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A New Dawn Arises by Dawn McMahon Chapter 1 The Arising To celebrate my transformation and to increase the effect of my feminization, Mistress Lynn decided a name change was in order. "What's a good name for a useless, slut French Maid," she asked herself aloud. "I shall call you Dawn. I think it's appropriate because you are at the dawn of a new way of life." Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number of loops. My mistress attached my wrist restraints to the strap. This allowed me limited use of my hands. "Just enough freedom for you to get this house clean," she explained. "Here's your list of cooking and cleaning jobs. I'll inspect all the areas and if they're not satisfactory your ass is mine, literally." She showed me where all the cleaning things were and gave me a simple menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to serve four or five people. Mistress Lynn had returned to the living room to watch TV. After about an hour of steady work, I was summoned to the living room. She had removed her boots and was relaxing. "My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for me," she said. I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockinged feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated the process on the other foot. "Now my calves," she commanded. I slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh. When I looked up, I found my self staring directly between her outspread thighs. It was like being offered a glimpse of heaven. My mistress caught me staring. She used her free foot to kick me back onto the floor. "Eat your heart out bitch," she laughed. "I may give you a sniff of my pussy later. But first, you have to prove yourself to me. Get your ass back to work" I returned to my chores. She, once again, called me back. "Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold my ashtray in one hand and my drink in the other. I'm tired of reaching to the table," she ordered. I complied immediately, not knowing the torture she had in store for me. While I was squatting and my hands were full, she would run one of her nylon-covered legs under the skirt, up the inside of my thighs and work her toes in my crotch. I knew I couldn't take too much of that and keep my balance. She would pause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink and then begin the torture again. "Don't spill anything or you'll be punished severely," she warned as a foot wormed itself inside in elastic leg bands of the panties and rubbed my swollen, throbbing member. I was helpless against her advances. The ankle restraints kept me from spreading my feet so I could keep my knees together. So, I was forced to spread my knees in order to keep my balance. She had me where she wanted me under her total control. Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-covered ass, spilling her drink in the process. "Clumsy bitch," she proclaimed. "You screwed up and spilled my drink and soaked my carpet. It's only fitting that you get screwed as your punishment. Your virgin cunt is mine now slut!" She commanded me to clean up my mess and return to the bedroom. I cleaned up the spilled drink and hurried quickly to the bedroom. Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy arrival. She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her disconnect the clips from each other, momentarily freeing my hands. But not for long. Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the corners of the bed to the basic restraints. She repeated the same procedure with my ankles. My mistress then stepped back to view her spread-eagled slave. "It's useless to fight your restraints. I'm going to remove your gag soon so that I can hear your cries of pleasure when you surrender your virginity. For your own good Dawn, be a good little girl and do as your told," she said. All I could do was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn then knelt between my spread legs and smiled wickedly. As I looked up at her, I could see my reflection in the ceiling mirror. She, instead of me, was truly in the dominant position and was about to do things to me that I only fantasized I would do with another woman. Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my skirt and petticoat up my legs, exposing my crotch to her view. She spread the skirt and petticoat back across my chest and then began running her hands over my thighs. Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties. I had been brought to the peak of excitement so many times that my panties were literally sopping wet with pre-cum fluid. "The hotter you get a virgin the more receptive her cunt becomes," whispered the domina. "You're one hot little piece. "It's time to remove your gag. Soon you'll be begging me to rape your cunt and I want to hear every scream," Mistress Lynn stated. She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between my teeth. I was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that I should thank my mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking. So I remained silent. She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face, barely an inch from my lips. "Let's see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter your hot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock," she commanded. I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly in-and-out of my pursed lips. She remarked that I had a real blowjob lips and would probably be the hit of any party. "You've got the sucking part down real well. You need some practice with your tongue. We'll work on that later," she scolded. The dildo was slowly removed from my mouth and I was surprised at the popping sound it made as she pulled it from between my lips. The mistress then returned to her teasing. This time she ran the cock along the inside of my legs and across my crotch. My nerves were in a frenzy. My cock/clit wanted to burst. My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips. The more I moaned the more she teased. Suddenly, she stopped and climbed off the bed. My body immediately began to arch against the restraints. "Please don't stop," my brain screamed. My reflexes echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands. Chapter 2 The Deflowering "Lift your cute little ass in the air," she commanded as she stood menacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightly apart. I lifted my but up as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch to her to with it as she willed. This, I knew was my ultimate surrender. It meant more than any words I could utter. My mistress slid a pillow under my ass cheeks and remarked that my clit was really swollen. "You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn," she asked. "Oh yes, Mistress Lynn," I replied. "Yes, what?" "Yes, mistress, I would like to cum." "Why?" "Mistress Lynn, I'm so hot. My cock is about to explode." "But, you don't have a cock," she scolded me. You must be talking about your clitty" "Yes mistress. My clitty is about to explode." "Explode where?" "In my underwear." "Where?" "Into the panties." "Whose panties?" "My panties." "So!" "Please!" "Please what?" "Please mistress, let me cum." "Say that Dawn's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum." "Please mistress! Dawn's pussy is one fire and she wants to cum." "Who is Dawn?" "Dawn is your slave." "Who is Dawn?" "I am Dawn, my mistress." "What is Dawn?" "Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn." "Is Dawn my little panty slave?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants ... no needs ... to cum, please!" My mistress's face took on a stern expression again. I knew immediately I had done something wrong. The smack across my face proved it. "Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of no concern to me? You are going to lose your cherry today because it is my wish, not yours," she explained. "Now that you have irritated me, I have decided that you will not cum. I will still fuck your virgin hole until you scream for release. I will tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I will not allow you to cum. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side of the bed and laid them out within her reach. "White is for virgins. There's no need for virgin-white panties to cover your quivering slut cunt," she said as she took a pair of scissors and cut the panties at each side. She pulled the panties out from under my ass checks and pressed them against my mouth and nose. "Smell and taste your juices, bitch." Suck those juices from your panties crotch." Of course, I obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. They were soaked with pre-come fluid. Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had straps attached at each end. "This is a spreader bar," she said. "This will help keep you spread wide so that I have a clear, open shot at your hole. It will keep your legs as far apart as I want for as long as I want." Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up one thigh. She then freed the opposite ankle from its restraint and began spreading my legs apart. I thought I would split before I was spread far enough for her to attach the other end of the spreader to my thigh. The bar forced my ass even higher, as I was rocked further onto my back. I also began to realize that I had only one hole that could be penetrated. Mistress Lynn was right -- it surely was my virgin hole. She must have noticed my fear and concern because she began torturing me with those magical hands of hers. "Your clit is so swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still not wet enough for me to ram my cock into. Let me give it some help," she offered. She held up the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed the top. My mistress then spread a small amount of it onto her hands and began spreading it between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormed an oiled finger into my hole and began wriggling it around inside. My muscles locked on that finger and a moan of pain and pleasure escaped my lips. She used her other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowly bringing me rapidly to the brink of an orgasm. Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau for what seemed to be forever. She would stop her fondling at just the right instant or would remove her finger whenever she noticed my ass start to sway or try to press against her hand. I lost control and began to plead with her, "Please mistress. Don't stop. Let me cum!" Instead she stopped completely. She reached to the floor and strapped a harness around her waist. She was facing away from me while she attached something to it. When she turned around, the dildo that had spent so much time in my mouth was attached to the harness. I just knew that cock would split my virgin hole open. "Do you really want to cum Dawn? How badly do you want to cum?" "Oh, mistress. Please let me cum. I'll do anything! Anything!" She crawled back onto the bed. She moved between my spread thighs until her knees touched the spreader bar. The cock was perched barely inches from its target. To my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest. The cock now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lips whenever she moved. "Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?" "Yes, Mistress Lynn." "Yes, What?" "Please let me have your cock." "How would my little slut like to have it." "Any way you desire, mistress." "Would you like to lick it?" "If would please you, my mistress." "Maybe you would rather suck it?" "Please mistress, let me suck it." "Would you like me to screw your tight little hole?" "Please fuck me with it. Please let me have your cock! She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and across my cheeks. I found myself reflexively licking my lips and pursing them in anticipation. What a slut I was becoming! Mistress Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips. She totally controlled the action. She would sometimes pull out and slip just the head between my lips, then suddenly forcing its entire length back into my mouth. "See, I told you that you would get better with practice. You're becoming a real cock sucker," she giggled. "Let's see how well you can do with your tongue." Her cock retreated from my mouth and placed it barely between my lips. "Use your tongue, Dawn," she commanded. I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and began to lick the head of the shaft. Mistress Lynn then slapped my face with her cock, forced it between my lips, pulled it out, made me lick it and slapped me again. "I can be a cock teaser too," my mistress said. All of this excitement was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. She probed my hole again. This time she slipped in at least three fingers. I began crying for relief. "Actually, Dawn, you're still not ready. Your tight little hole still needs loosened some more before you can handle me." The mistress used a small vibrator to warm me up. "They call this the ultimate squirmy, Dawn. You'll just love how it squirms and rotates in your pussy just like a real cock." She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it into my hole. I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was replaced with moans of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and started working it in and out, readying my hole for her ever-erect cock. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!" My moans gave me away. She knew I was ready. So did I. My legs were high in the air. The spreader bar offered my mistress unimpeded entry. I watched her oil her cock and then rub more in and around my hole. The time had arrived. She shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me. One of her hands slowly guided the instrument of my deflowering to its awaiting sheath. The other hand covered my mouth. I swallowed hard ... took a deep breath ... closed my eyes and offered myself up to her, straining my ass up to meet her. The blunt end of the dildo began to force its way past my tightly clenched anal opening. Her hand over my mouth forced the screams of my rape back down my throat. Ever so slowly, the dildo entered my hole. "Aaarrrggghhh!" I had to gasp for breath with every movement she made. As my muscles began to relax, the pain began to subside and waves of pleasure began to wash over me. Once she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deep in my hole, she stopped moving. I could feel her groin pressed against mine. She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me. "Relax, Dammit," she yelled. Don't tense those pussy muscles. Relax!" She removed her hand from my mouth. The hand now encircled my throbbing cock. Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly withdrew. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!," I moaned absorbing the impact of her strokes. My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it again and started to slowly rape my virgin hole. As my insides stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, a soothing warmth began to spread through my veins. This wasn't too bad after all. The sensations continued to grow from mildly stimulating to downright arousing. My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her every thrust. Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She withdrew the cockhead and rested it against my rectum, poised and ready to invade again at her will. "Don't stop, mistress. Please fuck me. My cunt is burning for you. Please shove your cock in and out of my pussy. Don't stop, keep going," I implored her. In response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo of her thrusts. "Are you ready to cum, slut?" "Oh yes, soon, very soon my mistress!" "Beg!" "Please, mistress, please!" "Beg!" "Please fuck me, mistress. Please make me cum. I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Yes, my mistress, anything!" "Would you like me to play with your swollen clitty?" Her hand began to pump my dick. "Oh, yes mistress, please! Please play with my clitty while you fuck my hole!" She stopped abruptly. "What do you want me to fuck," she asked? "My hole, Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole." "You mean you want me to fuck your pussy." "Yes, please! Please fuck me!" "Fuck your what?" "Please!" "Fuck your what?" "Pussy." "Whose Pussy?" "My pussy." "That's much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!" "Please! Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!" "Is your pussy hot, Dawn?" "Ohhh yessss!" "How hot?" "Very hot!" "Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how hot you are. How badly you want it," she commanded. "Ohhh ... yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long and hard. Your cock feels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding my insides. Rape my cunt. Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress. Please fuck my cunt!" My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my member. She slowly massaged it up and down, first gently, then with almost reckless abandon. "You really do want my cock buried deep in your pussy, don't you, you slut! You love the feel of my cock!" "Yes my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prick deep into my cunt. It's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing me apart with that cock of yours," I moaned. Whipped into a frenzy, my ass arched to meet my mistress's every thrust into my hole. Her hand manipulated me with every stroke. She took me to heaven, then hell, and back to heaven. "I'm burning up inside. You're setting my insides on fire. I can't stand it." The feeling of fullness in my hole was soon replaced by the feeling of fullness in my member. The pressure built and built. "Oh, my God. You're fucking me crazy. Fuck me. Fuck my burning pussy goooood," I moaned louder and louder. "That's it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut. You're now going to cum harder than you ever have before. It will be the most intense orgasm of your life. Above all remember your promise that you'd do anything if I made you cum," my mistress stated. "I remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I'm going to explode." My mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped my member at the same time. "I feel it coming! Don't stop. I'm so close. Oh, yes. Oh, my God. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I need it soon bad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh! I'm coming! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!" The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense that I don't remember screaming or moaning. I fainted from its intensity. I awoke knowing that my life would never again be the same. Chapter 3 The Awakening I awoke alone in the bedroom. My restraints had been removed. So had the French Maid outfit. A note was taped to my chest. After finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note. "Welcome to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I'm sure your cunt and clit are both very sore from our little workout. I assure you it was nothing compared to what awaits you. There are fresh clothes laid out for you in the dressing room. Prepare yourself carefully after you take your scented bath and remove all your hair. The only hair I want to see is the hair on your head. Be sure that all your cunt hairs are gone. There's nothing sexier than a smooth crotch. After you've dressed, secure the restraints to your wrist and ankles. I'll adjust them when I return. Don't forget your promise to do "anything" if I would let you cum. You will pay for what you promised in the heat of your passion. By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildo and a vibrator crammed up your ass. I'm sure your "ex" would get a real charge out of seeing them. The door is padlocked. I have taken your clothes and car to a friend's house. We will be back about 9:30 p.m. You had better be dressed and prepared to serve us. Remember, our wish is your command. Your mistress Lynn" I painfully rolled over to check the clock. Every muscle ached. My hole felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into it. I groaned with every movement. The light from the desk clock cast an eerie glow in the room. I noticed that my slashed panties were balled-up next to me on the bed. The maid's outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door. I ran my hands across my body. The corset was still cinched tightly. It felt like a second skin now. Each movement on the bed caused my stockinged legs to brush together, once again awakening feelings of excitement. The spreader bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed -- a vivid reminder of my lost virginity. It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes remained before my mistress returned. I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water. A bottle of scented liquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capful into the tub and settled-in for a luxurious bath. A feeling of total relaxation enveloped me. A razor and hair removal creme caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? How would I be able to face people? The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased my doubts. I began the task of making myself presentable for Mistress Lynn. After toweling myself dry, I entered the dressing room. My evening attire awaited. It consisted of a scarlet red corset, falsies, black nylons, red pumps, red slip, red mini-dress and the red panties I had purchased earlier. I handled each delicate article carefully. After hooking the corset in place, I inserted the falsies. Their texture against my nipple seemed to keep them in a constant state of arousal. Next came the stockings. I carefully smoothed them up each leg and attached the garters. Stepping into the panties, I swooned with pleasure as the material rested against my clean shaven crotch. Dawn was, once again, taking over my personality. I began feeling like a school girl getting ready for her first party. The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I smoothed the red satin mini-dress in place over my sexy lingerie. A black wig of cascading curls topped my head. I soon found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror. My mirror image excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in my panties and I felt myself getting wet down there again. A little makeup would help, I thought. I experimented with Mistress Lynn's assortment of makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipsticks. I didn't do that bad of a job. A little on the slut side. But, that's how I felt at the moment anyway. Chapter 4 Mistress Lisa The sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me back to reality. After unlocking the padlock, three women entered the room, my mistress, a beautiful tall blonde and another woman who remained in the shadows of the dark hallway. I lowered my head as Mistress Lynn approached me. She cupped my chin, raising my face to meet her gaze. "Not a bad job," she said. "That dress and your makeup job could earn you a few bucks on any street corner. Something, however, seems to be missing." The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side and whispered something in her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked toward me and slapped my face. The sting brought tears to my eyes. What had I done wrong? "You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you embarrass me in front of my friends. Can't you follow a simple order? Where are your restraints?" I could only whisper that I was sorry that I was so stupid. I quickly fastened the restraints to my wrists and ankles. "You're sorry all right. You're going to be even sorrier later. Punishment will come soon enough. Tonight, our pleasure comes first." Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who wanted to inspect her slave first. "I do," said the blonde. The third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move. "Dawn, I want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I'm sure you remember her from Victoria's Secret. She's the one who picked out your panties for you. You will obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me to a spot on the floor marked with a piece of tape. "Stand over that spot and spread those legs, cunt." I centered myself over the spot, my legs spread as far as possible . The domina then attached my ankle restraints to two clamps on the floor. "Raise your arms over your head." The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging from the ceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched into a jumping jack position. Once again, I found myself helplessly spread-eagled. She reached into her bag and pulled out something that resembled a riding crop. "You'll become familiar with this little toy of mine from one end to the other," she sneered. She traced the handle along each cheek. "Lynn tells me you're an excellent cock sucker. Well, I prefer to have my pussy eaten. There's not too much difference. First, let's see how well you can work your little slut mouth." Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips. They opened and began sucking the handle in. "You're a natural deep throat artist, aren't you? Show me how good you are with your tongue." She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about two inches from my lips and commanded me to start licking. My tongue darted out. It snaked up, down and around the handle, caressing it fondly. I repeated this flicking process over and over again. "Not bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Does cock sucking and pussy eating turn you on? Don't answer. I'll find out for myself." Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had ridden high up my thighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath the skirt. "I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how they fit so snug on you cute little tush. It's a shame I didn't get to see you in the white ones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, 'white is only for virgins.' And there's no virgin in this house. Is there Dawn?" Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop back between my lips. With her free hand, she reached down and cupped my crotch. "Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that swollen little clit keeps jumping in my hand. I bet you'd just love to have me ram this handle into your hot, tight little hole." She removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly against my hole. The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keeping the handle from invading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behind me, she caressed my ass cheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist. With one swift motion she pulled my panties down to my spread knees. The crop swished through the air and then it found its mark. I felt a sharp sting as it landed across my naked flesh. Smack! Smack! Smack! The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked uncontrollably as she whipped my ass with the riding crop. "That's the pain. Next comes the humiliation." Chapter 5 Stepping Out She unfastened my imprisoned ankles and had me step into the red heels and tightened the straps around my ankles. She placed a bracelet around my ankle. "This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet proudly," she said. My wrist restraints were removed and she led me toward the door. I balked, earning an immediate slap. "Stand out on the porch and wait for me," she commanded as she pushed me out the door. The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged thighs. My knees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for support. The porch light came on. The three women inside waved to me from a window. The moisture that had formed on my panties from my excitement felt cold against my cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly from the breeze. I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door opened. Mistress Lisa emerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a baseball cap. Her long tresses were hidden under the cap, giving her a manly appearance. "Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you're not the kind of girl who doesn't put out on the first date," she whispered. She took my hand and led me to her convertible. The top was down. She opened the passenger door for me . As I slid onto the seat, she fondled and pinched my ass. "Nice buns." It was hard keeping the skirt pulled down. The seats were vinyl. My butt slid every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotch to the summer breeze. The mistress pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the interstate on-ramp. "Slide over here. Don't be shy," she intoned. I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled my skirt down in a vain attempt to cover myself. "It's a little late for modesty, Dawn," she said. Her hand reached between my clenched thighs and roughly forced them apart. Expert fingers began massaging their way to my crotch. "Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up. I want these horny truckers to be able to see your sweet little panties when they pass us. Put you heels up on the dashboard and recline your seat a little. If you don't do it, I'll drop you off right here," she warned. I complied as fast as she could bark out each order. My facial color had to match the red of my panties. I was embarrassed at being displayed so openly for everyone's view. "Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and play with your clit." As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, I heard an air horn blast and a trucker shout, "Hey bitch, how about letting me put my meat there in place of your hand." I wanted to die. Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation. "I want you to play with yourself with one hand and rub my crotch with the other. I brought you on this ride so you could please me, not yourself ." I moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise, I felt a bulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be a man? How can she possibly have a hardon? I continued to rub. "Open my pants. Pull down the zipper. You've given me a hardon with all that rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob. Now," she commanded. "Put some of that lipstick on my dipstick." After unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something straining to escape. A rubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directly at me. "Suck me off, cunt." "Yes, mistress." I pulled my legs down off the dash and knelt on the front seat. My head lowered into her lap and began sucking and licking the dildo that had become a large part of my life lately. My mistress laughed as drivers honked and waved as they spotted my head bobbing up and down on the cock. "Disconnect the cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy lips. Lick my clit until I cum," she breathed heavily. The dildo was easy to remove from its harness. I laid it on the seat and returned to the object of my attention. "Ummmm, that feels so good," she moaned. She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury my face in her pleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filled my nostrils. I was so wrapped up in pleasing her that I could no longer hear the horns or yells. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. The erect little nub pulsed hotly against my tongue tip. "That's it. A little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot. You're getting better." Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides of my head as I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. I thought my tongue would come loose at its roots as it continued to dive into the depths of her seething cunt. Suddenly, her ass lifted high of the seat and her pussy continued to grind hard against my lips and tongue. Her thighs literally locked themselves to my head. She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained. Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat. "Oh God, that felt so good!" My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally released my head from their vise grip. "Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all." I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more control than I had. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans and help her straighten up. After gaining her composure, she reached in to the glove box and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. "Take this and lubricate the dildo really well. You might want to grease your love hole too. You see, For your reward, I'm going to let you home with that cock buried in your tight little twat." I spared no grease, remembering how hard it was to initially take in the rubber cock, especially the massive head of it. Lifting my ass of the seat, I wormed a greased finger into my hole. The muscles tensed around it and I imagined the discomfort awaiting me. "Pull your panties down, Dawn. I'll hold the cock in place on the seat while you lower yourself on it." Panties pulled down, I raised my ass at least a foot into the air. While still driving, she slid the dildo into place. "Start lowering yourself. Take just a little at a time. Do you feel it going in?" The end of the dildo bounced against my hole and slowly worked its way inside. I nodded that I did. As soon I did, she slammed on the brakes. I lost my balance and slid immediately down the length of the greased shaft. It was totally buried in my hole. "Aaaaaiiiieee," I screamed in pain. "Shut up, bitch!" The pain was soon replaced by an almost pleasurable feeling of fullness. The pain returned, of course, every time we hit a bump or made a hard turn. "Pull up your undies, you shameless slut. Cover those legs. Have you no pride at all? I thought I was taking out a nice girl. Wait until I tell your mistress what a bad little girl you've been," she laughed as continued down the road. Once we left the interstate, she wound her way home along only unpaved gravel roads. Every bump caused me to moan in pain. Every moan drew a snicker from my date. "How does it feel to have a cock imbedded in your twat," she exclaimed. "It's soooo big and soooo hard inside me," I moaned. As we pulled into the driveway, Mistress Lisa told me to exit the car like a lady, go inside and wait in the bedroom while she discussed my conduct with Mistress Lynn. I exited the car in as prim and proper a manner as possible. After smoothing the skirt on my legs, I began my walk up the driveway and onto the porch. My heels clicked loudly as I walked quickly to the door. My thighs rubbed together and my muscles strained against the cock buried in my hole. The door was unlocked and I went directly to the bedroom, closed the door and awaited my fate. Chapter 6 Mystery Mistress "That Dawn is one hot piece of ass," exclaimed Mistress Lisa. "With a little more discipline, she'll make a first class she-male slave." She told her friends everything that happened on our 'date.' "You should have seen the reaction of those truckers when they saw Dawn, her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in her panties. I'm still surprised there were no accidents. That reminds me. Dawn still has the dildo buried in her cute little ass. She must be in agony." There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn's voice when I heard her laugh and exclaim, "Let her suffer for awhile. She deserves it." "Should we allow Mistress Ellen to have her turn with Dawn now," Mistress Lisa asked her partner-in-pain. Mistress Lynn agreed. She told her friends that she would first prepare me for my next encounter. "My little bitch slave better be kneeling at the foot of the bed when I walk through that door," she shouted. I immediately dropped to my knees. The door burst open. There stood my mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit. In her heels, she towered over my kneeling, quivering form. "My friend Mistress Ellen will soon join us. I have given her total freedom to use you as she pleases. She is so beautiful that you are not worthy of the honor of viewing her beauty." she said and placed a thick blindfold over my eyes. "You will not touch her unless she commands you to do so. She will probably only allow you to use your mouth on her. Understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Kneel on the bed , pull down your panties, and stick your useless ass in the air so that I can remove that cock from your hot, tight pussy." Her hands slowly spread my cheeks. Then, without warning, she roughly pulled the prick from my hole. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" "Did that hurt my poor baby Dawn?" "Yes, Mistress Lynn," I whimpered tearfully. "Good! Now, roll over on your back and lie still." Leaving me to my pain, my mistress left the room to summon her partner. A few moments later, I heard two sets of heels clicking their way down the hall and through the doorway. "Mistress Ellen, I present you my humble slave Dawn. She is yours to do with as you please," announced my mistress. "Mmmm! Not bad. Not bad at all," the newest voice sounded sweet, and vaguely familiar, to my ears. It seemed as if an eternity had passed before there was any movement or sound in the room. I realized that Mistress Ellen was performing a visual inspection. I felt like a slab of meat on a hook in a butcher shop. "I want her bound spread-eagled. I want total control over this selfish bitch," my third mistress of the day said, her voice never higher than a loud whisper. On came the ankle restraints. My mini-dress began to ride up as my legs were forcefully spread to secure the clamps. My arms were roughly pulled over my head, spread and hooked-up to the remaining clamps. "Don't you think it would be fun to arouse this bitch so that she gets an idea of what I expect from her," asked Mistress Ellen. "Great idea," remarked Mistress Lynn. I felt someone climb on the bed and kneel beside me. My dress had one long zipper in the front. It extended from the bottom all the way up to the neckline. Mistress Ellen began to slowly work the fastener down the length of the dress. Her hands explored my exposed flesh as she worked her way down. She shifted position and lodged a knee firmly between my outstretched legs, placing pressure against my crotch. She reached into my corset and pulled out my falsies. I almost fainted when she first sucked, then bit my hardened, extended nipples. Her hands returned to the zipper, inching it ever so slowly to the bottom of my dress. She jerked the zipper free and spread apart the dress, exposing my corset-clad body. "Something that small should be called a shirt, not a dress," she whispered. My slip barely covered my panties. She bent down and kissed the small strip of flesh peeking out from between the end of my corset and the beginning of the slip. When her lips met my flesh, a soft moan escaped my lips. My hips arched up, desperately trying to keep in contact with her warm, moist lips. "Ooohhh! Mmmm!" I moaned. My thighs began squeezing the knee lodged against my pelvis. She pushed it even more firmly against my pubes. Stroking the softness of my belly, her every caress created tiny explosions of ecstasy in my brain. Her fingers then began tracing a circular motion across my hips. "Ummmm!" My body squirmed and twisted to maintain the contact. Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath the slip into my soaked panties. "Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!" The soft purring moans coming from my lips quickly turned into a gasp as her soft, light fingers brushed across my groin. Velvety fingers encircled and the squeezed my bloated organ of pleasure. She removed her hand and leaned back on the bed. My body screamed for her to continue. 