Generations

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Generations Ð Chapter 05 By Tappy McWidestance For Susan

For the past year, my early forty-something body has been in its sexual prime, but I have not had a steady partner. A seemingly endless parade of one-night stands, and some weekend stands, have just frustrated me. At my age, finding a slightly older woman to dominate me has been difficult. I've been working on switching, something that has always eluded me, so at least I could scratch my kinky itch with a younger woman. But there was only so much satisfaction I could garner from that. I spent a lot of time practicing self-bondage and orgasm denial. That was better. Kate was basically inactive in the scene by this point, having cracked the sixty-plus mark. We were still friends and saw each other occasionally, but our time as sexual partners had drawn to a close. Still I could fantasize about the wonderful times we had together. I was also fantasizing about Kelsey. Although she was twenty-five years my junior, I'd taken a fancy to her. She was so petite and looked so submissive that she featured prominently in my dreams. Homecoming couldn't come fast enough, provided she put herself in the auction. If she didn't, I was just going to hit on her until she agreed to come back to my place.

My lust for her kept growing through the seasons, until the fall semester finally arrived. I had found a log cabin just outside of town on Airbnb. It was a bit pricy, but I was worth it, and I wanted some privacy for what I intended to do to Kelsey. It also had two exposed log beams in the two-story family room that would make securing her in a standing position much easier. In anticipation of a wild weekend, I bought some new toys and brought lots of new rope, spreader bars for wrists and ankles, a couple different collars and the usual assortment of vibes, dildos, clamps, flogger, crop, gags, blindfolds, etc. I also brought an entire suitcase full of clothes ranging from professional to slutty. I figured this might be my last homecoming and I was going to go out with a bang.

When I arrived at the KAT house on Friday, the party was already in full swing. I had decided to wear one of my dress suits, stockings and heels I would normally wear to the office. I knew I looked intimidating to those prone to being overwhelmed. There were only three girls who had entered the personal services auction. That was a bit disappointing as it would drive prices up. To my joy, Kelsey was one of them. Now I just had to worry about getting her within my budget. Kelsey was making the rounds talking up her price. While the other two girls we the typical KAT house attractive, Kelsey was clearly the pick of the litter. When our eyes met from across the room, she smiled. She obviously remembered me. She had dressed to maximize her value. She had on a Catholic schoolgirl's outfit. She looked absolutely edible, with white knee-high socks, a short, short, short plaid skirt, a white blouse (buttoned to the top) and a red tie. The short skirt was tight and form fitting around her ass. I saw no panty lines. Since she was so tiny, her breasts were not large, but her nipples were clearly visible, so it was obvious she was without a bra. I wondered if she was without panties. Before the auction began, I fully intended to find out.

There was about an hour that the silent bidding would be open. I was assessing both my competition for the acquisition of Kelsey and the other two girls available should Kelsey's cost be overbudget. As bidding opened, Kelsey, who had completed her circuit of the room ended up near me in the dining room. She was talking to a couple I estimated to be in their thirties. They were very interested in her. I was sure they were going to make a bid when the left the room. Kelsey then turned and faced off with me.

"I remember you from last year," she said. "Susan, right?"

"That's right Kelsey," I replied. I was sure I had her name right. There was no need for me to phrase it as a question.

Kelsey was playing the part of a nervous schoolgirl perfectly. She fidgeted and bit her fingernails. She confessed that she had been thinking of me and this moment since last homecoming. With someone else, that could have been bullshit, to affect my bid, but I didn't think so. I chose to believe she really had been dreaming of me since last year. Then she "inadvertently" knocked a fork of the table. She turned and faced away from me and bent at the waist to pick it up. As she did, her skirt rose up and exposed her bare, and apparently freshly shaved for the occasion, pussy. "Oops," she said. "I'm so clumsy," as if I would believe it was an accident. I felt that was a direct challenge to my authority. I lifted her skirt to expose her entire butt and gave her right cheek a firm squeeze. "Clumsy girls get spanked," I said. Kelsey moved her hand to grab her skirt from my hand while she stood up. "That would be terrible," she said, although she was smiling, and she did wink at me. "Is there anything else that happens to clumsy girls?" she asked.

"More than you could realize," I replied, preferring not to give all my secret activities away.

"I looked you up in the chapter archives," Kelsey confessed. "You won top donation for three years running. There were also some journal entries saying how you did it."

I wondered if Kera had put in a description of our relationship. KAT maintained an archive of the significant events in the life of the sorority. Sometimes sisters would add personal notes of things that affected them. I was surprised to hear that my exploits as a submissive might have been documented for history. "Does that bother you?" I asked the innocent waif.

"No," Kelsey replied. "It sounds fun. I've wondered what it would be like to be tied up and unable to defend yourself."

"Perhaps that will happen for you," I said trying to mask my excitement. The thought of Miss Pure bound to my bed and forced to eat my pussy or being fucked until she squealed was getting me wet between my legs. I needed to get away from her for a few minutes before I bent her over the kitchen table and spanked her right there. I excused myself to go place a bid for her services. There were two other bids already made for her. $5,000 was the next logical bid, so that was my first entry. Granted $5,000 wasn't worth what it was when Kate first bought me for that figure, but it was still a lot given that certainly wouldn't be the ending value. In my mind, I figured $10,000 was probably where the bidding would end. I was willing to go a bit higher, but not much.

I watched as Kelsey continued to work the room trying to get her bid higher. I talked to the other two girls on the auction block. Both were beautiful and both promised a good time, but neither matched my infatuation with Kelsey. I contemplated raising my bid to $10,000 preemptively to try and drive out the other bidders, but I decided to wait a little bit and hope my $5,000 bid had already done that. Looking at the bid sheets for the other two girls, both of them were approaching the $5,000 magic number. That was bad news because Kelsey was clearly going to garner the to bid. At least that was my assumption. I did notice that one of the bidders for Kelsey was the high bidder for a different girl as well. That was good news as hopefully they had already dropped out of the race for Kelsey.

I went back and forth with another couple, each of us upping our bids by $1,000, until they had the current offer at $10,000. I decided to wait until the last minute to place my final bid and try to steal her away from them. Kelsey noticed I had not bid for a while. She walked up to me with a smile that made me weak. She then turned and backed her butt up against me. She then reached back and grabbed my hands, put them on her hips and held them tightly. Then she wiggled her butt. "Don't give up on me now Susan," she cooed. "Have you ever wanted to do a mommy/daughter role play?"

She didn't know it, but that was how I felt when I was used by Kate the first time. My life was coming around full circle. Mommies definitely teach their daughters and that was my intention for the weekend. I wanted to teach Kelsey everything I knew. Her ass felt so good as she slowly grinded against me. She was topping from the bottom as she played the part of a submissive, but at the same time was in charge of the situation. When she lifted my hands to her breasts and leaned her body back against mine, I was hooked. When she said, "Just one more bid mommy and you can have me," I knew I'd spend my entire nest egg to possess her.

"Go upstairs and pack," I whispered in her ear. "We'll be leaving right after the auction. You don't need to bring much. Just an outfit or two in case we go out, your toiletries and any of your favorite toys, although I brought plenty."

"What about lingerie?" she asked.

"Always bring lingerie," I repeated back to her. I was thinking about how sexy she would look in the proper lingerie like I wore for Kate. I was overcome with the urge to follow her to her room and have her right then. But bidding was ending, and I had to make sure I didn't miss out.

The other couple was not ready to concede, but I had one more trick up my sleeve. It was kind of crazy, but after my $10,500 bid was topped by them almost immediately, I jumped the bid to $15,000. That shut everyone else down. Kelsey was mine. A loud cheer went out among the sisters as the final bids were announced. The chapter President announced which projects would now be funded along with a mystery project that she didn't name, but that all the sisters seemed excited about. I wrote them a check as Kelsey appeared with an overnight bag and a small purse. I looked at her with lust in my heart. Part of me wanted to see what sexy clothes she brought and part of me figured I might just keep her naked all weekend.

Would you be surprised that I instructed Kelsey to raise her tiny skirt and sit bare-assed on the leather seat in my car? If you are, you have not been paying attention to the story and all the times I was ordered to do that by my Domme. I didn't have to tell her to start playing with herself. She instinctively knew to do that. She also unbuttoned her blouse. I guess school was out.

The cabin was about thirty minutes out of town. It was out in the country and back in the woods at the end of an old farming road. The listing had said private, but when I first arrived earlier today, I was pleasantly surprised just how secluded it was. Nobody would know we were back here or what we were doing. There was a small backyard with a firepit, a hot tub and then a thick grove of trees. The cabin itself had a big open loft overlooking the living room where the exposed beams were the primary architectural feature. There was also a stone gas fireplace in the living room, a couch, two chairs and a TV with streaming services. The loft had a queen bed and a futon. On the main level was the master bedroom with a king-sized log bed. It was perfect for binding and using a submissive. There was also a nice bathroom and large farm style kitchen with a booth style table. I had already stocked the fridge with food for the weekend. I didn't want to waste time shopping. I wanted to maximize my time with Kelsey. As I searched the cabin and the yard, I noticed a door in the ground in the back of the cabin. Opening it up, I found stairs down to a cellar. I wasn't sure if it was a food storage cellar from the days before refrigeration or whether it was a storm cellar. It was kind of eerie going down there, but I was glad I did. Whatever its original purpose, now it was empty except for a couple of stools. The walls were a mix of concrete and brick and there were metal posts supporting the beams of the house. This was definitely a bonus room for a Domme/sub weekend as it looked a bit like a dungeon. I immediately began making plans for which toys were appropriate (the impact ones) and how to secure Kelsey for hours at a time.

Kelsey was on edge and moaning by the time we left town and struggled for fifteen minutes not to cum before we arrived at the cabin. She brought up the rule about not cumming without permission and asked if that really was a thing. I got the impression that she had read about BDSM but didn't have much practical experience. I reached over and rubbed her a bit, getting my fingers slick in the process. Then I licked her juices off my fingers. She was watching me intently. I was fighting back my urge to get her off in the car. I probably would have, but I wanted to watch her cum and I was afraid I'd drive off the road. Once we got to the cabin, I didn't have that worry and pushed her over the trunk of my car, unzipped her skirt and began finger fucking her with my left hand. Her moans were music to my ears. She pleaded with me to make her cum. I asked her if she was going to be a good girl. Her pussy responded by clamping down on my fingers. I gave her four quick spanks with my right hand and then began rubbing her clit with it. She exploded almost immediately. Mom's first lesson was complete.

Once we were in the cabin, I had Kelsey carry my toy suitcase upstairs and then unpack and organize the toys. I could have done that this afternoon, but if she was anything like me, she would have loved preparing all the different toys and wondering what some of them were for and I wanted to give her that experience. After she was done with that, I had her unpack the clothes bag. Those went into the master bedroom closet. She also unpacked the outfits she brought. Being so petite, she was probably tough to fit so I'm glad she brought her own clothes. She wasn't wearing much since I had removed her skirt outside, so I had her take off her blouse and hang it up. We then returned to the living room and I turned on the fireplace.

