I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. The room where I lay was dark, but I immediately knew I was alone. As my vision cleared, I remembered where I was. I was lying in Andrea's bed, the HR manager from my work.

I thought back to the previous evening and everything that had happened, and I couldn't help but smile. Actually, I didn't know Andrea very well. She worked at the office where I was a receptionist. I estimated her to be between thirty and thirty-five years old, and she looked good. She had a good figure and always wore stylish, expensive clothes.

I had spoken to her only once during a short introduction training when I started working here almost three months ago. We hardly spoke to each other until about a month ago, when my boyfriend Michael broke up with me. She met me crying in the hallway one afternoon and asked what was wrong. I poured out my heart to her, and from then on, she always asked how I was doing whenever we met. We could chat nicely, and we agreed that I would come over one time to her place for dinner.

I had trouble finding her house, which was located in a spacious but quite remote area. Andrea greeted me and let me in. She looked good, perhaps a bit overdressed for a dinner with a colleague. Her outfit was quite fancy. She was wearing a black skirt that wasn't very short but had a split over her right leg, almost up to her crotch. On top, she wore a shiny red, tight-fitting shirt with a very deep V-neck, revealing a daring cleavage. I felt a bit uncomfortable.

In contrast, I had worn a pair of leggings and a simple top with some sneakers, opting for a casual look after a week of wearing business suits. Andrea didn't seem to mind, or at least she didn't show it.

Andrea had cooked a delicious meal, and we spent almost the entire evening discussing my ex-boyfriend and what an idiot he was. We were nearly at the bottom of our second bottle of red wine, and I felt quite lightheaded. Andrea suggested we leave the table and sit comfortably on the couch to continue the conversation.

We both plopped down on the couch, and as Andrea did, her skirt slid to the side, and I was shocked. I was staring right at her pussy!!

"Oh yeah," Andrea said with a bit of a laugh, "I never wear panties under a skirt; it’s such an ugly sight."

I didn't know what to say, but Andrea acted as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" she asked, her tone nonchalant.

"Uh... no," I replied hesitantly.

"Wouldn't you find that exciting?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I didn’t know what to say, my mind foggy from the wine we had consumed. The unexpected turn in our conversation left me completely overwhelmed, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy, as she gently started stroking herself.

"Do you want to see me cum?" she asked, her voice low and inviting as she slid further down on the couch. One leg was thrown over the armrest, while the other leg rested on the floor, creating a provocative pose that heightened my curiosity.

"Do you want to see me finger myself?" she continued, her eyes locking onto mine with a hint of mischief.

"Yes," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I want to see it."

I had never seen another woman cum before. I had never even seen a vagina up close. Her pussy lips were shaved, with a neat little triangle of pubic hair on top. The scent of her perfume mingled with the smell of wine, creating an intoxicating aroma that drew me in.

"What?" she asked, her brow slightly furrowed as if she hadn’t heard me clearly, "I didn't hear you?"

"Yes, I want to see it," I repeated, my voice a bit louder now, my words laced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

She began to smile, and her fingers diligently began to work. Two fingers slid into her vagina, and with the index finger of her other hand, she slowly drew circles around her clitoris. The lustful look in her eyes showed that she was having a great time. She began to moan softly, the sound mingling with the quiet hum of the room.

Her fingers slid faster in and out of her wet slit, and her clitoris moved rapidly under her index finger. The scent of her perfume and the faint smell of her arousal filled the air, intensifying the sensuality of the moment. She groaned louder and started to shake and whimper, her body trembling with each touch. I saw her pupils narrow for a second as she came, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. It looked incredibly hot, and now I wanted to cum too. Andrea got up, her movements fluid and confident.

"And... Did you like watching it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Before I could answer, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them under my nose. "Taste it," she said, almost immediately inserting her fingers into my mouth.

I tasted her juices; they were slightly salty. I could hardly believe it; I was licking the juices off another woman's fingers. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating.

"Yes, that's what gets you hot, doesn't it, sweetie?" Andrea said, her voice low and seductive. "Now it's your turn to cum. Do you want me to lick you?"

Oh God, watching a woman finger herself was one thing, but being licked was a whole different story. What was she thinking? That I was a lesbian or something? Andrea saw the shock in my eyes and began talking to me in a sexy, soothing voice. She described how good it would feel, pointing out how extremely excited I was and assured me it would be our secret.

