Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 07 By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones
*** Rose's POV ***
The rest of the weekend was a whirlwind. Jeannie had me make us breakfast. I then had to kneel on the floor beside her while she ate. When she was done, she fed me her leftover scraps. I received chunks of crust from her toast and was allowed to drink coffee from a bowl on the floor. The plate of eggs and toast I had prepared for myself went untouched on the table. I was famished, but I had to wait my turn. I could do nothing without her approval. I spent all day Saturday and Sunday until just before her parents were due home alternately pleasuring her (I'm getting much better she says) and acting as her domestic servant cleaning the house, doing the dishes, washing her clothes and the like. She kept stringing me along with promises of the opportunity to act out my slut fantasies like we had Friday night, but it never happened. To be sure, she did fuck me with the strap-on both Saturday and Sunday. She also ordered me to masturbate a couple of times while she watched. I had orgasms in several places around the house including her parent's bed and on the kitchen table. But it wasn't quite the same as Friday night. There was something special about last Friday. I don't know if it was the thrill of possibly being caught spying on my mom or the newness of first hooking up with Jeannie, but I never reached the peak Saturday or Sunday that I had on Friday. Jeannie now seemed inexperienced to me. She appeared to have been well prepared for Friday night, but after that wasn't sure what to do with me. We had fun on the weekend, but I was thinking I needed something more. Maybe I needed somebody with more experience like Nicole or the other woman I'd seen with my mom. As I was leaving, Jeannie told me to keep Wednesday night open. She said she knew of a club I would love and that we were going to go out dancing. I was about to tell her no when she planted an adoring and passionate kiss on my lips. I could feel my knees buckle the way they had Friday night. Maybe I should give her another try. I told her I'd see her Wednesday.
*** Sandra's POV ***
Just like last weekend I needed all day Saturday to recover from the night Nicole and Erin had given me. At least this time my daughter didn't show up early in the morning and I could sleep in. Before she left Nicole told me she had another fun filled Friday planned for me next week. Apparently this was going to become a habit. I wondered if she had other women scheduled on the other nights of the week. She also reiterated her instructions that I should masturbate six times a day but was not to cum. I was also to keep my pussy bare and to bring a bag of toys to the office, just in case. I think the last instruction was the most difficult. By the time my afternoon "coffee break" was over Monday afternoon and my juices were running down my leg again, all I could think about was the bag of toys under my desk and the wealth of pleasures they promised. I had two more sessions with my finger scheduled for Monday night. I was never going to make it.
Fortunately for me Nicole was apparently feeling horny herself and allowed me some relief. Just before bedtime Monday night she phoned me. Our conversation was all business and by all business I mean there was no idle chit chat. We started with me describing how I had masturbated at the office and ended with her ordering me to be naked and bent over the couch with three fingers in my pussy. Nicole apparently was masturbating too because I could hear her moaning. I begged for permission to cum, but she would not relent. I could tell she was getting close to cumming as I described everything I was feeling, how juicy I was and how much I was in love with her. Yes, I told her I loved her. I kind of slipped out the way you call out someone's name in the heat of passion. She didn't tell me she loved me, but her own animalistic sounds did ramp up after I made the confession. Once again I pledged my loyalty to her as her sex slave. That seemed to do the trick and soon I was treated to the heavenly sound of my mistress achieving orgasm. She didn't even make me beg after that. She just told me to cum and hung up the phone. I was disappointed she didn't want to listen to me climax. I knew I was born to give her pleasure and that is what I had done, but at least she could have stuck around for a few minutes. Of course all those thoughts and a dissection of her motivations happened after I came when I was lying in bed alone. In the moment, my brain was focused on the three little words she said, "You may cum."
The moment she said them the dam burst and I climaxed. How naughty I must have looked bent over the arm of the couch like a wanton whore drilling myself with my fingers. My cries of passion reverberated around the house as three days worth of teasing were released. My orgasm washed over me in wave after wave. When I finally calmed down I was covered in sweat and pussy juice. I felt grimy physically and filthy emotionally. But my lust was temporarily satisfied. At least until morning when I started the teasing process over looking forward to the next time my mistress said those three magic words.
