"Ladies, if you'll take your seats again. I don't think this will be like any presentation you've ever seen before. We sell products you just don't get anywhere. In fact, I've found my customers come back again and again because they get sincere enjoyment from the products we provide."

Megan walked into the room and started handing out the drinks, while Annie continued. Annie's back and the back of the display faced Megan as she walked into the room, but she'd seen Mary Kay parties before. Talk about boring. No wonder they're drinking tonight.

"However, I've found that when these products are sampled, or better yet, scene in action, people just can't resist buying them and using them. Do we have a volunteer tonight?"

Several of the women giggled nervously, but before any serious consideration was done, Kelly interjected. "Oh, no worries ladies, I know you all are probably hesitant, and you're not really dressed for it anyway. However, Megan is. " Megan had just set down the last glass next to a strawberry blond-haired girl who sat next to Kelly. She felt all eyes on her, and she turned around, smiling. Yeah, right. So they get to play make-up with me, big deal. Maybe I'll provide them a little excitement.

Megan finally turned towards Annie and what she saw surprised her.

"Yes, ladies, this is not a regular tea party." Kelly said. "And it's not your normal everyday Tupperware party either. It's a long island tea, sex-toy party!"

At first Megan hadn't quite connected the dots and something else had struck her as a bit off.Does Cindy know she's at a sex-toy party? How odd is that?

"So Megan, if you could step to the middle of the room, here... " Annie said.

Megan finally caught a close-up of some of the items on the table. The ten-inch long eight-inch in circumference, black dildo was hard to miss. Her eyes grew very, very wide. She suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, powerless and small. She was at the mercy of these women in this room. Cindy was going to be watching every last thing.

Oh krikey. They want me to put that thing WHERE exactly??

Megan couldn't take her eyes off the dildo as she moved over in front of the table as she'd been directed. Jars of latex, KY-jelly, other dildos, and vibrators were scattered across the surface. She couldn't recognize what else lay there in the few moments she had.

"Now Megan, are we allowed to try any of the things on you?" Annie asked quietly. Kelly interjected an answer before Megan could respond.

"Of course!" she said. "Megan, do exactly as Annie says, like a good little maid."

Megan nodded her head once, nervously. She felt a tingle in her pussy when she looked at the huge black dildo. Kelly took a moment to whisper a few words in Annie's ear. Annie look back at Kelly skeptically, and then shrugged as if saying, 'it's your party.'

"Okay then! It's rare that we have one person volunteer to do all the samples, but that's not a problem! She's going to be the center of attention and I'm sure she'll walk away with only a slight limp." Annie laughed when she said it, and the rest of the onlookers joined in. Megan just continued to stare at the table. She saw a strange looking clamp that was shaped like the letter G, some body paints and hot wax.

"Now, for the first thing, Megan, I need you to strip."

Megan looked at Annie questioningly, but then started to slide the sleeve of her maid's outfit over her shoulder. Annie laughed her throaty laugh.

"No, I was just kidding! Wow. I had no idea you'd be so obedient." Annie drew close to Megan and said from behind her, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you."

Megan could feel a sickly color in her cheeks. Her stomach started doing flip-flops.

Annie went to her table and pulled the huge, black dildo front and center on the table. "Now, Megan, I want you to lean over here and start giving this dildo a blow job."

Megan felt her body respond automatically, on autopilot. She leaned over, exposing her ass to the ladies in the room, several of whom gasped at seeing it so brazenly displayed. She lowered her mouth over the huge black dildo, and it strained her lips, it was so enormous. She feel the tears at the corners of her eyes, she was so embarrassed.

Here were these well-dressed women staring at her, the slutty, French maid giving head to a dildo while bent over, with only a few strands of a her favorite g-string to protect her ass from prying eyes - fat lot of good that did! Megan felt her panties start to get wet. Oh hell. Now I'm enjoying it. She wanted to stop, and she wasn't entirely sure why she was blowing this thing so emphatically.

"Now, Megan has some skill with a cock in her mouth..."Annie let the comment hang in the air, letting the expected titters die down. "But, there are some things she could do to improve her technique. That's part of the added bonus here today - we'll show you how to give good head to your hubbies or significant others. Here ladies, take these."

Annie started handing out smaller versions of the dildos to all the women assembled, but Megan still couldn't stop giving head to the huge thing in her mouth. She could feel the saliva ooze down the shaft and could feel the synthetic veins against her tongue.

"Now ladies, imitate what Megan is doing there, she's got the right idea, flicking her tongue over the head. Megan, waggle your ass a little bit while you're doing it, men love to see that. Now, Megan, take it a little bit deeper.. there you go, yep, deep throat it, keep that tongue.. excellent."

Megan felt her ass start to wiggle from side to side, saucily, in front of the women. She heard squeals of pleasure, and she distinctly heard Cindy laugh out loud, embarrassed. She also took the head deeper down her throat. She never gave head like this to her husband, and in fact, never considered herself an expert. She'd given more head in the past three days than she had in the past year!

Everyone paused momentarily, except Megan's forced ass waggling and dildo sucking, when the phone rang. Kelly looked over at the cordless on the table by the table.

"I'll be damned. It's Heath. I think we better take this, everyone stay quiet."

"Hello." Kelly said.

"Well hey there! Uh huh. Yep, sure is. Well, she's kind of indisposed right now. I mean..." And then Kelly had one of those looks cross her face, and she changed her tone. "Actually, you know what? I think she's almost ready to talk to you, hold on."

