[FFM] [BDSM] The [F]irst time that both o[F] my DO[M]s [F]ucked me together (Part 3 of 3) (Long, but the audio version is great)

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(TL;DR in the comments along with links to all of the other parts)

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(While most of the relevant information is included in parts 1, 2, and 3 of the posts with the same title as this one, this is a continuation of “When I was twenty-two I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age” and this event was the climax of my first week with them. However, these three posts can be read or listened to in order as stand-alone posts. If you read these and want to find out how it all started, or if you just want to start at the beginning, links are in the comments)

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(All three of these posts have been proofread multiple times, so there shouldn’t be any grammatical errors, which is why the audio sounds so good)

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(This part picks up right where Part 2 left off)

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(Thank you all for allowing me to share some of my most intimate memories with you)

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(End notes)

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Part 3 – Twisted Passions

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Judith’s haunting visage pulled away from me, and suddenly my body was turning as Henry positioned himself between my legs. My eyes never left Judith’s tattoo as she disappeared into the large closet and out of site. I found courage when I envisioned where my mark upon Judith’s tapestry of ink would be. Henry slipped inside me then, needing no foreplay. I was never really that into watching porn, but I’ve been with plenty of guys who were into it, and who wanted to video tape themselves fucking me or of my face as I sucked their dick. But I had never done porn, and I was beginning to wonder if this whole thing was like the bdsm/porn version of those apparently unscripted hidden camera/prank shows on cable television.

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Instead of thrusting like I thought he would, Henry just parked his dick inside me and used the remote to change the video. There was apparently a playlist he wanted me to watch. Judith had gone out of frame by that point anyways, disappearing into a closet, and I thought I wouldn’t mind it very much if he wanted me to watch something else while he fucked me, or at least I thought I would.

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The second video that replaced one of the corners of the live feed, the one with Sweetie who was now laying on the bed with her legs hanging off of it, with a video of me watching Henry sucking off Sweetie on that second night, my expression was one of enjoyment. Then the next screen showed Henry putting the dollar inside me, and me crying; there was no sound, but I could swear that I could hear it. I guess the mind does funny things in certain circumstances. The third screen was replaced with a still image of my face of shock after I had smacked Sweetie, and the next was a video of Sweetie and I kissing with the honey. I was stunned to think that Sweetie might have kissed me there on purpose, but as the joyful version of myself walked away, I saw Sweetie’s face glance up to where the camera was and I was suddenly certain that she had simply forgotten that it was there during that moment together with me. I glanced over to see her still in the same spot on the bed, breathing steadily and looking away from me. I had no idea what she might be thinking in that moment, let alone what I was thinking, but I chose to just roll with it.

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I put my legs around Henry and wriggled my hips, while I looked at what he showed me. I wasn’t going to let him cow me over something like this. The main reason that I was so surprised they had hidden cameras was because they seemed to be so private. Though, I should have guessed that while they might not like other people looking into their lives, they certainly enjoyed looking into other peoples lives. There was also the whole potential for them using it to blackmail girls, but I never saw them do anything like that, if anything the videos were like their trophies of debauchery, and it didn’t really bother me all that much. If they wanted a show, I wouldn’t disappoint.

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Henry didn’t seem to protest my movements as I essentially used his cock to masturbate rather than give him any pleasure. Even handcuffed and bound, I didn’t find it too difficult to find a good rhythm. He replaced all of the screens with a video of me and himself that first night. The night he had paid me three hundred bucks and fucked me in every hole before leaving me on the rug in the middle of his study. He grabbed a hold of the waist strap and began thrusting into me, slowly the first few times, then suddenly hard. My legs tightened around him instinctively as I swallowed him all the way to the base.

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Then, he readjusted his grip on the straps so that they were as close to my waist as possible. He pushed me away a few inches, my legs not strong enough to hold my body still. Then he slammed me back onto his cock again. He did this over and over until I spread my legs for him. He pressed a button on the remote and my ankles were pulled upwards until there was only a foot of slack between my ankles and the mechanical frame above.

