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The next morning Jenn woke up in her own bed and stretched, feeling refreshed. For a moment, she couldn't understand why she would have slept naked, but then she remembered crawling into bed half-drunk and exhausted. And then she turned pale, remembering what had happened before and why she was naked when she crawled into bed. Jenn panicked, trying to convince herself that it had to have been so sort of erotic dream, caused by too much wine, although she rarely had erotic dreams of women. It just couldn't have happened, she thought. Jenn was contemplating never leaving the room when the door quietly opened. "I'm glad to see you're finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd sleep all day, Jennifer." Sherrie said. Jenn scrambled, trying to pull the sheets up to cover her breasts. "Cat got your tongue? Nothing to say after last night?" Sherrie said. Jenn still didn't speak. "It's okay, Jennifer, you don't need to be afraid of my reaction. I'm happy with what happened, I had been waiting for it to happen." Sherrie sat on the edge of Jenn's bed and stroked her hair back from her cheek. "Jennifer, darling, don't worry, there's no need to look so scared. In fact, this is the start of your true position here." Now Jenn looked confused. "Remember how the ad said, 'special domestic situation?' Holden and I were searching for more than someone to run our household. We were actually looking for a pretty young submissive." Sherrie paused a moment to let it sink in, but Jenn showed no reaction. "You cannot imagine how please I was when you walked in. You're so much more than we could have hoped for." Jenn blushed under the praise. "I, IÉ" "Please, let me finish, Jennifer. Holden and I want you to be ours. To belong to us, I mean. Totally. Body and soul. Not like a slave, more like an indentured servant. You will be available to Holden and I whenever, wherever, however we want. In return you will be extremely well taken care of, like a member of the family." Jenn didn't know what to say. She stared at Sherrie like she was speaking Chinese. She couldn't really be saying what Jenn thought she was. It had to be some sort of elaborate joke. An indentured servant? A sexual indentured servant? The very idea was absurd, yet there was nothing about Sherrie's demeanor to suggest she was kidding. There was no way she would ever agree to such a thing, Jenn thought. And yet, she still hadn't said no. Sherrie dug her hand into her pocket, pulling out what appeared to be a long black ribbon. In fact, it was a black satin choker, with a tiny lock hanging in the front. She reached out and fastened it around Jenn's slender throat. Again, Jenn said nothing and didn't move to stop her. Sherrie leaned back to check it out, approved of her handiwork, then said, "You are not to remove that, except in water. Ever. Do you understand?" "I, uhÉ" "Jennifer, do you understand?" Sherrie said more sternly. Jenn was stock-still. Lowering her eyes, she said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mistress." Jenn felt all control slipping away. She also felt her entire body beginning to tingle. Sherrie smiled widely, obviously very pleased. She brushed the hair back from Jenn's face and kissed her softly. Jenn opened her mouth, accepting Sherrie's tongue. Opening her eyes, Sherrie said, "Excellent, Jennifer. Excellent." >From that morning on Jenn's whole life changed. When Sherrie was home during the day, it was not uncommon for her to call Jenn into her study, order the door locked behind her, and then have Jenn kneel in front of her chair and go down on her until she came. Sherrie was a good mistress, though. She would just as frequently come upon Jenn, maybe filing out the grocery list, or some other mundane task, lift her skirt and play with her pussy until Jenn was trembling, her hands on the counter the only thing keeping her up. For those next few weeks, Jenn was in a state of almost constant arousal. Often, she would not wearing panties at all, not being able to stand having something against her pussy. The nights she did not spend with Sherrie, she worked overtime with her vibrator. Jenn found a life of sexual submission suited her perfectly. Jenn had always had submissive tendencies, she liked playing games, but she seemed to understand her sexuality better now than ever before. It was the first time she could be completely comfortable left in the hands of another person, completely surrender herself. She was still expect to perform her other duties and she did, although she felt like she was floating in a haze much of the time, waiting for the next thing to happen. There was only one thing left to take care of. At the beginning, Sherrie told Jenn that Holden could not know about the arrangement. When Holden was around, Jenn was to remove her choker. Holden, of course, would find out, but Sherrie was trying to think of how to reveal it. How to make it a present to him. It was a Sunday morning when Sherrie came into Jenn's room. Her door had a lock, but Jenn was not allowed to use it. Sherrie smiled, seeing Jenn was busy. The petite brunette was naked and the sheets were thrown aside. Her legs were splayed wide and she ran the tip of her slim, lightly humming vibrator over her pussy lips, circling her clit. Her other hand rubbed her stiff nipples. Quiet moans came from Jenn's thin, parted lips. Her eyes were closed and