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Kate’s BitchI was twenty-three when I married Kevin. He was twenty-eight and already asuccessful businessman with three franchise outlets of his own. I wasworking as a paralegal while I tried to decide if I wanted to go to law school.I worked in an office shared by three lawyers who were partners butcontributed equally to pay expenses. Two of them were men in their late thirtiesor early forties and they were losers. The third, a woman, was in her latetwenties and very bright. Her name was Kate and she was a slender blonde,a tomboy, but cute.Behind her back the others referred to her as “that dyke bitch”.Our honeymoon was fantastic! We went to Jamaica for two weeks and stayedat a quiet resort near Runaway Bay, on the north coast. We went to bedright after checking in and didn’t get out again for two days. It waswonderful! After that we spent most of our time on the beach. We did go and climbthe falls and a couple of other things but mostly it was beach or bed. Thesex was fantastic! Kevin had a big cock and he knew just what to do with it.One thing he liked surprised me, mostly because I’d have never thought I’d like it. He had me lay on the edge of the bed, on my side, and he’d standby the bed and fuck me in the mouth, holding my head up with both hands.All I had to do was lay there with my lips tight around his cock. I’vealways enjoyed oral sex but this was something else and I loved it! I even cameto like having him come in my mouth. It was even better when he’d have melay on my stomach and he’d hold my head up and do it that way. Luckily, Ihave strong neck muscles.One day, our fourth or fifth day there, we were on the beach sunbathingwhen he said, “Let’s take a walk down to the far end of the beach.” Thebeach was a good one-half mile long and the far end was the “clothing optional”area. The nude beach. I was wearing a tiny thong that made me feel verysexy. I’m fairly attractive but I’m no beauty. I do have a nice figure andvery nice legs and the thong looked nice on me.When we got to the line marking the beginning of the nude beach we stoppedfor a moment. Kevin shed his suit and glanced at me. “Take it off, Linda.”I hesitated for a moment and then took it off. We walked to the end ofthe beach and back and it was exciting to be nude in public. We didn’t staylong because I hadn’t brought the suntan lotion. We put our suits back onand walked back to where we’d left our towels. Ten minutes later we were backon the nude beach, well covered with suntan lotion.On our honeymoon, Kevin fucked me every day, twice a day. When we got homehe gradually tapered off to once a day, every day. Then he began skippinga day now and then. After three months we were down to 3-4 times a week andit was frustrating. I wanted it every day.One afternoon, when the losers were in court, Kate come out and perched onthe edge of my desk. “Okay, Linda, what’s wrong? You’ve been mopingaround the office for a week now. Want to talk?”After some initial hesitation I told her the whole story. She laughed andsaid, “That’s it? Your upset because your husband only does you three orfour times a week?”I frowned, hurt that she’d laughed. “It’s not funny!”She nodded. “I know and I apologize for laughing. Look, I’m no expert onme but I can tell you this – three or four times a week is damn good. Kevinmust be an iron man. Count your blessings!” I believed her but that didn’t help much. I was still frustrated.A week passed and then Kate called me into her office and asked me to staylate to help her organize her files. Her files were perfect as far a Iknew but I nodded and said, “Sure. Kevin’s out of town for a couple of daysso it’s good timing.”The losers were gone by 5:30 and Kate called me into her office. As Ientered she took a huge dildo out of her desk and set it down. It was a good 13″long and very thick. It was mounted on a square base and I realized thatthe base held a motor. It was a big vibrator. I stopped in my tracks andstared at it. “Do you want to try it?”I shook my head and whispered, “No.” But I was lying and we both knewit.Kate moved it to the exact center of her desk. “Lock the door, Linda.” Iturned and locked the door. “Good. Now come over here and try this.”I walked slowly over to her desk and stood there, staring at the hugephallus. I shivered, wondering what it would be like to ride it, to feel itthrobbing deep inside my cunt. Kate plugged it in and said, “Come on, Linda.You know you want to give it a try.”I slipped my shoes off and then pulled my skirt up while I removed mypantyhose and panties. Then, I got up onto her desk and pulled my skirt uparound my waist. I eased myself down onto the phallus, conscious every momentthat Linda was watching. I took my time and it was a full minute before itwas fully in me. Kate smiled. “Turn it on when you’re ready.”I nodded, but I didnt’ turn it on right away. I moved up and down on it,slowly at first, and then a little faster as I became aroused. It filled meand it felt good. Really good. Then I glanced at Kate and whispered, “Turnit on for me, please.”She reached and flipped the switch and it began to vibrate. An off-centerrod inside the phallus began to turn and I threw my head back and moanedwith pleasure as jolts of pure pleasure shot through my body. Kate steppedclose adiosbet yeni giriş and ran her hands up my thighs. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and easedit off. My bra followed a moment later. Then she unbuttoned my skirt andpulled it up over my head. She stepped back and took a long look at mynaked body. “Very nice!”It was a little embarrassing to be naked and impaled on a vibrator whilemy boss watched but I was too aroused to care. I blushed when she cupped mytits and ran her thumbs over my rock-hard nipples. She tweaked them and Iwhimpered with pleasure. It was late September but the office was warm and Ibegan to sweat. I had my first orgasm within minutes. Others followedrapidly while I whimpered and moaned and then, finally, I threw my head backand screamed with pleasure. Kate chuckled and squeezed my tits gently. Icaught her eye and whispered, “Please, turn it off, I can’t take any moreright now.”She turned it off and I eased myself off it and sank to my knees.She stroked my thighs and whispered, “Feel better now?”I nodded. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!” I stared down at the top of the desk whileshe fondled me.After a couple of minutes she patted me on the back and said, “Go and takea shower.” I eased myself off her desk and went into her private bathroom.I took a long, hot shower and then took my time drying off. I dried myhair and then took a deep breath before opening the door. Kate was gone. Myclothes were on her desk, folded neatly. A note on top instructed me makesure I put the overtime down on my time card and then lock up when I left.The next day Kate acted as if nothing had happened and it was a bigrelief. It was business as usual. After lunch, she stopped to pick up hermessages. She smiled at me and said, “Well, you seem like you’re in a better moodtoday.”I nodded. “Yes, I am. Thanks.”The losers were in court all afternoon and Kate was busy interviewing awitness in an accident case. About 4:30, after the witness left, she calledme into her office. She was standing at the window, looking out. I walkedover and stood next to her. She glanced at me and smiled. “Is everything allright?”I nodded. “Yes, thanks. Everything is fine.”She turned to face me and asked me what I thought of the witnesses.Were they telling the truth? As we chatted she toyed with one of mybuttons. After a moment I realized that she was unbuttoning my blouse. Wecontinued to talk as if nothing was going on. My bra hooked in front and sheopened it with a twist of her fingers. She pushed it aside, baring my small,firm breasts. My nipples hardened when the cool air washed over them. Katetweaked them and I groaned. She smiled. “Do you want me to stop?”I shook my head after a moment’s hesitation. “No, I don’t.”She cupped my tits and fondled them gently. The discussion was over.A few minutes later I was leaning on her desk, nude, moaning with pleasurewhile she fucked me doggy-style with a strap-on dildo. When she undressedI was surprised to see that her tits were slightly bigger than mine. Shewas clean-shaven and her vulva was shockingly visible. She brought me toorgasm twice and when she eased the dildo out of my pussy it glistened with myjuices. She smiled and said, “Clean it. With your mouth. On your knees.”I shook my head. “No, please…..” But I was already sinking to my knees.I took it in my mouth and tasted myself for the first time. I liked it.Kate chuckled as I licked it clean, savoring the taste. This time weshowered together. I played with her tits and found it very enjoyable. Shelaughed when I murmured, “Now I know why most men are tit men.”She fucked me almost every day and except for the fact that she was anattractive woman it was just like getting fucked by a guy. Well, there was oneother difference. She was tireless and once she fucked me steadily forthirty minutes. I had orgasm after orgasm and only asked her to stop when Istarted feeling sore.But, other than that, it was like being fucked by Kevin. She never askedme to go down on her or anything like that. Not then. She brought me alongslowly, spending six weeks getting me used to having her fuck me. Getting meto depend on her. Turning me into her fuck slut.Her practice was growing and one afternoon she told me she was moving intoan office of her own. She asked me to come with her, with a 50% raise. Iwould have gone without the raise. When we moved things continued as beforeexcept that we had more freedom to fool around. She began to exert morecontrol, starting with the way I dressed. She wanted me in short skirts,legs bare, no bra, no panties, and a blouse that buttoned in front. She likedhaving me walk around barefoot, with my blouse unbuttoned to just below mytits. The clients seemed to enjoy it too, as did I. I was, as Katementioned, a pretty slut. At the same time, Kevin was busy opening his fourthfranchise operation and he had less time to spend with me. Kate was satisfyingmy sexual needs so it wasn’t a problem.One Friday, in late October, Kate came in and asked if I had any plans forlunch. I shook my head and she smiled. “Good. I’ve made an appointmentfor you at the salon across the street. They’re going to give you a completebikini wax. Your appointment is at 11:30.” I kept the appointment. It waspainful but adiosbet giriş when it was over my vulva was completely bare. It made me feellike a