*** Rose's POV ***
Jeannie didn't call me either Monday or Tuesday. I started to wonder what was happening between us. I got an email from her early Wednesday morning that she would pick me up at 9pm to go to the club. That seemed a little late, but I was certainly game. She told me to wear the same skirt I had worn last Friday but to wear a white blouse tonight instead of the blue one I'd worn then. That seemed like a strange detail. She didn't mention underwear. All morning I obsessed over why she had not specified what kind of underwear she wanted me to wear. I also was distracted wondering what she had planned. All in all it was a day spent thinking about sex instead of working. Fortunately my manager doesn't keep a close eye on what I do.
*** Sandra's POV ***
Tuesday I returned to my schedule of teasing myself six times per day. Having cum on Monday night I wasn't too stressed about not cumming Tuesday. Sure it would have been nice, but I wasn't feeling as desperate as I had on Monday afternoon. Maybe I was learning how to control myself better. Late Wednesday afternoon my phone rang. It was our receptionist. I had a visitor. At first I couldn't imagine who it was and then I remembered Nicole said she was going to stop by one day to check up on me. I was glad I had shaved my pussy this morning. I also didn't have to worry that it wasn't wet and ready like she commanded. It always seemed to be that way these days. Even so, just hearing she was in the office had me feeling all squishy. I hurriedly walked to the reception area to greet her.
I was shocked by what I saw. Nicole was dressed every bit as a professional business woman right down to a monogrammed leather briefcase. I'd only seen her dressed either very casually (at my house) or as a dominatrix (at the hotel) and it had never occurred to me that she could play this role too. I tried to act as if she was there for a business meeting, but inside my guts were churning thinking about what she would have me do in the office.
I didn't want to bring her back to my area where my coworkers would see her. They might begin to ask questions. So I asked our receptionist if any of the conference rooms were available. I told her I mistakenly had forgotten to reserve one. She offered me two choices, the main conference room and a small auxiliary one. I imagine she was surprised when I picked the smaller one. It was a simple choice for me. The large conference room has a glass wall along a busy hallway. Whatever Nicole had planned I didn't want her doing it where I would be seen. The small conference room was really more of a closet with a small table and four chairs. More importantly, the room had no windows. Nicole didn't seem surprised when I led her there. She commented that I probably was smart not to let her coworkers in on my secret life. I blushed.
Once the door was closed, Nicole was clearly in charge. The first thing she had me do was remove all my clothes. I stood before her naked at the day I was born. She didn't lock the door. I commented on it but she told me not to worry, but that didn't stop the butterflies in my stomach. If anybody walked in I'd be fired for sure. Even though my brain was concerned, my pussy and nipples were clearly not worried. Both displayed my arousal. Nicole had me stand in the inspection position. Even though she had examined me many times, standing with my hands on my head while she moved around me never failed to get my juices flowing. Of course today my pussy was already wet, but now when she first pushed a finger inside of me she felt a torrent.
Nicole played with me a little but she would not let me cum. She had me stand in inspection for about 15 minutes as she slowly toyed with my pussy and nipples. It was clear she wasn't going to give me the satisfaction I desired. While it was agonizing for me, she seemed to take great pleasure in keeping me from going over the edge. Finally she said she must get going. I hoped that meant she would get me off. Instead it meant I had to clean her fingers and then she told me to get dressed. I was very disappointed and I'm sure that showed on my face. Just before I thought she was going to open the door, she paused and looked at me.
"I almost forgot. I brought you a treat," she said placing her briefcase on the table. Now that I was dressed again why did I think she was pulling out a vibe to fuck me in my clothes? Instead of a vibe she produced a cylinder that looked like a test tube. I had to squint to focus on what was inside. Immediately I wished she had fucked me in my clothes instead of handing me the vial and telling me to drink up.
"I was at a party last night," she told me. "I was telling my friends about my great new personal slut. They all wish I had brought you. Well the guys told me that. Their girlfriends were pretty happy that I didn't. Anyway I passed around that container for the guys to fill with their jizz. About 10 of the guys did. The girlfriends of the others objected so it's not full. But it is good enough for you."
It had been a while since I'd tasted the load of a young man. I'd never really liked it anyway. I would swallow my husband's seed on special occasions, but it wasn't a regular thing. Now I was being ordered to drink down the fluids of 10 men. I think it was a tribute to how much I'd grown with Nicole that I didn't even give it a second thought. I just popped the cap, tipped my head back and poured it in my mouth. As bad as warm cum is, day old cum which felt like it had been in a refrigerator is even worse.
