The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 3 – FRIENDLY COMPETITION

“ARHHHHH!!” Kate woke up. Most of her hand was buried in her pussy and still she could not reach it. Her panties were soaked with her juice. She pulled them off and threw them into a corner.

There was nothing wrong with using dildos, she convinced herself. Getting out of bed she made her way to the ‘other’ bag. Pulling out a medium size 12″ long 1-¼″ diameter dildo, she went back to bed. As soon as it slid in her pussy she knew she was doing the right thing. It felt wonderful.

Slowly at first, she pumped it in and out. Long deep strokes as she teased her nipples with her other hand. Soon the speed picked up. No longer just teasing her nipples, she was gently tugging on them. Damn, she wished someone were here to suck on them.

Shit, she pushed her breast upward until she could suck on her own nipple. Damn it felt so good. After the frustrating finger fucking, it only took minutes for the dildo to bring her over the edge. Her hips bucked and she strained to fit the entire dildo in as the crescendo crashed over her.

She drifted off to sleep with it still buried inside her.

Two more times she got off that night, the dildo never leaving its new home. The last time she looked at her alarm clock and realized it was almost time to wake up anyways.

She looked downward and found her hand still on the half submerged dildo. What had she become? Pulling it out she flung it across the room.

As she got up, she grabbed her panties she had wadded up the night before and tried to wipe as much cum off herself as she could. FUCK!!!

Grabbing a pain pill she flipped it into her mouth, clicking her teeth as she got some water. Still the voices continued in her head.

‘Orgasms feel so good, they are addicting. You love showing off your body to men. It is good to wear sex clothes. The more sexy the more attention. The more attention, the more you like it. You enjoy the attention of women. It is OK to masturbate. It is OK to use toys. Don’t let society scare you or control you. Sex is a natural function to enjoy. You love male cocks. Their cocks fascinate you. The thought of tasting men spunk fascinates you. You will find your finger unsatisfying. Only a cock or a dildo can get you to orgasm. You have a secret voyeur streak you are only now discovering. The more it becomes evident to you, the more you will realize you have always suppressed it. You love the idea of men getting off looking at you. You will become more and more addicted to the arousal caused by men getting off over you.’

The combinations of the drugs and the constant voices were taking their toll. She dug through the bags trying to find the most conservative outfit she had bought last night. It was one of the first skirts she had tried on. It was pink and came down to mid-thigh which covered quite a bit more than the others skirts she had bought. It hugged her curves tightly and had a slit on the side that went eight inches up. As long as she was careful how she moved, it would stay closed.

The shirt that went with it was a coffee color tight cotton shirt, mid-sleeve, and with a plunging neckline. She wouldn’t be able to get away with her old bras with that shirt.

She dug through one of the boutique bags. None of the bras she bought even covered her nipples! Grabbing a pale pink shelf-bra, she clicked it on. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she acknowledged that she would just have to be careful today or else she would be flashing more than cleavage. Somehow that gave her a little jolt of pleasure. She really loved showing off her body.

Fuck it. She grabbed the matching panties. No one would know what she was wearing for panties and it would give her a thrill knowing she was wearing them in front of them. She put on the pale pink pair of thong panties. The back was thin enough to be considered a g-string. The front had more lace than material. Then on inspiration, she grabbed the matching garter belt. She had never worn a garter belt before.

As she pulled her sheer stockings up, she admired the black flowered pattern on them. It made her legs look extra sexy. She reached out and pulled a pair of pink heels from one of the shoeboxes. This would finish the outfit.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Fuck, she looked hot standing there in short skirt and somewhat shear top. Imagine what men would think if they knew the lingerie she was wearing. The heels put her 5′—7″ frame close to the six foot mark.

Still a part of her knew something was wrong. She didn’t ever wear outfits like this. Her tooth started bothering her as she reached for a painkiller. A couple of teeth clicks later, she knew she was wearing the right outfit.

Yes, the men at the office would be drooling over her today.

She should send Dolly a picture. She grabbed her phone and aiming it at the mirror she took a self-portrait. Another shiver of pleasure coursed through her. This was kind of fun. She tried a few more angles but could not quite get the right shot. She needed a way to prop up the camera and…

She raced into Chris’s room. Her stepson had a nice camera and tripod. She looked it over and found a timer function that would continually take pictures at specified interval. Setting it for one minute, she went and posed. It was so much easier without having to hold the camera.

Flash.

She loved it. Turning around slowly she got a good sequence of pictures showing off her outfit. As she pushed up her breasts for a better cleavage shot, the camera went off. Shit, that would look pretty perverted. She grinned at herself.

This time as the camera went off she squeezed her tits. She almost had an orgasm right on the spot. She loved showing off her body, whether to men or woman.

Turning around, she lifted her skirt and mooned the camera. Another thrill went through her as she posed. She loved showing off her assets. Well she did want Dolly to see she was wearing her new panties, garters and stockings.

Her other hand slid down and started rubbing her clit even as the camera kept taking pictures. It took several minutes before she got the will power to stop. She was going to have to delete those last shots, she thought as she blushed.

Leaning toward the camera, she allowed her shirt to hang down. How much will they see? Again her body responded.

In a cloud of lust, she grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it free. Both hands had one of her tits in them as she massaged them.

Unable to hold off anymore, she slipped off her skirt and started giving her pussy more attention. Backing up, she fell back on the bed. Pushing the little fabric aside, she started fingering herself. Still unable to get off, she reached over to the bed stand and opened the drawer. Pulling out her new purple friend, she slid it deep into her moist pussy. The little knobs on it felt heavenly.

Her hip pumped frantically to help speed the thrusts. Sex had never felt better though a part of her knew she would enjoy a cock even more.

