I step out of the shower. I see my reflection in the mirror. My skin is rosy pink from the heat of the water. I watch mesmerized as drops of liquid take shape and slide down my skin in a sensual caress. I imagine each drop a sensual kiss. Along the curve of my neck. Dipping lower caressing the fullness of my breast. My nipples are warm peaks jutting in supplication. I long to touch them. To take each sensual nub and roll it, squeeze it between finger and thumb. I trail my gaze lower drinking the sight of drops clinging to the underside of my breasts. Lower across the plains of my stomach. Tension tightens the muscles in my stomach, lower in the muscles centered in my core. Purposely I pass my mound with only a glance focusing instead on the sparkling drops embracing the contour of my legs down my thighs along my calves. A pool forms around my feet. Slowly, savoring the overwhelming need I lift my gaze to the source of my pleasure, my agony. Without touching myself I know I'm wet. No more than wet I'm soaked. I know slick creamy moisture fills my core. I know it's flowed from my depths leaked past the opening and now coats my inner and outer lips in glistening invitation. Longing engulfs me. I celebrated my twenty third birthday a week ago. I'm alone. I could be married. I could have children and the perfect dream. I've tried to embrace that but found it lacking. I believed I'd found the perfect man to join my life with. I knew I was wrong almost from the beginning. I embraced his authority over me loved his dominance during sex. Only something was missing. I couldn't give him all he asked for. I tried to enjoy the taste of cum tried to find pleasure in him filling my mouth. I couldn't. I knew the nights he went to meetings that it was not for business but to fulfill the pleasures that I was unable to give. Alone and destitute I lay in our bed, surfing through the channels something caught my eye. I watched, confusion turned to a mixture of disgust and indignation, almost instantly to be replaced by curiosity and interest. Before my eyes a young woman knelt on her hands and knees. Another woman stood behind her. Cries of pain, cries of pleasure filled my room. I watched each punishing stroke turn the woman's behind fiery red. Her breasts hung below her, tight and firm but still they showed the impact of each blow. Only at the end did I think of counting. Only at the end when the second woman moved to a chair. Sitting on the edge she instructed the woman she'd just spanked to crewel to her, to thank her for her punishment and then to beg to show her gratitude. Eagerly the woman crawled, thanked then begged. I gasped as the woman sitting parted her thighs, spreading legs wide, permission granted. Milky juices glistened filling her opening. The woman on her knees lowered her mouth, stopped just before her lips made contact. Her pink tongue emerged then scooped through the pooled cream. A smile of contentment, a savoring of delight. Then her mouth closed over her pussy and drank. My hand slid over my panties rubbing my mound. I was lost in the wonder of seeing a woman's pussy of seeing it licked and sucked. Seeing the beauty of another woman's mouth doing the licking the sucking rocked my foundation. I was so engrossed in the sight before me I hadn't realized I'd slipped my hand inside my panties. Hadn't realized I was dripping wet, that my clit was swollen, aching , throbbing in need. I cried out, screamed my orgasm. I kept my gaze focused savoring, embracing. My mouth watered as cum filled the woman's mouth, my pussy clenched and exploded as the second woman gushed cum into mouth. I turned off the TV and lay panting for breath. My pussy throbbed, the aftermath pulsing through me. I was asleep before my husband came home from his meeting. That night, the pivotal moment led me to this very moment in time. Two years later, divorced, alone, but free of the lies. I never admitted to anyone why I wanted a divorce. How could I tell people that I'd watched two women on TV doing the things I'd watched them do. How could I explain how aroused it'd made me how fully I'd cum. Worse yet, how could I reveal that I craved to be one of them, that I desperately wanted to be on my knees my behind blazing red my mouth filled with the taste of a woman. I've never found the courage to approach someone, never been approached. I ease the intensity of my need by reading. I've found a remote book store. Every fantasy can be found there. I've discovered a need for submission, a desperation to be