Sharing A Loan Scripted Tale

 Her name was Becca who is a 30 year old MILF and now proud slave of Master Nick. He is older than her at 47. They met on the Seeking Website and what started off as just a sugar daddy relationship has turned into a lot more. The kids and she have moved in with him about 2 years ago and she could not be happier.    

   2 weeks ago on Friday she had just got back home from dropping the kids off at the ex’s house for the week when she got a text from Master. It said, “5PM put on your whore paint and be ready by 6.” This means she needs to shower, shave everywhere and apply bright red lipstick and neon blue highlighter.   

   About 10 minutes into getting ready she got another text. Open the package on the bed. Place the new and old items on. Then be on your knees and ready by 6. Her heart began to race at the thought of what was in the box. She  finished her makeup and then braided her hair into a pony tail. She opened the box to find some new and old toys inside.     

 The first thing that was on top was a new red corset. She put it on as best she could but was not able to lace the back up. It does not cover my breast it just holds them in place. Next item was fishnet stockings. They had a few rips in them for a CNC session we did a month ago. They were the kind that did not need a garter belt. Next was a new pair of heels. These were a little different then my other ones. They had a little paddle lock on each shoe so they could not be removed without the key. They also had an o-ring on the front of each shoe. Next were my ankle cuffs. I can’t tell you how many times she have worn those.     

 As she secured the shoe her pussy started to get really wet. She was so turned on by the thought of the games they would play tonight.     

 Next out of the box was her red ball gag. It too had a small paddle lock on it. Once secured, she grabbed the last two items. She fitted in black leather blindfold and handcuffs. The handcuffs are the silver hinged ones that make it impossible to get the key in by yourself.     

 She began to think to herself, “Where should I be waiting for him when he gets home? Bedroom, by the front door, in the basement mini dungeon? Don’t worry the basement dungeon is a secret room in his house. Her master had a special door made so none of the kids would ever know it is there. Then it dawned on her she should be waiting by the door to the garage. That way she will be there right when he arrived home.   

   She then went to their play chest in the bedroom thinking to myself, What else could she do to look even sexier for him. Should she grab the clover clamps, her posture collar, maybe a vibrating butt plug, then she saw it. Duct tape, she  had watched a porn movie a few weeks back and the woman did not only have a ball gag but used the duct tape to even make her screams and moans more silent. She grab three strips and applied them just below her nose.     

 She moved to the mud room by the garage, got on her knees and finished her task by securing the blindfold on then cuffing my hands behind my back. It was only about ten minutes before she heard the garage door opening, but it seemed like 3 hours with how horny she was.     

 Then the moment of truth as the back door swung open and Master entered. He walked around me examining his prey before speaking. “Good work Slut, he said” But tonight I have a special surprise in store for you. “We are going on a little road trip.” He walked around behind me then secured a collar around my neck. She thought to herself “Where the hell did he get that from. As she just got home.” It felt a little different then the posture collar or thin black studded collar, or my favorite the “CumSlut” collar.     

 He helped her to her feet and led het into the garage. But instead of placing het in the passenger seat, she heard the trunk pop and though oh fuck. In his deep voice he said “Slaves on loan, ride in the trunk.” she tried to plead through the gag but no luck. He picked her up and loaded her in the trunk before heading on their way. What the hell did he mean by “On Loan?”     

 The journey seemed to take forever has the cuffs dug into her wrists. Then she could tell they had left the highway and were now on a gravel road before pulling into a garage. She heard faint voices before the trunk was opened and pulled out.   

   "Where the fuck was I? Who are these other people?" (She thought) ; Then Master began to speak. “Slave, I have loaned you to Master Mark and his servant wife Sarah for the weekend. You will obey their commands as my own. If you disobey them I have left them with the remote for your shock collar.” I began to shake my head no. “Yes slut that is a shock collar around throat. So you better be a good servant or they have my permission to use it. There are no safe words either, you will be there servant until Sunday.”   

   Holy shit, what had this perverted son of a bitch planned for me, she thought. Then she heard a leash being attached to the collar before being guided into the house. While she was freighted as hell, she was more turned on then she had ever been. Fuck she need to cum.   

 They guided down a flight of stairs to what she assumed was the basement of the house. Her heals clicked on the hard concrete as they lead her to the middle of the room. The leash was removed from the collar then something else was attached to it. She later found out it was a secured to a d-ring on a winch. A few seconds later, I hear the clicking of the winch before stopping. She was now being slightly choked as the pair moved around her and started groping her body.      

 Sarah, she meant Mistress Sarah, made all kinds of humiliating comments like. “My goodness feel how wet this sluts pussy is. She liked how her nipples are pierced, we will have fun with those.” And “Are you ready to be abused slut?” Followed by a hard swat on the ass.   