I hadn't had sex since Michael broke up with me, and my body was craving a hot, intense experience. Watching Andrea as she pleasured herself had been incredibly arousing. Maybe she was right; I could just try it once with a girl. No one had to know.

Andrea pulled me to her bedroom. She undressed me slowly, her hands tracing over my skin and pushed me onto the bed.

"Spread your legs wide," she said, her voice commanding yet gentle.

Andrea began licking me gently, and I slipped into a daze. I felt how she nibbled on my pussy lips and how her warm wet tongue slid smoothly through my slit. Her tongue glided effortlessly between my pussy lips and began tracing slow, tantalizing circles around my clit. The sensation was heavenly; no one had ever brought me such intense pleasure before.

I wondered if it was because Andrea was a woman and therefore knew exactly where to find the most sensitive spots. As the circles she drew with her tongue grew smaller, my clitoris remained untouched, teasing me further. To Andrea's great delight, I started moving my lower body in the hope that her tongue would touch my throbbing clit.

"Oh, please," I begged softly, "lick it."

"You want me to lick your throbbing little clitty?" Andrea asked teasingly.

"Yes, lick it," I sighed, "please lick my clit."

Almost immediately I felt her gently blowing cold air against my sensitive swollen clit and then teasingly tapping it with the tip of her tongue. Oh, this was so cruel, she was driving me crazy! My entire body yearned for a relieving orgasm, but I couldn't achieve it this way. Why wasn't she taking my clit between her lips to suck on it, why wasn't she letting me cum when I needed it so badly?

"Ah, please, harder, suck on my clit."

"You're quite a horny little slut. I never expected this from you," she said while gently stroking my throbbing clit with her finger.

It was too soft to make me cum, but hard enough to make me squirm and moan unashamedly.

"Oh, let me cum, please, Andrea, make me cum," I cried out.

My face contorted in lust, every inch of my body tingling with anticipation. I began pinching my own nipples, the sensation heightening my arousal. Nothing else mattered; my sole focus was the desperate need to climax.

"Well, well," Andrea said with a teasing smile, "You’re really desperate, aren't you? Look how horny and wet you are." She paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'll let you cum, but of course, I want something in return."

"It doesn't matter, I'll do anything. But let me cum now, please," I begged her for relief.

Andrea's voice was laced with teasing as she asked, "Anything?" Her finger tapped gently against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

"'ANYTHING!!" I shouted, my desperation palpable.

Andrea's smile grew wider. "Okay, I'll let you cum," she said, "but you have to promise to be my slut from now on and do everything I say. And from now on, you'll only cum with MY permission!!"

Being her slut? Only coming with her permission? What was she talking about??? I wanted to get up to protest, but at that moment, I felt her placing a finger on either side of my clitoris and rubbing back and forth. I was going crazy!

"Yes," I heard myself say, "yes, I'm your horny little slut, I'll do everything you want."

And at the same moment, I felt her lips wrap around my clitoris as her fingers moved faster back and forth. I gasped for breath as the first wave of a tremendous orgasm surged through my body. I lay shaking and moaning, and it seemed to have no end. When I started to come back to myself, she left me alone on her bed. My legs were still spread, but I was too exhausted to close them.

Savoring the moment, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. As I reflected on what happened the previous night, I couldn't suppress a smile. I had never thought I would engage in something like this; having sex with a woman. And I had certainly not expected to enjoy it so much. Actually, I felt a bit ashamed of how I had let myself go. But a month without sex had left me quite aroused, and well, what did it matter anyway? I had just experimented a bit. It was a one-time indulgence, and as Andrea said, it was our secret.

The events of the previous night kept replaying in my head like a film, and I started to feel aroused again. I let my hands glide over my body. I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples before quickly moving down to my pussy. I was already wet. Thinking about Andrea's tongue, I began to finger myself vigorously. Two fingers in and out of my pussy, one finger over my clitoris.

I pulled my knees up, and my legs trembled in the air. It was just a matter of seconds before my orgasm would take full control of my body. I let out a cry, and at that moment, the door opened, and Andrea walked in. It must have been a terribly sexy sight to see me like that: my back arched, legs shaking in the air, hands between my legs, fingers glistening with moisture as I bit my lower lip in pleasure. I was shocked, hadn't expected her to enter. I had completely let myself go with the memories of the previous night.