"Don't swallow it right away. Swish it around your mouth and then gargle with it," Nicole commanded.
I felt like I was tasting a fine wine as I swished the semen back and forth. Instead of spitting out the wine however, eventually Nicole told me to swallow it. I felt a little nauseous.
"Don't have anything else to drink or rinse out your mouth until you get home."
With that one final command she left. I was alone in the conference room with my juices running down my thigh and the sperm of 10 guys giving me cum breath. As I walked back to my desk I tried not to talk to anybody and when I had to, I tried to speak at an angle instead of directly to them. I had the distinct feeling everybody could smell the cum on my breath and the scent of my arousal from between my legs. The rest of the afternoon was the longest in my life.
*** Rose's POV ***
When I got home I quickly got prepared to go out with Jeannie. Even though she said she would not pick me up until 9 I wanted to be ready in case she arrived early. I made sure I dressed exactly as she instructed. My short easy access skirt, stockings with a garter and a white blouse were easy enough to put on. With my heels on I looked great. I didn't put on a bra because she said to dress like last Friday and I had not worn one then. It probably would just get in the way anyway. I struggled to choose underwear. Last Friday I had not worn any, but we were going out to a club so at the last minute I slid on a cheap thong. If I happened to lose them during the night I wouldn't be too upset.
Since I was ready early I sat in my living room waiting for her. I tried to still my pounding heart. It wasn't easy. Tonight was going to be my second adventure with Jeannie. I hoped she had put as much effort into planning tonight as she did into last Friday. Part of me was worried it would turn out more like Saturday and Sunday had. I watched as the minutes clicked off the digital clock on my DVD player's front panel. Time seemed to stand still. Finally at 8:55 the door buzzer alerted me to her arrival. I hit the talk button.
"Hello. Is that you Jeannie?" I asked.
"Hi sweetie it's me," was the reply.
"I'll be right down," I told her.
"Buzz me in I have something for you," she said, this time in a more commanding voice. I liked the sound of her voice. It sounded much more forceful than it had last weekend. I hit the door lock button. I also stood at my front door trembling with anticipation.
Jeannie arrived dressed for a night of clubbing. She gave me another passionate kiss like the last one we shared at her house on Sunday. Quickly any thoughts I had of tonight being a disappointment were washed away. We were still standing my doorway making out as she began to run her hands up my legs and under my skirt. Anybody in my apartment building's hallway could have seen her squeeze my ass and would know she was rubbing the front of my thong. I gasped as she pushed the thin material to the side and easily slid a finger inside of me. What would my neighbor's have thought if they had seen her then push that finger into my mouth so I could taste my own flavor? I pulled at her to get her inside and tried to steer her toward the bedroom. She gave me a disapproving look.
"Are you trying to dictate what we do tonight?" she asked?
Suddenly I realized the errors of my ways. I paused and carefully considered my reply.
"No mistress. I'm sorry. Would like a drink before we go to, um, loosen up." s "So you're nervous about tonight," she replied. "That is understandable. OK let's have a drink. The club isn't going anywhere."
Jeannie walked into my apartment and we went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. While I was standing at the counter preparing to open it, Jeannie came up behind me and pressed me against the cabinet. Her hands reached around me grabbing my breasts in a firm grip. She began to squeeze them and then she began to pinch my hardening nipples through the thin material of the blouse.
"No bra, I feel. You must have assumed I would want to play with these," she said as she gave my hard buds a firm tweak. My squeal appeared to please her.
"Yes, my pet is in a saucy mood and wants to play, doesn't she?" mistress asked while running her hand under my skirt and between my legs for the second time. I didn't respond, I just moaned and leaned forward against the counter pushing my ass backward toward her.
Jeannie continued to pinch my nipple and rub my thong covered pussy. I continued to whimper. Suddenly she stopped. "Do you have that wine open yet?" she asked.
I fumbled back to reality. How could she just stop like that? I quickly opened the wine and poured two glasses. I moved to hand her one but she refused. "How soon you forgot," she said. "You may serve me in your living room."
