The next day, Pat, my mistress, called about 10 AM and said, "I want you to get dressed in the outfit I bought you."

I asked, "All of it?"

She replied, "Yes, all of it. What the fuck else would I mean!"

Arriving right after lunch, she announced, "We need to go somewhere. There's someone I want you to meet, and if you're good, I'll eat you when we get back." That sounded like a great idea to me.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

We drove for about ten minutes and ended up near the college campus. Homes in this neighborhood were usually rented by students. We stopped and approached a small cottage-looking house. It needed a paint job in the worst way.

My mistress knocked on the door and a young man answered. He was probably in his early twenties. When he saw me, he said, "Pat, you said she was hot, but wow, she is flaming."

My face flushed with embarrassment. Entering, my mistress said, "Why don't you two sit on the sofa, and I'll get some drinks."

I guess she had been there before. I sat at the end of the sofa. Harold sat next to me, just staring at me. That made me a little uncomfortable by his closeness and the glaring. I felt like a steak in a lion's cage. He put his hand on my leg and began to slide it up.

I shot out of my seat and said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "I'm just checking out the merchandise."

I thought to myself, "What the fuck does that mean? I'm not a commodity."

Just then, my mistress emerged from the kitchen with some drinks.

"Pat, we need to go. This young man is trying to get fresh with me."

"Kathy, come over here. Stand here!"

I did as commanded.

She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, then kissed my neck. I got a chill.

Whispering in my ear, "You need to be a 'good' girl and do as I say. Remember, your reward and promise, so just calm down."

Pat unzipped my dress, slipping the straps off my shoulders. It fell to the floor.

"Doesn't my little bitch look scrumptious."

"Yeah, she’s fucking awesome."

My mistress pushed me down on the sofa, saying, "I don't want to hear another complaint out of you. Understand!"

"Yes," was my compliant reply.

"Yes, WHAT?"

My heart dropped as I realized what I was in for and correctly responded, "Yes, my mistress."

After that reply, Harold's hands were all over me - sliding up my legs, on my tits, kissing my neck. I just sat there in a trance. In a couple minutes, I was naked except for my heels, stockings and garter belt while he fingered me.

My mistress was sitting in a chair just watching and said, "Pinch her nipple hard and watch what happens."

He did. I couldn't control myself and began to cum. My mistress just watched while stroking her pussy. Soon I was sucking his cock and he quickly came in my mouth.

"Don't swallow it. Show it to me."

I opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in it, swished his stuff around and rubbed some on my face and tits.

"OK, you can swallow the rest." I did.

He had me lie on the sofa then he fucked me hard and came in about ten minutes.

My mistress said, "Now watch this. Count how many times she cums."

She knelt between my legs and began to flick her tongue over my cum-drenched clit. I was so hot for her that I began to cum immediately and lost count of my orgasms. When she finally stopped about twenty minutes later, Harold said, "I think there were at least ten or so."

We left and returned home, my mistress said, "You were a real 'good' girl and now I will give you your reward."

She had me take my clothes off and went down on me again. I loved it. Her tongue can do magical things to my pussy. After about ten minutes of cumming, I was exhausted. When she left, she said, "We'll do this again tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 9 AM because Harold has late classes tomorrow."

The next day, my mistress pulled up at 9 AM exactly, off we went to Harold's place. When we got there, two other young men were there – Tim and Tom, twins – Harold's roommates.

My mistress said, "This is my little bitch and she does whatever I say. Don't hurt her, but have fun. OK boys!" Looking at me, Pat said, "Don't complain, just enjoy yourself. You'll get your reward when we get back to your place."

She unzipped my dress like the day before. I felt abandoned, alone in this room, even with four other humans there.

Harold laid on the couch with his cock sticking straight up and said, "Why don't you just hop on and we'll see where it goes from here."

Lowering myself onto his cock, he began pumping. Tim and Tom had other ideas. Tim moved toward my face and said, "Suck this, cunt."

Tom pushed me forward on to Harold's chest then spit on my pucker muscle, rammed his cock into me, saying, "This is the hottest bitch we've ever fucked. She'll do anything. What a cum slut."

This continued until they all came. I thought I was done, but they switched positions and so it went until they each had fucked and came in every one of my orifices.

My mistress requested, "Hey, boys, before we leave, I want each of you to jack off on her face and hair. Do you think you could do that for me?"

They responded in unison, "Hell yeah, we can do that."

When they were finished, I had globs of cum in my eyes. My hair was glued together like a dog with the mange. My mistress wouldn't let me clean it off before we left.

On the way home, we stopped at a convenience store, and she made me go in. My mistress made me stand by the check-out counter as several guys in line looked us over and stared at me with dried cum on my face and in my hair. They knew what it was.

She saw them gawking at me and said, "Yes, it's cum. She likes it."

