Surrender (Janice's Sex Ending)

Veronica pleads for you to come with her, shock and concern contorting her pretty face. You rise and fall obediently on the big black strap-on. Janice's meaty fingers stretch your tender asshole. You turn back to Janice, looking to the obese woman for some guidance. She reaches up to your face with her other hand and squeezes your cheeks between her fingers.

"You're my little **** forever and ever, aren't you?" She asks.

"Yes," you whisper and then repeat a bit louder,"Yes."

"Tell her that," Janice nods to Veronica and releases your face so you can look back over your shoulder at the salesgirl.

"I belong...," your words trail off as an orgasm shoots through you.

You arch your back and cry out, pressing your breasts against Janice's face. She licks and sucks your nipples. She slams your pussy with the strap-on and fingers your ass hard, pushing you through an intense climax. When you recover and turn back to say something to Veronica you see that she's gone and the door has closed.

Your afternoon with Janice stretches into the evening, a torrid and sometimes unpleasant fuck session in which you demonstrate your total obedience. Janice dresses to lock up the store and then returns to her seat, shucking off her pants and watching a small TV while you bury your face between her legs. Every few groaning and squirting orgasms Janice has you climb up and ride her strap on again or she splays you out on her desk and licks every inch of your shivering flesh.

That night you follow her to her cheap apartment and let her take you any way she wants tangled in her unwashed sheets. You bathe her with a sponge and then bathe her with your tongue, **** to spend a very long time between her legs and between her pimpled ass cheeks. When she can stand no more pleasure she sits naked on the swaybacked couch watching TV while you curl naked at her feet like a dog.

Your relationship with the domineering "Auntie Janice" becomes increasingly perverse and submissive. She forces you to give up contact with your friends and family. She keeps you in a large dog cage at the foot of her bed and forces you to wear a collar. She makes you pleasure her at all hours and in every humiliating way imaginable.

Worse, she doesn't even remain faithful to you. She brings home sickly-looking stick-thin girls from the lesbian bar in town and forces you to watch while she fucks them. As the days turn into weeks she begins forcing you to pleasure her friends. She has parties where her fellow bull-dykes, most of them fat and disgusting, play poker or sit around and smoke cigars. They all treat you like a piece of meat or an animal. They even whistle or snap their fingers to call you over to lick their untrimmed pussies or to present your ass in the air so they can roughly toy with you.

When you are disobedient or when you fail to please Janice she invents humiliating ways to punish you. She takes you to a restaurant and forces you to climb under the table and eat her pussy while she eats a huge steak. She takes you to get your nipples and clit pierced. She even has her name tattooed across your ass just above your crack.

The weeks become months and you lose all sense of identity or who you were before you met Janice. When she loans you to her friends it seems perfectly natural. When money gets tight and she brings you men to suck and fuck it pleases you that you can help her. She records the fuck sessions with a hidden camera and makes you watch them. Each time one of the men on the videos pulls out and cums across your tits or explodes in your mouth Janice lashes you with a whip. At the end of some busy nights your ass is too sore to sit.

After a year there is no more Joy to be found. You are just "****" to Janice's insatiable and intolerant "Master." True to your promise, you are hers forever.