Today’s outfit is not exciting, and Master knows I’m not overly into it. A knee-length skirt with a nice blouse that would be perfect for work in a corporate office, very proper.

We are having company today, Master invited his co-worker Charles and his Wife, Clarissa over so the men can watch the UFC fight. That means hours of chatting about whatever Clarissa and I can find in common this time. She’s nice enough, they’re just a vanilla couple, and I’d honestly rather spend the day being fucked, twisted, pulled, and smacked like the human equivalent of a bop-it toy.

Master knows it’s not my favorite way to spend the day but he and Charles have been friends forever, and I get that. He left out a sexy blue bra and panties for me to wear under my outfit. Master also included thigh-highs and a garter to make me feel sexier. He also put my favorite necklace out, the one with a ring that we both know is my collar.

I get dressed and ready, put out the snacks for the day and look at the clock. They’ll be here soon. Suddenly, I realize Master is behind me, “surprise spot inspection,” he whispers in my ear as he slaps my Ass and spins me around.

“Is everything to your liking, Master?” I ask in an almost sing-song, bratty voice. Master immediately bends me over and spanks my Ass, hard, and repeatedly.

I let out a couple yelps when he demands, “do I need to slap the brat out of you, slut?”

“I’ll be a good girl, Master. I swear. I’ll make you proud.” I stand, and rub my hand on my now-sore Ass hoping the sting will be enough to get me though until after Charles and Clarissa leave.

The doorbell rings and I quickly straighten up and check my outfit before walking to the door.

After a couple minutes of pleasantries, Master and Charles go to the living room and Clarissa and I settle in the front room, talking about work, cooking and whatever else comes up. I have to keep adjusting the way I’m sitting because my Ass still stings from my spanking.

Clarissa is actually a very lovely person. She works in advertising and always has interesting stories about her clients and projects. We have a lot in common, and I realize the day’s not the total dud I was expecting. She’s actually really beautiful, long brunette hair, and I bet she has a nice figure under her dress, which looks like it was purchased at the same place my skit was.

My phone dings as a text comes in and I apologize to grab it and see a message from my Master. “Cocktails, now slut!”

The order sends a bit of a shiver down my spine. I must do as I’m told. I ask Clarissa if she wants to join me for a fresh round of drinks in the living room.

I step behind the bar cart and get to mixing. Whiskey on the rocks for my Master, a gin and tonic for Charles, white wine for Clarissa, and I make myself my favorite, a lemon drop martini.

I deliver the drinks around the room on a silver platter, showing my Master how well I can behave. He pats his leg for me to sit on his lap in his chair while Clarissa snuggles next to Charles on the couch.

The fight is still a couple hours away, so we all start chatting about vacations and recent travel. My mind already started wandering when I feel Master’s hand slide up my thigh, and inch closer to my panties.

I’m trying to control my breathing, and stay calm. I just want him to rip off this skirt and fuck me. I can feel my nipples harden and wish he would bite them through my blouse, they’re right there by his face!

“Did you like it?” Clarissa asks me and I realize I haven’t been paying attention at all. I don’t even know how to fake my way out of this conversation.

Master looks at me, incredulously. “Were you not listening to our guest? How rude of you!” He knows exactly what I was thinking about. He slowly pulls his hand away and sits back, completely putting me on the spot.

“I…I… I’m so…” I can’t stop stammering. “I’m so sorry. I was preoccupied. Please forgive me.” I hope I can pull off the dingbat defense.

Clarissa jumps in, “well, I don’t know” she looks over at my Master, “she may need to be punished.”

What? She must be joking, it’s like a tease. I’d Love to be punished right now. Master looks me up and down and then looks at Clarissa and winks, “Would you like the pleasure?”

At this point I’m confused and feel my face getting red. Is there a spotlight on me? It feels like it, is this a joke or not?

Clarissa stands and walks over to me, reaching out her hand for me to take. Whatever is going on, I’m confused but I’m game. She walks me to the middle of the room, in full view so both my Master and Charles can see everything. I stand in anticipation, as she grabs my blouse out of my skirt and pulls it off over my head. There’s more to her than I realized.

She runs her hands over my breasts as she slides them down to my skirt, and unzips it on my side and lets it fall to the floor. I’m now standing in front of my Master, and his best friend and his Wife, in just the bra, panties, thigh highs and garter he set out for me. Was this his plan all day?

I feel exposed, confused and excited. Maybe this won’t be a boring day after all. Clarissa keeps standing behind me and pulls my hair behind my left ear, and whispers, “tell us what you did that you must be punished for, you slut,”

I immediately feel flustered and at a loss for words, “I was a bad girl, I didn’t listen.” I keep it short and to the point.

“You can do better than that, slut! What were you thinking about? Give me details,” she demands.