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He slammed into me again and again and I could do nothing to stop myself from climaxing. Even as I climaxed and writhed in the bindings, he continued to fuck me. Pulling me away until his head was right near my entrance, then he’d slam our bodies together hard enough to make my teeth chatter. To keep my pearly whites intact, I had to resort to my usual method of screaming “FUCK!” really loudly and for a really long time, until I was out of breath. I had mistimed the first half of the word and ended up biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I only realized this when I inhaled a deep breath and the metallic tasting fluid spilled down my tongue and into the back of my throat, causing me to cough.

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Henry stopped fucking me only after I had begun to panic, struggling in my bonds, I guess Judith must have poked her head out of the closet to check on me because she told Henry to give me a minute, with the same tone of voice a woman might use with their husband when they remind them to pickup some milk on their way back home. He took a couple steps back from me, crossing his arms and looking at me with a smirk on his stupid face. I don’t know exactly what had broken inside me in that particular instance. To be honest, it’s been over a decade and memory gets hazy. In my journal from that time, written before I went to sleep that same night, I wrote,

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“I hate him. Calling him a beast would be insulting to the animal kingdom. He just likes to make girls feel afraid. I don’t know how long I can put up with this kind of shit.”

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“He liked to watch me as I choked on my own blood. What kind of sick shit is that?! Jesus fucking Christ I must be crazy. If it wasn’t for Judith telling him to give me a minute I don’t think he would have stopped.”

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To be fair, I wouldn’t have choked to death or anything, but he had scared me. He had made me feel like a bound animal being eaten alive by a bear. I had struggled, trying to kick him, or head-butt him, or claw him, or anything to hurt him before he had backed away, smirking at me. All I could do was scream wordlessly and spit my blood and saliva at him, much of it spraying between my parted thighs, but a considerable amount simply landed in smeared droplets of scarlet down the front of my torso; as well as my aforementioned thighs. The rest of my spit landed on the floor between the two of us, but I noticed a few droplets had hit their mark. I spit at him a second time and that time I was much more accurate.

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Unmoved, Henry stood there smirking at me as I screamed at him and shook in my bindings like a wild animal incapable of figuring out how to get it’s head out of a bucket. The site of Sweetie laying on the bed was what sobered me. She was laughing humorously when I looked to her, likely showing her a rather ugly face in that moment, Sweetie said, “You’re pretty fiery, ain’t-chu?”

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Henry, still smirking, added, “That’s good. It means you’ll be fun.”

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Judith, having walked back into the room without my noticing, walked to Henry and took one of the remotes. She turned her whole body towards me and I realized she had every intention of continuing what Henry had started.

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Judith barely spared me a glance as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, picking up her thigh-high stilettos, these ones were white to match her uniform rather than her usual black ones. She pressed a button on the remote to change my bindings. My legs lowered and my shoulders raised until my ankles were only a little lower than my hips and my shoulders were nearly perpendicular to the floor, but not quite.

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Henry had walked over to the side of the bed, where Sweetie had crawled over on her hands and knees and began blowing him slowly and gently, keeping him hard until he’d stick his cock back inside me. Judith put her stilettos back on, but my eyes were fixed on her newest accessory. She had apparently been putting on a strap-on in the closet while Henry had been warming me up for her. It wasn’t particularly large, maybe about fifty-percent larger than Henry’s dick, but it was ribbed and certainly vibrated and rotated. The container of lubricant beside her told me loud and clear that the enema hadn’t been for Henry’s sake.

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Like I’ve said, I’m bisexual, but I lean towards men. There is, however, one particular combination of features that trump all men: a gorgeous, dominating woman who knows how to fuck with a cock. Judith hadn’t worn anything like that during our sessions, and none had been in her display cases in her room, so I had begun to think she didn’t like that particular sexual device for some reason. Like so many other times, my guesses had been wrong, because she certainly knew how to use it.

