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Tentatively, Diane crawled onto the bed between her legs. She ran her hands along Sarah’s calves and thighs as she spread them wider. Sarah looked down at her and sensed that this was not completely uncomfortable to the younger woman. Perhaps she wanted to try and never had the chance; she didn’t know and didn’t care. Diane began to kiss her inner thighs moving closer to her center with each kiss. It felt good and the point was to enjoy the new found control and freedom.

“Don’t just stand there”, she said to Brian. “Come here and suck my nipples.” The riding crop was still in her hand and rather than take a lashing bare assed he moved to the bed and followed her instructions. “Be gentle and slow. This is not for your pleasure, only mine.” Sarah pulled him to her and he gently sucked a nipple into his warm mouth.

At the same time she used her free hand to guide Diane to her waiting pussy. Sarah gasped as her tongue began lick her outer folds. She held her place until certain she would remain there
and finish the job. Her mouth moved to all the right places dipping her tongue deep inside and tasting the sweetness she had to offer. The girl was slow and patient just as she was told to be. Sarah stretched out on the bed and relaxed as her two slaves tended to her desires. This is going to be a good year.

Eventually, Diane’s tongue moved to her waiting clit. She made long slow circles around it teasing and kissing as she went. Sarah pulled her husband to her other waiting nipple. She could feel the orgasm building in her belly and wanted the additional stimulation. He moved just as he was directed to and pulled her nipple into his mouth. The view was intoxicating seeing her chaste husband suckling at her breasts while his adulteress used her mouth to pleasure her open pussy. The power and control excited Sarah much more
than the physical acts.


Yes”, she breathed. “Yes that’s it. I’m going to cum soon.” She could feel Diane sucking hungrily on her clit as she used her tongue to flick across the exposed nerve endings. It was pure heaven to have two mouths working in concert to pleasure her. The heat in her stomach signaled the telltale signs of a powerful orgasm.

Sarah wrapped her arm around her husband’s head and held him to her. Her other hand groped for the back of Diane’s head and aggressively grabbed a handful of her blond hair. She held them there as the sensations built to the point of no return. With a guttural groan the orgasm crashed into her as she arched her back and ground her pussy into the face of her husband’s lover. Wave after wave washed over her and she kept her slaves locked in place until she was completely satisfied.

When she released the grip she had on Diane the poor woman fell off the bed and nearly passed out. She was gasping for air. Apparently she had been held so tightly against Sarah’s crotch that she couldn’t breathe during her orgasm. She lay panting on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sarah pushed her husband to the side and stood up on wobbly legs. She slipped into her shoes and put the bodice, panties and riding crop into the large bag. Pulling on her coat she said, “I’ll see you at home. You can both get cleaned up and go. I’ll let you know when your services will be required again.” She was out the door in a flash leaving the two former lovers behind.

MJ’s hand had been buried in her own pussy as she read. She could imagine herself in the same situation with Dalton and his lover. The control was exhilarating and it turned her on like nothing else. Her wetness had soaked her pajamas as her fingers tried to mimic what she was reading. Her own climax was building within her and when she could stand it no longer she moved her lubricated fingers to her clit. They moved back and forth at a blinding speed. Her need for an orgasm was overpowering. She thought of controlling the two people in the book and exploded into a gut wrenching climax. She arched her back and rode it to completion, moaning and writhing on the bed.

When it ended she was completely spent and well satisfied. She lay there waiting for her breath to return to normal. When it did, she stripped out of the wet pajama bottoms, turned off the light and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter
Eighteen

 

The alarm clock sounded and she shut it off. There was nothing to do today and she went back to sleep. The activity from the previous night had worn her out and she welcomed the additional rest. At 9:30 her eyes fluttered open and she decided to begin the process of waking up. Rubbing her eyes brought a smile to her face. She could smell her lingering scent from the wetness of the night before.

Wow, what a night. I love the stories in these books. One Sub would be plenty, but two… It’s something to think about.

