Emma was feeling highly unprofessional.

She rushed out of the building after her encounter with Julee and was sure that someone must have seen how she looked. Whether or not they attributed her matted air and flushed face to something sexual was not something she wanted to know. The young redheaded teacher needed to get home before anyone figured out what was happening.

When she arrived at her apartment, she rushed in and slammed the door, even putting the chain on. It was as if the real world was going to burst through and see her as only the slut and submissive woman she was turning into.

It seems that her master, Matt, and her best friend at work Julee were conspiring to control her even more.

The idea of both of them in the D/s BDSM lifestyle had occupied her mind all day long. The facts that she had actually been set up with her ex-boyfriend, Andrew, and eventually her boyfriend’s dad (?) were outrageous.

Her teaching mentor and friend had really fucked with her mind.

And she could not get it out of…she was constantly…ugh— it was becoming an obsession!

She could not stop thinking about it as she tore off her work clothes and headed for the shower.

She could not stop thinking about it when she used her long fingers to get herself off while under the hot water.

She could not stop thinking about it as her knees buckled and she nearly fell over in the tub.

She could not stop herself cumming again as she rubbed her swollen sex with her towel; knowing that Sir would be very upset she had orgasmed without permission.

Her mind was spinning. If Julee expected her to go somewhere tonight, what was she supposed to wear? Was she taking her to the private sex club that she and Matt belong to? Would she be expected to be on display, be used, look sexy?

“God, I hope so...,” she whispered to her unsteady persistence.

Emma decided to put on her fluffy robe after drying off. She could not put her phone dow,n expecting a message to explode at any moment.

In the bedroom, she worked on her hair and asked the mirror, “What is happening to you…?”

The mirror was a total asshole and refused to answer.

She checked her screen again; her sister’s cute dog also not answering.

It was getting close to 6 o’clock. If she didn’t hear from Julee in the next half an hour, she would proceed with her evening of a sad single serving dinner and streaming something blech.

Since she had broken up with her master’s son, Andrew, months ago, she had not dated. She really didn’t need anyone, as Matt kept her sexually satisfied, to the point of constantly craving to serve him. Her orgasm satisfaction rate had her thinking that these first seven years of her sex life had been wasted.

Man on top and cowgirl were beyond mundane.

And now she has returned to lesbian contact. It had been years since her girlfriend in high school had found the perfect pressure for clitoral release (something both Andrew and now Matt had yet to perfect). But now, after eating Julee to an intense orgasm, she craved more of the fairer genitalia. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have Sir fuck her from behind while she was forced to eat pussy after pussy?

Her mouth and vagina matched in their watering.

She sat in her big soft chair with her feet tucked under her, running her round brush through her hair to enhance her natural waves. She was scrolling through different sex clubs in the area, something she would never have been brave enough to do six months ago. She found herself smiling at many of the pictures, even laughing at some of the outrageous things people did. Masks and animal tails were outrageous.

She felt a possible orgasm rising, and the submissive in her slapped her across the face and told her to ‘calm the fuck down.’

The lesser alternative was her middle finger lazily playing with a nipple. It was meditative and helped to calm her quivering.

The buzz from her phone shocked her and she dropped it on the floor. She literally fell down and scrambled to answer it, her robe flopping open.

She hit the button and said with too much desperation, “Hello! Yes, I’m here. Julee… I’m here!”

There was a pause on the other end that seemed way too long, and then the familiar laughter of her mentor brought her back to a sitting position, leaning against the chair.

“Well, that was quite a greeting! Are you okay there, kiddo? Sounds like you were running a marathon.”

“No. What? No, just…um...been waiting and I dropped my phone and…”

Another painful pause, and on the other end, Julee smiled. She knew she had her young friend completely hooked. “I hope you were not masturbating. That would not be good…” She let speculation float up like a little nimbus, and Emma shuddered.

“I am picking you up in half an hour. Wear the jacket that comes down to your mid-thigh. Your best heels, a pair of your favorite stockings. And make sure your make up is very slutty.”

