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I thought that yesterday's pool party was a wild success, and I was still buzzing from the alcohol, the sunshine, and the constant attention. I had been the center of all of it, after all, I was the lesbian sex toy for the afternoon. I was a little surprised at how comfortable I felt, how quickly the pleasure of being naked around strangers and being touched by them took over my body. Especially Claire, I loved pleasuring her and hearing her praise of my efforts. I was in a great mood and it was going to be a great day.
As I was getting ready to leave the house I realized that I had left my cell phone at Claire's. I called on the landline, she was there and found my phone by the pool. I said I would be right over to grab it. She told me the front door was open and to come on in. I was beginning to think that Claire and I could be friends.
I'd arrived at Claire's place, She called from upstairs asking me to come up. As I went up the stairs I could see that she was in her bedroom, the door slightly ajar. I knocked, and she called out, "Come in, Amy!
I entered her room, my heart skipping a beat when I saw what was on the screen. Lesbian porn, and not just any lesbian porn, it was the video of me, being used by all those women at the pool party. I blushed, looking away. "I didn't know you had this," I mumbled.
Claire grinned, "I know, it's hot, right? You're so fucking sexy, Amy."
I looked back at the screen, feeling a stirring between my legs. I couldn't help but feel turned on, watching myself being used like that. I felt Claire's hand on my back, gently pushing me towards the bed. "Sit, Amy," she commanded, and I obeyed.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the video played on. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, watching myself being used like that. I felt Claire's hand on my thigh, gently stroking it, making me shiver. "Do you like watching yourself, Amy?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
I nodded, unable to speak. I felt Claire's hand moving higher, towards my pussy. She stroked my lips gently, making me gasp. "You're so fucking wet, Amy," she whispered, her fingers sliding inside my shorts.
I panicked and pushed her away and jumped from the bed. "You didn't ask me if you could record me yesterday!" I was fuming. "Do those other women know they were filmed?".
Claire just smiled at me and said "Your right dear, I did not ask your permission, perhaps your husband can handle the legal case for you. And no, the other women didn't know that they were being taped. But that's OK too, as yours is the only full body and face that can be seen in the video and yours is the only voice that can be heard. You see dear, I used to be the video editor for a movie production company in Hollywood, before I met my husband. I've always tried to keep up to date on the technology and have the best editing equipment, here at the house"
"Amy, please listen to me. You are now my sex slave, I own you and there is nothing you can do about it. From now on, if I hear you are breaking any of my rules. I will begin the process of systematically releasing bits of your work to your husband, my dear friend, his boss, and all your kid's friends and families. Do you understand?"
"Amy, do you understand"
"Yes, mistress I understand", as a tear ran down my face.
Claire then laid out my house rules
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I must remain married to John and give all appearances that we are happy family
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John can no longer fuck my pussy or ass with his cock
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I must do whatever John wants me to do and make sure he is sexually satisfied in any other way
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I must explain these rules to John tonight
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I am Claire's sex slave I must do anything she or anyone in her family asks me to do
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I must be shaved and anally ready whenever I go into Claire's house
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I am to be completely nude when I am at Claire's house
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John sets the rules for me at our house
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I must be at Claire every weekday morning at 10 am
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My uniform and duties will be next to the back door
Claire then stood-up and removed my tee shirt and unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to the floor. She took my head in her hands and looked me in the eye and told me to start pleasuring myself while watching my performance from yesterday. "Amy, when you are about to cum, and I want you to cum, you need to call out that I am your mistress and that you are a submissive sex slut that has to cum multiple times a day.
"Yes , mistress" and I looked back at the screen, started rubbing my clit and playing with my nipples, as I went back to Claire's bed. I got on the bed and assumed a spread-eagle position. My pussy was soaking wet before my fingers touched my clit. In the video. I was being ass fucked by a strap-on while I was burying my tongue in a nicely shaved pussy. Claire was right, you could only hear my voice and see my face. I could feel my organism building. I was rolling my nipple with my finger of one hand while my other pressed hard on my clit and rubbed in small circles.
As I was about to cum, I raised my hips into the air and buried my fingers in my pussy. With one last sharp pinch to my nipple, I looked up to Claire and said "Claire, you are my mistress. I am a submissive and I must be trained to be your sex slave".
Claire leaned down and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth for a deep passionate kiss. My pussy was tingling at her touch. In the background, I could hear my voice repeating "Claire, you are my mistress. I am . . ." I turned to see the TV screen repeating a video clip of me cum'ing while looking directly into the camara. I look at Claire, "no please, no. Claire please don't share that with anyone.
"My dear, be assured I have no plans to share your video's or our relationship with anyone. I just want you to know that if you break my rules, I will break you"
I started sobbing. Once I calmed down, Claire told me to get dressed, go home, and prepare for my discussion with John. Claire told me to return to her house in the morning at 10 sharp.
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