The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Maria Delacruz collapsed into the leather chair behind her desk. Her mind was a jumble of disbelief, humiliation and fear. She struggled to take it all in. At least there was some explanation for her periods of lost time. Somehow she’d been changed into some kind of sex-crazed slut, wantonly begging for sex. She’d seen with her own eyes the taped evidence of this version of herself urging strangers on in their use of her, and filled with lust by acts that she’d never even contemplated before. Oh god, and watching this had actually aroused her! She had to believe that it was just some further aspect of his control.

And now this kid Foxx wanted to take over her life. She was genuinely afraid to find out of these plans for her that he had spoken of. And he was moving into her apartment? She started to sob. All that she worked for seemed to be crashing down around her. She had fired one punk kid for reasons that any employer would agree with, and somehow it was coming back at her. Now she was being blackmailed and mysteriously controlled all at once. And the way he talked to her now. Two weeks ago he had been a meek employee cowering in his cubicle; now all of a sudden he was laughing at her, calling her insulting pet names, and using his power over her shamelessly. She slammed her fist on the desk. She couldn’t believe that all of sudden her dreams and plans were going to be shoved aside by some vindictive, horny kid. She forced herself to calm down and regain some control. There had to be a way to figure things out and escape all of this, even if it took some time. A computer program allowed him to do all this? It didn’t seem possible. Then again, all she had to do was look down to see that it was.

Before all this her breasts had been a B cup, firm and attractive she had thought (and had never gotten any complaints from those she had dated) but now these massive mounds of flesh straining at her blouse. With every move she felt the new weight of them. As well, they actually jiggled. She had felt them bounce as she sat down, and without a bra (which amazingly they didn’t seem to need) the sensation of her stiff nipples sliding against the tight soft fabric sent a shiver through her. She returned to her washroom to look at herself, trying to find out how noticeable it might be. Her fears were confirmed when she saw her reflection. They were impossible to miss. Not only were her new breasts so much larger than they had been in the past, but with the ill fitting top, her buttons strained to keep them covered. The blouse was keeping her breasts pushed together, making the cleavage visible at her collar even more scandalous—even if his cumm wasn’t drying there. She shuddered. The blouse was now so tight that not only were her nipples visible, but even the small arcs of the golden rings that pierced them. She tried pulling her jacket together to cover up, but it was futile. Besides, it only jostled her breasts more, and the tingling would only keep her nipples hard longer.

Trying to force her thoughts to some kind of normalcy, she realized that it was already the middle of the afternoon, and she had a lot of work to do. She wasn’t about to let this ruin her company – she would start there in her assertion of herself. She returned to her desk. Her resolution met a minor setback right away as she slid her chair up to the desk to resume marking her comments on a report and realized quickly that her new breasts were making their presence known to her. It was a bit of a challenge to concentrate with new, full, cum-stained breasts were constantly in her peripheral vision, but she forced herself.

She was jolted out of her concentration once more to hear Deb addressing her.

“Ms. Delacruz, I’ve got those letters for you to sign,” she said, striding towards her desk with a yellow file folder in her hands.

Maria’s face immediately went hot; she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Oh, yes, thanks, um, just leave them here on the desk,” she stammered. She tried to lift her eyes to smile nonchalantly at her assistant. As she feared, Deb’s eyes were wide and were focused right at her chest. Maria wanted to just crawl under her desk and hide. Deb slid the file onto the desk and hesitated, her mouth was open but she clearly didn’t know what to say. Her eyes darted back and forth between Maria’s eyes and her new cleavage. Maria could only imagine what she was thinking. “Thanks, Deb, that’ll be it for now.”

After mumbling something unintelligible, Deb turned and returned to her own desk. No doubt hopping right on the phone to tell every other assistant in the company that the boss had spent the weekend getting new tits. A new wave of anger and frustration washed over Maria. Even without Foxx’s video being shown, people were going to be talking about her with whispered giggles.

At 6:00pm, Maria pushed her chair back from the desk with a sense of resignation. Normally she’d look forward to the comfort of her own home, but now she had no idea what to expect once she arrived there. She knew that she wouldn’t be alone – that this man ruining her life was also invading her sanctuary. But she didn’t dare risk being any later than usual.