The twenty-five-year-old professional educator gulped, and her whole body snapped to attention. This was it; she was going to go to the club.

“Where are we going, Jules?”

Silence…

“Yes, I’ll be ready… What about lingerie?”

This laugh from Julee was anything but comforting; wicked and filled with dismissive disdain.

“If you were supposed to wear underwear slut, I would’ve told you to wear fucking underwear.”

“Sorry, I- hello?...Hello?"

***

Emma stood at her doorway exactly thirty minutes later, anticipating a text to head down to the parking lot. She looked at the mirror near the door one more time. Her hair was pulled back in an easy-to-grab ponytail. Her makeup made her look like she was still in college and heading out to another sorority party.

Her red heels did her legs perfectly. The grey stockings disappeared just under the hem of her short green trench coat. Its lapels opened enough to show the top of her cleavage. She was a tiny bit disappointed she wasn’t wearing a bra, so they looked rounder, but orders were orders.

The sudden text was simple. Slut, come, now.

As she locked her door and slipped her phone and keys into her jacket pockets, she had to smile. How many times had she heard that command? How many times would she hear it tonight?

Her craving and gushing pussy needed an answer but would have to wait.

She approached Julee’s white SUV and was about to get into the front when the back door lock opened. She slid into the backseat and saw her gorgeous friend, dyed blonde hair up in a tight bun, staring at her through the rearview mirror.

“Excellent whore make up. You followed orders perfectly. But you’re not worthy to ride in the front seat with me. Perhaps you might earn the privilege.”

Emma nodded slightly then looked down. This is how Sir liked her to be positioned. She put on her seatbelt, and they pulled away.

The silence was killing her.

Julee‘s voice was direct. Supportive yet demanding. “No collar? Then again, your master made the assumption. Better like that. Open up the drawer underneath the seat in front of you.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” (She made a note to determine what Julee wanted to be called while they were together in this relationship.)

Emma popped the drawer and in the glow of LED light discovered three different collars within. Just how many sluts did her friend transport? She chose a green one with black trim. She put it around her neck, noticing that the word “PET” was stitched into the front of it right next to a gold ring.

She put it on, then ran her fingers along her neck above and below. Felt… Right.

Ten minutes later, they were pulling into a group of buildings that seemed to be a mix of storage facilities and empty warehouses. Down a short side street, a building with a stone archway on its front boasted dozens of cars in front of it.

“We are here, pet,” Julee said, “Time to go over a few things. Step out and wait for me.”

Emma stepped out and noticed other people entering large red doors. Some couples arm in arm, and some were people in charge of other people. Emma could tell by the way they carried themselves.

The weight in their walk.

The strength.

The power.

The leash they were holding onto what was attached to another human being walking behind them.

Just when she was about to ask, Julee came up behind her and attached a gold-clipped dog leather lead onto her ring. Emma was shocked but at the same time not surprised. She shivered not from cold in the night.

Julee‘s voice was low and direct.

“You’re stepping into another world, Emma. Tonight is the night when you will decide if this is a place you want to be. Sir and I have talked at great length, and we will both be in charge of you for the evening. We may do it together; we may trade off.

“We will put you through some tests. Some of them will be uncomfortable, some of them you will love and even learn to crave. At any time, if you feel the need to stop. You simply say the word… spatula.”

Emma looked down and smirked a bit. She could hear the eye roll in the sigh from Julee.

“You have until the end of the night to decide if this is what you want. After that, this is your new life.”

Emma’s heart was beating insanely fast. She had already committed to Sir. She enjoyed being used and being his fuck toy, and sometimes even his slave.

Julee brought new elements: bondage, and ropes and spankings…and women. She could not get them out of her mind. And every time she thought of Julee naked and dealing out punishment her pussy would spasm in intense condensation..

“I understand… I am ready.”

Julee was close. “Good choice.” Then she leaned in, her breath all over Emma’s left ear. Her perfume intoxicating. Her whisper barely there. “I’m so proud of you, kiddo. You are going to love this. And I swear to you, no one at school will ever know.”

