This is the seventh in the series. In general, following the series in order is helpful, but not necessary, but reading the first one “Penthouse 01 – Who Am I” explains the main characters and setting making it easier to enjoy subsequent vignettes including this one.

I want to thank everyone for overwhelming reception this series has received. I am truly amazed at the reception of my first attempts at erotic fiction. Your comments good or bad are most welcome.

Penthouse 7A Weekend at Mistress Umbra’s, Night 1

During the week that John was taking care of me while Master was gone, he arranged for me to spend an afternoon with Sharon, one of Mistress Umbra’s submissives and the girl I helped with her first male cock experience. Sharon’s assignment was to teach me how to please a woman.

After an afternoon learning the numerous was to have sex with and please a woman, Mistress tested my new skills, by having me sit on Sharon’s face with my face in Mistress’s cunt and repeat in her cunt what Sharon was doing with her tongue in mine. The passing grade I got was Mistress squirting in my mouth and soaking my face. To further my education and at the urging or Sharon, I accepted an offer to spend the weekend at Mistress’s house under her rules and control.

Master and Mistress Umbra agreed that I would be at her house on Friday after dinner. Until then I was still at home under John’s supervision. After my shocking surprises with John’s partner Rene’ and Mistress, John had no more surprises the rest of the week, other than a steady stream of methods to use, enjoy, and abuse my body.

My oak desk chair has a seven-inch Bluetooth controlled dildo right in the middle of it. Master has the app on his phone and through the app on my phone can control it from just about anywhere. One afternoon John came in from the pool naked and sat on my desk right in front of my computer. I knew something was up since John never came in from his swim hard before, yet right in my face was John in all his glory. I leaned forward and licked all over his cock before I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

As John placed his hand on my head and urged me deeper, the dildo in my cunt came to life. Obviously, a conspiracy between John and my Master. As John controlled my depth and pace on his cock in my mouth and throat, Master played with my cunt. Sometimes soft and slow vibrations, sometimes ramping up to hard and fast. Sometimes, I could tell that Master was using a song to control the device by the patterns dancing in my cunt. John apparently decided that today he really liked my throat, I was gasping for air when John went deep and held me there. Air or not, my body exploded, John withdrew far enough for me to take a single breath before John unloaded, down my throat, filling my mouth, painting my face and overflowing all over his balls.

As soon as I recovered my senses, I started dutifully cleaning John’s balls, sucking each one into my mouth for a tongue bath. Finishing that I was giving his cock a tongue bath when the front door opened, and Master walked in. I started to ask him why he was home early, when John pulled me back onto his cock, reminding me what I was not done properly cleaning his cock. When he was satisfied with my cleaning, he took his handkerchief and wiped the cum off my face. He nodded and I got up and ran over and kneeled at my Master’s feet.

Master pulled me to my feet into a warm hug and a deep kiss. “I knew you were gone for the weekend, and I just could not stand being away from my slut that much longer. Now get that ass upstairs by my bed, I’ve been saving something for you all week.”

It was several minutes before Master walked into the bedroom, I could hear him discussing something with John, though could not make out the details, though “slut” was mentioned several times. Master stopped by the bathroom before coming into the bedroom. I heard him pee, and he obviously undressed as he walked into the bedroom naked, and already hard.

Master had indeed been saving something for me. He facefucked me hard, he made love to me, then fucked a different hole, and then did the cycle again. When I wondered I had no orgasms left, he ate me like a pro to prove that I still had a couple hard ones left. When Master finally collapsed on the bed, he kissed me one more time. Slapped me on the ass and told me, “John is waiting in your room. Crawl to him.”

I crawled to my room to discover John ready to go after overhearing Master fuck me for the last hour. He helped me onto the bed, lubed my ass and then went in balls deep in one motion. Master had just made good use of my ass, but John is bigger, and it was quite a shock to feel him so hard, so deep, and so quick. My body immediately began spasming around him as he withdrew almost completely before driving full depth again. This was an ass fucking like I had never experienced before. My ass kept spasming and it soon spread to my empty cunt. It wasn’t a single orgasm, it was just wave after wave of my body reacting to the sensation, the pleasure, the raw power of his taking my ass.