girl again and it was very sexy to see myself like that.When I returned to the office Kate called me into her office. “We havenothing on the calendar for this afternoon. Go and lock the front door andthen take your clothes off. I want you to work nude for the rest of the day.Put your clothes in my closet. If anyone comes you can run in here and I’llanswer the door while you get dressed.”Working naked was exciting. At five-thirty Kate called me into her office.She was leaning against her desk, nude, her legs spread. I walked over andshe fondled my tits. “Have you ever gone down on another woman?”I shook my head. “No.” My voice quavered. I was scared but also veryexcited.She smiled. “It’s time you learned. Get down on your knees.” I sank to myknees and rested my forehead against her thigh. She ruffled my hair andafter a moment I pressed my lips aginst her thigh. She spread her legs alittle wider and I began kissing her inner thighs, where her skin wassoftest. After a few moments she eased herself onto the desk and I continuedlicking and kissing her inner thighs, working my way upward. As she becamearoused I smelled the musky aroma of woman in heat. It was a new and excitingscent. I pressed my mouth against her vulva and inhaled the aroma. After amoment I pulled back a little and licked her. Her taste was different thanmine, tangier, not as salty, but just as enjoyable.Even though Kevin didn’t care for it too much he was skilled at eatingpussy and I tried the things I liked on Kate and apparently, despite my lackof experience, she enjoyed them too. I brought her to orgasm twice beforeshe pushed my head away. “No more! God, you’re good with your tongue! Areyou sure this is your first time eating cunt?”I rocked back on my heels and licked my lips. “Yes. But I paid attentionwhen guys were going down on me.”That night, Kevin was surprised and pleased when he saw my bare vulva andassumed I’d done it for him. More time passed. Christmas came andwent, then New Years. Kevin and I stayed home on New Year’s Eve andcelebrated quietly. I knew something was bothering him and I was afraid he’d foundout about Kate and me. But that wasn’t it. A few days later he came homeand said, “Linda, I’ve met someone else. I want a divorce.”I think he was surprised and a little shocked when I just nodded and said,”Okay, if you’re sure that’s what you want.” Our marriage had lastedjust a few days over nine months. When I told Kate she said she was sorry. Ishrugged, “No reason for you to be sorry. He doesn’t know about us. He metsomeone else. Someone less demanding from what he said.”Later, in the afternoon, I went into Kate’s office and said, “We need totalk. Since Kevin and I are splitting I’m thinking that now might be a goodtime for a change of scenery. I’m thinking of going west, to Colorado orOregon.”Kate got up and came around her desk. She grabbed my chin with her lefthand and forced her thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue until Iwhimpered in pain. “Listen to me, slut. You’re not going anywhere. You’remine and you’ll do as you’re told. Do you understand me?”She released me long enough for me to nod and whispered, “Yes, Kate.”Then her thumb was back in my mouth and I was helpless. She hissed, “Getnaked, bitch. You need a taste of the strap to remind you who’s in chargehere.” She pressed hard on my tongue, holding me helpless, while I removed myblouse and skirt. Then she walked me around her desk and I had to crouchwith her while she got a leather strap out of her bottom drawer. Shecontinued to hold me like that while she spanked me with the strap. It hurt likehell and I was crying like a baby when she finally stopped.Finally, she tossed the strap on her desk and released me. “Get yourclothes on and get back to work, bitch.”I dressed quickly and scampered back to my desk. She came out a few minutelater and said, “I have an errand to run. I’ll be gone for about thirtyminutes.”She was gone less than thirty minutes. When she returned she tossed aplain brown bag onto my desk. “I brought you a present. Put it on and the comein. We have things to discuss.”She disappeared into her office and I opened the bag. Inside was a plainleather dog collar. It was about 1” wide and had a brass plate affixed toit. The plate was engraved: `Kate’s Bitch’. I put in down on my desk andstared at it for a long time. Then I got up and walked to the door, intendingto leave for good. I stopped glanced back at my desk, thinking about howgood it felt when Kate fucked me. I walked back, picked up the collar, andfastened it around my neck. When I walked into her office she smiled andsaid, “Bitches don’t wear clothes. Ever.”She hired someone to replace me at the office and I moved into her house. I’m her pet, her bitch, her fuck slut. I take care of the house and all ofher personal needs. Her house is located on a cul-de-sac and her propertyis surrounded on three sides by a state forest. The nearest neighbor is morethan ½ mile away. I work naked in the yard during the warmer months. Inthe winter I’m allowed to wears sweats, gloves, a coat, and boots when I’mout shoveling. adiosbet güvenilirmi Her definition of winter is strictly by the calendar. I’veworked nude in the yard in early December, running into the garage every fewminutes to warm up.I’m treated like a pet, a