We started by just cuddling on the couch in front of the fire. It was a sappy, romantic scene. But even though I had already made her cum outside, I wanted to go slow and not just jump into the kinky stuff. She curled up in my lap and we began making out. She was a very passionate kisser and didn't seem rushed to move on quickly. Foreplay was not lost on her. I could smell our scents mixing together as our kisses became more frenzied and as I began manipulating her nipples. She was so cute that I just wanted to devour every inch of her body. But I figured my patience now would have long term benefits later. She was putty in my arms as her body began to slump against me and her legs began to spread displaying her flower. I began rubbing her clit again and she mewed. I wondered if I should bring her off again so soon, or just edge her with the promise of another orgasm if she ate me first. While getting myself off was always a good thing, her little whimpers and soft wails were music to my ears. As a result, I kept kissing her and rubbing her clit instead of demanding my own satisfaction. I did vary the speed of my fingers, though. When I felt her building to a climax, I would back down before she got too close. Although I don't consider myself skilled at that, I seemed to be doing a good job as Kelsey made it clear through the looks on her face that she was not enjoying being teased. She wanted to cum again. After four rounds of edging by the fireplace, I finally relented and moved my fingers faster. When she begged this time, I gave her permission to cum. It felt amazing to be holding her while her body shook and spasmed. After she rode out her climax, she reached her arms up and put her hands behind my neck pulling me into a loving embrace.

"That's just the start," I told her.

"I hope so," she replied. "Say, can I give you a massage? I give good massages and I brought oil."

I certainly wasn't against having this stunning creature touch me all over. That would have happened eventually, anyway, but getting a formal massage sounded great. I was pretty sure any massage would be intimate with a happy ending too. I was definitely down for that. At Kelsey's suggestion we headed up to the loft so the oil would not stain the big bed in the master bedroom. It wasn't lost on me that was where the toys were as well. I wondered if Kelsey might try to use one of the butt plugs or dildos on me once I was oiled up. But she was very professional. I stripped out of my clothes and lay face down on the bed. It was clear she had given many massages as her fingers danced across my back. I quickly fell into a very relaxed state. The oil she pulled from her purse, conveniently on the bed next to me, was cool when she applied it, but warmed up nicely as she started rubbing it into my skin. As she moved down my body and eventually to my butt and inner thighs, I reflexively moaned. She avoided touching my pussy, at least for now, probably in payback for me edging her. If I had been a real Domme, that would have bothered me. But as a pseudo Domme who was really a sub, I liked it. In a way, when I teased her instead of demanding she service me, I was teasing myself the way I loved. The oil drained off my butt and down over my asshole. She avoided that area too, although the warmth from the oil felt great on my sensitive backside. She kept moving down my body until she reached my feet. Then she had me roll over. I knew she couldn't resist my pussy much longer. It was glistening and she hadn't oiled it yet.

She moved back up to the top of the bed and then she crawled on top of me. I'd never had a massage in that position. She started by rubbing my temples, jaws and neck. She didn't use any oil on my face. I got the pleasure of looking up at her. She then scooted down my body and told me to put my hands above my head to give her more room to work on me. I didn't make the connection that this was the position I had been dreaming about binding her in. I was distracted by her oiling my breasts. The massage of my front side was more teasing and foreplay than massage. As she sat on my pelvic bone, she began rubbing my tits and teasing my nipples. When I moaned and then chastised her for teasing me, she said, "That's what you did to me. I thought you liked it." I had to admit she was right. As she played with my nipples, she slid her oil slicked butt back and forth rubbing herself against my pussy. My vision was still lost into looking at her eyes as she showed a level of experience pleasuring a woman I didn't think she had. Soon I was on edge and she was the one stopping. She dismounted me so she could oil and rub my pussy more directly. She also slid her hand down and teased my ass with her middle finger. I lifted up my hips indicating she could finger me there if she wanted to do it.

"Does mommy want to be plugged?" she cooed.

"Oh, yes, babygirl," I replied.

"Not quite yet," she responded. She knew this game well. I was impressed. I was also doing anything I could to get a bit of extra stimulation so I could cum. She told me to turn over again and as I rolled into position, she gave me a playful spank. Things were definitely turning out well. I started to lower my hands and she spanked me again, harder (yeah) this time. "Leave them up there. They'll be in the way as I work on your neck again," she warned me. I quickly moved them back up above my head as I felt her straddling my body again. This time she was sitting on the small of my back.

She applied more oil down my back and used her hands as a squeegee to move it around coating me. She then leaned forward. She began sliding up and down my back with her chest as her hands worked on my neck and her fingers rubbed my temples. It felt amazing. I didn't even mind that she was ignoring my pussy. I don't know how long she used me as a slip and slide. I hoped she was getting stimulation from it. I was content to just lay there and let her do whatever she wanted. Was it five minutes she did this or ten? I don't know. It didn't matter. But eventually she sat up and slid down onto my thighs. Her left hand went to the back of my neck holding me down. Her right hand went between my ass cheeks. I reflexively spread my legs as best I could with her sitting on them. She took the hint, spread her legs some more to give me room and then spread some of the warming oil over my mound. I purred.

It didn't take Kelsey long to bring me off. Just a couple of minutes of her playing with my pussy was all it took. I had a good orgasm. It wasn't amazing, but we were just warming up and it was a good starter orgasm. More importantly it gave Kelsey the confidence that she could get me off. Having her holding me down while I came was a nice sensation. Her hands moved from my neck and pussy while I was cumming, while she leaned over me again and grabbed my wrists. She began to slide back and forth on my body again. I wondered if she was trying to get herself off. If she had a strap-on, she would have been in a great position to fuck me up the ass. Instead, I was just being used as a tool for her own pleasure. I was fine with that. I was still recovering and not thinking straight when I felt her sit back up. This time she pulled my arms behind my back. I thought she was going to bounce herself on my butt, riding me like a horse and using my hands as reins. Instead I felt her lean to her right where her handbag that held the oil was located. I didn't see the handcuffs before she deftly snapped them around my wrists. I quickly came to senses as she climbed off of me.

"What the hell?" I said to her. She replied by spanking my ass with a hard swat, the sound of the massage oil being hit echoing through the loft. "I told you," Kelsey said. "I read about you in the archives. How big of a plug do you want?"

That set me back. Exactly what information did she know? I remained silent.

"That's fine," she said. "I'll just pick one. I heard you can take a lot up that ass of yours."

I started to get a grasp on what was happening. "I'm out of practice. How about a small one, miss?"

Once she had snapped on the handcuffs, my mind immediately had gone into sub mode.

"I think the tail plug will look nice," she said. The tail plug was on the larger side of medium. Years ago, that wouldn't have worried me. But I knew it would hurt tonight. I felt lube being pour between my ass cheeks. The Kelsey added, "Mistress would sound better than miss."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied as the lube coated my asshole. Calling her Mistress had me drifting into subspace as I felt Kelsey press the plug against my back hole. I guess doing anal is like riding a bike. After a brief initial resistance, my back door opened right up and swallowed the plug. It was like an old friend coming to visit. It felt proper to be handcuffed and stuffed. Kelsey then slid her fingers over my pussy again. As she began to rub me, she said, "You teased me, now I am going to tease you." I groaned, but in my heart I celebrated. I had thought I'd spend the weekend trying to get Kelsey to do the things I liked. Now it looked like she had more knowledge than I gave her credit for and I might spend the weekend just following her instructions. I didn't know where she got her experience, but her fingers soon had me begging for permission to cum. Permission that was not forthcoming. Instead she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed and onto the floor. That hurt. I would have gladly knelt before her if she had asked. But the pain felt good too, so I didn't complain.

Kelsey pulled my head into position so I could lick her pussy. "I hope you're as good at this as your resume says," she scolded me. "You're going to be doing this a lot this weekend."

"I am good, Mistress," I replied as I buried my face against her lush pussy. She held me in that position for several minutes while I serviced her. I wasn't trying to tease her. I wanted her to cum quickly. But that didn't happen. Instead Kelsey backed away and went over to the toy display. She picked up a leather collar and leash. Once I was secured around the neck, she tugged on the leash and led me over to the futon. It was tough to crawl on my knees with my arms secured behind my back, but I don't think she cared. She simply sat down, spread her legs and told me to get to work. I had a big smile on my face as I leaned forward to do exactly that.

Kelsey was very happy to have me between her legs. She also relished being in charge. That surprised me. She had always struck me as passive, but apparently that had been an act. She also knew exactly how she liked to be serviced and was not shy in telling me what to do and how to do it. That made it easier for me to take care of her. My mind flashed back to when Kera took me in my room at the sorority and made me her submissive. This was very similar, although we had a time limit before I would have to give her up. I felt the same wave of contentment was over me with Kelsey that I had with Kera. I had not expected to feel this way again. It was wonderful. Kelsey had me pleasure her for about half an hour. She definitely came once, although I wasn't sure if she came twice. She might have snuck in a quiet one at the end. After she stood me up, I expected her to possibly return the favor with a vibe or spank me for doing something wrong. But instead she suggested with go soak in the hot tub. That sounded fun. I had brought a bottle of wine and I asked Kelsey if she wanted some, but she declined saying we may be going out later, so it was better if we didn't drink. I wondered where we might go, but only briefly. I needed to focus on what she was doing now. Kera guided me down the stairs and only took the handcuffs off when we reached the back door.

"I don't want these to get wet," she said with a big smile on her face. We walked out into the backyard naked and soon were in the tub. It felt liberating to be naked outside. The privacy of the cabin meant we were not going to get caught and having the hot water swirling around my body was very relaxing. Kelsey sat on my lap again and we kissed some more. She definitely liked to kiss and was very good at it. She probably was just teasing me some more, but for about five minutes she had me sit on the edge of the hot tub while she licked my pussy. I didn't orgasm, but it was still wonderful. We spent about half an hour in the hot tub. I was pretty worn out from the heat and the arousal. I could have used a nap, but Kelsey said, "There is time to sleep when you are dead," and told me to do my make-up because we were going to a club. That wasn't something I was expecting. But about forty minutes later we were back in my car heading back toward town.

Kelsey insisted that I get dressed back in my professional outfit I had worn to the auction instead of one of the trashier outfits I had brought. She wore one that was more befitting her age. See looked very sexy to me. I asked what kind of club we were going to, knowing she wasn't old enough to drink, but she wouldn't answer. As we drove through the night, we said very little until we arrived in front of a large warehouse. It was then Kelsey demanded I turn over my panties to her. I think my sharp intake of breath surprised her.

"You didn't think I'd let you wear panties, did you?" she asked. I didn't respond but instead just slipped them off and handed them to her. I had flashbacks to the club where I went to meet Ali. I had never heard of such a place in South Hadley, but maybe things had changed in the last few years. It turns out it wasn't a sex club, but a teen dance club. No booze, but lots of kids between 18 and 21. There were a few that looked a little older. They must have preferred going someplace to dance without having to worry about alcohol. I definitely felt out of place. I was at least 20 years older than the next oldest person in the joint and that was the bartender. As I surveyed the crowd, Kelsey yelled in my ear so I could hear her over the thundering bass riff pounding out of the speakers.

