then.  I may just let you out after Slut gets home. 
Until then, just eat me out a little, but not too much.  Don't
make me cum. Just tease me a little."

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress."

She sat back down and I knelt between her spread knees.  I
lightly licked and probed her pussy for about 30 minutes until
Jane got home.  She walked in and immediately stripped off her
clothes.  Now naked, she walked into the living room and kissed
her mistress on the hand. 

"Slut, did everything go well at work today?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. Now, Pussy here told me he wants to fuck me.  What do you
think about that?"

"Mistress, if it makes you happy, then I think he should do it."

"Hmmmm, that's a nice safe answer.  Tell me, do think he'd rather
fuck me or you?"

"Umm, you, I guess, mistress."

"Liar, that's two demerits.  There is no way that after 15 years
of happy marriage, you think he wants to fuck me more than you."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you, it won't happen again."

"That's another demerit.  You will always call me mistress when
addressing me."

"Yes mistress.  I'm so sorry."

"Let's let Pussy decide this.  Pussy, do you want to fuck me or
Slut?"

"Mistress, I want to fuck you."

"I don't believe you.  Why me and not your `ex-` wife?"

"Mistress, You're younger.  Your tits are firmer.  Your ass isn't
fat like hers.  Your pussy is nice and tight, not stretched out
like Slut's.  You are so much more beautiful than she is. 
Mistress, I want to fuck you not that whore that sucks off every
guy she sees."

Brittany's laugh was almost loud enough to drown out the cries of
my beloved wife.  I didn't mean those things I had just said. I
hoped Jane knew that.  But I could not risk angering Brittany.

Brittany told Jane to bring her the keys from her purse.  She
sorted through the ring and found the key to remove my cage.

"Here, Slut, unlock his cock."

Jane did as she was told.  It felt wonderful to be free.  My dick
seemed like it had been continually hard all weekend, but it
never was able to extend to its full length.  The sensation of
being free was a welcome feeling.

"Slut, take his cock and put it in my pussy."

Jane grabbed me and gently pulled my dick toward our master's
opening.  Brittany slid down slightly to make it easier.

"Slut, thank me for letting your pussy of a man touch my pussy."

"Yes mistress.  Thank you.  Thank you for letting this weak pussy
of a man pleasure you.  Thank you for letting his little dick in
you.  I love you for doing this, mistress."

Jane returned my attack on her without hesitation.  Now it was my
turn to wonder if she really meant it or was she simply playing a
role.  I had to think it was the second, but I could not besure.

Jane pressed the head of my cock against Brittany's slit and I
took over from there.  I wanted to feel release and so I pounded
against her body has hard as I could.  Her pussy was wonderful. 
It felt like I remembered Jane's virgin snatch.  The youthful
cunt was dripping wet.  Her force of her muscle's grip along my
shaft quickly brought to the verge of cuming. 

Brittany sensed my growing excitement.  "Don't you cum.... I
haven't told.....you to cum yet..." she barked out in between my
thrusts.  With every ounce of control I could summon I tried to
hold off cuming while still fucking her pussy.  Thankfully, her
orgasm was close.

"Oh God, let me feel your dick.  Yes...Yes...hurt my clit....fuck
me....yes Pussy YES!!!"

With that she clutched her tits and I felt her abs flex. She
locked her legs around my waist and shoved my cock deep inside
her.

"Unnnnnhhh.  OH GOD!!!!  YES!!!!"

Her pussy contracted over and again around my dick. I felt her
juices flow out and cover my balls.  The tension of her orgasm
was close to all that I could take.  When she finally relaxed, it
took me several deep breaths to be able to move without shooting
my load against her command.

My urgency waned and I pulled out of her.  My cock still so
swollen and throbbing.  My balls were full and heavy. I would
have done anything to cum.  But she had no intention of letting
me.

Lazily she called Jane to her side. She again gave her the keys.
"Let yourself out and clean up and relieve yourself.  Then put
the belt back on.  When Pussy's dick goes down, lock him up
again."

Jane did as told.  She was gone into the restroom for 15 or 20
minutes.  When she came back, my dick was relaxed enough and the
cage went back on.  We both sat quietly at Brittany's feet.  She
drifted off to sleep and napped for a couple of hours.  Jane and
I remained silent.  We did not even look each other in the eyes.
Brittany awoke, told us to stay put, and she would be right back.
 She appeared again after having cleaned up some.  She was
wrapped in my wife's favorite robe. It belonged her mistressnow.

"I promised the two of you that I would explain your punishments
and now I am ready to.  The graph paper you see is a chart of
your demerits.  Every time you get a demerit, we will plot it on
this graph, so that we have no mix-ups.  As it stands now, Pussy,
you have one demerit from our first day together.  Slut, you have
one from that day and three from earlier today. So four total. 
Now when one of you reaches 25 demerits, I will give a punishment
to the other. Slut, since you have more demerits, I'll start with
you.  If you get 21 more demerits, I'm going to put on a 12'
strap-on dildo and fuck him in the ass every day for a week.  Now
Pussy, if you reach 25 demerits, that's where these four pictures
come into play.  You must pick one of these men.  Based on your
pick, Slut will be given to that man for one week.  They will be
free to use her however they want.  They can loan her out as they
wish.  No limits.  And just to let you know, one of them has
already promised me that he would turn her into a whore and have
her turn tricks on the street. Just to be fair, do you have any
questions?"

What could we say to that?  It hit me hard.  I had no desire to
be ask-fucked by anyone; yet, that was far better than what she
had described would happen to Jane.  It sure sounded like Jane
was going to become a common street whore.  Mistress had used the
word "if" about reaching 25 demerits, but somehow I knew "when"
would have been a better choice.  Our only option though was to
try and delay the inevitable.



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