Sue

The last month have been torture and pleasure at the same time. Mike has shown me so much about myself that I never knew.

I can still remember how shocked I was when Mike opened the gift from me and it was those two keys, the keys to my life. I had dreamt of pulling those keys from my heart and giving them to my Master, but I did not realize that would become a reality and that my master would be Mike. I did not know then how much pleasure there was in just obeying him.

That first week he had me throw out all my panties and bras except my silk thong panties. Next he had me buy more silk thongs, silk bikini panties with ties on the side, and silk half cup bras that kept my tits pushed up but did not cover the nipples. All my old nylons where thrown out and I had to buy hose and garters. My new shoes consisted of 6” pumps and go-go boots. Around home this is all I was allowed to wear.

When I went out I was allowed to wear micro skirts and tight tops that allowed anyone to see my nipples trying to poke out when I was aroused. Since Mike only allowed me to wear panties out when he wasn’t around and going pantiless was a turn on in itself, I was almost always in a constant state of arousal.

He fucked me every way he could think of. He was very gracious in that the he let me stretch my asshole out for three days, each day inserting another of my cum soaked fingers up my hole while we fucked. The first time he thrust up my ass, I never knew something could hurt so badly but feel so good.

Then there was the humiliation of having to suck my own shit off his dick when he was through. I mean it was bad enough having to suck my own pussy juice off his cock but I had learned to enjoy that by then. I must have reached my third orgasm in an hour while I sucked my shit off his cock. He was right about me be aroused by humiliation.

Sometimes when we are out driving, he will have me pull up my shirt and press my tits against the window flashing whatever male is on the other side. I mean male, sometimes they are just young teenagers. After one or two times of this, I am so wet that if he wouldn’t fuck me, I have to start masturbating there in front of him. He always makes me lick my fingers clean.

The most humiliating act he had me perform so far was last Tuesday. He bought me some four jingle bells attached one inch wide three inch long strap While I was trying to figure why he bought Christmas decoration in late February, he asked me for my cell phone. First he set it on vibrate mode and then using a rawhide lace, he tied the bells to them.

“Shove this up your cunt, Sue,” he commanded me.

I wanted to argue but he was my master and he held the key to obedience. I had to obey. Just thinking of what he might have me do got my juice flowing. How could I have become so crude? At least the lubrication helped me shove the phone up my cunt.

While I was doing this, Mike had pulled into a mall parking lot and parked. While I watched, he took out his phone and called. My phone not only vibrated, sending shivers through me, but also caused the jingle bells to ring.

“Now I want you to walk casually down the center of the mall and back. You must hold the phone in with your pussy and don’t let it drop out. Every time it rings you will reach an orgasm but only come part way down from it. You will not recognize me until I call your name.”

“Mike, you can’t have me do this. My skirt won’t even hide the bells, they will show between my legs,” I foolishly argued.

“Just for arguing, if the phone rings three or more times, you are to stop and grab your ankles until it stops ringing or I tell you to get up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” What was I to do, arguing would only get me more in trouble. He got out of the car with me and then started me toward the mall. Sure enough, three shinny one-inch diameter jingle bells hung below my skirt’s hem, which barely covered my ass as it was. Every move I made was accentuated by the jingle of bells. By the time I got to the entrance, I had lost track of Mike and was on my own.

At least the mall wasn’t overly crowded. I made it about the half of the way down the mall when the first phone call came. The buzz sent me over the edge as the bells announced what a slut I was. I barely contained a moan of pleasure. When I looked around, I was in front of sports store and the young man behind the counter just gawked at me. I don’t know how many shade of red I became.

“Why are there bells hanging between that ladies legs?” I heard a little boy ask his mother. The mother glanced at me in shock and then hurried the boy away. “Just let me make it to the end,” I thought.

Phone call two came at the end of the mall. I was still riding the buzz of the first orgasm, when this more intense one hit me. “Ahh,’ jingle jingle, jingle I went. I was so wet now that it took all I had to hold that phone from just popping out. At least this mall only had one corridor. I quickly made the turn and started back.

I was about back to the sports store, right next to the lingerie store when the third call came. “Ahhhhhhh,” jingle jingle jingle I came again thrusting my hips at the imaginary man in font of me.

