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It's been nearly a year since I graduated with a degree in English Literature from a liberal arts university in the Pacific Northwest, and guess what?  I've got a college degree and a mountain of student loan debt to show for it, but without even one prospect of a decent job.

But wait that's not all, my parents died last year leaving me a small inheritance, but dear sweet naive me, I allowed my ex-boyfriend Donny to con me into letting him invest the money, yeah right. 

But it gets worse; I also let him talk me into moving to rural Georgia.

Now all my inheritance is gone, my credit cards are maxed out, and I'm living in my car because he kicked out of the apartment he leased in his name with my money.  I'm alone in a hick town halfway across the country from home, no friends, no family with absolutely any idea of what to do next; I mean, seriously.

I was driving through the small town up the road from the one where Donny dumped me with everything I own in my car.  I'm broke, almost out of gas, almost in a panic from having no idea of what to do when at the edge of town I see a diner with a help wanted sign.  It turns out they were looking for someone to bus tables and wash dishes.  At this point I'm desperate so I go in and ask for the job.

Unbelievably the owner's name is Al and he looks like every short order cook you have ever seen in any movie or TV show about small-town diners.  The man is huge but amazingly the tough exterior hides a heart of gold and after learning of my situation he hesitantly gives me a chance.

Al gives me a tee shirt with "AL's Country Diner" screen printed on the back and tells me to change in the ladies room.  When I come out he gives me a tub and puts me to work busing tables.

By two-thirty p.m., on my first day, all of the customers except one had left and I had all of the dishes washed and put away, except for those of the final customer.  Then surprisingly Al comes around and tells me that for a city girl I have done a pretty good job and that I can have a meal on the house every day until I get my first check, then meals will be fifty percent off.  I ask Al for a salad and he tells me not to worry about my dishes or those of the last customer, everything will be waiting for me to clean up in the morning; so I clock out.

The next morning I'm sound asleep in my car parked behind some trees out behind Al's Country Diner where I thought no one would find me.  But I am awakened by a knocking on the window and while it is barely light outside I can see that it's Al, so I roll the window down.

"What the hell are you doing out here Misty," Al asks while using the same tone of voice my Dad always used when he caught me doing something that might have been dangerous.

Al looked me in the eyes and I think he could see that I was almost in tears, I was scared he was going to fire me and I really needed this job, at least until I could find something better.

"Ah hell girl, you shouldn't be out here like this all alone, come on inside and get some coffee."

Once inside the restaurant All throws me a clean towel and a washrag, "You can get cleaned up and ready for work in the ladies room."

My confidence increasing that I am not going to get fired I head for the restroom and get dressed.

When I come out, Al yells across the back of the restaurant, "Get yourself some milk and cereal on the house then come back here and eat while you explain what's going on."

So as Al did the morning prep work I came clean and told of all my recent history, including the death of my parents and how I had allowed my ex-boyfriend to abuse my trust and finances.

Al was silent, then he looked at me, "Hey kid, the coffee should be done, why don't you get us both a cup?"

When I came back I handed Al his and waited for him to take a sip, he carefully sipped the steaming hot black coffee then set the cup down on the counter, "what are you standing there for, clock in and get to work."

"Yes sir," I beamed.

The day wore on, and after a full day of busing tables and washing dishes; I was so exhausted my butt was dragging.

Interestingly the same time as yesterday the same guy comes in right before closing and orders a meal.  Standing beside Al in the kitchen looking out through the opening in the wall where the waitresses pick up their orders I ask Al about the customer.

"Oh that's Collen Sanders, he's a regular, comes in every day for lunch," Al explains, then adds, "just lives down the road in that gated community."

Al looks at the timeclock on the kitchen wall, "By the way, its closing time so why don't you clock out and grab yourself something to eat."

I took the plate lunch I had made all by myself and walk out into the nearly empty dining room, empty except for the guy Al said was Collen Sanders, and sat down to eat.

Although tired from such a long and busy day, I was feeling a little bit better about myself.  Knowing that I at least had a job gave me the hope that I soon would earn enough money to find someplace to live and try to save up so that someday I could make the trip back to the Northwest which was where I considered home.  At least I had some friends and relatives there, whereas here I only knew Al and the waitresses that worked for him.