I looked at her a bit sheepishly and mumbled something about how nice it was the previous night and that I had to go home now, trying to get up.

“Go home?” she said, her voice cold and commanding. “I don't think so!!”

“I thought we agreed on something last night,” she continued, “but no, you're already so horny that you can't keep your hands off that desperate little pussy of yours. I thought you promised to only cum when I gave you permission?”

“Uh, yes but...” I stammered, “You didn't seriously mean that, did you?”

“Of course, I did, you dumb girl!” she said sternly. “You didn't think I let you cum just like that, did you? Of course you were incredibly horny, but I'm not a charity!!”

As I tried to cover myself with a sheet, Andrea suddenly grabbed my arms, pulled them quickly above my head, and click… click… my wrists where locked into leather cuffs with robust metal locks secured to the corners of the headboard. I was still a bit dazed from my overwhelming orgasm, and before I fully realized what was happening, my ankles were also trapped in the same type of cuffs.

What was this??? What was going on??? Was this woman insane?

I couldn't move. Luckily, I still had enough freedom to flail and kick, although my bound limbs limited my movements. Andrea said nothing, just looking at me with a vague smile on her face. She let me struggle for a while before walking to a drawer. She pulled it open and returned with a kind of remote control. I watched as she pressed one of the buttons with her long, red-painted nail, and the cuffs around my ankles, attached to thick, flexible ropes, slowly began to pull upwards. I felt my legs losing contact with the bed and screamed for her to stop. Andrea just smiled and pressed another button, and now my legs were not only pulled upwards but also apart.

It took a few minutes before Andrea stopped the winch mechanism. My legs were now high in the air, wide apart. Even my ass no longer touched the bed; I was only supported by my back. Like a rat in a trap, I lay there, all my sensitive, intimate areas exposed to this practically unknown woman, who visibly enjoyed seeing me in this predicament. However much I whimpered and begged to be released, Andrea acted as if she didn't hear me.

“And now,” she said, “we're going to make you an obedient, submissive little slut.”

With those words, I heard her leave the room.

“Let me go, bitch! Let me out of here! Let me go!” I screamed.

When she returned a few minutes later, I was still screaming.

“I'm not in the mood for that,” she said and walked back to the drawer where the remote control had come from.

As she approached me again, and I was about to start another plea to be freed, she grabbed my head firmly and pushed a soft, black ballgag into my mouth. I thought I was choking I tried to scream, but the words got stuck in my throat, and all I could manage was a muffled cry.

"Hmmppppfp, hmmmp, HHMMPPF!!"

“That's better,” Andrea said. “First, we're going to do something about that bush down there,” she said while looking at my pussy. “Because that really isn't acceptable!”

With her fingers, she rustled through my pubic hair. She took a pair of scissors and began to snip, snip, snip. The pubic hair flew around. Next, she used a large, thick brush to soap me gently. Given that my legs were so wide apart, she could reach everywhere. She then took a razor and, with careful, practiced movements, began to shave all the hairs from my pussy meticulously.

With a damp cloth, she carefully removed the remaining foam and dried me off gently. Approvingly, she looked at my newly shaved pussy.

“That's better,” she said, “this is how I want you to look from now on. And remember, I don't want to find any stubble!”

She took a mirror and showed me my pussy. My God, it looked wonderful. She hadn't left a single hair. My pussy lips were completely smooth and beautifully pink. I could even see that my clitoris was already a bit swollen again, a result of all the attention my pussy had received. It was frustrating to feel how my pussy started to throb and tingle while I just wanted to leave—leave, go home and forget what had happened here!

Then she unexpectedly pressed her mouth on my smooth pussy and licked my clit gently.

“Oh yes,” I thought, but it didn't last long before she stopped.

She walked back to the drawer and returned with a monstrous dildo in her hand. The thing was black, shaped like a gigantic penis, complete with veins and large black balls. The dildo had a big, shiny black head and was at least as thick as a soda bottle. If she thought she could push that monster into me, it would never fit!

I started to protest, but due to the ballgag in my mouth, I could only make incomprehensible sounds.