Kelly hopped up off the couch and came over to Megan, watching the controlled woman's ass shake to and fro. "Seems Heath wants to talk to you, Meg." Kelly pressed the mute button on the phone. "Megan, be completely honest with Heath. And be sure to keep the dildo on your tongue. You may speak, but remember exactly where you left off on the blowjob. We all need practice!"

Megan lowered the dildo out of her mouth, keeping the tip of her tongue on the edge of it. She stayed bent over at the waist, and Kelly handed her the phone.

"Bonjour, Heathhh. I meeen, 'allo."

"Megan? Is that you? You sound funny? Bonjour? What's that about?"

Megan could tell the women in the room were trying to keep quiet. She could sense their suppressed laughter.

"Oui, it'th meee, Heathhh." Gotdamn dildo in my mouth! I sound like a French idiot now, not a French hooker. "I eeeem a maidth for Mith Kwelly."

Liz and Kelly couldn't hold it any longer and she could hear their guffaws in the background.

She dreaded saying it, but he'd asked what the funny sound was about. She HAD to say it. She couldn't even stop herself if she tried. "Andth I half a dilthdo eeen my mouthf."

"What the hell is going on? What the hell, Megan? Are you having an affair? What's with the accent?"

"I tolth you. I eem Mith Kwelly's maid. And I eemm NOT hathing an affair." Megan felt like a complete fool. She was being forced to talk to her husband in front of seven people with a bare ass, a saliva-ridden, gargantuan dildo in her mouth and with a French accent. Kelly WILL PAY.

"That's it, Megan. I'm cutting this trip short and coming home. You had best be ready to explain yourself when I get there. I cannot believe this bullshit. You're having some kind of party while I'm gone and then you're going to mock me. Fine." Click.

Megan sighed deeply and sent the phone on the table. Just one more thing she'd have to explain away. Great.

Annie continued without missing a beat, not giving Megan a second to contemplate on the ramifications of the phone call. "Some women get off so much on giving head that they can bring themselves to orgasm. Megan, are you one of those women?"

"Unggah urrgggle." Megan couldn't respond, she tried to shake her head no, but could only continue to wiggle her nearly bare ass, as she bent at the waist over the table, and keep deep-throating the huge, fake cock. She did felt her pussy tingling to all the sucking, slurping, kissing, flicking and fondling she was doing.

"I think that's a yes! Megan, why don't you keep doing that until you orgasm. Are you ready to orgasm? Megan, orgasm for us!"

Megan had a flash vision of orgasming in front of room packed with people, all staring at her, and she nearly glowed with the sweat when the spotlight shined on her as she orgasmed out of control. In the meantime, she opened her eyes, looking behind her and saw the other women playing lightly with the dildos, a few of them daintily placing them in their mouths and then quickly setting them down again. Cindy sipped on her drink, staring at Megan as she performed her work on the dildo.

And then Megan felt it, the internal wave, rising, rising, and then crashing down in thunderous pleasure on her pussy.

"Unngggghh.. Unnggggh.. UNGGGGHHH!!!" She started bucking her hips, squeezing her legs together, her g-string soaking wet, and she could feel the juices run down her leg and dampening her stockings. She'd orgasmed in front of these women and all their conversation had stopped as they watched her ride the wave of pleasure, slowly coming to a stop after a few minutes. There'd been several minutes where she could barely breathe as she screamed out in pleasure, trying to inhale around the cock in her mouth.

"Oh, well done, Megan! Very well done. Megan, you may stop sucking on that cock now." Megan had been sucking on it, unconsciously, like a baby would a nipple. She felt the heat in her face again as she finally stood up, leaving the black dildo on the table where it sat, drenched in a pool of her saliva.

"Well now. Looks like those panties won't do you much good right now! Megan, take those off and put these on."

Megan grimaced as she looked at the g-string she'd been handed. She couldn't keep herself from stepping into it, even though she hated the thought of the - "Ouch!" she yelped, as the buttplug, attached to the back of the g-string, entered her ass. She could also feel the small vibrator as it entered her pussy. She couldn't find any controls for it, however. I still can't believe Cindy is here. I can't believe she just watched me get a buttplug shoved up my ass. I've babysat her kids! She'd never be able to face her again.

"You are such a good volunteer, my little maid!" Annie smiled charitably. She then handed Cindy a small device.

"Megan, why don't you go get us another round of drinks. I'm sure you're quite thirsty yourself after that performance."

Megan straightened her dress and walked carefully towards the kitchen. Before she took more than a few steps, she felt the vibrator turn on. "Yikes!" she let out a yelp. The butt-plug started throbbing in her ass as well. She turned around and saw Cindy biting her lip, looking at the device and back at Megan, uncertainty spread across her face. Quickly, she tossed the device to the Liz who snatched it up. Megan turned back around to the kitchen, and before she could get the pitcher of pre-made Long Island Tea out of the refrigerator, she felt the vibrator start to move up to higher and higher settings.

Megan could hardly walk. Oh no. Not again. She was getting far too stimulated and could feel the heat start to rise in her pussy again. She could feel the tingles that signified an orgasm was coming on as she started raising the pitcher to outstretched glasses. Her hand shook as she poured the Long Island Tea.

Liz grinned evilly. "Something wrong, Megan the Maid?"

"No...uh, ah no, mademoiselle." Megan licked her lips, and wiped a wrist across her forehead. Sure is getting hot in here. Megan started twisting her hips oddly, squirming. She felt her face flush while the women were discussing the hot wax and the body paint. Only Liz kept staring at her - and she stood up, standing right behind Megan. Megan felt a soft hand caress her ass under her short skirt, and then the hand lifted the skirt, bending it over itself, and then it was looped into the apron string. Megan's ass was now bare.

