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LUNCH It started out simply enough; and as these things do, it went awry. Or was it perfectly? I guess that depends on your point of view. But let me digress to the beginning... Corinne and I went to a well-known pizza joint to have lunch with the kids, Dominique and her kids, Holly and her kids, on a bright wintry Sunday afternoon. Corinne was telling Dominique and Holly about a house we sometimes borrow buried in the deep woods in a very scenic part of the state. The next thing I know, the girls are talking about going there for a "girls only" weekend sometime soon. Nothing firm, but the ideas were tossed about. Dominique tossed out, "We need Ben to come along to cook for us". I quipped back, "Nah, I'd rather be the Maid!" which got a round of laughter at the table. Dominique knows all about Brenda and her many desires and knew this would put my brain into orbit considering the possibilities of such a weekend. Holly knows nothing of my alter ego and I wasn't sharing anything at lunch! I figured the actual possibility of this happening was something close to the proverbial million-to-one shot. It did make for a fine afternoon of daydreaming though... A couple months later, Corinne tells me that the girl's only weekend is definitely going to happen, and in a few weeks. Looks like I'm going to get stuck at home with the kids while they go off to drink and giggle in the woods. Ah, to be one of the girls... The girls decided to make a long weekend of it, so I took off work so I'd have some of my own alone time while the kids were at school. I could dress up, and go shoe shopping! My favorite thing to do with a day off! So it wouldn't be a total loss having the wife away for the weekend. She'd have her fun; I'd have mine! PACKING Two weeks go by, and Corinne starts packing for the big weekend. A couple bottles of wine are packed, but since one of the first things they do is hit the local wineries, this was just for the warm-up festivities. In go her bathing suit (there is a hot tub there too!), and clothing for the weekend. Definitely some of her more "dressy" stuff than is typical for the back woods, but I figured they'd be visiting the nearby college town & do some serious partying. Oh, to be one of the girls... We smooched & went to bed early since she was getting up early to get a good start on the drive. In the early morning, I hear Corinne in the shower getting ready to leave. I get up to hit the potty, give her a quick smooch in the shower, and then head back to bed for an hour. Did I mention its reeeally early? I gather up my nightgown and slip back under the covers for a little more snooze time. It doesn't take long to fall back asleep. You know how your brain knows you've slept too long? That panicky feeling you get when you realize your alarm should have awakened you long ago? That's what I awoke to, but when I reached out for the alarm clock, I realized I couldn't move my arms, and a quick inventory revealed that I couldn't move my legs either. I was also gagged and blindfolded. As the inventory continued, I could feel that I was dressed in some very unusual clothing. Well, not unusual for a Crossdresser & fetishist I guess, but not what one would wear to the mall. I could feel straps from undergarments, some weighty stuffing in my bra area, very high-heeled boots that came up nearly to my knees, stockings (I could feel the garters), and what felt like a corset. I don't own one of those, but something was squeezing my waist. I could also get the sensations of satiny material over all that & as I struggled about, I could sense that familiar rustle of silk and satin. Now, had I dressed myself, the clothing would have been heavenly. As I was bound and gagged in a strange place (the smells were NOT those of home), there was serious trepidation. I suddenly realized if I was HERE, then no one was with the kids! Suddenly the silk, satin, and heels lost their glimmer. Fear crept in where moments before things were moving toward groovy. To top off this episode of fear factor, the floor began lurching beneath me. I couldn't hear any explosions or anything and just then understood that there were foam earplugs sealing my ear canals. You know, the kind used on shooting ranges? I suddenly felt like Tommy in drag... A couple of shifts in air pressure and I began to think that maybe I was in a vehicle, and the lurching had to do with the terrain. I must have been secured to something rigid rather than just bound tightly. That would explain why I didn't feel vehicle sway as it traveled. Come to think of it, there had been a background vibration that I didn't notice until it went away. Confusion still reigned supreme, but I felt my world turn again & upright itself, at least partway, then the unmistakable feeling of rolling. I was strapped to some sort of cart, probably like furniture movers use. BUMP! Up a step. BUMP! Up another, and more bumping around, and then we must have gone into a building. ARRIVAL I know what you're thinking... what a dim bulb! 'Obviously the girls kidnapped him for their amusement!' Well, you see, Corinne NEVER does that kind of stuff, in fact she hates me being dressed up all the way, and would hardly tolerate the fetish wear that it felt like I was wearing. And on top of that, she doesn't "share" if you know what I mean. So that thought would not have popped into my transgendered little head. Oh, not that anyone else would have need of my heel wearing booty either, so you begin to understand the confusion of my situation. On with the show... My cart was propped up vertically, and my weight came down fully into my boots. I tried to ID the smells around me, but only the overwhelming "eau de toilette" of something very pretty that had been sprayed, or possibly poured, on me. I sensed the others moving around me. After a brief eternity, I felt my bonds being loosened. Only one limb at a time, though, and immediately my hands were secured above my head to a rough wooden post in front of me. Then the ankles were pulled apart and secured to a spreader bar and then upward pressure on the wrists as they were pulled up higher. I could move a little, but wasn't going anywhere. Did I mention the nipple clamps? Perhaps I forgot in the earlier narration. During my "trip," I felt the pressure, but since I was so well secured, nothing