“Oh,” she said, “how hot that you're begging me to push this dildo into your tight little pussy. I hope it's big enough for you!”

With a mean laugh, she placed the head of the dildo against the opening of my pussy and started to push gently. Luckily, I was already quite wet. My poor pussy lips obediently parted to make room for the enormous black artificial cock that was mercilessly pushed into me, inch by inch, until the entire head disappeared inside. Then she grasped the dildo at the end and pushed the monster in one smooth motion up to its balls into my tormented pussy.

I gasped for air and my eyes rolled in their sockets. I felt dizzy and disoriented. My entire pussy felt stretched wide open; I had never felt this filled before!! Andrea visibly enjoyed the intense reaction the insertion of the large black dildo caused in me and whispered with a sweet voice in my ear:

“Now, you can cool down for a bit.”

With those words, she left the room.

“Cool down??” I thought, “I've never been so horny in my life. I've never felt such a thick dildo inside of me. How can I cool down?”

Andrea left me alone for what felt like an eternity. Frustrated with my legs in the air and that beautiful, thick dildo in my shaved pussy, I lay there, helpless. I wanted Andrea to come back and fuck me—to ram that dildo firmly in and out of me. The dildo was so big, I felt it intensely, but it was maddening that nothing else happened. I wanted to be fucked or licked; I wanted to cum!! Even if she would just free one hand so I could finger myself that would be better than this agonizing wait.

But instead of returning, I heard Andrea talking in another room. I could only catch fragments of the conversation, but I understood it was about me.

“No, no, tied up on the bed... yes, completely shaved. That big black dildo... yes, it looks so hot!”

My God, she was telling someone about me. Panic took over-I wanted to leave, NOW... but I couldn't move. In the other room, I heard Andrea chatting happily for a while, and then it was silent. It didn't take long before I heard the doorbell, and then voices. Now I really didn't know what to do. It was clear that she didn't plan to keep our secret. Here I lay: tied up, legs wide apart, pussy shaved, and a thick dildo inserted. What a sight I must have been. How could anyone believe me if I explained that I never wanted this?

It didn't take long before I heard the voices getting closer. The door opened, and Andrea came in with two women from work.

"Oh no," I thought, "not from work."

I didn't know exactly who they were, but I recognized their faces. They looked stylish and were about the same age as Andrea, I estimated.

"Oh, it's really her," the women chirped. "That looks so hot!"

"Mira," Andrea said, "let me introduce you. This is Laura and Cristina. From now on, you'll do exactly as we tell you. You're our little slave, and you can expect to work a lot of overtime, you sexy little thing of mine!"

The three women looked at each other, giggling. They came around me, and Cristina started to slowly pull the black dildo out of my pussy while Laura began to work on my sensitive clit with two fingers. I couldn't do anything but let them have their way. I tried to resist, but all the attention they gave my pussy was too much. I felt how horny I was and how the big, thick dildo moved in and out of my wet hole. I had no choice but to let myself go.

Suddenly, the dildo was pulled out of my pussy, and the fingers left my clit. “Oh no, it couldn't stop now, not now!”

Frustrated cries were muffled in the back of my throat. Luckily, my pleading looks were answered. And how; Cristina and Laura began licking my smooth, wet pussy simultaneously. Before I had never experienced oral sex with a woman before, now two women were feasting on my pussy. It was heavenly to feel how their smooth, warm tongues slid over my swollen pussy lips, gently biting or sucking on them. Occasionally, they rubbed their tongues against each other with my swollen throbbing clit between them. I thought I was going crazy and would faint from horniness.

While their tongues continued to pleasure me, I felt something cool being pushed against my anus. I was shocked because I had never been touched there before, and I didn't want it either. A small, fairly slim vibrator was slowly inserted into my asshole by Andrea. It took some time before it was fully in, and as a reward, she pressed the small switch at the end from '0' to '1,' so the thing started to vibrate softly.

Of course, I would have liked to protest, but I was afraid that the two very heated-looking women would stop licking my pussy. Besides, it was actually a wonderful feeling, the slim vibrator deep in my ass. Oh shit, I was so horny, despite the ballgag in my mouth; my moaning was clearly audible. I felt my orgasm approaching as their tongues flashed over and along my throbbing clit. It was clear that I was only seconds away from a shattering orgasm. The women apparently noticed this as well, because they let me balance right on the edge for a while, not letting me cum. I couldn't take it anymore.

