Kat’s Story
My parents came from the Bible Belt, deeply committed to their beliefs. They were stern, not unloving, but stern, break a rule and you knew it, well your ass did. It became easy to be compliant in the home. They also believed in the benefits of healthy competition, which meant we had to excel in sports and studies. I have a younger sister in LA who’s a psychologist, and a brother who is a scientist of some description, works for the National Transport Safety Board.
“Younger or older?” Mistress Anna asked.
“Both younger, Kristen is eighteen months younger and Jeb is the same younger than Kris.”
“Are they the same? Subs?” asked Mistress Julie.
“Jeb’s not, he took on the dom male role, as expected, but Kris, well, yes and no. When she feels like it I expect.”
“In LA.”
“Plenty of work for her there and she makes the occasional lesbian porn movie as well.”
“What! Porn?”
“Yes, I thought I saw her in a film, once, but that was later. I found this woman’s stage name and Googled it, saw a couple of her movies, and it is her, for sure. She doesn’t know I know and I’ve never said anything.”
“Well, this story just got a lot more interesting,” Mistress Anna said, “Go on, slut.”
Dad was working in Houston for NASA and when I was about nine, he took a job at JPL. I took up tennis in Pasadena, was pretty good at it too. We moved to Seattle when Dad became a lead developer for Microsoft, tennis was out, too cold, so I took up squash as a high school sophomore and played in local competition too. There were several lawyers playing in the same club and their legal discussions seemed interesting. I decided law was where I wanted to go and I never regretted it.
Sex was never discussed at home, it was never a part of our lives. When I got my period, Mom just told me to expect it on a monthly basis, put up with it. I got more information from my friends and in biology classes than I did from home. If there was a junior anti-sex league, I’m sure I would have been signed up to it. The emphasis was all negative actually.
I went to the local law school, Dad’s parsimony wouldn’t allow an Ivy League college, besides, it would mean I would have to leave Seattle and be out from my parent’s control. While at law school, a new lawyer, Jeremy, joined the squash club, and he connected with me very quickly. He asked me out on dates and dinner and outings, and eventually I gave in. Of course, he got a real grilling from my father, so we got off to a fairly rocky start. When it came to sex, I told him that if he wanted sex, he would have to marry me, he kept dating me anyway. What I didn’t know was that he was fucking anything else that moved, and his only interest in me was as the “unobtainable”.
I graduated, passed my bar exam, joined that firm and within weeks he asked me to marry him. We did, and my wedding night was just a flop. Oh he fucked me, several times he was a real stud, but I got nothing from it. Never did. I learned to suck his cock, fake passion and orgasms, but it was never enjoyable. Then it all changed.
We had been married for about three years, Stella was born. By then I knew about birth control but was becoming suspicious about the “long hours” he was working. Sure, young lawyers do work long hours, we both did. After Stella, I was working from home for three days a week. My Senior Partner was a good guy, he knew he could rely on me to produce first class briefs but still, it was long hours. I attended the obligatory social events and continued to play squash. Jeremy came home one evening, a little nervous, and began the strangest conversation we had. He was avoiding the point, but essentially I got that he had the opportunity to land a really big client, one that would guarantee a partnership. I thought that was terrific, but then he told me that part of the deal was me. This guy wanted to have sex with me.
I knew the guy who was making the deal, we had met and it seems he took a fancy to me. He wanted to fuck me, Jeremy told me, and that was part of the deal. At first I thought I was horrified. Really, I did. I turned, walked away and went to the bedroom and just went to bed. Then it hit me. I wasn’t really horrified, I was actually turned on. That feeling of elation, that someone was just using me. They had no love, I was just an object to be used. I didn’t recognize what it was, I had no idea that this is what being sexually aroused was. I had no idea that I really wanted to do this, actively cooperate in my own objectification. Jeremy didn’t come to bed that night, he slept in the guest room, the only person to ever do so.
In the morning I asked three questions. How big a client would this guy actually be? Was this a one off or was I going to be his personal whore forever? Would this account guarantee a partnership? The guy’s a property shark, so the firm would likely need a division to keep up with his needs, so probably a million dollars a year. That gave him, Jeremy, an advantage and create a precedence over every other partner-candidate, so yeah, a junior partnership was his for the taking. Jeremy then told me that this was to be a one off deal, the guy was getting me for a night.