other than the ol' dull ache that is typical with long periods of clamping (hey, I have a bit of a timeline now, don't I... I've been clamped at least for several hours for the discomfort level I'm at...). Well, when I was freed from the cart, my falsies reacted with the gravity of the situation and as it happens, these fiends had secured the clamps to the boobs. So now in addition to the stretching, I've got these weighty things on my chest pulling my nipples off. If I weren't in such a panic, I'd love this mistreatment. I dangled there for a while, and things were settling down; my nips to be specific. My captors must have decided I was being too complacent, because one of them began paddling me with gusto! Between the spanking, the now bouncing boob torturers, and my general discomfort from the ordeal, I was quickly screaming into my gag. The spanking didn't last long, but then the guy from the local medieval torture chamber showed up and began trying out all sorts of malevolent pain causing devices of unknown origin. I had no idea if I was wearing mascara, but by now even the waterproof kind would have given up. The blindfold was soaked with sweat and tears, and I had drooled a few pints past the giant rubber ball strapped into my mouth. Hours past. I think I slept, but I was very foggy during the experience. I was released from the post and they sat me down on a hard wooden chair. It didn't take them long to secure my wrists to the sides and my ankles to the legs. Something also was pulling me back into the chair so there must have been a waist rope too. The blindfold was then unlocked and lifted off. I blinked at the bright light, as someone removed the plugs from my ears. "Brenda?" a voice called softly. A voice I recognized. Relief from a thousand directions flooded my mind. It was Corinne! That meant the kids were fine and I wasn't going to be killed soon. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Corinne, Dominique, and Holly all standing around with big cheesy grins on their faces. Yeah, the kids were safe, but I think I was in trouble! "What is going on Corinne?" I said, but of course the only thing audible was "Whmphigngnoinn?" Holly giggled loudly, and I thought perhaps a bit nervously. Dominique, the wench, just smiled bigger. Corinne, for her part, disavowed all knowledge and pointed back at Dominique. "Brenda," began Dominique, "You will be our cook this weekend. Don't you remember my suggestion at lunch that time? I know you remember; I could see the spark in your eye. And since YOU also wanted to be our maid, we figured that you might as well be our girly little slave for the weekend. We wanted to give you a little sampling of your treatment if you misbehave while you are our slave." She continued. She's like that: very Domme, very in-charge. "Since Holly is very new at this, and just a little freaked I think," (Holly blushed and nodded at this) "you will not be permitted to touch us or yourself in any sexual way. Corinne may have other ideas, but Holly and I won't be touching you except to administer required corrections. Do you think you are up to the challenge?" I nodded and "Mph'd" my acknowledgement. A dream come true! Well, most of a dream anyway. Certainly better than staying home with the kids all weekend. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, but THIS was going to be the grown-up kind of fun. TASKS Corinne assigned my first task. "Brenda, I think the first thing you need to do is go and clean yourself up a bit, and freshen your makeup. Afterwards, you may get us all a cool drink, put everyone's things away in the closet, dust, and tidy up. You have 30 minutes from now or you will be punished again. We'll be on the patio enjoying the fresh air." With that, they all laughed again and walked outside. Did I tell you about them untying me? No? Well, that is because they DIDN'T! As soon as they started moving, I began jerking and yelling into the gag, but no hint of them releasing me. As soon as they went outside, I quit struggling as I knew they were going to leave me here, just so they could punish me again. Every 5 or 10 minutes one of them would call for their cool drink: "Slave! Bring me a glass of iced tea!" or "Slave! You better bring me a diet soda or I will tan your hide!" Each brought giggles anew. After the aforementioned 30 minutes, they came in and began scolding me for not serving their needs, and not completing my tasks. Naturally, I was untied from the chair, and tied to a massive wooden column that supports the roofline. Perfect for bondage games. They took turns flogging, paddling, and even some spanking. Holly was a quick study and very quickly discovered the line between pleasure-pain, and real pain. She liked to dance right on the line... I was then untied, finally, and again given 30 minutes to complete the previous tasks. Of course, they waited until I was in the middle of something before calling for a beverage. Even so, somehow I managed to finish my assigned tasks in just under the 30-minute mark, and presented myself at the patio door. Of course, I assumed the proper slavish position: on my knees, hands clasped behind my back, eyes lowered. Holly was impressed enough to exclaim "Wow! You did it!" And to the others said, "How do you reward her?" Dominique just smiled and said, "Her service IS her reward. Unless Corinne decides she's earned a special treat later on!" and shot Corinne a positively lecherous look. Had it been two guys, there would have been the ol' nudge-nudge, wink- wink exchanged. Corinne just looked at me and tossed off a casual "Hmmm, maybe. Maybe not. I mean, look at this place! She didn't even vacuum!" Oh nuts. It was going to be one of THOSE weekends. To their word, I was their slave. I cooked, cleaned, waited on them hand and foot. I gave hand massages, foot massages, painted their nails, and anything else they wanted me to do. I was kept very busy all evening. Finally, the girls were going to bed. It was fairly early, but they had shopping to do the next day and wanted to get a good night's sleep. I was allowed one last trip to the bathroom, and then I was bound spread-eagle on the dining room table for the night. I was again gagged and blindfolded. The girls then drifted off to bed after all making sure the knots were tight and I couldn't move. I didn't have much to do but fall