The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 4 Trent’s Thoughts

While at the same time during the flight home, Trent began thinking about how this weekend all changed for him. Seeing his young beautiful wife dancing on stage, swaying to the music, was too much for him to bear. He couldn’t stand seeing her flaunt herself that way. Despite all the pressure he was constantly laying on her to dress and act more sexily, now that she was actually doing it, he didn’t like it.

Trent rushed the stage – he tried to call out for her. She didn’t appear to hear him. He tried to reach out for her and that didn’t work. She just went to the other end of the stage. As he tried to climb up on stage and get her out of there, some muscular dude tackled him breaking a table and spilling a few of the patron’s drinks in the process.

The muscular bouncer put Trent in an arm lock that subdued him completely, and rushed him out of the club. “Hey Man, you can’t touch the dancers!” he threatened.

“She’s my wife for crying out loud. I need to get her off that stage. She doesn’t belong in there.” Trent demanded as he rubbed his sore arm.

“Look Man, plenty of so-called husbands don’t treat their woman right. Your ol’ lady wants to dance – that’s not my problem. You stopping her from dancing is my problem. I am not having any crazy, jealous husband making a mess while I’m on the job.” The muscle bound oaf flatly stated. “You don’t have any weapons on you – do you Man?”

“No” Trent shook his head.

“I better check just to be sure – spread your legs and stand still.” The bouncer starts patting Trent down, starting at his shoulders, chest, around his back, then down one leg and up the other. He then took the liberty of patting down Trent’s crotch. Before Trent could react, the bouncer was cupping Trent’s balls and dick, as he ran his hand along Trent’s shaft, he squeezed it to determine his length, thickness and even if he was circumcised or not.

Surprised and afraid, Trent jerked backward – just out of reach from the bouncer’s robust arms. Trent’s eyes showed the fear that his face was trying to hide. He did not like having a guy feel him up. Because it was such a powerful guy – he felt very intimidated by such an act.

“You are harmless!” The strong guy smirked at Trent.

Just at that moment another bouncer came out the door and asked the first one if he had everything under control.

The first muscle dude smiled wickedly at Trent “The way this Man tried to storm the stage, I thought I was going to have a problem. But now that I’ve checked him out, he’s just a weak little Boy!” Up till just then the bouncer had used the term “Man” when talking with Trent. Now he used the demeaning term “Boy” to describe him.

Trent checked out this bouncer just a little closer. Compared to him, Trent was a “Boy” Since he weighed in at 157 pounds, and stood a mere 5′ 7″ tall, he was ten inches shorter, and nearly 100 pounds lighter than the derogatory bodyguard. This bouncer had a 58 inch chest that was crisscrossed by leather straps over his sleeveless muscle shirt. Below, he wore a pair of leather chaps and his crotch bulged out as if he was hiding a roll of quarters and couple of walnuts.

Trent decided to return inside by saying his wife meant more to him than anything else. But before he could re-enter the club, the second bouncer hit him in the back of the head. Trent crashed to the ground. He was stunned but had not lost all consciousness yet. He remembered them arguing over what to do with him. One suggested that they throw him in the dumpster, but the other said to take him in and someone would know what to do with him. Then he blacked out.

Coming to his senses – Trent found himself in a cold room where everything was upside down. Wait a minute, everything wasn’t upside down – his head was dangling over a bench or something. He struggled to look up and around him and he realized that he was bound to a leather covered bench – like a padded gymnasium horse. By lifting his head up he could make out why he was so cold – someone had stripped his clothes off his body and strapped him to this bench. This wasn’t good – he began to scream. “Yaaaahhhhhh” he yelled. “Heeeeelllllppppp”

A girl, perhaps a dancer was checking him out. “Tell Marcella that he’s awake!” she told someone out of his view.

“Hi there sweetie!” The bubblegum chewing flaming redhead greeted him.

“Get me out of here --- My wife – she’s in danger! I must get to her.” He yanked on his bonds but they didn’t give at all.

The redhead came over to him and leaned way over his face. “Don’t make so much noise – you’ll bring a whole lot of bad people in here!”

Of course, Trent hollered even more. Suddenly standing in front of him was a powerful woman. She had deep dark skin, black hair, and from his view, a marvelous rack on her chest. She might help him. She was certainly strong looking, maybe she could break his bonds. He started stammering “De Ann – my wife, was dancing on a stage. She shouldn’t be there, and I need to rescue her. Please set me free before those big dudes come back.”

Marcella smiled and just shook her head. “First, those big dudes, as you put it – work for me. Second, you damaged my club and don’t have enough money in your wallet to pay for the table and chair you broke, and now you are not in any position to rescue anyone.” Then shaking her head in dismay, “Third – what in the world does De Ann see in you?”

Trent struggled to break free – but it was useless. Confused, he asked “You know De Ann?”

“Yes – and my friends and I plan on knowing her a lot better tonight.” Marcella hissed into his ear.

“You can’t! She and I are married. We promised never to stray!” he tried to reason with the evil woman.

“How touching. But she has already humped my fingers! She writhed around so much you would have thought that she was desperate for attention. And oh, the sweet sounds she made as she eagerly came on my fingers. So are you trying to tell me that you have never cheated on her?” Marcella cruelly asked.

“No, of course not! I never will cheat on her.” Trent swore and he really meant it. Sure he would look at other women and admire their beauty, but he knew deep down that De Ann was the only one for him and he was lucky to have her as his partner.

“Well, with such a small dick, no wonder you haven’t cheated – no one would want you. What I don’t get – is why a saucy wench like De Ann is hanging around with a wimp like you? As for your promise to be faithful -- not only will that promise be broken – but tonight I will make sure that you both are used to my satisfaction.” Marcella further taunted the bound and helpless Trent.

Trent objected, and raised a fuss saying that he will never have sex outside his marriage. Marcella only laughed and told him to shut the fuck up. Then she turned to the redhead who first came to his bound form “Cinnamon, take your panties off and stuff them in his mouth. Then wrap a bungee cord around his mouth to keep him quiet.”

Moments later, Trent was indeed stifled. His eyes bugged out of his head. His struggles were useless. The bench was lowered down so that a girl could squat over his miniscule dick and ride it to ejaculation. “Vanilla and Peach – get him hard, slap a rubber on that prick and fuck him at least once each of you. Make it look good!”

Then she turned to the bouncer. “Keep him gagged, stretch a bondage mask over his head and bring him to the party. Don’t worry – I will let you have some fun with him there!”

The girls slurped on his cock – taking the whole thing into their mouth. Trent was determined to stay true to his loving wife. The girls were impressed with his ability to contain himself, but try as he might, they would eventually win out.

“Oh, come-on now sweetheart. Just give it up or else you’re going to get me in big trouble. What’s the matter--- are you a little fruity boy?” Cinnamon teased before taking her middle finger in her mouth and getting it nice and wet. “I’ll bet if I get one of the bouncers in here to show off their dick, you’ll get hard. Maybe we can get them to slap you around with their big manly equipment.”

Trent then watched in horror as Cinnamon bent down between his outstretched legs and started to circle her finger around his exposed anus. She then grabbed his puny limp phallus and started to slowly caress it while her other hand continued to play with his asshole.

“Oh lookie here,” Cinnamon excitedly exclaimed, “his little pee pee is starting to get hard.”

Trent tried to fight his growing arousal but just then Cinnamon penetrated his asshole with her long finger. Trent had never had anything up his ass before. The sensation while scary made it impossible for him to fight his arousal any longer. His tiny dick got a little pre-cum on his head.

Cinnamon looked down on Trent’s hard on and snickered as she watched him grow to his full length, “lookie here, he must be some kind of girlie boy to get so excited about having his ass reamed. Wait till Brat sees that you get hard this way – he’s gonna love you! Okie dokey, time to get to work.”

One by one, they got him hard and rode his cock till he shot his pathetic load. They would remove his condom and dump his load onto his face while they laughed and teased him some more.

Peach asked if he was really wealthy. After all if a girl is going to give up great sex – she should be able to get something for it. So if you got lots of money – then maybe I would understand why De Ann stays with you.

Trent couldn’t respond. All he could do was accept his fate.