Jeannie walked out of the kitchen. I was left to follow holding both glasses of wine. Jeannie chose to sit in my recliner instead of on the couch. I was hoping she would pick the couch so I could snuggle next to her and we could kiss some more. I handed her the glass of wine and then walked back over to the couch. Jeannie didn't say a word but her eyes spoke volumes. She was clearly upset with me. She kept looking at me and then looking at the floor next to the chair. Eventually I got the message a stood up. I began to walk toward her. I was about to sit down on the floor next to her when she asked where the TV remote was located. I pointed toward the TV stand.
"Hand me your glass and then fetch the remote. If we're going to waste time here at least I can be entertained."
That last comment pissed me off. How could she think the TV was more entertaining than I was? Of course I handed her the glass and walked over to the TV. After picking up the remote I turned to walk back but I saw her hand was in the air giving me the halt gesture. I was confused.
"Crawl to me," she commanded.
I dropped to my knees and crawled back to her. After I delivered the remote she positioned me sitting up on my knees so she could pat my head like a dog. She was treating me like the family pet. I loved it. Next she handed me my glass of wine and told me to drink up. I took my first sip as she turned on the TV.
Jeannie continued to pat and scratch my head like she was petting me. She didn't talk much. When I finished my first glass of wine she told me to bring the bottle. Of course I had to crawl back to the kitchen. I hoped she was watching my ass sway back and forth although I dared not turn my head to check.
I couldn't crawl well holding the open bottle, but I did manage to knee walk back to the living room. Jeannie seemed pleased and poured me another glass of wine. We continued to watch TV and not talk while Jeannie petted me. She was nursing her glass of wine, but I was happy to drink mine quickly. In the end she had just the one glass and I had three. It was now time to go. My head was spinning a bit as she lead me out of the apartment and to her car.
Jeannie told me to the door for her. It felt like we were on a date, which in a perverted sense I guess we were. After she sat down I walked back to the passenger door. As I was pivoting to slide into the passenger seat Jeannie grabbed the back of my skirt and held it up. "Always sit bare-assed when you are with me. Never have your clothing between your skin and the seat."
I took the back of my skirt in my hand and carefully sat down. The leather seat was cool to the skin but I knew it would warm quickly. I also knew it would be wet by the time we got wherever we were going. I hoped that was part of her plan. Actually I just hoped she had a plan like she did last Friday.
We drove through the night until we reached a bar I had not heard of before. It was definitely not on our usual dance club circuit. It was an out of the way place in an industrial section of town. There were many motorcycles parked outside. I never would have walking into a place like this alone. I was glad Jeannie was with me and didn't just tell me to meet her here. The parking lot also had a number of high end cars. They seemed out of place to me. I began to slide off the leather seat holding my skirt so I wouldn't fall until I was clear of the door. I felt deliciously naughty looking down at my fluids pooled on the bucket seat. I was thankful Jeannie didn't order me to lick them up like I'd read in so many stories. Instead we began to walk toward the door arm in arm.
Just then the roar of a Harley turned the corner. I paused scared of who was pulling up. The biker backed the snarling machine to the curb and cut the engine. Jeannie tugged at my arm indicating we should continue. I kept my focus on the rider and was surprised to when the helmet was removed the rider was a woman! I realize that is a sexist remark, but I was surprised. I turned my head to look at her again as we rounded the doorway. Jeannie didn't break stride.
"You had better be looking at me instead of her," she instructed me. "Now open and hold the door."
Again I realized I'd made a mistake and quickly moved to open the door for Jeannie. As she was walking through it she spoke to me again.
"Since you are so interested in that woman, you may stand here and hold the door for her. Then meet me at the bar. You know how I want you to sit."
I felt like a fool standing at the door of the bar waiting for the woman who had just rode up. She took several moments to stow her helmet on her bike, but eventually she walked toward the entrance. She looked amused that I held the door for her. She didn't strike me as the kind of woman who would let a man hold a door for her, but I guess it was different because I was an innocent young girl. She dismissed with a simple "thanks" and walked into the bar. I followed her. Her butt looked great in her leather pants. I wondered if Jeannie knew her.
The woman stopped at the near end of the bar and ordered a beer. I found Jeannie sitting at the far end of the bar. The stools were all full except for one next to her. As I walked over I tried to think of how she wanted me to sit. She said it like she had told me before, but I was struggling to remember. Fortunately just before I sat down I flashed back to her telling me that I was never to sit on my skirt. Jeannie was smiling as she patted the vinyl covered bar stool. I looked around to see if anybody was watching me. Convinced nobody really cared that I was there, I turned my back to Jeannie and lifted my skirt. It was a humbling experience as I scooted my ass up onto the stool. I was thankful the club was dark because I knew anybody who cared to look would be able to tell how I was sitting. Jeannie then leaned over and told me a lady would be sitting with her legs crossed.