asleep, which was very quickly since I was thoroughly exhausted. NIGHT Sometime later, I was pulled up from a deep sleep by someone playing with my penis. I couldn't mark the time, but since I was so groggy, I couldn't have been asleep very long. By the time I was awake enough to notice, I was already bone-hard. The touching was gentle and very stimulating. Gentle strokes, dragging of nails, soft caresses through my panties, which always gets my attention. I guessed Corinne was giving me a little treat, though it could have been any one of them in theory. That kind of blew my mind, which made the bone even harder, or at least it felt that way, straining against the panties. My tormentor finally reached up and pulled down the waistband of my panties and allowed my erection to spring up to full attention. And it got more attention until Mount Vesuvius finally exploded. Whoever it was simply rubbed it all over my crotch, even sliding quite a bit of it into my crack and into my ass. Before I could utter a decent "Mphh!" I felt something larger than a finger slide up there and pop into place, lubed by my own juices. My panties were pulled back into place with all that sticky goo still in place, and my tormentor disappeared into the night. I knew that by morning, my undies would be glued to my crotch, and the plug would be glued in as well. I hoped they would at least let me shower in the morning. MORNING I awoke to the sting of a switch or a cane across the upper thighs. I screamed, as much from surprise as pain, and several more rained down on my thighs between my boots and my crotch. I thrashed about some, but was still secured to the table. Despite the discomfort, my slutty little penis started to rise to the stimulation. That got fairly uncomfortable as my now crusty goo made the panties stiff and very rough against my stiffy. Didn't keep the damn thing from trying though... I swear it has a mind of its own! The blows landing weren't too bad and I knew these would leave only minor red welts and nothing bruised or bloody. The blindfold was removed, I think by Holly, and I was once again blinking in the daylight. All 3 were standing around in their bathrobes, and Corinne had a lovely thin dowel rod in her hand, which I assume had recently been assailing my thighs. The unusual thing was, she looked angry. "Bitch! How dare you come without my permission"? All I could do was look confused and "Mphh!" into my gag. "Girls, untie the slut and bend her over the chair. That's it; bind her arms to the legs there and her ankles as well. I think we need to have a lesson in who's in charge here." This time the blows from the dowel landed on my ass, but with the dried goo, and the plug, they caused a whole set of secondary sensation, which was doing nothing toward reducing my erection. These blows were harder, and were definitely going to leave marks. Sometimes she strayed to my upper thighs, but thankfully held back some in my most sensitive area. One blow landed right in line with my scrotum, and struck "paydirt" as it was. All at the same time I screamed, stopped breathing, came, and swooned. My knees buckled and I sagged onto the chair. That drove my chest into the back, and I was suddenly reminded that something was still attached to my nipples. Naturally I had to scream again. If it hadn't been for the gag, I think they would have heard me a mile away. "I think she's had enough," said Corinne in an icy tone. "Ladies, please release the slave. She needs to get herself cleaned up and better get busy making us breakfast!" One last VERY hard stroke with the rod across the center of my bottom got me stumbling quickly toward the bathroom. Between the high heels and the tears blurring my vision, I almost hit the doorframe going in. Ever try to shave your whiskers with a ballgag strapped firmly in place? The gag was locked on and Corinne hadn't made a move to remove it; I knew better than to ask. I took care of the panties first, and cleaned up the mess from last night. As the corset also appeared to be locked on, I knew a shower was not in my immediate future. So I had a bit of a "whores bath," and deodorized, powdered, and perfumed the rest of me. My makeup kit from home was here in the bath, so I proceeded to paint on a new face. Fresh panties were here, and of all things, a cute little maids outfit in the classic black and white. It was a tough call, but the cute little pink satin dress with the crinoline and ruffled miniskirt lost and the black maids outfit won. I slipped it on, pinned the little hat in place, and admired the new maid in the mirror for a moment before going to work. I made it through breakfast without further incident, and had just finished cleaning up when I was summoned to the living room. Dominique spoke first. "Brenda, despite your uncontrollable emissions, you did a passable job at breakfast. Corinne thought you needed some encouragement when you behave well, in addition to your punishment when you misbehave. We'd like to let you get outside and get some fresh air." This didn't faze me much as the house was deep in the woods and no visible neighbors nearby. So no matter what they had in mind, I at least wouldn't be on public display. My smugness didn't last long. With that Dominique began to unlock and remove the gag and corset (and my cute little maids outfit), and stripped me down to bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. I noted my toes had been painted at some point and they matched the red on my fingernails. It felt good to get out of the gag, but I think I'll miss the corset. It was helping to keep the fake boobs from pulling too hard. With it off, they were yanking the nips a lot. Plus I loved what it did for my figure. I was re-dressed in a bright red stretch vinyl mini dress, red strappy sandals with 4" heels, and handed a matching bright red purse. This didn't look like an outfit for a walk in the woods... SHOPPING Well, we did go outside; and then to the van. Corinne gave me the keys, smiled and said, "You get to be our chauffeur today!" I slipped into the drivers seat and drove the hour into the city, and to our favorite mall. It was a large mall with lots of shopping opportunities and specialty shops. The girls would have a wonderful time shopping. I was glad that I only had to drive them around. We got to the mall and Corinne had me drop them at the