"Our game is you are my mom, here for homecoming, and wanted to come out and dance. You wanted to see the local spots I go to. I'll keep you close, but I want you to dance with other people too."

I just nodded at her. I did enjoy dancing, although this "music" wasn't exactly my favored jam. We took our drinks to a booth in the back where the sound wasn't quite so loud. Then we went out and hit the dance floor. I was glad Kelsey was with me. I was still out of place but having one person I knew to dance with helped calm me down. Soon we were part of the undulating mass of students. A few guys tried to move in and dance with us, but it was mostly girls that tried to get friendly. I figured they were all from Mount Holyoke. I remember going out with the girls on a Friday night when I was in school. I figured about 85% of the crowd was college age and almost all of them were girls. Kelsey stayed close, at the beginning, letting everybody know I was with her. If she was my daughter, the way she was dancing next to me and touching me would have been wildly inappropriate. But the other people around us didn't seem to mind. They were enjoying the show.

After the crowd formed, Kelsey slowly moved away, while shouting, "Have fun mom," and started dancing with another girl. That gave three or four girls now surrounding me the green light to get closer and rub against me. They seemed to be taking turns trying to impress me with their moves. They did. Each of them was different, but each one also made me wonder if they would move that way in bed. Basically, we were dry humping on the dance floor, and you know how turned on I get from dry humping. Actually, we were wet humping as I was sweating, and my pussy was getting overheated. Luckily my dress was long enough that my lack of panties wouldn't be discovered accidentally, although I assumed that discovery was part of Kelsey's eventual plan.

Kelsey did return eventually to lead me back to our booth for a break. As we sat down as sipped our drinks, she slid her hand under my dress and teased my pussy. Looking around, I didn't think anybody could see what she was doing, so I just let her continue. My arousal suitable raised, the next time we hit the dance floor, Kelsey stayed with me long enough to let our fellow dancers see her move behind me and hold me tightly around my waist as we swayed to the beat. It was almost as if she was fucking me and that is how my body reacted. She then raised her hands and cupped my breasts for a few seconds before breaking our embrace and moving away again. I just keep swaying as if she was still holding me. I knew a new partner would soon appear and I was right. I didn't even turn around as a new girl grabbed me. As she pressed against me, I could feel she had much larger breasts than Kelsey. She was holding me possessively as we moved to our own secret beat. She also copped a feel of my breasts, or should I say breast, as she only used one hand and moved her other hand down to cup my mound. It was thrilling but fleeting. After a quick feel up, she was gone, and another girl took her place. She spun me around so I could see her. I was glad she did. She was very pretty with long blonde hair and an athlete's body. She also had on a very short skirt. She put her arms around my neck, and I put mine around her waist. I pulled her close as we bumped together in a most pleasurable way.

This pattern of a girl grinding up against me, getting me hot and bothered, and then moving away to make room for another girl continued through eight or nine partners before Kelsey came back to rescue me. I'm sure you know what state my pussy was in by the time Kelsey returned. I was a few good strokes on my clit away from an orgasm. I had mixed emotions about whether I wanted Kelsey to get me off. Part of me, of course, craved whatever orgasm she chose to give me. That part was fine with her raising my skirt right on the dance floor and let everybody watch me explode. But another part of me wanted her to wait at least until the relative safety of the car. That decision really wasn't mine, however, and Kelsey only waited until we were back at the booth. A few of the more aggressive dancing girls I had been with followed us back to our table. Kelsey introduced me as her mom. The girls seemed not to believe her.

"Your mom's a hot dancer," the one girl commented. "I thought she was going to orgasm while she was draped all over me."

"Yeah, she's kind of a slut," Kelsey replied. "I bet she was trying to cum but didn't quite get there."

I shot daggers out of my eyes in her direction.

"What do you think mom?" Kelsey asked. "Do you want to cum for these cute girls?"

Again, I didn't answer, but my facial expression was fuming. Kelsey slid closer to me and then slid her hand under my skirt. The girls couldn't see anything, but her arm motion was obvious. My anger didn't last. As soon as she touched my pussy, I melted back under her control.

"I have to go dancing with her because she has a habit of losing control," Kelsey explained to the girls. "I have to keep her safe."

I don't think any of them thought Kelsey was really my daughter as she was obviously masturbating me under the table. But by that point, I didn't care. In fact, I felt wicked and wanted to play along.

"Oh baby, you do mommy so well," I moaned. "You know just what mommy wants."

"I know just want mommy needs," Kelsey corrected me.

I think the girls probably thought we were playing some weird sex role play, which of course, we were, but I doubt any of them suspected Kelsey was actually my new Mistress and I was doing this because I didn't have a choice.

Not long after that exchange, I begged Kelsey for permission to cum. She responded by asking the girls if they thought I had earned that pleasure. Fortunately, they didn't understand the game of getting me to the edge of pleasure and then stopping. They unanimously agreed that I should be allowed to cum. Kelsey looked a bit disappointed. I'm sure she would have preferred to make me wait. But the crowd had spoken, and she began rubbing my clit harder. I groaned in frustration, but then she gave me permission to climax. "Cum for me mommy," she said. It didn't take much longer. Within a few seconds I orgasmed in front of three girls I didn't know and my Mistress. It was heavenly, although I threw my head backwards mid-climax and smacked it against the wall. It didn't hurt in the moment, but I got a headache on the drive back to the cabin. My first night under the tutelage of Mistress Kelsey was a great success. She even allowed me to sleep with her, cuddled up and feeling safe just like my first weekend with Kate. Of course, I did eat her to three climaxes before she said I earned that privilege. That was a small price to pay. Because of our size difference, I was the outside of the spoon holding Kelsey in my arms. I'm pretty sure she didn't mind.

Sometime in the night I rolled over and we lost contact. I remember having a series of erotic visions. When I woke, early Saturday morning, Kelsey was laying on her side looking at me. Her right hand was lazily stroking my slit with a very light touch. She must have done that at times throughout the night. Her delicate stimulation obviously brought on my stimulating dreams. I rolled toward her, inadvertently pressing her hand against my pussy. "Good morning, Mistress," I said. "What naughty things are we going to do today?"

"I have a few plans," she told me. "But they are surprises. Don't worry, I'm sure you will enjoy them."

She then leaned forward and started kissing me much like she had last night. I never remember making out so much in my life. I just laid back in complete surrender as she moved on top of me. We kissed passionately while she began fingering my pussy. She found it very receptive. Unfortunately, without the girls from last night to vote in favor of letting me cum, all I got this morning was arousal from her with teasing lips and fingers, but no climax. I assumed that would change, but I understood the rule that she had to cum first and she had not asked for that yet. I feared today might be very frustrating indeed.

"Should I keep you naked all day?" Kelsey asked when we finally got out of bed.

"Whatever you desire, Mistress," was my non-committal response.

"Stay naked while you make breakfast. Then we'll figure out what we are doing for the day," she replied.

I was surprised that she didn't already have a plan. But maybe she did and was just not telling me. Kelsey surprised me by having me sit at the table and eat breakfast with her. Although I had learned last night, she had some of the traits of a Domme, she also was frequently treating me like an equal. That was throwing me off balance. I wondered if she would suddenly flip the switch and start treating me like property like last night. When we were done eating, I began clearing the dishes and Kelsey announced she was going to take a shower.

"Would you like me to wash you, Mistress?" I asked. She seemed surprised by that offer. I added, "My former Mistress enjoyed when I bathed her." Kelsey nodded and we headed to the bathroom.

The shower was really an old clawfoot tub with a curtain that wrapped around it. Since I was going to bathe her, Kelsey decided on taking a bath instead. She filled the tub about halfway. I stepped in first and sat down. She stepped in second and sat in front of me. She expressed a contented sigh as my hands started massaging her shoulders with warm water. There was a washcloth I could use as I rubbed her down with soap. By the time I had finished with her back, she had leaned against me giving me better access to her breasts. Our bath became less about cleaning and more about me stimulating her. She was clearly loving my fingertips as they gave attention to her nipples. I didn't ask her what to do. I just moved my hands as I pleased and waited to be corrected if she didn't like something. Eventually when I tried to reach down to her pussy and found it to be difficult due to our positions, Kelsey moved her left leg over the edge of the tub giving me easier access. I didn't hesitate to start manipulating her pussy. I didn't rub her quickly. Soaking in the now warm water still felt great and I loved having Kelsey in my arms. She didn't feel like my Mistress at this moment, but I wasn't worried about that. I just rubbed her slowly and let her splay herself against me. Her soft whimpers and groans were music to my ears as my left hand worked her left nipple and my right hand worked her clit. If a Domme had me in this position, I would have done anything for her to make me cum. I would be easy to control. But I'm sure Kelsey wasn't thinking that way. She was just enjoying herself and I wasn't about to use my position over her orgasm to attempt to achieve jurisdiction over her. Eventually with a quiet moan and a shudder, she came. I felt pride over helping her. She spun around, splashing water over the side of the tub, and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"Thank you, Susan," she said. "That was wonderful."

I wanted to ask when I would get my reward for making her climax, but I didn't. That was up to her and I knew that. Instead, we got out of the tub and toweled off. We were giggling together. I felt like I was back at the sorority. Kelsey then led me back to bed and told me to get under the covers. She then climbed into bed with me and began to spoon me again. This time when she let her fingers do the walking, she was less gentle than when I was asleep. She was less gentle than I had been in the bathtub. She found my pussy very receptive to her fingers. She surprised me by asking if I enjoyed last night when she told everyone I was her mother. I admitted that it felt deeply weird. Then again, a girl 25 years younger than me masturbating me in the bed we shared was pretty weird too.

"I think the problem was when we danced, it was obvious you were not my mom. I want to play the game better today. I think we can do better," Kelsey said excitedly. I had mixed emotions, but I'm sure she felt my pussy gush a little on her fingers. I was all for doing whatever Kelsey demanded in the house but playing in public was still a challenge for me. Last night was OK because I didn't know anybody at the club and would likely never see them again. But if we went into town, the odds of running into somebody at homecoming went up exponentially. But I'd agree to anything to keep her fingers doing what they were doing, although that didn't stop me from expressing my displeasure when she stopped before I could cum. Kelsey was not happy that I complained.

"I think you need to learn your place in our arrangement," she said sounding authoritative. I took that to mean she was finally going to punish me. I wiggled my butt against her to taunt her. She pinched my nipple in response. I loved it. She rolled out of bed and when I moved to follow her, she pointed to the floor and told me to crawl. I was excited. This what the kind of treatment I had paid for. I followed her out into the living room.

"I saw you had a lot of rope upstairs," Kelsey commented. "How did you hope to be tied?"

"Actually, I thought I would be tying you," I told her. Then I looked at the ceiling beams. "Actually, I thought I would tie you to those beams and flog you."

"I think we both know, that isn't going to happen," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I know."

"So quick as a bunny, go up to the loft and decide what I need to punish you," Kelsey commanded.