well-loved, pampered pet and I’m content.Once in a while Kate lets me dress up and takes me out to dinner or amovie. But I’m never allowed to forget that I’m owned. I eat and drink out ofdog bowls. I’m allowed to use my hands only to hold the bowls in place andIm not allowed to prepare my own food. Except for the work I do aroundthe house I’m expected to act like a dog, like the bitch I am. At night, whenKate’s reading or watching television I’m either on my knees beside herchair or curled up on the floor in front of her. She likes to warm her feeton my belly. Once in a while she slip me a doggy treat. I eat dog food lacedwith vitamins. I’m not allowed to talk unless in response to a directquestion.A month ago she called the house and I heard her tell me to pick up thephone, something I’m not allowed to do normally. She told me that she wasgoing out of town on business and wouldn’t be home that night. “It’s totallyunexpected. Bobbi will come over and feed you.”I sighed. “Are you fucking her?””That’s none of your business but the answer is no, not yet. When I getback remind me to whip you for being nosy. She knows about you and she’sfascinated. You’ll act just like she’s me. Do you understand?””Yes, Kate. I understand.””She’ll be there at 5:30. I’ve given her a key. She’ll feed you andservice you and if you want she’ll take you for a walk. Be a good little bitch.”She hung up before I had a chance to answer.I was on my knees, facing the door, at 5:25. Bobbi arrived about tenminutes later. When I heard the key in the lock I braced myself. I knew she wasa redhead and moderately attractive (according to Kate) and competed inTriathlons. She came through the door in a gust of cold air that turned mynipples into hard little points. She was taller than I expected, about 5′ 8”,but otherwise she was pretty much as Kate had described her. Her skin wasvery pale and she had few freckles. Her hair was dark red and hung to hershoulders in a wild tangle of curls. Her eyes were green, as pale as atropical ocean. She locked the door and turned to me with a smile, holding herhand out. “You must be Kate’s bitch. She’s right, you are a pretty slut.”I touched my nose to the back of her hand for a moment and then licked itseveral times. She giggled, delighted, and I found myself liking her inspite of my resentment about the amount of time Kate spent with her each day.She walked through the house, exploring, and I followed on my hands andknees. When we got to the kitchen she noticed that my water bowl was empty. “Are you thirsty?”I nodded.”What do you drink from when it hasn’t been filled? Show me.”I glanced at the lavatory and sighed. She followed me as crossed thekitchen and nudged the door open with my shoulder. I looked back at her and whenshe ignored my pleading look I sighed and turned to the toilet. I lappedwater out of the toilet, totally humiliated.She washed my bowls and filled them. Then she sat down on the floor andpetted me while I ate. She stroked my back, buttocks, and thighs and thenslipped her left hand under me to fondle my tits and rub my belly.When I done eating she snapped a leash onto my collar and walked me aroundthe back yard for ten minutes. When we went back inside she came into thebathroom and watched me pee. Using a toilet was one of the few human thingsI was allowed. But privacy wasn’t. She crouched in front of me and pushedmy knees apart so she could watch. I closed my eyes and blushed as I peed.She told me I had pretty knees.She put me on my knees in front of the sofa and fucked me with a strap-onwhile I rested my upper body on the soft leather cushion. After my orgasmI turned and licked the dildo clean. She ran her fingers through my hairand asked, “Does Kate ever fuck you in the ass? Speak.”I shook my head and answered, “No, ma’am.” The fear was apparent in myvoice.She smiled. “I will, but not tonight.” Then she whipped my ass with aleather strap and left me curled up in a corner, sobbing.When Kate returned the next day she saw the welts on my ass. “Were you abad girl? Speak.””No, ma’am. I was good. She just whipped me because she could.”Kate got Bobbi on the phone. “Get your ass over here. Now!”When Bobbi arrived she was paler than usual and I realized that she wasterrified. Kate lit into her as soon as the door was closed and locked. Shebackhanded Bobbi across the face and hissed, “I told you to feed her andfuck her, I didn’t tell you to whip her. Nobody disciplines her but me. Isthat clear.” She punctuated her question with another slap.Bobbi whispered, “Yes, ma’am. Its very clear. I’m sorry.”Kate smiled. “You’ll be sorrier in a few minutes. Get your fuckin’clothes off, bitch.”Bobbi stripped in record time. Kate marched her into the living room madeher kneel by the sofa while she went to get a paddle. I watched, smiling,while Kate paddled her ass until it was as red as a tomato. By then Bobbiwas sobbing brokenly and begging for mercy. Kate pushed her off on thefloor and tossed the paddle toward me. “My arm’s tired. You paddle her for awhile.”I got up and sat down on the sofa. Bobbi crept across my lap, stillsobbing, and I paddled her for another five or six minutes. The next day Katebegan interviewing for a new paralegal. Bobbi became second bitch in atwo-bitch household

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