Her hands guided one nipple into her mouth as it tugged on the other. Then with one divine arch, she lost it. She could feel her pussy spasming around the dildo as if to pull it deeper into her. Finally, she goy the will power up to pull the dildo out, only to find her hand guide it directly to her mouth as she sucked it clean thinking of giving a blowjob.

As she came down, she realized the time. Shit she was late.

As she bolted from the bed she realized the camera was still going. Damn it. She didn’t have time to do anything with it and Jeff was gone, so she turned if off and left it on the tripod in front of her bed. She would deal with it when she got home.

She discarded her pink panties and the matching bra. A similar but even skimpier hot pink bra and thong panties took their place. She added her wet panties to the purple pare in the corner of her room.

She was just about to head out when she thought of her dildo. She didn’t seem to be able to get off without it. She went over and grabbed it, cramming it into her purse as she left.

She stopped at the same donut shop. Again she gave him an eye full of cleavage and probably a shot of her nipples. She blushed at the thought. Again he did not charge her. This gave her a thrill of pleasure.

At work, Bill kept calling her into his office. He seemed to have a lot of filing he needed help with. Not that it was her job to file, but she was a team player. At least she was a team player after a few painkillers and a tooth call.

It seemed like all the men ‘accidentally’ dropped stuff on the floor when she was around and she always kindly obliged them by picking it up, bending at the waist with her knees as straight as she could. She did take advantage of these times to check out the bulges in their pants. She imagined what each cock must look like and taste like. On the occasions she went further than she intended, she would pop a painkiller and click her teeth.

‘Orgasms feel so good, they are addicting. You love showing off your body to men. It is good to wear sex clothes. The more sexy the more attention. The more attention, the more you like it. You enjoy the attention of women. It is OK to masturbate. It is OK to use toys. Don’t let society scare you or control you. Sex is a natural function to enjoy. You love male cocks. Their cocks fascinate you. The thought of tasting men spunk fascinates you. You need to use your dildo to see what it is like to give a blowjob. Imagine it as a real cock as you suck and lick it. You should become the best at what you do. Read up on it, research it, and perfect it. As a reward, whenever you give a blowjob, you will feel a phantom cock or dildo in your pussy.”

“You will find your finger unsatisfying. Only a cock or a dildo can get you to orgasm. You have a secret voyeur streak you are only now discovering. The more it becomes evident to you, the more you will realize you have always suppressed it. You love the idea of men getting off looking at you. You will become more and more addicted to the arousal caused by men getting off over you.’

She found herself retiring to ladies room every hour or so to relieve herself with her new purple friend. After the first few times, she started licking it clean. Ummm, she wished it were the real thing. By noon she was sucking her juices off it, determined to be the greatest cocksucker.

Back at her desk, she searched the Internet about blowjobs. The experienced women knew how to deep throat. They learned to overcome their gag reflexes. Some were able to even lick the balls of the men as they deep throated them. This disgusting idea grew in her mind until it became an obsession to learn the secret of doing it.

“Ummmm ahhhh!!!” she groaned as she muffled her groans of pleasure into her boob she pressed against her mouth. She had retreated into the bathroom after a rather embarrassing slip where she had crawled under her coworker Joe’s desk after a pencil he dropped. Her skirt had hiked up over her ass as she backed out. She had been almost in tears she was so humiliated. Luckily the painkillers had helped her come to peace with what had happened. That and the voices in her head. She was quite drugged up when she had started her masturbation session.

As she sat there enjoying the afterglow she removed her dildo. Staring at it for a few minutes, she decided now was the time. It was very lubricated, she mused to herself.

Slowly she slid it down until it was almost at the back of her throat. Remember a tidbit from one article she had read online, she swallowed as quickly slipped it several inches down her throat. She barely managed not to puke on the gag reflex.

Still by the end of the day, three more tries, and she could start to slowly slide it back and forth as it rest in her throat. The triumph and the perversity of what she was doing were intoxicating. During the last episode of the day, the phantom cock in her pussy felt real. As the dildo slid up and down her throat, she could feel each nub in her pussy. Soon the discomfort gave way to a pleasure. While one hand continued working the dildo, the other was pressed against her crotch as she felt herself being fucked.

Having just recovered from one orgasm, she was surprised to feel herself climbing again. It was an amazing experience. It did not take her long until she felt her pussy spaming around the imaginary cock.

Her juice dripped through her finger into the toilet.

It took several more minutes to recover. She almost wanted to try it again but was afraid people might start wondering where she was and come to investigate.

Putting herself back together yet again, she headed back to her desk.

Soon it was time to head home.

Pulling in the driveway she saw Chris’s car. Looking down at what she was wearing, she became self-conscious. What would he think?

“Hello,” she hollered as she came in the door.

She could hear her boyfriend’s son Chris scrambling around in his room. What was he up to?

A minute later he came out of his room. His face was flush.

“Hi Mom.” He had called her Mom since Jeff had moved in with her. It had been strange at first but seemed natural now. His real mom was a witch, even by Kate’s standards.

“I am meeting Jimmy and Mike at Ten Pin,” he said a little too quickly.

He couldn’t seem to look her in the eye. Maybe her new outfits are having an effect on him? Maybe the three boys were up to a little mischief.

“What about dinner?”

“We’ll grab a bite to eat at the golden arch.”

“OK. Make sure your home by 11:00.”

“Yeah, Mom.”

At least she would have time to wipe off the memory card and put his camera away. She gave him a hug. This caught him off guard because she had never been a hugger before. She saw his flush grow. What was that smell on him?

He quickly exited the house. She waited until she heard his car pull out and then went to his room. She didn’t usually go in his room but knew he had been up to something.

Looking around she spotted something pink under his desk. Reaching down she found a wad of underwear. Her underwear!! The pink panties from this morning and they were soaking.