The big strong guys pinched his nipples and sometimes pinched his nose shut – just to intimidate him a little – withholding the very life his lungs so desperately needed. The muscular dude whipped out an eight inch long, very thick dick and spanked his face with it, slapping his meat against his cheeks and eyes. Trent was in tears as the third dancer got his dick to rise. He had been made unfaithful. He never wanted another woman – he only wanted his darling De Ann. This was entirely humiliating to know that even though he didn’t want to have sex, these women knew exactly what to do to a cock – to make it stand at attention. He may be small in the Man department, but his tool hardened for each woman that toyed with it. He was not useless – like the guy slapping his face was saying.

Vanilla, and Cinnamon toyed with his cock and balls. One of them decided that since he had the dick size of a little boy that it should only be right to remove the thick matt of public hair that surrounded his manhood. He squirmed and struggled but he was incapable of stopping them. Vanilla mowed the patch of hair down with her scissors while Cinnamon soaped up his balls and surrounding area with lather before Peach reached in and swiped his hair away with the razor. In less than 15 minutes Trent’s thick public hair was gone. It did not look as though he was 35 years old – it took him back to the days when he was 14 years old. His dick stood up – mostly from the feel of such female contact – but it wouldn’t last long. They even got a mirror and held it up so that he could lift his head and glance down his chest to see the freshly shaven patch of skin and the scrunched up ball sack that somehow looked so much smaller. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Maybe it was a visual mirage – that made his dick look so puny, and his ball sack seem so insignificant. For the last 30 – 40 minutes the one bouncer or the other was slapping his face, and forehead with a huge, thick cock that protruded from their crotch. He knew right away he didn’t compare in the Man department – but he couldn’t really be that irrelevant. His hard on shrunk away, leaving a little one or two inch dick against his hairless balls. My god, was he really as small as the women who taunted him said? He remembered being jealous of his own son – who came to him to talk about the birds and bees – and wanted to know more about why some scenes made his young cock twitch and jump growing to 7 full inches. He felt intimidated that his son somehow ended up with a dick nearly twice the size of his own. But laying here in this bondage room – he felt so soft and inadequate that he wished he had been given two, three or even four more inches of manhood when he was growing up. Trent wondered if the women would be kinder to him if he was hung like a horse? Would the men stand in awe of his manhood and give him some more consideration than they did by examining his pathetic excuse to call himself a man.

Over and over he heard the word “BOY”. Trent wanted to slink away. He needed his small wife to examine his hard on – and proclaim him a “MAN”. These women were so much larger – naturally they had bigger features, including a looser pussy than De Ann. He had proven he was potent by having 4 children. His seed was strong. With his clothes on, people would never question his small manhood. Why even in the shower at the local gym – his thick matt of hair hid his true size. Now that the hair had been stripped away – he looked so much smaller. It was humiliating. The guys ridiculed him and his small dick. He felt like a sophomore in gym class again. But this time, he was spread open so everyone could see his little manhood. The tears welded up in his eyes, but he bravely didn’t cry. They couldn’t break him. Not yet anyway. That came later!

Chapter 5 The party

Meanwhile, De Ann had won 1st place in the evening contest. She again was the hit with the crowd. Her innocence was infectious, and her body was so very sexy in a natural way. Her body was real, and the dancing was inside her – regardless what Desiree or Marcella forced her to do under hypnosis. Either you can dance, or you can’t. Being under hypnosis can’t turn someone into Madonna. Acting like you are someone only takes it so far, the ability to swish her hips, and thrust her breasts toward the audience was all inside De Ann. Now that De Ann had won, Desiree invited her to attend a special party held in her honor.

De Ann wanted to find Trent – to show him that she had won more money dancing in 9 hours than he has won all 3 days at the casino. She looked everywhere, but couldn’t find him. She called him on his cell phone, but it only rang 4 times before going to voice mail. Excited by her victory, she left him a message that she was being invited to a party. She gave him the address and told him to come take a taxi to the place. She would be waiting for him.

Desiree pulled De Ann aside. “Pumpkin Pussy Eater – at the party you remember you have to beg Marcella for a spanking – right?” She quizzed her.

“Yes, I remember.” De Ann replied.

“Well, pet – she is going to turn you down. You will beg over and over. If that doesn’t work you are to offer some of your stripping winnings." Desiree pointed to the cash that De Ann held in her hand after winning the contest. “You will feel emptiness inside that can only be filled by feeling Marcella’s strong hands bouncing off your upturned ass. Each time that Marcella turns you down you will grow progressively more and more desperate to fill the emptiness. When she flatly refuses your offer – you will offer all the money you won to receive a spanking from her.” Desiree slyly explained. “Don’t bother changing into your street clothes; I will have them with me. Just leave those cut offs on – that way everyone can get a look at your tight butt.”

De Ann agreed, but she didn’t know why.

When she got to the party several people got a handful of her ass as she strolled by. Being small had some advantages – guys like to protect you, and girls think you can’t do anything for yourself. Some of the people were pretty bold with their hands pinching a nipple or swatting her behind with a strap. De Ann didn’t mind all the attention as long as Desiree was nearby to calm her each time she got offended by their touch. For some strange reason De Ann felt so vulnerable tonight. She knew she was going to have to beg for a spanking – and the dread of Marcella’s strength slapping her exposed ass just made her extremely wet with desire. On the pretense of fixing her shorts – on several occasions De Ann flicked her finger across her slit. She was just astounded by how wet she was becoming.

Then Marcella arrived followed closely by a couple of naked men. Both men had masks that completely covered their face. Each had a collar around their throat. Attached to that collar was a leash. Marcella yanked on the leash several times to direct them – it was apparent that they were helplessly bound with their wrists cuffed behind their back. But what De Ann noticed the most was the way the two men looked so diverse. One was muscular and had a shaved chest. The other was dramatically smaller and only had a small patch of hairless skin – just at his crotch. His meat – was barely visible between his legs. The muscular dude had to have a 7 or 8 inch flaccid cock that just screamed ‘suck me’ to everyone that saw it. This guy had balls that were full, and dangled down between his thighs – and they bounced off of them as he walked. Marcella handed the leashes to a lady appeared to be dressed in a French maid outfit.

De Ann felt the twinge in her stomach as she got up the courage to step up to Marcella and beg for a spanking. She didn’t pay any attention to the other people at the party – she only had one goal in mind – get Marcella to spank her. “Marcella, I am so relieved you made it here tonight. I was naughty today – and I really would appreciate it if you would spank me.”

Marcella laughed loud and from the gut – “No, I can’t do that. Maybe someone else will want to correct your misbehavior.”

De Ann visibly struggled with the rejection. “Please – Oh pretty please – I need my butt spanked --- won’t you please do the honors?” she even shook her ass in a tempting way to entice Marcella.

Again, Marcella turned her down.

This time De Ann said loud and clear “If you will spank me for being bad – I will give you half of the money I won tonight!”

Marcella grinned at the petite blonde, “What do you take me for – offering me money to punish you? You deserve a good spanking – and maybe a good fucking too. But if you expect to buy my services you will need a lot more money than ½ your winnings.”

Just as Desiree had instructed, De Ann blurted out “you can have it all – all $1000.00 if you will please spank me.”

Marcella didn’t waste any time. She gripped De Ann’s wrist and yanked her over to a small couch where she flipped De Ann over her knee.

Marcella held onto De Ann’s body by interlocking her arm through De Ann’s and pressing her elbow and arm into the small of De Ann’s back. While holding her down over her knees, Marcella laid her thick thigh over De Ann’s thin legs. In this position, she could spank De Ann’s ass at her leisure. Marcella did just that --- Whack --- Smack --- Thwack --- Splat. The sound reverberated through the crowded room as everyone hushed and gathered around to watch Marcella spank the nearly naked ass.

The shock of the spanking stunned De Ann from her hypnotic state. She was surprised to find herself draped over the bigger woman’s knees – getting her tight little bottom warmed up by Marcella’s palm which was attached to a very muscular arm. De Ann wriggled a bit, but she was no match for escaping Marcella’s clutch. The only thing that happened was that her cut off jeans were forced deep into her moist crack. Marcella, noticing the way De Ann’s engorged lips were starting to poke out on either side of the cut away jeans. Marcella yanked on the waistband of the fabric thus wedging the Jeans crotch between De Ann’s pussy lips. Excited by that Marcella’s actions, De Ann incessantly squirmed on her lap. She didn’t really remember how she got there or why she was being hit by this dark skinned, muscular Amazon, but in the recesses of her mind -- she loved it. Her dripping snatch was enjoying it immensely too. De Ann thrust her ass away from Marcella’s grasp but loved the fabric that rubbed against her clit. She opened and closed her thighs in rapid form as the orgasm built up inside her. With Marcella holding onto the jeans with one hand and spanking De Ann’s ass with the other – it appeared that De Ann was humping on Marcella’s leg.