I thought it was a very expensive night, for him, initially. Not at all, really, he would have to pay a legal firm anyway, so for a fuck, I get a better lifestyle. OK, I was now being somewhat mercenary, but the idea of being a toy for someone else’s pleasure, a thing used then discarded, I couldn’t resist it. I agreed. It happened and I had the best night of sex in my life ’til then. For the first time, I understood what all the fuss around sex was about. I loved it. I wanted more, but everything went back to the mundane. I had learned how to fake my orgasms better, not just off that Harry Met Sally movie. I loved Meg Ryan for that scene by the way.
“What happened then?” Mistress Anna asked.
For the next year it was the same, I was getting tired of Jeremy by then. No real passion, sex becoming less frequent, I still didn’t know about his playing around though. Then he came to me again, one night. He told me of another deal in the offering. Same deal, only this time, the guy’s wife would be watching. The benefits to the Firm were stupendous. Interests not just all over the country, but in Europe and throughout the Asia-Pacific region. Jeremy was flying high on this one. Three of the senior partners were considering retirement in the next two years, so this one would leave him a senior partner.
Frankly, I didn’t give a damn, I just wanted to see if the sex was as good as what I had the first time. I didn’t care about the wife either.
The night came and on the way there, Jeremy told me that she is a bit of a control freak apparently. All I had to do was do exactly as I was told and it would all be good. Jeremy dropped me off at this mansion in Denny-Blaine, on 39th Avenue East, one with a harbor as a rear garden. He went home to look after Stella, I thought, and I went and rang the doorbell. I was really expecting the butler, but this beautiful woman came to the door, invited me in. She welcomed me and said, “The safeword is ‘Giraffe’, okay?” I had no idea what she was talking about, but repeated “Giraffe.” She nodded and before we even got out of the hallway, she told me to strip. I was shocked, actually and without any warning, she said, “Strip, slut!” I hesitated then she slapped me, hard. That was such a turn on, I was nothing, an object. She then said, “Do as you’re ordered!” I couldn’t get undressed quickly enough. I said something and she slapped me again telling me that I was to speak only when spoken to, that I should call her Mistress. “Yes, Mistress” I said, looking up at her. She slapped my ass, “Eyes down, slut!” I complied, all the while I was quivering with a sexual ecstacy I had not experienced before.
She leaned forward and snapped a collar around my throat, and led me to another part of the house. On the lounge there was a man, I assume he was her husband and then I heard another voice, a man, a big man by the sound of the rumble of his voice. I turned and promptly got a slap on my ass. “Eyes down, slut.” She was quick, I had barely begun to turn and she pounced on my ass.
“What do you think, gentlemen? Worth what we are giving to him?”
“So very pretty,” the guy on the couch said, “But can she suck cock?”
“Can you suck cock, slut?”
“I- I don’t know, Mistress, I’ve only ever sucked two cocks, Mistress.”
“Oh my,” came this rumble, from behind me.
“That will change tonight then, we will double that number starting now.”
“Yes, Mistress”
“On your knees, slut.”
I dropped to my knees and waited, I heard a rustling and a zipper being pulled down. “You are going to take this cock into your mouth, slut,” the Mistress said, “And you are going to take as much of it as you can. Close your eyes, slut.” I did as instructed and felt, or heard someone move around in front of me. “Open your mouth, slut!” I did and then I felt this cock, well I thought it was a cock, but it was fucking huge! I had to look, and it was a cock, that’s for sure, but it was a fucking monster of a black cock.
“I didn’t tell you to open your eyes slut!” Then I felt the sting of a hard slap across my ass, and I took a lot more of it into my mouth. I had to reach up with both hands and rubbed the shaft as it got harder. I could barely get the knob into my mouth, as wide open as I could get it. Fuck, I really wanted that cock in my pussy. I did the best I could, sucking that huge prong.
“She’s trying,” this rumble said, “But even with her nice soft mouth, it is outside her current skill range.”
“Very well, Mister Dean,” Mistress said, “Open your eyes slut and see how much cock you have been trying to suck.”