I felt him swell larger, drive deep one more time and stay completely buried in my ass. My body convulsed again as I felt him spasm and cum deep in my ass. He held me tight as he rolled us onto our side, his cock still deep in my ass. I felt him soften and slip out of my ass. He released his hug to allow me to lean down and lick and suck him clean, before returning to his hug.

We laid there together discussing the events of the week. Thanking each other for the experiences and promising it would not be the last time. I am still my Master’s slut, but Master seems quite willing that John is also free to enjoy me.

After a little while, John kissed me and said, “I’m sure your Master is ready to use you again. Crawl back to him.”

That is how the afternoon went crawling back and forth between Master and John until my cunt, throat and ass were raw. Master finally smiled and told me, “That should be enough cock to last you the weekend at Mistress Umbra’s. Now shower, enema and douche, I can’t send you to her full of cum. I’ll lay out your clothes for dinner. You don’t need any for the weekend.”

My ass was so raw the enemas were uncomfortable, and I had to use the larger plug to hold them in. I don’t normally douche but understood Master’s desire that I be clean for Mistress. Master slipped into the shower as I was doing my hair and makeup. The dress that Master had selected was the one that John bought me for my night out with him before gonna the club. I realized Master had never seen it.

It was black, backless except for a strip of leather that ran from the collar down the center of my back to the matching leather belt, the front from the collar had two leather trimmed semi-sheer strips of cloth that came down to join a bit below my breasts with the leather trim continuing down to the belt, with another piece of leather trim, just under the breasts that gave a bit of support and finished framing my breasts. The skirt was a jersey skaters skirt, very full and very short. Putting it on, my breasts were covered by the almost sheer fabric. It was cut so that while no bare skin was showing, they were framed by the leather trim and completely visible under the semi-sheer top. There was also a leather trimmed lace bolero jacket that covered the nipples but ended there.

Master’s only words when he walked into the room was “Wow!” He had me twirl to show off my legs and ass. He pulled the bolero open and after surveying my breasts on display, made me take it off. We walked down the steps together. John was waiting for us. Dinner was at John’s partner’s bistro. His partner, Rene’, greeted us at the door, gave John a big hug, kissed my hand without taking his eyes off my breasts, and shook Master’s hand. I learned Master was not completely aware of John’s relationship with Rene’, but John had no issue explaining it to Master and he accepted the explanation without opinion. I asked about the arrangements with Mistress Umbra and was essentially told that they would drop me off after dinner and pick me up Sunday night and in between should make Master proud with my obedience to Mistress.

After dinner, I was told to go use the restroom and freshen up to be ready to meet Mistress. This meant walking through the restaurant with my breasts framed and on full display under the semi sheer top of the dress. Once in the restroom I relieved myself wiped my cunt and thighs dry and fixed my make up. The return trip to the table got even more attention as those that missed me on the way to the restroom had been alerted by their table companions for when I returned.

John drove on the way to Mistress Umbra’s. Master in the back seat helped me remove my dress and then removed my collar, which made me feel totally naked. A chain leash was wrapped around my neck and clipped to itself forming both a chain collar and a leash. Once at Mistress’s Master helped me from the car and up the steps where I knelt on the mat as Master rang the bell. Sharon answered the door. Without a word: Master handed her the leash, pulled my head back by my hair for a quick kiss, left me kneeling there, and went back to the car.

Sharon turned, pulled on my leash for me to follow her, closed the door behind me and walked slowly as I crawled behind her. We entered the parlor and without looking up I saw Mistress sitting in a chair in the corner. As we approached Sharon dropped to her knees and kissed Mistress’s foot. I followed Sharon’s lead and kissed her other foot.

“Angie welcome to my home. Kneel up and look at me.” Surprised to hear my actual name, I rose to a kneeling position, sitting on my ankles, back straight, hands behind my head, elbows back, hips rotated forward presenting my cunt and looked at Mistress’s smiling face.