she hadn't heard Sherrie enter. Sherrie parted her robe and rubbed herself, watching her young servant. She thought Jenn was such a pretty young woman and she enjoyed catching her in an unguarded moment. Silently, she approached the bed. She stood right over Jenn, watching her, and finally couldn't help herself. She took her wet fingers and pressed them to Jenn's lips. The girl's eyes snapped open and Jenn moved her hands. Although Sherrie was her mistress, she felt sort of odd touching herself in front of the woman. Sherrie, however, made a shushing sound and shook her head. Jenn understood and returned the vibrator to her wet pussy while sucking Sherrie's fingers. Sherrie sat beside Jenn and took the vibrator from her hand and kept circling her clit. She also bent forward and sucked Jenn's little nipple between her lips. Jenn's breath caught in her throat and her moans got louder. While kissing Jenn's breasts, Sherrie dipped the vibrator increasingly deeper into the girl. Sherrie raised her face, looked Jenn in the eye, and thrust the vibrator deep inside her. Jenn gasped and arched her back. Sherrie felt Jenn's pussy tugging on the toy. Sherrie knew the girl wasn't a virgin, she'd asked her about her history, yet Jenn was incredibly tight. Sherrie supposed it went with the rest of her being so petite. Wet sounds came from Jenn's pussy while Sherrie slowly worked the vibrator in and out of her. She stared up at her mistress, wide-eyed and moaning. "You're such a good girl, Jennifer, I so love to hear the little sounds you make when you cum." Sherrie said. "Thank you, Mistress." Jenn moaned. She was not very loud in bed, but quietly expressive. "I've thought of how we're going to reveal you to Holden. You are going to present yourself to him, as a gift from me." Jenn nodded, biting her lip, getting so close. "That's it, Jennifer, come for me, show your mistress how you like to cum." Knowing she was performing for her mistress pushed Jenn over the edge and she cried out. She went rigid gripping fistfuls of her flannel sheets. She kept squirming and moaning until Sherrie finally withdrew the vibrator. Sherrie fingered the lock at Jenn's neck. "So good, Jennifer, so responsive." She stood, shrugged off her robe, and climbed into bed with the girl. Ê ~~~~~ Jenn spent the next week teasing and tempting Holden, as per Sherrie's instructions. On Monday, Jenn joined Holden and Sherrie by the pool in a new suit Sherrie had picked out. It was a white one piece, cut very high on the thigh, and when it got wet it became nearly transparent. Holden could see everything, her neatly shaved pussy, her hard little nipples. On Tuesday, Jenn served them for dinner in a short, snug dark blue cocktail dress. The dress rode up high in the rear when she bent over to serve Sherrie, giving Holden a great view of her ass, or when she bent to serve him, he could see down the top of her dress. Holden was away Wednesday and Thursday, due to return Friday night. And that was when Sherrie's surprise would be sprung. Holden came through the door and took the bag from his shoulder, setting it on the foyer floor. Most of the house looked dark. He loosened his tie and slipped off his jacket. The house seemed deserted and he wondered where Jenn and Sherrie were. As far as he knew, his wife didn't have any plans that evening. "Sherrie?" Holden called out. Down the hall, the door to Holden's study opened and soft light spilled out. It appeared the fireplace was lit. Jenn stepped out, silhouetted. She held a snifter of brandy in her hand. Jenn walked down the hall toward Holden, switching her hips a bit. She was in uniform, but it wasn't until she was close that he could see her wearing something black beneath it. Jenn was smiling, but obviously very nervous. "Sherrie had a last minute obligation, she won't be home until late." Jenn said quietly. "She left me to entertain you for the evening." "Really?" Holden said, cocking an eyebrow. He took the brandy from Jenn and sipped it. Jenn did not answer. Instead she stepped back from Holden and began unbuttoning her blouse. She dropped it to the floor, followed by her tight skirt, leaving her in a short, black slip and heels. Holden stood, sipping his brandy and drinking her in. It was then that he finally noticed the choker at her neck. Of course he knew what it meant. Making sure Holden had a nice, long look, Jenn stepped close to him again and started kissing his neck while pulling his tie off. She placed the tie around her own neck, then went to work on his shirt buttons. Holden finished his brandy and tossed the snifter, not caring that it shattered on impact. He ran his hands up and down Jenn's body, feeling her through her satin slip. Jenn peeled back Holden's shirt, kissing his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipples, which were nestled in sparse, graying hair on his chest. Jenn's mounting lust was beginning to overcome her nerves. While she was prepared to do just about anything her mistress directed her to, the idea of being so sexual aggressive was a really hard one for Jenn to swallow. But she was very attracted to Holden, she had been from day one, and now she was shutting down everything in her mind except for that attraction. Holden wanted to play with his new toy, but not right there in the hallway. He lifted Jenn by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He easily carried the lithe girl down the hallway while she kept kissing his neck, nibbling his ears, running her hands through his hair. He carried her into the study setting her down on his brown leather couch. He'd been right, there was indeed a fire burning. Rearing up on her knees, Jenn grabbed Holden's face and kissed him hard on the mouth. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples and Jenn shivered. Liking the reaction, he caught her nipples between his fingers, rolling them. Jenn stopped kissing Holden and sagged against him, panting. Holden chuckled and said, "Calm down, Jennifer, I'm sure we have all night to play." Jenn sucked his nipples hard and Holden moaned, running her fingers through her hair while she worked on his belt. Holden's slacks and briefs fell around his ankles. Holden was hard and throbbing and his cock filled Jenn's hands. His cock wasn't the largest she'd seen, but it was plenty big, at least nine inches long and she had trouble getting her hands around it. It also had a pleasant upward curve. He was big and she knew it would hurt at first, but Jenn longed to feel him inside her. She bowed her head and kissed the tip, tasting his salty precum. She kept kissing her way down his shaft until she reached his balls. She sucked first one, then the other, flicking out her tongue between them. Holden's moans said he clearly enjoyed what she was doing. She licked her way up the underside of his cock and it was Holden's turn to shiver. She slipped the head into her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks and closing her eyes. She sucked washing the head with her tongue. She sucked and her pussy became so wet she could feel it soaking her thighs. Jenn slowly lowered her head, sucking in more of Holden's cock. She could only suck him about halfway down, she'd never been able to deep-throat, and when she reached that point, she started bobbing on the shaft, leaving it glistening, her drool running down it. Holden moved so he could sit against the arm of the sofa, keeping a hand on the back of Jenn's head so she moved with him. Her jaw was starting to ache, but she was determined to do everything Holden wanted, so she kept sucking, focusing on nothing but the cock in her mouth. Holden made that harder when he pulled the thin straps of her slip off her shoulders and began massaging her breasts. Jenn found herself moaning into his cock while she went down on it. She flicked her tongue over the underside of his cockhead over and over and Holden grasped her breasts tighter, pinching her nipples. The pleasure/pain made Jenn see stars. "Oh, Jennifer, that's perfect, just keep that up," Holden gasped. Jenn did just as she was told and in moments, Holden was pumping his cock into Jenn's mouth, exploding. Jenn worked her throat, but almost as much cum ran from her lips as she was able to swallow. Cum dripped from her chin, staining her slip. Holden's cock slipped from Jenn's mouth and he instructed, "Make sure I am clean when you're done, always, Jennifer." First Jenn wiped the cum from her face, licking her fingers clean, then she licked Holden until he was sparkling clean as well. "That was wonderful, Jennifer." Holden said. "And I wonder what you'd like right now." He gripped her by her arms and pulled her up until she was standing. Jenn's breasts stared Holden in the face and he took his time with them. He circled her nipples with his tongue, barely touching them, while kneading her breasts, teasing her to the breaking point. "Please, oh, please, sir." Jenn begged. He kept teasing. "Please suck them, I'll do anything." "You'll do anything you're told anyway, won't you, Jennifer." Somehow the use of her proper name made Jenn feel even more submissive. "Yes," she moaned. Holden chuckled at the squirming girl, but finally took her breasts in his mouth, first one, then the other, slipping almost her entire breast into her mouth, while lashing her nipple with his tongue. He'd let the breast slip away, until he held the nipple by his teeth. This drove Jenn out of her mind, and she weakly cried his name over and over. When Holden reached between her legs, Jenn braced one of her heels on the couch. He could not believe how wet her pussy was, or how tight it felt when it sucked his finger up. She held his finger like a vice and pushed a second one inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Jenn humped her pussy at his fingers and she exploded in a series of small orgasms. Her knees when weak, Holden helped keep her up. "You are quite a firecracker, young lady." Holden said. He took his fingers from her pussy and pressed them to her lips and Jenn sucked them clean. "Thank you, sir." Jenn breathed. Holden stood and bent Jenn over the arm of the couch where he'd been sitting. He rubbed his cock along her pussy lips, getting it nice and lubed, then pressed the head against her. Jenn was rigid in anticipation. "Don't worry, Jennifer, I felt what a tight little pussy you have, I'll take care." He pushed his head past her lips and Jenn gasped loudly. She gripped the couch and Holden kept pushing forward. Her pussy stretched and squeezed Holden like a vice. Wet as she was, his cock still hurt, but when he paused, gave her time, the hurt gave way to waves of pleasure. Holden felt Jenn relax and started sawing his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, pushing deeper each time. Before they knew it, he was buried to the hilt and Jenn was begging for more. She wriggled her hips and Holden grasped her perfect little ass, kneading the firm flesh. Feeling Jenn was ready he put it to her, slamming his cock roughly into her pussy. Her tight wetness was unbelievable and Holden knew that if he hadn't cum already he wouldn't have been able to hold out. Jenn's flesh was warm and slick with sweat, her breasts stuck to the leather of the couch, and Holden kept plowing her from behind. It had been a long time since a man had taken her this way. Holden's cock filled her, touching every nook of her pussy. She pushed her pussy back at him and their bodies worked together like a machine. Holden pulled out, lifted Jenn, and laid her on her back on the couch. He crouched between her spread legs, putting them over his shoulders, and slipped back inside her without missing a beat. He was really able to pound her pussy now and was relentless in his attack. Jenn clawed his forearms, cumming repeatedly while Holden hammered her. Her rippling pussy almost made him cum as well, but he was able to hold back. He wanted her to remember this first time. As much as Jenn loved it, she knew she'd be sore as hell the next day. She just hoped Holden couldn't last too long. Holden gritted his teeth, sweat pouring off his brow, dripping onto Jenn. They'd been at it for over half an hour and Holden's muscles ached. Jenn was working her pussy muscles like a milking fist and he just wasn't able to hold out any longer. With a roar, Holden blasted his load into Jenn's pussy. Jenn let out a high pitched wail and came right along with him, violently quaking. The lovers clung to each other, buffeted by waves of delight. Finally, Holden fell back, spent. They both heard applause and turned to see Sherrie, naked, leaning against Holden's desk, lightly clapping. "Bravo," she said. "Quite a performance. One of your best dear." She crossed the room and kissed her husband, hugging him. "What do you think, darling?" She asked. "She's an amazing find. God smiled on us this time." Holden panted. "I thought so as well. I'm so glad my intuition proved correct. With just a little more training, she'll be absolutely perfect." Jenn found it odd that they were talking about her almost like a pet, as if she wasn't in the room, but then supposed that was just another part of her new role. Sherrie, however, took Jenn's mind off all that when she leaned between the girl's legs and softly kissed her pussy, snaking her tongue between the puffy lips. Jenn closed her eyes and arched her back and with little effort, Sherrie had Jenn moaning and cumming again. Jenn spasmed and held Sherrie's head with her thighs. Sherrie lifted her face from Jenn's pussy and kissed the girl and Jenn could taste her and pussy and Holden's cum mingling. "I love liking Holden from a freshly fucked pussy," Sherrie said. The night was not quite over. Sherrie lay on the rug in front of the fire and ordered Jenn to crawl to her. Although exhausted, Jenn did as she was told. Sherrie spread her legs and Jenn crawled between them, licking her mistress's shaved pussy. Sherrie was very wet, she must have really enjoyed the show. Jenn sucked Sherrie clit while frigging her with three fingers, and soon Sherrie was very vocally cumming. Jenn lay on the rug between Sherrie and Holden and the couple made love to their new toy together for the first time. They sucked her breasts together and Jenn clung to them, pulling their faces to her chest. She came again while the sucked her nipples, crying out into the night. They kissed her thighs together and took turns licking her pussy until juice flowed from it again, and then Holden slowly, gently, slipped his cock back inside her while Sherrie went down on her breasts and kissed her and stroked her hair. Despite her soreness, Jenn loved having Holden inside her and they came at the same time, after which Sherrie licked Holden's cum from the young girl's pussy once again. Holden carried the exhausted girl upstairs and she slept between her master and mistress in their huge, fluffy bed. Jenn cuddled to Sherrie's softness, pillowing her head on the woman's lush breasts, while Holden spooned behind her. Ê ~~~~~ Ê That night was certainly the beginning of Jenn's new life, but it was far from the end. She loved the experience and wouldn't have traded it for anything. There were so many memorable moments, but many more of the little moments; sometimes Holden would come in, pull up her skirt, sit her in his lap and they'd rock together until he came inside her, then he'd walk on like nothing had happened. It was certainly not uncommon for Sherrie to buzz Jenn out to the pool just so she could go down on her. And of course the parties, but that's a whole other story. In all, Jenn had stayed with Sherrie and Holden for a little over a wonderful year and a half. Jenn sat in her living room, gently caressing her breast through her t-shirt, waiting for her boyfriend to get home. Running into Sherrie had shaken her up more than she'd suspected. Looking at the clock she realized she'd been lost in her thoughts for over an hour. She wearily got up; she had things to do. She'd given Sherrie her number without a second thought when the woman asked. She guessed old habits died hard. She hoped Sherrie did call. She wouldn't know how to explain it. But part of her wished very much that Sherrie would call, and her pussy started to tingleÉ
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