I felt about three inches small. She bought a Coke and we left. Once we were at my house, she stripped me and ate my pussy liked she promised. I came like the rain in a tropical forest, in torrents. When she was finished, she lightly patted my pussy and said with a smile, "We need to give this a rest. You have tomorrow off."

After she left, I cleaned up and began to cry. I was so alone and helpless. I felt betrayed by my mistress that she would treat me like this and encourage this to happen to me. I thought about killing myself, but my sweet hubby. What had I gotten us into? This was all my fault. I realized I wasn't a sometime "slut." I had become a fulltime "SLUT."

I headed for bed even though it was only two in the afternoon.

I slept until the next morning. It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh; the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly. About nine, the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and didn't see my mistress's car, so I wondered who it might be. Opening the door, it was two men that I didn't know, but I thought that I might have seen them somewhere.

One said as he looked me up and down, "We were just passing by and thought we'd say hello."

Their stares were making me uneasy as I answered, "Well, hello. Can I help you gentlemen?"

The taller one said, "We both noticed that you're a beautiful woman and very well built."

I replied, "Don't you think that's a bit forward considering we don't know each other?"

"Oh, but we do. We've seen you naked."

My heart stopped for a second, then raced as my brain snapped to the realization that they were the ones that watched me a couple days ago. I turned beet red.

Noticing my redness, the shorter one said, "Don't be ashamed. You are the most beautiful woman we've seen in a long time. We appreciated how engrossed you were with your activities, so we wanted to meet you."

Trying to end this conversation, I said, "Well, it's been nice meeting you. I've got an appointment shortly."

The tall one grabbed my hands and lustfully peered deeply into my eyes as he towered over me and said, "I think you want to invite us in. Don't you?"

My brain "shorted out" and drifted off to, I don't know where. My pussy got wet and I went numb. I couldn't help myself and said, "Yes, come in."

Once the door closed, he pushed me down in front of him and unzipped his pants. He said, "Take it out!"

In a daze, I reached up and slipped my hand inside his boxers and pulled out an eight-inch cock.

"I think you want to suck it now. Don't you?"

I can't believe that I said, "Yes, that would be nice."

My lips and tongue worked his cock right there at my own front door. The other man groped at my breasts and removed my blouse and bra. He pinched my nipples so hard that I almost came right then. The one whose cock I was sucking grabbed my head and face-fucked me as he blew a load into my mouth, saying, "Drink my cum, you slut." I did.

The other man pushed me down on my back and began devouring my tits as the other stripped me. I was in a trance of disbelief, especially because I didn’t put up any resistance. I guess Pat's training had affected me more than I realized. Both men quickly stripped. The man sucking my tits pushed my legs apart and slammed his cock so forcefully into my dripping cunt that he lifted me off the floor. I came immediately. The other put his cock in my mouth and my tongue instinctively began to give it my best treatment.

Once he was fully hard, he said, "I want to fuck her ass."

His friend grasped my waist and rolled over on his back, taking me with him. The other man positioned himself behind me and spread my cheeks as he slid his cock into my warmth. I could feel both their cocks sliding in and out of both my holes like pistons on a cam shaft - in, out, up, down - over and over. They must have done this before because one cock would slide into my cunt and the other slid out of my ass making sure I was always filled with cock. They had a good rhythm.

At that moment, I was helpless to stop them even if I wanted to because I was cumming uncontrollably as my juices squirted from my pussy and my head spun. They both came and got dressed.

Before leaving they said, "We have to go now, but we'll come by every week or two to check on you. Hope you enjoyed yourself because we certainly did."

They left. I masturbated using their cum until I had at least four more orgasms.

I needed my husband home to help me control what I'd become. That night, I got a phone call from my Sweetie.

He said, "Honey, I've got some bad news. I’ve got to be out here another week."

I screamed, "Nooo, I can't be without you any longer. Please come home. Everything is going to shit."

"Has Pat been bothering you?"

"She's been talking to me and making me do things."

He sounded worried when he said, "You mean with other people or just on the phone?"

I couldn't tell him the truth, not on the phone when he was so far away, so I lied and said, "No just on the phone."

"So it's just phone sex then."

I lied again and answered, "Yes, just phone sex."

"That's OK, Honey. I know the power she has over you and I'm glad it's just phone sex. I hope to get this wrapped up early, so I can be home with you sooner. See you soon. Love ya."

I replied with a defeated soul, "Love you, too."

After that call, I decided I wouldn't answer the phone or the doorbell until my husband got home. That was my only way to survive this. It was working, then Friday came. It was about 3 PM when I heard my front door open. I knew I had locked it, so I was worried. I should have been worried, because in walked my mistress.

"How did you get in here?"

"Don't you remember. You gave me a key. I was worried about you. You haven't been answering the phone or returning my messages. Since you're alone in this house, I thought something might have happened to you."