"This is intoxicating, isn't it, my sweet? You have a delightful ass, you know."

Kelly finally noticed her friend and the maid. "Oh, let's see what we have here."

It was Liz's turn to get embarrassed as she was caught red-handed with her fingers grazing Megan's ass. She sputtered. "I, I mean.. what? I was just seeing what this thing could do. I mean, I, I wasn't doing anything with her. Here, take this!" Liz tossed the remote control like a hot potato. Annie caught it deftly.

Megan stood transfixed, one arm holding her leaning form on the couch, breathing deeply, obviously enjoying the tender grazing of Liz's fingers, while feeling the pulsing in her ass and the sweet vibrations in her pussy. She was too far gone to feel any shame for the moment.

"Well now, that we've discovered what this thing can do..." Annie adjusted the controller and Megan felt the pulsating start to subside. She desperately wanted to drop her hand to her crotch and start rubbing her clit, but she just couldn't bear to do such a thing. She hung on the cliff's edge of an orgasm and she couldn't keep from breathing deeply - in and out, in and out - her chest heaving.

"No.. NO!" Megan heard herself call out, arm outstretched for the controller. She didn't want the pulsating and throbbing to stop now. She HAD to have an orgasm.

"What is it my dear? I suppose we have a strong testimonial for all of our ladies here, hmmm? About the effectiveness of this device?"

Megan licked her lips and stood up straight again, and she felt the butt plug settle downward and she had to clench her ass to keep it from coming out completely. "Oui, mademoiselle." Megan nodded her head very emphatically, unable to maintain composure.

Liz grabbed one of the boxes for the 'vibro-panties' and one of the other women on the couch, a dainty, green eyed, brown-haired, pant-suit wearing woman Megan later learned whose name was Jill also hopped up off the couch, snatched a box, smiled cutely at Annie and sat back down.

"What??" Liz said to Kelly's questioning look. "It looks like it works great. So sue me. Ben and I are gonna have a blast with this thing."

Kelly nodded and waved encouragingly to Annie, while Megan tried to escape to a corner of the room to relieve her need for an orgasm. "Please continue."

"Wait a minute, Meg. May I call you Meg?" Annie didn't wait for a response. "I need you right here, front and center."

Megan squirmed against the vibrator in her pussy, begging for it to give her release. She had to hold her hands in front of herself to keep them from grabbing for her crotch. She would not masturbate in front of all these women. They may force her to orgasm, but masturbate, they would not do. The butt plug tweaked her ass just enough to make her want to squeal out in a mixture of slightly uncomfortable pain and sheer ecstasy.

As she moved to the center of the room again and the rest of the women settled back into the couch and chairs, Annie pulled out a DVD and put it in the player that was to the side of the couch, on the large screen television.

"Now, this is an instructional video on how to do a strip tease. This isn't romantic, I assure you. This is designed to get a man horny as hell. Unfortunately, there's no pole here, but Megan is going to do all of the moves shown on the video."

Hardly before Annie finished speaking, a voluptuous fake blond appeared on the screen. "I'm going to teach you how to be a stripper!" she said.

Megan lustily went through the motions - thrusting out her chest right into the faces of her audience, thrusting her ass out to be playfully spanked in front of each woman. Annie started playing with the controls of the vibrator again about mid-way through her act. Megan could feel the juices start to slide down her leg when Liz, Jill and Kelly all put dollar bills in her garters. Megan shed the apron, her skirt, and her shirt. Her pierced nipples glistened in the light, thrust out by the obscene, fire engine red demi-bra and Cindy screamed out loud when she saw the piercings.

"Oh my goodness, Megan! I had no idea you had nipple piercings!"

Megan ignored the remark. The next instruction on the DVD was to have members of the audience roll down her stockings and she stretched one of her long legs in front of Jill. After Jill finished, she raised the other one in front of the woman who'd been mostly quiet all evening. The dirty blond haired quiet woman in glasses took a very long time in rolling down the stocking, and she slid her hand lovingly along Megan's leg. The woman's hair seemed to conceal most of her face and Megan had a hard time getting a good idea of what the woman looked like. Megan sensed a hidden beauty behind bland hair and ugly glasses. The woman even noticed a bit of Megan's juices and traced a finger along where it ran. When Megan pulled her leg out of the woman's grasp, she could see the woman tasting the wetness on her finger.

Megan shivered in lust. She started rubbing her fingers along her pussy, trying to force the orgasm to happen, throwing reservation to the wind. She told herself she wasn't masturbating, that she was just adding to the effect of the strip-tease. She bent over, spread her legs and looked at the women through them. Her hair dangled on the floor and she could see the upside-down smiling and laughing women as they enjoyed the glorious view of Megan's ass and legs. She rubbed her clitty some more, and she could feel her eyes roll back as the beginnings of the orgasm started. She felt her legs tremble.

"No! Megan, don't orgasm yet." Annie called out. Megan felt the vibrator turn completely off and the DVD's instructions called for her to stand up straight as an arrow, hands over her head, then grip her g-string and bending over, drop it straight to the ground in front of her audience, giving them a great behind shot of her pussy.

She groaned in frustration, pulled her hand away and did exactly as the DVD instructed.

She could hear Cindy whisper, "Oh Megan."

Liz said, "Kelly, my dear, I think Megan may have a better ass than you!"