Marcella accentuated some of the swats with provocative comments “Ohhh, you are humping my leg – you must love this spanking. Quit your squirming, and accept it like a good little slut. You know you can’t possibly escape, and fighting me only makes it worse. Maybe if you are good I will let some of the guys slide their meat into your juicy pussy. Would you like that?”

De Ann had tears running down her face when Marcella twisted her chin up so she could look into her eyes. De Ann was frightened. She was being handled like a rag doll by the muscle bound Marcella. Those swats on her bare behind – really hurt. But strangely enough, something excited inside of her that was making her sort of enjoy the position she was in. But her tears were because she didn’t understand WHY she was being treated this way. Partly because of her size, all her life people have watched over her, maybe even protected her from harm. Now, she wakes up from a dream – and it is real. She is being spanked.

Marcella realizes that either the drug has worn off – or something triggered De Ann to come completely free of her hypnotic haze. She signaled to Desiree who was filming the action to disburse the other guests and get some hypnotic mixture. Desiree returned with another dose of the drug given to her last night, telling Marcella that a second dose will last nearly a lifetime. Marcella flipped De Ann over, and while pinching her nose with two fingers she poured the small vial into her open mouth. Desiree went back to filming again.

Marcella started talking to De Ann in slow measured words. “You feel free. You feel relaxed. Relax – and listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. OBEY – OBEY me.”

De Ann quietly repeated “obey”

Marcella “you feel relaxed and comfortable.”

”Relaxed and comfortable” De Ann exhaled, driving all of her cares from her body.

“It feels good to be spanked.” Marcella taught her pupil.

“No you’re mistreating me.” De Ann tearfully fought back.

“No my pet – a spanking warms your bottom and your pussy for some sensational pleasure.” Marcella slides her fingers to De Ann’s crotch and presses her powerful hand against De Ann’s clit. Rubbing very slowly back and forth Marcella explained. “After the spanking – your hot bottom sends signals to your other body parts and they get super sensitive. Does this feel good?”

De Ann admitted that it did.

“Now tell me that you like when I spank you!” Marcella warned.

De Ann resigned her fate, “I do like when you spank me”

“Good Girl!” Marcella continued. “You will change some of your behavior in order to OBEY ME. You will dress sexier.”

De Ann mumbled “Dress Sexier”

“You will enjoy a good spanking – it will make your insides just drip with excitement.”

“I will enjoy a good spanking” De Ann repeated.

“You LOVE an aggressive self assured man or woman.” Marcella continued while she was stroking De Ann’s sex.

“Self Assured” De Ann sighed as Marcella’s talented fingers were starting to explore deep within her pussy.

“You LOVE big cocks, and have little use for inferior ones.” Marcella trained De Ann to submit to a fully loaded cock.

“Mmmm big cocks” De Ann moaned.

“You LOVE sucking a pussy – not just any ol’ pussy – but one belonging to a domineering bitch!” Her mischievous smile towards the camera said it all – she wanted this petite housewife to serve her and her friends.

“Suck Pussy!” De Ann obediently repeated.

“Whose Pussy do you crave to suck?” Marcella teased her prey.

“I crave sucking the pussy of a domineering Bitch type woman.” De Ann automatically answered.

“This feels good – doesn’t it De Ann – you are growing so very wet with your desire, right here across my legs. You want to amuse me. You want to agree to OBEY me. OBEY!” She repeated again and again. “You want me to make you cum – don’t you?”

It was true; De Ann felt a burning need to please this woman. If doing what Marcella wants - amuses her, then that will please De Ann too. If she will only OBEY – then maybe she can cum.

“Now whenever anyone says ‘Pumpkin Pussy Eater’ – you will return to this state. You will feel the desire to obey that person, and most of all do anything to please them.” Then with evil delight she continued expressing what will happen to De Ann when that command is given. “Your pussy will itch to be filled by a massive cock or dildo. Your tongue will long to slurp over a damp pussy. Your mind will become open for commands to Obey.”

Just then Marcella’s fingers hit De Ann’s magical spot – and her clit sent wild spasms to her brain – she came! She didn’t just cum from someone else fingering her clit – she came because of all the crap that Marcella had instilled into her brain while massaging her pulsating clit.

“When I say ‘End Pumpkin Pussy Eater’ you will revert to nearly your normal self. You will resume your daily activities, and take care of your family. However in the recesses of your brain – the things you do to obey will endure in your dreams.” Marcella snapped De Ann from her disorientated hypnotic state.

De Ann immediately recognized that she was laying face up across the stronger woman’s legs, while Marcella’s hand was resting on her lap and her fingers were dancing inside her pussy. A look of fear spread across her face as she could hardly remember just what occurred to get her into this predicament. Her awakening was short lived because Marcella again spoke the words that clouded De Ann’s brain. “Pumpkin Pussy Eater, I want you to strip off your top and crawl on the floor to my boots. Then I want you to use your tongue and show me just how good you can lick my boots clean.”

De Ann rose up off Marcella’s lap and lifted the sleeveless T-Shirt over her head to reveal her perky 36C breasts. The most interesting thing was seeing the small tanned heart tattoo on her left breast from the Victoria Secrets swimsuit. It just enhanced her lovely white breast beside the Texas tan she had gotten earlier this summer. Desiree watched intently with the camera to her eye as De Ann slunk to the ground in front of Marcella and obediently began to lick her boots.

Marcella yelled to the other room “Guests – come back in here and see how tame I have made our newest playmate!”

The guests sauntered back into the room – and the catcalls began in earnest. “Hey babe, nice tits! I got something for you to lick!” one huge guy said while cupping his balls.

De Ann was busy licking Marcella’s boots – top to bottom and even under the heel.

Marcella said “Let those tits drag on the floor, and make sure you stick your ass in the air.”

De Ann stroked the floor with her dangling breasts, allowing her nipples to harden when they caressed the cold tile floor. Her erotic cut off’s framed her perfect ass as it wiggled in the air while she was busy applying her tongue to Marcella’s black leather boot.

Someone tossed a quirt to Marcella and the cruel Mistress alternated between swatting De Ann’s ass and her thighs, while she told her over and over to lick it like it is a big cock.

When Marcella felt like De Ann had humiliated herself in front of everyone, she decided that her new pet needed some stripes across her ass, and the best way to give a whipping was to bind her wrists overhead while her body dangles obscenely for the crowd. Once the cuffs were on De Ann and the chains held her arms over her head – Marcella spanked her ass as she swatted it with the quirt. De Ann’s tits thrust outward inviting some attention. Her nipples were like bullets – as the sexual images danced in her foggy head. Marcella, the cruel bitch that she was – cancelled the hypnotic suggestion that filled De Ann’s brain, “End Pumpkin Pussy Eater”. Now instead of soaking her thong and cut shorts while Marcella dominated her, she was free to think for herself.

Frightened like a lost little girl, De Ann checked out her surroundings. One minute she was laying across Marcella’s legs, and now she is hanging by her wrists - chained to the ceiling. Where had the time gone? How much time escaped while she was being treated this way? No watch on her wrist, no clock in the room anywhere. Oh, My – what is she doing when she doesn’t know what happening? She struggled uselessly as she pulled on the cuffs that encircled her feminine wrists. She tried to keep Marcella from whipping her tender ass, only to discover that as a chained captive she was at the mercy of the dark skinned Amazon with the whip. Several times Marcella hit De Ann’s breasts stinging her flesh and stealing away her breath. She yelped loudly and jerked backwards only as far as the links on the chain allowed her diminutive body to leap. When she went too far away from the center of the room, her feet could barely touch the floor. She looked around at the audience gathered at this party – the only other person she recognized was Desiree, who was videotaping the whole embarrassing situation she found herself in. Oh if only she could call Trent. He would rescue her. He would storm in – and free her hands from the cuffs and carry her away to safety. Then she glanced up toward her cuffed wrists and realized they had a padlock on each wrist. She wondered who had the key. Then she came to her senses, by realizing that Trent, even though he would mean well – probably was no match for some of the big guys in the audience. Hell, he might not even be able to shield her from the mighty Marcella. She would probably pounce on him shredding his clothes and tying him up all at the same time. How could he do this to her? He left her in the hands of this busty six foot tall dyke bitch.