Then, suddenly, they stopped licking and stepped back a little to look at me triumphantly.

“You're right, Andrea,” Cristina said, “She is indeed one of the horniest little sluts I've ever seen. Look how she's squirming and moaning!”

It must have been a quite impressive sight: my dripping wet pussy, my pulsating clit sticking out far between my freshly shaved pussy lips, my red, sweaty face with hair sticking to it.

“It's clear that you're ready to cum again,” Andrea said, “but before you get your release, you'll have to pleasure us first.”

As she said this, the thick, black dildo was pushed back into my pussy, making me feel the softly vibrating vibrator in my tight little asshole even better. I saw Laura undressing. Andrea removed the ballgag from my mouth, but before I could say anything, Laura's wet pussy was pushed into my face.

“Lick her, slut! Suck on her clit. Fuck her with your hot little tongue!” Andrea and Cristina encouraged me.

Whether I wanted to or not, I had no choice but to lick the first pussy I had ever tasted. Apparently, it wasn't entirely to Laura's liking, because she roughly started riding her pussy against my face. It didn't take long before my entire face was gleaming with the moisture from her pussy. Due to Laura's vigorous movements, my tongue darted back and forth over her slit, from her clitoris to her anus. It wasn't easy with this wild woman on top of me, but eventually, my lips managed to grab her clitoris and suck on it. Immediately she stopped riding and remained frozen on top of me, making it a bit easier for me to pleasure her clit.

I kept sucking her swollen clit between my lips, letting it slide back and forth under my tongue. I was rewarded with a few hard pinches on my nipples. She began to moan loudly and groan that she was about to cum. I sucked extra hard on her clit, causing her to cum with a shudder. She fell off me onto the bed.

But I had hardly any time to recover because Cristina took her place. She positioned herself in a 69 position over me. Cristina, like Andrea and Laura, had a neatly shaved pussy, but unlike me, the women all had a neat, small triangle of pubic hair above their pussies.

“Do it soft and slow, sweetie,” she whispered.

As I gently started licking her pussy, I felt her tongue occasionally tapping my throbbing clit. She decided to make the softly vibrating vibrator in my tight little asshole work harder and set it to the highest setting. The thing started to vibrate hard, causing the big dildo in my pussy to vibrate as well. Oh, it was heavenly, especially when she moved her tongue over my clit again. Meanwhile, Cristina started to moan louder. Her body began to spasm. I tried to push my pelvis up to control how hard my clit would move against her tongue, but it was futile. Due to the orgasm racing through her body, Cristina had no attention left for me. She too fell off me, satisfied.

Now only Andrea was left. She took her place above my face and pulled her pussy lips wide apart with both hands. It wasn't hard to find her thick clit and close my lips around it. It was unbelievable; as soon as I started sucking, she came. She was just as horny as I was!!! My lips didn't let go of her clit, and as I sucked, I tapped with the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.

Without being able to catch my breath, she slid into another orgasm. I heard her let out a few hoarse cries and struggle not to fall.

“Oh yes, horny little slut,” I heard her say, “That was wonderful. Now it's your turn.”

As she said this, she released the cuff on my right hand. Immediately, I reached down between my legs. I felt the vibrator vibrating in my tight little ass and the dildo pushed up to its balls into my pussy. I saw the three women staring at me, eager to see how I would make myself cum, but I didn't care. I was so horny, I just had to cum. My fingers found my throbbing clit and pinched it softly and rhythmically, faster and faster.

Waves of pleasure washed over my body as I orgasm. It seemed to never end; I felt the vibrator still vibrating hard in my anus and my pussy muscles contracting uncontrollably around the thick dildo. My body shook, and I screamed out loud, clearly to the satisfaction of the three women.

As I lay there, still dazed from the pleasure, the women freed me and left the room giggling. It took a while before I came back to my senses, but then I quickly gathered my clothes, which were still scattered around the floor and left the house as quickly as possible.

When I arrived at work on Monday morning at nine and opened up my computer, there was an email with an attachment. The attachment was a video, and all the hope I had that it was just a one-time adventure vanished as soon as I read the email:

“A small precaution to ensure you do as we say.”