main entrance to the mall. "Driver, please go park the van in the far lot and then report to us here." "Yes Ma'am" I said with a bow of my head. She closed the door, and I drove out to the far parking lot. I grabbed my purse, locked up the van and headed toward the mall entrance. As I reached the entranced, the girls met me and Dominique gave me my instructions. "Slave Brenda, you will be our pack mule today. You will follow us around and carry all of our purchases for us. If there are any complaints, you will be gagged, in public" she opened her purse to show the full harness ball gag inside. "Yes Ma'am. I will behave." The last thing I wanted was to walk around the mall with a gag on. I would NOT be complaining anytime soon. The girls were on a mission. They bought shoes, lingerie, bath stuff, makeup, but so far, no bowling balls. Still I was carrying at least 20 bags, and it was getting difficult to handle them all. Darned if I was going to complain though. And still they shopped. They had been at it for almost four hours now. My feet were starting to hurt from being in the 4" sandals, my shoulders, arms, and fingers all hurt from carrying the bags, which had by now doubled. It was literally impossible to hold all of them without crushing something. I was trying to figure out a way to unload the stuff without whining or appearing like I was. "Mistresses, I would like permission to take the current purchases to the van, so we can continue shopping." As soon as I said it, I knew it didn't sound as un-whiney as I'd hoped. Dominique turned (well, they all turned for that matter), and tsk'd at me. "That sounded an awful lot like a complaint, and you promised we'd not have any complaints while we shopped. I will follow you to the van and gag you there." I scurried back to the van and off loaded the packages, with Dominique in tow. As soon as I had unloaded the packages, Dominique ordered me into the drivers seat. She put the gag on me, locked it on, and then pulled a pair of ankle cuffs out of her purse. She locked one cuff on one ankle, and slipped the chain around part of the car seat structure. With the other cuff locked on, I was attached to the van, but there was enough slack to drive if I was very careful. If we'd had a stick shift, I'd be screwed. Another pair of cuffs secured my wrists to the steering column. "We will call you when we want picked up. Maybe next time you will keep your whine to yourself!" Dominique slammed the door and walked back to the mall. DINNER An hour later, the phone rang, and I couldn't reach it, so I drove to the entrance to pick them up. Funny how there were no more packages when I got there, just the girls. They got in and had me drive them to the Applebees down the road from the Mall. I dropped them at the door and backed into a parking spot where I could see the door, and hopefully out of view of other patrons. The last thing I needed was a visit from a nice policeman. After all, it was only 7 and quite light outside. Soon, a black Corvette rumbled into the lot and was headed my way. I couldn't exactly duck, so I tried to lean back & remain still. Hopefully they wouldn't notice me. They did. Or rather, she did. She was dressed to thrill as she slid from the 'Vette. Short black dress, heels, gorgeous hair, makeup, nails... kinda like me, only she wasn't wearing handcuffs and a gag. She locked her car, and turned right to me and smiled. Before I knew what was going on, she opened my door and said, "Well, well. Don't you look sexy!" She had a voice like warm honey. "You here looking for some action tonight?" I shook my head 'no'. "So is he inside?" I wasn't sure how to respond, so I mumbled my best "uh, uh, she" through the gag. It seems she spoke 'gag-speak' and nodded, "Ah, she! Kinky. I like that. And from the tenor of your voice, I'm guessing you are normally a he." I nodded again. "How do I find her?" I held up 3 fingers. "Three girls?" More nodding. "Mmmmm. I hope to see you later. This is just too much!" She reached in and gave my crotch a little pat, giggled, and closed my door. I love my wife and all that, but she was something else to watch walk into the restaurant. SERVICE An hour later, the Corvette babe came strutting out, towing another stunning young lady behind her. She was also dressed to the 9's, and I guessed they'd met here before going clubbing. When they got close, I realized they were both approaching MY door. This time I wasn't so surprised when she opened it. "Hello Brenda. I spoke with the girls and made a great deal with them. My friend Jack is staying behind with them to, um, entertain them tonight. He's worked professionally as a dancer, and when he heard my plan, was happy to offer his services." She reached in, grabbed the van keys and handed them to her friend. "Chloe, run these in to the ladies for me?" Chloe disappeared for a few minutes while my new friend produced Dominique's cuff keys and unlocked me from the column and the seat, but reconnected the cuffs to my limbs. "Come on beautiful, you're coming with me tonight". She pulled me from the van and escorted me to the passenger side of the Vette. Chloe had returned by now and climbed into the back seat. I was assisted into the low-slung car, and then she came around and got into the drivers seat. "Don't worry sweetie, we're going to have some fun tonight. Right Chloe?" "Yes Mistress" she replied. With that, my head snapped around and looked Mistress right in the face. She just smiled back, laughed a slightly maniacal laugh, and fired up the car. Mistress (I never did learn her real name) drove for a while, into a section of town I hadn't been to before. Not surprising as we didn't live there. Soon, we pulled up to a warehouse style building, with a low disco beat penetrating the walls. I guess this was the destination. Mistress got out and walked to the back of the car. She popped the trunk and rifled around for a minute, and then came to the door. She opened up and helped me out, and then Chloe got out too. Mistress had a bag with her from the trunk and she pulled out a 3" leather collar and put it on me. I heard a lock click fast. Chloe got outfitted with leather ankle and wrist manacles, and a similar leather collar. I guessed my steel cuffs would suffice for Mistress. Chloe got a chain between her ankles, long enough to let her walk with short steps, but not much