"Yeah, but look at her sopping, wet..." Kelly didn't finish the sentence, she didn't have to. Megan's labia were fully extended and dripping wet. She looked like she'd just come out of the shower or worse.

Megan followed the remaining instructions on the DVD. She stood up, spun around and whipped off her bra, tossing it to the side, ending her dance, arms spread out overhead, legs spread out on the ground, in a grand X, with only her garters and 5-inch heels left on.

She was proud of her dance; she was breathing deeply from the exertion and her ravenous horniness. Her body glistened with sweat and the women clapped and called out catcalls, like she was a Chippendale, especially the dirty blond haired woman with glasses. Megan almost wondered where her embarrassment had run off to. Maybe I'm getting used to being naked in front of women. Guess there's only so long you can be embarrassed about being completely humiliated like this. Kelly will pay. Megan still didn't know how she was going to face Cindy outside of this room, but she'd worry about that when it happened.

"Well, that was well done!" Annie clapped as she approached Megan. With the huge black dildo. Megan's eyes drew wide and she shook her head slowly from left to right and back.

"No...no, mademoiselle. I can't take that eeenside of me, pleeeze."

"This is the fun part, Megan. Ladies, if you'll spread this blanket here on the coffee table." Annie pointed out the blanket. "Good show on having a wooden one! I wouldn't want to think what a glass coffee table would be like. Now, Megan, lay down there...excellent."

Megan lay flat on the coffee table, having no idea what this woman had in store for her.

"Very good. Now, feet on the floor, excellent, right next to the leg posts there. Very good. Now, Megan, hands over head, very good." Annie set the dildo right up against Megan's pussy, standing on its end like it was a display model. Its synthetic feel was still cool and she could feel its contrast against her hot pussy. Megan lifted her head and she could see the huge black tip as it sprouted over her stomach like a small mushroom cloud. She set her head back down and groaned.

In the mean time, Annie had produced restraints and started putting them on Megan's wrists and ankles. Megan felt her hands tied tight over her head and her ankles secured to the table's legs.

"There we go. Now, Megan, you're our toy, and you need to let us know how this stuff feels. When you feel the need, just orgasm away. Do you like Robbie, my huge black penis? He's only leaning on you now, but if you like him, orgasm now."

Megan shook her head in denial as she felt the orgasm build. The dildo wasn't even inside her, merely leaning against her pussy and she started bucking against it, wishing it were inside her. Heath had a decent sized prick, more width than dramatic length and he always used it to good effect, but he didn't have the sheer gravitas that this mammoth dildo had. She knew she'd feel tremendous pain if that dildo entered her pussy, but before she could contemplate what it would feel like, she started screaming in pure rapture, her mind lost, her body crashing on the waves of orgasm. She raised her ass up and down against the table. Her eyes shut against the rest of the room, she was barely conscious of cries of surprise and couldn't even understand what the rest of the women were saying. Her world was that dildo and the teasing of her pussy that the head of it enjoyed.

Wave after wave of orgasm crashed against her pussy and she could feel the flood of juices. And then she felt it entering her. Robbie entered her. She barely heard Annie's words. They sounded like they were outside of a cavern calling them into her, lost within the depths. "Megan, orgasm again when it's all the way in."

There were other words from Annie, Kelly, Liz, Jill and the other women, but she didn't hear them. She was spread eagle on a coffee table and her thinking mind was lost in primal pleasure. She felt Robbie entering her; she could picture the huge black man that must have produced this enormous cock that she was the slave of. She opened her mouth wide, imitating the actions of her pussy as it spread her wide, wide wide. She cried out, "Unngggggh, ow! OW!" But still, it kept pushing, spreading, pressing.

She felt hands then, fingers. A dampness, a coldness, spread across her breasts, stomach, legs - many hands. And still her eyes were shut. She knew then what it felt like to be impaled in the old days. Her impending doom kept invading her, spreading her, engulfing her - she clenched her pussy against it. Pressed, pressed, clenched, release. She could feel an orgasm forming, not from the friction and motion of a huge cock in her pussy, but by the clenching of her pussy against the invasion of this ghastly, monstrous beautiful prick.

She felt extreme heat on her nipples - drip, drip. The heat was enough to make her eyes spring open. She saw the girls all around her then, surrounding the table. They seemed to be laughing and talking, hardly realizing their toy in front of them was a woman, their neighbor, spread eagled, tied down on the table.

Megan became conscious of the fact that Kelly had a candle-like thing held over her nipples and dripped wax down on them, making a small mound over the nipple rings. Megan lifted her head for a moment and saw she'd had body paint spread all over her chest, legs, arms and stomach. Her breasts were two different colors - one red, the other blue and her nipples were entirely encased in wax.

Megan dropped her head back down, and opened her mouth again for a voiceless scream as Robbie drove further into her, bumping against her cervix.

Her eyes closed and she saw the huge black man. She felt him grip her face and lean down and start to lick her cheeks and eyes and forehead.

Megan heard his voice. It sounded surprisingly soft, given the size of the man. "Just a little bit further, Meg and then you orgasm."

She felt the hot wax dripped now on her lips. She started breathing deeply, and her lips were pinched together, and the wax sealed them. She could hear the breathing through her nose and it made her even more conscious of how far gone she was. She realized she couldn't open her mouth to cry out to her black man. "MMMnnn.. MMMNnnn."