That smell! It was his spunk!! He had used her panties to jerk off!!!

She was so mad! Wait until he got home.

She unfolded them and saw his load smeared across the whole front. It had to be more than one load.

She caught herself bringing it up to her nose to catch a better whiff.

It was heavenly! It was...

She tossed them aside and quickly exited. It was so wrong!

She barely made it to her purse for her painkiller before clicking her teeth together.

‘She loved attention from men and women. She loved showing off her body. She had a secret voyeur streak that was becoming more prevalent in her. She was obsessed with cocks, every man’s cock. She wanted to suck on cocks. She wanted to taste male sperm. She was obsessed with blowjobs,’ she unconsciously mumbled along with the voices in her head.

Still she was able to resist several minutes before finding herself at Chris’s door. She had gotten a new red vibrating dildo from her bag of toys. She had it pressed against her crotch as she stood there. Her panties were in the middle off the floor, cum side up.

Step by step she approached them. The dildo slipped under her skirt and then it parted her lips like it had a mind of its own.

Kneeling down and leaning over them, she smelled their fragrance. It was wonderful.

Little by little her face descended towards the panties. An inch from them, she stopped. She had to know. She had to taste it. It was an obsession. The dildo slid in an inch. The vibration felt so wonderful

Then sticking out her tongue, she tasted a small drop. At first the bitterness drove her away.

But as she knelt there, she allowed herself to grow accustomed to the taste without spitting it out. The vibrator now was half way submerged. Bending down, she took another lick. This time the taste was more neutral while the idea was extremely arousing and the vibrator was completely buried.

A third bigger lick. Yes, it tasted great. She slowly pumped the vibrator back and forth.

A fourth and fifth lick followed. Finally she picked them up and started sucking them clean. It tasted so good!!!!!!

“Uhhhhh!!!!” she groaned ten minutes later as she went over the edge, her own panties still stuffed in her mouth.

It was almost a half-an-hour later until she stirred. Getting up, she saw a reflection of herself in Chris’s mirror. One strap of her panties was hanging from her mouth were she had shoved them. She spit them out.

Wonder what slut’s picture he had been getting off to?

She turned his computer on. Of course his history was cleared.

Going to her own computer clicked on the nanny program hidden in the start menu. Her and Jeff had bought this program when Chris was young. It sent a list of sites he visited to their computer. They both had monitored it until he became a teen and he started browsing the soft porn sites. Jeff had convinced her not to make a big deal about it since all boys tended to do this. They were more worried about his safety. Kate agreed but after that she had let Jeff monitor the program.

“MILFS.R.US.COM” MILFS? What is a MILF?

She clicked on the link.

IT WAS HER!! FROM THIS MORNING!!! There was her ass staring back at her as she mooned the camera.

How many had he seen? HOW MANY HAD HE UPLOADED?

She fumbled for her pills as she advanced the pictures. Reaching for her cell phone she called Dolly. (Dolly was Kate’s handler. Dr. Díolacháin had programmed Kate to call her for help. Dolly’s programming was to help him with new converts.)

“Dolly,” Kate exclaimed. “I meant… I took… I…. On the internet.”

“Slow down Kate,” Dolly told her. “Now start over.”

Kate explained how she had taken some pics to send to Dolly. She had used her son’s camera and gotten carried away. Her son must have found the camera and downloaded the pictures. He had put them up on the Internet. And he had masturbated to them. She didn’t tell Sally how she had sucked his sperm off her underwear.

“First of all,” Dolly talked slowly. This was going faster than the doctor and her had planned but it would be a good development to use. “It is natural for a young man to find an older developed woman sexy.”

Kate had to admit that but...

“It is quite and accomplishment for you to turn on a young man.”

Again Kate agreed. He wasn’t bad looking. He looked a lot like his father, maybe an inch taller. And most of his weight was muscle. He spent at least an hour at the gym with his friends everyday. He was quite a young man.

“So where is this site? Give me the address so we can look at these pictures together.”

Kate read her the Internet address.

“Wow! You certainly look hot!” Dolly told her a few minutes later. “I noticed he hid your face.”

He had. She hadn’t even noticed at first. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Picture 7 has had a lot of action.”

Kate advanced to picture 7. There she was lying on the bed with four fingers shoved in her pussy. Dolly was right, it was a hot picture. Looking at the number of hits, she saw to her horror that it was at 1536, 1537, 1538… and it continued to grow!!

“Oh, I love picture 9. Looks like I am not the only one.”

Again Dolly was right. The hit count was over 2000! More than 2000 people had looked at the picture. More than 2000 people had seen her with most of her fist buried in her pussy. How humiliating could it get. Still it was extremely sexy.

Her pussy looked so full. Chris had left her mouth unblurred so you could see Kate’s lips as she sucked on her nipple. It was hard to imagine she was not able to get off with hand. It wasn’t for not trying.

“And the comments,” Dolly went on. “Look what ‘Big1’ wrote.”

Kate looked down.

Big1 Wow your Mom is hot. Wish she were my Mom. I would shove my big cock into her. Does she suck cock? She is hot. Give me your address and I will come service her.

There were pages of the comments. They were sick... They were disgusting... They were hot!!

“Wow,” Dolly giggled. “To get men to dribble over you like that. That is so powerful.” Dolly knew what to tell Kate. “You are one sexy woman,” she giggled again.

All these people were admiring her body, lusting after it. It was having quite an effect on Kate.

“I... I guess you are right...” Kate admitted. “Look at what TheLongest said...”

Kate was no longer mad. She was still embarrassed and humiliated but she was extremely turned on. Already she was rubbing her tits and fingering her pussy as she perused the pictures of herself.

Damn, that dildo looked hot stuffed in her twat with her back arched, as she was in mid-orgasm.