else. Her wrists were locked behind her back, and Mistress relocked my hands behind me as well. Chloe's collar and mine were connected by a few feed of chain, which Mistress grabbed and led us to the door. Once inside, I realized this was a fetish club, so we were dressed appropriately. Sometimes the clubs are a mixed crowd, but everyone in here was wearing leather or PVC or heels, or something interesting. Not that there was much of anything in some of the outfits... Mistress pulled us deeper into the club and hooked our chain on a pole near a table. Mistress sat and ordered a drink, and produced a riding crop from her bag. From her comfy padded seat, she could swat our unpadded seats, which she did frequently. Men and women and couples came and sat with Mistress and she seemed to know a lot of people here. Some of them looked at us and gave a knowing smile to Mistress before taking their leave. The dance beat never quit, and Mistress requested that Chloe and I dance for her. So, we began to sway, and soon were doing our best to bump and grind with each other. Chloe rubbed her chest against mine, and once again I was reminded that these damn things were attached to my nipples. I was beginning to think there was a piercing involved while I slept, because clamps would have long since damaged things, and while the pulling hurt, I could still feel the nipples rubbing the back of the falsies. Freaky! But that had some future potential too. Chloe's body writhing against mine, and mine against hers, and me in sexy clothes and bondage began to have an effect on the boy parts of me. I was soon straining against my panties, and hoped I wasn't "showing" anything. Hope never seems to do much for me. Mistress suddenly said, "Slave Brenda, your dress isn't fitting very well," and slapped my crotch with the riding crop. Well, shoot. That's not going to help anything. Mistress got up, unlocked me from Chloe & the pole, and ordered me to the floor. She produced some rope, lashed my ankles together and pulled them up to my wrists for a classic hog-tie. Some more rope pulled my collar back just enough to make me want to keep my head up, and my gag was removed. Mistress's foot appeared in front of me, and she didn't even have to utter the command, as my tongue was already headed for her toes. I lapped like a kitten and worshiped her very cute toes and sandals the best I could in my current position. Once she was finished with me licking her feet, she spun me around to Chloe. Mistress had me bathe Chloe's pumps for a while too. Soon, I was spun around and there were a few people lined up to have their toes licked too. I licked until my tongue was feeling quite raw. After a bit, Mistress untied the ropes and had me on my hands and knees before her. Chloe had also been released and now crawled between my arms and positioned her head between my thighs. Her wrists were locked to my ankles and my wrists were connected to her ankles. She began to lick and nibble the insides of my thighs, and a swat from the crop convinced me to reciprocate. The crop came down all over my ass, thighs, and back, and made me moan loudly as I licked near Chloe's wonderful smelling crotch. Not diving on this muff was driving me crazy and my penis continued to stretch my panties. Chloe was just able to reach up and kiss the tip in my panties. She spread her arms and pulled my ankles further apart, which lowered my bulge a little closer to her kissing lips. Now she was nibbling just a little bit, and sucking on the tip. I was too close, and began to come. I tried to hold back, but to no avail. She was licking and sucking the come through the fabric and seemed to be enjoying it. Mistress flipped us over, and released Chloe's wrists. Chloe was ordered to sit on my face and get her release as well. Apparently this sort of thing went on all the time at the club, as a few people watched, but no one was surprised. My sore tongue went to work on Chloe's snatch through her panties, and soon things got very wet; and Chloe began thrashing about on my face. When Chloe was spent, Mistress unlocked my wrists from Chloe's ankles, had me stand and tied my hands behind me around the pole. She then tied Chloe to me so we were face to face. She then produced a double-ended penis gag and locked our faces together for the rest of the evening. "The rest of the evening" proved to be several more hours. Many of Mistresses acquaintances from the club came by and played with Chloe and I. We got spanked and flogged, Chloe got her nipples clamped and attached to her collar, we got our crotches fondled and even got covered with kisses by someone's slave. Finally Mistress released us and ushered us to the car with our now reconnected tow chain. Mistress got a funny idea on her way to the car, or perhaps it was a favorite trick of hers. When we got there, Mistress laid the seat back and laid me down on it with my hands uncuffed. She then had Chloe lay on top of me face down, and cuffed my hands to her wrists behind her back. Mistress then put us back in the double penis gag and threw a seatbelt around the two of us. She got in and we drove out of the club's lot and into the early morning darkness. PAYBACK While we drove, Mistress ordered me to make Chloe orgasm as many times as possible. The only thing I could do to Chloe was massage her cute little butt with my hands and rub my legs against hers. Even so, I managed to make her moan and wiggle. I never felt her tense up with an orgasm, but she did seem to be having fun. We were having so much fun, that I didn't notice that Mistress was headed toward our cabin in the woods. It wasn't until she stopped the car and got out that I stopped playing with Chloe. As much as she was enjoying it, I was too and was again stiff in my panties. Chloe was removed from the car and then I was also extracted. Mistress had Chloe lay in the seat and strapped her in tightly. Then Mistress ushered me to the house. Mistresses' boyfriend answered her knock and let us in. The sight that greeted me when I came in was at once exciting, if not a little worrisome. All 3 of the girls were naked except for high heels and stockings, and tied up all over the place. Holly was tied spread eagle on the dining table and was gagged and blindfolded. Dominique was tied standing with her legs apart tied to some kind of impromptu ankle spreader, with her hands pulled overhead to one of the exposed beams in the ceiling. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. Corinne, bless her heart, was tied on her hands and knees to the coffee table with her beautiful ass exposed for entry or punishment. A leather discipline helmet was on her head and it looked like she also had a gag on underneath it. A pair of clover type nipple clamps were hanging down from her ample breasts and seemed to be duct taped to the table. All three beauties were very obviously wet between the legs. Holly even had a towel on the table under her ass. It only took a moment to drink all this in and my penis immediately began to stir. "Slave Brenda, I have a task for you. All of these women need to be satisfied before we take our leave tonight. You must make each of them come while we watch. Please remove your dress and panties, and get started." I gladly complied with Mistresses instructions and removed my dress and panties. I noticed a large penis shaped vibrator in among the toys and took it over to Dominique. She was well lubricated, but I couldn't resist kneeling before her and tasting her wetness. I grabbed her butt and squeezed and ran my tongue in and out of her slit. She moaned loudly and tried to urge me deeper. I put the vibrator in and then secured it in place with some rope. I clicked it on medium, and then got up to see what Holly tasted like. Mistress smiled at my ingenuity and nodded as I moved away from Dominique. Though Holly was my next target, I decided to give Corinne some lovin' on the way past. I gave her bottom several slaps which got her moaning and screaming as the clamps on her nipples pulled as she reacted to the spanking. I also played with her juicy pussy for a moment, and even tickled her rosy anus. This got her bucking all over the place and screaming from the nipple torture. I left her and continued to Holly who had been so patient through all of this. Holly had beautiful breasts with large nipples that stood straight out. I started licking and sucking on them, and left kisses all over her body. I stuck a finger into her snatch and was not surprised to find it VERY wet. I moved to between her legs and began to lick in earnest. Within a few minutes, her back arched, her pelvis lifted off the table and she screamed into her gag before going limp in her bonds. I continued to lick which made her twitch and shudder and then at one point she went even more limp and seemed to pass out completely. She didn't move, even with more licks to her clit, so I looked at Mistress and she nodded. I moved back to Corinne and spent a minute warming her ass again. There was a stream of juice running down her leg so I knew she was enjoying it. I was still partially erect, and stood up to give Corinne some stroking before I finished off Dominique. Corinne moaned loudly and was trying to push back but her anchored nipples prevented that. I stroked into her a few more times and pulled out leaving her wanting more. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her anus and felt her shudder at that. I moved back to Dominique who had been watching the show. Here eyes were a little glazed over from the stimulation the vibrator was giving her, and a river of joy was flowing down both thighs. I walked up to her and kissed her gently on her cheek and smiled at her. Her eyes were pleading with me to take care of her needs too. I complied by reaching up and playing with her beautiful nipples while kissing her all over her face. That got her moaning and writhing in her ropes. I reached down and found her clit with my fingers and began to massage it while sucking on her breasts. She leaned her head back and began to moan with pleasure. I planted a few kisses on her neck and continued my ministrations on her love button. As she began to moan louder and tense up, I grabbed a nipple between my teeth and ever so gently bit down. The pressure on her clit and the biting into her nipple sent her over the edge and she positively danced in her ropes while she was hit by waves of her orgasm. I kept up the pressure on her mound until she too passed out in her ropes. I turned to Mistress who was grinning from ear to ear, and nodded her approval. She pointed toward Corinne and I left Dominique to recover. I turned my attention back to my beautiful Corinne. She had been swaying and moaning the whole time I had been working on Dominique. I began to caress her ass and back, reaching down and around to fondle her breasts and tickle her armpits. She wanted to twitch away, but the anchors on her nipples kept her pretty much in place. I kept rubbing and stroking and gently tickling all over, including her ankles and behind her knees. She was thrashing as much as she could, but I could hear her nearly crying with the frustration of it all. I stood behind her again, and put my penis inside her with one smooth stroke. She was so wet it went straight in. And out, and in and out, etc. I stroked her until her breathing got deep and then I pulled out. She moaned loudly in frustration, but I wasn't really stopping, just changing venues. I placed my cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed slowly inside her. The love juice already on my bone was lube enough, and she opened up to me without resistance. I stroked slowly in and out of her butt and reached down below to touch her clit. She went right over the edge at that point and began to come loud and long. As she tensed up, her ass clenched on me and I unloaded a wad inside her. She fell forward, well as far as she could, and collapsed on the table with her ass still in the air. Gallons of fluid dribbled from her pussy and ass and ran down her legs to the table. I turned to Mistress and she said, "Brenda, I am pleased, but not quite through with you." She came over to me and produced the handcuffs Dominique had put on me earlier in the day. She locked my hands behind me and put the ankle cuffs on me as well. "I will leave the key here on the table. After you release yourself, you should probably release the ladies too. I'd also suggest a lot of pampering. Now, lay down on your back." I laid down and Mistress straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my lips. " I have one last task for you slave. Make me come..." I dove my tongue into her shaved snatch and licked with abandon. She ground her crotch into