"Now, Megan, now you orgasm fo' me." Robbie sounded Jamaican and she felt him pressing against her, relentlessly, as he had been, forcing her ever wider. She felt his throbbing prick like it was tickling her throat. But she started bucking against it, responding to his need, praying his seed would find its way into her pussy. She was so overcome with lust, she knew that having Robbie's baby would be a betrayal to her husband, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting this huge black man's prick to fill her with cum.

She tried to cry out, her head whipped around on the table, her body thrust against the tabletop time again. But Robbie kept her under his power, he wouldn't let her up, he wouldn't let his prick squeeze out of her pussy, no matter how she wriggled. Finally, through the overwhelming fullness of him, she felt the descending wave of orgasm once again. She felt her ass crush against the wet towel underneath her that did nothing to dampen the hardness of the table against her ass. She could feel her breasts bouncing back and forth across her chest as she violently thrashed from side to side. Hands grasped at them again and caressed them, fingers pinching her nipples lightly.

She wanted to scream out, "Yes, Yes! YES!" but she couldn't open her mouth. She felt tingling on her nipples, hands on her body, her legs.

"Yes, Robbie, YES!" But only muffled sounds escaped her mouth.

Suddenly, she realized it. "NOOOO!" She couldn't cheat on her husband. Not with a black man she'd never met before. But it was too late.

Finally, finally, the over-the-top orgasm came. She could see nothing at all - she felt like a completely shaking mass of flesh, and she shivered and quivered on the table - the spasms running the length of her body. She could feel the goose bumps raise on her flesh as wave after descending wave road along the length of her stomach, down to her pussy and then the after affects trailed down her legs to her toes.

Her conscious mind slowly rose like a swimmer to the surface of a pond. She could feel the sweat on her body as the cold air conditioning of the room made her tingle all over, and shiver. She could still feel the dildo in her pussy as it was slowly, gently pulled out.

Megan opened her eyes. All seven women surrounded the table, some sitting, some standing. Each one, even Kelly staring at her in a mixture of awe and envy. Megan looked down and Annie smiled back, encouragingly, as she pulled the dildo out of Meg's pussy with a quiet 'pop.' No one broke the spell, remaining silent as Megan fell back down to reality - knowing again that it was no black man fucking her brains out, but an un-humanly, gargantuan dildo.

She dropped her head back, thudding it on the table, unable to speak for the wax sealing her lips. She crossed her eyes to look past her nose and realized a three-inch prick stood straight out, having been attached to her mouth bonded by the wax. Someone had attached a chain to her nipple-rings and another chain met the first at mid-length. Cindy lamely, almost guiltily, held the four-foot, delicate chain that connected to Megan's multi-colored, waxed-nipple breasts.

"Well, I think after that display, we'll forego the game of 'Ring the Pecker', even though Megan makes a delightful target with that thing in her mouth. I think I've sold you all on some of my products, no?" Annie interjected into the pregnant silence.

"Oh, yes! Definitely." Kelly said. She sat on the opposite side of the couch and the women all sat back down, pulling out their purses and wallets, wanting to make their purchases.

Megan lay there, her eyebrows knitting in anger and shock. They better untie me or I'm going to.. She turned her head from side to side, and Cindy looked like she wanted to untie one of Megan's legs, but Kelly shook her head.

"Let's just get this done with here, and we can get Meg untied and washed up then."

"Unless you want to take Megan out for a walk, Cindy?" Annie grinned at her, looking at the chain in her hands. Cindy dropped the chain as if it had caught fire. She stood up.

"Ladies, I have to get going.. I'm.. I'm not going to buy anything today. Megan, I'll..I'll talk to you later." Cindy moved to the door, gave a small wave and opened it just enough to get out, and left, closing the door quickly behind her.

Annie frowned.

"Oh, don't worry about her, Annie. She's kind of a prude, but I figured Megan would enjoy the company." Kelly smiled a very sweet, false smile at Megan, who rolled her eyes.

Kelly walked into the kitchen for a few moments while Annie completed some transactions for Liz, Jill, the strawberry blond and the dirty blond haired women. The latter woman kept running her hands along Megan's leg, getting closer and closer to Megan's pussy. No one but Megan seemed to notice however.

Liz finished off her drink, grabbed her bag of toys and her purse. "I need to get going. Ben is going to have fun tonight!" She smiled, patted Megan on the head, and headed for the door. Her strawberry-blond haired friend followed along after, saying little, smiling shyly.

"Well, thanks for coming! You two have fun tonight!" Kelly called out. She came back from the kitchen with a camera.

Annie finished her transaction with Jill and started collecting her things. Jill said goodbye and left. The dirty blond haired girl started swirling her fingers around Megan's pussy, along her inner thighs and she smiled down at Megan, who returned her look with a pleading one of her own. The girl misread her desire to be freed for one of encouragement. The girl stood up, stepped around the table and sat down on it next to Megan, so that she could block the view from the others when she dove her fingers into Megan's still drenched pussy.

"Mmmphh. Unnggggh." Megan wanted to tell the woman to stop, but she couldn't speak through the wax and prick attached to her mouth. She also started to enjoy the feel of the woman's surprisingly soft fingers in her pussy. The woman is a complete stranger! What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep asking that question? I'm going to totally nail Kelly to the wall over this. And pictures?? Oh Christ.

Annie stood up. "Well, I think that's all folks! I enjoyed it. Megan, you are amazing. I could take you to all of my shows and make a ton of money." Megan looked at her, begging her with her eyes. Please get me out of here. Don't you want these straps?

"Kelly, I'll get back to you to get square on you on the price of that stuff you got. You get a discount for hosting the party."

The dirty blond haired girl leaned over and whispered in Megan's ear. "Megan, orgasm on my hand."