dominated by another female or females. I'm unable to resist the desire that engulfs me. Unable to refuse the ache between my legs. I read and imagine. My eyes meet those in the mirror. Reminiscing has heightened my sensuality. I ache to slide my fingers over my mound, to slip them between my lips, to soak the with cream then stroke my clit. I deny my craving. I'm headed for the bookstore. Just knowing I'm going there has my pussy swollen and achy. Once there I prolong my torture by slowly reading the description typed on the back of each book. Magazines with women displayed on the covers. Sensual lips, silky hair, dark peaked breasts teasing curls. I desperately yearn to close my mouth over a nipple and suckle. I tremor with need. The familiar scent of sex mingled with the smell of the books embraces me as I step inside. I lay the books I've brought in trade on the counter. I know I lucked out in finding a store that gave me credit for the books I brought in and applied it towards the books I purchased. I hardly notice the woman behind the counter. I head for the section reserved for the topics of my choice. Occasionally I'll pick up a book about a woman and man dominating another woman but almost exclusively I read only of women. I can't help smiling how once I would have shrieked at the thought of the things I've read. Now I eagerly embrace them and desperately desire to engage in them. Time has no meaning. I'm vaguely aware of the other people who wander in and out of the store. I've come late in the evening on a weeknight, anticipating the lack of customers. My intent? Not to be distracted. The clerk approaches me. I'm startled by her presence. "It's only a few minutes before we close," she informs me. I blush. I hadn't realized how late it's become. In my hands I hold open a book filled with pictures and text. Displayed are women some in bondage, others in various positions of punishment and submission. Both our eyes fall to the book open in my hands. A frozen moment in time. I break the spell by closing the book and returning it to the shelf. I turn towards the counter stopping only to scoop the books I've chosen off a shelf. I turn in time to see the clerk turning the key in lock on the door. Turning to me she says, "this way no one else can come in. We can go out the back door." "I've seen you come here before." I nodded in acknowledgement. "You are either a fast reader or you love to read. I'm betting on both," she stated. "Both," I answered, surprised that I'd done so. "From the titles of the books you have here and the one you were looking at I can't help wondering. You don't seem the domineering type." I thought she must be fishing for answers but I didn't know to respond. She finished processing my purchase and invited me to follow her through to the back of the store. In the back storeroom plies of books were stacked on shelves lining the walls from ceiling to floor. "By the way, my name is Debby." She offered her hand in introduction. "Rachael," I answered and returned the greeting. Debby led me to table and chairs, offering me a seat while she finished up a few tasks. Several magazines were laying on the table. I casually glanced at them while Debby went through some book and moved things abound. "Here," she said laying another magazine on the table. "You might find this a bit more interesting." I was soaking wet before but when I began turning the pages I was ready to cum. Glossy pictures of submission and punishment lay before my eyes. I'd read about and imagined some of them. Having read about them in a book but here they were in erotic color. I fidgeted the pressure against my clit inciting torture bringing relief. Debby spoke at my side. "pretty erotic isn't it?" I nodded my head. "Mmmm," Debby said. "I like that one as well. Would you want to be on top or on the bottom?" I knew on the bottom was exactly where I yearned to be but could I admit it to this stranger? "I personally like being on top," Debby added. My eyes are glued to the scene before me. Held vulnerable, ropes binding her wrists and ankles, stretched in a horizontal position several feet off the floor. Several woman are standing to the side as if waiting for their turn with the slave. One woman. Straddling the bound woman. Her thighs spread wide. Her fingers gripping her lips, spreading her pussy exposing it. The captives eyes are focused on the glistening stream of liquid. The photo holds it captive frozen just seconds before it spills into her mouth. I lick my lips fascinated yet