That was when she saw Chris had other entries.

Clicking on the day before, she saw more pictures of herself. There were pictures of her naked and passed on the bed. Fuck these were hot.

Even more men had looked at these pictures. Even more comments.

“Ohhh!!”

“Naughty girl,” Dolly told her. “You are playing with yourself right now.”

“Yesss!!” Kate embarrassingly admitted even as she turned the vibrator on the dildo.

There were pictures that were taken at least two years ago. Most were harmless pictures of her in her old bathing suit at the beach. But there were several of her getting out of the shower and even a few of her using the toilet. The bugger must have hidden a camera in the bathroom.

She talked she walked to the bathroom to see if she could spot it. From the angle, it had to be on the shelf. The only thing on the shelf that it could be was a clock, a clock Chris had given her for mother’s day two years ago.

“That little fucker gave me a spy-cam to for Mothers day! So he could spy on me!!”

“Well you got to admit it takes balls to do that,” Dolly laughed.

Balls. I bet he has a big set of balls, Kate pondered. She laughed at herself and his boldness.

“He is just lucky I am talking to you before balling him out,” Kate told her.

“Balling him out? I would love to see…”

“Stop it,” Kate told her. But the image of her sucking on his balls was stuck in her mind.

Why Jeff hadn’t noticed? Kate had stopped monitoring Chris’s Internet activity about three years ago. But Jeff was still watching it.

Fuck, he must know about these pictures. She imagined her boyfriend masturbating to these pictures. That was the image in her mind when she finally reached her orgasm.

“Are you doing OK?” Dolly asked.

“More than OK,” Kate sighed into the phone.

“Good for you. I think after our talk, I might need to relieve myself.”

“I want pictures,” Kate joked.

“I’ll do you one better. We should both post pictures to our own accounts and see who gets the most hits.”

Kate struggled with this still but her competitive nature pushed her over.

“You’re on!”

“The first set of pictures, no more than six,” came Dolly’s mischievous voice, “will be PG. Sexy as you can get without nudity.”

Kate smiled. No problems there. “Sounds great.” Already she was trying to think of what to wear.

“You know the one thing missing from your photos,” Dolly started, “is you cannot see your expression. I bet it was special.”

“Um, I guess I agree,” Kate found herself telling her friend. “But I can’t let people see who I am.”

“Let’s think about this. Do you have a wig?”

Kate remembered a wig she had bought for a Halloween party. She had gone as a witch and Jeff insisted witches had long hair. She had given in and bought a black longhaired wig that went almost to her ass. Jeff had loved it. Kate had tolerated it. Yes, that would work.

“Yes I do,” grinned Kate. This might work out. Dolly was right; the facial expressions would make them even sexier.

“Just use some cheap makeup and overdo it. If you don’t have any, I am sure there is a convenience store nearby you can pick up some.”

Nervous but excited about the prospect, she agreed.

“Upload at 7:30, that will give you some time to get some makeup,” Dolly told her. “And call when you are ready, we will simultaneously upload, that way neither of us sees what the other is doing until their pictures are uploading.”

Again Kate agreed.

“An hour-an-a-half from the first set, 9:00pm, we will post a second set. For this one we will pose in some lingerie. It can cover as little or as much as you want. The one rule is no playing with yourself, at least in the pictures,” giggled Dolly.

“Sure,” giggled back a nervous Kate. Yes, the picture Chris had posted was more demeaning than these pictures would be but she had not posted them. It seemed even more perverse to be posting them herself.

“Another hour-an-a-half, 10:30pm, and we post a third set. This one can contain anything you want, just no toys,” Dolly instructed.

“Ok,” came a meek reply.

“The last set at 12:00am, another hour-an-a-half, and there are no rules.”

No rules? Oh, no rules. “Sure. When will we decide the official counts?”

“Let me look at the site for a little bit. I think there might be a voting app built into it. But either way, let’s end it at noon tomorrow.”

“That seems reasonable,” agreed Kate, not knowing exactly how to respond.

They small talked for another half hour about men, and men’s cocks, and Kate even brought up the subject of blowjobs though not telling Dolly what she had been doing.

As they hung up, Kate grabbed her purse and headed out to pick up some makeup. Her tooth phone started talking to her.

You love showing your body. You love sucking cock. You love the feel of sucking cocks and dildos. You love to show off. You want to be the best. You need to be the best. Be creative. Win. Use costumes.

The more men who see you, the sexier you feel. The more aroused. Dildos will still get you off but you want a cock. Any cock.

As Kate picked up some makeup she still had not decided what outfit she would wear. Costume? Wear had that thought come from. Costume. Costume! That was a great idea. Where could she get an adult costume?

That last boutique she had been to with Dolly. Now if she can find it.

She drove for fifteen minutes before finding it. ‘Boutique’ was a stretch for the name of the store. She would have called it a sex shop a few days ago. Again, going in on her own power would be accepting this as part of her new life.

Shit, she wasn’t going to be controlled by society’s rules and taboos. Taking a deep breath, she went in.

A sleazy man was behind the counter. Why had she worn a mini-skirt out here? But he must have a hard-on for her. She wondered what his cock would look like. She was tempted to tell him to go onto the website Dolly and her were going to be competing on.

The costumes were definitely adult oriented. There were not many costumes that that would be able to not leave parts of her hanging out or exposed. She settled on a French maids outfit.

Bringing it to the register, she leaned extra far over as she dug in her purse for her wallet. She felt the man looking down her shirt. She knew his cock had to be hard. Her nipples could cut diamonds they were so hard.

She raced home to her awaiting dildo. It was so powerful to give men hard-ons. It was so arousing. But as much as she needed to get off, she realized she needed to get the pictures done first. Otherwise Dolly would wind by default and she was going to give Dolly a run for her money.