She was right, of course, but crossing my legs also meant exposing a great deal of thigh. This was obviously her plan. I wasn't happy about it, but I did it. Without having the benefit of sitting on the back of my skirt, the slit now opened far wider than I had anticipated. From the right angle (or the wrong angle from my perspective) someone at the bar would be able to tell I was wearing a flimsy thong instead of panties as the top of my hip was now exposed. I hoped she wouldn't keep me displayed like this for long. I looked at Jeannie.
"Can I have another glass of wine?" I asked her.
"You may, but don't get too wasted. I don't want you out of control," she told me.
I spun around on the barstool to get the attention of the bartender. I kept my legs crossed. This meant my exposed leg was now on display to anyone walking past instead of just the woman sitting next to me. The bartender walked over. She was an older woman. It found out later she was also the owner of the bar. She was an older woman but was still very attractive. In many ways she reminded me of my mom. She examined me intently apparently trying to size me up.
"What will you have sweetie?" she asked.
"White wine," I answered.
"Of course. Where did you find this one, Jeannie?"
"We were neighbors growing up," Jeannie replied. "She just now is learning who she is."
The bartender seemed happy with that response and soon a large glass of white wine was presented to me. Jeannie asked the woman to start a tab and then told me to turn back around and face outward. As I sipped my wine Jeannie pointed out people she knew. I don't know why I didn't realize all the patrons were women sooner, but my awareness of my situation was tainted by my concern for the length of my skirt and how I was sitting. Suddenly I recognized that I was in my first gay bar. That helped me relax a bit. At least if Jeannie was going to show me off I'd only be in front of other women.
Jeannie seems to be taking pride in the fact that my posture on the stool was giving the other women in the bar the impression that I was available and looking for action. Several of them approached me and tried to pick me up just like a guy would. With Jeannie's silent prompting I turned each of them away until an older woman approached me. She looked like she could be the bartender's sister and also was about my mother's age. When she asked me to dance, Jeannie tapped me on my thigh and nodded her head in the direction of the dance floor. I took the woman's outstretched hand in mine and hopped off the stool.
I love to dance. It is something Jeannie and I did together frequently. Tonight was different, though, and not just because of where we were. Jeannie was watching me dance not participating. The woman I was dancing with had a hunger in her eyes I was not prepared to see. It was as if she expected me to do something. Sure I'd seen that look with guys dancing with me before when they had put in an evening trying to pick me up, but this woman had the look from the moment I took her hand. I began to wonder if she knew Jeannie and this wasn't some kind of random encounter. Either that or she recognized that I required Jeannie's permission to dance with her. If she had and thereby recognized me as a sub on loan, she would be right to assume I would do more than dance.
When the song ended I turned to head back to the bar. A slow song began and I once again felt the woman take my hand. I was pulled back onto the floor and spun around so I faced her. She was much taller than me and as she pulled me close my head nestled against the tops of her breasts. Her arms were wrapped around me very possessively. It felt wonderful and I melted against her.
We were swaying gently in time with the music. I had completely forgotten about Jeannie. My world had become this stranger and her pillow-like breasts I was resting my head against. Slowly she guided me across the dance floor until before I realized it we were in a dark corner of the club. Her embrace changed to a cradling of my head and an adoring kiss. I didn't stop to think. I just reacted returning her passion. Soon one of her hands left my head and began an exploration of my body. She stopped briefly at my breasts for a quick squeeze and check of my nipples for excitement. Apparently satisfied that I was reacting positively, her hand continued down and around to squeeze my butt and to pull me closer against her. I let her hand roam. I was lost in the fog of the moment. She now stepped back slightly giving her hand room to go up under my skirt. Here she could not mistake my body's overwhelming reaction to her touch.
She was still kissing me passionately when I felt her finger push aside my thong and slide inside of me. I passively allowed her to finger fuck me on the edge of the dance floor. Her middle finger curled inside of me tapping the soft spongy tissue of my g-spot while her thumb danced on my clit. I never stopped returning her kisses. I was putty in her hands. She was obviously experienced in bring a girl to orgasm. I never stood a chance.