'Lets get these out of the way, shall we. Lift your buns so I can gather it around your waist." I raised myself and thrilled to the touch of her hands working the slip up my flesh. Her nails grazed my inner thighs, then my crotch as she inched the fabric to its resting place. "Your panties are really soaked. I'll bet you would love for me to play with your clit and slide something into your hot, tight little pussy." "Yes, oh yes, yes, my mistress!" I try to spread my legs even wider to allow her free access. My thighs and cock were on fire, begging for attention. She rolled my panties down, exposing my member and ass cheeks. She tickled my erection with her fingers. "Oh Jesus! Oh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhh!" I moaned loudly, filled with a sense of urgency. The moans came, not from my throat, but from my very soul. Mistress Ellen slid lower on the bed. Her lips alternately kissed and bit the sensitive insides of my thighs. "Oh, God. Oh, God," I screamed aloud. One of her fingers began to circle my hole, slowly working its way in and rubbing gently against my sex-charged internal membranes. "Oh, please, please, oh my God." The finger retreated. I arched up hard, straining to recapture the exquisite feeling of penetration. Somehow, I knew at that moment that I had just used up my allotment of pleasure. I became desperate. Frustrated. But, also resigned to my disappointment. After all, wasn't I told that I would be the giver of pleasure rather than the receiver? "Look at this Lynn. I think this slut is starting her period. There's blood on my finger." "Why so she is. I guess it's time for a feminine hygiene lesson. Do you have any tampons?" Mistress Ellen says that she has super absorbent ones in her purse. "I guess we'll have to put the first one in for her," says Mistress Lynn. One of my mistresses rubs Vaseline around and inside my hole. I feel a plastic tube being forced into me. She pushes in and then pulls back, leaving the tampon resting snugly in place. I can feel the string resting on a thigh. My panties are pulled back into place. I can feel the tampon spreading inside me, gently pressing against my inner walls. Mistress Ellen climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest. "Didn't Lisa say that Dawn was an expert cock sucker and a decent pussy eater," asked Mistress Ellen. "I think I'll give her a little practice time. There's nothing better than a little head to end the day." Her nylon covered legs crossed over my shoulders as she positioned herself over my face. "This is the reason for your being. You were put on this earth to please your mistress and her friends. There is no other reason. Seeing that you have no cock to speak of, you must become an expert with your tongue. Feel honored that we allow you to worship us," said Mistress Lynn. While she talked, I could feel her settling in for a long oral bath. Her stockings brushed against my cheeks with every movement, sending waves of excitement coursing through my veins. The heady aroma of her crotch made me swoon. She dipped her pussy closer to my face. My lips twitched with desire to kiss and spread her lips with my tongue. I got my wish. Her groin pressed against my lips. They immediately opened and began to pay homage to her temple of love. She moved my head from side to side, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her thighs. I returned to the object of my affection. My tongue teased her exposed labia through the soft net of her hairs. I flicked at it with my tongue back, forth, back, forth -- gently licking, moistening the inside of the most sensitive part of her thigh. "How do I taste, Dawn,' she asked. Her breath was quickening. I knew I was beginning to please her. "You are delicious, so delicious." She grabbed my ears and repositioned my face. "Shut up and eat me," she breathed heavily into my ears. My lips closed around her swollen clit and sipped. I felt her womb contract. I fell in love with her cunt, gloried in it. I was drinking her juices, getting drunk on her sex. "Keep sucking," she screamed. "Suck, Suck , suck it out!" I knew she was close to coming . I wanted that for her. To please her. My mistress was wet and open to me. My tongue slid through her smooth passageway and outlined her clit, rising and pulsing in passion. My lips and tongue went wild inside her. I probed, dwelt, licked, sucked her juices until she screamed in pleasure. She began to shudder. I was certain she would cum any instant. But abruptly she lifted herself off my face. "I want to be fucked. I need something in my pussy. Mistress Lynn would you put the two-headed dildo in Dawn's mouth for me?" "Of course, my dear." A thick cock-head was placed between my lips. "Suck it in and hold it tightly in your mouth you slut," Mistress Lynn commanded. Mistress Ellen impaled herself on the dildo in one swift vicious motion. Her clit rubbed against my nose as she settled into place. Each time she moved herself up and down the shaft, her clit came into contact. I could feel and taste her juices flowing. It seeped between my lips and clenched teeth, oozing down my throat like nectar. Her orgasm was magnificent. I felt it build. Felt her expand. Then contract. Expand. Contract. She moaned uncontrollably. When she finally neared her climax, intense spasms and contractions racked her body. It melted with relaxation and her breathing returned to normal. Sated and exhausted, she climbed off my face. She pulled the dildo from my mouth and climbed off the bed. 'Now for your final humiliation, Dawn," Following those words, Mistress Lisa removed my blindfold. I fainted at the sight of the woman who had just ridden my face to a total and complete orgasm. It was my girlfriend. She now had the last laugh, and the strongest orgasm of our relationship. Chapter 7 Lessons Learned When I regained my senses, all three mistresses were sitting on the edge of the bed. I was still spread-eagled. My jaw was sore from holding the dildo between my teeth while my former girlfriend rode herself to the peak of sexual pleasure. I looked up to the mirror. They were right. They had humiliated me totally. I had said things and done things I knew I could never repeat to my anyone. I had been reduced to their subservient slave. "Well, good morning Dawn. I see you had a good night's sleep. I guess we really wore you out. You slept like a baby," Mistress Lynn said softly. Gone were their leather ensembles. The sensuous bodies I had come to appreciate were now covered with jeans and loose-fitting shirts. "How did it feel, bitch? Now you know what it feels like to be brought so close to an orgasm that your body began to melt, only to be denied because your partner climaxed first and selfishly left you hanging," said Mistress Ellen. I began to understand. That's what this was all about. I had to admit she was right. "It took me a while to set up this session. Mistress Lynn gave me two alternatives. I could let her lure you here just to humiliate you. Or, I could have her train you to be my slave forever. I want you back, but only on my terms. So I asked her if I could help in your training. As you now know, she was more than agreeable," Mistress Ellen said. The women then pulled out a photo album. It contained dozens of photos of me. Most were taken while I was asleep, stretched-out in my lingerie. A good number, however, were action shots taken while I was blindfolded. They must have had them developed at one of those one-hour processing places. "Pretty good stuff," Mistress Lynn remarked. All I could do was drop my head in embarrassment. "I'm going to keep my copies next to my night stand," said Mistress Lisa, "They're so sexy. I might masturbate myself to sleep at night while looking at them." What did Mistress Ellen plan to do with her copies? "I have two sets. One of them stays with Mistress Lynn in case I need them. The others? I might share them with some of your friends." "Oh, please, no," I implored my mistress. "I'll do anything you wish. Please don't show them to anyone." She had me where she wanted me. "If you keep me happy and satisfied, this will be our little secret," she said. She then began to list her conditions. I would become her love slave. All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned home. The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential for my job, and an occasional social gathering. I would