Mmmmm, the thought of the dominant bitch with a crop or quirt in her hand made De Ann slightly shiver. Something in the recesses of her mind made her slightly swoon for this dame. She felt an eerie attraction to the bossy bitch. What was wrong with her? Why would she have an urge to put her tongue between this woman’s pussy lips and slide it slowly up and down her crack? She never had thoughts like these about another woman before, but she couldn’t deny her desire.

WHACK

A smarting splat to her framed ass cheek caused De Ann to shout obscenities at everyone within earshot. Not being under hypnosis at that moment allowed her to fight back. If she had been under the spell – she would have whimpered, but arched her but to receive more, sort of the way Desiree had done that first afternoon when Marcella spanked her. She took it – and enjoyed it.

WHAP

De Ann’s butt was hit hard that time – Marcella was no longer using a crop, but had switched to a light braided whip.

“Pumpkin Pussy Eater – thrust your ass out and hold it still so I can mark you up really good. I love the way your ass turns pink when I am around. You are not shy – show me how much you want this spanking!” Marcella turned De Ann back into her compliant play toy.

Whack – Whack – Splat --- Wooosh. The whip hit several spots on her dangling body including the side of her left tit. As it came down – De Ann obediently would arch her butt out – and accept the sting as if she adored her punishment. The crowd smiled and joked around while she was the highlight of the entertainment. They sipped on their drinks and enjoyed her plight as if they had seen it all before. De Ann’s raised arms allowed Marcella to strike her sensitive breasts, and the way she was being held up caused them to stand out from her body the way they did when she was 17. They hadn’t fallen very much over the past seventeen years, but they weren’t quite as perky as they once were. But they were real. That was important to her self esteem when she was surrounded by women like Desiree with her 36E basketballs that protruded obscenely from her chest. Mmmm, she would like to suck on them – maybe when her spanking is done, Marcella will allow it.

Marcella finished her spanking just at the same time that De Ann was dreaming she would. But instead of letting De Ann down and making her suck on a cock or pussy, Marcella took De Ann into her own hands. She knelt down right before De Ann’s legs. Raising a finger and stroking it through De Ann’s thong and torn jeans – Marcella announced to the guests “She soaked her self. You like your spanking. Lets get these shorts out the way” Marcella tauntingly pulled the shorts down and then removed her saturated thong. De Ann was naked in front of the party guests. But being under hypnosis, she was not concerned with them. She needed something between her legs. She needed a dick to penetrate her pussy and fuck her. She could look down and watch while Marcella petted her pussy and her matted fur above it. De Ann’s eyes were drawn to Marcella’s deep cleavage from her DD breasts which were confined and lifted in the leather dominatrix costume. They were more than twice what she had, but were not as obviously fake like Desiree’s. With no where to escape – she could only dangle from her chains and remain at the mercy of the dark haired aggressive woman.

Marcella patted De Ann’s pussy lips relishing in her victim’s apprehension and gently slipped two fingers into her steamy pussy. De Ann moved her pussy closer to Marcella succumbing to those fingers in an obvious attempt at orgasm. “I adore taking a little girl like you and making you mine. I’ll get your little engine started – then see how much you REALLY like it” Marcella pressed her mouth to De Ann’s pussy and began to lick at the folds. De Ann closed her eyes as the tongue started doing its job. In a few minutes De Ann’s breath was short, her thighs wanted to close around Marcella’s head and she wanted desperately to be released so she could give as much satisfaction as she was receiving.

Marcella cruelly removed her mouth from its sucking and licking. De Ann’s natural reaction was to try to follow it. She wanted that tongue deep inside. She needed that mouth to suck at her clit. But she hung uselessly. “End Pumpkin Pussy Eater” Marcella said the words that released the fog in her brain and cleared her vision to see where she was and what was about to happen to her.

De Ann shook the cobwebs from her mind, and nervously trembled from her current predicament. A room full of people watched as she was naked; dangling from her wrists while Marcella knelt between her thighs looking up with a sinister smile on her face. Marcella completely picked up De Ann and held her legs spread while she dove face first into her pussy. De Ann tried to close her legs and stop this woman from savoring her succulent nectar but without being able to touch the ground she had no leverage against the far superior strength of Marcella’s arms. Not wanting to be violated by another woman, the shock wore off as Marcella’s tongue toyed with De Ann’s blood filled clit. De Ann swooned at Marcella’s capable tongue and felt extraordinarily weak in her grasp. Again and again the tongue touched her vagina, involuntarily causing the inner lips to expand with excitement. Her tongue would ignore the hard clitoris for many seconds at a time before placing a touch so light that it soon had De Ann arching her back and moaning in surprising delight. The weirdest part of this was that Marcella was keeping De Ann’s legs spread extra wide, and was actually lifting her off the ground while she licks her pussy. She held most of De Ann’s feather weight like she was high lift bench pressing 107 pounds. De Ann clenched her abdominal muscles as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her vulnerable trembling body.

Marcella didn’t seem to stop, her tireless tongue licking at the spots that only De Ann knew and understood about her own body. Spots that were only excited by her own hand, the erogenous zones not known to her husband. Soon, the captive housewife was rotating her hips, arching her back in time to the skillful tongue, and groaning with sinful delight.

It was obvious that Marcella was an expert at pleasing a woman; the light scratch of her nails on the inner thighs, the expert tongue on excited vaginal lips, and even the way she used her warm breath to heighten De Ann’s pleasure. All were used to quickly bring the unwilling sexual servant to new heights of lustful need.

Covered in De Ann’s juices, Marcella lowered her down so her feet could touch the ground and said “mmmm that was tasty --- now to let you free and let you have a big fat cock inside that dripping wet puss.”

De Ann objected despite her peaked arousal – “Oh no, I have never had sex with a man since I got married.”

One member of the audience shouted out “Maybe if your husband was a Man instead of a little BOY – you could say that you have had a sex since you got married!” Everyone laughed.

Everyone laughed except De Ann. She tried to correct her last statement and stammered, “You made me cum with --- um – you know --- what you just did. But Trent is ten times better. His oral sex is the BEST! What I meant was that I haven’t let another man fuck me since I have been married. I am proud of that these days!”

Marcella smiled wickedly “I know for a fact that your hubby has been unfaithful to you. I am sure that he’s had sex several times without you being present. All men are like this. As soon as their dicks get hard, they can’t wait to find a place to jam them home.”

Even dangling from the chains – De Ann whose body was crying out for some love and attention, fought back the urge to have sex outside of her marriage. “Trent would never drop his pants to fuck someone else”

Desiree couldn’t resist asking “What makes you so sure he’s been faithful to your vows?”

“He’s afraid of rejection. He wouldn’t even be caught naked. Guys who are ashamed of their inferior dicks – just don’t stray.” De Ann proudly announced.

Marcella spoke the trigger phrase again “Pumpkin Pussy Eater – you get to fuck a slave, before everyone else gets to enjoy your body. Pick which one you want” Turning to Desiree she waved her hand and said “Bring the slaves forward.”

The bouncer named Brut brought two naked slaves into view. One she thought she recognized as Brat, the other – she didn’t recognize at all. Both the men had hoods over their head. They appeared to be blindfolded as well as gagged. But only one of them had an erection, the shorter man. De Ann loved big cocks --- not inferior ones. And the guy with an erection was still smaller than the limp dick on the big strong muscular guy.

Marcella set De Ann free – and led her to the naked slaves as they were being forced to lie down. Marcella noticed that De Ann took a noticeable interest in the muscle bound guy who had a thick slab of meat lumbering across his leg. The shaved ball sack looked bigger than the size of her fist. This guys’ meat was intimidating when he was soft – she couldn’t help but wondering how much damage it would do when it was hard.

Marcella told her that both slaves had been given not one, but two Viagra in preparation for this evening’s festivity. Even if both of them were not willing and they would still be able to perform for her. “Which one do you choose?” Marcella asked the hypnotized De Ann.

“Oh, I haven’t had sex with a guy that big since I met my husband nearly 17 years ago. I am too small to fit that inside of here!” she said unconsciously rubbing her wet pussy in the process.

“Nonsense, honey. You’ve had 4 kids – so you can – and will take him. You will get to fuck them both. But you have to choose which to fuck first.” Desiree jovially proclaimed.