She changed into her French maid’s outfit. It was humiliating to her old self to wear something so demeaning. But that was just society talking to her, she chided herself. She wasn’t going to let society dictate her thoughts. She was a liberated woman. She could enjoy sex as much as any man.

Kate looked at herself in the mirror. The long black hair, heavy blush, and bright red lipstick did a fairly good job of concealing who she was. The French maid’s outfit was perfect. Her shirt’s top scoop neck just stopped short of her nipple, their hardness pressing against the cloth. Her ass hung slightly lower than the black micro-skirt. The top of her hose and the garters were clearly visible. Only the apron slung slightly lower than her skirt covered her pussy. The five-inch heels were precarious to walk in but very sultry. Slut it screamed!! Yes, it would win votes.

Kate finished setting up the camera. Again, she turned the timer on. She jutted her ass towards the camera as it flashed. Next she pushed up her tits towards the camera. For the next twenty minutes she adjusted her pose.

Hurrying to her computer, she quickly she picked up picked out six of the best shots. Then she called Dolly.

“Are you ready?” Kate gasped as the vibrator in her pussy hummed.

“Um, I got some juicy ones,” came Dolly’s reply. “On the count of three, let’s upload. One, Two, Three.”

Both woman hit the upload button and waited. It took several minutes and Kate was finally able to orgasm as the files to upload.

“Whoa woman. You look hot. Love the outfit,” Dolly complimented her.

“Wonder Woman? Now that looks hot,” Kate conceded. “Every man’s wet dream.” There was Dolly in an abbreviated Wonder Woman outfit. The bottoms sucked up her ass and parted her lower lips. The top just pushed up her ample tits to be on display. Well it could be considered PG rated by today’s standards, thought Kate.

Why hadn’t she thought of something like that? Well this is round 1, Kate said to herself. She was determined take round 2.

“I’ll get you next time,” she vowed to Dolly.

Again she made a mad dash back to the boutique. It wasn’t until she was half way there that she realized she hadn’t changed out of her costume. FUCK!! No time to go back now. She thought of taking off the headpiece but thought that it would not help it look any more demure. What the Hell, she was not going to let anyone judge her for what she wore.

She raced into the store; the same clerk was still there. His eyes went wide when he saw her dresses as she was. She was sure he was recording her on the security cameras. Hopefully the wig and makeup would throw anyone off.

Leather, men love leather. She grabbed several leather outfits just in case the first one wasn’t good enough. As she walked to the counter, she went through the toy isle. She randomly grabbed stuff, this would keep her from having to race to the store for the next shoot.

At the register, she spotted some boots. On an impulse she bought them. She made sure to tip the clerk for his appreciation of her body by giving him a good look down her shirt as she bent over her purse. It was an almost automatic reaction when she was around men. She still got embarrassed about it after

She blushed, as she got dressed. Only a short time ago, she had not even realized these types of outfits existed. The corset’s bra had two four-inch diameter circles that her boobs squeezed out of before continuing up to encircle her neck like a collar. Each cutout for her boobs had a leather strap going horizontally across it at nipple height. A one-inch diameter rings set in the middle of each straps allowed each of her nipples to poke out. Somehow the pressure of the metal rings along the diameter of her areola was quite stimulating and caused her nipple to stand at full attention. The back of the outfit was open to the shoulder where the laces began. The corset was black with two vertical red panels directly under her tits.

Her black leather panties were hip hugging with built in garter straps. There was an opening slit which her pussy peaked out of. A silver chain ran vertically across the opening, setting between her swollen lips. The back narrowed to less than an inch, her cheeks hiding it completely, before spreading out back to the waistband. A small bell dangled from the chain attached to the one that split her pussy. It hung several inches down, dinging and bouncing off her inner thighs whenever she moved.

Her hose were black fishnet stockings with a seam up the back. The top three inches were in intricate flower design. Her boots came up to mid thigh, zipping snugly to her legs. The six-inch heels were a little easier to deal with given the ankle support from the boots.

She had changed her makeup from fire engine red to black.

She scared herself looking into the mirror. Who was that woman? How could it be her? It looked like the antithesis of all she had ever stood for. At that moment, she almost didn’t go through with it. Then she thought of Dolly winning. Dam it; she wasn’t going to just give up. She was going to win. Like she kept telling herself, it was just society’s way of trying to control her.

With a renewed attitude and some painkillers, she proceeded with the shoot. Each time she willing participated, she willing gave away a part of herself.

Starting with some standard poses, ass out, chest out, Kate struggled to find something more provocative. She thought of the pictures she had seen on the Internet. Pointing her camera at her pussy, she spread her lips; only the small chain blocked any view.

She had always been limber. Pointing the camera towards her shins, she turned away and slowly did a split.

She tried to imagine what Dolly was doing. She knows where to get inspiration. Turning off the camera, she went to the computer to check out some more porn sites. Wow, she never knew how prevalent porn was on the net. Damn, there were some hot women out there. It took all her will power not to masturbate at their images. It was a new feeling to be turned on by another woman. Shit, there were some sick women out there, she quickly changed pages. She should not judge them, she reminded herself. She was running short on time so she had to shut it down. She did mark some pages she would like to return to.

Going back to the camera, she tightened the top of her corset, causing her breast to be pressed out the holes. The rings squeezed her nipples as they tried to push themselves further out.

Turning her back to the camera, she spreads her legs about two feet apart and bent over at her waist without bending her knees. Grabbing her ankles, she gives a sultry smile to the camera.

Grabbing onto the bed in front of her, she juts her ass out as far as possible. Then with here face and shoulders on the bed, leaving her tits dangling below her to be seen through her legs, she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks as far as possible.