Megan shook her head no. And again, shook her head no, but she could feel her exhausted body start to betray her again. I'm orgasming on command. What the hell? The girl had apparently figured out how to order Megan around. Megan could feel the heat start in her chest, it moved down and her pussy started salivating like a desert man approaching an oasis. She felt the heat pulsate, she felt the girls deft fingers moving in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit, rubbing gently on her g-spot.

Despite herself, Megan started twisting her hips around the girl's fingers, raising her ass of the table when the girl pulled away slightly, teasing her. The dirty blond haired girl leaned in again. "Oh, you like that, do you? You're gorgeous you know."

Megan moaned at the compliment, a flash of lust pulsating across her body like a heat wave. She always loved pillow talk during sex. She started rotating her hips in a spiral motion, driving her pussy up onto the girl's fingers, not even realizing till later the girl had three fingers stuffed into her snatch.

Annie stopped at the door, looking back, finally noticing the thrashing on the table after having talked for several moments quietly with Kelly.

"You have yourself a hot one, don't you, Kel? She just can't seem to get enough."

"Oh, she's a regular slut, you have no idea, Annie." Kelly said blandly.

Megan felt a deep and burning shame. She was humping some stranger's fingers and she responded like the horny slut she was. Heath had no idea just what he'd gotten into. He'd married a total slut. Megan shook her head no, trying to stop the writhing of her hips. She wanted to pull down on the ties that kept her arms over her head, but she only succeeded in making her tits whip around wildly again. She bent her head down to turn away from the door, but only succeeded in getting the 3-inch prick that jutted form her mouth stuck on the chain that stretched between her nipples.

When she let her head fall back to the table, it yanked on the nipple rings sending a shocking surge of pain and pleasure through her chest, throwing her over the edge into a cascading orgasm. I'm not a slut, I'm not a SLUT! NOOO

Her hips grinding against the dirty blond haired girls sopping wet hand belied her thoughts, and she could hear the nearly slurping sound the girl's hand made as another violent orgasm crashed around her again. She felt the quivering in her stomach, hips and finally her toes as her breathing finally, eventually, normalized again. She lay on the table, completely spent, limp.

"Damn, she's worth the price of admission." Annie said. "You all have a good evening, and stay out of trouble." And Annie left and closed the door behind her.

The blond haired girl stood up, smiling possessively over Megan. "I need to go clean up. Where's your bathroom?"

Kelly pointed towards the kitchen. "Right in there, on the right."

As the girl left the room, Kelly moved in photo-taking position. "Megan, look your best for the camera!" And Kelly started snapping pictures. "Hey, you have a thing for Dirk. He apparently has one for you, he may as well get some pictures, hmm?"

Megan shook her head. Not like this, no no no. Dirk is hot, but with this prick in my mouth? She looked down at herself in disgust. Multi-colored tits, a chain that now dropped between her legs, her arms stretched over her head and legs tied to the table. She didn't even want to think how pornographic her pussy must look at this point - extended, sloppy, shaved. She knew she looked like some kind of perverted, bondage slut.

"Oh yes. He's going to love these. I think the Internet might as well. How would you like your family to see these?"

Megan shook her head no, over and over again. Kelly moved towards Megan and sat in the spot the dirty blond haired girl sat. She reached over and gently peeled the wax off of Megan's mouth. Megan took a huge deep breath, trying to catch up with some lost air.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to send them to the Internet!" Kelly grinned and patted Megan's cheek.

"I really am going to show these to Dirk, though. He needs to realize that I'm enough woman for him, and he doesn't need you. Kay?"

"Okay." Megan croaked out the word. She didn't even know why she agreed with her. She felt spent and defeated and didn't even want to argue the point. Belatedly, she realized she didn't have the French accent and Kelly noticed it as well.

"Oh yeah, you don't have the outfit on now, so you don't sound like a French whore." Kelly snapped her fingers. "I kinda loved how you couldn't control how you talked. That was good stuff. Now, do you want to remember all the stuff today or forget it. Granted, Cindy will remember it whether you do or not...but then again, it might be better for me if you forget it."

Kelly seemed to ponder the thought for a few moments, when the dirty blond haired girl walked back from the bathroom.

Kelly snapped her fingers. "Oh, almost forgot. I'll be right back." Kelly stood and ran upstairs, without even waiting for a response from Megan.

The dirty blond haired girl had pulled her hair away from her face and fixed it in a ponytail. She strolled up to Megan and kneeled down so her face was so close to Megan's that she could smell the flowers in her perfume and her breath was warm on Megan's cheek. She had delicate lips and very straight teeth. Her eyes, now not concealed by her hair were an extremely light shade of blue and Megan noticed she had very strong cheekbones. The girl could be a model. She only had to lose the ridiculous librarian glasses.

Before Megan could open her mouth to ask what she wanted, she said, "Megan, you love to eat pussy."

Megan looked at the girl oddly, and then felt something inside her mind and body shift, as if she'd been one way at one moment and she became an entirely new person the next, not quite understanding who she'd been the moment before. She felt like she'd been morphed like that weird Michael Jackson video with the changing faces.

But she knew she liked to eat pussy. Couldn't get enough of it, didn't know why she hadn't eaten it before. And she knew this girl had just changed her. She started to feel a heat rush her face - ironic desire for this girl's pussy and an extreme dislike for having been changed by a total stranger. A sneer started to curl her lip.