frightened. I'd read about, been fascinated with, I've even wanted to be in the very position as the girl held captive. "On the bottom." I couldn't believe I'd spoken aloud. "Come with me." Debby took my hand and led me through another doorway. I stepped into a room that was larger than the store room but less cluttered. I couldn't hide the fact that I was shaking. This room looked to be more of a lounge. A couch, chairs a coffee table furnished the room. Debby led me to the couch. She sat then pulled me down. I knelt between her knees. She cupped the sides of my face then kissed me. Gentle at first. Her lips and tongue brushing against my lips. I parted my lips opened my mouth welcomed her in. Her tongue plunged inside bringing her warmth and taste to me. I spread for her, opened for her. Welcomed her. I blossomed as she thrust into me. Deep erotic strokes across my tongue, along the roof of my mouth, swirling and stroking. Everywhere she touched become a source of need. I press into her. My breasts rising and swelling in supplication. She pulled her mouth from mine. She cups my chin forcing me to look her in the eyes. "Take off your clothes for me, do it now." Though genital a command just the same. I know no thoughts of refusal. Though my fingers fumble my hands tremble my body shakes as I slide each button free. My shirt parts I slide it from my shoulders it falls to the floor. The unclasping of my bra my breasts released. Sensitive nipples firm before now harden into tight hard peaks. I pause frozen as Debby trails one finger up the underside swerving at the last minute around my nipple then stroking around the curve at the top of my breast. "Your nipples are so hard, so beautiful. They look as if they're begging to be sucked." Debby praised. The ache in each pink tip eagerly agreed. The tip of her finger grazed my left nipple, circled stroked it. She scraped her fingernail across it. My breasts engorged, rose higher, nipples tightened enlarged. A whispered cry, a beg of need "please" I gasped. Debby's hand stilled. I waited tense afraid she'd changed her mind. Both hands cupped my breasts, lifted them, squeezed. I feel as if I'm on fire. Rivers of need course through me centering and focusing in my most intimate places. Debby's thumbs stroked my nipples. A supplicating moan fills the room, my moan torn from deep inside me. "Stand up and remove your jeans, only your jeans." Debby instructed. I stood as instructed. My fingers trembling almost to the point where I am unable to slide the button free. The sound of the zipper an enticement, a promise. The jeans slip easily over my hips, down my thighs. I step free and push them to the side. I stand, frightened, unsure, scared too. But the consuming ache inside me holds me in place. "Rachael, spread your legs and show me your panties," Debby requested. I did as instructed. A cold tingling brushed across my pussy. "Your panties are soaking wet," Debby commented. "Dark blue panties are so sexy and the even darker spot where you've soaked them makes them even sexier. Reach down and feel them." I obeyed her request and glazed across the soaked crotch of my panties. The contact felt good the sensation erotic. Unable to stop I rubbed my fingers up and down my panty encased pussy. Debby reached for the waistband and slid them off my hips. I dutifully stepped from them. I ache, I burn. I'm desperate. The swollen ache of my clit, my inner walls clenching. My breast tender and achy and my nipples throbbing hard. My body is crying desperately my mind consumed with need. I need the things I've read about, have to feel and do the things I saw in the book I read earlier in the store. I ache for the actions portrayed in the picture Debby showed me. "Kneel." Debby instructed. I knelt gasping for breath, at her feet. She slid her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her bra as well. Her hands lowered to the waistband of her jeans. My eyes drank in the beauty of her breasts. Her nipples are large. I imagine a ripe raspberry and find it lacking as a description. Dark circles surround each nipple. Seeing them engulfs me in craving. I'm desperate to cover them with my mouth. To lick each nipple, tease it with my tongue coax it until it's as swollen and hard as it can get. Then I can't resist the need to suck it deep into my mouth. I swallow suck my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I'm so hungry for her. Debby bends and lowers her jeans to her ankles then steps free. In the center laying like a pool s of silver. Silken