have to accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to make sure everything fit. Everything would have to be tried-on at the store. We would only have sex when and how she wanted it. She would control if and when I was allowed to satisfy myself. I would move in with her as her roommate, not her boyfriend. I would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning. She would handle all business matters. I would be enrolled in a fitness class. "It's either that or a tummy-tuck," she said. "Do you understand and agree?" "But, Mistress." "The way I see it, you have no other choice." "Yes, Mistress." Chapter 8 Heading For Home "Good, now Let's get you ready for the drive home. I'll, of course be driving." "Yes, Mistress." My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change for the trip. I began to undress. They didn't leave the room. They just sat and watched. "Let's help her," suggested Mistress Lisa. "Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn. All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing. Their hands probed, pinched, fondled and slapped as they removed each garment. I was their plaything. The game was really fun for them. It was becoming exciting for me. "My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn't she ever get enough?" Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower, rather than the hot bath I was really looking forward to taking. Naked, I retreated to the bathroom. The cold water sent shivers through my veins. It awakened me. Awakened me, I realized, to a new and exciting life with Ellen. I loved her more at that instant than I ever had. I was hers, mentally and physically. After toweling dry, I entered the dressing room. My new attire awaited. It closely resembled the leather ensemble Mistress Ellen wore last night. As I picked up each piece and held it to my face, I realized it was her clothing. It smelled sweetly with her perfume. The smell of her sex also permeated my senses. The only article missing was her crotchless panties. They were replaced by the black satin ones I had bought at the store. I put on the leather bra. It was underwired. The falsies awaited me on the table. They were soon sitting in place, pressing them against my aroused nipples. Next, I slid the black nylons up my shaven legs, waves of excitement overtook my senses. I hooked the leather garter belt around my waist and attached the garters to my nylons. The belt and nylons provided a stark contrast to my white exposed crotch, now framed by my sexy lingerie. I pulled the panties on and thrilled to the material sliding against my skin. Another mini-slip awaited. Once again, it barely covered my buns, stopping about mid thigh. The leather miniskirt came next. The material hung over the slip, pressing it against my skin. I covered my bra with the satin blouse and tucked it into my skirt. Mistress Ellen entered the room then and complimented me on my appearance. "It's going to be hard to keep my hands off you on the way home." You're one sexy looking bitch. If only you knew how to use makeup. That, my little slut will be one of your first lessons. I'm sure my beautician will be glad to help, if I let her have you for a night." She began applying the makeup, also applying polish to my toe nails and finger nails. My eye lids and lashes were paid much attention. A short black wig replaced the longer one. My mistress stepped back to inspect her work. She smiled and called in her friends. "I hope nobody tries to steal this hot cunt from you. She looks good enough to eat. Eat me, that is," said Mistress Lisa. "I told you she was trainable, said Mistress Lynn. "You did a remarkable job, Lynn. I don't know how to repay you," Mistress Ellen said as she embraced her mentor. They kissed each other long and hard. They sucked each other's tongues as if they were stiff phalluses. I heard Mistress Ellen begin to moan with pleasure as Mistress Lynn cupped Ellen's crotch , lowered her zipper and slipped her hand in her jeans. Mistress Ellen eagerly ground her pelvis against the invading hand. They parted, breathless. Mistress Lynn looked and me and said. "I hope you now understand the power of pussy. We don't need a cock to satisfy us. You, however, would go crazy if there were no pussy for you to worship." The women said their farewells. They were rather passionate ones at that. A lot of kissing and feeling. "It's time to go, honey. Get my bags and take them to the car," my mistress commanded. I stopped in my tracks, bags in hand. If I walked out the door into the awaiting daylight dressed like this, the neighbors would surely see me. They knew a man had pulled-up in that car yesterday. They would know. "Move your ass, slut. We have a long drive ahead of us. Besides, I may want to stop at a rest area so that you can freshen my sweaty pussy with your mouth," laughed Mistress Ellen. I carried out the bags and put them in the trunk. When I tried to go back into the house, the door was locked. My mistresses waved at me through the window. My options were limited. I could stand on the porch and wait or I could wait in the car. I chose the car. Clumsily, I dropped the keys and they slid across the porch. My heels clicked loudly as I rushed to retrieve the keys. In my haste, I forgot about the short skirt. When I bent down to pick up the keys, my skirt rode up to expose my pantied rear to the passing neighbors. Mistress Ellen finally came out. She was still laughing at my embarrassment. Taking the keys from my hand, she unlocked the door, opened it for me and closed it after I settled into the seat. I tugged my skirt down. The plush material of the seats swallowed my nylon encased thighs. My juices began to flow again. I felt the first small squirt of fluid begin to spread across my panties. She climbed into the driver's seat and we began our journey home. Chapter 9 A "Hitch" In Our Travel Plans We stopped at a rest area about half way home. Just as Mistress Ellen pulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in beside us. It was Mistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She was dressed in cut-offs, T-shirt and that familiar ball cap. "Hi roomie," she yelled to Mistress Ellen as she climbed out of the car. The two of them hugged each other and headed toward the rest room. "Come along Dawn, honey, It's time for a pit stop," my mistress shouted over her shoulder. I looked around the area. It was filled with tourists and truck drivers. Slowly climbing out of the car, I was careful to pull my skirt down and began the long walk to the rest rooms. Instinctively, I went toward the men's room. "Dawn, honey, aren't you going to the wrong room?" Mistress Lisa held the ladies room door open for me. All the stalls were occupied except one. Ellen entered it, forcing me to wait my turn. Finally, Mistress Ellen emerged from her stall and ushered me into the toilet. "Hurry up sweetie. We need to get home soon so that you can cook dinner for me and Lisa. Did I forget to tell you? She moved in with me last weekend." I locked the door behind me. I could hear two more women enter the room. The realization that I couldn't urinate standing up struck home immediately. That would surely give me away. Lisa flushed the toilet in the adjoining stall and whispered to me that she would be waiting for me outside. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slid my panties down to my knees. The seat was cold against my rear as I sat down to pee. Finishing my business, I flushed, pulled up my panties, smoothed my skirt and left the stall. The rest room mirror brought me back to the reality of my plight. The woman staring back at me in the mirror offered no semblance of manhood. My heels caused me to stumble across the tile floor as I began to leave. Just then one of the women came out of her stall. Seeing me stumble, she remarked, "Drunken slut." When I reached the curb, I noticed that Mistress Ellen's (my) car was gone. Lisa motioned me to get in her convertible. "Ellen went on ahead to get your room ready and start planning your new wardrobe." She told me to drive because I needed to learn how to drive in heels. Working the pedals was more difficult, especially in a short tight skirt. Thankfully, it had an automatic transmission. I carefully backed out and guided the car onto the interstate. Mistress Lisa slid closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Doesn't this remind you of our last date Dawn?" I nodded that it did. It took all my concentration to keep the car on the road. I couldn't afford the thought of getting pulled over by a cop. Not dressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideas of her own, however. She put her arm around my shoulder and slipped her hot, moist tongue into my ear and then began to kiss and nibble on my ear lobe and neck. "Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth. This response spurred her on. "I see I'm getting to you again. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel. I'll take care of the rest." Her hand slipped between my legs, slowing inching its way up my trembling thigh. My thighs instinctively separated, giving her free access to my crotch. I jerked when her cool fingertips reached the exposed flesh above my stocking tops. "Concentrate on your driving, Dawn." "It's hard, Mistress Lisa." "It's hard you say. Maybe I should feel for myself." She slid her hand higher and cupped my crotch. "It certainly is hard Dawn. You're certainly an easily excitable little lady." Her hand continued to play over my panties material. Suddenly, she squeezed my bulge tightly. My scream was lost in the wind as it blew past my face. "Sorry, Baby! I just couldn't resist." My eyes filled with tears as I fought to keep control of the car. "Oh, look Dawn. There's two girl hitchhikers. Let's stop and pick them up." I looked ahead and couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen two more beautiful ladies hitching a ride. "Pull over Dawn," Mistress Lisa commanded. I pulled off the road and the girls quickly ran up to the car." One of them asked, "Going as far as San Antonio?" "We sure are. Hop in," offered my mistress, "let me crawl in back so that you can have some room to stretch your legs," she told the taller of the two girls. The girl who sat beside me was a tanned, long legged goddess. Her name was Marty. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a halter top. "I'm sure glad you girls stopped. We had to turn down at least a dozen creepy males that almost tried to drag us into their cars," she explained. Her partner in the back seat, Etta, laughed and proclaimed, "It wouldn't have done them any good. We're lesbians and have no use for men. I hope that doesn't shock or bother you." I swallowed hard and continued to concentrate on driving. Mistress Lynn giggled and said, "It takes a lot more than that to shock us. Isn't that right, Dawn?" I nodded in agreement. "You have to excuse Dawn. She's awfully shy. A hot little bitch. But shy," explained Mistress Lisa. Marty's eyes widened. She gazed at me and said, "Maybe I can help her break out of her shell. Besides, I get really turned on by chicks in leather." Meanwhile -- in the back seat -- I noticed that my mistress and Etta were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. Mistress Lisa caught me looking and winked back at me. Marty slid closer to me on the seat and began running her fingers on my neck. Her hand was soft as silk. Darkness had settled in and the evening breeze helped cool down my boiling blood. "Pull into the next rest area," Marty whispered into my ear. Five minutes later we pulled into an almost deserted rest stop. I was careful to pull into the darkest, most secluded area. I stooped the car, turned off the lights and awaited Marty's next move. The passionate moans coming from the back seat seemed to excite Marty even more. She placed her fingers under my chin, turned my face to meet hers and kissed me gently. My lips parted immediately. Her tongue wiggled it way past my slightly parted lips. "Mmmm," she purred. "Ooohhh," I responded, sucking her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand began to rub and knead my false breast through my blouse. "Please don't let her find out," I prayed silently. Not yet, at least. She dropped her hand into my lap. In panic, I clamped my thighs tightly together. "This is no time for passion cramps," said Marty. "Open up those legs and let me play with your hot clit. I can't wait to bury my fingers in your hot, moist hole." She pinched the inside of my thigh. My reflexes were good. Too good. My legs parted immediately. Marty was easily able to snake her hand into the opening. Her tongue worming its way in and out of my mouth caused me to forget about her intruding hand. Continuing our French kissing, her hand snaked further up my nylon covered leg. She eventually reached the crotch of my panties. They were sopping wet -- first from my Mistress Lisa's teasing and now from Marty's exploring. I moaned loudly as she gently ran her hand over the rear of my panties, cupping my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider. Marty pulled my panties down from the rear. I raised my ass off the seat to allow her to pull them down. I felt the satin material slip over my knees and quickly gather around my ankles. I was quickly reminded of my ankle restraints. Her hand then swiftly worked its way back under the skirt and found its way to my crotch. First she rubbed. Then stopped abruptly. Her hands quickly grabbed my swollen cock, squeezing hard. "Well, well, what have we here?" How would she react to this discovery? Mistress Lisa interrupted her lovemaking with Etta long enough to whisper an explanation to Marty. She giggled and whispered something back to my mistress. Marty removed her hand from my crotch. She smacked my face and informed me that I would pay dearly for my deception. "I'll bet you'd give anything to cum, wouldn't you?" "Yes. Please!" "Tough shit, bitch! You're going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop." She slid across the seat, pulled her skirt up to her waist and beckoned me to begin. "Get your face between these thighs and start licking." Even in the dark, I could see the treasure awaiting. Her pussy was framed between her outspread legs, bulging out the crotch of her panties. I crawled across the seat and nestled my face in place. The aroma of her sex filled my nostrils. She arched her hips toward my face and moaned aloud as I began sucking her still pantied crotch. Humping at my face, she squirmed uncontrollably as my tongue lapped at her pussy. I sucked her clit through the panties material as she screamed at me to continue. Her thighs squeezed my cheeks as I licked and sucked her to her first orgasm. Marty pulled off her drenched panties, grabbed my head and forced my face back into her groin. I went back to work. My licking and sucking brought her to a series of intense orgasms. The sounds from the couple in the back seat assured me that the action back there was just as hot. "Let's switch places, Etta," a sated Marty yelled to the back seat. I repeated my oral worship with Etta, eating her to multiple orgasms. Her shaven pussy helped create a strong vacuum as I sucked greedily on her throbbing clit. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, causing shivers of pleasure to rack her body. Her juices flowed freely down my chin. Meanwhile, my mistress and Marty engaged in a hot sixty-nine session of their own. Finally, all three women were satisfied. They rearranged their clothing, lounged on the seats and commanded me to drive them home. My mistress sensed my frustration. "Sorry Dawn. Ellen would be mad if she heard that I allowed you to get off. Maybe she'll let you satisfy yourself later." "Yes, mistress." We dropped our passengers off at their apartment. It was only about two blocks from our home. "Drop over this weekend," Marty invited my mistress. "Bring that little slut slave of yours too. We need a maid to serve, and service, us." "Sounds great," responded Mistress Lisa as she climbed into the front seat, patted my thigh and told m