I know she knew exactly what she was doing as I began to shake against her. Jeannie's command to only cum with permission was the furthest thing from my mind as my orgasm ripped through me. There was no way I could have prevented it anyway. I shuddered on the woman's hand and flooded my thong and thighs. When I finally opened my eyes and could focus on her again, she had a look of pride in having reduced me to a quivering mess. I could feel the heat on my face as I blushed at my sordid behavior. All of a sudden I remembered we were on the edge of the dance floor. Looking around the woman's shoulder I could see that our encounter had not gone unnoticed by some of the other patrons. I was overwhelmed with humiliation and I broke away from the woman and sprinted back to Jeannie. In retrospect that wasn't very nice of me after the woman had made me cum, but as seemed to be happening more and more frequently, I wasn't thinking straight. Fortunately there was a fresh glass of wine waiting for me on the bar. I needed it.
*** Sandra's POV ***
Wednesday night was boring. There was no other way to describe it. After Nicole's visit to the office I had incorrectly assumed she would show up at my house, call me to come and meet her somewhere or at least send me some cyber instructions. But she did none of those. I tried to contact Mistress D but she wasn't online either. I was incredibly frustrated. I almost came during my dinner masturbation session. By the time I went to bed, I had convinced myself it was Nicole's fault I could not control myself and I allowed myself to cum. Truth be told, I didn't take much convincing. Drinking cum in the office today was so wicked and I felt so dirty spending the afternoon with cum breath that it was a foregone conclusion I'd have to cum soon. Now the only question was whether I could keep my indiscretion a secret.
*** Rose's POV ***
As I approached Jeannie at the bar she was not smiling. I guessed she didn't mind that another woman had just fingered me to orgasm on the dance floor but she was upset with how I treated her after I came. She patted the stool. I hitched up my skirt and sat back down. I then grabbed the glass of wine and drained it. Setting the glass back on the bar the bartender was Johnny-on-the-spot and quickly refilled it. I looked straight in Jeannie's eyes.
"How could you do that?" I asked her.
"Do what?" she replied innocently.
"Let her to that to me?"
"I didn't let her do anything to you. You chose to let her do that. From what I could see you like it too."
"I thought that is what you wanted?" I told her in a whiny voice.
I watched as instead of responding Jeannie slid her hand under my skirt. She pushed my thighs apart giving her full access to my wetness.
"Well I can tell it was definitely what you wanted," she said emphatically. "This thong is doing no good. Slip it off."
I stood up and started to walk toward the bathroom. Jeannie grabbed my arm as I passed her.
"Do it here and leave it on the bar," she commanded me.
I looked at her in horror. Not only had strangers watched when I was brought off on the dance floor but now they would see the results of my actions. They would also see me taking orders from Jeannie. My embarrassment factor skyrocketed.
"Don't make me wait slave," Jeannie announced louder than necessary. "You've already earned punishment for cumming on that woman's hand. You don't want to earn a second do you?"
"No mistress," I meekly replied as I reached under my skirt and slid the soiled thong down my thighs and then off my legs.
I handed the thong to Jeannie. I didn't dare look around the bar but I was sure we had an audience. My horror continued as I watched Jeannie take my thong and rub the crotch around my wine glass. The glass became streaked with my juices as she ran the soiled underwear around the base and then all-around the rim. She then dropped the thong around the stem. She then patted the stool again. I gave her a look of disgust and then I sat down properly. She told me to pick up the glass. I did. She spun me around and told me to toast my fans. There were several women who had obviously watched me remove my thong and knew what was going on. I raised my glass for their approval. A couple of them clapped. My blush deepened. I took a sip of wine. It didn't taste as good now that it was mixed with my thong juice. But that didn't stop me from draining another glass. I could already tell I could only survive the night if I was wasted.
After killing two glasses of wine within minutes and having a very nice orgasm I was starting to feel the effects. I'd forgotten about the wine I drank at home or the first glass I had at the bar. I should have felt drunk but my body was surging with adrenaline. I spun back around and put the glass back down inside the strap of my thong. I then motioned to the bartender for another pour. Jeannie kind of laughed and told me I was finally relaxing and getting into the spirit. I reached over to her and pulled her head to me and kissed her hard. I'm sure my audience liked that too.