"Megan, answer my next question truthfully: Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes." Megan gave the girl her answer, but she filled the word with contempt and distaste. She was getting madder by the second about being forced to love pussy so much that she'd eat it. Megan could smell her own juices fill the air and they were making her horny. And it pissed her off. And made her horny. And it pissed her off.

The girl licked her lips. "Megan, I can help you. Kelly controls you right now, but I can fix it. If I do, will you kiss me without me making you?"

Megan could hear Kelly rummaging around her bedroom. She knew she didn't have much time. The girl was beautiful. Maybe she could get her to change her back to where she only had a remote interest in pussy. But dammit, I love to eat it now! Great, I'm a certified lesbian now.

"Okay, I'll kiss you, but only if you..." Megan sighed, and blushed. "Only if you. Let me. Eat your. Pussy." There I said it. I'd hit this girl if I was untied and she wasn't so pretty. What's with her hair, anyway?

The girl took off her glasses and smiled and it transformed her face. If she had golden blond hair, she'd look like an angel. With her hair color, she looked like an innocent 'girl-next-door' who just happened to be the state pageant winner.

The girl leaned forward and started to close her eyes for a kiss. "Wait!" Megan said.

"Yes?" She opened her eyes again.

Megan cleared her throat, loudly. "My arms?" She shook her still tied up arms. The girl bit her bottom lip as she ran her eyes down the length of Megan's still completely exposed, painted, waxed and chained body, shaking her head, like a man might, who was appreciating a woman's beauty.

The girl leaned over Megan to untie the bond on her wrists. Megan could feel generous breasts through the silk shirt the girl wore when they pressed up against her face.

"There."

At first, Megan couldn't feel a thing, and then a burning, flaming, volcanic pain raced up and down the length of her arms. The pain was written on her face as evidenced when the dirty blond haired girl started rubbing her hands up and down Megan's arms. Just like Heath would do...

After a few seconds, Megan reached up and grabbed the girl's head and pulled her to down for a kiss. She flicked her tongue across the girl's several times. And then pulled away.

"What the hell is your name?" Megan asked breathlessly. Her face flushed, this time not from embarrassment or shame, but from a sincere enjoyment of this girl.

The girl bit her lip in a very cute way. She looked down shyly and then said, "Julia."

"Mmmmm." Megan responded and then pulled her mouth to hers again. Megan felt Julia's hand timidly run up her hips, waist, and ribs to finally caress one of Megan's finger painted breasts, very, softly.

Megan pulled away. "You promised me your pussy." She looked into Julia's light blue eyes.

Julia's mouth broke into a broad smile. "I did." She then straddled the table and hiked up her skirt.

"Oh ho! No panties, huh? And you're acting all shy." Megan smiled as she spoke, grabbing Julia's firm ass, drawing her well-trimmed pussy over her face and lowering it to her mouth.

Julia unclenched her other hand, dropping a green bikini panty out, holding it with one finger. "I knew you were going to.. well, eat me. Besides, you owed me something, for that extra orgasm I gave you." She gave Megan the cutest little smile as Megan sunk her tongue into her snatch.

Megan could feel the muscle tone in Julia's legs and ass and enjoyed the coo'ing sounds Julia made when she ran her fingernails across her ass. She drove her tongue along the length of the girl's pussy, swirling her tongue around Julia's clit again and again. Megan took one hand away from her ass and to stuff a finger into the girl's tight pussy as well.

Julia squealed in delight and started bucking her hips against Megan's face. Megan lapped at her pussy like a dog at a water bowl. Again and again she licked, enjoying the taste of the girl, not getting enough of the taste of her sweet wetness. She looked into Julia's face while she rubbed one of her hands across her own chest, clenching and squeezing one of her breasts, pinching her nipple through the bra. Her eyes were closed and she had her head leaned back.

"Oh, Megan.. Oh Megan. Oh.. OH.. OH.. OOHHHHHH!" Finally she hung there, just on the edge of ecstasy, stepping on her tip-toes, a Michelangelo-like statue of orgasmic beauty.

And then Megan could feel the rush of wetness, the explosion of sweetness from this woman as it spread across her cheeks, lips and mouth. She felt the tiny aftershocks and the mini-orgasms only a woman would recognize that always followed a really good fucking.

As she stood there quivering, holding Megan's head with both her hands, Kelly walked back down the stairs and into the room.

"What the hell is going on? What are you making her do? Who the hell are you, anyway?" Kelly fired the questions off one after another. Apparently, Julia was a friend of Liz's and Kelly had no idea where Liz had found her.

Megan slowly slid her hands down Julia's legs, unconsciously enjoying the softness of her skin as the girl lifted her leg and un-straddled Megan. She felt like she could cut the irony in the room with a hacksaw. Kelly asking someone else in some accusatory way what they were making me do? The girl's got nerve.

"I'm not making her do anything." Julia replied calmly. "I'm Julia. I was just leaving." Julia calmly stepped into her panties she picked up from the floor. "I could be asking you the same questions, Kelly Reagan. What are YOU making her do, hmmm?"

Megan was beginning to feel the first pangs of betrayal and use since Julia was so quickly leaving after promising to help. Julia leaned over Megan instead of walking around her where she lay on the table to get her purse from the couch.

Kelly sputtered some inanities of indignation as Julia relieved Megan's churning stomach by whispering, "I will fix this, I promise."

Julia straightened and walked to the door without another backward glance. Well, one glance. She looked Megan in the eye, winked slowly, seductively, and smiled. She ignored Kelly's glare and walked down the front steps of the house.