I look over at my Master he winks at me, “obey your Mistress.”

“Mistress, I like that title,” Clarissa says. “Now, tell me what I want to know.” She’s no novice, she knows how much if a turn in this is.

“I was trying to listen to you, but I got distracted when my Master slid his hand up my skirt,” I say as she slides her hand from around my back to my stomach and down to my panty line. I gasp and feel myself getting wet. “Master started to rub my clitoris, and I started fantasizing.” Mistress slides her hand down the front of my panties and starts rubbing my clit.

“Like this?” She asks. I let out a moan and nod my head. “Answer me! Slut!”

“Yes, Mistress! Like that, he was rubbing me like that!” It feels so good. I lean my head back against her and let out a moan. With her Free hand, Mistress reaches around and pinches one of my nipples.

“Pay attention, slut!” I Love how she says slut, it’s sultry and commanding. “What were you fantasizing about? Give me details.”

“I was wishing my Master would rip my clothes off and fuck me, right here and now.” I respond while making eye contact with both my Master and Charles, who is captivated, and enjoying the show. “I thought you were vanilla, and didn’t think today was going to be much fun.”

“And now?” She asks as I stand there, nearly naked with her fingers rubbing my clit, showing me off to my Master and her husband. “Are we that boring, vanilla couple?”

“No, Mistress, I was wrong! You are right to punish me.” I respond with my head facing down.

“Damn right you were wrong! You want to cum so badly, let’s watch you squirm, slut.” Mistress adds more pressure to my clit, using a circular motion. I feel the anticipation climbing as she bites my earlobe and whispers in my ear, “your Pussy is mine to play with now, cum for me.” I feel wave after wave of pleasure wash over me as I start to Orgasm. My new Mistress holds me up as she keeps rubbing and whispering, “good girl slut,” and walks me back over to my Master and sits me on his lap.

I sit there in a bit of a daze, partly not believing what just happened and look down and see my clothes on the floor and feel the smile on my face.

Mistress sits back beside Charles and he winks at my Master. “I told you my whore was good!”

“Whore?” I ask confused. The woman who just melted me with her touch is his whore?

“Not to you,” my Mistress snaps quickly. “You still call me Mistress,” she winks at me and smiles.

“You may control another woman, but you’re my whore, and it’s time to play,” Charles looks at his Wife and pats his lap, ordering her to climb on him. As she gets up to obey, I let out a small gasp, ready for my show this time.

My Mistress stands and presents herself before Charles. She bends at the waist and puts her Ass on full display while she uses her mouth to unzip and unbutton his slacks. This must be part of their ritual. As she’s bent over, Charles grabs the dress and pulls it off her, over her head, leaving her wearing a pink thong. I start to squirm on my Masters lap as I feel myself getting wet again.

I can’t stop staring at her Ass. “You really like the view, don’t you?” my Master asks, calling me out.

I let out a small moan, “She’s so sexy, Master. I’m dying for a taste.”

Charles clears his throat and addresses my Master, “Your slut is welcome to play, but only with your permission.”

Master grabs me by my necklace/collar and pulls me close. He’s talking directly to me but speaks loud enough for our guests to hear, “You may play, but don’t forget my rules, no other cock enters any of your holes except for mine.” He doesn’t share me with other men, ever. Women are a different story. We both play with other women, but only when we are together.

I nod. I know the rules.

Charles adds, “to be clear, you are her slut,” he points to my new Mistress, “you belong to her. She is my whore, I own her.” I nod again, showing I understand the power structure.

I can tell my Mistress is excited about having her own toy, while also being dominated. “You may kneel behind my Ass, as I work,” she says to me while she continues releasing the cock she’s so desperately wants, with only her mouth.

I take my place, and kneel, with my face staring directly at her Pussy and Ass, with the thin string of her thong blocking my view. I want to grab it with my teeth and pull it off her.

“May I pull off your thong, Mistress?” I ask in an almost begging voice.

“Get on with it you thirsty slut!” She responds.

She didn’t tell me how to do it so I lean in and run my tongue along the length of her Pussy lips and hear her moan as I hook my tongue under the fabric and pull it to my teeth. In just a second, I have it pulled down past her hips and I feel her stand up and look down at me, with her thong still in my mouth, and I look up smiling, looking for approval.

“She’s a determined slut,” my Master chuckles as he enjoys the show.

“Indeed,” my Mistress is smiling as she realizes just how eager her new pet is. Charles commands her to climb on his cock, and face away from him, so I can still have access. She smiles at him and obeys, making a show of climbing on him, and lowering her body onto his rock hard, long cock.

She places her hands on his thighs and starts grinding on him and looks at me, “crawl closer to me.” I obey. She grabs my head and pushes my face to her clit, “lick and suck me like I know you’re dying to do, slut.”