The rest of the night became a blur. I remember other women asking me to dance. Sometimes Jeannie would approve. Sometimes she would not. I was felt up and fingered every time I was on the dance floor, although not to the point of orgasm. At least not until Jeannie pulled me onto the floor during a slow song. She didn't worry about leading me to the dark corner like the first woman. She made me cum in the middle of the floor surrounded by other dancers. I had to wrap my arms around her neck to prevent myself from collapsing on the floor. After she was done I needed to sit down. Back on the stool she flipped the front of my skirt up completely exposing me. She also continued to stroke my inflamed clit. I continued to drink wine so I couldn't be held responsible for my actions. I was at total peace with the situation. I felt nothing but bliss.
I was wondering who Jeannie would choose to share me with next. I was actually looking forward to the next time she sent me to dance and then it happened. The door to the club opened and another older woman entered. That was not a problem in itself. But right behind her was the woman I'd seen with my mom last Friday. Thankfully she didn't know me but in my alcohol and orgasm fueled haze I couldn't distinguish if this was planned or was a random occurrence. I had no clue how many lesbian bars there were in our town. I can't imagine there were many. But all of a sudden I was struck with the thought that somebody I know or somebody who knows my family might discover me here. I began to panic as I thought about the woman asking me to dance. She looked about the age of the ones Jeannie approved of. Even if she didn't know who I was, how weird would it be to hook up with the same person my mom was seeing? My mind struggled to comprehend all the possibilities. My solution was to drain another glass of wine.
*** Jeannie's POV ***
The night had been perfect so far. Rose was systematically having her defenses broken down and I was loving every minute of it. I wasn't too surprised when Erin and Liz walked in. There were not many good lesbian bars in this town and certainly this was the wild one. I knew Rose would recognize Erin. She would not know Liz. I was sure both women knew I was bringing Rose here tonight. I hoped they would have a good sense not to interfere. At least not tonight.
*** Rose's POV ***
Soon I reached the point of alcohol consumption where the blur of the evening became a spinning room with seemingly non-stop feelings of euphoria and laughter. The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed. I was naked. The blinds were open, the sunlight was streaming in and I had a pounding headache. There was a garden gnome in my skull and he was using a jackhammer to try to get out. Why did I drink so much? Oh, that's right. Jeannie took me to a bar where I felt compelled to drink like a fish so I could act like a complete idiot. Well I can be an idiot without drinking but acting like an out of control slut required alcohol.
I crawled out of bed and into the bathroom where I threw up. At least I made it to the toilet. I felt a little relieved. I checked the time. It was 10am. I had totally slept through my alarm. I called my boss and told him I was sick and wouldn't be in today. That obviously was the truth. Thankfully he didn't press me on why I was under the weather. What could I tell him?
I made a pot of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. There was a note waiting for me. It must have been from Jeannie.
"Good morning Rose," the note began. "I'm sure you are still pretty wasted. I tried to stop you from drinking the last several rounds, but you kept telling me you were fine. Although I was shocked by the show you put on, I was pleasantly surprised at your apparent love of exhibitionism. We'll have to explore that further. I took a video with my cell phone as a memory. I'll send it to your email. I have plans for us tomorrow night. Drink lots of water today. It will help you recover. I'll talk to you later."
I had no memory of putting on a show last night. Actually I didn't have much of a memory of anything after my mom's friend came in. What did I do? I felt like I was going to be sick again, but it passed. I took Jeannie's advice and poured a large glass of water. I also took a couple of aspirin. I had to check my email. I needed to know what happened.
I sat down at my PC and turned it on. The wait was agonizing. Finally I got online. There were three emails from Jeannie each with one video. I downloaded the attachments to a folder. I double clicked on the first one opening Windows Media Player. The sound was tinny and mostly background noise of the bar. The picture was grainy but I could see myself grinding on the knee of the woman who came in with my mom's friend. I knew in my heart that the other woman couldn't be far behind. I heard my phone ring. I didn't look at the caller ID. I assumed it was Jeannie calling to tell me to get out of bed. Instead I heard my mom's voice. I dropped the phone and scrambled to stop the video or at least turn off the speakers.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I didn't usually call Rose too often during the week. We usually chatted only on the weekend. But I knew Mistress Nicole had something special for me planned Friday which by and large meant I would be worn out on Saturday. I didn't want to risk having Rose show up at my house again early in the morning so I figured I would call her in advance and tell her I was going out of town. I wasn't expecting her to pick up the phone. I called when I did so I would get her answering machine. I was surprised to hear her voice. She apparently dropped the phone. I heard a loud pop as it hit the floor. I wasn't sure what was going on. I cheerily told her I would be gone this weekend and that I would call her next week. I tried to make the usual chit chat that we normally have, but she seemed very distracted. I really didn't want to get into what was going on since it was time for my morning "coffee" break in the bathroom so I told her goodbye and hung up.