panties the color moon light. Debby returns to the couch only now I'm kneeling before her and neither of us have clothing to hide behind. Debby leans forward and engages me in a kiss. Erotic glimpses of her body fill my mind while her tongue enslaves my soul. She releases me from the kiss and guides my mouth to her breast. Her nipples more exotic than I imagined. It presses against my tongue, swells at the brush of my lips. I kiss the saucer circling it, suck small little mouthfuls into my mouth. Her scent engulfs me her taste drives me insane. Debby cups the back of my head pressing her nipple to my mouth. I open for her. She presses into me guiding her nipple inside. Tentatively I suck her. I explore the sensation of having her fill my mouth, of her hard and warm across my tongue. I rock my hips, my clit throbs I match the tempo with my mouth. I suck her hard, hold her hostage. As if milking her beautiful breast I draw again and again on her nipple. Debby pulls my mouth from her breast and lowers her lips to mine. Her tongue plunges between my parted lips. Forcefully, sensually she plunges her tongue into the recess then withdraws. Her hands hold me hostage while her tongue introduces me to the joy of submission. I open for her, like a flower opens to the sun, wide and inviting. Her fingers bunch painfully in my hair. My clit pulses. I open my mouth wider, beg her to invade me deeper. Debbie wrenches my hair, pulls my mouth away from hers. She holds me prisoner. I watch captivated as she leans back into the couch. My mouth inches from her mound. She scoots her behind forward resting in of the edge of the couch. Still Debby holds me captive. The musky scent of her pussy fills my nose. My mouth waters for a taste. "Do you like what you see," she asks me. Hoarsely I gasp my confession. "It's so beautiful. Please, lets me touch you, lets me taste you." Debbie smiles in response. Slowly she lowers my mouth to her mound. Her pussy is shaved smooth except for a patch of golden curls framing the top just above where her clit lay throbbing. I'm nervous. Only through books have I imagined the pleasure of this. Only in my fantasies have I imagined the taste of a pussy filling my mouth. Debby lowers me inch by inch. My lips brush her lips. I dart my tongue out and stroke her. Her lips are swollen a sign I understand one I recognize from the many times I demanded orgasm from my aching pussy. Debby lowers my mouth, I draw her lip into my mouth and hold it while I lick and suck her. I'm dizzy, high on the splendor of her smell of her taste of being naked on my knees worshiping her sexually. The feel of her fingers buried through my hair, the pain she gives me. The reality of submission flows through me in a wave of acknowledgment, a engulfing embrace. Debby presses my mouth to her pussy forcing my lips to the creamy juices spilling from her pussy. Her hands remain entwined in my hair. She guides my mouth, my questing tongue. I plunge it into the pool of cream. She delicious. Thick cream coats my tongue her sensual flavor invades my mouth. I groan with pleasure. I swallow her nectar. My hands rise, find her lips then spread her pussy open. I fully submit to the pleasure she gives me, to the luxury of drinking her juices. She tilts her hips further, pulls my mouth lower. At first I resist, but her grip in my hair demands I surrender. Debby presses my mouth to her bottom. I can do nothing but obey her demand. "Lick me little slave. Show me how you beg to please me. Taste my body," Debby instructed. Submission engulfed me, I embraced it, savored it. The tip of my tongue grazes across her opening. Crinkled and tight, warm and musky she greeted me. The mentality of slave hood engulfed me. I laved her with my tongue, caressing and licking. I ach to serve her to bring her pleasure. I pressed my tongue past the outer ring touched her inside. I danced the tip of my tongue inside her teasing her. In and out I slid my tongue each time pressing harder searching deeper. Her behind soaking wet from my mouth. I joined my fingers in exploration. My finger tips teased over her moist entrance, taunting with intent denying with excitement. I trembled with anticipation. I pressed one finger to the entrance, press the tip inside. Debby gasped, shivered. I licked her, circled my finger. Gently I slid it passed the opening through the ring of muscles. She surrounded me, squeezed me, milked me. I held my finger still while I stroked her with my tongue. Debby rocked her hips displaying pleasure. Demanding