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Once her stilettos were back on, she picked up the lube and the remote and walked to me; one foot clacking on the hard floor directly in front of the other one as she walked around to stand behind me. Her strap on didn’t wobble, and I eventually learned that not only were the straps perfectly suited to Judith’s body, but there was a solid, rigid vibrating dildo inside her own vagina as she wore it. I could feel it vibrating slightly as she made me dip my hand into the container of lubricating gel and lube it up for her.

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“Use both hands, Slave. You’re going to want my cock slathered when I start fucking you.” Judith whispered in my ear.

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I obeyed Judith as I watched how much Sweetie was enjoying herself. Sweetie had one hand between her legs and was looking sideways at me while she continued sucking off Henry. Having an audience always made her feel vulnerable, and she liked feeling vulnerable for some strange reason that I hadn’t yet figured out.

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With a single finger on the side of my chin, Judith turned my head towards hers as I continued stroking her subtly vibrating synthetic flesh with my bound hands, my fingers ensuring that every single part of it was covered. Judith kissed me on the lips then, the sharp pain in my bottom lip as she sucked on it made me whimper and pause in my task. I heard Judith swallow my blood and saliva, then she licked the strands that had dripped down my chin, swallowing those as well. Our lips met again and she kissed me deeply, painfully, pressing firmly against my already swollen bottom lip. To someone like me, the pain was as exciting and as intimate as the kiss itself, and she made me forget my feelings of what had just occurred a moment before. Judith was the only person I had ever met who could drown me in what I can only describe as blissful suffering.

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Judith pulled away from my lips, the sudden absence of her lips on mine feeling like an unbridgeable void. I tried to hold onto her phallus, but it slipped out of my grasp with ease. I felt my bonds repositioning me, my shoulders pulled forward and my hips pulled back while my ankles stayed where they were. When I was bent forward enough to suit her taste, the frame lowered with a shudder that made me think for an instant that it might have slipped, but Judith was just adjusting the height to match her in the stilettos. Judith called to Henry to come join us. I could feel Judith’s tip sliding against my crack as I swayed slightly.

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Judith unclasped my handcuffs as Henry positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving Judith, showing her a smile that only she was ever worthy of to him. I closed my eyes, feeling Judith’s body press tightly to my back. I turned my head to the side as Henry pressed close to my front, I felt his hands underneath my ass cheeks and could hear the two of them kissing over my shoulder. I felt Judith’s hand brush my thigh as she grabbed a hold of Henry’s erection and guided it inside me once more. I sucked on my bottom lip as I felt him slide back inside me, but he didn’t thrust yet. I felt him spreading my ass cheeks while Judith angled her own phallus towards my back door. She slid it in, inch by inch, just as Henry had. The two of them were inside me at once. It was the first time that all three of us were together. And they were kissing one another; not me.

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In most of my three-ways, I’m usually in the middle. Either I’m the center of attention between two guys or me and another girl are kissing one another. This was the first time that I felt like little more than a conduit for two people to rub their cocks together. Yeah, that’s probably the least sexy way you’ve ever heard of a girl being double-penetrated, but that’s what it was. Like I’ve said before, more often than not, Judith’s girls, the ones that were tolerant of Henry anyways, were more like marital aids than sexual partners. I suppose that Judith may have been the only person in the world that Henry saw as an equal, a peer, a ‘lover’ for lack of a better term.

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As a masochist, I was pretty much just a conduit for their sadism to intermingle with one another. I wasn’t the first girl in this position, and I certainly wouldn’t be the last, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t insanely pleasurable to be in such a position.

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To be the conduit between the passions of two individuals who are so much alike and yet so different from one another is something that verges on the impossible to describe accurately. No words passed between them, just a long and deep kiss, as each of them thrust inside me. At first they were completely out of sync, but as I felt Judith’s strap on begin to vibrate and massage my insides then her hands move from my breasts down my body so that her hands could slip around Henry’s waist and grab a hold of his rear; she synchronized with his thrusts then. I could hear them kissing over my shoulder, behind my head, and even though I was literally the center of their attention, I felt very alone in that moment.