I loved the idea of getting to choose the instrument of my own punishment. I sprinted up to the loft. I had already decided what I needed. Since we were not in a rush, I grabbed a number of items and hurried back to the living room. Kelsey laughed as she watched me struggle to carry everything down the stairs. "Go ahead and prepare yourself," she ordered. Much like when I prepared the ginger butt plug for myself, preparing for my punishment was a turn on. It was pretty simple, but still took several minutes. First, I threw a spool of rope over the beam. It was a 25-foot spool and the beam was about ten feet off the floor so I didn't have to cut the rope. Then I put on leather wrist and ankle cuffs plus a leather bit gag. Third I tied the rope ends through the metal connectors on the first of my two spreader bars. The height matched me standing with my arms extended. Finally, I clipped a second spreader bar to my ankles and then clipped my wrists to the bar hanging by the rope. I had immobilized myself in a standing spread eagle, unable to complain about whatever Kelsey decided to do to me. Oh, and I had brought her the flogger. I figured while that stung, it wouldn't do any lasting damage if she had not used one before and got a little out of control. Kelsey walked around me, running her right hand over my body, inspecting my handiwork.

"Very nice," she commented. "Very nice indeed."

Due to the gag, I couldn't ask if she had experience with the flogger. Her first swat was stronger than I expected, and she snapped her wrist just right to maximize the sting. I guessed she had done this before. My heart swelled with joy. It had been a long time since I'd experienced a proper impact session and the pleasure of pain. She gave me another firm swat on the butt. And then the upper back. I threw my head back and howled into the gag.

Being bound in this position meant Kelsey could move around my body and strike anywhere she pleased. That was a bonus compared to be bound on a bed or to a St. Andrews' Cross. That also meant individual areas of my body could get a brief reprieve while she moved on to somewhere else. The lashes against my breast and nipples stung in a most wonderful way, but both would get a moment to relax while she worked my back, butt and pussy. Soon my entire body had a warm glow as she flogged from my calves to my upper chest and back. I was a babbling mess, drooling around the gag as the pain quickly became arousal and stimulation. I think Kelsey may have been surprised by how wet my pussy became and how quickly. She did take time to finger me, but I got the sense she wasn't going to bring me off. That was a mixed emotion too. I was desperate to cum, but I also knew the longer she prevented that, the better my eventual orgasm would be. Quality was certainly better than quantity when it came to climaxing. However, that didn't prevent me from trying to swing forward every time her fingers got near my pussy.

Any feeling of cleanliness I had from taking the bath was long gone. I was sweating, drooling and crying tears of joy as Kelsey worked me over. She surprised me by taking her time and not rushing through my punishment. My desire to submit to her grew with every stroke. Her strikes were remarkably accurate, indicating a level of skill that astonished me. So far, she had avoided directly flogging my pussy. That surprised me. I should have brought the crop downstairs too for that purpose. But Kelsey had a plan she soon shared with me.

"I know you want to cum, but you can't ask because of the gag," she began. "You probably are not sure if you should or if you should resist and hope to cum harder later." I should mention she was rubbing my pussy while she said that.

She knew me so well after just 14 hours together. How was that possible. It was as if she was reading my mind.

"So, here's your choice," she said as if she was passing a sentence on me. "I'm going to flog that delicate flower of yours ten times. If you choose to cum, (she pushed two fingers inside of me almost making me cum on the spot) you may. Or if you want to try and hold back in hopes that you'll cum better later, that's fine. The choice is yours and will not affect my plans for the rest of the day."

I watched as she removed her fingers from my sopping pussy and licked the juice off of them. I was torn. Should a sub ever choose not to cum when given the opportunity? What if later, Kelsey was not feeling so generous. Then again, the times I had been edged for days always ended up with me passed out on the floor in a pool of my own juice or squirt. That wouldn't happen during my one-night stands. It only happened with a proper Domme. Could I pass up an opportunity to experience that again? I was clearly overthinking this situation as the first snap and strike lit my labia on fire. I screamed into the gag. I'm guessing Kelsey liked the sound because the second strike was harder.

The pain ricocheted around my body. After the third strike, my legs could no longer support me and started to droop. After five, I was hanging by my wrists, my knees bent and basically worthless. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see Kelsey's arms moving to strike me again. I didn't make a conscious decision whether to climax or not. My pleasure and pain were being ruled by my subconscious. The fire between my legs was on autopilot. Strikes six through eight came in quick succession. I think Kelsey was trying not to give me any relief from the stimulation. But to me, it was just one big encouragement to climax. She paused about 15 seconds before stroke nine. If it was up for a vote like last night, I'm sure orgasm would have won. But my involuntary response was still to resist. Clearly, she could have forced me to cum if she had not stopped at ten or if she had rubbed my clit while my body hung from the beam, emotionally spent. But Kelsey kept her word and stopped. After a few minutes, my legs had regained their strength enough that I could stand. Kelsey then helped unclip my cuffs from both spreader bars. She left the one tied to the beam in place. I wondered if I would find myself clipped to it again later in the day.

"Since you chose not to cum," Kelsey told me, "go get dressed. Casual is fine. Jeans and a t-shirt are acceptable, and since you took your flogging so well, you can even wear underwear."

I pondered how strange my life was when being told to wear underwear seemed like a reward. I went to the bedroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed my skin was very red. I knew it would be. Any kind of impact play always did that to me, but I had not given it any thought in the moment. I was too focused on the stimulation. Now, post flogging, the heat from my skin started being noticeable. Not in a bad way, mind you, but almost like my body was telling me something was wrong with how I wanted to be treated. I hurriedly dressed, ready for Kelsey's next adventure with me. She ushered me back to my car and had me drive a half hour south to Springfield, MA. She directed me to an adult store that looked a lot like the women friendly one Kate had me visit. I wondered why we were here because I had brought plenty of toys. Maybe Kelsey was looking for some new lingerie or outfits. But then she revealed her true motivation.

"I want you to pretend you're my mom again when we talk to the clerk," she informed me. "Damn," I thought. "At the club it was obvious this was a lie due to our outfits and dirty dancing. Dressed casually and depending how well Kelsey sells it, a clerk might really believe I was her mom." Of course, I didn't say that out loud. But I was nervous, a fact that showed on my face as we entered the store. In hindsight, that is probably exactly how a mom would act. Why was my nervousness making me wet?

The store was indeed nice like the one in Boston I went to run by women. It was very similar. There was lots of lingerie, a toy section with what looked like a good selection of vibrators and dildos, a gag gift section that looked like it was for bachelor and bachelorette parties and a small section of cuffs and paddles. It seemed like BDSM was not a big part of their mix. Kelsey and I walked around the store for a while taking everything in. The clerk, a woman about my age kept an eye on us but didn't approach us for about ten minutes. She finally did after we completed a lap around the store.

"How can I help you ladies?" she asked as she looked Kelsey up and down. She probably figured I was robbing the cradle and wanted in on the action.

Kelsey responded before I could, "My mom is getting married tonight. I wanted to get her something sexy to wear on her special night to drive her new husband crazy." I'm sure I had a look of shock on my face, but the clerk was focusing on Kelsey, so she didn't notice.

"Congratulations," the clerk said. "It's good to see women our age still finding that special someone."

I had found a special someone, even if it was just for 48 hours.

"So, what did you have in mind?" she asked. "What has caught your eye?"

I started to speak, but Kelsey jumped in front of me. "Something like this," she said pointing to a beautiful white lace teddy with a built-in garter belt. "Mom loves to be feminine and loves wearing stockings."

As she said that, I assumed the clerk realized this was a game between us, but if she did, she didn't say anything and played along. She picked up the teddy and held it in front of me. "This one is nice," she said. "But have you considered something more like this?" She went to another rack and pulled off a black merry widow. It was far more revealing than the teddy. The crotch was completely open, and it would hug my hips. It was far sexier. But Kelsey wasn't ready to give in that quickly. She did say it was nice but wanted to see other options. The clerk picked several other pieces, but also said that we really should see them on me before making any decisions.

Kelsey didn't come into the changing room to watch me strip. That would have been too obvious. But she was happy to examine each piece, along with the clerk, and offer an opinion of which ones looked best on me. I was soaking each of the ones that had a built-in crotch. I was going to have to buy them. They all looked great on me, so eventually I said, "I can't decide. I guess I'll just have to buy them all and let James (my fictious husband-to-be as I played along) decide which one I should wear tonight when we consummate our marriage."

Kelsey jumped in with her opinion while pointing at the black merry widow, "I like this one the best. I will drive James wild tonight," I suppose I knew which one I would be wearing for her tonight for her.

I wanted to pay her back for this game she devised, so I said, "Kelsey, why don't you get something to wear for your boyfriend?" She played right along saying, "He likes me in leather. What do you have like that?"

The clerk had to know what was going on by now, but she continued to play along and took Kelsey over to an area more suited to her. As they were walking, Kelsey shouted to me, "Why don't you look at some toys he might like to use on you?" I just laughed at her trying to maintain the game. The store didn't have much of a toy selection and I didn't find anything I didn't already have in my collection. I picked a satin blindfold, not because I needed another one, but because I thought that might be something I would have picked on my wedding night. I had enough cuffs and the ones they had were cheap. I didn't want to waste my money on something that would break immediately. I kept looking hoping I would find something to add to my assemblage. Just then Kelsey came out of the changing room wearing a leather bustier. She made my mouth water.

"I have just the right boots to go with this," she squealed.

"He'll love it," the clerk added. "Do you have a riding crop or whip to go with it?"

"I have a crop, but no whip," Kelsey told her.

"Come over here," the clerk said leading her to a non-descript door. "We don't keep these items on the floor." I tried to follow them, but the clerk stopped me and told me to keep looking at the toys. The clerk and Kelsey disappeared into the special room. I was upset that I wasn't allowed to see what they were looking at. Then I heard the snap of a whip. Then I heard another, although it didn't sound as crisp. I walked over to the door and tried to hear what was happening inside. I heard the clerk giving Kelsey instructions on when to snap her wrist and how to control the intensity of the strike. Apparently, this room was where the serious impact toys were kept. I made a mental note to come back here before I left town. I wanted to see what other toys that had that would cause pain and pleasure in the right hands. I heard movement coming toward the door, so I quickly walked away so I wouldn't get caught spying on them. Looking back, I saw Kelsey smiling and carrying a four-foot single tail whip. It looked like it would hurt worse than anything I had experienced before. I was worried about Kelsey using it on me before she got much practice. But I said nothing. After all, she was supposed to use it on her boyfriend. The two of them walked up to me and asked me if I found anything else of interest. I had to admit that I had not. Then Kelsey pointed to a tag on a lower shelf and asked what it was for.

"Oh, the swing," said the clerk. "It takes up too much shelf space, so we just keep the picture on display. It's a lot of fun." I had not noticed the photograph on the bottom shelf since there was no physical box. The picture showed a woman sitting on the center of a swing with her legs in stirrups that kept them spread open and her wrists wrapped around straps holding them apart as well. I pictured myself in the swing with Kelsey wielding the strap-on and fucking me into submission. Then the clerk spoke up.