She rolled out of bed and headed straight for the shower. With Dalton gone all of the time she had gotten used to walking around the house in various states of undress. Allowing the shower to warm she brushed her teeth and removed her pajama top. Her eyes were red from the wine and the extra hours of sleep. It would take a long shower to wash away the weariness. She stepped in and the let the hot water beat down on her.

MJ let her thoughts drift back to the books and the female characters dominating the men in their lives. The books had been a pleasant diversion from reality at one point.  Today it seemed that they were moving closer to something she could have in her life. She washed her hair and then poured a generous amount of body wash on the bath puff. She was surprised to find a bit of soreness between her legs from her masturbation session.
I’ll have to be more careful. I guess I got a little carried away last night.
The thought brought another gin to her face.

After drying, getting dressed and making the bed it was time to
go down stairs. She grabbed the empty wine glass and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. The aroma and the fist cup cleared the remaining sleep from her head. As she lazily sipped at her second cup of coffee she remembered the web site and her profile posting from the day before. She took her cup with her to the computer to check for any updates or emails.

It took a few seconds for the computer to warm up before she navigated to the web site and logged in. There was an icon indicating that she had mail. Another click of the mouse pad and she was viewing her in-box. MJ had expected one or two messages from the short time her profile had been posted but what she got was 38.

38 messages! Is that good? It’s way better than I expected.

She looked down the names listed on the screen. Each one was from a different sender. She started at the top of the list; the first one was from need2serve722. His profile was generic, with nothing outstanding, the age was about right and he wrote:

You are very beautiful. I am a worthless worm without a Mistress. Although I am not worthy, I can only ask that you consider me for such an honor as to be your slave. It would be a pleasure beyond all others.

Your unworthy servant

MJ giggled as she read the message. It was exciting to see a response from a man wanting and willing to participate. She opened his profile page and found that he didn’t have a photo. His stats indicated that he was short and overweight and also a smoker. She would not respond to his message but enjoyed that he had sent her a request all the same.

Next in line was cinci_sub23. She opened the message as she continued to drink her coffee. It looked like she would be here for a while. There were 37 more to go. MJ found that she was disappointed with this message. A one liner, it read:

I can do the job HMU

She felt with certainty that anyone who put such little effort into a first email was probably not much better otherwise. In her opinion, the use of single letter acronyms was the epitome of laziness.
How hard is it to type ‘hit me up’?
She deleted it without looking through the profile
. Next…

Proud2kneelB4you was next in her in-box. She moved the mouse to hover over the entry and double clicked. There was a photo attached with a lengthier message. She read with interest:

Mistress,

I have served as a slave for the better part of my adult life. It is with great joy that I please my Mistress and any
others she chooses to share me with. My sole purpose in life is for the pleasure of the one I serve.

Currently I am without a Mistress
. My last moved to Texas and was unable to take me with her. I am very lonely and available for immediate servitude.

I have been made to clean house in the nude, prepare food as needed, clean the laundry,
iron clothes as needed. There is nothing I won’t do for the one I serve.

I consider myself
very well trained but also tolerant of punishment if you so desire. I have served as a member of a slave staff. I am willing to serve among others as required. If you are looking for a live-in slave, I would be willing to discuss this as well.

If I may add, your photo is quite amazing, Mistress. It would be an honor to kneel before you.

Please feel free to contact me at any time. I await your call for an interview.

MJ was surprised by the level of specificity in the message. The man sent a photo of himself dressed in a leather maid’s costume. Presumably he wore this when on cleaning detail for his last Mistress.  She quickly decided this one was not for her and sent a polite
message back hoping that he found a suitable Mistress but he was not what she was looking for.

The next three emails were SPAM. Two for dating sites and one from a bondage and discipline web site that ‘has something for everybody’s tastes’. She laughed at the prospect. MJ never knew about many of these particular sexual diversions. If this site had something for everyone, that was truly saying something.

