Chapter 3
“Wake up, beautiful girl,” Faith heard. A hand was gently shaking her arm as she was dragged out of her sleep. Jessica Philpott had let herself into the house and quietly crept up the stairs to Faith’s room.
“Wha?” mumbled Faith as she was awakening.
Jessica leaned down and kissed Faith softly on the lips. “Merry Christmas, darling. It’s time to get up. You have a busy day ahead.”
Faith suddenly snapped awake as she remembered what she had agreed to do the night before. Gone were the romantic dreams of handsome princes and moonlit beaches. The harsh reality of another day of slavery descended upon her.
“Oh,” said Faith as she opened her eyes and saw Jessica’s beautiful face smiling down at her. “I’ll get ready.”
“Don’t worry, cutie,” said Jessica. “I’ll get you ready. I still need to shower too. I didn’t want to risk waking up Tom by showering at home.”
“Oh, okay,” said Faith. She pushed off her covers and swung her legs out to stand up. “Do you want to shower first or should I?”
“Let’s shower together,” was Jessica’s response. “It will save time.”
“Okay, Mrs. Philpott.” Faith turned toward her bathroom and Jessica followed her. She turned on the shower to warm the water and unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it fall to the floor. She slid her bottoms down and stepped out of them. Jessica was naked too by that time.
“Oh my,” said Jessica as she ran her fingertips down Faith’s taut belly. “Your mother was right. You just keep getting more and more beautiful every day. And she was right that you look like the perfect fuck toy.”
Faith gasped. “Mom said that?”
“Yes,” replied Jessica as she lifted Faith’s full breasts in her hands, feeling how heavy they were now. “She’s so proud of you. She was telling everyone at the club how beautiful you were at Thanksgiving during our get together last week.”
Faith blushed at the revelation. “What else did she say about Thanksgiving?”
“Not a lot,” Jessica said. “Not many details. Just that you had given yourself to her and Jack for the holiday and how you were a perfect fuck toy. And she said how amazed she was at how many times your dad got hard that weekend.”
Faith groaned. How could her mother tell all of her friends about enslaving her own daughter? And did her mother really say that she was a fuck toy; a perfect fuck toy? What must they think about her They probably thought she was a slut.
Jessica stepped under the shower and pulled Faith in with her. Then Jessica did all of the work, shampooing Faith’s hair and washing her body. Faith was not convinced that showering together saved any time, though, especially the way Jessica was doing it. Her hands lingered on Faith’s breasts and ass far longer than was necessary to clean her. And Jessica’s fingers toyed with Faith’s sex in ways that had nothing to do with showering or washing.
Finally, they finished and toweled off. “Sit on the edge of the tub, cutie,” instructed Jessica. Faith wasn’t sure why, but she did. The reason quickly became clear as Jessica produced a pair of scissors and a razor.
“We’ll just get you all cleaned up.”
“Must you do that?” asked Faith, knowing that her pussy was about to be denuded again. And it had just started to grow back from the shaving she received at Thanksgiving.
“Of course I must,” was the reply. “I want my perfect girl to be the perfect gift.” Faith just groaned and Jessica went to work.
Faith watched in dismay as the scissors snipped away what little had grown back of her precious little bush of hair. Then she shook her head in disbelief as she watched the razor swiping across her mound. Within minutes, her pussy was bald again.
She looked at her new owner as she worked. Mrs. Philpott was truly beautiful even though she seemed to go to great lengths to conceal that fact. The towel had slipped off, revealing Jessica’s body to her gaze. And Faith had to admire all of the woman’s feminine curves, complete with a waspish waist and full, heavy breasts that swayed as she went about her task.
When she was finished, she slipped a finger into Faith’s sex, causing the girl to suck in her breath. Then she pumped it in and out a few times before withdrawing it.
“I just love a responsive slave girl,” said Jessica as she raised her hand to lick off Faith’s juices. “You’re just so perfect in so many ways. We’ll oil this up after I have the rest of you prepared.”
She led Faith to the vanity table and had her sit. Then she blew the beautiful auburn locks dry and brushed them out until they were lustrous. She blew her own hair dry and then applied Faith’s makeup which consisted of lip gloss, eyeliner and roughed nipples. Faith didn’t normally wear any makeup at all and, when she did, it was only lip gloss. Certainly she never rouged her nipples. But Jessica had gone light on the makeup so it was not ostentatious. Jessica did not put any makeup on herself.
“I hope these are the right size,” said Jessica as she held up the shiny steel shackles. She fit them on Faith’s wrists and ankles, clicking them shut. Faith noticed that a key would be needed to remove them.
“I didn’t have time to get this engraved,” Jessica said as she circled Faith’s neck with the steel band that would become her collar. It clicked shut also, transforming Faith once again into a slave. “I’ll make sure it has a proper inscription when we do this the next time.”
“Next time?” thought Faith. Who said anything about a next time? And why did Mrs. Philpott say ‘when’ instead of ‘if’?
“Just one more item,” announced Jessica as she produced two silver hoops. She fed them into Faith’s pierced ears and secured them. She hung a gift card from the hoop in her left ear. The card read: “To my wonderful husband, from his loving wife.”
“Now just let me get dressed and we’ll go home,” said Jessica. When she was finished, she looked like a cute, if somewhat pornographic, elf. She wore green tights under a very scant green skirt. She had on green pointed toes and a green hat, bordered with white fur. And for a top, she wore a tiny green vest that laced down the front. It showed a significant amount of cleavage and Faith was convinced that the two bountiful breasts would have been totally exposed if not for the laces.
“Santa’s little helper, yanno,” Jessica chuckled. Then she locked the wrist shackles together behind Faith’s back and gave the girl’s bottom a playful swat. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Wait!” said Faith as Jessica led her from the bedroom. “You’re taking me outside like this?”
“Of course, sweetie. “Well just walk through the yards. Besides, nobody will be up at this hour to see you.”
“But it’s awfully cold outside.”
“Then I guess we’d better walk quickly.”
If anyone had been up to observe the pair walking between the two houses, they would have seen a beautiful elf from the north pole leading a strikingly gorgeous Christmas present to be delivered to a very lucky boy.
Tom was still asleep when they got into the warmth of the Philpott home. Jessica went right to work. She positioned Faith where she wanted beside the brightly decorated Christmas tree. She had Faith kneel with her knees spread wide. Then she locked the ankle cuffs together and attached the wrist cuffs to those. That resulted in Faith’s back being arched slightly and thrusting her breasts and pussy forward as if in offering. The finishing touch was to add a green bow to Faith’s hair.
Jessica disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee. She reemerged ten minutes later, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee. “I’ll be back in a little bit, pet. And be sure to address him as Master. He’ll like that.”
“And what should I call you?” asked Faith.
“Hmmm,” pondered Jessica. “Mistress, I suppose. But you should call me Jessica from now on. Mrs. Philpott makes me feel so old.”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Faith as she watched the cute little elf butt wiggling up the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, she heard two sets of footsteps descending the stairs. She took a deep breath as she tried to mentally prepare for what lay ahead.”
“Keep your eyes closed,” she heard Jessica say. “No peeking.”
Faith felt her heart pitter-pattering as the footsteps drew closer. She had developed a crush on Tom when he and Jessica moved into the neighborhood years earlier. Even now that she was older and more mature, she was still infatuated with him. She wished that she could be with him under more normal circumstances, though. But then again, maybe this was the best way to be with him. She always got so nervous and tongue-tied around him. At least as a slave, she could be with him and not be expected to talk.
“Ta da!” announced Jessica after she led him into the room. “No assembly required. Although you may want to insert Tab A into Slot B.”
“Oh my,” declared Tom after he opened his eyes. His face brightened as he saw the beautiful naked girl kneeling beside the tree. “This is my best Christmas ever. Thank you, darling.” Then he kissed his wife.
“You’re welcome, darling,” smiled Jessica. “She’s all yours until tomorrow morning. You can play with your new toy all you want until then.”
Tom walked over to where Faith was kneeling. “Hello, my princess.”
“Hello, my master,” Faith smiled up at him nervously. “Merry Christmas, Master.”
“Merry Christmas, princess.” He leaned down to unfasten her bindings but found that they were locked.
“You’ll be needing this,” said Jessica as she dangled the key that was on a chain around her neck.
“Yes, I will,” said Tom. “I want to get her unwrapped as quickly as I can so I can play with her.”
Jessica pulled the chain over her head and gave the key to her husband. He quickly unlocked Faith’s bindings and then pulled her to her feet. “Look at you! You get more beautiful every time I see you.”