“Did you see that man?” came the voice of a teen boy. I turned to see several boys, who had been watching the a video of lingerie models, loose interest in the video and look at me.

“Shit, are those bells attached to her pussy?” asked one.

“He lady,” yelled another, “What that jingling sound I hear?” This was followed by chuckle from the other boys.

I tried to ignore them and keep walking but soon they were following me.

“Why don’t you show me where those bells lead?” asked a boy with a leer on his face.

I just had to get by that man on his cell phone and I could make it out the door. Shit it is ringing again. “One ring, two rings, please no, three rings shit, “ I thought as I reached over and grabbed my ankles. Shit there was a flash behind me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned as I came and came and came.

“Look at that dude, it attached to something vibrating in her pussy.”

“Nice ass lady, how about letting me and my friends have a piece?”

Just then I felt someone grab my arm, “Time to go Sue.”

It was Mike. I don’t know why I didn’t recognize it was him on the phone. He must have been the one taking pictures.

“Hey,” Mike said to the boys, “Why don’t you go buy some playboys or something, this lady is mine.” He tossed some bill back at the boys as we walked out.

“Nice show Sue, come back again sometime,” one of them shouted as the door closed. They even know my name, how embarrassing.

We got in the car and drove to a back part of the lot. Here he had me strip off my shirt and lay face down on the hood of my car while he screwed me from behind. That was the best orgasm of my life.

A week later, my phone still smells like my cunt. Every time I use it, I am reminded of that day at the mall. You could still see the outline of my body on my car where I rubbed off the dirt. He wouldn’t let me wash it off until today. Everywhere I went people could see I had been screwed on my car.

Today my fourteen-year-old perverted brother, Jon, was going to visit My parents were going to be out of town for the next few days and I had to watch him. Mike had let me where jeans when my parents came but had me change back into mini’s when they left.

“Every young boy needs to see some leg now and then,” he told me. I tried to tell him that I had caught my brother going through my underwear when I had been home last summer and that he didn’t need any encouragement. Mike wouldn’t hear it.

At least I could wear my panties and a more conservative top. I would miss Mike. He said he wanted to stay out of the way while Jon was here. He would be by to visit periodically.

“Why don’t you watch TV while I make us some lunch,” I told Jon as I headed to the kitchen. “What do you want?”

“How about some pizza?” he asked.

“Dream on twerp, maybe when Mike comes over for dinner we can have some.”

“I got to use your bathroom while you are making lunch,” he told me as he headed to the bathroom.

What is that noise in my bedroom. That pervert better not be getting into my dresser. Sure enough, there he is hands on my panties. “What do you think …” That is not my key necklace is it. I know Mike left it on top of the dresser, always telling me he is going to lone me out one of these days.

I remember Mike explaining that is why there were two necklaces. The larger one belongs to my Master and a smaller one to loan out to others. I did’t have to obey my brother, did I?

“Give me back that necklace,” I told him.

“What is it for?” He asked. I would never tell … “Whoever holds it holds my obedience.” I can’t believe I just told him.

“Are you telling me that if I hold it, you have to obey me?” he asked.

“Yes,” it sounded like a death sentence when I uttered it.

“Like if I told you to do a strip tease for me, you would have to?”

“Yes, you fucking pervert. But I will tell Mom and Dad if you do.”

“Your going to what?” he laughed. “Like they would believe I could make you strip for me.”

He was right on that one. There must be a way out. I will call Mike.

“Stop,” he commanded as I was about to leave. “Let’s see if you are a good dancer or not. Find some appropriate music and lets go out to the living room and see you dance.”

I can’t believe I am doing this. This song has a good beat ... Shit … I can’t believe I am going to dance for my fourteen-year-old brother. This is sick. This is humiliating … fuck, is my body actually betraying me?

Am I good, little brother, you just watch? What am I thinking?

“John, don’t make me do this, please.” I can feel the tears start to stream down my face even as I start my dance.

“No more tears, act like you enjoy it. I want you to get off pleasing me. Remember last summer, what you had me do when you caught me in your underwear draw?” he asks.

“That was Jenny’s idea,” I am saying even as I start tugging at the edge of my shirt.