The walk home introduced her to even more aspects of the changes that Foxx had made. She had moved around her office, but it didn’t compare to a good brisk walk. She just couldn’t get use to the shaking and swaying of her D cup breasts. Even firm as they were, the bouncing flesh was impossible for her to ignore. And her nipples dragged against the tight fabric constantly, getting so stiff she thought it would drive her mad. Perhaps most frustrating was that it was proving to be so arousing. She could feel the heat and wetness build in her bald pussy. What also didn’t help was that just about ever man she walked by seemed to nearly break his neck craning to get a look at her breasts trying to force their way out of her blouse.

Finally reaching her building she paused in the Lobby, hoping some deep breaths would calm her down. Of course, there was Calvin, the doorman, friendly as always and striding over, ready to give his greetings. She gave a quick wave and ducked into the elevator, hopefully he too could get a close look at her.

She turned the key in the door, took a deep breath, and entered her apartment. She looked around quickly, and didn’t see any sign of Foxx. She set her briefcase on the table and started to make a cautious inspection. She was stopped dead in her tracks by his voice.

“Welcome home, Maria. It’s good to see you,” he said, his smile wide. “Strip.”

She paused for just a second, almost wondering if her body was going to act without her again. Then realizing that he was making her obey on her own, she started to disrobe before him. Once more it hit her – she was in her own home, standing in the middle of her living room, and she was being made to take off her clothing for a virtual stranger. She felt the heat in her cheeks, but she continued. After sliding the jacket back off her shoulders and hanging in over the back of a chair, her fingers moved to her blouse. The strained buttons opened easily and her full breasts poured out into the open. She then slid down the zipper at the side of her skirt and wiggled it down her hips. She noticed now that her panties from this afternoon were gripped in his fist.

“Oh that’s lovely, dear, you may stop.”

She stood before him in just thigh-high stockings and three inch heels. Her arms hung nervously at her sides. As far as she remembered, this was the first time she was naked in front of him – even though she had certainly seen different on his videotape. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed as his eyes roamed over her.

“Mmmm, you look lovely, Maria – your new tits suit you perfectly,” he said as he moved closer to her. She quivered as he touched her, running his hands over her shoulders, down to cup the weight of her breasts. She visible shuddered as his hands slid over her tormented nipples, which resulted in a smile and comment from Foxx. “Yes, you’ll find those are very sensitive, Maria, about three times as much as they were before.” He used both hands to simultaneously pinch both nipples and a gasp escaped her lips.

“Now, the new house rules for you, Maria. First of all, when you are at home unless I tell you otherwise you are only allowed to wear a certain uniform. You will change into it as soon as you get home, whether or not I’m here. This is your uniform,” and he pulled a covering cloth from off the coffee table. She didn’t think those items could be called a uniform, but he continued. “There are leather cuffs for your wrists and ankles, and a leather collar for your neck. You will also wear stockings and high heeled shoes no shorter than four inches. Other than those items, you will wear nothing else unless I tell you. The cuffs and collar lock on, as you can see. Each day you will come home and lock them on. I will hold the key, of course. You may put them on now.”

He paused, and with a deep breath she moved to the table and began. They went on easily enough and the locks were clearly of a high quality as they locked smoothly and solidly. She started with the ankles, then her wrists, then finally the collar. She felt tears forming in her eyes as the last lock clicked shut. She was wearing a collar like some kind of animal.

“Now, regarding the sleeping arrangements. The master bedroom is, of course, mine now. You will not enter that room unless you are following orders or given specific permission. Your room is now the bedroom next door.” He reached over to a side table and picked up something she saw only briefly before he approached her with it. Reaching up to her neck, he clicked the leash onto her collar. The shame of this nearly floored her, and her mouth dropped open. “Come pet, I’ll show you your room,” and he actually tugged at the collar. She had no choice but to follow him. She was still in a state of shock that seemed to only build by the minute. She was stripped naked, “dressed” in a couple leather straps. Her breasts were now huge, not to mention decorated with gold rings, and swayed with each step. Between her legs her shaved pussy also glinted with jewelry. Her room was another shock. Newly installed hooks and shelves surrounding the room displayed every imaginable type of sex toy, in a wide variety of color, sizes and shapes. In the middle of the room, rather than a bed, was just a five-foot long by three-foot wide by three foot high metal cage with a padded base.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She just started to cry and she slid down to her knees, no longer having the energy to stand. Wordlessly, he simply tugged at her leach, guiding her on all fours into the cage. Even through her tears she heard the lock click shut.