It tastes like candy. I lick up and down slowly at first. I alternate between that and circling my tongue around her clit and suck for a few seconds before letting go. She seems to like it, I can hear her moaning as she grabs my hair to get the rhythm in sync with her grinding on his cock. Her moans are getting louder, making me work harder when I suddenly hear, “Not yet!”

Charles has not given my Mistress permission to cum. She grabs my hair and pulls my face away. I can tell she’s trying to keep riding him without orgasming without permission.

“Stand up, slut!” She gasps between thrusts. I obey and stand as she regains her position and holds onto my body. She reaches around my back and unhooks my bra and rips it off my body.

She grabs my breasts and brings me closer, immediately pulling my left nipple in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue and gently biting it. With her right hand, she pinches the other one and I’m quickly lost in the moment. I let out an intense moan as she keeps playing.

My Mistress pulls her head back and grabs my face, and pulls it close and kisses me, hard, passionately, like she just can’t get enough. She slides her tongue in my mouth, tasting her own juices lingering from my time sucking her clit.

She’s ravenous, grabbing me all over and kissing my face, my neck and back down to my breasts. I feel one of her hands slide down and pull my panties down, and she slides her finger into my slit and starts rubbing my clit, while also sucking on my nipple and riding the cock.

She slides her hand deeper and starts thrusting her fingers into my Pussy. She turns them in a circular motion before taking them out and thrusting them back in again.

I hear a slap on her Ass and hear, “Cum, whore! Fucking cum for me!” She grabs my body tight when she begins almost yelling with each moan, letting the Orgasm take over her entire body, as Charles cums at the same time.

I feel my mistress collapse in my arms, spent after what may be the most intense Orgasm I’ve ever seen someone else have. She catches her breath and grabs my face and gives me a small kiss on my mouth, “well done, my slut. You’re a good toy.”

I turn, wearing nothing but my thigh highs and a garter and walk back to my Master, swaying my hips and with pride with each step. I sit back down on his lap, and he kisses me, “good girl.”

“Another round of drinks?” I ask, as I get up and start making everyone another of what they had before.

After making the cocktails, I pass them out on the silver tray and as I get to my Master, I realize he’s pulled out his cock for me. I get excited, quickly put down the tray and drop to my knees.

He traces my lips with his cock while keeping eye contact with me. I want to take it deep into my throat but I don’t have permission, yet. He keeps teasing me and asks, “Would you like to invite your friend to play?”

A smile spreads across my face as I turn and face her, “would you like to join us?”

My Mistress looks to Charles with longing eyes, asking for him to share her. He smirks and looks to my Master, “Please, enjoy my whore, you can fuck her, suck her, and punish her however you desire. Don’t give her back until you are satisfied.”

My Master uses his finger to beckon her to him. He looks her up and down while I kneel patiently. “When you serve me, you are not my slut’s Mistress. You are our toy. If you are good with that, kneel, if not, go back to the couch.”

Before he finished the sentence, she was on her knees, intertwining her fingers with mine, like best friends getting ready for an adventure. Master holds his cock out in front of our faces, “share, like good sluts,”

We both lean in, kissing either side of his shaft, sucking and licking, up and down. Our tongues start sliding into each other as we both focus on the tip, and we end up kissing with his cock in our mouths. It’s so Hot. Master pulls his cock out of our mouths and slaps both our faces with it.

“Climb on my cock,” my Master says while making eye contact with me. He gestures for Clarissa to stay kneeling on the floor. I straddle my Master and feel his cock sliding into my slippery and waiting Pussy. I moan as he goes deeper and deeper.

As I start grinding on my Masters cock, I feel Clarissa’s tongue slide along my Pussy lips and around the base of my Love‘s shaft. I hear my Master moan and realize that while I’m grinding on him, she is sucking on his balls, taking each in her mouth separately.

“Oh, fuck,” I hear my Master moan before he explodes inside me, shooting his cum into my Pussy. He grabs my face and pulls it close to his, “I’m not done with you yet, slut. Get on your back on the floor.”

I obey and feel turned on and curious about what’s next. My Master looks at Clarissa and commands her, “you climb on top. You’re both slutty messes full of cum. Time to clean each other up.”

She hovers her Pussy over mine as she gets into position and we both lean in to devour each other. Licking, sucking, slurping, and sliding our tongues all over each other.

“You may cum,” my Master says as we both let out moans and allow the pleasure of each other’s tongues take over. The orgasms make more of a mess to clean up, but we are both eager to satisfy and taste more or each other’s juices. After another few orgasms we collapse into each other’s bodies, and look up to our Masters for approval. They both nod in approval and beckon us to their laps.

We both curl up in our owners embrace. “Good girl,” my Master whispers as he holds me.