I happen to look up after having the feeling that someone was watching me, only to notice that Sanders was staring.  The man offers a smile then goes back to sipping his after meal coffee and reading a newspaper.  I return the smile and think nothing more of the event.

Then disaster once again struck.

After eating and cleaning up after myself I walked out back behind the restaurant to my car only to find it was being towed off.  I ran to the driver's side of the tow truck.

"What are you doing?"  I yelled at him as I ran alongside the slowly moving truck.

He hit the brakes and rolled down his window, "Is that yours?"  He asked as he pointed at the car on the bed of his truck.

"Yes its mine, why are you taking it?"

"My paperwork here says that the title loan company is repossessing it because you haven't made any payments on your loan."

"What title loan company, I haven't taken out any loans using my car title."

"Not according to this," he says as he hands me a photocopy of my car title and the loan.

I look at the signature on the paperwork and suddenly realize that Donny had stolen my car title out of my things, forged my signature, and then took out a loan using the title as collateral.  At this point, I know there is nothing I can do.

"But what about my things in the car," I ask the driver.

"Not my problem, check with the loan company," he yells as he rolls up the window and drives off with everything I own except purse over my shoulder and the clothes I am wearing.

Now I am beside myself.

I scream in anger at Donny and how totally and thoroughly he has ruined every single aspect of my life.  My legs weaken and I fall to my knees on the gravel lot bursting into tears and sobbing uncontrollably.

At that moment an SUV pulls up in front of me.  Between sobs, I see Mr. Sanders get out of what appears to be a very new and shiny Escalade.

"Miss, may I help you?"

For some unknown reason, I spill my guts to this poor man, telling him everything I had told Al earlier about my situation and how my car had just been repossessed for a loan I had never borrowed.

Sanders just stood there for a moment, obviously not knowing what to say.  Then it looked like something flashed in his head.

"Hey I have an empty guest house nearby; you can live there until we can get this all resolved."

When I didn't object, Sanders helped me to my feet and walked me to the door of his car, opened it and helped me in.

It was unreal, we left Al's restaurant and had driven about a block down the road when Sanders turned into the entrance of an exclusive gated community.

We passed through the gates and drove a short distance along a road that divided tree-lined pastures that were now home to very expensive looking and pampered horses.

The other properties we drove past were "equine estates" but Sander's property was heavily forested with giant Oaks.  The driveway was curved through the trees so that the house was not visible from the road offering the residents and guests of the estate an incredible degree of privacy.

We pull up in front of the guest house and stop.  Sanders gets out of the Escalade, walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for me like the quintessential gentlemen.  Then he leads the way to the front door of the cottage and unlocks it.

After opening the door he hands me a key, "My daughter used this cottage last, and as I recall she left some of her things in the bedroom closet.  Why don't you clean up change into something else and I will take you shopping for some clothes to wear until you can get your things back."

Sanders didn't have to elaborate; if you have ever worked in a restaurant you know how you smell after a shift.

The little guest house had one large great room, kitchen, dining, and living room combined.  Off that there was a master bedroom ensuite with a shower in the bathroom to die for.

After a shower, I quickly perused the few clothes remaining in the closet.  The selection was minimal but I found a pair of leggings and a top that were a perfect fit.

Not wanting to put on the only bra and panty that I currently owned and which desperately needed laundering, I dressed without any.

When Sanders returned shortly after I got dressed; I realized that my decision to go ‘commando' might not have been a good idea.  At first, the poor man smiled when I met him at the door then after he looked at me it became obvious that my nipples and camel toe were noticeable under the tight form-fitting clothing.  He said nothing but his smile broadened as we headed to the boutique where America shops; your friendly neighborhood Walmart.

The next morning I rose before daylight, got dressed and began to walk to work.  Just as I got to the gate at the end of the drive to Sander's estate, he pulls up in that big black Escalade, rolls down the window, points at the passenger door behind the driver's door and yells, "get in!"

I climb into the seat behind Sanders and discovered that I was not his only passenger.

From the time we left the estate until he dropped me off at Al's not a word was spoken but I instinctively knew that the thirty-something woman in the front seat had spent the night with him; she was so disheveled she looked like she had just got out of bed after a hard fuck.  I assumed he was taking her back to where she had left her car; presumably at the night club where he had picked her up.  Admittedly my feelings toward the girl were a bit cold, I was more than jealous as I wished it had been me instead of her that he had taken to his bed.