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For those of you who’ve never experienced the full extent of what it is to be a submissive, there is a certain state that one can achieve when nothing is required of you, and you are able to close your eyes and merely experience the sensations and emotions that radiate throughout your very being as you get fucked.

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The pain is what kept me somewhat ‘sober’ during that first experience with Judith and Henry.

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Occasionally, Judith’s hands would slide back up by body whenever she felt me start to go slack in my bonds. She would grab a hold of my breasts and squeeze, occasionally pinching or twisting my nipples which she had pierced only a few days previous. Regardless, I became lost in the sensations. The only ticking of time was noted by the thrusts of bodies pressed closely to one another. My flesh was crushed between their passion, both of their bodies felt like furnaces that liquefied my spirit and mind. Their passion inflamed mine, but there was nothing for me to do, bound as I was. I simply enjoyed the pain and the pleasure, the hatred and the envy towards these peoples love for one another. I was still under the impression that Judith valued me; which she certainly did, just not in the way I had been thinking and/or hoping for.

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The two of them filled me up and left me empty over and over again. And I don’t mean that in merely a physical sense. My desire for Judith’s touch meshed together with my revulsion for Henry’s touch. My low-burning hatred of the man fueled my lust for Judith’s attention.

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There was a long moment during our first time together that stuck with me. In hindsight, I believe it was merely some kind of test as they continually mapped out where my personal boundaries lay, but at the time, in the moment, I believed what they hinted at was one of their kinks. So just try and stick with me on this next part if it ain’t your cup of tea.

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I’m pretty sure that most of the people that have read this much of a “long-post” on a gonewild subreddit are at least a tiny bit ‘familiar’ with Sigmund Freud, the ‘father of psychoanalysis’ so I’ll just cut to the chase. Judith started humming nursery rhymes in my right ear. Yeah, pretty fucking weird, right? At least that’s what most people would’ve thought in that moment, but after I recognized, “Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star” my first thought was,

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“Oh, she wants me to do a little daddy-daughter role-play? Yeah, I definitely got this one…”

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You see, since the time I started fucking dudes who were over thirty, I had already tested that particular sexual-psychological button on quite a few occasions and found that not only did it not repulse me, but it excited me. I don’t suppose it should be too surprising that a woman who found pleasure in pain and shame didn’t have any good male role models while growing up. So, the prospect of referring to a man over twice my age as “Daddy” sort of just did it for me. Especially if I didn’t really like the guy I was fucking at the time. I guess that’s one of the things that makes me a good slut; being able to find enjoyment in circumstances that would traumatize most people. I’m not saying I was the toughest bitch around, though like many women in their early twenties I surely thought I was, but I had a pretty open mind and what I believed to be a pretty good sense for people. I kind of fudged up a bit when it came to Judith and Henry.

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As Judith transitioned into “Itsy Bitsy Spider” I looked up to Henry and whimpered, “Daddy! Fuck me harder daddy!”

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This earned me a painful twist of each nipple, followed by a slap across the face that Henry had to pull back to deliver. Judith and him had lost their synchronization, Judith hadn’t lost pace, but Henry had had no choice if he wanted to slap be hard enough to shut my mouth. He had miscalculated on both accounts and looked at me angrily, having taken his eyes off of Judith. I both feared and reveled in his attention.

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I pulled him closer, as best as I could with my legs still bound, forcing him close to me. He had stopped thrusting, and I called to him, “Please Daddy! Don’t stop! You’re so close to making me cum! Daddy please!”

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Most men might have been taken aback by such a display of debaucherous innuendo; not Henry though. The man was a twisted soul, with hardly any empathy or remorse. It was as if he wasn’t entirely human. He simply hit me again; a slap across my cheek. I begged him to hit me again, once more referring to him as “daddy” instead of “sir” like usual. After that he grabbed onto the straps around my waist and began thrusting hard to shut me up. I managed to get out “Daddy! It Feels-! So good-! Dad-! -dee! Fuck me-ee!”