"Imagine yourself in your new lingerie, your husband overcome with lust from how sexy you look and just taking you over and over again in the swing. It does most of the work. He can just stand there and bounce you back and forth or he can tip you backwards, so your head is the right level for you to suck his cock."

I was actually picturing Kelsey fucking my face. I imagined her making me give her a messy blowjob with saliva running down my cheeks. Or taking off the strap-on and hovering over me so I could eat her pussy. That would have me in a great position for her to pinch my nipples or crop my pussy if I wasn't pleasuring her to her satisfaction. Of all the things we looked at in the store, the swing was the most exciting to me. I told the clerk we would take that too. As we were walking back toward the front of the store, I noticed another tag on the bottom shelf that caught my eye. "What's that?" I asked.

"That's a Hitachi pillow. It's kind of a poor woman's Sybian," the clerk told me.

I looked at the tag closer. Its picture showed a firm pillow with a hole in the front third that allowed the head of a Hitachi Wand to poke through it. It looked like it would hold the wand at an optimum angle while the woman just sat on the pillow and got herself off. I had to have that too. Not so much for this weekend, but I could see it being very useful at home. The clerk made no mention why I would need the pillow if I was getting married. It was just another sale to her.

The total bill was just shy of $500. I had not budgeted for that, but I didn't care. I'd get to keep everything and hopefully I would get a lot of use out of the swing. We stopped for a quick lunch before heading back to the cabin. I was excited to hang the swing from the living room beams and Kelsey was excited to practice with the whip in the back yard.

When we got back to the cabin, Kelsey had me strip before she would allow me to install the swing. One beam had the spreader bar suspended from it and the other played host to the swing. I could hear the snap of the whip as Kelsey practiced in the back yard. I was still worried about how it would feel on my tender skin, but also excited to try something new. I lifted myself into the swing and tested how it would feel with my legs in the stirrups. It was as exciting as I had imagined in the store. It was an expensive purchase, but already I knew it was well worth the cost. I rubbed my pussy a bit while I waited for Kelsey to come back inside. I couldn't do it long or I would have risked cumming. I had to get out of the swing and walk to the backyard to avoid being bad. It felt great to be naked outside, with the warm Indian Summer sun kissing my skin. Kelsey seemed to have good control of the whip, but I was still scared.

"I'm doing better," she called out to me. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to whip you yet."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad she was mature enough to realize she could hurt me if she did it wrong. "Why don't I eat your pussy," I replied figuring she couldn't turn that down. She surprised me by looking at her watch. "OK," she said. "Let's go to the living room."

"What's wrong with out here by the firepit?" I teased her.

"The ground is too dirty. I don't want you messy. At least not yet," was her cryptic response.

I was fine with the living room. Having tested the swing, maybe she would want to stand over me while I pleasured her. But alas, she wanted to sit on the couch, so I took my usual place on my knees between her legs. That was fine, although I wanted to try something new. Little did I know I wasn't going to have a long wait for that. In fact, as soon as I got Kelsey off, she had me change into my new merry widow, stockings and heels. She also had me put on the leather cuffs.

I wondered what she was up to when she led me to the back yard. I figured she had changed her mind about the whip, although I worried it would destroy the lingerie. She was carrying rope and one of the spreader bars. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know I would soon be in bondage. The lack of panties in the merry widow was a good thing because they would have been soaked through soon enough. I looked around the back yard. I knew there was nobody to see me, but I was still nervous about being outside in such a revealing costume. Kelsey then led me to the cellar door, that she lifted for me like a gentleman. I didn't even know she knew the cellar was there. She must have been snooping around earlier.

She tossed me the rope and told me to figure out how to secure it to the ceiling joists. Then she went back upstairs. It was more difficult than in the living room since the beams were butted up to the floor joists, but I found a spot where the wood had separated enough to snake through the rope. Luckily the low ceiling height of the cellar meant I could reach it if I stood on my tip toes. I was just finished when Kelsey returned. She had my new pillow, the Hitachi and another vibrator. I wondered who was going to use which, but when she set the pillow below the rope, I had my answer.

Kelsey seated me on the pillow. I could rub against the head of the Hitachi while she used the spreader bar to keep my legs wide open. Then she tied my hands and arms above my head. That meant my pussy would be pressed onto the wand. I liked the way she thinks. At least I did until she plugged in the wand but left the Hitachi on its low speed. The pillow was wonderful, and I was glad I bought it. But I wasn't so thrilled with Kelsey's way of breaking it in. I did like when she stripped off all her clothes, except her panties, and moved a chair in front of me. She then sat down and began to use the vibrator on her pussy. She didn't slide her panties over. She just buzzed herself over them. I knew how wet she would become. She was soaking her panties on purpose. I was too busy thinking about the vibrations between my own legs to worry much about what she was doing.

Even though the wand was at its lowest speed, enough to tease me but not let me cum, that didn't stop me from getting near peak and then begging her to speed up the wand and take me over. But why would she do that just yet? She was clearly enjoying buzzing herself and watching my struggle against sanity. A few minutes later, apparently tiring of hearing me beg, she turned off her vibe, stood up and slipped her panties off. She then slipped them over my head with the soaked center panel over my nose. She then said she would be back in a while and turned to go upstairs. I shouted, "No!" as I didn't want to be left alone on edge with no way of escape and climax. Her heavenly scent would only add to my torture. She flipped the light off and when she shut the access hatch, I was thrust into darkness with only her arousal scent and my buzzing pussy to keep me company.

As my eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, I started to make out shapes in the cellar. Just a sliver of light was coming around the hatch as its age meant it didn't seal completely. While I couldn't make out much details, I could see the concrete and stone walls. The cellar looked like a dungeon in this light. Not a play dungeon like you would have at your house, but a Medieval dungeon that would be in a castle. I began to let my mind wander as the fantasy of being trapped began to take over. Helpless and bound to a plugged-in vibrator, I was held captive to my jailer until she took mercy on me and released me. I pictured myself kidnapped, my captors attempting to brainwash me through sexual pleasure to make me fall victim to Stockholm Syndrome. Then I pictured Kelsey as part of a rival sorority. We were having some kind of competition and I was their prize. I'd resisted, but they were attempting to reprogram me to be their slave. Every scenario I imagined turned me on more, but the low speed of the wand just wasn't enough. I grew more and more desperate for relief from my mental prison and desire to cum. But then Kelsey returned. I could tell the angle of the sun had changed as light once again streamed down through the access hatch, but I didn't know exactly how long she had tormented me. Unfortunately, she didn't turn up the Hitachi. She turned it off. Then she released my wrists and ankles. She left her panties on my face. Her smell had largely worn off, but the symbolism was still powerful. She then led me up the stairs and out of the cellar.

Kelsey led me past the hot tub, past the fire pit and over to the trees. She made quick work of fashioning a slipknot around the first trunk and then attaching it to my right wrist cuff. My arm was pulled up and out. She then repeated the process on my left wrist. She pulled that one tighter to make up for any slack on my right side. She didn't bother securing my ankles to the trees. Instead she went back to the cellar and retrieved the spreader bar relying on it to keep my legs open. Again. She then said she would be right back and walked back into the house. Even though we had complete privacy, it was still disconcerting to be left bound, nearly naked and alone outside. I was alone for several minutes until Kelsey returned, this time wearing her new leather outfit and carrying the flogger, paddle and crop. She looked stunning now that she looked like a proper Domme. Now I had to only pray that she was going to let me climax.

She started again with the flogger to warm me up before switching to the paddle on my ass and then the crop on my nipples and clit. Needless to say, she reduced me to a blubbering mass of submissive flesh, although despite my repeated pleas, she never took me over the edge. She even sucked my nipples for a brief while. That was a cruel torture indeed as it was pure pleasure for me. She fingered me a little bit, but not nearly hard enough or long enough to let me climax. I knew she was priming me for something, but I didn't know what. Maybe she was getting ready to fuck me in the swing. Instead she left me hanging, literally and figuratively, and went back inside. This time she was only gone for about a minute. When she returned, she had a vibrator (yeah!) and what looked like a mask. That was confirmed when she got closer. I had never seen it before so she must have brought it with her yesterday. I was helpless as she put the mask on me and zipped it up tightly. My world went black, although I could still hear muted sounds. There was no opening in this mask for my mouth, although there was a reinforced opening over my nose so I could breathe.

"I'm going to go inside and take a nap," Kelsey told me. "Be a good girl and I'll use the vibe on you in a little while."

I was fuming at being left in this state, but I said nothing. I didn't want to make matters worse, if that was even possible. I heard her footsteps moving back toward the house. As I stood in my black and quiet virtual prison, my ears slowly became more in tune with my surroundings. I felt like I could hear the fall leaves rustling and the gentle breeze blowing, but maybe that was just my mind playing tricks on me. I had heard that isolation chambers can drive you crazy, but probably not in the way I felt right then. My sexual needs were not receding. I needed my Mistress to come back and get me off. I would have screamed to her if it would have helped. My arms and legs were tired of being spread. I knew the vibe was sitting next to me, ready to provide relief. At least I thought it was. After Kelsey put the mask on me, that could have changed. Then I thought I hear a car on the gravel driveway. I couldn't be sure if it was coming or going. Then I heard several car doors slam. I was pretty sure of that. The sound was faint, but I thought I heard people walking toward me. I wasn't 100% sure, but then I felt two sets of fingers pinch my nipples. I jerked backwards as much as the rope allowed with a flight response. The two hands then started rubbing my nipples instead of pinching them. My body responded much more positively to that. Additional hands then began rubbing my butt (both cheeks) and then somebody slid the vibrator into my pussy, although it wasn't turned on. By my count, that meant three different people were manipulating me, but I didn't know if Mistress was in that count. It could have been three strangers from the car and Kelsey didn't even know they were here. The mask prevented any meaningful conversation, but they certainly knew what I was feeling from the muffled moans that could escape through the leather. The three people seemed content to tease me and did not pick up any of the impact toys. I suppose I should be grateful for that, but they also didn't seem to be making much of an effort to let me orgasm. In fact, they seemed to be making an effort to edge me. Kelsey must have been behind that. They toyed with me for about ten minutes before I felt the ropes being taken down and the spreader bar removed. The mask remained and my collar was buckled around my neck. After clipped the cuffs together behind my back, I was led by a leash back to the house. When I got there, I was surprised to hear Kelsey ask if they had enjoyed their time in the back yard. Only one of the people responded.

"Oh yes," said a young sounding female. "I can't believe she really let you do that." Two other girls agreed with that sentiment. At that point, I couldn't pinpoint the voices due to the mask. They could have been the girls who danced with me and watched me cum at the club. They could have been three sisters from the KAT house. I liked that idea. Or they could have been three other friends that Kelsey enlisted for the task. It was largely irrelevant beyond the steaming need in my pussy and which one of them would take pity on me and get me off. Kelsey told the girls to hide in the kitchen for a moment while she removed the mask. I didn't keep my sight for long, though. The mask was replaced with a leather blindfold that was secured tightly around my head. It wasn't coming off easily, but my mouth was now uncovered. They must have wanted to hear me or use my mouth in other ways.