The third day was like the previous, long, hot, hard work.  Then like the previous day, I clocked out, grabbed a salad and went out to eat in the dining room, only to find Sanders there finishing his own meal.

The man waves me over to his table where I sit down and begin to eat while we talked.

"I thought if you wanted to, we would go to the title loan place and see about your car," I was delighted by his offer.  I soon find out he would delight me even further in reference to my car.

When we got to the loan office over in the next town we found out that they had only loaned Donny three thousand dollars, which they wanted back along with two thousand in interest and repo fees.  Sanders took charge, interceding on my behalf and offered to pay the three grand.  But he told them that they had participated in a fraudulent act and that he would have his friend the district attorney pay them a visit unless they could come up with an alternative.  The manager looked at Sanders and realized he was dead serious then agreed to release my car for only the face value of the loan. 

I was so excited to be leaving with my car and my stuff that once we were outside I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Sanders' neck and kissed him on the cheek.

With my arms still around the man's neck, I pulled back and looked into his eyes, I was instantly mesmerized.  I have no idea of what came over me, but I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  His strong arms went around me gently pulling me to his receptive mouth as we kissed passionately right there on the strip center in front of the title loan office.  The man was intoxicating, so much so that I felt that familiar warmth between my legs and I realized that my panties were wet from being so turned on by this man's presence.

The next several weeks were like a blur.  I went to work at Al's every day and I do mean every day as Al's was opened seven days a week.  And while he had given me the opportunity to have a day off I asked to work every shift so that I could earn as much as possible.

After a couple of paychecks, I was at least making my credit card payments and had even given Collen a payment on the money he spent on getting my car back.  But I still had that looming student loan debt to deal with.

After a month and a half, a familiar routine had evolved.

I came back every day after work to Collen's estate, which was beginning to feel like home.

Early on I noticed that Collen left the estate each day around six in the afternoon and never returned until at least ten or eleven; and then with a woman, he had picked up.

Other than making small talk each day at Al's, Collen had not made any advances toward me; I began to wonder if I wasn't his type or for some unknown reason he wasn't attracted to me.

Each night I would hear his SUV come through the gate and up the drive to the mansion, knowing he had another woman with him.  I began to fantasize of what it might be like to be that woman and each night I fell to sleep after bringing myself to orgasm while dreaming I was his.

Knowing that I was alone on the estate each afternoon during his absence, I had made it habit to use the paved running path around the perimeter of the forty-acre estate.

This trail wound its way among the giant hardwood trees and seemed to have its beginning and end in the beautifully landscaped yard behind the mansion.  The landscaping was exquisite, but the centerpiece was a large pool behind a high black wrought iron fence.  As there was no gate in the fence I assumed the only entrance to the pool was through the pool house.

On one particularly hot Georgia summer day I had waited until dusk when it was cooler outside to go on my daily run around the estate.  After running around half of the estate I came to the pool which looked so inviting.

I walked around to the entrance of the pool house and found the door unlocked.  My curiosity getting the best of me and having watched Collen leave for the evening, as usual, I decided to explore.

Walking inside it was more than obvious that whoever had originally built this place had spared no expense.  Inside there was a wet bar and tables set up like a mini night club.  Leading from this room were two doors.  Behind one I found a bedroom and bath.  Behind the other were a locker and dressing room.

It was apparent that the locker room was constructed to be co-ed, designed so that both sexes had to use the same facility.  From this room, an open door led outside and appeared to be the only entrance to the fenced in Pool area.  What I found intriguing was that not only did the changing room appear to be co-ed, the sign above the door to the pool said ‘No Clothing Past This Point.'

Obviously, the original builders of the estate and their guests had been into naturalism or nudity, which gave me cause to wonder what other erotic activities had taken place here.

However I was hot after my run, there was a full moon illuminating everything and that pool looked so inviting.  Not having a bathing suit with me, and considering the rules posted above the door as well as the fact that I was alone on the estate, I decided to go for a swim au naturel.

The swim was invigorating.  Not only was the cool water refreshing but the eroticism of being naked in the pool of this huge estate was more than arousing.