The week went by very quickly for Maria – primarily because she remembered so little of it. Each morning she would wake and have perhaps a moment or two of dizzy forgetfulness and confusion before she remembered her situation. Then her humiliation would wash over her, made very real by the tight confines of her cage and the leather straps around her neck, ankles and wrists. She would have to wait to be unlocked before she could relieve herself, shower and dress. Foxx would send her off to work with a wicked smile. Work, to a degree, was a bit of a refuge. She was back in her own world and could distract herself by throwing herself into the tasks of the day. The company was doing very well financially, and she pushed aside the frustrations as much as she could to take pride in that. It didn’t help with one major sale this week that the client drew no small amount of obvious pleasure in every glance he stole down her top. But she wouldn’t let herself believe it affected the sale at all.

She was still not used to her enlarged breasts, but at least she stopped bumping them into things. Word was certainly getting around, as the stares increased, and she was noticing employees on her floor that normally didn’t make it out of their own departments – all hoping to get a glance at the boss’s new tits. What didn’t help was the clothing that Foxx was allowing her to wear to the office. While the new pieces at least fit, they were a good deal tighter and lower-cut than she would have chosen even with her original figure. Her new D cups were showcased, displayed and showed-off with low V-necks and form-hugging sweaters. And without a bra, every brush of fabric or cool breeze returned her nipples to a state of rock-hard arousal – something that was not missed by any man in the room with her. As well, all her longer skirts and all of her dress pants had disappeared. She was limited to skirts that were tighter and shorter than she was ever able to feel comfortable in, especially with the slits cutting high on some of them. It made her aware each time that she had to sit or lean over than panties were another item she was forbidden.

And the end of the day, she’d have to face the walk home. Her stride had a new wiggle to it due to her high heels and her unencumbered breasts bounced, wiggled and swayed in a way that seemed to give no end of pleasure to every man that passed her on the street. And with the constant sliding of her pierced nipples against the inside of her topthey were kept diamond hard which invariably added to the swarm of eyes drawn to her. All she could do was feel her face heat up with embarrassment, hope that no-one she knew saw her bouncing down the sidewalk, and try to get into her building as quickly as possible.

Once home, she would follow her rules and strip down to the heels and stockings and re-lock herself into the straps and humiliating collar. Foxx was nearly always there to welcome home and ogle every move she made around the apartment in her “uniform.” After about an hour, he would lock on her leash, lead her to her room and her cage and lock her in. She would invariable fall asleep and not wake until morning. She knew he was using his Master PC software on her, as she remembered no dinners, but she did not wake up hungry. Not to mention that she was “sleeping” about 11 hours a day. Given her past experience, she knew to fear what happened in those missing hours, but she didn’t dare ask. After seeing herself on that tape, not knowing seemed immensely preferable.

The routine changed near the end of the week. He called her at work just before the end of the day on Thursday. “Tell your assistant you’re taking a long weekend, and that you won’t be in tomorrow.” He offered no other explanation, and he simply hung up. She let Deb know on her way out. Once home she kept waiting for more information, but she didn’t dare ask. Rather than offer up anything, Foxx instead put her to bed early as usual, locking her into her cage by 8pm and shutting out the lights.

She woke up in a haze, stretching and feeling the heat of the sun. Slowly her mind cleared and she opened her eyes, realizing she shouldn’t be able to stretch in her cage. She gathered her bearings and realized that she wasn’t in her room at all, but stretched out on a blanket on the living room floor, stark naked in front of the balcony door, the bright sun pouring over her body. She scrambled up onto her feet and shied away from the expanse of glass. Sleeping on the floor, however she got there, seemed to have given her muscles an all-over ache. She looked around to see if Foxx was home, and to get her bearings. She figured that he must have something planned if he’d wanted her to take today off. There was no sign of him. She couldn’t unlock her collar or cuffs without him and she didn’t want to shower with them on so she curled up in front of the television to wait for him. She started flipping around the channels, looking for Regis, a rare weekday morning pleasure. She couldn’t find it, which confused her. In fact, there seemed to be nothing on but sports. Suddenly her eyes widened. What the hell were sports doing on TV on Friday morning? A quick check of CNN confirmed her fears. It was 2 o’clock on Sunday afternoon. She cursed out loud. She got up and started to look around the apartment – for some kind of clue or just to relish being alone in her home for once. She still wasn’t daring or stupid enough to venture into “his” bedroom. Her room she was familiar with, and the third bedroom had been converted into a dressing room, where her clothing was kept – he refused to allow anything but her cage and the sex toys in her room. Returning to the living room, she finally noticed one significant change. The artwork that had hung on her walls was gone and replaced by some new photographs varying from 8x10’s scattered on the shelves to large framed pieces – and they all featured her. Her jaw dropped open as her wide eyes shot from one to the other. In some she was posing seductively in tiny scraps of lace lingerie, in others she was completely nude. They just seemed to get worse and worse. She was featured her in her uniform of leather restraints, in a tiny leather bra top and skin tight latex skirt that didn’t even cover all of her ass, in a sequined thong clearly baring her tattooed flesh and sheer skin-tight top. One rather artsy shot featured just her breasts, with a sparking chair dangling between the rings that pierced her nipples. As she spun around the room taking it all in her hands went instinctively to cover her breasts and pussy, a lost reflex while faced with all these images of depravity. And of course in each one the expression on her face showed a slut who was loving the way she was displayed, dripping with lust – the phrase “making love to the camera” stuck in her mind.