my face and after a few minutes of this she cried out and flooded my face with her juices. I think I resembled a glazed doughnut by now. "Wow, that was nice," she said as she climbed off my face. Mistress stood over me. "Slave, I release you from my service. It's been a lot of fun! Look us up if you are back in the area again." She dropped a card on my crotch and turned to leave. "Come Jack, let us away," and the two of them went out the door into the night. I hoped Chloe would get some action for her patience. As for me, I struggled to my knees and went after the cuff key. I got my hands and ankles released, but decided the girls all needed another round of orgasms. After all, I was their cook, maid and chauffeur, so I took it upon myself to make sure they were satisfied completely. Dominique was awake again, and was making gestures and noises that she wanted released. I knew I could comply with that wish, yet make sure she was pleasured yet again. Before taking care of her, I wanted to take care of Corinne's nipple clamps. They had been on a while and I knew how much those hurt. Releasing them woke her right up. I left her tied where she was though. I was going to handle them one at a time. Dominique first... I pulled the vibrator from her crotch, and untied her hands from the overhead beam. I released her ankles from the spreader, and then had her sit down in a comfy chair. I think she was a little surprised when I tied her ankles back together, and tied her still bound wrists to the rope securing her ankles. I removed her gag, and stood before her with my revived erection pointing toward her face. Not sure whether she was grateful from earlier or it just seemed like a good idea, but she leaned forward and sucked me into her mouth. I felt like my knees were going to buckle. I'd dreamed of a moment like this and it was coming true. She licked, sucked and nibbled until I couldn't take any more and unloaded what little load I had left into her mouth. As soon as I stopped pumping, I leaned over and kissed her, and she shared some of my seed with me as we kissed. "Want to help me with the other two?" I asked her. "Oh yes, I would. I guess I'm your slave for a while, eh Brenda? Command me!" Oh this was getting better by the minute. I untied Dominique and commanded her to get Holly untied, and retied to the table with her pussy at the edge so I could enter her more easily. She was also to get her hot and bothered by caressing her and playing with her nipples. "Yes Mistress Brenda" she said and went to her task, her cute ass swaying as she walked in her 5" heels. I went to work on Corinne. I owed her a lot for this weekend and wanted to make sure I did what I could to pay her back... in spades! Corinne was really tied just perfectly for what I needed, so there wasn't need to untie her. I knew her nipples were still going to be very sensitive from her ordeal with the clamps, so I started by kneeling next to her and began sucking on her nipples. She was soon moaning again, and now that she wasn't so restricted, she was really writhing on the table, wiggling her ass all about. I got up and found the riding crop that they had used on me earlier. I caressed her lovely bottom for a moment and then took the crop to it. I was making the crop slap loudly enough to get Holly and Dominique's attention, but I only wanted to redden things up a bit and not leave any big marks. I did cover the whole of her bottom and upper thighs though. I spent several minutes with the crop and could see her pussy drooling again. The organ between my stocking covered legs rose to the occasion, and I teased Corinne's snatch again by dipping in and out, and the occasional thrust. She tried shoving back, but I could see her movement and avoided her attempts. Several minutes of fucking, and then I suddenly pulled out from her and walked over to Holly, who was also moaning loudly as Dominique had warmed her up nicely. I dove right in and started fucking Holly hard and fast. I waited until she was near the edge and then pulled out of her. I told Dominique to go and get the vibrator, and keep Holly on the edge. I went back to Corinne and decided to spank her some more. This time I used my bare hands, and squeezed and caressed her ass between swats. She was moaning and squirming under my hands and her twat was again drooling. I disappeared for a moment and then returned with some of the new KY warming oil and drizzled some of it on her rosy anus. This made Corinne jump and moan again as she pushed back toward where I was. I knew she was ready for anything, and worked some of the oil into her ass hole. I drizzled some onto my penis, and slowly entered her again. The oil made for some interesting feeling. Slippery, tight, hot, and cool as the air hit when I stroked outward. Corinne always liked the feeling of the oil, and she was making squealing noises under the hood. She was bucking backwards to meet my thrusts, but I continued to keep her off beat, and would periodically slap her ass and let her know that for once, she wasn't driving. I'd probably "pay for my insolence" later on, but I wanted her to have as much pleasure as possible before letting her up. I didn't expect to come myself as I had dumped several loads tonight and at least two of them recently. I looked over at Dominique and motioned for her to join me with Corinne. I whispered instructions to her and she dropped to her knees and began fondling Corinne's nipples and clit. Corinne again went flying over the edge, and since her nipples weren't tied to the table, she was able to thrash about within her other restraints. As she collapsed this time, Dominique and I caught her and untied her from the table and laid her down on the carpeted floor to recover. I removed her hood and gag, and kissed her passionately, but she was too exhausted to kiss back, but she did smile at me before closing her eyes. I tossed a throw blanket over her so she'd stay snuggly warm. Dominique and I turned our attentions to Holly. Holly, for her part, had been very patient waiting her turn for bliss. Not that she had much choice. So we gave her the full treatment again. I was able to keep hard easily enough, which made me wonder how since that is a very unusual performance spec for me. I usually am a "one shot Jenny (hee hee!)" and am done for the evening after one orgasm. Tonight I'd had