After a brief swim, I went back into the pool house to the showers.  Around the shower room were several stations plumbed with luxurious full body sprayers.  But also the massaging shower heads were not only invigorating, but these devices also allowed for more intimate stimulation as well.

One shower head at each station was mounted on the wall just above knee level and set to spray upward in a pulsating pattern so I stood close to this allowing it to spray the pounding water against my pussy as I fingered my clit.  With my other hand, I squeezed my boobs and pulled my nipples.

The entirety of this situation, the intriguing aspect of a co-ed dressing room, the mystery of what had gone on here in this place as well as the sensuousness of swimming naked in a rich man's pool all combined to make me incredibly horny.

Frantically I rubbed my mons and clit as I roughly pulled at my hard swollen nipples.  Then I moved my hand from my breasts to my labia, spreading the lips so that the water could beat at the entrance to my inner self.

Then I began to insert three fingers into the needy hole, finger fucking my pussy, and quickly brought myself to orgasm.  The pent up energies were so strong that when released, the orgasm so big, that I nearly fell to the floor on weakened knees.

I finished showering, washing away the cum that had run down my leg and had begun to towel off when I heard voices outside laughing.

Collen had returned early from his night out; another woman with him.

As they came into the changing room I hid in the shower thankful that I had put my running shoes, yoga pants, panties and sports bra in one of the lockers.  Had I left my things out Collen would have known I was here.

At first, I was terrified.  I mean here I am buck naked hiding in the shower while my host and his girlfriend are undressing in the next room.

From the sound of the girl's giggles, it seemed obvious that she had been drinking.

Quickly they disrobed and judging from the diminishing volume of their voices I thought they might be moving toward the door to the pool.  Then there was the unmistakable sound of a hand slapping a naked ass.

"Hey," the girl said in faux indignation of having her butt slapped, then she giggled again and I could hear bare feet on the concrete running toward the pool.

With Collen and the girl otherwise occupied in the pool, I decided to make my escape.

I tiptoed out of the shower into the dressing room where I could see Collen's clothes laying on the bench.  But where she had undressed there was only a cocktail dress and spiked heels; no bra or panties.  I wished it had been me, naked under my short dress in a night club that Collen had picked up and brought home.

Quietly gathering my things out of the locker, I clutched them to my breasts and headed for the front door fully intending to run naked all the way back to the guest house. 

But then I was horrified to discover that I was locked in and couldn't escape.

So here I am standing naked, my clothes wrapped in my arms, in the party room of Collen's pool house, locked in with no way out.  What could possibly get worse than this?  Then I heard their voices approaching again, apparently, they had already finished their swim.

To my immediate relief, they ran into the shower to hose off the pool water, so I had a brief time to devise a plan.  It was then I noticed a door that I failed to see earlier, maybe it was a closet or even another way out, in either event, I had to run through it when Collen and the girl came out of the shower and into the bar room.

I couldn't believe my rotten luck, it wasn't a closet I now found myself in but rather a landing above a set of stairs leading down in the general direction of the basement under Collen's mansion.  I had left the door slightly open so I peeked through to see Collen and the girl having a drink, both naked as jaybirds just like me.

The girl was about my age and of similar build, narrow hips, and large bust.  Collen, however, was something else, the man was the epitome of male perfection, six pack abs, broad shoulders, and toned leg muscles.  It was more than obvious that for an older guy he worked hard to maintain his physique.

Then there was his dick, although semi-flaccid at this point, I suspected that when fully erect it would be a monster that would make any girl wonder if she could take it or not.

My lustful adoration of Collen came to an abrupt halt when he and the girl left the bar and walked directly toward the door I was behind.

Quickly I ran down the marble stairs on my bare feet, still naked and clutching my clothes tightly against my tits.  Fortunately, I made the first landing and was part way down the next flight, hidden from their view, when they opened the door.

I ran out of the stairway into a basement level, and into what appears to be an upscale night club. 

This room is so big it could easily accommodate a hundred people, I thought to myself.