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There was no harmonious rhythm anymore, I felt Judith behind me, still pressing close, but no longer thrusting. I felt her nibbling, kissing, licking, and sucking on the skin on my shoulders and neck. Her phallus still slid in and out of my ass but only because Henry was moving my body between the two of them. I hadn’t even realized it yet, but my hands were clasped around the back of his neck and I was helping him as much as I could. Our faces were only a few inches apart as I slid back and forth in those few inches between the three of us. I kept egging him on, and eventually he brought his face close, as if to kiss me, but I knew what was coming, and I parted my lips to accept it. He spit in my mouth, I swallowed his spit and said, “Thank you daddy! You taste so good! More daddy! Please Daddy!”

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I’m not certain if I was hoping to turn the tide in our battle of wills, but I was certainly getting a reaction out of him for my efforts, so I continued. Judith would occasionally grab my breasts or twist my nipples, but for the most part she just continued humming, occasionally letting out a chuckle when I got a reaction out of Henry.

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I can safely say that on that particular night, I fought Henry to a stalemate. Which, long-term, was always the best possible outcome. Sex with him wasn’t just some hobby, or bodily maintenance, or whatever, with him it was always a battle, of wills and bodies. Henry liked to dominate, but he loved a challenge. I used my hatred as a bulwark against the pain he inflicted upon me, both physical and emotional, and Sweetie and Judith proved to be the soothing salve for my battle wounds.

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I had only let my hatred take full control twice that night, I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt the flesh of his chest in between my teeth. I had apparently attempted to dig my claws into the flesh of his back and tear his body asunder. The only thing that had stopped me was the fact that my fingernails had all been clipped down to the digit so that I might ‘better serve’ Judith. The other factor was, of course, the lubricating gel that still coated my hands. Essentially, I had just given my sworn enemy a back rub while he fucked me, not really a very conducive thing to winning a war of wills.

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As I broke the skin of his torso with my teeth, he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed hard enough that I felt my airway cut off and the blood pressure in my face skyrocket, so strong was his grip around my vulnerable neck. He had made me let go, but I had won. My reward was looking into his eyes as he came inside me, followed soon after by Judith’s kiss as she hummed “London Bridge” and began to thrust harder while she kissed me; taking up Henry’s slack. He was breathing heavily now and all four of my cheeks were stinging from the onslaught that I had suffered at his hands. I kept my legs wrapped around him and I felt Judith begin to climax shortly afterwards. I had lost track of how many times I had climaxed that night. That first time with the two of them, one moment would just flow into the next and my memory the day after hadn’t been so great, let alone over a decade later. But I remember calling him “daddy” and he both hated and loved it.

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That definitely wasn’t the last time that we’d role-play that particular kink; and I’m not certain which one of us enjoyed it more.

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Our time together that first time could have lasted a half hour or a few hours, there’s no way of knowing really. After I was let down from the straps, Judith took me into the adjoining bathroom while Henry took Sweetie into the central bathroom. Sociopath or not, I believe that Judith truly enjoyed tending to me in the aftermath, whether my spirit had been shattered or I was merely a bit fatigued. Those were always my favorite times with her; the two of us alone in a bath or shower, letting her caress my fresh pains with her soothing touch. It was what I loved most about the woman, how she made me feel completely safe and as if the whole world was alright with the simplest touch or smile.

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After our bath together, Judith, Sweetie, and I laid in Judith’s bed together, eating reheated take-out and watching movies until we fell asleep in each-others arms. Sweetie was the first one down, and while Judith and I laid on our sides facing one another and talking in whispers, she had just asked me if I wanted to come with her the next night for when she got my very first link of my chain inscribed on her back, I said,

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“Of course I want to come. I want to be a part of you. But I’m not sure if I can take being with Henry every night. I’ll do anything you want me to, but I don’t like being with Henry. I’m sorry.”