several and was even able to keep going even when I couldn't come any more. Anyway, Holly was getting a full stroking and was moaning and thrashing about on the table. Dominique was all over Holly's luscious nipples, and soon Holly bucked, arched, and collapsed on her table. I had Dominique untie her and went to sit down for a moment. I grew sleepy while watching Dominique take care of Holly. I slipped into unconsciousness seconds later. BREAKFAST I don't remember what time I fell asleep, but I was awakened by kisses on multiple parts of my body at the same time. I opened my eyes and found Dominique and Holly, still in the stockings and heels, kneeling at my sides and kissing me all over. Corinne had added a silk nightgown, but was otherwise still in her stockings and heels too, however she was sitting in a chair across from me, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the other two girls fondle me. She spoke, "Good morning, Brenda. I hope you had a nice nap. Ladies, I think our slave needs to be bathed and prepared for her day. Take care of her, would you?" Dominique and Holly picked me up out of the chair and dragged me bodily into the shower. They removed my clothing and heels, and stripped off their stockings and heels. The fake boobs, which I now saw for the first time, were indeed latex molded breast forms and hung from my chest, pulling at my nipples again now that the bra had been removed. I could see a small trickle of dried blood just at the lower edge. They made no attempt to remove them, but instead started the shower and pulled me in with them. Holly began soaping me up, while Dominique shaved my face. She also washed and conditioned my hair. I helped the two of them wash too as we all three got soapy & clean. After we finished and dried each other off, Dominique dripped some anti-bacterial lotion behind the breast forms, which stung a little, but I figured was a good idea. I was pretty sure by now that my nipples had been pierced during my first "nap" and these forms were attached to the piercing. The girls dressed me, and started out with a soft leather panty and bra set. Then a new corset came out and was laced tightly to my torso. This one had garters attached and stockings were rolled into place. The stockings were an off-black color, and they produced the little black dress maid's outfit from the day before. They helped me into it and into a pair of 4" black patent pumps with locking ankle straps with D rings attached. They styled my hair, did my makeup, and added padded leather wrist straps with rings, a very dainty leather collar with rings around it. The straps and collar were locked in place. They topped it off with a little white ruffled cap. They had me get on my knees, and locked my wrists to my ankles, while they got each other dressed for the day. They made me watch as they kissed, fondled and generally made it difficult for each other to actually get dressed. They both put on stockings with garter belts and some very frilly lingerie that they had purchased the day before. This they covered with silky robes, and then they slipped into satiny low-heeled mules. I was finally unlocked and lifted to my feet. The leather panties did a much better job of keeping my penis under control, because after watching the girls play with each other while I was locked in place, things really wanted to stir up again. The girls dragged me into the main room and Corinne was there, looking more spectacular than before. She had put up her hair, and put on thigh high boots, a corset, and long gloves, all in a matching pink leather. She was in the chair again and looking very regal and exotic. The pink leather made me want to stir again, which wasn't happening. I could see her panties were also pink leather, but her breasts were exposed above the corset. "Brenda, come here and kneel by me," she commanded. I went to her and got on my knees before my beautiful Corinne. She lifted my chin and spoke to me, "Brenda, we really enjoyed last night, but you are still our servant for the remainder of the weekend. I'm hungry and you need to make us breakfast. Time to resume your duties." She paused for a moment and then continued. "I'd like to start things off on the proper foot though. Dominique, please hand me the crop. Slave, ass in the air and start licking my boots." Corinne has a skill with the crop like no other. She worked over my ass for a few minutes until it was nice and stinging. "Slave, get up and get on with breakfast now." "Yes Mistress!" I replied with vigor. I popped up and went to make the girls a big breakfast to help overcome the stress of the night before. I served the girls at the table where Holly had been bound only hours before. I served them, and then cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. I reported to Corinne for my next instructions. "Brenda, it's getting close to time to leave. Would you pack our things and clean up the house? Snap to it now!" She made the final statement with another blow from the crop. "Yes Mistress," I replied. I busied myself with my duties and the girls lounged around in their leather and lace outfits. I was finally ready to pack all our things into the van, "Mistresses, are these the outfits you will be wearing on the trip home or will you be changing? I'm ready to pack now." Corinne said, "I am wearing my traveling clothes slave, as are you. Girls, did you want to change?" Dominique and Holly both answered in the negative. "Then I suggest you start packing slave. We will be leaving within the hour." I went to work packing the van with all their things. When finished, I reported to Corinne. Corinne decided it was time to go. "Slave, you are driving. Go get in the van while I lock up." "Yes Mistress!" I almost skipped to the van. I was thrilled to be driving in my maid's uniform and collar. I sat in the van, and the skirts rode up and exposed the tops of my stockings. The truckers were going to get a show for sure. Dominique and Holly climbed into the back, and Corinne sat up front with me. She brought the crop, probably to keep us both amused on the drive home. I started the van, and as I bumped down the country lane, Corinne said "I think we are going to need gas before we leave town," and with a wicked smile said "and several times along the way home too." I knew we were in for a long, interesting trip home... fin