“You made me dress up as a girl, sans with some of your old underwear. Then you made me walk out and model it for you and your friends. All the time threatening to tell Mom and Dad if I didn’t obey you,” he sneered.

“You had a skirt and blouse on, I didn’t make you expose anything.” Shit, I just pulled up my shirt and flashed him. The most humiliating part is that my nipples must betray how turned on I really am.

“I can remember Jenny pulling up my skirt, point at my panty covered ass and laugh. You joined in making fun of me.”

“I am sorry,” I tell him as I throw him a kiss. Pulling my shirt off and wiggling my tits at him, I follow my kiss by tossing him my shirt.

“No more talking, just dancing. Now let me see you get yourself off while you dance for me,” he commands.

Rub those tits, yesss … I means no … ahhhh … yesss. Catch my skirt brother and want me thrust my sopping pussy at you. What have I become? You like my stockings as I slowly roll them down my long sexy … no I have to be able to stop …. How far do you think I can yank this thong up my pussy. My swollen lips are poking out for you.

“How many fingers do you want to see up my pussy, little Bro?” I ask him seductively. Why can’t I stop? I want to throttle him and screw him at the same time.

“Can you get your hand up there, Slut?”

“Let’s give A try,” I tell him seductively as I throw him my sopping wet panties. “One little piggy went up a hole,” I chant as I shove my pointing finger up my pussy. “Two little piggies find a home. Three lit .. tle piggies fit in the are almost in there. Four little … piggies … make on tight pole. F..ive … little pig ... gies send this … little … girls … crying ahhhhhhhhhhh all … the … way … over … the .. edge .ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I scream as I reach an orgasm in front of my little brother.

“Have you ever been fucked hard Sis?” he asks.

“Yes”

“Have you ever been fucked up the ass?”

“Yes”

“If I tell you to, would you suck my cock clean?”

“I would have to,” I said dejectedly.

Shit he is taking off his clothes. “ See this cock, Sis. You are going to love being impaled be it. I think I’ll start with your pussy, slide up into your ass and then let you suck me clean,” he informs wm with a grin. “Now bend over the kitchen table.”

I never knew he could be so cruel. I can’t get on the table fast enough so I can feel his cock … no he is my brother, I can’t … Oh yes, his cock feel so goooood ahhhhhhhh. I am loosing it on his first thrust and aaaahhhhhhhh. Maybe he will loose it before he enters my asssssssssss!”

“Let’s try this hole,” he smiles.

I can feel the head of his cock on my rim and shittt! He has impaled me. How can I let him fuck me up the asssss … ahhhhhh, another orgasm is ripping through my body as aahhhhhhhhhhhh I can feel him spirting into my ahhhhhhhhhhh aaaaasssssss .. it feels so gooooood.

“Wake up Sis.”

I must have passed out on that last orgasm. Shit, I just stripped and let my little brother screw me.

“Your not done yet sis, remember?”

He doesn’t expect me to actually, gross, I can actually taste my shit on his dick.

“Stop that gagging, act like you enjoy it. Don’t you dare throw up,” he tells me.

I have cleaned up Mike after he screwed my ass. Mike, though, has always had me flush my ass prior to screwing me and had let me enjoy sucking him clean. Why didn’t John tell me to enjoy sucking shit off his cock. Fuck he is getting hard again.

“Keep it up, Sis. I’ll give you something to wash it down with, and don’t let a drop escape,” he grins down at me.

Not only my shit and my cum, he is going to have me drink my brother’s sperm. At least Mike has told me to enjoy giving anyone head. I can feel his balls tightening under my tongue as he get ready to spurt his …. Yes, I can feel it hitting the back of my throat, let my pull it back a little so I can get a better taste of my brother’s … shit this is my brother … but he taste so good I am going to loose it again. Ahhhhhhh…..hhhh….h

“My Sis, I didn’t even tell you to enjoy that but you sure did. Now you better get dressed before Mike comes over and no telling him what has happened. You’re to make him believe that this visit is going better than you could have ever imagined. Now clean up while I make some calls about tomorrow.”