She had no sooner sunk down onto the floor in a lump than the door opened and Foxx returned.

“Ah good, you’re up, and just in time,” he smiled, “and do you like the way I’ve decorated?”

“Oh no, please, take them down, please – I look like such a whore in those pictures,” she begged.

“Of course you do, pet, that’s what you are now. Best get used to it. Besides, we need the place properly decorated for the party tonight.”

“What? What party? Oh please, you can’t let anyone see those photos. Please, I’m doing what you want, don’t show them.”

“Maria, you’re being a good girl, and in return I’ve not shown the video or the photos to your family, friends or people from work. Don’t you worry about our party tonight at all. Besides, some of our guests you’ve already met,” his smile and the look in his eyes showed he was barely holding in his laughter, just loving how low he was bringing her. “Now, let’s get you ready.” He brought her to the washroom and unlocked her collar and cuffs. She was to shower and perfume her body. He had taken advantage of his powers to eliminate any need to keep herself shaved.

Once clean, dry, perfumed, she applied make-up and made her way to the dressing room as commanded. What little clothing he had chosen was laid out on a small table and he was there to assist her in getting into it. A corset was the first item to squeeze into. Once it was buttoned around her she had to hold on tight as he drew the laces tighter and tighter, drawing in her waist and forcing her breasts up and together. They looked like tight fleshy balloons barely contained by the black silk of the corset, which was cut just low enough that her nipples and their gold rings peeked out for all to see. Wrapped so tight, she needed Foxx’s assistance to get the fishnet stockings he had chosen on, and they were carefully adjusted to straighten the seams at the back of her legs. Stiletto heels were slid onto her feet, with heels that were at least five inches tall. They also had an extra feature in that the leather straps actually locked them onto her feet – tiny silver padlocks hung from the sides. Her cuffs were returned to her wrists and her neck wrapped in her collar and locked on as well. Foxx smiled as her showed her some of the last items she would be “wearing.” He had her spread her legs and bend forwards, resting her head and hands on a chair. The corset kept her back straight and she was mortified to have herself so exposed as he moved behind her. She had little doubt he could take in every inch of her this way. She shuddered when she felt his touch on her ass cheeks, and she moaned as the touch became even more intimate – his fingers her sliding over her shaved pussy lips and even across the tight rosebud of her ass.

“Some of your uniform, slut, only I will know about,” he purred from behind her. Her body jerked as she felt him slide a well lubricated orb inside her pussy. She squirmed, mortified, as his fingers nudged it deeper inside her. He wasn’t done, however and one of his fingers, slick with lube, pressed against her ass. As his pressure increased, she felt him slide inside her. It felt so strange and wrong, but he didn’t stop with the increased sound of her moans. His finger moved slowly in and out, spreading the thick cold lotion inside her. It withdrew for a moment but returned quickly, and this time she could feel it was guiding something additional inside her. His finger slid out but she felt it left inside her.