I did and Jeezz, it was fucking huge. It was as long as my forearm and as thick. It had a big dark purple knob and I couldn’t believe I got that much of it into my mouth. It was attached to this mountain of a man, with the softest eyes I have ever seen, his gently rumbling voice really indicated his size and the bass resonated around the room.
“If you’re really lucky slut, you might even get him to fuck you later.” I didn’t want to wait.
“Slave. Get up here and she can suck you.”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
What? The host calling the Mistress, Mistress? And he is thanking her for letting me suck his dick? He’s got the money and she’s calling the shots? Never thought of that, but why hadn’t I considered it? It’s obvious now that it could happen but I was so naive then to think that men were always in charge and we just had to grin and bear children. The sexual revolution had bypassed me, or rather, it happened all around me and I never noticed. Didn’t, and still doesn’t, make any difference to me, I am a sub, simple as that. I can’t do much without orders, sexually I mean.
This guy’s dick was a lot smaller and while I wasn’t any good in bed, at least I learned to suck a cock, I had thought. Apparently not, at least not very well. This lack earned me a spanking. I had to lay over Mistress’s lap while she spanked my ass. She did so hard that I came, my first real orgasm.
She then had me go down on all fours and I got Mister Dean’s cock deeper inside me than anyone else had ever been. Just filled me up. This went on for ages, well it seemed like it, that tool assaulting my womb. He screamed he was cumming, no thought about me. Then he came, a lot. I felt him filling me up, then he almost pulled out and I felt another shot fill the gap his cock had left. Then he pulled right out and I felt his hot cum shoot over my back, up to my neck, then another huge amount of cum over me. I felt it sliding down over my waist, dripping off me. It was pooling in the dip of my spine and dribbling over my ribs and onto my tits where it was dripping off my really hard nipples.
“Slave, clean her off,” the Mistress ordered, “With your tongue.”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
“And be quick about it. I want her eating my pussy. Maybe she doesn’t like men, prefers women.”
I was shocked, I mean absolutely shocked. I had never even looked at a woman with any kind of sexual desire. Never considered it. Oh, I knew what lesbians were, you run into them on any kind of sporting field and both tennis and squash have them aplenty. Never considered myself to be remotely interested and was mostly left alone. I did have one try to seduce me, but I made it clear I wasn’t interested. Here, I had agreed to be this sex toy for this couple and I wasn’t being given a choice. I knew if I didn’t co-operate, the whole idea of having this guy’s company as a client was gone. I mean I had doubled my total of sucked dicks in one evening, fucked by the biggest dick I have ever seen, had my first orgasm, been spanked, covered in a giant black man’s seed, now being licked clean by the potential client so maybe licking her cunt was the clincher. It had better be, I thought.
I’d never really given much thought to being orally pleasured. The only time it did really please me was the night I spent with the client who gave us a junior partnership. I recalled every moment of that encounter and was really embarrassed that maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought I was at faking it. I admit, it is hard to fake sucking a dick, but Jeremy told me later that my technique was better after that night than it was before. The idiot didn’t pick up on that clue and hire me out to other potential clients more often.
My licker had worked his way over my back and was now licking between my butt cheeks. I clenched at his intrusion onto my asshole as it was so nice. Then he went to work on my vulva and he was the best ever. He could lick me all day long, I thought, it was sensuous and gentle and really erotic. “Don’t you cum, slut!” I heard. “Yes Mistress, I won’t cum.” I didn’t want to cum anyway, him just licking me was so sensual and I was really enjoying it.
Eventually the Mistress pulled my leash and I crawled on all fours towards her. “Undress me, slut. Then you can lick my pussy. Make me really really well lubricated. Mister Dean is going to be using that tool on me and I do not want him to hurt that precious bit of meat on a dry pussy. Understand, slut?”
“Yes Mistress, but I have never licked a pussy before.” I added somewhat timorously.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” she cried, startling me. “We were told you were a willing sub!”
That asshole, I thought. “No Mistress, I have never been a sub before.”
“Jesus, I should have fucking known,” said the slave, “Typical fucking lawyer bullshit.”
I sat up on my haunches and said, “I might never have done this before, but this is fucking brilliant. I’m loving it. I’ve had a huge cock in me, thank you Mister Dean, and I would love to have it again. I might never had licked a pussy before but I am willing to give it a go, if ordered it seems. You picked it right, I am a submissive,” I knew it the moment I said it.