I can’t believe Mike didn’t ask me anything particular about yesterday. He barely even stayed over when he found out how “good” the visit was. If he just had asked me one specific incident, I could have told him what was happening since his commands rule over John’s. Instead, I had to spend the night being screwed by my perverted brother and hear him inviting friends over my parents’ house for a party.

Now here we are at my parents’ house and I am pulling into their drive with my brother. What can be on his mind?

“Now Sis,” he talks as we head into the house. “You are going to be our server and entertainment. You will serve us the beer and chips you bought me, to my friends. You will not speak to them at all. You will dance for us and then you will service anyone who wants you. You will let any male fuck you in any hole they want and enjoy it. Then you will clean them up when they are finished. Remember, you will act like you enjoy every minute of it. Now Tommy, Sammy, and Joey will be here in an hour, any questions?”

“Please, John, don’t do ….”

“I said questions, now questions only,” he interrupts.

“What will they think of you when the see you screwing your own sister,” I ask as tears stream down my face.

“Now no more tears. I am going to let you wear Mom’s cat woman mask from last halloween. The one that has the fake jet black hair streaming down the back. Now if you do a good job with makeup and hiding your own hair, no one will ever know it is you. They may guess, but I will tell them you are working today and let me stay at our house while you work. I will let them believe you are a hungry art student who is willing to whore herself out for tuition. Now go get ready,” he commands.

Shit that must be Tommy. Sammy and Joey arrived a few minutes ago and John had them seated in the living room. He has had them watching a porn from my father’s collection. I never even knew dad had a collection. John had found it in the basement last year. John told me to wait in the kitchen until all them arrived and then to start serving them beer.

He had me bring my black lace thong, matching half-cup bra (displaying my tits for view), black stockings attached to a black garter belt, a semi shear black button up blouse, a black mini, and my knee high go-go boots.

Well hear it goes, how humiliating, I mean I baby-sat these boys, change some of their diapers, and hear I am serving them as a whore. Fuck I am wet already.

“… and this lady said for two hundred dollars, she would entertain us for the afternoon,” I can hear John finish explaining. He turns around as I enter the room. “Boys, say hello to Janet. She wants to get to know you better.”

I smile at them wiggling my ass for their adolescent eyes. Shit, Tommy didn’t waste any time grabbing it. I give them their beers to hopefully distract them.

“Where did you get the money?” Joey asks John.

“Emptied my savings account, I thought you boys might want to donate to the cause,” he smiles. “Did you bring the money I asked you to?”

“Sure,” Sammy quickly adds pulling out a fifty and handing it to John. “I’m in.” The other boys quickly give John their fifty.

“This better be worth it,” Tommy says, glancing at me.

I can’t believe it, they are paying for a cheap whore to entertain them. That makes me their cheap whore.

“Why don’t you get them a second beer for the boys to enjoy while you dance,” John tells me.

I can’t believe I am smiling at them even kissing them as I walk by. It grosses me out and turns me on at the same time. “Down Tipper!” Shit the dog can smell I am in heat. I should put that golden lab out. Maybe if my parents had had him fixed instead of keeping him to breed …

“Hurry up in there,” John yells, interrupting my thoughts.

Let me get you those beers you little assholes. Smile; look like you are enjoying it. Shit my body is enjoying it.

“Sam, turn on that CD”

Here we go again. I never thought I would be dancing on my parents’ coffee table slowly unbuttoning by blouse for four horny teenage boys. Smell my ass as I wiggle it on your nose Tommy. You like that. How about you Joey, let me pull you into my breasts with the shirt I just removed. Let’s not forget you, Sammy. Here, help me loose this skirt, you like that.

“Lets fuck her now,” comes Tommy’s husky voice.

“Whose first?” asks Sammy.

“She has three holes boys,” says John. “Each of you picks which hole you want first and then have at it.”

What is he talking about? Does he expect me to do three of them at one time?

“What about you?” asks Tommy.

“I’ll get my turn. Whichever hole opens up first, I’ll take over. And don’t worry, we have the next three hours to try all the holes?”

Three hours. And shit, he does expect me to service three of them at one time.

“I call her pussy,” cries Tommy.

“I call her mouth,” cries Sammy.

“I guess that leaves her asshole for me,” says Joey.

“Need to lube that hole,” John tells Joey handing him the chip dip.