service. Feeling bold with power I began sliding my finger in and out of her in the age old ritual of sex. I continue to lick her to stroke her with my tongue. Her sensuous cries encourage me. She's wet, lubricated, I plunge in deep then withdraw easily. Another finger, inserted with the first. I spread her wider, encourage pleasure. Debby wrenches my mouth away from her behind, Jerks my face to her pussy, up to her clit. My fingers stay buried inside her tight behind. I cover her clit with my mouth embrace her with warmth. She's hard and throbbing, I can feel it against my tongue pulsing. My tongue is soft, flat, I massage her clit. It's hard to keep the rhythm with my fingers is her behind I'm so distracted so engulfed by her clit. I slide another finger into her. I can barely move them she's so tight around me. I focus on her clit. Gently I coax it, massage it with my tongue. Debby's hips are pumping, grinding her pussy against my face. I bask in the role of slave, embrace it, throb with it. Debby pumps harder, faster fucking my face with her pussy. She smashes my face hard to her pussy. Her cries of pleasure rip through the air, wrench through my body explode in my pussy. I gush, hot pulses of cum flow from deep inside me it coats my tingling lips. Debby pulls my mouth lower to the opening. My fingers still in her behind, I hold them there, deep inside. Sporadically, gently flexing then teasing her sensitive flesh. My mouth fills with her cum. Her walls embrace me as I lick in search for more. Such sweet sensual cream. Debby pulls my mouth from her pussy, pushes me backwards. I fall on my behind. "You know how service a pussy really well for someone who says they've never tasted one before. Are you lying to me?" She demands. "Honest!", I cry. I've never done this before. I've only read such thing in books!" The look on Debby's face told me she didn't believe me. "Please Debby! I honestly have never done anything like this. I've only read about and dreamed of this." Debby knelt in front of me and pulled my mouth to hers. The taste of her pussy shared between us in a kiss. Drawing away Debby stood then instructed me to do the same. Shakily I rose then stood before her. She led me to the table and instructed me to bend over it. I only hesitated for a second before complying. The cold surface makes me shiver. My breasts hardened nipples constricting. Debby instructed me to grasp the other side of the table and not to let go. I cried out, jumped, released the table. Debby held a paddle in one hand the other she pressed me to the table with. "Lay back down slave! Stretch across the table and spread your legs. Every time you let go I'll increase you spanking by five more!" I complied to Debby's command. My behind already burned I had no desire to endure more. The first three strokes landed on my bottom the last two between my parted thighs emblazing my mound. Ten strokes left me aching and throbbing. I jumped at the cool caress of Debby's lips on my burning behind. Her tongue stroked me caressed me. Plunged between my cheeks, soothed me. Debbie sent me home, my bottom stinging, my pussy tingling. Before I left she gave me the book I'd been reading. The one filled with pictures and stories of submission, stories of intense slavery. She gave me the address where she lived and phone number. Her instructions; go home and read the book, look at the pictures. Focus on the ache in my pussy, let it consume me let it beg. But no touching. No rubbing my clit. No plunging my fingers into my wet pool. In two days (Thursday) I was to come to her home. She didn't elaborate on what would happen there but I imagined a repeat of tonight's pleasure. Over the next two days my pussy remained engorged and aching. I pumped my hips against air, desperate. I read the book as instructed. Each story of submission. Every account of dominance sent me into a painful haze. I knew I wanted the submissive role. Adored the thought of slavery. I ached to experience the depths of being controlled by another woman. On my way home my stinging behind pulsed in pain and with it my pussy throbbed with hunger. I couldn't wait for two days to pass, couldn't wait for the taste of Debby's pussy couldn't wait for her to paddle my bottom. The chime of Debby's doorbell sings out. I fight the instinct to turn and drive away in my car. The pounding of my clit holds me in place. Debby opens the door. Tight jeans hug her hips, her nipples pebbles against her shirt. Her smile washes through me, all hesitation evaporates. Debby