Emma stood frozen. Her nipples ached, her pussy was soaking her thighs, and her asshole actually twitched. She suddenly imagined the rest of the staff knowing that she was a submissive slut. And for the first time, the fear of it set her body ablaze in sexual arousal.

Inside, Julee smiled at the doorman, a very tall weightlifter wearing only a cock pouch style thong and a silly red bowtie. He was definitely Latinx and sported a few aggressive tattoos.

“New slut pet, Mistress?” he growled in appreciation.

“Yes, Danny. I hope you will be available later. She will be needing it.”

He nodded and looked Emma up and down. Her heart raced as she glanced at his big bulge. Her leash yanked, and she yelped and stumbled forward.

“Eyes forward until told otherwise!” Julee snapped.

“Ye,s Mistress,” Emma choked out as she adjusted her collar, trying to loosen it a bit. There was no slack whatsoever, and she quickly trotted after Julee’s gorgeous swaying ass.

Her blonde bombshell mentor was in tight black faux leather pants and obviously commando. Emma would have to ask later if that was painful or caused any irritation.

The traditional dominatrix corset and bustier was tied tightly. Emma wondered who did the lacing for her at home. And of course, Mistress supported impossibly tall, black spike heels. She was a sex goddess out of Central casting.

They went down a long nondescript hallway ending in a double door. Julee ran a keycard over a scanner, and the door opened by itself. She turned back and winked at Emma who gently smiled back. This was it.

Julee went in and Emma followed quickly. What greeted her was something out of a pornographic wet dream. At least twenty people bustled all around, apparatus hung on walls and suspended from the ceiling. Large plush couches and settees were placed in different conversation groups. To back left, a large bar was attended by two young women wearing nothing but heels, garter belts and stockings. Each collared, the taller, a fellow redhead, was sporting two nipple clamps that Emma suddenly coveted.

Yelps, moans, and laughter mixed in a debauched cacophony.

To the right of the bar, a St. Andrew’s cross had a beautiful black woman strapped to it. A nearly naked fit white man was flogging her ass, yelps and "more! s" sang from her lips. A vibrator was strapped to her thigh and edged her pussy.

To Emma’s immediate right, a woman was strapped to a bench, her legs frog-tied while a slightly chubby man with a fat cock steadily fucked her moistened maw. Her head hung back off the edge and a woman Emma assumed was a Domme was riding her youthful face and pulling the chain attached to her nipple clamps.

This was a place where secrets were kept as much as they were revealed. Where nothing could be hidden, and everything must stay unseen.

Another collar yank and Emma looked front, heat racing across her entire face and chest.

“Eyes front! If you cannot follow that simple command, there is no hope for you whatsoever.” Julee spat. Then she shocked Emma with a stinging slap to her left breast. It brought about a yelp and a rush of pain that Emma did not hate.

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

“Punished already? Not a very good start.” The sexy baritone sounded behind her. It made her breath catch.

Sir!

She started to turn around but caught herself. She took a deep breath to steady and put her hands behind her back the way he liked. Her breasts jutted and her nipples, aching, and vulnerable pointed turgid and up. A familiar and pleasant feeling washed over her as his fingers ran from her ass crack up her naked back. She shivered yet stared straight ahead.

He was suddenly on her left and dangerously close. His scent was remarkable…

“Yes, Mistress Julee. What a splendid thing we have here. Are you still sure about this?”

Julee stepped closer and into Emma’s line of sight. Her eyes were burning with lust and control and Emma wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees and beg to serve the two of them.

Julee picked up on her reaction and used it to her advantage.

“I’m willing to share if you are. But let us go through the testing we had agreed upon. Mutual pleasure for all. Well, not all.”

When she said the last, she reached forward and grabbed hold of Emma's hard and pointy nipples. She pulled them straight forward, causing the young redhead to stumble and catch herself. Emma whistled in the air and forced herself straight again, her breasts pulled to painful proportion.

Her body was trembling. She was positive she was creating a puddle on the floor.

