Second Chance, Last Chance Pt. 03

Part Three

When Valerie finally got home she was exhausted. She dropped her ruined coat just inside the front door and sloughed off her heels. She didn't even bother to lock the front door or set the alarm. What could happen? Someone come rape her? It made her laugh.

Instead she poured a glass of wine while the bath tub was filling with hot scented bubbles. She slipped into the comforting water with a sigh...

...and then it hit her. What had she done? That other 'nice girl' part of her brain kicked in. She started to cry as she remembered all the disgusting things she had done: She had cheated on her husband. She had begged to become a slave. She had begged to be able to give up everything she had. She had exhibited herself in front of some strange woman and then licked her ex's cum out of that girl's pussy. And then she went out and sucked and swallowed cum from two complete strangers while they took pictures of her. "Oh God, what have I become?"

She rocked in the tub hugging her knees and sobbing until long after the water had gone cold.

Drying herself she reached for the long flannel nightie she often wore, but her hand stopped just short. That other part of her brain, the long dormant slave girl part of her brain reasserted itself now that the grief stricken sobbing had subsided.

"You stupid slut, would any self respecting slave ever wear a ratty old rag like that?" She pulled her hand back as if it had been burnt. Instead she wandered into the bed room, exhausted. As she drew close to her marriage bed she stopped again. She couldn't imagine sleeping in the bed she shared with Greg. Instead she grabbed a comforter and padded naked into the den where she fell into sleep on the couch.

Somewhere in the early morning hours she awoke from feverish sex dreams finding herself playing with a dripping cunt. She couldn't remember the dream other than she knew she had been naked, on her knees and serving some shadowy figure. In the lonely darkness she came hard, felt her body relax and before nodding off again said to herself, "I AM a slave."

In the morning as she padded naked around the house, her emotions were up and down. There was the determination to complete her task, and a face flushing embarrassment about what that task was. Two days and six cocks to suck while naked on her knees. But after her fever dreams the thought of the task was less scary, less disgusting. The proper girl in her brain had gone quiet. What she had done the night before was as disgusting as it gets, but in the light of day she found herself getting aroused. The thought off stripping off in some place and kneeling before a man made her nipples stiffen. In her mind's even she had her head down and her legs spread waiting patiently to look at and begin to serve the cock bobbing her face. The gross and dirty cocks of last night did not seem so bad now. She imagined she still felt the taste of cum in her mouth and...she wanted more.

Without noticing she realized that she had wandered over to the large picture window at the front of the house and had idly begun playing with her pussy. Then she remembered her new toys. She ran and got the phallus with the suction cup and the medium size butt plug She was about to stick the cock on the bedroom mirror in privacy but stopped herself. With a wicked smile she returned to the picture window and stuck it on at perfect kneeling cock sucking height. She was afraid she would be seen, but this new and long repressed part of herself was hoping someone would come by and look in and make her feel unutterable shame. Maybe if it was a guy he would even come in and make her suck him off.

Still standing she slobbered up the butt plug and then bent at the waist, ass facing the window and slipped it in. Without much lubrication (she didn't think she deserved to make it easier) she needed to try two or three times, each time coating it with her saliva and tasting her ass.

Then she set a 15 minute timer and dropped to her knees treating the rubber cock like it was some divine artifact as she tried tried to polish up her new found skills.

When the timer rang, she left the cock in the window and headed for the bathroom to do her makeup, well, overdo. Now she had to find more cock. Yes, she had a task to complete, but something had changed overnight. Then, she had just wanted to get it over with so she could go into training with a real master. Now she realized

1. She was already in training.

2. She was starting to think like a real slave.

3. Following orders might or might not please Sir, that was out of her control. All she could do was submit and obey.

4. Having broken through her barriers about the task she had liberated her inner slut. The thought of a hard cock in her mouth made her drip. It was time to get out there and get on her knees.