leads me inside. In the front room are several other women some sitting on the couches some sitting on the floor. "Ladies this is Rachael," Debby announces. All hope of a repeat the night in the store are dashed. "Rachael is embracing her desires of submission. She's begging to be used as a slut embracing the needs as a slave." My cheeks flamed red. I was so embarrassed. I can barely understand the betrayal. Debby produced a copy of the book she'd sent home with me. She opened it to the very page I'd been reading the night at the store. She passed it around the room exposing my secret desires. One of the women smiled when she looked at the pages. "I think we can teach your little slave." She said. My pussy twitched as my heat raced. Debby turned to me. "Strip." I wanted to refuse. My mind screamed for escape. My fingers found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I dropped it beside me. I hadn't wore a bra in anticipation of Debbie's approval. All the women voiced their approval, praising Debby for having already taught me how to be a slut to please her. I slid my jeans off my hips. My pink silk panties gliding with them as I stepped out of the jeans. "First my little pussy you get to lick all the other slaves pussy, then your training will begin." At their owners command the four women sitting on the floor rose and shed their clothes. Each slave was directed to sit on the couch in front of their mistress. I crawled to the first. She had beautiful red hair and a exotic face, Her breasts were full and round. Her mistress cupped each breast her fingers twisting and pulling her nipples. I knelt before her, smiled in greeting. She smiled in return. Her eyes glazed with pleasure when her mistress pinched down hoard on her nipples. I lowered my mouth to her mound, inhaled her scent. Her pussy smelled of heated flowers, erotic sex. My mouth watered I was suddenly parched and hungered for the elixir of her pussy. I closed my lips over her clit then swiped my tongue back and forth over it's swollen surface. She was eager, ready to fill my mouth with cum. Her mistress held her arms when she attempted to press my mouth firmer to her pussy. Lowering my mouth I dove my tongue into the pool of cream filling her pussy. I swallowed savoring her milky juices. I sucked her, licked her, drank from her. She chanted, begging me over and over again to suck her pussy. "Lick me please. Shove your tongue deep inside me. Oh yes! Fuck me with your tongue!" Her cries fueled me, made me hungry to please her. I eagerly sucked her pussy. She screamed in need, erotic demand. "Suck my clit! Now! Please lick my clit, make me cum!" Her clit pulsed in my mouth. Gently attempting to tease her, wanting to draw out her pleasure, her desperation, I laved my tongue over her clit. Her screams told me she was exploding. I sucked her now licked her with intent. Her pussy convulsed, shattered, I stroked each burst of orgasm from her. Finally when her clit was too sensitive I lowered my mouth and drank her cum. I worshiped the other three woman's pussies. Milking their clits stroking their walls and drinking the cream. I was fulfilled, sated, invigorated when each of them came. The smell and taste of their pussy's centered to the core of me branded me as a slave. Once all four slaves had filled my mouth with cum I was led to another room. This one bigger than the first but furnished different. Debby led me to a stool. I was told to kneel across it. I couldn't help notice that the height was perfect, that my knees just touched the floor while my stomach supported me. One of the women tied my wrists, then pulled them in front of me and secured them to rings secured in the wall. My breast felt heavy, exposed their fullness hanging unsupported below me. My legs were spread, exposing me, leaving me vulnerable. Then secured as well. A repeat of the spanking I'd had two nights before. My behind blazing in pain. I closed my eyes, embracing, hiding. Each stroke a reminder of my submissive desire. The pain confirmation of my need. My pussy was spanked next. No mercy given for my swollen clit. I felt the tingle of moisture mixing with cool air. Wondered if the woman spanking me knew how wet my pussy was. Abruptly the spanking stopped. I waited gasping for breath. The pain was immense, it burned, stimulating, sexual. Warm moister spreads over, around then across the opening of my behind. I tense in fear, anticipation of what's coming next. I tighten, squeeze my muscles together, a hard object is pressed against