“You mean that you’re okay with all this?” the Mistress asked in a far more gentle voice.
“Yes, Mistress, I am so far.”
“Well, you understood what I meant about the safe word?”
“Not really, no.”
“Okay, if anyone does or says or orders you do to something that is really objectionable or is hurting you, say the safe word and it all stops.”
“Oh, thank you Mistress, that is enlightening.”
“Okay,” she smiled and she really was beautiful. “Now,” her voice hardening again, “Come and lick my pussy, slut and do the best you can.”
I smiled, dutifully dropped my eyes and said, “Yes Mistress.”
I crawled a little further and ran my head between her knees. I kissed her inner thighs and smelt her for the first time. I really wasn’t sure I would like this as she smelt different to the now four men who had had their dicks in my mouth. I was tentative but remembered what Jeremy did to me, what the other guy did, and so I kissed the inside of her thigh, lightly, licked her skin, softly. Then the other side, working my way up her thighs. The closer I got to her pussy the more it smelled, not an unpleasant smell but not an odor I was used to. I realized it was the real smell of her, without perfumes and soaps, it was the moisture on her swollen labia lips, I was making her aroused.
A woman is a lot more complex there than I had thought, a pussy isn’t just a slit and a hole, it’s a complicated mechanism. I saw that immediately but went on anyway. I got to the junction of her legs and my next move was to put my mouth onto her. I looked, then opened my mouth and gently placed it over her vagina, I wiped my tongue up and down, slowly, feeling for the different bits. I knew there was a clit at the top, I knew that there was a vaginal canal there, I knew there was a lot of swollen labia between. I felt it, I tasted it all and it was a heady brew.
I was licking a pussy! I had my tongue sliding over the slippery skin of the exposed labia, I felt the swollen nut of her clit, and suckled on it, used my tongue and her moans were my applause. I was lost in the act of pleasing her. I loved it. Here I was, for the first time in my life, really giving someone sexual pleasure and enjoying doing it. I just kept it up and I have no idea how long I was licking her but she didn’t stop me. Her thighs wrapped around my head and she shuddered, then gripped my head crushing my lips to her vagina and just shook. Fuck, I made her cum!
I knew it! Her taste changed, there was more moisture than there was before. I didn’t stop though, I kept going and soon, too soon, her shaking stopped. That was such a wonderful feeling for me, eating my first pussy and getting her to cum like that. I didn’t want it to end too soon.
Her thighs unclasped my head and she pulled me up to her face and kissed me. This wasn’t the act of a Mistress, it was an act of love. I kissed her back, but I really wanted to get back to licking her pussy. “First time licking, eh?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
“That’s some talent you have then.” I could tell there was an element of sarcasm in it, I don’t think she really believed me. I didn’t care.
I saw Mister Dean out the corner of my eye and he said, “You really enjoyed that, didn’t you.”
The Mistress and I answered at the same time, “Yes, I did,” she answered. I said “Yes, Mister Dean, it was a pleasure.”
“And it was for me to watch it too. She licked you real good, Judy, you got to admit that.”
“Are you really a lesbian, slut?”
“I don’t know, Mistress. I loved Mister Dean’s cock and I would like to be given to him again, Mistress. Pleasuring you though was such a wonderful feeling for me. I want to do it again, please Mistress.” I was really pleading here so I could lick her pussy again.
She seemed to consider what I said and then looked at Mister Dean, “Come sir, I need your cock. You, watch. Slut, this is how you fuck”
Mister Dean stepped to the round couch kneeled on it between the Mistresses legs and in one smooth action, drove his hardened nail into her. The Mistress gasped in pleasure and in moments was cumming again. I heard Mister Dean going his hardest on the Mistress and by the sounds she was making, she was really enjoying it. I noted that Mister Dean was fucking the Mistress but he was speeding up, his moans becoming more urgent, as were hers. He then burst into her, his moans as he pumped his cock into her with another load of precious fluids shooting out of him. I had this image now of a pipe full of semen spewing forth into a dark fortress of pleasure. He rolled off her and the Mistress looked at me and said, “Slut, your turn to clean up. First Mister Dean, then me. With your mouth!”
I couldn’t get to him quickly enough. I took his cock in hand and licked it like a lollipop. I wiped it up and down with my tongue and around the knob, stopping to suck and residual cum from the eye. When I was satisfied I got it all, I turned my attention to the Mistress. Until now, I had not paid any attention to the taste of what I was slurping, but as it was dribbling out of what I was going to be eating, I started savoring it and it was very nice. I took a glob into my mouth and swirled it. This earned me a reprimand, “You are supposed to be cleaning me up, slut, not enjoying a meal.” “Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress” and I went straight back to cleaning her up. I made her cum, again, her contractions pushing a little more of that white baby juice out of her pussy and into my mouth. I loved it, pleasing her.
“As a reward for you, slut, slave,” she called, “Come and fuck the slut.”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress,” we echoed.
I had no choice here, I was going to be fucked whether I wanted it or not. I would have preferred Mister Dean, but the slave was good enough Her slave had been ordered to fuck me, and by extension, I him. I felt my juices running down the inside of my legs I was that ready. I really wanted it, something I had never felt before. Then I realized, it wasn’t that I wanted a fuck for its own sake, I wanted a fuck to please my Mistress. She ordered it, I wanted to comply, to make her happy. I went to stand so as to lie on the round lounge but the Mistress held her legs over my shoulders, and said, “Lick my pussy while he is fucking you.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” I really meant it.
I leaned forward, on my knees and allowed the slave to enter me from behind with hardly any effort at all. I took him into my body, his not inconsiderable cock filling my cunt. He slid in easily, after all, I had been stretched earlier by a much much bigger dick than the one inside me now and I was positively leaking sex juice. Here I was, licking pussy and being fucked at the same time. What a turn around from the uptight, priggish Katherine. I was completely different and I gave total control of me to someone else. I was loving it.
I felt the slave’s dick swell and shoot his load into me in very quick time. Sheesh, I thought, that was quick. No wonder she wants to be in control and fucking other men, they will last longer. It didn’t matter to me one iota, I was eating my Mistress’ pussy.
That was about it that first night with them. After he finished, the Mistress said, in a kind voice, “Darling, would you please be kind and fetch Katherine’s clothes from the hallway.” Then in a more demanding tone, “We are going to shower. Come, slut, you can wash me. Pay close attention to my pussy.”
“Yes Mistress,” somewhat surprised by such a rapid change.
The shower was fun. She uncliped the lead I had then put soap all over my body, then held me close and wriggled. That was fucking brilliant. “You are my sponge, slut,” she said, “Wash me properly.” I did my best. It must have been good enough because she didn’t slap my ass or reprimand me at all. I sponged her front, her back, her delectable ass, everywhere I could get. I did pay a lot of attention to her pussy, washing it carefully, then rinsing it, then licking it clean, then rinsing it again, only to lick it again. I really couldn’t get enough of it under my tongue. She then kissed me and said, “You have been a wonderful slut, for a first timer.” And I was thrilled, it made me really happy to know I had been such a good little sub for her. “You must come back here, in two weeks time. I will have something special for you.”
“Yes Mistress. Two weeks. Thank you Mistress.” And I was genuinely pleased she invited me back. We got out of the shower and she said, “You are my little kitty cat, my pussy muncher. So that is your name, slut, Kat!”
“Yes Mistress, thank you for my name Mistress.”
I dried her off, lingering over her body and she then took the collar off me and dried me.
She then pushed me back to the wall and ate my pussy, all without a word. She ate me until I came, and it wasn’t a fake orgasm, I really came. While I was still gasping over the real pleasure her tongue gave me, she said, “That was a reward slut, for being a compliant little slut, don’t think it will happen again.” I must admit that this was something of a real charge, she wasn’t going to let go. “Now get dressed and I will see your skanky little ass back here in two weeks.”
“Yes Mistress, I’ll be here just for you, Mistress.”
She spun me around, slapped my ass hard and said, “Don’t grovel slut, I do this for my pleasure, not yours.”
“Yes Mistress, and I will do anything for your pleasure, Mistress.”
“Yes, you will, next time.”