I fully expected Kelsey to have them put me in the swing. Having my arms behind my back wouldn't make that easy, but I was ready for them to use me. Instead I felt them clipping my arms back into the spreader bar that was still suspended from the ceiling. Then I felt my ankles attacked to the second spreader. I had a terrible feeling Kelsey was going to punish me some more or maybe even use her new whip. But instead I felt hands grabbing each of my calves. I was confused until they started lifting my legs. As I was folded over, somebody was supporting my back as my legs began to reach my hands. I'd never had a problem touching my toes, but I never tried to do it bound and inverted either. As my feet reached the spreader with my hands, I felt someone else unclip my left ankle and quickly reclip it to the first spreader. My right ankle soon joined it, and while my back was still being supported, my wrists were unclipped, and I was allowed to straighten out and support myself in a handstand. My tormentors had deftly inverted me. My question was why?

The immediate answer came when a wet pussy descended over my mouth. Being inverted made my mouth be at the proper level to easily lick whatever pussy was presented to me. I was fine with that. I was even better when someone started playing with my pussy at the same time. First it was fingers toying with my labia. Then it was a solitary finger sliding into my pussy. And then it was a vibrator being turned on low and balanced on top of my pussy. Kelsey warned me not to let it fall. That was easier said than done as I was swinging slightly as the girl on my mouth rocked back and forth as her arousal built. I had to squeeze my butt cheeks and try to rock back and forth to keep the vibe in position. Even though it was on low, I thought given enough time, I might be able to get off. I assumed Kelsey wouldn't let that happen before I got all four of them off with my tongue. After the first two the vibe was removed, and they plugged my butt. At least that wouldn't get me off before I finished my task. The girls continued to seem amazed that I was letting Kelsey do this to me. But they were not trying to stop it either.

After all four of them (they each had a slightly different flavor so I knew nobody repeated) had their climax, I heard a stronger vibrator turn on. I felt the tip rubbing against my folds and then it was pushed inside. I loved being fucked with a plug in my ass as it tightened everything up. When I felt the vibe began to curve, I realized it was a g-spot vibe. "Oh, thank you Mistress," I called out. Kelsey obviously was trying to make me squirt in front of her friends. I was 100% OK with that. In my mind, I'd earned a huge climax.

I felt one set of hands holding my torso to steady me. One hand was on my shoulder blades and one hand was on my left breast. That was serving double duty as she rubbed my nipple while holding me. Kelsey then told her two other friends to spank me while she began rubbing my clit vigorously and holding the vibe at an angle to maximize the buzzing on my g-spot. My new Mistress was way too young to understand how to do this. But in the moment, I didn't care. My body was quivering from all the stimulations it was experiencing and the built up need to orgasm I had endured all day. I was throwing my head forward and back as by body clenched and released. Kelsey began pressing down on my clit to maximize the pressure of the vibe. I wasn't going to last long. And although she didn't give me permission to cum before I exploded, I'm sure she knew that would be the result.

I'd only squirted a couple of times before and never when I was inverted. Basically, I was a fountain as a river of cum shot skyward. Kelsey knew what was about to happen, so I imaging she got out of the way. But I doubt her friends we ready, especially the one holding my torso. I'm sure she got drenched. The girls spanking me probably got some blowback, but maybe just a little. I squirted for probably ten seconds as I was consumed by my long-sought climax. I was glad I was bound, because I was sure I blacked out for a few seconds. I regained consciousness to the sound of applause. Apparently, the girls liked the show. I was let down soon after, content to lay on the floor in a pool of my squirt. Luckily the cabin had hardwood floors. I heard the door open and close and then Kelsey removed the mask. She was smiling at me when I saw her face. Apparently, she was proud of my performance.

"My friends and I are going to town to grab a bite to eat. When you feel up to it, you should eat too. If you want to take a nap, that's a good idea too. We have more plans for you tonight. I want to break in the swing. I'll call you when we are on the way back. If you don't pick up, I'll assume you are sleeping. Don't come out of the bedroom until I come to get you."

"Yes, Mistress," I said agreeing with her plans. I wasn't hungry. The nap sounded better. But I knew I'd need food eventually and I figured they wouldn't be gone that long. After making a sandwich, eating it quickly and downing a Gatorade, I used the bathroom and then crawled into bed. I was asleep almost instantly. When Kelsey gently woke me, I could tell it was dark outside, but I didn't know how long I'd slept. It didn't matter. I assumed there were still four horny girls waiting for me to pleasure and I was now rested. Kelsey had me change into one of the other sexy lingerie outfits I had bought and then she put the blindfold back over my head. I didn't know why they didn't want me to see them, but my mouth was still available for me to service them.

Kelsey brought me out into the living room and then led me up the stairs to the loft. That was good thing in my mind because there was a bed and all the toys. The first thing the girls wanted to see, apparently inspired by my squirting earlier, was Kelsey teasing me with the wand. That was easy for me. I just had to lay on the bed, spread my legs and let her tease me by varying the speed and pressure she used on my clit. Kelsey explained her technique. It was like she was a professor teaching her class. It was her graduate level seminar was on how to edge your sub. That was easy for her, but her students needed a demonstration. After the first time Kelsey had me panting and begging to cum, she let me calm down while one of her friends crawled over my head and fed me her pussy. Only she didn't want to be teased. She just rode my face until she climaxed. Then Kelsey edged me again and while I calmed down, I orally served friend number two. Repeat the process for friend number three and then for Kelsey (I recognized her flavor) and I was desperate for my own release. Fortunately, instead of that coming from a longer exposure from the wand, Kelsey told the girls to grab their strap-ons. Apparently, they brought their own. Yeah!

As you know, I loved getting double penetrated and if my mouth was busy too, all the better. For about the next half hour, the girls took turns with my holes. One would lay on the bed while I impaled myself on her cock while another would take my ass. The third would stand over the bed and feed me another fake cock in my mouth. I didn't really enjoy that. I would have preferred to suck her pussy again. The positive side was Kelsey gave me permission to climax, and when I would cum, they would switch positions. Kelsey made sure whomever had just used my ass cleaned her dildo before taking her next position. I was just a piece of fuckmeat to them. Kelsey continued her education of them by explaining that it was always good to let their sub have pleasure eventually or eventually they would lose her. I thanked my Mistress profusely after each of the three orgasms I would receive as part of their gangbang. After they were done, I was allowed to lay on the bed while the girls got ready to go. After I heard the front door shut again, Mistress removed the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that she was wearing her strap-on. I guessed my night wasn't over yet. Then I remembered she wanted to break in the swing. I'd forgotten that while her friends were fucking me.

"I'll fuck you in the swing, but you're getting your orgasms on credit and will have to pay me back with interest," she told me.

"I'm happy to break in the swing, Mistress," I said. "And you know I'll pleasure you anywhere and as long as you want."

She surprised me by unhooking her cock and tossing it to me. "In that case, I want to go first. That swing looks awesome." Getting to fuck Kelsey was not something I had thought was possible. But I was more than willing to follow her orders. There was something surreal about Kelsey kneeling in front of me and helping to secure the strap-on around my waist. I'd always felt the dominant in the relationship should be the older person. That is why I felt so comfortable around Kate. Even with Kera, since she was just a few years younger than me it wasn't too embarrassing to submit to her. But with Kelsey, young enough to be my daughter, submitting to her came with a certain level of humiliation because I should be strong enough to resist her. But I couldn't. She knew my deepest desires and how to manipulate them to control me. Her being so young magnified my submission cravings and brought me deeper under her control. But now, as she knelt before me, subject to my whims after requesting me to fuck her, I still feltÉ the same. Technically I would be in charge of how I handled her in the swing, but I knew she was still my superior and I would fuck her however she wanted. Fast, slow, deep, shallow. My desire meant nothing beyond pleasing her. I'd lick her pussy any time she wanted, and this was an extension of that. I'd do anything for her.

We walked down to the living room and I helped her get in the swing. With her legs spread, she was quite the tasty looking morsel. She was already wet, but I knelt down and gave her some oral to make sure she was ready. Then I spit on my hand and stroked my cock. She was lubricated enough, I was confident, to take the strap-on, but I wanted to be sure. I didn't expect to get this treat often so I wanted to make it good for her. I stood back up and eased the tip into her very tight vagina.

I watched her facial expressions very closely for signs to back off as I eased the full seven inches into her. Her petite frame dictated that I go slow. She winced a couple of times, about every couple of inches, but her pussy gobbled up the cock until the harness was rubbing against her labia and clit. I just held it there for a few seconds to let her acclimate to its length and penetration. As a sub, I would have expected my Domme to just start pounding away. But as I said, I wanted to be sure she loved this experience so she might ask me to do it again. Although we had just started, I was already imagining doing her doggie style and spanking her ass at the same time. But I was probably just projecting onto her what I loved so much. I didn't expect her to allow me to do that.

I started to pull out, roughly halfway, before sliding back into her. She squealed already. I guessed she was a loud one. I was good with that. Nobody was going to hear her out here. I took my time building up a rhythm, a little longer stroke and then a little faster. As some point the momentum from my thrust started rocking the swing backwards. It was then I remembered what attracted me to the swing in the first place. I stood still and grabbed her hips so I could rock her back and forth and let the swing do the work. Her sounds of ecstasy were music to my ears, and although the harness didn't provide me much pleasure, my mind was picturing myself in the swing. That had my libido in overdrive.

I thought Kelsey must be close to orgasming after several minutes swinging back and forth, but she didn't cum. I know many women can't cum just from vaginal penetration, so I let go of her left hip and started rubbing her clit with my right hand. That proved problematic as without two hands on her, the swinging motion began to twist. I quickly moved my right hand back to supporting her and continued to fuck her. But still she didn't orgasm. Her facial expressions and moans indicated she was enjoying herself, but I wanted to make her cum. Finally, I asked what I could do to bring her over the edge. Her response surprised me.

"Lick my asshole," she said with the throaty moan. I'd never done that, but for Kelsey I was willing. I pulled out of her and dropped to my knees. Now I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. The swing made it easy to access her brown hole. As I moved my head into position, I saw her begin to rub her clit. As my tongue touched her pucker, I expected it to be very unpleasant, but it really wasn't that bad. As I began licking her with long strokes from between her cheeks up past her browneye, she arched her back and moaned louder. I could feel vibrations from her hand moving quickly over her clit. I kept a steady pace as her moans became more frequent and louder. I knew she must be about to cum. Then she yelled for me to "Stuck your tongue in my asshole!" Instead to licking, I started to push the tip of my tongue against her backdoor. I couldn't penetrate her, but I could try. Apparently, that was enough for her as she climaxed in a hail of expletives and spasms that shook the swing so hard, I thought it might fall off its mount. Fortunately, it didn't. I say that, because after Kelsey calmed down and thanked me profusely. I told her she didn't have to thank me because pleasuring her was my job and purpose in life, but she did multiple times and then gave me a big hug after I helped her from the swing. Then she said, "Now it's your turn." I was definitely down for that.