Sir chuckled at her state and moaned softly. His right hand came down hard on her left ass cheek and she flinched. It came down hard again on her right, and this time, she did not even register it. Julee suddenly twisted and let go of Emma's nipples, and she breathed asthmatically.

Her body was on fire!

Julee yanked Emma’s leash, and she moved forward. She was led to a small group of seats and couches. They were occupied by several couples. Two of them, a stunning African American couple engaged in full on doggy style fucking.

Seated in a wingback chair was a well-hung shirtless Asian man, his pants at his ankles. A blonde busty woman Emma assumed was his pet, was giving him a sloppy blowjob, her hands strap-bound behind her. Emma noticed her collar had spikes sticking out. She shivered at the thought of those sticking into her skin and hoped neither one of her Doms would want her to wear one.

She was also stunned to see written in lipstick on the woman’s buttocks, ‘MY WIFE IS A CUMUT.’ She then realized the man standing behind them, nursing a martini, was actually the woman's husband!

Emma watched for a few seconds, fascination playing on her face. Once again, Julee cut off her line of sight, her firm right hand gripping Emma by the neck and tilting her head up.

“You see something you like, little pet? Perhaps a hard use blowjob is a good place to start.” She stepped to the side, and Sir was there.

Matt kissed her deeply. She was not expecting such passion, but she reciprocated immediately, tongue and lips in a familiar desperate dance. It felt hotter and more electric than ever before.

Then, just as quickly as he had kissed her, he pushed her backwards. She squeaked and stumbled into a soft, cushy recliner-style seat. Those around laughed at her clumsiness, and she blushed feeling a bit foolish and humiliated in the moment. But wasn’t that the point?

The blonde pulled off her cocksicle and grumbled, "Amateur." Her husband slapped her ass hard, and she rushed to renew her sucking of the Asian bull.

Matt approached and, without even asking, she reached forward and loosened his casual trousers. In a surprise serving gesture, Julee was behind him and was removing his shirt. She folded it nicely and set it on a table nearby. When his pants reached the floor, he stepped out, and Julee did the same for them.

Emma was confused by the dynamic but decided not to question it when the greatest cock she had ever had the privilege to suck and fuck nearly slapped her in the face.

Her state of desire and wanton need took over and she began to immediately stroke and suck this gorgeous piece of man flesh. Sir was moaning through a nasty smile, playing with her red hair, heating her scalp the way she loved. But just as quickly as he started, he pulled her off and stopped.

“No hands. On your knees."

She slid down and complied immediately, her hands behind her back.

A deep voice she didn’t know came from behind her. “Well done, Matt. This one looks like a keeper.”

Sir responded, “Don’t get on any ideas, Lawrence. It’s not time for sharing quite yet. It just got here.”

The conversation was followed by the two men chuckling. Such masculine power openly displayed. In her regular life, Emma would have been offended by being treated as nothing but an object to assess. Right now, it did everything to inflame her already blazing sexual need.

She didn’t mind just using her mouth just as long as he fucked her face. Just as long as he shoved that glorious thick thing into her throat and made her gag. She loved how sloppy and wet she was getting already. If this was all she had to do tonight she would go home fully blessed to have been part of this club.

Deep down, she was not so naïve

When she began to feel good about what she was doing, she caught Julee out of the corner of her eye. Grasping Emma's hips, she pulled her up into a doggy position. Emma knew better than to stop sucking, and having her hands unavailable, had to adjust so she was balanced by Sir’s cock and her own knees.

Quick slaps to her inner thighs told her to widen as much as she could. A few muffled voices behind her both male and female uttered appreciation for what they were seeing. Total strangers were looking at Emma's wet and swollen sex. Her winking, pink and brown asshole displayed just above it.

Total strangers.

She was beside herself excited.

Matt smiled down at her, this time with darker intent. “Prepare to be taken!” With that he grabbed both sides of her head and began an intense throat fuck.

Emma had been used like this before. Emma had loved it before.

Emma had actually orgasmed before, just from gagging and choking on her master’s cock. But this was unlike any oral engagement prior!

Perhaps it was the environment. Perhaps the audience. She didn’t know and didn’t care. She just needed to concentrate and try to breathe.

That became increasingly difficult when she felt the head of a cock rubbing against her desperate and swollen cunt.

Her eyes widened! She moaned, even as she gagged, lines of spittle and drool coating her bouncing breasts.

A thick cock pushed into her, and she tilted just right to allow for smoother entry. It was obvious from the lack of heat and softness that this was not a human cock. A very large dildo was being shoved into the young teacher. She had not had one in her this deeply in years. Her own was in her bottom drawer, having been banned from her pussy by her master.

Familiar fingers suddenly dug into her hips; manicured fingernails leaving marks, perhaps even scratching flesh.

“All right slutty pet. Let’s see how you take my cock!”

Julee’s challenge brought about applause and cheers from what sounded like at least a dozen people. Emma was suddenly being spit-roasted for the first time in her life. And the fact that it was the two people she trusted with her safety and her submissive sexuality only made it that much better.

Mistress’ hands loosened their grip and soon were smacking her cheeks left then right in rhythm with the slapping of the leather straps against her pelvis.

Sir was pulling out periodically and tilting Emma's head back. She knew to keep her open mouth wide as he needed a target for his spit. She loved this part of their rough sex play. It dripped in hot and flavorless, and she swallowed.

After the third time he had done this, Emma knew that an orgasm was just one flick of a clitoris away.

As Sir continued to plunge in and out, and Emma’s tongue did its best to keep up, his stern words reminded her of her place. “Do not cum until you are told to, Slut. Do not embarrass me in front of my friends!”

Despite having a throat full of jackhammering erection, she attempted to say “yes, sir.” It came out as a guttural growl that didn’t even sound human.

Julee's slapping of her ass had taken her to a new place. Was this the subspace she had read about? Had dreamed of discovering?

As she began to give herself over to becoming nothing but an object for others' pleasure, Sir abruptly pulled out and fired a massive amount of cum across her face tits and neck. People cheered and applauded, and a few expressed admirations for the size of the load.

Emma was panting, but still shaking as Julee’s fuck had not slowed down. In fact, her hands were pulling Emma into more of an upright position. The sudden intensity made her orgasm that much closer.

Emma was sure Julee’s hands were covered in her master’s cum as Julee was gripping and holding Emma’s bouncing tits, using them as handles for the fuck she was delivering.

Through a body that was shaking, and a throat that was sore, she managed to eke out, “…please… Pleassse!”

Her master’s face was close to her again and gripped her chin tightly. “Please, what? Let you cum? My darling, that won’t happen for hours." She whimpered in a pattern matching the slams of the phallus. "Best get used to it.”

And with that, he tossed her head straight down, and Emma crashed to the floor just as her blonde bombshell mentor and friend screamed out. “Fuck yes, you little whore! Nnnghh! You just made me cum from the other end of my strappy. Well done for a first fuck.”

Emma felt the long dildo slide out, and her whole body dropped bonelessly to the floor. She was a sloppy wet, pink, dripping mess.

She was panting, her throat and pussy aching from use.

She was beside herself with blissful joy.

She did not lie there long, as soon very large hands were lifting her up by her armpits and her hands were pulled above her head. She knew it was neither Mistress nor Sir because they both stood in front of her smiling.

Their post-orgasmic bliss was written on both of their faces.

Emma’s hands were cuffed and attached to an apparatus above her head by Danny the doorman/bull. Her fuzzy eyes tried to focus, and she realized she was being suspended from a ring above her.

She looked forward, inquisitive fear playing across her sweaty face.

Julee said loudly as if boasting to the crowd who were smiling and still fucking. “You have made us both very proud, Emma the pet."

Sir stepped forward. He put his head to her ear and gently kissed her favorite spot just behind the lobe at the top of the neck. He whispered, "Now the real fun begins…”

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Thanks again, Emma,

Matt