"Fuck! How?" Then she had a bright idea! Sir had said that only the first cock counted if there was a group, but he didn't say anything about referrals! She headed over to the nearest college campus around lunchtime and started trolling. As per orders she was only dressed in one piece of clothing, a mid thigh kind of filmy peasant blouse that left her shoulders bare. It was a bit chilly, so her nipples were firm on her gently bouncing breasts. Adding a pair of sandals and a small shoulder bag with wallet, phone and 'invitations', she headed for fraternity row...if there were horny guys on campus that would be a good place to start!

It didn't take long before she caught one young man's eye. Normally he would be a little young for her tastes. Normally? Normally seemed to have gone out the window. She needed a cock to suck. Presumably he had one, was breathing and not repulsive. He wasn't bad looking but did not walk with the confidence of a big man on campus. Perfect. She noticed him scoping her out and pushed out her chest a bit and smiled at him. "Hi," she said as he got close. "Are you busy?"

"Um...no", he stammered flustered by being approached by such a sexy woman.

Turning on her recorder she recited her introduction: 'Sir, I am in training to be a slave. May I please get on my knees and give you a blow job?'

"Whaaa???"

"Sir, I really mean it. She repeated the phrase, "Sir, I am in training to be a slave. May I please get on my knees and give you a blow job?"

" Who put you up to this?" he asked incredulously. "Is there a camera or something here?"

"No, sir, it's completely genuine and I really could use your help. Please let me suck your cock???" She tried to look as desperate and horny as she could. Since she was horny and desperate it didn't take much work.

"Where?"

"Wherever you like, sir. Here if you want!" She started to pull up the hem of her shirt.

"No, wait...let's go behind those bushes," he said. She grabbed his hand and eagerly led the way. She hoped he had a big cock.

"You can do anything with me you want, sir, but I need you to come in my mouth and take a picture please, she said handing over the phone after stripping off her shirt. On her knees she began to loosen his belt and unzip his pants, "And afterwards I have a special invitation for you to use every part of me, sir...as a thank you!"

She smiled up at him warmly as she gently pulled out a fairly good sized cock. "Looks yummy!" she said licking the tip and stroking the shaft. "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille and after that I am going to give you the best blow job I can!"

And she did. Maybe it was the nerves about being in public, but he was able to hold off for a good 15 minutes. Valerie didn't mind. For the first time in her life she was really enjoying sucking a cock and she kind of liked having to work for her reward. She used one hand to gently cradle his balls while she took him as deeply as she could. She felt them tighten slightly and increased her rhythm until at last she was swallowing his hot seed. A little escaped and she made a show of looking up at him as licking up those fugitive drops. "Thank you, Sir!"

Still naked on her knees, she pulled the written invitation from her purse. "Do you have a pen. Sir?" He fumbled a bit but found one. She wrote her cell number and first name on the page.

"I still have five cocks to suck and swallow, Sir, but I am not allowed to do them in a group. I am hoping you can give my name and number to some of your friends and let me make them the same offer, but it has to be one 'appointment' at a time and they have to call me to set it up. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I got it...Valerie.." he said glancing at the page.

"And I have to be done by tomorrow!"

He pulled out his phone and dialled, "Hey, Muhammad...have I got an offer for you!"

Five minutes later her phone rang and she arranged a date with Muhammad. He would pick her up in his car in half an hour...then her phone rang again. She gave the man with the phone a big, sexy hug. "What's your name?" she asked. "Ulf" "Well, Ulf don't lose my number. You and your friends get to use me all of Friday and Saturday, but you deserve a very special thank you after that. I will ask my Master if he will lend me to you for a couple of days." She kissed his cheek and slipped her shirt back on.

By suppertime, she had completed her task a day early and had both very red knees and a bellyful of come from a veritable United Nations of penises. Here had been Ulf, Muhammad, Han, Miguel and Francois and finally Ade who took her to his dorm room.