“Stand up, Maria,” he instructed. As she did, she could feel the toys inside her as a teasing presence. He knelt down before her and guided one foot, then the other, into a pair of panties he had chosen. The were a black latex in a boy-short style – that kind of fit that covered more than a thong or panties made the curves of her ass that were exposed seem even more naked. As it was stretched over her, she could feel the twin toys trapped tight inside her. Foxx took a step back and smiled wide. With a gesture of his hand, he instructed her to turn around before him. Her body and mind ached as she complied. With the corset so tight, each breath forced her breasts to rise visibly. Her nipples, teased by the edge of the corset and the dangling rings, were stiff and tingling. She wobbled on the tall heels. With every motion, she could also feel just enough teasing of the toys that he had filled up her pussy and ass with. He was obviously pleased with himself, and with her appearance. She could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Clicking on her leash, he led her out into the living room.

“Now Maria, you are going to have the following chores tonight: you will be answering the door, taking the guests coats to hang in the closet, and fetching whatever drink they request. Is that clear?”

“Yes, I understand. Are you really going to have them see me this way?” her eyes were pleading with him.

“Oh, don’t worry, my pet. You look just delicious. Perhaps the best you ever have. Oh wait, one more thing that I almost forgot.” He rushed back into her room. Returning, he approached behind her. “Open your mouth, pet,” he instructed. As her lips and teeth parted she felt his quick reaction as he pushed a rubber ball gag into her mouth, his fingers strongly guiding it past her teeth. It pulled even farther into her mouth, straining at her lips, as he fastened the gag’s buckle behind her head. He turned her to look at him. “Oh perfect, Maria, you look like the perfect little sex slave.”

Maria was reduced to mumbling and moaning behind the gag. Each time she felt that she had reached a new level of embarrassment and shame, there always seemed to be farther to go. And of course, at that moment, the doorbell rang.

She made her way to the door after Foxx’s eyes made it clear that he was not kidding, nor would he accept anything less than prompt obedience. He retired to change. She opened the door to face a man and a woman. She had to gesture them in and try to close the door behind them as quick as she could – she had not realized until that moment that her neighbors in the hall might also be given a rather unique view of her new life. She took their overcoats and guided them towards the living room with a wet mumble and a wave of her hand. Both were striking in their appearance and were dressed very well – he in a well-tailored pair of black trousers and matching sports jacket over a silk shirt, her in a flowing red spaghetti-strap dress that fit her well-curved body perfectly—perfectly enough to make it clear that she was wearing nothing beneath it. With the gag tight in her mouth and Foxx still not back, she had to awkwardly try to be understood in offering them a drink – all the while enduring their blatant staring at her body and costume. With a laugh they admitted they understood her and requested red wine. Maria’s face was flushed as returned with the glasses, and the two guests began to openly discuss her as if she wasn’t there, commenting on the size and apparent firmness of her breasts, the lovely rings piercing them, the tightness of her gag and how it matched her lipstick. They would point out their favorite images hanging on the wall, and discuss her body in intimate detail. To Maria it was a living nightmare.

She had to repeat this ordeal three more times. Each time filled with dread as she heard the chime, pulling open the door and actually hoping that it would be only strangers that saw her displayed this way. Each time she would have to try to make herself understood by guests whose main interested seemed to be ogling her breasts and ass. More than one of the male guests allowed himself a squeeze of her behind as he entered. Eventually there were three female and four male guests. Two of the men were giving her very knowing glances that she was not in a position to understand or more accurately, remember her understanding. After a few minutes, she realized that they were faces that she recognized from the video of her own service that Foxx had forced her to watch. Her mind reeled – not only was she dressed up before these people in a revealing and humiliating costume, serving them drinks while drooling around a gag, but she now understand that she had felt the cum of two of the guests on her body – and that she had begged for it, and that they had been more than willing to assist.

Once they had all arrived, Foxx made his grand entrance. He was dressed in a perfectly fitting charcoal suit with a black silk shirt. Even Maria had to admit that she had never seen him look better.

“Welcome all of you; I hope you’ll enjoy my new home and that you’ll enjoy the show to come even more. If everyone is comfortable, I’ll just arrange a few things and we can begin.” They all smiled, exchanged their hellos indicated they were eager, but could wait just a few more moments. “Maria,” said Foxx, “could you come over and help we with one thing, please?”