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She kissed me briefly on the forehead and told me, “You don’t need to worry about Henry. Sweetie likes taking care of him. I wouldn’t mind having you all to myself. There are still so many things to teach you, after all.”

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I took a long breath, then told her, “That’s not quite what I meant. I love being with you. I would just rather that you be around when Henry’s attention is on me. I don’t mind him being rough with me, I just don’t want him to be cruel. Tonight he wasn’t cruel, and I think that’s because you were there. What do you think?”

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Judith smiled, and this time she kissed me on the lips before replying, “I think that will work out just wonderfully.” Her fingers rubbed the smoothness between my slowly parting legs. She kissed me intimately, whispering, “Yes, I think that is a wonderful idea, Honey.”

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And just like that, she had given me my slave-name. And what a deliciously apt name it was for me.

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The next night, we went to her tattoo artist, while Judith added a link to Sweetie’s chain and started a chain of my very own. While we were there I got a tattoo on my ass cheek of ‘Winnie the Pooh’ eating a jar of honey. Half the reason is the honey, the other half of the reason being that Winnie the Pooh was always half-naked. Yeah, not a very deep meaning behind it, but Judith very much enjoyed slapping that ass cheek in particular during our future sessions which gave my tits the time needed to actually heal, thankfully.

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For the next several weeks Judith continued my training. Sweetie took care of Henry in the mornings, but both of us took care of him when he came home, then I would either spend an hour or two as Judith’s “honored pupil.” or sometimes she’d take Sweetie and I out to dinner or shopping before she fucked me. Unless she had food poisoning or some other temporarily debilitating illness, she’d never fail to get off at least a couple times a day.

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Not a single moment I spent with Henry and Judith together was either wholly agony or bliss, but always somewhere in between. They may have gone about it in a really fucked up way, but by the time I decided to leave them, nearly a year after first meeting Judith in that bar, I feel that I was better off than many college graduates, especially financially. After all, Judith took care of her girls, and I believe I was one of her favorites of all time, as much as someone like her could have a favorite anyways.

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Just as Sweetie had helped to recruit me, I had helped to recruit several other young women during my time there. I can’t say for certain how it turned out for some of them, but for the ones who I did see part ways with Henry and Judith before I did, they were all generously compensated for their time, work, and of course, their silence.

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Some of you might be expecting me to start into a “hash-tag me-too” speech right about now, but that isn’t the case. I really do mean that they did good for me and for Sweetie and I am truly grateful for the role they played briefly in my life. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them. Red flags, flaws, kinks, and errors in judgment be damned, they gave me the time of my life, and I don’t just mean sexually, though that was certainly a positive.

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Honestly, Sweetie and I burned through most of the money we had earned from our morally, and certainly ethically, gray position as their “housekeepers” when we were still in our twenties. It turned out that life can be pretty expensive, even if you’re conscientious about spending. Like I said before, the money was only ever an excuse to be with Judith and Henry, the real treasure was learning from them. In a strange way, Henry was kind of like the asshole dad that I never had. My passion towards him lessened over the months and eventually we started becoming close, I’d sleep alone with him often during those later months. Weirdly enough, he’s the only man I’ve ever been “monogamous” with; if you don’t count Judith and her other girls, that is. It turned out that he wasn’t a complete asshole, and I fell for him just a little bit, the same way Sweetie had already started to before I had first met her.

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Judith had been very difficult to say goodbye to. From the last time we fucked while I lived with her to that day we hooked up five years later at Sweetie’s wedding, hardly a day went by that I didn’t think of my gorgeous dark-haired mistress and wonder what she was doing at any given time. Even with all the time and distance, I still sometimes wonder. To this day, Judith is still one of the most incredible people I have ever met and I have never truly stopped desiring her. I suppose that she just has that effect on people.

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Even though I don’t think that Judith and Henry felt anything like love for me or any of their other girls, I still love them; but maybe I’m just another freak like them.

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(The End)

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