Mistress smiled and said, “I do not have sluts in my house, I have well trained submissive ladies. In my house you will be known by your name. Sharon will be your guide this weekend. Follow her lead and direction. Your Master has given you to me this weekend. His only instruction is that I return you to him on Sunday evening still a functioning submissive woman. Sharon will take you to the dorm room and help you prepare for daily inspection and dinner.”

Mistress rose from her seat, took an item from the table, and placed a jeweled collar to my lips. I kissed the collar and Mistress placed it around my neck. I heard it close with a solid click. It was snug but not tight. “Angie, you are now mine, to use, to enjoy, to punish if necessary, and to care for.” She removed the chain and dropped it by her chair.

“Sharon take Angie to the dorm and prepare you and her for daily inspection and dinner.”

Sharon replied with a soft, “Yes, Mistress” She took my hand and we both rose and walked up the stairs. As soon as we entered the room she hugged and kissed me. “So glad you are here.”

“What is the inspection that Mistress mentioned? I asked.

“Each evening before dinner we are inspected for cleanliness and hygiene, proper attire, and posture.” “Whoever scores the highest is Mistress’s bed companion for the night, and has no duties the following day, except serving Mistress. The low score’s discipline on the other hand will be the after-dinner entertainment.” Sharon continued, “We call this room the dorm. If you aren’t in Mistress’s room this is where we all sleep except Missy. Tonight, there will be three of us in the bed. We are free to do whatever we wish in this room. That room over there is the bathroom, it has three sinks, two showers, one bathtub and two toilets and bidets.

Bridget came in to get ready for dinner also. Three of us in the bathroom getting ready was like being back at the sorority house but with a lot more kissing, groping and fingering. We gave each other the required enemas. Bridget showed me how to use the bidet after I used the toilet. She shared the secret to turn it to full cold as that blast of cold water really tightens up your cunt. We helped each other with makeup and brushing out our hair.

I asked about the other two of Mistress’s submissives. Carmen was with Mistress last night so is helping Mistress get ready, then using Mistress’s bathroom to get herself ready.

“What about Missy?” I asked

Sharon and Bridget looked at each other and Sharon finally said, “Missy is different, best you see for yourself.”

Sharon pulled a lame’ dress out of the closet. “I think this is your size, try it on.”

The dress was a simple fingertip length sleeveless wrap with a single buckle fastener at the waist. Both the top and bottom were cut away showing off cleavage down to the buckle, and the cunt below the waist. Sharon and Bridget had very similar dresses with slight difference in the decorative detail.

As we checked each other out in the mirror, Bridget commented, “Love your red triangle, it really draws the eye to your cunt.”

We donned our stilettos and went down to the parlor where we met Mistress, Carmen and Missy. My eye was immediately drawn to Mistress. She was very elegantly dressed in a floor length red gown with lots of leather trim. Carmen and Missy wore dresses very similar to mine.

I looked at Missy and almost gasped out loud. Below Missy’s belt was a small pink cock cage. It was completely out of place with her long brunette hair, dress, makeup, and heels.

The ladies all lined up and I stood next to Sharon. Mistress took a clipboard and slowly walked in front of us, making notes as she stopped in front of each of us for a closer inspection. When she reached the end of the line, she softly said, “Present.” I watched as Sharon bent over until she was looking straight down, reached back and pulled her butt cheeks aside. I immediately did the same. I couldn’t see what Mistress was doing behind the line of her girls. When she got to me two fingers went up my cunt in one movement, turned and were dragged across my G-spot on their way out, only to be thrust up my ass, twisted and withdrawn.

“Dinner” was Mistresses command to both release us from our position and to direct us to the dinner table. Bridget went to the kitchen and brought out the platters of food while Missy poured the wine. When Missy finished pouring the wine, she put the carafe on the table, and disappeared under the table.

As we ate Mistress asked each of the ladies in turn about their day and inquired if there was anything Mistress needed to know. Bridget talked about preparing the meals for the day and informed Mistress that the food delivery service had not come that day as expected.

Sharon talked about her cleaning duties of the day and her experience accepting me at the door and presenting me to Mistress. Carmen thanked Mistress for being allowed to be of service last night and throughout today but gave no details.