My God, their pulling me off the table and Tommy is already stripped and laying on the dinning room table awaiting me. Fuck I can’t go trough with this, I can’t … I have to. At least John told me to enjoy their cocks in me. Yes I can feel it fill my sweet cunt.

Shit Joey is wasting no time lubing up my ass. I want to tell him to slow down and be gentle but I have been commanded not to speak. Please, a little more stretching before … man … what a feeling to have one cock up my pussy and another in my ass an … mmhh

Slow down Sammy. Let me swallow you cock, don’t just ram it down … ahhhhh … all four holes filled ….. Shit. That ws a flash. There is John now with our digital camera taking picture of me and taking it up all my love holes. John, how could …. Ahhhhh I can fell Joey’s warm cum filling my ass now. He didn’t last long in my tight ass.

Ahhhhhhhhhh … John didn’t wait long to take his place … More flashes, this time its Joey the camera man. At least John gave me this mask.

Ahhhh… Sammy is next …. I love the taste of sperm. I … there goes Tommy … filling my womb … and … John …….Ahhhhhhhhh.

It has to have been three hours by now. I have been screwed countless times by those boys and experienced more orgasms than I have ever experienced in a lifetime. I have the after taste of sperm, shit, cum and chip dip in my mouth. I never knew a male could get it back up so quick. They are tuckered out now. Three of them just sitting naked on the couch and John in the bathroom. Now if I could just get off the floor.

Tipper, get away, if I could just talk or move. His nose is so cold down there…. Shit tipper, don’t lick me there. I got to get up, on my knees …. Tipper what are you. Someone tell …

“Hey look at the dog.” At least Sammy noticed.

“Look at that woody he is supporting.” Shit no, tell him to get away from me Tommy.

“Think we should get him off her.” Yes, way to go Joey.

“Ahhhh..” was that me?

“She can tell him to get off her, anyway it sound like she might like to have his cock in her.” Shit Tommy if I ever get my hands on …

“Ahhhh … “ his cock just went in, why am I letting him do this … John did say any male didn’t he … he couldn’t mean …. “ahhhhhhhhh>”

“Fuck, look at her face, she is enjoying this. John you better get out here and see this.” You shit head Tommy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” I can feel his cock penetrate my cunt now.

“What are you guys doing? You can’t let that dog screw her.”

Please John, pull tipper off me … or let him finish . He feels so good. Much bigger that your small cocks. He is going wild … I can’t believe I am letting this dog .. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !” I groan as I feel my cunt spasm around the dogs cock.

“Shit, I guess I better let him finish. Where is that camera?” he asks the boys.

“Over here,” replies Sammy.

“No!” I want to scream. “No don’t take any pictures of this repulsive act.” But the only sound I can make is “Aaaaahhhhhhh!” as I feel tipper fill my cunt with his seed.

“What’s that pounding noise? I think someone is at the door John,” Tommy informs him.

“Your right, it’s my sister’s boyfriend. You guys got to scram out the back door.”

Someone tell tipper to leave or me not to “MMhhh” suck on his cock “Mmmmhhh” John what are you doing. Don’t pull off that mask.

“Sorry Sis. The boys are gone but this has gone to far to back down now. I need some pic’s to blackmail your silence.”

“Hey you pig head,” cries Mike running to my rescue. “Give me that necklace,” he yells pulling off John’s neck. John quickly exists to his room.

“Gmmemmtmm thmmmme Pmmmcmmmtmurmmes,” I try to tell him with Tipper’s cock shove in my mouth.

“What?” say Mike. “Oh I am sorry, stop sucking that dog’s cock.”

“He took pictures, please get the pictures,” I plead.

Mike rushes after John.

I can hear them talking in John’s room but can’t make out the words. I try to straighten myself and the house up while I wait. After about fifteen minutes Mike and John emerge.

“I am sorry Sue, but he already downloaded this picture that shows your face clearly as you suck on the dog’s cock,” Mike says as he holds up the picture. At first it seemed all blurry but as I look it come out crystal clear. “I made a deal with him. You remain his, and of course my, slave for the week and he destroys the picture at the end of the week.”

“How can you trust him?” I ask.

“I know he will, Sue. Turst me.”