Getting more into it, Kate turns back around, facing the camera and slides her hands slowly up her side before pressing her tits upward. Not faking it, a true look of ecstasy is on her face as she licks her lips.

Next, she sets the camera tripod on some chairs at the foot of the bed. Then she focuses it on where she will be. Lying on it she spreads her legs and strokes the inside of her thighs. Grabbing her panties, she gives herself a wedgy, her lips squeezing out the opening in the panties while the chain gets lost in her nether regions. She is so close to loosing it when she looks at the clock.

No more time!

Getting up quickly, she races to download the camera. Then she picks the six images to post. The later images are the better ones. On the one with her spreading her ass cheeks s small drop of her juice has dripped down the chain and is suspended on the bell. She is embarrassed by it by keeps it thinking it may help her win.

As she calls Dolly, she again slips the vibrator into her pussy. She now can appreciate the slit in the panties.

“Hello,” she groans into the phone.

“Kate, you are late,” She chides her.

“Sorry.”

“Lighten up,” Dolly tells her. “Are you ready?” Again they do the three second count down. As the push the upload button, an orgasm goes through Kate’s body.

Kate goes to Dolly page to see what she has uploaded. Not so much different than hers. She is in leather but her boots go all the way up to her crotch. She has a corset but it ends just at her boots except a small strap separating her boobs and encircling her neck. Dolly has pierced boob! She had hoop earrings in them tied to chain that go to the collar around her neck.

Pierce boobs! Fuck, that would win some points.

On the last few, she has herself tied to a bed with bondage gear. How did she manage that?

“Wow, love your pictures,” Dolly told her. “Is that a drop of juice I see?”

“Yeah,” Kate blushed despite herself. “How did you do the bondage gear?”

As the conversation continued, Kate flipped the page to see how the voting was going for the first set. Dolly was slightly ahead by 100 votes. Well that was better than she thought it would be. She was pretty sure that was how the second set would go to. Damn, she would have to go all out to win the third set.

Unbeknownst to Kate, if Dolly needed help winning; Dr. Díolacháin had a program to give Dolly more votes. On the flip side, the program made sure that Dolly’s more erotic poses didn’t leave Kate in the dust. As long as they were only a few percentage points apart, the program left the voting alone. This kept Kate behind but within grasp of catching up to Dolly.

The more Kate looked at the pictures of Dolly, the more she was aroused by Dolly. She wanted so much to reach out and touch her. She wanted to suckle on Dolly tits. She even wanted to lick Dolly’s pussy.

“UMMMM!!!!” Kate Groaned as she went over the edge on that last thought.

“You go girl,” encouraged Dolly. “Looking at your pictures. Ummmm. Has me so hot. UMMmmm. I am almossttt thheeirrr MYSELF!!!

Somehow hearing Dolly’s confession made it so much sexier to Kate. This was the first time she had gotten off looking at pictures of another woman.

“Well, we better get ready for round 3,” Dolly sighed into the phone.

“Can we do more photos this time?” Kate found herself asking. More photos? Why would she want to have more photos out there? It would mean there would be more photos of her sex on display for men to look at. Shit that sounds sexy.

“Sure. How about fifteen?”

“Sounds great. This round I am going to leave you in the dust,” grinned Kate.

“We’ll see. Love you girl.”

“Love you.”

Kate looked at her room. She needed a new setting. She needed new lingerie to accent her body. Where to film this one and what to wear?

She searched through the extra lingerie she had picked up. She grabbed one that had seemed extreme at the time but now was the time for extreme.

The leather teddy had a two-and-a-half inch high collar with a ring in the front, right over her vocal cords. Two of the chains ran along the outside of her boobs and three ran together between her breasts. These chains attached to a leather strip that was about a foot or more wide at the top and narrowed to a two inch strip that ran between her legs. The top of the leather had just enough of a cup to press her tits higher but covered nothing. The bottom was cut out to allow easy access to her cunt. Three leather straps on each side of the teddy ran behind her back and buckled firmly. The strip that ran between her legs continued up her ass-crack to a loop that slipped around the strap that was hip level. This she tightened until if was extremely snug on her pussy.

Again she opted to wear the boots and thigh high stockings. Garters on the teddy attached to the stockings. She dug around in her bags until she found the black leather bondage gloves. These slip up past her elbows and halfway to her shoulders. Tightening them up they was a snug fit.

She went to Jeff’s room. It was a bar in the basement with a pool table. Yes, this would work nicely. She set up the camera near the pool table at table height and put it on automatic. Damn, it would be easier to have a photographer. Maybe Dolly would help her sometime.

Maybe Dolly would help her sometime? What was she thinking? This was a one-time deal. Wasn’t it?

She grabbed the pool stick and bent low over the table making believe she was going to take a shot. Her boobs rested on the felt. Pointing it slightly to the side, she posed next to the table with the pool stick. She hugged it between her legs, letting it split her pussy as she licked along its length.

After several poses like this, she again put the tripod on some chairs but aimed it at the table this time. Lying on the table she spread her pussy for the camera. Then dipping one finger in, she brought her juice to her lips. With a truly lustful look she slid her fingers back down along her body to her pussy. Stroking it to get it moist and then inserting one of her gloved fingers in. The leather added to the feel.

Soon she was humping her fingers, pulling on her nipple, sucking her tits. When she remembered about the camera, she would smile up into the lens and change her position. Every position she could think of she tried while continuing to finger herself. First she put her feet together up near her crotch with her knees apart, then she got on her knees with her ass in the air, and another pose with her on her side, pulling the top leg up. On inspiration, she sat Indian style and bent over to see if she could lick herself. Her tongue could barley touch her pussy. She took her hand soaked in her own juice and let it drip into her mouth.