The walls covered in ornate mahogany paneling surrounded twenty or more tables; each with four to six chairs.  Along one wall was an antique looking bar, well stocked with dozens of bottles of what appeared to be expensive liquor.  One end of the room had a bandstand and a dance floor while the other had a runway for exotic dancers with three stripper poles.  But the wall opposite of the bar had a long mural that appeared to be hand painted, the erotic scene depicting ancient Greece with nude men and women in various sex acts from the traditional to exotic scenes of bondage.

At the other end of the room, there were some drapes, so I ran and hid behind them.  However to my dismay, the drapes concealed a doorway to another room, the details and contents of the room were hidden in darkness.  I turn and try to peek through the gap in the drapes to see where Collen and the girl are, only to discover they are walking my way, Collen with his arm around the girl's waist.

I could hear him telling the girl; "The previous owners belonged to an exclusive and highly secretive club and they built this place to entertain their friends who had, shall we say interesting proclivities.  As such they designed the next room like a dungeon to fulfill most any fantasy."

To my horror, Collen flipped a light switch and the room behind me was suddenly illuminated and I could see the contents.

Back at the university, we had an annual week for BDSM discovery featuring seminars on safe bondage and discipline as well as videos depicting men and women enjoying role play.  Donny and I had even tried some of the courses so I wasn't unfamiliar with the use of what I was now looking at.

There was a small pool at the end of an aisle down the center of the room.  On each side of this walkway were beds and devices designed for the use of Doms and their Subs allowing a variety of gameplay.  Each of these ‘stations' was surrounded by plush sofa type pit groups so that voyeurs could watch the games in comfort.

I ran and hid behind one of those overstuffed sofas.

Once again my luck went south as Collen and the girl, who were both still very naked, walked to the very device which was surrounded by the pit group I was hiding behind.

Overwhelmed by my curiosity, I peeked around the end of the sofa.

It was a cross-shaped device suspended from the ceiling on multiple ropes that run through pulleys on the ceiling and then to several electric winches.  The cross was covered in bright red pliable leather with matching cuffs at the ends of the vertical beam and a large belt at the bottom of the horizontal beam which was just about waist high. It was this belt that Collen strapped around the girl's waist.  Then he placed her wrists in the cuffs at the ends of the arms of the cross.  From a cart next to the machine he took a pair of cuffs that he put around her ankles and attached to ropes leading up to the ceiling.

"Are you sure you are ready my pet?  And do you remember your safe word," he asked her?

"Yes Master," she answered.

With that, he went to a nearby control panel and flipped several switches.  Motors hummed and winches pulled the ropes.  Within seconds her feet were high in the air and spread uncomfortably far apart leaving her vagina totally exposed.  The cross had rotated backward until she was in a horizontal prone position, suspended in the air on the device, which was swaying slightly at the ends of the ropes.

From my memories of the BDSM seminars and how this works, I was beginning to become aroused as I realized that in the manner she was restrained all her bodily openings, her mouth, her vagina, and anus, were unobstructed and at the perfect level for his use.

I then looked at Collen and was amazed at the size of his cock which was now fully erect.  All this, the naked girl tied to the machine, Collen's raging erection and the latent eroticism of me being naked and taking part in accidental voyeurism was creating a burning desire deep within me.

From the cart, he picked devices I was unfamiliar with but quickly learned their purpose.

To her already hard and tingling nipples he attached clamps.  Apparently, she had never experienced someone using those things on her as she noticeably winced from the sudden pain.

My own burning lustful desires growing exponentially,  I couldn't wait to see what he was going to do to her next.

I began to rub my clit.

I have seen pictures of butt plugs on the internet, but not in real life.  Collen Picked one up that was lying on the cart lubed it and inserted it ever so slowly into her anus.  Not ever having had one inserted in me I, of course, didn't know how it felt, but none the less my sphincter puckered and my pussy twitched as I secretly wished it was me he was putting the plug into.

Then from the cart he grabbed a chrome vibrator and inserted it into the girl's pussy, securing it to the straps so that no matter what she did the vibrator would not fall out.

I couldn't take it any longer, the fire that was raging inside me had to be quenched.  I began to frantically rub my clit as I watched Collen and the girl.  I never dreamed that I would get off on being a voyeur but being naked in this place while watching them was such a turn on I had become so horny I was nearly out of my mind.

"How's that my pet," Collen asked her as he adjusted the vibrator?

"Oh god, I'm about to cum master."

"Well, we can't have that can we?"