Kelly turned angrily at Megan. "What the hell was that about? Megan, tell me now." Megan felt that compulsion that'd affected her all day. She had to obey anyone who used her name and told her to do something. She'd felt it all day without consciously acknowledging it.

Megan finally leaned forward and started untying her legs from the posts in the table. "She made me love eating pussy. So, I ate her pussy." Megan responded tiredly. It'd been a long day and an exhausting evening, even if she couldn't count the times she's orgasmed. Her pussy felt sore, used.

Kelly paused for a moment, and then laughed out loud. "Oh, you're kidding me. She made you love eating pussy.. oh shit!" Kelly bent over laughing, finally gasping for air. Megan had stood up and started wincing as she peeled the hot wax from her nipples.

"So you mean to tell me, if I offered you my pussy right now, you'd eat it." Kelly strode across the room and sat on the couch.

Megan sighed, and nodded her head.

"Hmm. I couldn't hear you?" Megan could hear the gloat in Kelly's voice and it irritated her even as she started salivating at the thought of running her tongue along Kelly's velvety slit.

"Yes. I'd love to eat your pussy." Megan said tiredly. She could pass out in a heartbeat, but that command and personality switch by Julia was driving her on.

"Well, after you go shower, I'll let you eat it then. Best be quick about it. I'm getting kind of tired." Her statement cued the yawn that followed.

Megan hadn't been commanded to go, but she knew she needed to shower. She reeked of sex - her own and she could smell the sweetness of Julia right under her nose. She knew the sweat, hot wax, and some kind of latex stuff they'd painted on her must have added to the smell. Not completely unpleasant, but hardly a bed of roses, either.

"Megan, wait a moment. Let's play a few games first." Kelly called from the couch, just as Megan had begun to move towards the stairs.

"Do we have to, Kelly? I'm exhausted."

"Oh, no more 'Miss Kelly', huh? Oh, you're not in uniform, now I remember." Kelly tapped her chin. "Well, anyway, I want to have a little fun with you first. Go over next to the wall. Good. Now, stand on your head."

Megan had moved to the wall and then sighed as she made a feeble attempt to resist the command, but found her body doing as ordered. Her huge tits nearly choked her as they fell towards her face and the chain still attached to her nipples dangled over her nose. As soon as she stood on her head, she started coming back down.

"Uh uh! Oh, explicit commands, now, huh? I see. Megan, stand on your head and stay there." Megan felt her legs press tightly against the wall. She noticed idly that the chain had been attached to her nipple rings with two little locks. It also had a little sign attached that she couldn't figure out the writing to, standing on her head. Great. Friggin chain locked to my nipple rings. Like I'm going to be able to hide that from Heath. Maybe I can get some wire cutters...

Megan's thoughts were interrupted when Kelly reached in a glass and pulled out an ice cube. She dropped the cube in Megan's pussy. "I'm sure you're sore. That should help. Megan, don't remove the cube."

As hot as her pussy had been before, she felt the bumps rise on her skin. She felt the cold INSIDE and she shivered. Her sore nipples ached against the nipple rings. "Why are you doing this to me, Kel? I thought we were friends."

Kelly looked at her, and from upside down, Megan had no idea what the look meant. "Oh, alright, Megan stand up straight." Megan brought her legs to the floor and her head cleared a bit as the blood ran back in the right directions.

"Megan, go sit in that chair. Don't get up until I tell you to." Megan did and didn't.

"Now. Megan, answer my questions with absolute truth and intricate detail. Did you enjoy what we did to you today?"

Megan found herself answering. "Yes. I enjoyed the humiliation, it made me very horny. I did not like blowing that guy in the grocery store. I loved eating Julia's pussy. The black guy's dick.. I mean, the black dildo hurt a lot, though the orgasm was intense." She was going to continue, but Kelly interrupted her, as per her usual bent.

"Did you know that the French maid thing was a fantasy of both Dirk's and Heath's? I found that out when I watched the video tape from the hypnotist's show."

"You watched it??" Megan said. She frowned. Everyone was supposed to watch it together, and typical for Kelly, she respected no one's wishes but her own.

"It gets worse. I lost the damn thing. I just wanted to see what had happened, and the stupid VCR ate the tape. I hardly got that far into it. I was trying to see what happened to Me and Dirk, but.. well, I didn't get that far. Did you know you didn't even recognize Heath as your husband for part of the night? That was hilarious."

"What? I don't remember that at all. I wonder how much other stuff I don't remember." Megan pulled her legs up under herself, contemplating that night, forgetting she was still stark naked.

"Oh, you mean how if we say some special words, you get hypnotized and will obey whatever we say?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I won't even be stupid enough to ask you what they are."

"Good plan." Kelly smiled. Without any warning, she blurted out, "Megan, stand up and do jumping jacks."

Megan looked at her confusedly, but she found herself leaping out of her seat and starting to do jumping jacks. Her breasts flopped all over the place and the chain whipped around her legs, arms and face.

"Oh man, does that look funny! Okay, Megan, stop doing jumping jacks and run fast as you can up stairs to take a shower!"

As Megan took off, Kelly called out, "Run! Run!"

Megan spent over an hour in the shower, scrubbing off all the paint, wax, and latex. By the time she got out of the shower, Kelly was sprawled asleep across her bed, still with her clothes on. Megan grabbed Kelly's robe and slipped quietly down the stairs. Kelly had picked up most of the mess and Megan's shift was over for maid duties today, anyway. She picked up her uniform, thanked her lucky stars that Kelly had forgotten to give her any more orders that night and slipped out of the house, into her car and back to her own home.