Maria, still wobbling a bit on the tall heels, made her way to the side of the living room. Foxx waited just inside the arched entry to the room. Rather than asking her for anything, he instead took her wrists in his hands, produced a metal clasp from a jacket pocket and used it to lock her two wrists guards together. Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Before she could figure out his intentions, he had raised her arms over her head and fastened the clasp to a hook she had not noticed installed in the archway. All of sudden, she was trapped there, stretched out and in full view of all the guests. Her posture was forcing her breasts even higher. Before leaving her hanging there like a piece of erotic art, he pulled two small boxes out of his pocket and showed them to her with a wicked smile before pressing a small button on each of them, kissing her on the cheek and returning to his guests. Immediately she was forced to remember the small devices hidden inside her panties, as a low vibrating rumble began inside her pussy and ass.

‘Oh my god!’ she screamed inside her mind, ‘the fucker has stuffed vibrators inside me and now he’s going to leave me to hang here.’ All eyes were on her, of course. She tried to fight it as best as she could.

“Now, my dear guests, to the Feature Presentation” Foxx announced with a flourish. He opened the cabinet directly opposite to Maria’s trapped body to reveal a large screen television and entertainment system. “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and maybe even as much as Maria did.”

With one press of a remote button, a new agony started for Maria. Immediately the screen was full of her body. To the throbbing background of a heavy dance beat, she was on a stage dancing and writhing, lit by spotlights. She was in some kind of shiny, body-hugging catsuit. It barely stretched over her breasts and its hot-pants-inspired fit over her ass also left very little to the imagination. Even less as the show went on. The guests in the living room, men and women both, were hooting and hollering at her display. Squirming now in her bondage, the heat of her blushing now working from her red face down her neck, she was also tormented from the inside by the twin vibrators. Her own sexual arousing was rising fast. It was like torture, not enough to give her release, just keeping her tingling. As well, this lust was fighting against her mind’s reaction to the images on the TV. She was mortified and disgusted to see herself that way, dancing and writhing like a wanton whore, yet there was heat building between her legs and she could feel the moisture building inside her latex panties. The more the vibrators teased her, the more her demeanor became like the version of herself on the screen, more and more like a slut who wanted to cum, wanted to be fucked.

With the rapt audience, she watched herself grind on the stage, her fingers drawing down the zipper between those huge tits. She watched them spill out of the tight catsuit, her nipple rings glinting in the spotlight. She squirmed in the doorway, moaning louder now, feeling the drool build and drip around her gag, falling in glistening strings down to her heaving breasts. On the television she had slid right out of the catsuit and was in just a pair of heels, lifting and shaking her tits with the nipple rings in her fingers. She was grinding on the stage like an animal in heat, hands dragging from her glistening wet cunt up her belly to her tits, leaving a shining trail of her juices that would catch the light as she rolled from her back to all fours to back again. She crawled up the stage, the spotlights following her motions, the camera up close behind her, close in on her dripping bare sex, the rings in her puffed and hungry cuntlips glinting as she moved. As she reached the end of the stage, crawling and moving like a hunting panther, another figure was lit by the spotlights. There was another woman! She was stripped, blindfolded, and bound spread-eagle on the stage floor.

Maria was on the edge now, swaying in her bondage as she watched. Her cunt was so wet and the vibrators were shaking her to the core. Her legs were trembling, and her moans had grown loud enough that the guests were now dividing their attention between the television and the real-life trapped and horny slut displayed before them. She knew they knew nothing about the vibrators – she was sure they just though she was such a slut that these images of herself were driving her mad. She new it was an additional humiliation, but she was too horny to care at this point. Her attention was completely focused on the show unfolding on the screen. Her hands were all over the trapped girl, squeezing her tiny breasts (about the size Maria’s had been two weeks ago) and dragging fingernails down her belly and along the inside of her thighs. Maria’s ass was once again lifted to the air as she crouched down on all fours to drag her tongue stiffly up and down the length of her victim’s shaved cunt. The girl’s reaction was palpable – you could see her shake, hear her moan and beg. Reaching outside the pool of light Maria’s hand returned with a long, double-ended dildo. She lubricated it by first dragging and swirling between the woman’s legs, then pushing it into her own mouth, deep-throating it. Then with little further delay the toy was sliding into both her and her victim’s cunts. Her rhythm started with a slow hunger and built quickly. Soon she saw herself riding the bound girl like a barroom mechanical bull. Her own tits were bouncing with each thrust and her fingers were digging into the other woman’s more modest pair, kneading them and pulling at her nipples. The living room was full of their mixing moans and groans and the wet slapping together of their bodies. All were completely engrossed by the video as both were clearly approaching orgasm. Maria herself was nearly in tears with need, her mind focused on little else. Finally, both women erupted in screams and their bodies shook as their release exploded in a wet and urgent orgasm. Both rode it out as long as they could, and then the two sweaty bodies collapsed together. On screen, Maria lifted herself up enough to slide the blindfold off the woman beneath her to kiss her roughly. Inside her cloud of lust and desire, the vibrators seeming to have sped up inside her, Maria finally realized that the woman she (and the whole room) had been watching her fuck was the woman in the red dress, one of the first guests she had welcomed in.