*** Rose's POV ***
I managed to get the speakers turned off on my PC before my mom heard the sounds of me moaning as I did a nasty bump and grind on the woman's knee. I was sort of listening to my mom talk but my focus was really on watching my own perverted behavior. Apparently I was having a grand time rubbing myself on the woman's knee. She seemed perfectly happy to allow a young girl to use her leg as a masturbation post. There was a crowd around us cheering me on. I didn't look like I was blushing. In fact I seemed to be reveling in the attention. How much must I have drunk last night?
Even if I was no longer humiliated last night, I was humiliated now. The fact that my mom was talking incessantly in my ear made it worse. The video ended right after I came soaking the woman's leg after which I fell onto the dirty floor. Why didn't I remember that? Did I block it out because it was such a bad memory?
With the video stopped I was able to concentrate a little more on my mom. Thankfully she didn't want to chat too long. I was glad because I was desperate to start the next video. After I started it I was not sure I wanted to let it continue. I was sitting back on my bar stool. There were two other women I didn't remember one standing on either side of me. One had her hand inside my blouse. She was obviously manipulating my nipples. The other had her hand under my skirt. Fortunately the video didn't show exactly what they were doing, but like the video of me grinding on the woman, it was clear from my facial expression that I was enjoying myself immensely. The bartender appeared behind me a pour yet another glass of wine. I must have drunk two bottles total. No wonder I couldn't remember any details and had a splitting headache. Like the last video, this one ended with me orgasming with the help of a stranger.
I was scared to click on video three. I was also getting turned on again. Even with a splitting headache, watching myself following the direction of these powerful women was fascinating. I reasoned that another orgasm would make me feel better so I let my left hand's fingers do the walking while I double clicked the video file with my right. I think I was glad I didn't remember what I did. The video started with my mom's friend holding my hand. Jeannie must have been holding her cell phone taking the video. A chair was pulled out from one of the tables and I used it as a step until I was standing on the table. Granted I wasn't graceful getting up there. I was far too intoxicated for that. Apparently, however, I was not too intoxicated to begin dancing for the assembled crowd.
Jeannie moved around capturing me from all sides and even showed how everyone in the bar was watching me as I did a slow and playful striptease. If that wasn't bad enough, when I was naked I began to pleasure myself for their amusement. The crowd was totally into my performance and cheering me on. At some point a dildo was passed forward. I guess the bartender probably had it hidden behind the bar. I didn't care where it came from only that I needed it right then.
Did I fuck myself in front of all those women? Yes I did. I was shameless. I also apparently was very happy. Even over the din of the cheering crowd my own cries of passion were clearly audible on the media clip. I noticed several couples in the background of the video were actively engaged in pleasing each other, but mostly everyone was watching me. I started to sway a bit too much as I began fucking myself in earnest. I must have been losing my balance as my arousal built toward its eventual release. A couple of good Samaritans helped me off my feet and onto my back. This limited everyone's view, but helped me to no end in being able to really give it to myself. Jeannie positioned herself above my head in a point-of-view shot of how I would see myself as I pounded the dildo in and out of my pussy. My eyes were closed. I was lost in the moment. I vaguely remember having three orgasms while dancing last night. Now I knew I had at least three more shown on the video footage. The crowd went wild when I brought myself off. They were hooting and hollering. I was naked on my back with the dildo deep inside of me when my blouse was tossed unceremonially back on top of me. The crowd began to disburse. I guess my show was over. The video ended shortly after that.
The video ended but my fingers did not. I was too aroused to quit now. I restarted the third video and I came twice more before it ended the second time. I was out of breath when I finished. I wondered if anything else happened last night. If something did, I hoped I would remember instead of having video evidence.