Of the remaining 32 messages five others were also SPAM. She was getting better at understanding what to look for and sped through the list deleting the fake responses. She now had 28 messages to review. It was impossible to tell much about them from the screen name and the subject line. So, she got another cup of coffee and settled in for the process of reading and replying to the rest of them.

An unexpected result was the three messages she found from women requesting to serve her. Although she had placed in her profile the need for a male servant, it didn’t stop these women from applying for the position. They were all polite and very articulate in their responses and taken with her photo and the ‘beauty she possessed’ as one put it.

The world of domination and servitude was new to MJ. She originally thought it was only men in control of women. The fiction books proved there was more to it than just that and the variety was vast. She read each reply from the ladies and thought about what differences they could bring to her and the relationship. The latest book she was reading had both a male and a female slave. It was possible as she could now see.

MJ sent each of them a reply. She was polite and candid and copied the response for all three. What surprised her was that she didn’t reject them. She wrote:

Thank you for your request. I was pleased to see your message and the list of your qualifications. Although you are attractive and capable, at this time I am looking for a male servant only.

If my requirements change, I will gladly contact you in the future.

Sincerely,

Elizabethan Mistress

Using her screen name felt both foreign and exciting. Having anonymity gave her the opportunity to behave as she wanted. There was no need to pretend, this was all about her and her desires, no one else. If she wanted a man and a woman, she could.
If I want just a man or just a woman I can do that too…

Her thoughts raced for a few moments before going on with the messaging. Looking down at the computer she double clicked on the next one. It was from a user named WorthlessPig4U86. He wrote:

My dearest Elizabethan Mistress,

Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Carl, but you may call me anything you wish. Your posting is intriguing and your photo is more beautiful than I have a right to view.

I wish to humbly apply for the opening of servant to you. I am available immediately and willing to be a live-in slave to serve at your beck and call 24 hours every day. My pleasure is to serve you and there is absolutely nothing I won’t do to please my Mistress.

In the past I have served two Mistresses. I feel that I was successful and performed my duties to the best of my ability. If required, both will provide references as to my willingness and abilities. For reasons out of my control, I no longer serve either. One moved away for a better job and the other got married. Her husband would not allow the relationship to continue. So here I am now begging for the opportunity to serve you.

My training includes all manner of humiliation to include verbal and physical punishment. I can sustain any type of torture that pleases you or your guests. Additionally, I am willing to lick you clean after each trip to the bathroom, a pleasure my last Mistress enjoyed very much. You may also use me as your toilet if that is of interest. Drinking your urine would be a pleasure for me.

I beg that you contact me soon for references and additional information.

Humbly,

Your Worthless Pig

MJ’s eyes widened at the thought of using another person for a toilet.
Gross! Yuck! And licking me clean after a trip to the bathroom… No thank you!
She laughed at the new surprise. As soon as she thought there was nothing left to learn, a new idea appeared. The list of kinkiness grew as she sent a short but polite rejection message. She didn’t want this guy to keep sending messages and hoping for a shot. Once sent she deleted the original message. Whew, that was a bad one.

From that point on the messages were all about the same. Some of them sounded like little children in school waving their hands in the air to get the attention of the teacher. “Pick me. Pick me.” Each one wanted to be the ever loving slave for her and would do any number of grotesque things in order to prove it. There were pictures of them on their knees, tied up, in uniforms or costumes, naked, clothed, they each had a special way of attempting to garner her attention.

Getting hungry she left the computer and went to the kitchen for some lunch. She decided on a quick microwave bowl of soup. As she prepared her lunch MJ was aware of her frustration. She had posted her profile and expected just a few responses in such a short time. Getting 38 was a surprise and she naturally thought it would be as easy as just picking one or two. But there were none yet to her liking.

Yet

She reminded herself that there were still more to review and there might just be someone for her yet. There was no reason to get frustrated.
It hasn’t even been a full day yet. Leave it alone for a while.

She did just that and decided to get on with her day. The Delicious Domination web site could wait until later.
And perhaps there will be even more messages…

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