My experience was similar to Kelsey's in that I had several amazing orgasms. The swing felt like I was floating weightless as the strap-on first penetrated my vagina, and then, my butt. Kelsey didn't lick my ass, but she sure fucked it well. As with her, we found my rubbing my clit myself helped with the balance instead of her doing it. After my first orgasm, Kelsey left me hanging, literally, while she grabbed a vibrator before penetrating my butt again. This time, instead of swinging me, she held the arm straps to steady the swing and fucked me properly herself. It was amazing and she let me have the pleasure of two more orgasms. She was definitely more generous than Kate and Kera when it came to my gratification. I know I've said I kept falling deeper and deeper under her spell as my Domme, but it's true. Even the humiliation of submitting to someone so much younger than me began to melt away with each orgasm she gave me and each time she ordered me to lick her pussy. Something she did again before I left the swing.

After my third climax, Kelsey pulled out of my ass and took off the strap-on. I was a little disappointed that we were done (or so I thought) but my ass was sore and needed a break. Then she walked around to the head side of the swing and adjusted the straps, so I was laying down instead of being in a sitting position. Now I was essentially in a floating spread eagle. She then straddled my head and fed me her pussy. It was blissful. Any opportunity to get your Mistress off is a good one, even though we had both cum multiple times in the last hour. And although licking her butt wasn't bad, licking her pussy was delightful. Being in this position made me wonder though, how much better it would have been to have one of Kelsey's friends fucking me while I served her. My legs were spread obscenely wide as I hung there. Her friends that had been there earlier certainly knew how to use a strap-on to great results. I made a mental note to see if Kelsey could arrange that next year. Yes, I was already making plans to buy her next year. Only I would make it clear to her that if I did, I wanted her friends available to gang bang me all weekend. With the high cost she was sure to demand, I didn't want to feel cheated.

But for the moment, I got to enjoy Kelsey cumming with my mouth plastered to her pussy. But she didn't let me down just yet. She went back into the loft and returned holding the Hitachi and a dildo. Needless to say, I was intrigued by what she had planned.

"I want to thank you again for taking such good care of me, Susan," she said. Again, she didn't quite grasp that was my purpose in life and there was no need to thank me. Her juices in my mouth was thanks enough.

"It struck me as you were eating me out, you probably would have liked my friends to use you in the swing," she continued. "I had no idea it would be this much fun. Maybe I can get them back over in the morning before you have to check out. In the meantime, I bet you will like this."

This turned out to be her plugging in the Hitachi and letting me hold it and control the speed as I wished. I didn't turn it on fast to begin with because I wanted to see how she planned to use the dildo first instead of just getting myself off rapidly. She kept me in the horizontal position. I had the Hitachi firmly against my mound. Even on the slow speed, I'd probably cum in short order. I expected her to fuck me with the dildo, but instead she walked back around so she was near my mouth. Then she put it to my lips.

"Give me a blowjob, slut," she commanded.

She's been so nice to me lately; I'd forgotten she could be aggressive. I opened my mouth and she slid the dildo in. Would I have preferred if this was the strap-on's cock so she could thrust into me and fuck my mouth? Yes. But it was still dirty from my ass so using a clean dildo was preferred. Did she still fuck my mouth, just manually? Yes, she did. And you know what, it felt pretty much the same. As soon as she started forcing the dildo into my throat and making me gag, I was transported back into subspace. The buzz of the Hitachi and submitting to my dominant had my mind spiraling as my body tried to deal with the mix of stimulations. It was amazing. Kelsey grabbed my neck with her free hand and squeezed as she cut off my air supply with the dildo in my throat. Again, I marveled that she had the maturity as a Domme and experience to think of doing this while I continued to masturbate with the Hitachi. Not wearing a strap-on aided her now because she had more freedom of movement to get the dildo at just the right angle to slide into my throat.

Losing the ability to breathe was scary. I didn't like it. But at the same time, it showed me how reliant I was on Kelsey for everything. She controlled my orgasm, my pleasure, my pain and at this moment, my life. Fortunately, her plan wasn't to make me pass out from lack of oxygen. She just was reinforcing that she was in total control of me. It also didn't take me long to cum and my orgasm was thunderous. As soon as I started climaxing, she pulled the dildo out of my mouth to make sure I could breathe. Later after my recovery, I began thinking about erotic asphyxiation and whether I trusted Kelsey enough to do it for real. I was thinking that was a bridge to far, at least for now. I loved being under her control for my most basic need, but I wasn't sure if I trusted her to take that to the point of making me pass out from something other than an orgasm. But those concerns were minor compared with the pleasure she'd given me for the last 24 hours. We snuggled in bed again. I was thankful she let me spoon her unlike Kate who would have sent me to the loft.

Sunday found us mostly packing up after breakfast. Kelsey did let me model my third set of lingerie while she taught me the poses she preferred for future reference and worked on some protocols for how I should treat her. She told me we could Facetime, and she wanted to be sure I knew the proper way to respond to her commands. I hoped most of those commands would involve how I could masturbate. Checkout time was noon, so by 11:45 we were headed back to the KAT house. I wondered if Kelsey would dismiss me to go back to Boston when we arrived or bring me up to her room and a farewell snack of her pussy. It turned out that Kelsey's pussy was on the menu, but it wasn't a farewell snack. After I ate her to two more orgasms, she offered me an option.

"You can go home now," Kelsey told me. "Or you can stay here, and I'll tie you to my bed. Some of the sisters are very interested in how I earned so much money in the auction. I'll bring them in, and they can either eat you, sit on your face or both. There's probably seven or eight that have expressed interest."

"But how will that show why your auction bid was so high?" I asked.

"I suppose it doesn't," Kelsey continued. "But if you stay, you'll be used until the house meeting tonight. I know I'll be asked about you when they announce how much we raised. I'm then going to have you tell them why I was worth so much to you. And they'll want details and you'll tell them what a slutty submissive you are and how you crave young girls to dominate you."

The humiliation of submitting to a nineteen-year-old rushed back into my consciousness. I felt my pussy gush. I would love to be used for the rest of the afternoon, but was that worth the degradation of admitting to a roomful of girls how I needed to be used? Or was the mortification of admitting that part of the shame that turned me on so much with Kelsey. The house meeting would have between forty and fifty girls there. If word got out that I was going to be the star, that number might be higher. And usually, a few alumni hung around for the meeting. How would they react to my confession? Would Kelsey make me demonstrate my submission? Would the sisters want to participate? No, that wouldn't happen, at least not a lot of them. Maybe after the meeting there would be a few that wanted to see for themselves how nasty I could be. That excited me. "Where in the house could we hang the swing?" I thought. I couldn't believe I was actually contemplating agreeing to Kelsey's terms. But who was I kidding? My body made the decision already even if my brain had not caught up.

"Can I go to the bathroom before you bind me, Mistress?" I asked.

"Of course you can sweetie," she replied. She was back to being nice to me instead of planning my ultimate humiliation. God how I loved her. I walked out of the room as Kelsey was rummaging through her dresser for cuffs and rope. As I sat on the toilet peeing, my mind was saying, "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Susan," but my fingers were dancing on my clit because it was demanding my attention. It looked like this homecoming was going to end with one final amazing adventure. Or maybe two.

Hours later, when I was led into the chapter meeting room in the basement of the house, I knew I looked used. I lost track of how many of the sisters had sat on my mouth and had rubbed their essence on my face. I did know only three had returned the favor and pleasured me. Three in about six hours. I needed more. I was craving another orgasm. Or two, three, four, as many as I could physically have. The worst part was some number of the assembled sisters and possibly a few alumni knew how I had spent my afternoon and why I was so disheveled. The rest would just be wondering why I had no pride in my appearance. I looked around the room trying to guess who I had serviced. Apart from a few of the girls smiling back at me, I didn't have a clue. I assumed Kelsey's friends who used me at the cabin were sorority sisters and were in the room. But I didn't know if they were included in the group that used me in her room. Heck, some of the alumni could have been in Kelsey's room. I felt inferior to all of them. Any of them could have dominated me in the last two days. Any of them could pull me aside and use me again right now. I felt like a sorority hand-me-down. Twenty-five years ago my journey as a submissive began and my obedience had progressed to younger and younger women as my own age went up. Looking at the youthful faces on the current generation of sisters, I suddenly couldn't imagine submitting to a woman my age or older, even Kate. The humiliation of having a young girl sexually mature enough to control my wants and desires had become an unbelievable turn on. And while Kelsey explained how the cost of her allowing me to be used all afternoon would be my confession to the sisters of my depravity, I now recognized that was something I had to do to complete my transformation. Learning so much about yourself is scary and not easy to face. But seemingly like every time I was around Kelsey or her friends, my pussy was soaking wet. For better or worse, I knew that would eventually be discovered.

The house meeting began as it always did with a recap of the last meeting. I was standing along a wall with the other alumni. There were four of us. The meeting was about as boring as you probably imagine. The only thing that excited me was being able to watch Kelsey, who was on the other side of the room. She would give me knowing glances from time to time. I still didn't know what she had planned, but I was sure it would be exciting. After the recap was complete, there were a few items of new business and then the meeting progressed to what everyone was waiting forÉ the summary of the auction fundraiser. I think everybody already knew Kelsey was the top earner, but before we got to that, we had to go through the rest of the results. When Kelsey was finally announced, the sisters cheered, and Kelsey walked over to me, gave me a hug and thanked me for my generous donation. That earned a round of applause as well. Then the chapter president introduced Karen, an alumnus I had never met, who was about ten years behind me. It turned out Karen was the Alumni Liaison for this chapter. I didn't even know there was an alumni liaison. Apparently, the position started five years ago, and Karen's term was ending. Karen's first order of business was to announce where the money from the fundraiser was going to be used.

"As you know," she said referring to the sisters. "This year the membership wanted to remodel the playroom."

I leaned over to Kelsey and asked her what she was talking about. Kelsey put her fingers to her lips and then indicated I should leave the room with her. We walked out of the meeting room and down a hallway toward the utilities room. "You haven't been around much so I didn't realize you didn't know we put in a playroom three years ago."

Kelsey led me past the utilities room, past the laundry room and to a room at the end of the basement. There was a sign-up sheet with half hour slots, although the times after the meeting were blocked off. The inside of the room was about ten feet by twelve feet. I remembered it had been a storage room when I lived there. There was a twin-size bed and a dresser. Kelsey opened the top drawer and there was a collection of dildos and vibrators. The other middle drawers had clean bedding.

"So, when the girls need some private time," Kelsey explained, "they can book up to an hour down here. It's very private since only if someone does laundry might they hear you, and then only if you're a loud cummer. This way, when the need strikes, you won't get disturbed by your roommate. The only rule is to change the bedding after you are done."

I remembered being disturbed being a problem, especially when I was doing a session with Kate. I wondered if the WiFi was strong enough to Facetime with someone. I could imagine the girls having a videochat with their out of town boyfriends. I also figured the room would be well used on Friday and Saturday night if your partner was visiting. Then Kelsey surprised me, although I should have expected it by now.