I went back in two weeks and again, was treated to some really great sex. All as her slut, her sex slave. Every two to three weeks I would be invited to her place, to live out her fantasies and experience total humiliation. She tied me to the round lounge and I had three huge black men fuck me and her husband ate me out after every one of them had cum in me. I went one time and was given a young woman and told to make her cum in front of an audience of three other women. I did, then I had to pleasure all those women. I made every one of them cum, more than once. The girl was then ordered to reward me and she did. Once I had a young man, I was told this was his first fuck, but I doubt it. He slipped and called the Mistress, Aunty, so I had to wonder who else was he fucking. Incest happens in families I’m told, but that didn’t bother me I was being used to please my Mistress and other people.
Sometimes the husband was there, sometimes he wasn’t. Didn’t matter. I ran into her at a restaurant once. She kissed me, chastely, asked how I was, then invited me to a “small party” the next Saturday evening at the retreat in Denny-Blaine. I told her I would love to be there.
I went, and it was spectacular. It was a meeting of several doms, men and women. I was used to provide all the women with my tongue, to demonstrate my cunniligual skills. I didn’t get a single cock, but one of the doms thought I was good enough to allowed to be orally pleasured by her slave. Two weeks later, my senior was in court, in front of that same slave who was adjudicating on the case. Jeremy found a few other clients bringing their sleazy deals to him, but I fucked them anyway. I got a variety of dicks and pussies, spankings and orgasms that was just fucking brilliant.
In the meantime, nothing else changed in my bedroom, I just couldn’t get interested in anything that didn’t involve me being a sub. All this time I found I was unable to respond the same way as I could when in a sub/dom situation. For some reason I held this back from Jeremy and I wasn’t sure why. He was still working long hours, even as a partner but there were a number of changes in our circumstances.
When dad went to work for Microsoft, he took a company option, part payment in shares and did really well out of it for years. Then he was diagnosed with a terminal cancer. He was really well off, a lot better than any of us children thought he was, even mom didn’t know. While he was parsimonious in life, in death he was careful. We shared a small fortune as a series of trusts and each trust has a growing fortune in it. When Jeremy was offered a full partnership, there is a certain price to buy into it, so my trust paid it. I didn’t need to fuck potential clients anymore, but I liked it, so continued where Jeremy wanted me to and when I was invited to a party.
In the meantime, he was fucking just about every other female he came into contact with. I didn’t know, even though a few times he was indiscrete, I think I didn’t want to know. As a Senior partner, and a young one at that, he held a certain power and it was supported by my trust fund. That power is an aphrodisiac to a lot of women and Jeremy is still a handsome guy.
There was a young guy who also played squash, who was a chef. He came to our place at Jeremy’s invitation and cooked us a meal. It was brilliant.
“Karl.”
“Yes, Mistress Anna, it was. He wanted to open his own restaurant, but he was young and an immigrant. No way he could raise the capital, so he asked Jeremy, who, in his own way, asked me.”
“Did you fuck Karl?”
“Oh no, never. Karl is handsome and gracious, but he was a friend and he had a girlfriend then. This was years before he met you Mistress Julie. His talent with a skillet assured him of a loan and I have never had cause to regret it. He repaid the loan in two years, still had enough cash to keep the business going. Of course, he worked hellish hours, which opened the door for Felicity to be approached by Jeremy.”
“Felicity?”Anna asked.
“Karl’s then girlfriend, we all played squash together. She was beautiful, like you Mistresses, but neglected, and Jeremy took advantage of that.”
“What happened then?”
Stella was going to school, so I went back to work, pretty much full time. We were earning enough to employ a housekeeper who would pick Stella up from school and care for her until I got home. Never had cause for worry, she was brilliant. She came to me one day and told me she was quitting. When I asked why, she told me she wasn’t going to be having sex with my husband, and if that was part of the job, she would never had started. That was when it crashed. When that came out, a lot of other women started to come forward. An Associate, a Junior Partner, two of the clerical staff and they told me of others.
That was it. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I think I knew, but as I was not behaving a lot better, I said nothing, made no enquiries. However, the threat of a rather embarrassing law suit changed matters. Jeremy was very clever, he was fucking each of them at different times. Often when I was not otherwise engaged, his “long hours” were for his lovers. I also found out that if I was at an all night party, he would likely be at one of their places with Stella sleeping at home alone. I couldn’t forgive him for that – I know, a bit of a double standard here, but he wasn’t looking after our daughter when I was being a good little wife and fucking current and future clients.
My Trust demanded he repay the loans made for his partnership but made it easier for him if he just left the firm. I essentially took his position as a Senior Partner, the Firm and my Trust paid out some hush money, things then got hectic. That was when I found out about Felicity. When Jeremy moved out, he moved in with her. He took some clients with him, the Firm was rocked but the Senior Partners, a couple of then Junior Partners and myself held it together and we got passed it.
Karl was cool, calm, collected, I made sure that he knew nothing about any of this and we kept our friendship. He met you, Mistress Julie, then married you, I was glad for him but I missed the wedding as I was in San Francisco briefing another firm on a client’s interests there. When he expanded the business, I didn’t know anything about you, Mistress Anna so when he was arrested, I was actually surprised but given my sub lifestyle, who am I to judge?
I’ve known Karl for a long time, as a client, as a businessman, as a chef, as a squash player but never as a lover. It wasn’t going to happen unless he was in the Community. You’re the first people I have had sex with outside the Community since I got married and my first client fuck deal.
“You mean a Sub-Dom Community?”
“Yes, Mistress Julie.”
“Didn’t know there was such a thing,” Anna said.
“Oh yes, Mistress Anna, there is a very active Community, small but friendly.”
“Does it ever go wrong?”
“Yes, it does, occasionally, but it’s only those cretins who don’t really understand that the relationship between a sub and a dom is based on the power of love, not the love of power.”
“Yeah, I think we can understand that.” Mistress Julie said. “But it’s getting late, and we have a big day tomorrow.”
“We better get you in the shower, and get moving.” Anna said.
“Thank you Mistress Anna, Mistress Julie.” Kat said.
“No. Thank you, Kat, that was really our first time with another woman, and you’re brilliant, in bed and out.”
Kat smiled, looked up and said, “I loved making you guys cum, but I don’t think you’re cut out for the Dom role and I really can’t see you as subs. I was surprised you picked up on it so quickly Anna. you’re a lot quicker than my ex-. If he knew me, he would have realized he could have brought all his women home and ordered me to watch as he fucked them. I would have eaten their cream pies if he ordered me, but he didn’t understand at all.”
“You get pleasure from being dominated?”
“Yes and no, it’s not the domination, it’s the pleasure I can bring to other men and women that is the best part for me. But, I can’t initiate it, I haven’t got that spark that allows me to let someone know I can be available to them sexually, or read that message from others. I just don’t get it. Never have. Give me an order and I can do lots of things without any problems and without many limits.”
“Limits? Do doms have limits?”
“Oh yes, you only do what you agree to. I won’t do anything more than a little light bondage, I don’t mind being tied up and fucked by more than one person at a time, but I don’t do chains and whips. Golden showers and scat is off, so are kids and blood sports, not into pain at all. The doms who are into those things don’t contact me.”
“How do you know when you agree to go to a party that these things aren’t going to happen?”
“You don’t, initially. That’s what the safeword is for. Say it and they stop, it’s the essential agreement that makes this work. The dom must accept the safeword if said.”
“What happens if they don’t?”
“Not sure, never happened to me. The Community takes care of its own though. Subs are precious, care for, loved.”
“And safe sex?”
“We’re tested regularly, have to, it’s part of the trust thing. Also drugs, we are DDF and if not, you can find yourself out of the lifestyle.”
“DDF?” asked Julie.
“Drug and disease free,” Kathrine said, “Essential in the games we play. You learn very quickly, alcohol can help things along, but excessive alcohol can wreck an evening’s entertainment and drugs are not acceptable at any level. When something is not right, you can tell, observation, smell, looks, even taste, but I test regularly, a blood test arranged via the Community so results cannot be hidden. Everyone in the Community does and so far, so good. Everybody knows everybody and if anyone from outside is brought in, their previous lifestyle is examined. I was okay because Jeremy told them I was a virgin on our wedding night and the only affair I had was the previous year and they knew him too. I confirmed that on my first night, telling them my history.”
“It’s very hard to put into a coherent story, how this works, how it makes me feel alive. Katherine has little or no sex drive, sexual feeling, but Kat is a slut who loves sex, who eats cum from a cream pie. Kat has little self control, Katherine is iron willed, they complement each other, making a whole person between them. Each is flawed, both are perfect, I love them both.”
Anna
I had to ask.
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