   Master Mark spoke up. “Bring me the crop, I think we need to redden this sexy ass. Give it some extra color.” Shortly after the first blow stuck her ass. She struggled in the bounds but they held her securely. She tried to scream into the gag but barely a muffled sound escaped het lips. They gave her at least 20 hard swats before stepping back to take pictures.   

 Master Mark spoke again. “Send that picture to Nick. I know he will enjoy it.”   

 Then the winch started to turn again and she was released from it’s grips. Mistress Sarah moved her to a new spot in the dungeon and helped her to knees on a padded rug.   

   She began to speak, “Slut I need my pussy eaten and eaten well!" Just so you remember your place here is a little shock on level 3.” her body spasmed, as pain rushed over her and she screamed once more into the gags. “I bet that hurt slut.” She shook her head yes. “Are you going to eat my pussy until I cum all over your face?” She shook her head yes again as she did not want any more of that collar.     

 Mistress Sarah ripped the tape off her mouth which hurt a little but nothing the crop or collar. They unlocked the paddle lock on the gag before grabbing her pony tail and forcing my lips on to her clit. Mean while Master was behind her playing with her pussy before shoving his cock deep inside her. Fuck did that feel good to get and came in seconds after his cock entered her.   

   The Mistress let out a sadistic laugh. “You will be punished for coming without permission slut. I guarantee it.” As she forced het head back down on to her cunt.     

 This went on for some time and she was getting very tired and sore from the strict bondage and the constant licking of her pussy. After she came at least three times, she gave me a break for a few minutes and a glass wine. My hands were still cuffed behind my back as mistress pored the liquid down het throat. She probably slobbered about half of it down her chest which she licked off my throat and partially exposed breasts which tasted delicious. 

   They took a few more pictures before beginning the next part of my ordeal. The mistress removed her blindfold and once her eyes adjusted to the light she became very frightened again as she was hovering over her with at least a 10 inch strap on.   

    “What do you plan to do with that?” she said. Then she showed me the shock collar control and hit the button this time on level five which made me double over in pain. She screamed bloody murder as Mistress just laughed and said “You address me as Mistress bitch. You see this strap-on which I named king dong. This is going in your ass while you are sucking on my husband’s cock. Understand Slut?”   

   She pleaded with her to use a smaller one as she  is so tight back there. She just laughed and began the assault. Tears where streaming down het face as I felt like she was being ripped in two. Then after a few minutes of the hard pounding and me begging and pleading Master sat in the chair in front of her and shoved his cock all the way down het throat. It was good size cock at least 8 inches. She now was struggling to breath as the two of them split roasted her.   

   Master said, “I am ready.” Mistress stopped the assault on het tightest hole and stood behind her. Then I could feel Master’s hands begin to shake as he was about to cum. And cum he did, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his load all over her face as Mistress held het pony tail tightly.   

   Mistress grabbed her camera phone and took several pictures of her face. He had sprayed cum on her eyes and nose. That combined with the runny mascara from my tears and the drool slowly dripped on to her breasts. She was quite a mess.     

 Mistress placed me in the grand chair. Then secure her thighs to the arms of the chair so her pussy was totally exposed. She walked over to a bench and grabbed a Hitachi.     

 Master replied, “You have been a good slut. You have my permission to cum.” With that the Hitachi was placed on my clit and  came almost instantly. She was in deviant heaven as one of the hardest orgasms she ever experienced ripped through her body. Then, with a cruel laugh, Mistress turned up the vibrations and she spasmed violently trying to escape, what once was pleasurable now turned into post orgasm torture. Her clit could not escape the attack. The two of them defiantly had a cruel streak.     

 They released me from my bonds shortly after and removed all of her clothing before giving her a glass of wine and guiding me to their Jacuzzi bath tub. She washed both of them with a soft yellow sponge as we finished another bottle of wine.     

 Once dried off they guided her to the bedroom where they affixed a new collar around my neck. There was a small dog bed on the side of the king size bed. A long chain was secured to the collar and totally exhausted she fell asleep quickly only to be occasionally woken up by Master to clean his cock off after he had peed.   

 The rest of the weekend was a blur. She was fitted with a special French maid outfit that propped up and exposed her breasts. For an added touch Mistress put clover clamps on which was very painful! 

   The rest of the day she would dust the house, clean the bathrooms, and serve them meals. Once the meals were served she was instructed to suck and lick Master and Mistress under the table.     

 The following evening she was again abused in the dungeon before being laid to rest for the evening.   

   The following day, they took me into the dungeon for one more session before Master Nick arrived.   

   We said our good byes. She had to thank them by kissing their feet before they left; which was so humiliating.     

 Once in the car Master Kissed her on the cheek, looked me in the eyes and said. “Did you enjoy yourself at the Johnson’s?” She had never heard what their  last name was. “ She looked at him and just winked. “You can loan me back out to them any time,” she said as they drove away.     

 “Well next month I will have even a bigger surprise for you.” Master cooed with a menacing grin on his face!