my opening. Debby kneels in front of me, pulls my head up by my hair. "As a slut your pussy belongs to who ever wants to use it. You submit to them and embrace giving them pleasure." She held my hair gripped in her hand. Behind me the object plunged inside me. I screamed in pain. Tears soaked my cheeks. I begged Debby to stop, not to do this. Involuntarily my muscles relaxed. The dildo began sliding in and out of my behind. Slowly at first as if savoring every stroke. Deeper and harder until gasping moans of pleasure rang through the air. Each woman including Debby initiated my behind. At first it was only pain but by the second woman it was pleasure. Like a slut I tilted my hips, raised my bottom asking for more. The last orgasm, the last panting cry. The dildo slides from my tormented opening a relief, a feeling of desertion. I'd welcomed the invasion and craved more. One of the mistresses cupped my pussy with her hand. I bucked into the pressure my aching clit embracing her touch. She turned to Debby. "your little slut is wet. She's begging her with her cream for us to use her some more." I could hear the smile in Debby's voice as she acknowledge in approval. "But her pussy won't fill with cum until she's drank from each of us." I shivered with anticipation. Memories of the other slave's pussies cuming in my mouth. I couldn't help the hunger, the thirst for their juices. My legs were released then my arms. I was stretched out on the floor on my back, my hands and ankles secured again. A different mistress kneels above me. Instinctively I know what to do. Her pussy lowers to my mouth. Hot thick cream spills into my mouth. Her cum tastes sweet, rich, I love it. She rubs her pussy across my mouth grinds it against my lips. I embrace her, lick her savor her. My pussy throbs. The pleasure of submission the thrill of being used. My hips pump in time to her pussy over my mouth. She brings me her clit to suck. I pour all the need all the craving of a slave into her clit. I worship her clit with my tongue. She cums, spasms wrack her. She pumps her clit into my mouth. Her pussy tilts my reward comes. Hot, thick, molten cum fills my mouth repeatedly I swallow. Her pussy lifts from my mouth and another takes it's place. This mistress faces backwards. Her pussy glides over my mouth. Her cream coats my lips and tongue. I'm startled when she tilts her hips and brings her bottom to my mouth. My tongue coats her with our juices preparing the way. I press my tongue inside her. She's so tight, I can barely stroke her. I continue shoving my tongue into her, plunging and stroking. I want her in my mouth. I want to submit to her pleasure and please her any way she asks. She tilts her pussy. Slams her clit inside my mouth. I'm excited. I know she's ready to cum. I embrace the anticipation, the welcome flow of cum into my mouth. She coums hard, gasps her pleasure, grinds her clit on my mouth. She fills with cum tips her pussy gushes into my mouth. I'm surprised at how much cum spills into my mouth but it's pure pleasure to drink her gift. Debby's pussy, then the forth woman. My mouth is tired it aches from use, but I'm thrilled by the taste of their cum filling my mouth. The scent of pussy filling my nose, engulfing me, I'm in heaven. One of the mistresses kneels by my side. Debby straddles my face, lowers her pussy to my mouth. "Show your mistress your gratitude for allowing you to drink form so many pussies this night. Drink her." I wasn't sure what she meant. I imagined licking her pussy again and swallowing her cum. Debby ground her pussy against my lips. I opened my mouth and stroked her with my tongue. A warm stream of juices sprayed into my mouth. I moved to turn away but the mistress holds me in place. My mouth centered under Debby's pussy, my lips parted slowly another stream flows into my mouth. I drank her offering. I did this for my mistress, my pleasure? It was the most erotic depth of submission I could give. I ended up serving as slave through the whole weekend. My body a vessel of pleasure for any and all of the women to use. I eagerly knelt for the mistresses. Punishment, pain, or pleasure I begged for. By the end of the weekend I glowed with fulfillment. I embraced a new meaning, a new aspect on life. Debby is fully my mistress. She enjoys sharing me with others and expects nothing less than full submission from me. I hope you liked this story. I had fun writing and including some of the most intimate desires I posses. Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein