[FF], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 5)

**Part 5**

Once Henry had left the house Judith was there to help soothe Sweetie and I. The thing about Judith is that her libido was even stronger than Henry’s and she had been looking forward to getting some action with her newest plaything once she was home from work. Henry had foiled her hopes for such an evening because neither Sweetie or I were in any condition to please her. However, she was compassionate towards us and didn’t let on that she was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to perform for a while. I knew I could take a lot, I was a pretty tough chick, but Henry had broken something inside me and my mind had gone numb from the shock of it all.

I’ve always been the submissive sort. I’m pretty shameless about it, actually. A good hard fucking accompanied by varying degrees of pain with a dash of humiliation has always been the perfect recipe for my best orgasms. On that night, it had all been too much for me to handle though. Judith could see it clearly when she looked at me. I had wanted to please Henry and I had wanted Judith to see me as a woman who could please them both, that was the job description after all. Numb as I was, both physically and mentally, the only two things I could feel in that moment were shame and fear. I was ashamed that I had broke down crying, that simply wasn’t the kind of girl I am. Moreover, I was afraid that after seeing in such an uncharacteristically broken and vulnerable state, Judith would no longer want me.

Still, when she ordered Chinese food and all three of us laid in her big bed together in silk pajamas watching movies until I dozed off, I had been reassured by the compassion that Judith showed me enough to ask her if she still thought I was worthy enough to stay with them. She kissed me on the lips in response, not sexually, like the goodnight kiss that she had given me the night before, but intimate and loving. Then she told me that she’d love it if I still wanted to stay after what happened and promised that she’d never let Henry hurt me like that ever again.

I believed her, and as it turned out, she had kept her promise she made to me that night.

The next day, my second day there, Judith had stayed home with Sweetie and I rather than going into work. It wasn’t a particularly grand gesture, but to me it seemed incredible that this woman would set aside her career for a day to get to know me better and let me get to know her.

That afternoon, as the two of us lounged naked beside one another on the secluded back patio, bathing in the warm light of the sun on that particularly cloudless day, Judith explained her tattoo to me. You see, Judith was, and probably still is, a magnificently beautiful woman. If I compared her to Aphrodite it would only be a slight exaggeration. I’ve always considered myself to be pretty, but Judith was the type of woman who seemed to be sculpted from marble. She had some minor cosmetic surgery on her nose, chin, and cheeks, but I’d never have guessed if she hadn’t told me later. So, the fact that she had used her back as a tapestry seemed a little out of place to me at the time.

Every tattoo has some meaning to the person it belongs to. I have my own and each of them means something special to me. To Judith however, hers wasn’t just for her, it was a compendium of every soul she had effected. Like the back tattoos of those Yakuza guys that tell a whole story with a single picture printed upon their flesh.

I don’t think I could ever do the beauty of Judith’s ink proper justice, but I have to at least try. The art was so realistic that if you looked straight at it, the perfect shading of the individual pieces made it appear as if it were almost three dimensional especially when her bare skin caught the light in just the right way. The most prominent piece was the scale, by which I mean the kind you see held in the hand of Lady Justice. I’m pretty sure everyone has seen that symbol before. The robed, blindfolded woman, holding a sword in one hand and a balanced scale in the other. That is the kind of scale I’m talking about. Judith’s scale was perfectly balanced, until she raised or lowered her shoulders. With a plate suspended from strings of silver ink on each of her shoulder blades, she could move and make it look like the scales were tilting to one side or the other. The intricately detailed bar connecting the two sides of the scale was inscribed with words in Latin that translate to,

“Look upon our Sins and Condemn us not. For we have aided these troubled souls.”

Upon each scale were two padlocks standing upright, each one inscribed with her and her man’s initials. A thick iron chain hung between the two locks, binding them to one another from their opposing sides of the scale. From the very center link of the chain, directly below the fulcrum of the scale, another chain connected to that one which ran down the length of her spine and coiled neatly atop a bed of thorny vines; the tips of the thorns colored scarlet as if each one had pierced flesh just enough to draw a single drop of blood. From the vertical chain, there were smaller chains that branched off from it horizontally to either side. Every single one of these chains were of varying lengths, some of them separate, some of them intertwining with one another. And nearly every one ended with a broken link. Held inside the broken links, as if in a vice, were individual names. At the time, there were seventy-eight names. Most were in English, some were in other various other languages like Thai, Russian, and one of the longer chains near the top was distinctly Arabic. Only one of the chains, the one at the bottom of the list halfway between where the list started and the thorns below, ended in an unbroken link without a name.

That chain, thirteen links in total, belonged to Sweetie. It had interwoven with one other chain, which wove together with one of the chains above that, and so on. That chain that wove together with Sweetie’s ended with the name Peaches. I would end up meeting Peaches later on, since she still visited the house from time to time, as one of the many girls in Judith’s ‘phone-book harem.’

Judith didn’t put the name of every girl on her compendium of troubled souls; only the ones that lived with them as her and Henry’s slaves. Judith added a link to the chains every single week for as long as the girl had lived with them. Some of the chains were the equivalent of three years, some were as short as only a few weeks.

