The Mistress

Over the next few weeks, my master arranged multiple "appointments" for me, each one more thrilling than the last. These encounters were with the same men I had the gangbang with at the seminar, and every session ended with them using all my holes. I always got a "refreshment" afterward, whether it was cum or piss. Andrew had no idea about my secret life—no idea that all my holes were being used by other men, or that I was swallowing their cum and piss. He still thought of himself as an excellent lover, though he was nothing more than a dull, missionary man. I hadn't sucked his cock in years; he never showed any interest. He just slipped in, did his five minutes of work, and unloaded. I’d even stopped pretending to orgasm, but he always commented on how wet I was when he entered. Little did he know, it was other men’s cum lubing up my pussy. I kept fucking him just to maintain peace between us, so I could continue my secret life.

That morning, after Andrew had left for work, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed to the gym early. I liked to keep in shape, especially for my master. After my usual sweaty workout, I gathered my things and headed home to shower. While I was drying off, my phone pinged—it was a message from Mark. He had another appointment for me that day at 11 a.m. It was 9 a.m., giving me enough time to get dressed and relax for a bit. The appointment was 45 minutes away, and the only condition was that I wear stockings, suspenders, and nothing else under a coat. Luckily, it was a chilly day, so wearing just a coat wouldn't raise any eyebrows. I followed his instructions, put on a full-length grey coat, and set out.

I arrived just before my appointment and pulled into the driveway. When the door opened, I was surprised to see a woman standing there. Was I playing with a woman today? I had never been with a woman before and felt a little nervous about what was expected. She smiled warmly and invited me in.

"Hey, you can call me Mistress. Your master has kindly loaned you to me for a while. Please go upstairs," she instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, heading upstairs with her following closely behind. She directed me to the main bedroom, where we both entered, and she shut the door behind us. She began undressing, revealing a figure slightly older than mine, perhaps in her late 30s, with pert breasts and a curvaceous body. She instructed me to remove my coat, which I did, placing it on the chair near the bed. Her eyes roamed my body from head to toe.

"Your master was right—you are gorgeous," she said, biting her lip. I thanked her for the compliment as she beckoned me to lie down beside her.

She began to touch me, and soon her lips found mine. I had never kissed another woman before, but her soft lips felt inviting, and I kissed her back with growing passion. Her hands explored my body, eventually reaching my pussy. I groaned softly at her light touch and opened my legs wider in response. She pulled me on top of her, guiding me to kiss her breasts. I eagerly sucked on her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as she groaned in pleasure. Slowly, I worked my way down her body until I found myself between her legs, her pussy glistening with arousal. The smell was intoxicating. I had never been this close to another woman’s pussy, and I found it both strange and exciting.

I kissed her inner thighs, teasing her, before finally running my tongue up the length of her pussy, taking in her scent and taste. She groaned heavily at my touch, and I found myself enjoying the experience more than I expected. She instructed me to lick her asshole, something I had never done before, but I obeyed without hesitation, flicking my tongue over her tight hole. She lifted her legs and spread her cheeks, encouraging me to go deeper. The taste of her wet hole excited me even more, and I eagerly worked both her ass and pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit and thrusting my fingers into her ass.

Her orgasm hit quickly, her body shuddering as her pussy gushed. I swallowed as much of her juices as I could, relishing the taste. This was a new experience for me, and I was proud of how well I’d serviced her. She lay there panting, her body twitching as I continued to gently kiss her sensitive pussy. After a few minutes, she pulled me up to her, and we kissed again, her tasting her own juices on my lips. The kiss was long and passionate before she got up and went into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a glass in her hand.

She handed it to me. It was warm—her piss. This was becoming a regular thing for me, drinking piss at every appointment, and I didn’t mind. I had grown used to the taste and even enjoyed it.

"You must need a refreshment by now," she said with a smile as I sipped the glass. It tasted slightly different from the men’s piss, but still familiar. She watched me drink it all down before taking the glass back, licking my lips as I finished.

"Good girl, you were thirsty," she said with a chuckle. I thanked her for the drink as she instructed me to fetch something from the top drawer of the dresser. I opened it and found a strap-on dildo.

Mistress helped me put it on, showing me how to adjust it properly. She took a tube of lube, smothering the cock before spreading some on her ass as well. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself on all fours and instructed me to fuck her. I got behind her and slowly pushed the tip of the dildo into her ass, grabbing her hips as I slid it in deeper. She gasped as the full 7-inch cock filled her, and I began to thrust, starting slow but increasing my pace as she urged me to fuck her harder. It wasn’t long before she had a massive orgasm, screaming into the sheets as her legs trembled, momentarily passing out from the intensity.

When she came to, I was still giving her ass a slow, steady pounding. She instructed me to stop, pulling away and taking off the strap-on. The cock was slick with lube and her juices, and she ordered me to suck it clean. Without hesitation, I took the dildo into my mouth, licking off the lube and juices. Mistress watched closely as I performed my duty, thoroughly cleaning the toy before she took it and the glass back into the bathroom. Moments later, she returned with another glass of her piss.

"Here you go, darling," she said, handing it to me. I drank it without question, finishing it quickly.

"My, you were very thirsty," she remarked, smiling as she lifted me to my feet and kissed me on the lips. She hugged me tightly, thanking me for my service.

"My sub is away due to a family emergency, and I needed some attention. Mark kindly lent me you. Our appointment is now concluded," she said, her smile soft and warm. I smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I got dressed, and she put on a robe, walking me to the door. We exchanged a final kiss on the cheek before I left. Andrew had no idea about my secret life as a submissive, being whored out to my master, his friends, and now women too. I got into my car and headed home, thinking about what my next "appointment" would hold.