Mostly the young men has been oddly respectful. None had insisted on coming on her face or fucking her. A couple had taken the time to feel her up and play with her pussy...but NOT long enough! She hadn't gotten to cum. So when Ade had filled her belly she asked if she could stay awhile and maybe let him coat her face the second time around. She had an urge to look like a CoF slut on her way home.

Ade was happy to oblige but was more demanding than the rest. She figured he would be the leader on Friday and that was fine with her. Strong was good. He made her play with herself while he was gathering his energy and fondled her butt and breasts and then lay her on the ground and ordered her to cum for him. Feeling his eyes on her, strange into them as she masturbated made her orgasm was glorious! He knelt on either side of her breasts and began to stroke his tool. She lifted her head to try to lick it, but he said, "No slavegirl. Lie back, mouth closed and eyes open. I want to paint your face and make you look like the little girl slut you really are. And that is exactly what he did.

True to the stereotype, Ade had a chokingly large cock. She wondered what that would feel like inside her? She hoped he would fuck her silly on Friday. Upon getting home, she promised herself to lube up the largest butt plug and insert it ... better get used to it!

When assigned the task she had been dreading paying off on her thank you invitations almost as much as she was reviled by sucking strange cock. But now, with the 'nice girl' voice silences, she couldn't wait. What a remarkable transformation it had been. A dam had burst in her, a barrier of reticence and shame and fear. Sitting in the hot bath again...no tears this time, she contemplated what a mind fucking 24 hours it had been! and dreamt of what would come next at Sir Bennet's house tomorrow.

In the early morning hours after some sleep, Valerie was feeling torn again. The feelings came unbidden while she was sipping coffee, naked of course, at her kitchen table. She sat in her usual chair across from where Greg always sat when he was home. A wave of remorse and self loathing swept over her. How could she do this to that nice, sweet but kind of boring man she had married? It was as if she had been lying to him all along and that it all burst out of her in the last few days when she gave in to her depraved fantasies.

And then she was angry at him for never taking control, for always acquiescing for never really asking much from her much less demanding anything from her. He was TOO FUCKING NICE, agreed with every suggestion she made, ate whatever she put in front of him, never complained when she ordered in because she was too tired to cook and never made a choice about what to order. He was infuriating in his deference and she resented him for not being what she needed.

Valerie went back an forth with this long after the undrunk coffee had gone stone cold. First she hated herself...then she hated him. And when that whirlwind began to lose its strength, the thoughts of yesterday's blow jobs and tonight's meeting with Ma...Sir Bennett crept in stiffening her nipples and causing her to dampen the vinyl kitchen chair with her juices.

Adulting was fucking hard. All these decisions!

What finally calmed her down was that word 'decisions'. She made them all in this marriage and she resented it. It had boiled over and was the fury that emboldened her to call Sir Bennett in the first place. She didn't want to decide anymore. She wasn't a dom, she was a submissive and wanted nothing more than to give into it completely. In her hurt and despair she had reached out to the one man who she knew who could save her...free her...give her the chance to be happy again, not by being in charge, but by being on her knees, where she belonged.

Her sluttiness of yesterday had broken a barrier and brought her joy for the first time in a long time.

It was time to get ready for the next step. First she stuffed herself with the biggest butt plug and then sucked on her plastic cock stuck to the window for 20 minutes this morning, forcing it further down her throat until she almost passed out. And when that was done she fucked herself with it until she had three full orgasms.

After a light lunch she went about bathing and carefully shaving then tidied the house for her visitors tomorrow. Whether Sir Bennett accepted her tonight or not, she resolved to honour her invitations. Whether or not she was a slave in training tomorrow, she was now at least a wanton slut. There would be not going back from that.

She still couldn't sleep in the bed, so she dragged the king sized mattress into the living room. If she was going to be gang banged, it would be here. She owed her now dead marriage that much respect.

Finally, after what seemed like endless hours, it was time to go. She put on her highest heels, gold strappy sandals with a three inch heels and thought hard about what to wear. In the end, she opted for the same buttonless coat and then in a final act of commitment, slipped off her wedding ring and left it by the door.