Now, some might see this as a trophy or a score card, but to Judith, I think it was simply her way of showing us that we mattered to her in some way. She didn’t have a masochistic bone in her body, a sadist through and through, and the reason why Henry never struck her was because she wouldn’t have tolerated such treatment from anyone. So, the fact that she went to get poked by needles every single week couldn’t have simply been a form of self-flagellation for her lustful sins. I truly believe that she believed she had helped every single one of those girls on her compendium. Whether that is true or not, I can only make an educated guess based on my own experiences with her. However, if she treated those other girls half as well as she treated me, then she is as close to a saint as it’s possible for someone to be.

As Judith and I lay there together, she told me to trace one of the chains with my finger and she could tell me the name. Again and again, I traced a single fingertip from her spine to the end of a chain. Every single time, she got the name correct and told me a little about the woman. All of them had been young, like Sweetie and me, and as she reminisced about some of her favorite experiences with certain people on the compendium, it turned me on. Just as she knew it would.

I wasn’t jealous of all her other girls, I was envious. I wanted to be one of those girls that she would get wet from the mere remembrance of. As I had been tracing the lines on her back, I had mounted her, sitting my ass on hers so I know that she could feel how wet she was making me just by telling me all the sorts of experiences I might soon have with her. She wasn’t surprised in the least when I pressed my body against her back and began kissing her neck. I kissed down the length of her spine and once I got to the link just below Sweetie’s, I used the tip of my tongue to draw a new line, slowly making sure to intertwine it with Sweetie’s own chain. I ended the line with a kiss and told her that’s where I wanted my own chain.

The smile and look I earned from her then made my heart skip a beat. I moved back up and kissed her, long and deep, pressing my breasts against her back and unable to keep myself from pressing my hips firmly against her soft buttocks while still straddling her body. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted, but her kisses never seemed to last for the eternity that I wished they did. After we parted for a moment to catch our breath, Judith said,

“You’ll have to earn it.”

There was only one answer I could give,

“Yes, Mistress.”

Not even needing her smile as encouragement, but definitely welcoming it excitedly, I slid down her body, not pausing to kiss or lick her back even though I wanted to. While she continue to lay there waiting to see just how I might begin earning that first link, holding myself above her legs with a knee on either side of her for balance, I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them apart. She arched her back to give me a better angle and I could no longer hold back my desire to begin licking her. I started with her asshole, giving her a few long and slow licks before twirling the tip of my tongue around the rim. Every moan she elicited let me know that I was doing everything just right. By the time I began licking her pussy, she was already dripping. Judith was a mature woman and had a neatly trimmed bush in the front of her crotch. The area between her legs surrounding her pussy was completely free of hair and possibly the softest, smoothest part of her entire body. I lapped up the juices from her tight slit and she began to cum before I had even touched her clitoris. Rubbing my tongue over her labia, up and down, I continued until she pulled away.

Judith continued spasming for a little bit, then rolled over onto her back, beckoning me to come to her. I slid up her body making sure she felt every inch of my soft skin against her own. Our lips came together and we began to kiss deeply once more. I was straddling her upper thigh, my crotch grinding against her of it’s own volition. Her hands grabbed my ass, pressing me harder against her body. She spanked my ass and I let out a little squeak into her mouth as her tongue explored mine. She spanked me again and I made the sound again. I felt her touch her pussy and I thought she would begin rubbing herself. Then, as I felt her other hand pull one of my cheeks to the side, I felt her wet finger probe my asshole. She didn’t try to put it in yet, instead she was making sure it was nice and ready using her wetness mixed with my saliva so that she’d have no trouble sliding inside me; Judith was a very considerate lover, most of the time. She stopped kissing me long enough to suck on her finger before she moved it back to my crack. As I continued grinding, she slipped in her middle finger, then her ring finger, then she began to work them in and out in rhythm with my motions. All the while, she continued kissing me.

The climax hit me suddenly, unexpectedly, and I bit back my scream just long enough to bury my face in her neck. She continued fingering my ass, harder now, as I came. I had collapsed atop her. I was supposed to be the one pleasing her and I was suddenly as limp as a wet noodle. Judith pushed my face up just far enough so that she could stick those same two fingers in my mouth. She looked at me, still with a hungry look in her eyes as she forced me to taste myself. I licked and sucked on her fingers, swallowing my own taste, until all that remained was a glistening sheet of my saliva on them. When she pulled them from my mouth she put them in her own, tasting only my spit and seeming very glad that I had done exactly what she wanted without having to be told to. I could tell she wanted more, so when she said,

“I think it’s time I took you to my room and introduced you to some of my favorite toys.”

As always, there was only one possible reply to such a statement. As I slid off of her I answered,

“Yes, please.”

She gave me a little look and I immediately corrected my mistake. Answering her how she desired to be addressed, I added,

“Mistress.”

Judith’s perfect smile was the only reward I could have wished for at that moment.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ad7zrn/ffm_when_i_was_twenty_two_i_spent_about_a_year_as/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adu5pi/ff_when_i_was_twenty_two_i_spent_about_a_year_as/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/advokt/ffm_when_i_was_twenty_two_i_spent_about_a_year_as/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ae1zjx/ffm_when_i_was_twenty_two_i_spent_about_a_year_as/)

TL;DR: Judith, Sweetie, and I spend the rest of the night laying together and watching movies together in bed while I recover from the night’s harrowing experience. The next day, Judith stays home from work so we can get to know each other better. She tells me about her tattoo and some of the other girls that had once been in Sweetie’s position. I had already decided that I wanted to be her slave as well and show her just how serious I am, to both our great pleasure.

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