"Take your clothes off," she commanded. I immediately stripped. Kelsey took a vibrator out of the dresser, turned it on and tossed it to me. "Lay down on the bed and play with yourself. I want to watch."

I was good with that, although I was a bit concerned when she pulled out her phone and connected with someone. But I was too aroused to care. I was quite content to lay back and let the vibe take me to pleasure town. Kelsey moved closer to me and focused her phone on my face. "The sisters wanted to see what you look like when you cum," she said. It was then I realized she was doing a group Facetime back to the meeting. Well, if the playroom is going to be renovated, I suppose it should go out with a bang. I was hot before we started, but the thought of being watched by the room full of girls triggered me immediately. I could hear the applause through Kelsey's phone. I just lay back on the bed and continued to masturbate hoping to have another orgasm. Kelsey ended the call and put a stop to my pleasure. She assured me it was only temporary. I looked up at her as she opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. It was mostly empty except for a single set of leather cuffs and a leather blindfold. Kelsey secured me with my arms behind my back and took away my sight. I expected her to sit down on the bed. Instead she led me back through the door. Again, I shouldn't have been surprised.

When we entered the meeting room, the girls applauded again, although it sounded like fewer girls than when Kelsey was Facetiming them. Maybe some of them had left while I was being secured. I think I was positioned approximately in the middle of the room.

"Stand in the spread position," Kelsey commanded. From my protocol training earlier in the day I knew that meant approximately shoulder width apart. Then I heard Karen speak.

"Sisters of KAT, I present you Susan. She has been trained by Kelsey to serve as the new Alumni Liaison. I am sure she will serve you well as I transition into a new part of my life. Feel free to check her pussy and see how excited she is to serve her beloved sorority going forward."

Almost immediately I felt a finger slide into my pussy. I didn't recognize the voice, but the comment was, "she's soaking." One by one, a series of fingers was slid into my pussy. Some we then pushed into my mouth for cleaning, some pinched my nipples and more than one sister squeeze my ass. Even though I had cum not ten minutes earlier, I was desperate to be brought off again. As that was happening, my mind was still trying to comprehend that Karen said I would be serving the entire house. Exactly what did the Alumni Liaison do?

As the sisters were feeling me up, Kelsey had me describe all of the events of this weekend. It was deliciously naughty to describe how I had been Kelsey's submissive slut at the same time I was being anonymously fingered. At a couple of points in the story, liked when I described by orgasms during the gangbang, a voice called out in agreement about how hard I came. Obviously one of the girls from the cabin was in the room. The Kelsey dropped a bombshell. She told the sisters that I had been trained in the same tradition as Karen and that they should expect the same fine loyalty from me. Nobody commented, but I knew Kelsey was 19 and Karen had apparently been the house slave for five years. That didn't make sense. Fortunately, Kelsey completed her comment by saying that Karen had been trained by her mother and grandmother. As I was pondering what that meant, the finger inside of me curled up and started to tap my g-spot. At the same time, I felt a sweet, soft set of lips brush mine. I knew immediately who they belonged to.

"Hello, Mistress Kera," I said.

"Hello, baby girl," she replied. "I've missed you."

I had to chuckle to myself since she was younger than me but thought of me as her baby. Then I felt a hand grip the back of my head and pull me forward for a more savage kiss.

"Hello, Mistress Kate," I replied.

"You always were a quick study," she replied. "I have received nothing but good reports this weekend from my granddaughter."

I almost came when I thought about Kelsey being part of my submission lineage that included her mother and grandmother. Clearly, they had taught her how to be a Domme and that is why her style appealed to me so much. I was happy Kate was here, apparently for my coronation. She was the one most responsible for the arch of my life. And needless to say, I was looking forward to pleasuring both her and Kera. That would happen in good time, but first I had to prove my worth to the other sisters. I am sure some of them were the ones in Kelsey's room this afternoon. Karen informed me I was going to pleasure all the sisters that remained in the meeting room. She also said, because of my generous donation to purchase Kelsey, I was responsible for two new additions to the house playroom. The first, chosen by unanimous consent, was a Sybian. The second, only purchased because of my exceptionally large bid, was a fuck machine. I wasn't even sure what that was, but it sounded fun. Apparently, a local adult store had both in stock, and when Kelsey's bid went so high, Karen went out and purchased them so we could try them out tonight instead of waiting for them to be shipped.

Kelsey then spoke up. "Sisters, I know we are going to enjoy both these toys. We now have to determine who uses them first. I suggest that Susan and Karen get to try them first as they are responsible for their purchase. Then Susan will be more than happy to pleasure you to your heart's content. I imagine Karen will be happy to help as her going away present as well."

Karen responded, "I want to ride the fuck machine. I've never tried one before."

I'd never used either before, so I was fine with getting to use the Sybian first. I was kept blindfolded. I'm not sure why, except to heighten the sensation of not knowing what was going on and to be reliant upon my sisters to take care of me. I was fine with whatever the reason was as my time being masked over the years was always good. Two sets of hands took hold of me by the elbows and guided me into position. Then then helped me sit down onto the Sybian. I felt a small dildo slid into me and a hard-plastic nub position itself on my clit. I'd seen videos of the Sybian in action. I knew the power it could generate. This was going to be fun. In front of me I heard a soft moan. I assumed it was Karen getting position on whatever the fuck machine was. I'd seen those in videos too, but I knew there were many styles, so I wasn't sure what kind she had bought. I was surprised we were apparently facing each other. It wouldn't help me much, but if the visual of my riding the Sybian helped Karen get off, I was happy to participate. Of course, once the Sybian turned on, I doubted I would last as long as Karen.

I'm sure the fuck machine had its merits. There were times a woman just needed penetration and the fuck machine could do that as long as necessary. But the power of the Sybian was undeniable. Later I would learn how its speed control could be used to tease more than even the Hitachi Wand, but tonight, it was full speed ahead. I came the first time within a minute and I was begging the girls to turn it off within two. Of course, a chorus of "Turn it up" rang out. It was then I realized I wasn't even using it at full speed. Within two more minutes and two more orgasms I fell off of it onto the floor. Fortunately, I fell to the side and didn't get smacked by the fuck machine. Somebody lifted me up and helped me off to the side. Then I was positioned on my knees and my head was pressed against a pussy. I did what came naturally.

The sound in the room was a mixture of Karen's moans from the fuck machine doing what it was designed to do, I think it was Kate's moans on the Sybian and moans I didn't recognize attached to the pussy I was eating. This went on for at least an hour. I was passed from pussy to pussy and it seemed like everyone took a turn on the new toys. I had no doubt when I got to pleasure Kate, Kera and Kelsey. I knew their flavors well. I lost track of the number of pussies I was forced to eat. I'm sure some of them came back for seconds. I had been desperate to get the fuck machine in my pussy, but I had to finish my oral duties first. Finally, Kelsey told me I had earned my ride.

I really wish they had taken off my blindfold so I could see the fuck machine. I felt like a saddle, but it had some flex to it like a hammock. The most important part was a generously sized dildo that thrust up and down in the middle. The speed of this was controlled much like the Sybian. Only this time, somebody was using the controls to tease me rather than get me off as fast as possible. Soon I was begging for whomever was controlling the machine to fuck me as hard as it could. Kelsey announced to the remaining girls that I was also skilled at anal sex and if any of them wanted to learn about it, I would be a fine teacher. She also said I loved threesomes, so if any of the girls wanted to share me with their boyfriends, they would find me very accommodating. She didn't tell them that if they were aggressive how they treated me and just ordered me to do something, there would be few things I would resist. But they would find that out in due time.

The speed was kept too low for me to climax for far too long. The controlling sister would turn it up every couple of minutes to give me hope, but then slow it down. In a perverted way, it was wonderful. A little while later, they took pity on me and kept the fuck machine speed up long enough to let me cum again. Thankfully nobody was waiting for me to pleasure them a second or third time. The party seemed to be winding down. Somebody was still on the Sybian and the room stank of pussy, but I was done, at least for now. I was helped up the stairs, through the house where my naked body would be on display for anybody who didn't join the orgy and finally back upstairs to Kelsey's room. Only then were my wrists unbound and the blindfold removed. As I expected, Kate, Kera and Kelsey were all there. In a way, tonight was the culmination of all the training I had received from all of them over the past two decades. I loved them all. After hugging them all, I offered to go down on Kate and Kera for old times sake. I had a feeling as Alumni Liaison I would be doing down on Kelsey for the next three years. Kate differed, saying it was getting late and she was going to go back to her hotel. She said if I wanted to stop by for breakfast, she would be happy to provide cream for my coffee. Kera took me up on the offer and after I made her cum, she fucked my ass, just because she could.

Kelsey let me stay in her bed that night as I had given up the cabin because I had not expected to be staying Sunday night. That was the last time I spent the night in her bed. Future trips would find me bound to the bed in the playroom ready to be used by whomever needed me. I was there most weekends and if my scheduled allowed, the occasional Wednesday.

During my visits, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes were common. The KAT house lived up to its reputation and was even wilder than I remember it being when I lived there. I even helped out during new pledge selection helping determine which girls would live up to the KAT standards for wild lesbian sex. There was always at least one girl who figured out my true needs. The bottom drawer of the dresser became filled with BDSM toys. Not all of the girls participated, but I convinced some of them that I deserved a spanking or more for being so naughty after making them cum. In time, some of the girls moved to Boston after graduation. I didn't have a lot of time to spend with them due to my job, but I played with them when I could.

The wildest time as Alumni Liaison happened during Kelsey's senior year. She wasn't sure what her future held and whether she would be near Boston. I was hoping she found a job there and would move in with me. She and a couple of the girls from the house decided to go to Daytona Beach for Spring Break. I was invited along. I knew that my purpose would be to serve them. A week on the beach doing that sounded wonderful. What I didn't realize was how crowed Daytona was at Spring Break time (I know, that's stupid on my part) or that Kelsey had never given up on the role play game where I was her mom. This time her friends were fully in on participating. It was wonderfully humiliating. Outside the condo they would embarrass me and back in the condo that would use and abuse me. It wasn't a relaxing vacation, but it was amazing.

My time as Alumni Liaison lasted two terms. Ten years. By then I was worn out. I still went back a couple of times per year and still made a major homecoming donation. After all, we have to keep the house equipment updated. Kelsey unfortunately didn't move to Boston. She ended up in Philadelphia to be with a man she started dating. We would see each other a couple of times per year, but as they got more serious and eventually married, I knew the end to our playtime was near. She claimed he knew about me and didn't mind. I figured she probably was his Domme too, although we never played as a threesome. She would come to my hotel and take advantage of my giving nature. Sometimes she brought another girl, but never her husband. Eventually she got pregnant. That was the last straw for our playtime. A year later, I would meet her daughter, Kaeden. Maybe someday, when she went to Mount Holyoke and pledged KAT, her mom would tell her about Auntie Susan and what things she did for her mom, grandmother and great grandmother. Or maybe she would just find me in the archives. I'm sure there was a lot of information about my stint as Alumni Liaison.

I never regretted my family's decision that I should attend an all-girls college.

The End