What more could she do? Again a voice whispered in her head. Kneeling with her ass facing the camera, all five fingers of one hand in her cunt, she reached back and started rubbing her ass bud. Getting a little extra lube from her pussy, she gritted her teeth and started applying pressure. It took a little effort and then with a pop, her fingers slid in. Slowly she stretched her asshole until she could manage to fit the whole finger in. Then alternating pumping action, she fucked her pussy and ass. As she continued she was surprised to start enjoying the feel of it in her ass. The thought of how perverted it was already was helping her to enjoy it.

Then a strange feeling started in her pussy. It was as if she could feel both her hand and the fingers in her ass fucking her pussy. She looked behind her to make sure someone wasn’t there but the room was empty. And for the first time in a few days, she was able to reach an orgasm without a dildo.

Rolling onto her back, spent from all the acting, she automatically licked her gloves clean. It was only as her mind began to clear that she realized she had licked the glove from her ass clean. Almost as disquieting was the fact that it did not disgust her. With a start, she looked at the clock. She better hurry back to the computer.

She looked at Jeff’s table. Shit she had some cleaning to do before he got home.

Again, she was almost out of time when she got back to her room. Masturbating to her own pictures was becoming a habit as she scanned through the shots to find fifteen that she was going to post. Fuck they were hot.

Again she called Dolly to see if she was ready. “All set?” she asked.

“All set. On the count of three. One… Two… Three…”

It took longer for the photos to upload this time due to the increase in pictures. As she perused the previous shoot, she found her son’s nickname under some of the comments.

I would love to meet you. You are hot. You look like you could use some big cock stuffing your pussy. Let me help you out.

Fuck, how could that turn her on? Yet she was. As with each set, she found her body responding to not only her photos but also Dolly’s.

The counts on the photos were increasing faster as more realized the contest was going on. It was already in the thousands. A thousand eyes had looked at her body.

FUCKKKKK!!!!! She went over the edge.

“Girl, you alright?” Dolly chided her. She knew what was happening.

“Fuck you,” Kate muttered back when she could catch her breath.

“Anytime,” Dolly responded.

Even though Dolly was joking, Kate knew she would be trying Dolly out soon. It wasn’t a question of if anymore. And as much as it still embarrassed her, she was learning to accept the fact that woman turned her on almost as much as men.

They each took turns to look over and comment on the photos. Dolly really enjoyed the use of the pool table. Kate admired Dolly’s pictures. She had kept the same lingerie on for this set as the last set. Most everything had been accessible anyways.

At one point Dolly had a chain on her nipple rings and was pulling them upward with her mouth. Dolly had also fucked her ass but had all four fingers in it. In another, she was lying on her back and had reached in her pussy with both hands, spreading it for the camera. All in all though, this was looking to be a closer match than the other two rounds.

“Last round, no holes barred,” Dolly said. Kate found herself laughing with Dolly over her use of holes instead of holds.

“You’re on. Talk to you at 11:00pm.”

Kate took a fast shower to clean up. Then she took her bag of toys to the basement.

Setting up the camera, she again posed on the table. She pulled out a set of nipple vibrators. She hesitated before putting them on since they looked painful. They were. But as the left them there, she started to enjoy them.

Next she took out a small red dildo and worked it into her pussy. Damn she was horny. Once it was lubed, she took it out and started working her ass with it while she massaged her pussy. It was surprising how easy it went in but she had just stretched it out a short time ago.

Pulling a large black dildo, over a foot long and 2 inches in diameter, she started massaging her pussy with it. Using her fingers, she stretched herself until she could get it in her. Then she earnestly began fucking herself with it. It was only minutes until she reached a substantial orgasm.

She sucked both of them clean for the camera. This time she consciously knew what she was doing.

The two-inch diameter dildo was the largest she had. She was afraid to think what Dolly was using. Looking around, she saw one of Jeff’s wine bottles on the shelf. Grabbing it, she went back to the table and started fucking it.

How had she gotten here? Fucking herself with a bottleneck. It was so damn demeaning. It was so damn arousing. After several minutes, she turned it around. Slowly she worked it into her already stretch pussy. Damn it made her feel so full. So sexy thinking of all the hard-ons she would cause.

Forget the dildos. She would find common household items to use.

For the next hour, she fucked her house. First the pool cue. Standing on several books with the cue in her pussy, she took maneuvered her hips to hit the balls. The vibration from the hit made her wild.

Then she used the eight ball, slowly inserting it and positioning it so the “8” was all that could be seen. Then she added the cue ball on top of it until both were firmly entrenched. Then, shitting on the table with her legs spread wide and with much concentration, she pushed the balls out of her pussy using only her pussy muscles. The rolled down the table leaving moist trails in their wake.

Turning over on her knees with her ass sky high, she stretched her asshole to admit the cue ball and inserted the six-ball in her pussy. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she barely fit the nine-ball in her mouth. Then looking between her legs, she smiled at the camera with all three holes filled.

For the next hour she fucked what she could find. She used bananas, cucumbers, and corn on the cob to hairspray cans. She fucked drinking glasses to large candles. Most every picture had something hanging out of both holes. She found she was getting off on it all.

A few minutes before her time was up, she went to her computer a little sore to sort through the pictures. She had to admit they were sexy shots, especially the ones she was orgasming while the camera was flashing. The tall kitchen glass had an interesting perspective in that you could see at least eight inches up her pussy.

She called Dolly with minutes to spare. “Are you ready?”

“Are you ready,” Dolly challenged back.

“One, two, three.” The pictures uploaded. It was only as she saw the upload bar climb in percentage uploaded that she really understood what she was doing. She was putting sick perverted pornographic pictures of herself on the public web. Anyone, including coworkers… including her son… would be able to view them.