Faith blushed at the compliment. “Thank you, Master.” She cast her eyes downward, too nervous to look him in the eye, and saw the front of his robe tenting outward.
Jessica saw the tent in the robe also. “Looks like somebody is trying to get out.” She reached into the robe and fished out Tom’s cock, stroking it a few times.
“Would Tommy like to go swimming?” she asked. “I know a nice warm, wet place for him.”
Tom laughed. “Little Tommy would love to go swimming. And I think I know the perfect spot too.”
Tom reached behind Faith and grasped her bottom cheeks, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and then he slowly lowered her. Jessica got down on one knee and gripped the ready cock, guiding it into the girl’s swampy sex.
This was one of the things she loved about Faith. This girl was the most responsive person she had ever met. She really was the perfect fuck toy, just as Jill had said.
The tip of the cock was nestled between the dewy petals and he continued to lower the girl. She sucked in her breath as she felt the beefy shaft gliding effortlessly into her sex, already sending thrills through her body. He tilted his head forward and kissed her on the lips as he continued to lower her. His tongue sought out hers as it forced its way into her mouth and she moaned as his cock hit bottom, filling her completely.
Jessica remained on her knee and watched as her husband’s cock speared into the teenager. There was a time when she would have been upset, or at least jealous, over this scene. It had been Faith’s parents who helped her get over that. Jill and Jack had befriended them when they first moved in. And a slow seduction of Tom and Jessica started right away. Within six months, the four of them started sharing a bed; or three of them if one of them was out of town.
Then the other couple introduced her and her husband to their club where uninhibited couples could share their spouses with others. There was a distinct domination and submission theme to the club but it was not a whips and chains group. People simply surrendered themselves to whoever they chose. At least Jessica was always doing the surrendering.
Jessica was clearly submissive. She did not mind that though. She did not mind at all, in fact. It was thrilling to be “owned” by another or by a couple. It was Jill who had helped her learn her true nature. Jill was probably the most dominant person she knew. Jack was a close second but Jill was clearly the most dominant.
Jessica remembered when Jill had first made her move. They were in the Philpott’s hot tub together. Jill and Jack had been working on Tom and Jessica for six months and had gotten them to the point where they were pretty sure that the Philpotts would become players. Tom and Jack were playing golf on that day. Jill ended up playing Jessica.
They were drinking wine and gabbing and laughing. The topic turned toward sex and they shared stories. Jill’s stories were much more interesting than Jessica’s. Finally, Jill moved next to Jessica and kissed her deeply. Jessica tensed but did not push her neighbor away. Within moments, Jessica found herself naked.
“You need more experiences,” Jill had said. “I’m going to broaden your horizons.” And the rest was sexual history. Jessica was still not totally uninhibited. But she was much more sexually adventurous now.
She reached up and let her finger glide along her husband’s cock as it sliced in and out of the beautiful teenager. She slid her fingers around the girl’s stretched love tunnel, enjoying the soft wetness. And she decided that it was time to be adventurous once again.
She had never been dominant over anyone before. In fact, she was not sure that she had a dominant bone in her body. But she determined that she would try with Faith as her sub. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect body to control.
Her fingers were now coated with the girl’s natural lubricants and she trailed them back across her perineum. Because of the way that Tom was holding the girl, her bottom cheeks were spread wide, giving Jessica a wonderful view of Faith’s beautiful little rosebud. She circled it with a finger, painting it with the girl’s juices. She touched the cock again to gather more nectar and painted the asshole again. Faith moaned at the intimate touch. Once she saw the little pucker glistening to her satisfaction, Jessica pushed in the center. She heard Faith moan again as her finger popped through the tight little sphincter.
Jessica stood with her finger still embedded in the girl’s bottom. She reached around, grasping one of the bouncing breasts and held it as she started moving her finger in and out. “How is she, darling?”
Tom broke the passionate kiss to respond. “Divine, love. Simply divine. It’s like she’s molded around my cock.”
Jessica found a nipple and gripped it. She plunged her finger all the way into Faith’s ass, eliciting another moan from the captive girl.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new toy,” said Jessica. “I hope you’ll share her. I might want to have some fun with her too.”