And now this woman had lifted herself off the couch and was heading right for her. Her face was flushed and there was a look of deep hunger on her face. Maria, still trapped by the cuffs and by her own dripping need, was helpless to do anything but watch her approach. She whispered into Maria’s ear breathily, “Remember me, slut? I’m Denise.” She slid down to her knees right before Maria, hands and mouth caressing any exposed flesh on the way down, and in seconds had used her thing fingers to tear away Maria’s panties. Foxx approached only to whisper in Denise’s ear, apparently sharing information on Maria’s torment with her, as she then reached deep inside Maria’s dripping cunt with a curved finger and pulled the still shaking vibrator from inside her. Rather than grant Maria any kind of relief, Denise instead forced Maria’s legs wider and pushed that vibe too into the tight darkness of her ass. So well covered with her juices, it popped inside easily and began to shake and rattle against the one already there.

Denise began to ravenously attack Maria’s bare cunt with her lips and tongue. Her fingernails were digging into Maria’s ass as she pulled tight to her, her tongue driving in deeply, teeth dragging against Maria’s now throbbing clit. This performance was now receiving as many cheers from those gathered close around as the video had. Brief flashes of reality seemed to slap Maria in the face, seeing how she was displayed, how she was being used, how that was a woman’s mouth between her legs. Being with another woman was nothing she had ever desired before, but now she wanted to cum by this woman’s touch more desperately than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

Suddenly Foxx was behind her, loosening and removing her gag. “Do you want to cum, slut?” he whispered into her ear.

“Goddd, yessss, I need it,” was all she could manage as reply.

“Beg for it, beg her,” was Foxx’s reply.

Maria’s head rolled back, raw desire and need battling out in her mind with all that she was before. Finally she could resist no longer.

“Please, please, oh god please,” the words were falling out of her mouth in an urgent scream, “Please Denise, make me cummm, make me cumm in your mouth, please fuck my hungry cunt with your tongue, please, please just let cumm like a whore!”

Denise’s tongue drove into Maria deeply and as she shook her head her teeth dragged against Maria’s swollen clit. Release finally hit Maria like a bus, and her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Denise didn’t stop, dragging her rough tongue up and down her slit, teasing her lips and clit. Maria finally passed out after the third orgasm.

When Maria awoke, she felt bathed in warmth like she was emerging from a wonderful dream she didn’t quite remember. As her thoughts collected, she realized that she had one hand cupping on of her breasts and the other between her legs. She jerked them away, but she could smell her own arousal and a quick glance showed her that the fingers she had withdrawn from her pussy were wet. Suddenly, the events of the previous night slammed back into her mind and she was wide awake in an instant.

“What’s happening to me,” she whispered aloud to herself, remembering the urgent need she had felt, and how in front of all those people she had let herself beg another woman for her orgasm. At that moment, she hadn’t cared about anything – now how she was dressed, not that she was tied up in front of them like helpless sex toy, not that she had been stuffed in two holes with vibrators – just that she had needed to cum, right then. And it had been the best orgasm of her life. “What is happening to me?” she repeated.

“I don’t know, lover, but I’ve got a few questions myself. Like how the hell did my tits get so big?”

Maria jerked her head toward the voice. There, beside her, in a cage identical to her own, was Denise. She was stark naked and her hands were cupping her breasts. Perhaps it was more accurate to say they were holding up her breasts, as they were easily DD sized by now, with nipples stiffly standing out a full inch.

“And the next question,” continued Denise while licking her lips, “is how the fuck can I get you in this cage to suck on them?”

Maria buried her head in her hands. She couldn’t believe this was happening, she couldn’t believe that she’d gone from owning a wonderful penthouse to being a caged plaything inside it. She couldn’t believe that some woman she didn’t remember 12 hours ago, but had been cum with twice, was naked three feet from her, with tits the size of melons, asking her to come suck on them. Most of all, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted to do it.