"I'm alright. I just need some alone time to think."

"I think you need some wine and a hot bath. That really helps me relax," my mistress replied as she headed for the bathroom. "I'll run you one. That Jacuzzi of yours will certainly do the trick."

Once my bath had been drawn, she said, "I think it's ready for you."

When I walked in, the mirror was already fogging up, so the water must have been pretty warm.

My mistress said, "Let me help you out of those clothes."

"No, I want to do it myself.”

She replied, "I won't do anything. Just let me help you. I love helping you. You know that. Please."

She had never said “please” to me before. I reluctantly replied, "OK."

She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. She unsnapped my bra. Slipping it off, she rubbed my shoulders where the straps had dug into them. Her hands were like feathers. They felt nice. She unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them. She reached up and slipped her thumbs into my panties’ waistband and slowly pulled them down. I was naked in front of her.

"Turn around." I did.

Her eyes were drinking me in like I was the nectar of the gods. She said, "The water's pretty warm. Go slow."

I dipped my foot cautiously into the water. It was very hot, but I continued. Soon, I was lowering my body into this boiling caldron. I thought to myself, “Is this how a lobster feels?”

Once I was fully immersed, she said, "Let me turn it on."

The jets felt great as they massaged my tensions and I could feel them drifting away just like teabag tendrils wafting away in hot water. I relaxed and it felt wonderful.

My mistress brought us two large glasses of the Malbec I love and placed mine on the tub ledge. I took a few sips. While she sat in the vanity chair watching, she took a sip, too. Soon, both of us had finished the wine and my mistress headed for the kitchen for the bottle. Refilling our glasses, we talked about everything except the one thing that I feared. With the water's warmth, the wine was affecting me quickly. I drank it too fast, but I was feeling really relaxed for the first time since my hubby went on his business trip.

Pat added more hot water. I could feel the water as it rushed around my body and the jets burrowed into my tensions. I was about half finished with my second glass when my mistress said, "You look so relaxed now. Can I join you?"

I feared she would take advantage of me in this state and replied, "No, I don't think so."

"Please, I promise I won't do anything," she pleaded.

That was the second time today that she had said "please" to me. In a weak moment, I said, "OK, but no funny business."

She removed her clothes.

She's so beautiful with her golden hair and tanned body. She stepped in behind me so that my back nestled up against her breasts. The water level rose up to my neck. As I rested on her chest, I could feel her nipples poking into my back. They were hard as pebbles. A tingle came over me and I wanted to get out, but the warmth and the wine convinced me otherwise.

My mistress said, "Oh, this feels really good. I like the way the jets just massage your body. They swivel so you can direct them exactly where they need to go."

She moved one and aimed it directly at my left nipple. It was like a thousand tongues flicking it. I began to feel a stirring between my legs. She re-directed another jet to hit the other one. I could feel I was going to lose control and tried to get up, but the wine and warmth had turned my legs into spaghetti. I couldn't move. She parted my legs.

"No, please don't do this."

As she took the hand sprayer, she replied, "I'm not doing anything."

She immersed it underwater and turned it on with the pulsating flow. Directing it at my pussy, when the first pulse hit, I knew I was lost. I was cumming in about five seconds as my mistress held me close with her arm around my waist as she moved the water stream back and forth over my clit. I came and came and came.

She whispered in my ear, "I just love watching you cum. It's so hot. It just shows me how much you love me. I love making you feel good."

I responded, "Oh, my mistress, please don't do this. Please don't make me do anything tonight. Please."

Her response was, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

She turned the sprayer off and moved to the edge of the tub then spread her legs. I knew I had to eat her because she was my mistress. I buried my face in her cunt and made her cum.

"See I knew you wanted to do that."

She got me out of the tub and led me into my bedroom. Laid out on the bed was my black dress outfit.

When I saw it, I said, "OH NO, please not that! No! Not tonight. Let's just stay here and make love, my mistress."

"Remember when I first made you do things that you thought you didn't like, but you really did. Well, this is one of those things," was her rebuttal.

Soon I was dressed and we were heading for Harold's apartment. Once we arrived, there was a party going on, but there were just guys there, about a dozen or so. It wasn't fifteen minutes later and I was naked on the floor fucking and sucking everyone there. This went on for hours. I had a cock in my mouth, pussy or ass, most of the time all three at once. My mistress just watched while rubbing her cunt.

She had all the boys cum on me as I lay on the floor. I had cum covering every inch of my body. She got me dressed and took me home. Leaving me with my clothes glued to my skin, I staggered to the shower. Standing there with all my clothes on, trying to wash away everything I had become and wishing things were different. I must have been in there an hour just crying and loathing myself for this simple reason: I didn't hate what had happened.

I LOVED IT!