De Ann turned to Marcella as if to gain her approval – “Oh if I have to have them both – I want the big muscular guy first.”

“Why? Tell me why you want him over this other slave?” Marcella taunted her prey.

Still under hypnosis, De Ann didn’t even bat an eye in response to such a personal question. “Because – I would like something different in my life.” Examining the two bound slaves, she could see that the muscular one had a more robust chest to hold onto, more potent ball sack with prominent nuts, and a lot better cock. “The slave on the left has an erection that is smaller than my husbands’ I can have a small cock in me anytime I want – but if I am going to have to break my wedding vows – he’s going to be hung like this one is.”

Little did De Ann know that the slave to her left was none other than her husband, Trent. But with a shaved crotch, his tool looks so different. She had NEVER seen it that way. They met long after he had reached puberty and he was never one to shave himself there, even when she thought it would be a nice change of pace sometime after De Ann had trimmed her own crotch hair. The slaves both had masks on, with gags over their mouths – so no identification was available, and Trent was unable to cry out in defense of his position.

“Take the slave of your choice – suck him to make him hard enough for you to enjoy.” Marcella explained what she wanted De Ann to do – while the other patrons watched with fascination.

De Ann bent down between the slave’s legs and began to lick the thick meat. She slurped on his cockhead, and licked his shaft. She even sucked one of his balls into her tiny mouth. Then she found herself lunging forward with her mouth and body. She wrapped her lips around the huge smooth crown and both hands around about the base of his cock. Both hands began to stroke him up and down in a steady rhythm. She started to make love to that cock with more enthusiasm and passion than she ever showed in her marriage bed. Nothing else seemed to matter, not her husband, her friends, or her kids. In a short amount of time, his cock hardened to 8 ½ inches in length and 6 inches in circumference. Its plump circumcised head twitched from her poetic mouth. She had a sweet mouth – and that cock, with a little help from the Viagra – was hard enough to ride.

De Ann climbed on top of the naked slave and mounted the cock. She slowly started to squat down to insert the full shaft into her tight wet pussy. It took a lot of rocking back and forth – occasionally the cock would pop out as she got more of it wet with her juices – before she could get the shaft deep enough within her slippery hole to work up any kind of rhythm. When the head of the cock started its movement inside her, her body felt like it tore to accommodate it. Her husband’s cock had always pleased her, but this one felt like it was twice as large. De Ann screamed between clenched teeth. Contrary to the pain she felt; she tried to push down to impale herself properly upon the organ that was stretching her excited sex.

The guests were treated to the wonderful site of De Ann’s pert ass cheeks and crack, as she bounced up and down on the thick cock. She had one leg on the floor – either side of the slave’s waist as she squatted over his thick member. The walls of her vagina expanded to accommodate the hefty tool and her juicy pussy coated his shaft for easier access each time she shoved a little deeper. De Ann was moaning, and groaning from the thickness – as it filled her whole tight pussy up. Normally quiet and reserved, she was getting into the idea that she had a massive cock in her pussy, and she delighted at its presence.

By the time she got that cock deep into her cavern, it must have erupted. When she backed off again, a huge glob of cum oozed from her starving pussy. Remembering how she raved at his tool she thought back to the accolades she bestowed on the bound slave. “oh – Oh my gosh – I haven’t felt anything this thick in my pussy in years – Oh it feels so good to have a hot cock in there instead of a cold dildo.”

Desiree, still filming the entire scene asked “What about your hubby – he has a hot cock too doesn’t he?”

Not realizing that Trent only laid 3 feet away, De Ann remarked “His cock could NEVER go where this one just did. It can’t reach me there. I know that he is fucking me, but I never feel like I am being stretched out. I know they say size doesn’t matter – but tell that to a girl like me – who has settled for measly 4 ½ inch wet noodle when she could have a 10 inch cucumber.” De Ann didn’t stop there – she continued to belittle her adoring husband. “If it weren’t for his mouth – I would NEVER have an orgasm. He’s good for one thing – Sucking my pussy. But just once in a while, I miss that fantastic feeling of being truly fucked.”

Desiree winked at Marcella and pointed to one of the guests in the room. Marcella guided a big black man to the middle of the room where the two slaves were tied up. Trent’s cock was still waving in the air – no one had used it while he was here, but the bouncer’s cock was lumbering to the side of his left leg – the shaft still shimmering in the light from the combined wetness of his own cum and De Ann’s juices. The big black man unzipped his pants – and let them drop to the floor. Behind a pair of boxers hid the most wonderful cock De Ann had ever seen. It was already 7 inches long – and it wasn’t even hard yet. Thicker than the one she had just finished with, this guy knew what a big cock was for – and he waved it back and forth in her face.

“He’s Black.” She said.

“Of course he’s black – you won’t find a cock like that on too many white guys!” Marcella laughed at De Ann’s reaction.

“I mean – I have never had a black man before. I – Oh my, I – just can’t take that in me – he’ll tear me open is what he’ll do!” She turned to Marcella and shook her head as if to refuse. “No – No way – I can’t do him. Let someone else have a crack at that monster!”

“Pumpkin Pussy Eater – You want that cock – You need that cock. YOU want to suck it – and then offer your pussy for it. Now be a good pet and bend over that couch there, and let your head dangle upside down – and you will suck that cock like a porn movie star” De Ann was instructed.

Just as she had been instructed De Ann engulfed that huge slab of meat dangling between the black man’s legs. It was thicker than ANYTHING she has ever had in her mouth – even thicker than some of the vegetables she has ‘tried out’ as a late teenager at an all girl slumber party. But this was the real thing. She dangled her head off the couch and he simply lowered his meat into her open mouth. Instead of waiting for him to fuck her face, De Ann slurped his shaft into her mouth and sucked a bit until it got hard. When his cock hardened, it had to be 11 inches long and much thicker than her tiny wrist. Her mouth stretched to take the massive cock, but less than half could fit inside without causing a gagging reflex. Her hair hangs down – as her head leans back further – his fully erect tool scraped along the roof of her mouth. The black man reached out and fondled De Ann’s perky breasts. They were pointing to the sky – just calling to him as he spread his legs and lowered his cock head into her mouth. He could balance himself – but mostly he could kneed the soft flesh and her nipples respond in kind. They hardened like mini bullets poking from her chest. Her slurping sounds could be heard by Trent who was quietly being told what was happening to the wife he was so proud of. Marcella was whispering into his other ear – that De Ann was trying to suck off a black man.

Enough of this cock sucking – she wanted that tool slammed into her pussy. That is exactly what she needed. Her cunt was just dripping wet – maybe some of it was the cum still leaking out from the last guy’s load – but all she knew was that she had to have that monster engulfed between her petite legs.

Inch by inch the huge cock entered her until she felt like it was pressing up into her chest. It could go no further and the black man held De Ann’s hips still and waited patiently for the feminine cavern to accommodate him. It gave the attractive housewife time to catch her breath. Her body was refusing to acknowledge the incredible pain she felt and was rapidly becoming more aroused than ever before. For a split second, De Ann wondered what she must look like with the huge black cock pressed into her body, how her face must be distorted while her body tried to move in unison with large black man’s thrust.

The guests at the party began to spread out – and have some of their own orgies while the black man began to thrust his weapon in and out of De Ann’s pussy. De Ann was in ecstasy from the pounding of the big man’s full cock. The outer walls of her pussy were turned inside out the first 8 or 10 thrusts, until she had built up enough juice to coat his whole staff and allow it to penetrate her tiny pussy unimpeded. “Ohhhhhhh Yessssssssss” the normally quiet De Ann moaned out loud. The black man piston his thick powerful cock back and forth in De Ann’s sweet pussy. He told the crowd that was still watching them instead of enjoying themselves, that her pussy was extremely tight. That a bit of fucking from some of his friends – and she would be just loose enough to squeeze the cock but not pinch it. Apparently, De Ann’s life with the much smaller Trent’s tool left her nearly as tight as a virgin!

This was like nothing De Ann had ever experienced before. The housewife was beside herself and felt the rush of an impending orgasm. De Ann heard herself grunting and moaning almost as if she was listening to someone else. The black man’s balls pulled up closer to his dick as he erupted his load while De Ann was moaning and enjoying her fucking. The powerful guy – let out a huge grunt as his seed slammed into the depths of her pussy. It was a good thing that she was still on the pill – since she and Trent had discussed the idea of not adding another mouth in their family, or else this black man would have surely put his seed in deep enough to plant a young child!

Marcella laughed and gave the command to snap out of the trance “End Pumpkin Pussy Eater” just as the black man was shooting the last remaining sperm on her stomach as he pulled free from her pussy. Seeing this made her realize that she had been unfaithful to her dear husband – that man just had a huge cock in her pussy. She knew it. She wanted to be upset – but somehow, deep within her – she liked it – despite the agonizing guilt she felt at having just betrayed her loving husband.

No sooner had this guy dismounted her – when someone else stepped in. She looked up from the couch she was still on, and recognized him. Yes, it was Jonathan the 6′ 6″ man who gave them both the tickets to the magic show. This impressive man had an equally large tool, alas not as big as the black man – but it had to be over 9 inches. He gripped her hips as he plunged his cock quickly into her pussy. After being forced open while the black man fucked her tight pussy – Jonathan’s cock felt so much better –– filling her up but not hurting as much.

Marcella being the cruel tormentor that she was clearly showing herself to be – put de Ann back under her spell “Pumpkin Pussy Eater – you love fucking Jonathan! Nothing can bring you more pleasure right now!”

Jonathan powered his shaft in and out of her pussy, not letting go of her sides so he could pack it in deeper than anyone else. Perhaps the black man was bigger and thicker than Jonathan, but since she was wet and stretched out some, his cock felt so much stronger. When he would pull it out – it glistened with her juice as it waved in front of her. Ordering her to roll over, he mounted her doggie style. Now gripping her hips – he forced his cock to seemingly go deeper than it had before. She was REALLY being fucked. She was being taken like she always dreamed. Jonathan’s sturdy frame and his soft but large hands were pressing against her flesh and his thick hard on was filling her pussy. This cock was reaching places Trents’ could never go. De Ann was bucking against his thrusts shouting out to the room “Ohhhhhhh Yesss. Please – Fuck me – Fuck me like I have never been fucked before. Oh, that feels so wonder-ful ---- I - just ---- am --- going ---- to --- Ohhhhhhhhh don’t ---- stop ------ I ----- am ------ going ------ Ahhhhhhhhh ---- YESSsssssssssssssss” She hissed as the orgasm from Jonathan’s cock rocked her world. But Jonathan hadn’t come – and he was still pounding away. He would drive his cock so much deeper after she came, its tip was touching her insides where dildo’s couldn’t roam. Maybe it was the fact that a dildo can vibrate – and thus her clit was the center of attention, but the vibrator isn’t heated like a real cock on a real man. Maybe it was the fact that even if she had put some toy into her pussy – it was her controlling the action. Now she was out of control. It was up to him – how fast – how hard he would thrust his cock.

Marcella called out “End Pumpkin Pussy Eater” and De Ann popped out of her hypnotic trance – to the feeling of her pussy being invaded by another huge cock. She looked down at her body as her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust of the big man’s cock.

Just minutes after coming more than she ever thought possible, she was on the verge of another fantastic orgasm. This time – it seemed that Jonathan was equally close to coming too. He stroked her soft ass, and occasionally reached under her body to cup her dangling breasts. Not missing a beat – sliding his wet cock into her pussy – he pinched her nipple and just slightly rolled the tip between his two fingers. De Ann’s orgasm flowed again as she screamed out her excitement. “Ohhh Yeah --- This is sooo good. I haven’t cum like this – in forever --- maybe never. I--- Oh my – Gawd --- This --- is --- going to cum ---- again --- I can’t --- no, I can’t be ---- it is ---- I am going to cum --- again --- Ohhhhh – I --- Yes --- Yes--- Yes – that’s it ----- More ---- More ---- Cum all inside me ---- Yes --- Ohhhh – My --- I can FEEL you ---- Yikes --- I felt it ---- YEssss Ohhhhhh baby YESSssssssssss!” De Ann came again while Jonathan’s hard dick shot his semen deep within her womb that she could feel the shot of cum erupt from his dick.

Marcella told De Ann “Pumpkin Pussy Eater – you can’t hear anything else – no other voices but mine – no other grunts – or slurps from the many tongues working to please their partner. You only hear my voice, and obey that voice. Do you understand?”

De Ann replied “Hear only your voice”

“Good.” Marcella gleamed. She undid the gag over Trent’s mouth, but left the cuffs on his wrists and the hood over his face. Telling De Ann to come to her – Trent knew she was close by.

Trent called out to her. “De Ann – Sweetness – What are you doing? They are doing something to you – they have done stuff to me --- Ohhhh De Ann – help me escape.”

Marcella cruelly told him “She is immune to your voice. But you can do something for her – she has just been fucked by three of my most immense friends. You can be a darling and make that tongue clean all the cum from her dripping cunt!”

Telling De Ann to straddle his face – De Ann settled down on his leather covered hood and muffled any protests when her drenched pussy slid over his mouth. Little by little the thick cum drained from her open hole into Trent’s mouth. He had no choice. He tried to keep from licking the sloppy cunt, but Marcella knew better. “Is my weak boy slave using his tongue to clean you – and lick your pussy to another orgasm?”

De Ann answered “No – he’s kind of squirming with his mouth closed I think”

Marcella commanded De Ann “Let this wimp of a slave to lick you. Clean you. Suck the fresh cum from your pussy. If that doesn’t work - reach down and give his balls a good squeeze until you feel his tongue working its magic.”

De Ann obeyed. Trent could hear her as her thighs were not totally pressed against his temples. “Slave – I want my cunt licked. I want all that cum sucked out. Get to work.” She reached down and yanked a bit on Trent’s balls.

“Don’t you feel it is the job of the inferior male to do this dirty work?” Marcella teased the hypnotic De Ann.

De Ann whole heartedly agreed. “Some guys – like the one that fucked me just now – are made for fucking. Other men – with less prominent features are made for sucking!”

Marcella corrected her pet – “Dear – in my world – men who’s hard dicks are a pathetic 4 inches are not MEN – they are little BOYS – and they should only be used for oral clean-up service or to get Real Men’s Cocks hard!”

Trent was nearly suffocating under De Ann’s pussy – and it really wasn’t helping that he desperately wanted to keep his mouth shut. He tried to gather a breath – and a big salty glob of male cum leaked into his mouth. With no where to spit it out, he was trying to gulp in some air – and instead swallowed the discharge of cum.

Marcella told Trent – “Lick her Slave. Suck that cum from her twat – and I will let her off your face a little to catch some air.”

Desiree smiled at the scene unfolding before her. She maneuvered the video camera so as to catch all the juicy action from the best angle possible. De Ann squeezed her thighs – and clenched her pussy tight as she told the camera “The boy is licking me now.” Tightening her pussy muscles she expelled several thick globs of male cum into Trent’s unwilling mouth.

Marcella told De Ann “Now stroke the little boy’s pee pee. Make him feel good about sucking some real men’s sperm from your pussy. See if you can jerk him off so he gets used to the idea of being used this way”

De Ann gripped his straining shaft. Noticing how much smaller it is compared to the three she just had inside herself – she admitted out loud “I can overlap my fingers completely around him, just like my Trent. Those guys I had – before – well, my fingers couldn’t even touch.”

Marcella and Desiree just laughed.

“It’s true!” De Ann exclaimed “I think your other slave laying there – with his cock area shaved looks bigger – more impressive. This one is smaller than my husband. I didn’t think it was possible – but I guess he’s not so bad – he could be as small as this dick.”

Marcella and Desiree thought that was the funniest thing they had heard. They couldn’t compose themselves. De Ann was making fun of this slave’s cock while not realizing that it is Trent’s cock.

“Tell me Pet, do you want another big cock in your pussy?” Marcella teased.

“Oh yes!” De Ann eagerly admitted.

“Have you ever seen one slave get another slave ready to please a woman?”

“No” De Ann admitted.

“They use their mouth to suck a cock until it’s nice and hard – so it can please your pussy. Which slave do you want to do the sucking and which do you want to do the fucking?” Marcella slyly asked.

“Oh – let this little boy here – suck the big muscular slave’s prick – get it all hard for me – so he can fuck me.” De Ann gleefully encouraged.

“Well – with a slave – once his dick is hard – its’ up to you to use it. Those other two guys fucked you. YOU need to fuck a slave. It’s your pleasure that is at stake – not necessarily theirs.” Marcella enlightened her.

By this time – nearly all the cum that was inside her pussy had seeped out and drained into the hooded Trent’s mouth.

Marcella removed the bondage helmet on the big slave’s head, and set his hands free. “Now, when you get off your slave’s mouth – I want you to order him to suck my other slave’s cock. Tell him to make it hard so you can fuck it!”

Still obedient to Marcella – De Ann did exactly what she had commanded. “Slave – you’ve used your useless mouth as a dumping pit for a better man’s cum. Now it is time for you to suck a big prick so I can fuck it.”

Trent tried to object. “De Ann – it’s me – you can’t possibly want to make me suck a cock – I am not gay! Sweetness, please don’t make me do this!”

De Ann didn’t hear a thing. The slave beside her – had rose up then crouched over Trent’s prone body, and whacked Trent’s face back and forth with his thick flaccid cock, helping to firm it up.

Trent couldn’t see a thing. All he could feel is that De Ann got off his face – and someone much heavier had sat down on his upper chest. This someone – had a cock. It was slapping at his hooded face. Clearly in shock – he had heard his sweet wife De Ann direct him to suck another guy – so she could get fucked. How humiliating could it get?

“Ohhh, that makes my pussy tingle – seeing one big strong muscular guy dominate the smaller one.” De Ann confessed. Secretly, she could hardly wait to see the strong beefy muscular slave shove his long cock with angry looking veins protruding from the shaft into the boy slave that Marcella had given to her.

Trent didn’t want to suck on this guys cock – no real man would. But in bondage, his hands behind his back, legs in cuffs and his sense of sight was gone with the hood on his face – he was an easy target for the strong bodybuilder. The bodybuilder threatened Trent that if he used any of his teeth, the bodybuilder would really fuck him up for sure. He continued to tell Trent to be a good BOY and suck his cock hard.

Trent didn’t have a choice --- the other slave was free to grab his head – force his jaws open and push his plump meat in Trent’s unwilling mouth. He chokes on it – he tried not to obey – but unlike his pretty wife, he was not under any hypnosis. He was quite aware what was happening to him and couldn’t understand why his loving wife was acting so insensitive and cruel towards him. He was ridiculed and now humiliated while his wife was totally unaware of what was going on. Realizing that he didn’t have a choice in the matter, he didn’t make any more fuss – and started to suck the dick in his mouth. De Ann gleefully watched something that she had never seen before – a submissive slave giving head to a slightly more dominant man – whom she will use for sex. Oh--- it got her pussy so damn wet watching that. Marcella told her to look at the hard-on that the smaller slave had – and sure enough it was sticking straight out from his crotch. “The wimpy slave loves this MANLY stuff --- he wouldn’t know what to do with a real cock – so he has to find one on a real man and suck it – worship it – envy it—then he’s available to clean it up when the Man is through.”

De Ann just nodded her head and watched the slave slurp on the big thick cock of the bodybuilder. When it was hard enough, the bodybuilder twisted around so that now he was lying on top of Trent. His ass was directly over Trent’s face and his legs were on both sides of his chest. De Ann was instructed to ride his dick – while he lays over the other slave. She squats down and since her pussy is a bit stretched – she engulfs the full meaty prick in one swoop. Up and down she rides that prick – taking delight in how weird it looked to her seeing the other slave with the hard on – still pulsating away. Trent was being crushed under the weight of them both – and while he could breathe through his mouth – it was covered by the weightlifters ball sack. The heavy toll on his body weakened his will to resist.

Oh, it didn’t take long for her muscles to contract and her orgasm to burst onto her. The powerfully built slave’s cock was just a toy for her to use. Being reminded how she loves big cocks and has little use for inferior ones.

Soon she came – and the slave came. She slid off his body and he moved out of the way – so that De Ann could place her newly soiled pussy directly over the little slave’s mouth. Trent was too far gone to disagree this time – He pushed his tongue in the gaping hole that was his wife’s tight pussy. Except right now – it didn’t appear to be too tight. Each salty glob of cum filled his tongue and he willingly swallowed it all.

Marcella then reminded De Ann that her slave’s cock still needed to be cleaned.

Trent tried to protest, “Sweetness, no, isn’t this bad enough? Stop, please darling, stop!”

Not hearing her husband’s desperate plea, De Ann guided the cum covered cock to her husband’s mouth. As Trent continued to beg, De Ann shoved the cock into his open mouth, “Suck this cock clean now little boy, make yourself useful.”

Seeing that the slave refused to properly clean her offering, De Ann viciously squeezed his ball sack eliciting a loud cry of pain from her husband. Trent could not resist any further and proceeded to suck the cock inside his mouth with great passion as he winced in pain from the misuse of his balls.

Marcella had one more indignity to indulge on De Ann. She felt her up – and realized that the recent fucking by the black guy, Jonathan, and the bodybuilder twice; left her pussy just gaping open. Marcella easily slid 4 fingers into De Ann’s wet pussy. It was only when Marcella withdrew them, and pointed them together to form a point did De Ann flinch. Marcella intended to push her whole fist into De Ann’s well fucked pussy. What was more incredible – she did it. She got her whole hand into De Ann’s cunt. “I knew it – I could stretch you wide enough to fit my whole hand inside. How does that feel pet? Do you like when my fingers wiggle around inside you like that?”

De Ann was stunned. She was being fisted by an Amazon, and although it hurts being stretched that wide – Marcella was right; the fingers inside felt unbelievably delightful. Unlike a cock, or a toy vibrator her fingers could go many different directions at the same time – causing De Ann wild erotic sensations. She resembled a puppet with the puppet martinet controlling her body movements from inside her. Marcella thrust her hand in and out – never quite bringing any of her knuckles from the depths of her pussy. She also twirled her hand so that De Ann felt an unbelievable amount of satisfaction along with the vigorous pain.

De Ann moaned – closed her eyes and incoherently started begging Marcella to bring her off. “Ohh, this – hurts --- and yet – I –Never --- no have --- ever ---- felt this --- its – Ohhh, OUCH -- that is --- Ohh – Better --- yes --- there --- do it there – Ahhhh, yessss.” She yelped and cried – but never put her hand to Marcella’s wrist to stop her, at least until Marcella took her out of the spell she was under.

“End Pumpkin Pussy Eater” Marcella gleefully said to her puppet.

De Ann was shocked to find Marcella’s fist all the way inside her pussy. Her eyes bugged open – and her body tensed. Her body racked with pain as she tried to slap at Marcella’s arm. “Get off of me – you Bitch! That HURTSSssssss” She screamed out.

Marcella used her free arm to fight off De Ann’s struggles. “You were so close to orgasm – if you will go back and relax – I will allow you to cum!” Marcella deceived her with the opportunity to cum.

De Ann senses said to fight back, but her little body was no match for this strong Amazon dyke. Even with both of her hands free – she couldn’t pry Marcella’s fist from her pussy, and she found that when she did yank on Marcella’s wrist – Marcella merely spread out her finger deep inside her womb, thus making it nearly impossible to remove without doing untold damage to herself.

De Ann was nearly in tears when Marcella invoked the magic words again. “Pumpkin Pussy Eater – you love this rough handling. You adore being a good little pet, and are grateful that I am fucking your pussy the way no other toy – or man ever could.”

De Ann relaxed. And when she quit fighting back, her body responded by giving her an awesome orgasm, coating Marcella’s arm as she squirted her body fluids from deep within her pussy. “AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She loudly groaned as Marcella proudly conquered her victim.

Marcella removed her drenched fist from De Ann’s pussy and told her to fuck the small slave now.

De Ann obediently climbed onto Trent’s tiny penis. She could barely feel him scrape the walls of her womb and when he did – it was not pleasurable – it was useless.

“End Pumpkin Pussy Eater -- Feel how small and inferior this one is” Marcella cruelly announced while Trent’s hard 4 inches were inside De Ann’s stretched pussy.

It was true – she had been brought out of her hypnotized state several times this evening, but she now found herself trying to make the small slave cum. She rode him a little, but it didn’t really excite her any. It didn’t hurt like Marcella’s whole hand, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as Jonathan or the muscular slave.

“You are fucking my newest boy slave. His dicky is all the way inside your pussy. Can you feel it? Does it feel like the best thing you have ever had inside there?” Marcella taunted her petite pet.