She maneuvered the mouse over the cancel button as she almost chickened out. But then her competitive nature kicked in, she could not let Dolly win without a fight. As the percentage left to upload shrank, so did her will to resist her sexual urges. By uploading the pictures with her own hands, she was diminishing her modesty and making exhibitionist streak more permanent. She loved having men look at her. Exposing herself to strangers made it even more intoxicating.

Dolly’s pictures were hot. Just as Kate had expected, Dolly had pulled out some huge dildos. Kate had never seen such large ones. But looking between the two sets, Kate’s were definitely more perverted. She felt she had a good chance of winning this one. Somehow Kate knew this was wrong, to want to be more perverted than Dolly, but the idea of winning helped her accept the feeling of triumph.

In reality, Dolly had held back, giving Kate a chance to win. Sometimes the trainers let the trainees win so as to boost their confidence and make them try harder. If they never won, they might give up trying to win.

“Wow!” Dolly rewarded her with praise. “You are making the competition more interesting. You look like you are truly a free woman.”

“Thanks,” grinned Kate. “I am.”

They talking about the pictures and Kate was sitting there masturbating when she heard Chris pull up.

“I better go, my son is home.”

As the kitchen door opened she suddenly remembered the mess she left down in the “Boy’s” room. Fuck, she couldn’t go out there like this. What if he found the mess? How would she ever explain it? She needed to stop fucking herself and do something.

She listened as he came down the hall.

“Mom, I am home,” he hollered to her.

“Yess… I’ll… be… right…. out…,” she managed.

“You alright?”

“Yes,” she all but groaned. “Yes.” She bit into her pillow as her pussy spasmed around the dildo.

“I am just going to grab a bit to eat,” she heard Chris’s voice as though it was far away.

It took a few minutes to gain her composure before she could get up. She cleaned herself up with on of Jeff’s old t-shirts before putting on a nightie. She put on some perfume to cover some of the sex smell. Shit the whole house must stink.

She almost heads out the door before she remembers her makeup and wig. Fuck. Several more minutes are spent until she gets all the makeup off. Now she is ready.

She was halfway down the hall when she heard it, the sound of heels. Looking down she realized she had put on stocking and heels. The nightie she was wearing consisted of a semitransparent purple lace babydoll with a flowered pattern on it. A strip of flowered purple material a little more than six inches wide was sown in the front. If she twisted at all, her nipples would slip out.

Of course she was wearing her thong panties that the sheer material did not cover at all. The heels she heard were her own stilettos. Purples stockings reached up to her thigh and were held up by garter belts.

Shit, Kate almost turned around when Chris stuck his head around the corner.

“Mom?” Chris stood there with his mouth hanging open. Kate couldn’t help notice the bulge in his pants growing. Her arousal rose with it.

She couldn’t turn around now. Besides her ass would be hanging out, she reasoned, ignoring the fact that more than her ass was hanging out now.

“Chris,” she smiled, coming up giving him a big hug. She could feel her hard nipples pressed up against him. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yah,” Chris blushed. “We played some games on the computer.”

She guided herself in to the kitchen, making sure to keep facing him and careful how she moved.

“Did you get enough to eat,” Kate said to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah,” he grunted finally looking away from Kate. His face lit up for a second, “I was just looking for the marmalade for some toast and couldn’t find it.”

“Oh, let me help,” she grinned. Going over to the refrigerator, she opens the door and bends down to get the marmalade from the back of the bottom shelf. Fuck, of course he wants the marmalade, she realizes as she stands there bent over with her back to Chris. And of course she is so used to showing her ass off now that she automatically did it without bending her knees.

Hell she realizes as she stays down there a little longer than needed, he has seen worse pictures of her. Still it is more humiliating to be doing this in person. She wonders if he sees the wet spot forming on her panties.

She quickly stands up and turns around, almost bumping into Chris.

“Here,” she tells him. Then thinking of an excuse to get out of the room before she does something stupid, she tell him, “I’ve got to take a shower.”

She heads to the bathroom. As she closes the door, she hears Chris go by as he heads to his room. So much for the toast, she thinks. And then she realizes what he is doing. It takes all her will power not to look at the clock on the shelf. She had determined that this is where the hidden camera is. She has to admit he placed it in a good spot.

Well, he wants a show. I’ll give him a show, she decided.

She had masturbated in the shower, hell every morning lately, but not where the camera could see anything. Taking off her shoes, she slowly slid off her stockings with her foot on the toilet. This gave a fairly good view of her crotch. Then came the top, again she teasingly took it off.

Folding everything on the counter, she reached and grabbed her hairbrush. After a few minutes, she started massaging her breasts while she combed. Then angling herself so her mouth was clear to the camera, she started sucking the handle. At an inch-an-a-half diameter, it was just about the right size for a man’s cock.

Posing for the camera had been such a turn-on but acting out a sexual fantasy was even more of a turn-on. Soon her other hand found her pussy as she sat on the toilet and spread her lips. Shit she was read.

Slowly and deliciously she slid the handle into her pussy. Pinching her nipples she starts slowly inserting it, smooth slow strokes. Submerging it to the bristles, she flicked her clit as she does a few small fast strokes.

He must be wacking-off by now, she imagines. She imagines him with his dick in his hand masturbating to his mom getting off.

Reaching around behind her, she used her second hand to lube her ass with some pussy juice. Then she easily slid a finger in her still stretched asshole. Then a second finger and finally stopping with a third finger.

FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!! She hollers in her mind as she crescendos. She is barely conscious as she sucks the brush handle clean. She wishes she had saved some of Chris’s cum for the taste.

A quick shower refreshes her. Standing next to the tub, she takes her time to shave her pussy good, leaving the two by one inch strip just above it. She hopes and imagines Chris watching it.

She is exhausted by the time she makes it to her bed, falling asleep to sweat nothings be whispered to her.