Mistress asked me what I did before arriving at her door. I started to give a quick overview, but Mistress stopped me “I want full details of how your Master and John enjoyed you before dropping you off at my door. I want my ladies to hear what it is like to be a submissive in a male Dom household.

As I started to speak, Missy appeared between my thighs, parted my dress and started licking and sucking my cunt. It took me a moment to recover from the shock before I was able to start giving Mistress and her ladies a recount of my day. I told them about sucking off John at my desk while sitting on a vibrating dildo that my Master controlled remotely. I told them about receiving all the cum Master had saved for a week down my throat, in my cunt and up my ass. I told them about crawling to John and how he claimed my ass in a single thrust. I told them about being sent crawling back to my Master for a loving fuck. I told them how I repeated that all afternoon leaving my ass and cunt quite tender and my throat raw. I told them about being shown off in the restaurant with my breasts framed and being displayed under a semi sheer top. I told them about being stripped in the car on my way over and having Master remove his collar and being presented to Mistress’s House on my knees wearing a chain around my neck and nothing else except my heels.

The reactions around the table were interesting. Mistress and Sharon were smiling from ear to ear. Carmen was sitting wide eyed with her mouth hanging open. Bridget could not sit still, and her cheeks and lips were flushed.

As I finished talking about my day, Missy stopped her oral service to my cunt, kissed it, wiped it dry, and gave me a smile before disappearing.

Mistress announced, “We will all move to the parlor for our evening retreat. I was pleased with all your inspections tonight. I have chosen Angie to be our entertainment for the evening so that she may enjoy that experience during her stay. Bridget will be my companion tonight and tomorrow. Missy, please help Angie to the stool and restrain her there.”

Missy appeared and took my hand and led me into the parlor. There was a stool in the middle of the floor at about waist high when I knelt. Missy removed my dress and helped me kneel in front of the stool and lay across it with my ass high. There was an opening in the middle of the stool that my breast hung through. My knees were moved wide and attached to the legs of the stool, then my wrists were likewise secured. A belt across my waist held me tight to the stool. There was a second padded stool next to the stool I was secured to and right under my face, though a bit too low for me to comfortably rest my head.

As soon as I was secured the three house cats came over and started rubbing up against me. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt nice. Mistress sat in her chair and the ladies all knelt around me. Mistress announced that we were having a caning competition tonight. She was going to lay a stripe across my ass. Each lady in turn would have a single chance to match Mistress’s stripe an inch below the previous stripe. If their location and firmness matched Mistress’s then they could kiss their stripe and receive a reward. However, if their stripe’s location was not satisfactory or their stripe was too light, they would lie on top of me and receive an appropriate stripe from Missy. However, if their stripe was too heavy, they would receive a stripe from Mistress that matched the one she had given me and would apologize to me by rimming my ass until Mistress was satisfied.

They drew lots to see who went first. Missy brought Mistress a cane. Mistress rubbed it all over my ass and thighs before delivering one stinging blow across my ass. I screamed more from surprise than the pain although that was considerable. Mistress had delivered a firm blow, but not very severe.

Mistress handed the cane to Carmen who had drawn first in the lot. Carmen kept tapping my ass trying to line up below Mistress stripe. I could tell from the blow that it was far too light. Carmen took one look at her stripe and laid down on top of me. Missy took the cane and from the sound of the strike she delivered and the shriek in my ear, she came close to matching Mistress’s original stripe. Carmen moaned as she climbed off and I felt her lips on my ass as she kissed her stripe.

Sharon was next. She was fairly quick; a couple taps to line thing up and a stroke that brought another scream from my throat. Mistress got up and surveyed the stripe. I heard Mistress tell Sharon, “Good girl.” Mistress led Sharon in front of me and sat her down on the other stool with her cunt right in my face.

“Angie, reward Sharon for the stripe you received.” Her intent was obvious, and I once again tried to use everything that Sharon had taught me about pleasing a cunt. I soon was rewarded with wetness in Sharon’s cunt, and moans from her lips.