Quickly he removes the vibrator and clamps on her nipples.

"Remember our previous lesson Pet?  You can't cum until I give you permission."

My breath rate had become rapid as my own orgasm was building, but I was now so aroused and I needed to cum so desperately; I couldn't understand how the girl was able to resist the urge to let go and cum.

He moved to the head of the cross, grabbed a handful of hair and roughly lifted her head from the padded support.  Taking away that part of the cross which had supported her head he gradually released his grip on her hair and allowed the girl's head to slowly fall backward, hyper-extending her neck and jaw.

Slowly he inserted his dick into the girl's gaping mouth until she gagged, Collen then quickly pulled out until she partially recovered.  Then he pushed in again.

In my own mind, I fantasized about deep throating his huge dick, running my tongue over the extended blood vessels and licking his precum from the end.

Carefully he would push in and pull out as he allowed the girl to become accustomed to him.

I had sucked dicks before but never restrained like she was with his balls hitting her in the face, the idea of being totally immobile and unable to resist like the girl on the device just a few feet in front of me was so intoxicating, so stimulating.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt my orgasm hit.  Somehow I managed to keep silent as wave after wave of electrifying pleasure ran over me, but it was not my orgasm that would give my presence away but rather my allergies.

Just as the orgasm hit, I took in a deep breath through my nose, and apparently a little bit of dust or mold as well.  A sneeze started building. And it was one of those that just as you think you have it under control, it happens, and you can't stop it for love or money.  My ‘aw-choo' came out sounding like more of an ‘aw-shit.'

"Who's there," Collen demanded as he turned my way.

Slowly I stood up from my hideout behind the sofa, naked as the day I was born, my nipples hard and swollen from my own abuse and with my cum running down my leg.

There was no doubt in my mind, Collen had instantly recognized how turned on I was from watching him and the girl.  He looked me up and down and simply smiled.

"I presume you know what we are doing," he asked?

"Yes sir," I stuttered, "I took some classes on BDSM in college.

After putting the headrest back under her head so that she was comfortable, he lowered the top end of the cross so that the girl's bottom was higher than her head.  Collen walked over to me, stopping arm's length from me and put both closed fists on his hips with his elbows pointing outward.

Up close he looked even more marvelous than he did from a distance.  My pulse and breath rate increased as I became aroused just looking at him.  His stare was so intense it felt that he was looking into my very soul.

Collen turned his head slightly to address the girl, "Beth, I would say that Misty has been a very bad girl wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"And Misty do you think you should be punished for sneaking in here and watching?"

I didn't know what to call him, so I played along.

"Yes Master," I answered averting my eyes to the floor.

"Very well Misty," Collen said as he gently took me by the arm and led me to the cart beside the device Beth was restrained on.

Collen took two more padded cuffs from the cart and placed them on my wrists.  Then he led me to the end of the device between Beth's legs.

"Lick her pussy," he ordered.

As I bent over and ran my tongue up Beth's slit, Collen pulled my arms tight and fastened the cuffs on my wrists to the device so that I couldn't pull my face away from Beth's cunt.  Then he took a rod with cuffs on the ends and after pushing my feet apart he placed the cuffs around my ankles.  The rod keeping my legs fully spread apart.

At this point, I'm bent over from the waist and restrained so that I can't take my face away from Beth's pussy.  My feet are spread far enough apart that I feel a slight pain pulling in my thigh muscles and the calves of my legs.  Knowing that my butt is presented so that my anus and pussy are fully exposed to Collen for whatever he has in mind to do, my arousal grows.

Ruth, my roommate in college, taught me the finer points of cunnilingus.  So what I had learned with Ruth, I was now eagerly sharing with Beth who was squirming and moaning as she neared a major orgasm.

"Beth, what happens to girls who cum without Master's permission?"

"Oh god Master, they get spanked," Beth answered, then added, "and I think you may have to spank me Master because I don't think I take much more of this!"

"Did you hear that Misty?" Collen asked.

"Yes, Master."

"So I think it is only fair that if you make Beth cum, then you get to spank her, does that sound like fun Misty?"

"Yes Master," I answered even though I had never spanked anyone other than Donny when we experimented with discipline.  Admittedly the thought of spanking Beth was intriguing.

"But of course before you can spank Beth, Misty, I will have to spank you for making Beth cum."

Collen's statement was a two edge sword for me, while the idea of being spanked while restrained as I was at the moment was scary, the eroticism of the idea made me shiver from head to toe.

Restrained with my face between Beth's legs against her pussy, I couldn't see what Collen was doing.  But I did feel him squirt something cool on my butt hole and rub it into me; it was a lubricant.  Then the wish I had made earlier became reality as he inserted a plug into my butt as he had done earlier to Beth.  At first, the pain was severe but soon morphed into pleasure.

As I continued to lick Beth's pussy and tickle her clit with my tongue, I suddenly felt two of Collen's fingers penetrate my vagina.  Apparently, he found it wet enough for his liking as he withdrew his fingers and rubbed his fat cock against my slit.

In one quick movement, he rammed it all the way in stretching my cervix and I felt it hit my uterine wall.  The force of his thrust and the pain of the quick stretching of my pussy made me tense up and push my tongue even further into Beth.

Collen began to pump in and out of me rapidly, and not being able to control myself I lapped at Beth's pussy and attacked her clit licking and nibbling on it.

Beth couldn't take it any longer and screamed, "I'm cumming, oh god!"

I lapped at the torrent of juices that poured from her throbbing cunt like a woman in the desert dying of thirst and who has been given a tall glass of water to drink.  I was insatiable, I couldn't get enough of Beth and I just kept mindlessly eating the poor girl out as her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm.

Collen was pumping into me, his body slapping against my butt, then I felt another kind of slap.  True to his word Collen spanked me for making Beth cum.  The first swat on my bare butt burned, as did the next four swats.  But as he continued to ram into my pussy, the sixth swat began to feel different, a pleasurable sensation heightened the already building feeling of my impending orgasm.

Then Collen erupted into me sending string after string of his seed deep into my womb.  I couldn't take anymore.

Between the swats that he was still delivering to my now red butt, I asked, "Master---please---let---me---cum."

"Yes my pet, go ahead."  He grunted through clenched teeth as he continued to pump into me.

I relented and the orgasm went over the top, so strongly my body began to jerk uncontrollably.

Collen didn't make me spank Beth; I was too spent to do anything.

He removed all the toys from both of us and with Beth hanging on one arm and me on the other, Collen practically carried us both to his master suite upstairs and we all collapsed into the king size bed. 

Sometime before dawn, I woke up and found my way out of Collins's mansion and while still naked I walked silently in the darkness back to the guest house for a shower and to get ready for work.

I drove to Al's and spent each moment that day, when concentration on the task at hand was not required, fantasizing about the events of the previous night.  But basking in the memories of last night in Collen's basement ended when he didn't show up at Al's that afternoon.

After work, I drove back to Collen's place wondering what was going to happen.  All sorts of thing ran through my mind such as the possibility that he was angry and was going to kick me out of the guest house.

As luck would have it, I did get "evicted" from the guest house, but not as I had expected.

When I got home there was a note on the door to please come to the mansion.  Before I complied with his request, I quickly showered and changed clothes, putting on a sundress that displayed all my assets.  And considering the events of the previous evening, I neglected to put on a bra or panties.

When I arrived at the mansion, Collen was waiting for me, standing in the doorway wearing only a black silk robe.

Offering me his arm like a gentleman, Collen began to lead us toward the master suite.  As we walked he made me an offer.

He promised that in return for me giving my word I would spend at least a year with him, he would pay off all my debts and buy me a new car.  He offered to pay me a salary of more than four times that which Al was paying me.  In return, he told me, I would share in the cooking and light household chores and that I would have one other task, that of being his full-time pet.

Collen said that while we were on the estate, as his pet, I would be expected to remain nude at all times and allow him to do whatever he wanted to do to me at any time he chose.

With that, he stopped walking, turned to me and looked into my eyes and asked, "how do you feel about my offer?"

Reaching to the hem of my dress just below my ass, I quickly pulled it off over my head and let it fall to the floor.  I reached out to Collen and untied his robe, then with his dick in one hand and while pulling his head to my lips with the other; I kissed him deeply and with great passion.

As I slowly stroked his massive dick, I looked him in the eyes and gave him my answer, "Master, I'm all yours."