“It’s not as good. I don’t really like inferior men. They can’t do anything for my pussy this way. I like a big cock to fuck, not this pathetic little worm. But since he did suck the bigger cock – and clean my pussy all those times, I guess I should be nice and let him cum too.” De Ann admitted while NOT being under the hypnosis. She rode this tiny cock while nearly everyone else in the room was ignoring her. They were all too busy fucking each other to pay any attention to what Marcella and Desiree were doing. Just then – the little slave tightened his stomach muscles and curled his toes, then huffed and puffed through the gag. He was ejaculating inside her pussy. She figured that with the gag, he couldn’t have asked for permission – so she looked up to Marcella and asked “I think he just came inside me – was he suppose to – or allowed to do that?”

“That is entirely up to you from now on.” Marcella snickered as she reached behind the head of the small slave and removed his blindfold. She then removed the gag and the hood surrounding Trent’s head.

Trent wanted to cry. He had tears in his eyes. He had just shot his load into his wife, but he had been there for hours while she fucked everyone. He had been forced (with De Ann even ordering him) to suck another guy. He had sucked her well fucked twat – not once, but several times. He knew he had been used for sex earlier. But in one way – he had lived out some of his submissive fantasies too. He never thought he was man enough to please her, and now he knew her real thoughts on the matter. He knew that all those times they had made love he wasn’t man enough to stimulate her to orgasm. He found out that it was possible for her to cum with another man – with more cock than him. He knew that his best way of hanging on to her – was with his tongue. The mother of their 4 children had been given a gift – after many years of marriage, she had been enlightened to learn that a huge cock felt good.

“TRENT?” De Ann quizzically asked the small slave. “Oh my GOD – TRENT its you!” Then she flashed back to the events of the night, remembering that he and the other slave were brought here to the party. “You have been here the whole night?”

Trent just shook his head yes. He too was speechless.

“Oh – my – I had sex with other men tonight. I am so sorry – I broke our vows.” De Ann stated.

Marcella leaned down so her pussy was nearly at the top of Trent’s head “Don’t worry my dear, you were not unfaithful first. Your loving hubby had an exciting time this evening before our party. Incredibly – he made it with three women before we put him in this bondage. You got to have three men. You are equal in your infidelity. You got to make love with me – and our little slave, got to suck my much bigger slave’s cock before it rammed into that sweet pussy of yours.”

Trent didn’t have anything to say. Marcella had correctly summed it all up.

“Well, I am sure that you will have plenty to talk about on your way home. You had a real Vegas Adventure for sure.” Marcella cackled as she laughed at their plight.

De Ann cleaned herself up, and Trent was unlocked from his bonds and Desiree drove them both back to the Mirage. With the engine still running at the hotel drop off, Desiree jumped out of the car and hugged De Ann one last time. “Girl, you were a trip. I really had fun this weekend. I am so glad that you were picked to be our plaything this weekend. Maybe when I am in Dallas sometime – I will look you up and we can get together.”

De Ann and Trent discussed it some when they got back to the room. De Ann’s pussy was sore – she had been fucked by some of the biggest men she had ever seen, and of course, Marcella had forced her whole hand into her as well. Sex – with Trent was not on her mind. But Trent told her that he didn’t like seeing her strip. He explained that the bouncers had knocked him unconscious, and tied him to a chair. He said that he didn’t want to participate, but there were women – who used him and mocked him. Those women made sure that he came – but made him feel pathetic in doing so. He told her how that she would obey one minute and not the next. Unfortunately, Trent was not smart enough to realize the key phrase “pumpkin pussy eater” made her this way. They talked for hours in the middle of the night, until De Ann told Trent – “We have a flight to catch tomorrow. I am so exhausted, I need some sleep.”

Trent let her go to sleep – as he cupped one of her breasts. He couldn’t deny that deep inside of him – he felt better being used the way he was. His psyche was damaged, in that he found he liked sucking the cock of the bigger guy – knowing that it was going to be used inside his pretty wife. But his pride didn’t want to let that fact be known. He felt a bit inferior, and thus felt it was his duty to make his wife happy – usually that was with his tongue – but now, he found inside he liked being cuckolded. He couldn’t let on that he liked this – or else, she might find it more exciting to fuck other men, and not have a use for him – except to clean up after them.

Chapter 6 Back Home

They arrived and greeted their children who had been staying at their grandparents’ house. Trent’s mom asked how they enjoyed their time away – and they answered that they had a nice adventure. Telling them would seem quite awkward indeed. Back home the kids needed them, and they needed to get back into their daily routine. Sure, De Ann’s thoughts went back to that night – when she used three very well hung guys in place of her loving husband. Trent must have thought about them too – he didn’t say anything, but he was very good at going down on her that next day or two.

But after 5 days being home – De Ann’s life went back to the routine. There was her 15 year old son’s ball games to attend, dance practice for her middle girl, and of course the neighborhood gossip and entertainment with her female friends. But she was in for a shock when her neighborhood best friend found some incriminating evidence of her cheating in Vegas.

The mail delivery person didn’t find De Ann at home, and she had a large box with a new comforter from Sears in it. As she had already arranged, anytime the mail didn’t fit into the box – the mail would be delivered to her neighbor friend – Candice. So that morning Candice accepted the box and a partially torn open envelope and some bills for De Ann & Trent. Candice saw that the torn envelope contained a VHS tape, which had a post-it note attached. It said ‘hope you enjoyed Your Vegas Adventure. D’, with no name – just the letter “D” Candice couldn’t help herself and got a little bit nosey. She popped the tape into her VCR and was shocked at what she saw. It started with Trent – tied to a chair – and fucking a girl, or maybe she was fucking him then another – and another. After that, a muscular man made him suck his cock. Candice had always had a crush on Trent. Although Trent had not ever done anything to encourage or discourage Candice – she liked him never the less. Candice’s head swam with all kinds of kinky possibilities as she watched a tape with proof that Trent and De Ann must like bondage, and swinging. As the tape continued – it appeared that De Ann paid a big strong woman to spank her. This section really intrigued the busty bleach blonde as she wondered what her friend’s tight little ass would feel like if she ever got to spank her like the big strong lady in the video. Unknown to De Ann, Candice had aspects of her life that she kept from her close friend. Secrets that she thought De Ann would not understand, that is, until now.

Candice was just bursting with this new found knowledge and just absolutely had to show this to someone – so she called her old trusted friend Raven. The six foot tall, 43 year old went back many years with Candice – even to the time when she was a pre-teen and Raven was her babysitter. Raven would know what to do with this tape.

When she arrived, they sat watching the video with an odd eagerness to bring De Ann and maybe her husband Trent into a new arrangement. You see; Raven had dominated Candice for years. She is Candice’s secret Mistress. Raven has always had a warm spot in her pussy for younger, smaller blonde women. As a 23 year old college graduate looking for a job, she used to baby-sit Candice when Candice was just 12. Their friendship evolved as Candice blossomed into a young woman. Candice’s mother was unaware of their arrangement and she hired Raven three summers in a row to care for her daughter because she had a car that could drive them around during the summer. Because of this, Candice has always seen Raven as an authority figure, actually it’s much more than that, really more of a boss, or Mistress. Privately, they managed to continue their ‘special’ relationship that started 20 years earlier.

They saw the tape and realized that De Ann actually BEGGED for a spanking. She offered not only half of the money – but then all of it for a wonderful spanking. They played the tape over and over – when it sounded like the big muscular woman was giving her some weird catch phrase. They both looked at one another – almost in disbelief. Could this tape have fallen into their hands for a reason? It must have been destiny that allowed that tape to fall out of the envelope. They smiled to one another at their good fortune.

“I would love to add this tiny blond to my stable – wouldn’t you like the idea of having a playmate?” Raven slyly asked her long time friend.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone!” Candice possessively answered.

“Oh, but my darling, you won’t be sharing me with anyone – we will be gaining a whole new spice to our lives. Imagine all the fun we can have if this is real. If I understand this tape – whenever the woman says ‘Pumpkin Pussy Eater’ De Ann obeys. Think of this as a sure fire way to have someone lick your pussy – or mine, absolutely anytime we want!” Raven explained to her dutiful charge.

“Tomorrow we can put a plan together to test my theory.” She told Candice. “Now, lets see some more of that tape, I don’t know how much more I can take before I have to shove a few fingers into my pussy – and cum.”