“Mmm, yes,” uttered Tom. He was surprised at his wife’s tone. She was always the one who others toyed with. But if she wanted to play with the new toy, that was fine with him. There were only so many times that he would be able to get his cock hard in a day. He would need some breaks between fucks. “She’s all yours whenever you are ready to claim her.”
Faith shuddered as she heard the discussion between husband and wife. Her entire body was over-sexed at this point. The cock of the man she had long had a crush on was buried deep in her pussy. His wife’s finger was in her ass as she squeezed and rolled her nipple. And the passionate kissing was beyond belief. She would not last much longer before she exploded.
Tom sensed that his new toy was about to erupt. He was too. He watched her as her eyes seemed to roll back in her head. Then she threw her head back and let out a long, low groan. Her sex clamped around his shaft and that was all that he needed to throw him over the top.
Thankfully, she had wrapped her legs around his waist or he was sure that he would have dropped Faith. She continued to moan and was lost to the world as his sperm spewed into her body. He managed to stagger to a couch and perched her bottom on the back of it. Jessica had let go and pulled her finger out of Faith’s ass as soon as the two started climaxing. She watched in wonder as her husband rested his forehead on Faith’s shoulder, totally spent, as Faith’s head remained rocked back in orgasmic bliss.
Jessica waited until they both recovered. Tom’s cock had slipped out of its warm sanctuary and Faith’s eyes looked normal again. “Well, that looked like fun. Is it my turn now?”
Tom grinned. Faith blushed. Then Tom spoke. “Yes, it was fun. And yes, she’s all yours now. I’m going to lie down on the couch for a nap. She totally drained me.”
“She must have been really good,” Jessica commented.
“Exquisite,” replied Tom.
Jessica had planned on doing this on the kitchen table but Tom would not have a chance to witness any of it if she did. She decided to use the coffee table in front of the couch instead. She cleared it off and then smiled at Faith. “Lie down here, princess.”
Then she turned to her husband. “I dare you to fall asleep.”
Faith lay down on the table, not sure what her formerly timid neighbor had in mind. She shuddered when she glanced at Jessica and saw the hungry look on her face. This was not the Mrs. Philpott she knew.
Jessica adjusted Faith the way she wanted, with one leg hanging off each side of the table, leaving her opened wide and available. Then she knelt at one end of the table between the girl’s outstretched legs.
Jessica watched the sperm dribble out of the girl’s pussy, pooling on the polished surface of the table. She reached out and glided two fingers down the very wet petals which were opened wide at this point.
Faith blushed at the intimate touch. This was not like Mrs. Philpott at all! The fingers stroked down and then up and then down again, keeping her labia opened and stimulated. After a few more strokes, the fingers came together and Faith felt them sliding into her, hearing herself moan again.
“Oooo,” Faith cooed. She didn’t expect that! Mrs. Philpott added a finger and then all three plunged deep into her sex. And then she let out a gasp. A fourth finger had just joined the other three and Faith raised her head.
“Mrs. Philpott! I mean Jessica…. I mean Mistress!”
“Yes pet?” Jessica smiled back at the girl.
Faith shuddered again when she looked at her neighbor. Jessica had looked hungry before. Now, she looked positively demonic. Jessica withdrew her digits from Faith’s sex and then, one by one, licked her fingers. Then she put them together again in front of Faith’s view, to form a cone for impaling the girl. The last thing she did before lowering her hand from Faith’s sight was to tuck her thumb against the fingers.
Faith panted and gasped as Jessica moved her fingers in and out of her. Thankfully, she was well lubricated. She didn’t know why, but she was. The entire hand popped into her body with relative ease. Jessica pumped her fist in and out as she fluttered her tongue over her slave’s sensitive clit.
Faith had no idea how many times she climaxed while Jessica fisted her. And she had no idea how many other times during the twenty four hours she climaxed at the hands of the husband and wife. She was fucked and fisted and sodomized. She had real cocks and fake cocks in each of her orifices at one time or another. And she had a human fist in her twice. When they finally finished using her body at the end of the day, she was wasted.
The next morning, Tom fucked her again before they sent her home. Jessica contented herself with suckling on the precious breasts of the precious slave before she was sent back home.
Not a word was said about Christmas day once Faith was returned home. Her parents were her parents again and she was thankful for that.
She spent the rest of her vacation catching up with friends and partying. She was a normal college girl once again.
To be continued