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Saturday Evening

===JANETTE concludes Her portion of the tale===

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The conclusion of our Saturday festivities has taken me a while to finish, and i apologize to all of you, the readers of Miss Wendy’s tales. Part of the problem finishing this up was trying to wrap my head around all the things that we did that amazing weekend, and the second was that every time i attempted to write them down, i would get myself so worked up i ended up being naughty and had to play with myself which delayed my writing. After learning about my lack of willpower, Miss Wendy punished me for an entire weekend and i promised to finish up Saturday’s goings-on even if the writing wasn’t up to Her exacting standards.

So, here goes nothing…

The next thing i recalled was the harsh light being turned on in Her basement/dungeon. i was still laying on top of Jeremy, hands firmly bound behind my back, but he had grown soft and fallen out of my VJJ. i guess even with the Cialis She had him take and despite the rope wrapped around his privates it couldn’t keep him erect forever.

Sliding off him and raising my head, i could feel the sticky wetness of our shared orgasms between us. His mouth was still hidden behind the leather mask and looking up to his face saw him blinking against the sudden light as well. i wonder if he had slept at all tied down with me passed out on top of him. i take pride in my figure, so knew i didn’t weigh much, but he couldn’t have been very comfortable. After being doubly penetrated for the first time (and i hope not the last) i had been completely spent and needed a little shut-eye.

Our Mistress’s voice called to us from the stairs, “My, my, look at what I have here. Two lazy subs resting away and not taking care of me on my birthday weekend. It’s time to get up you lazy bones! Time to freshen up so you can take me out to dinner to celebrate this wonderful weekend.”

With Her heels clicking on the stairs i saw Her descend to us in our helpless state. She looked so regal appearing to glide down from the heavens to dominate us, mere mortals. She had changed into a sexy, slinky red dress that accentuated Her taught, lithe frame. “I guess you need my assistance, as usual, my pet.” She chuckled as She began to unfasten my arms from behind my back. She left my collar fastened tightly around my neck, but once my arms were free She helped me off of Jeremy and gingerly i stood up.

My Mistress took my face in Her hands and bent down to kiss me gently. She whispered into my mouth, “Your submission should be the result of inspiration. One in authority never needs to demand, only inspire. Such motivates the submissive to willingly kneel and whisper words of love and devotion. Nothing is more valued or cherished by the dominant. Do I inspire you my Pet?”

Her words made my midsection weak and i knelt before Her, “Yes Mistress. i never knew such feelings that you inspire in me. i find myself when i become lost in you.”

She smiled and Her long fingers caressed my head, running through my hair. “Good girl. Now I have to free Jeremy eventually, even if I don’t want to, if we’re to get dinner. You need to run upstairs and get cleaned up. Shower, put on your makeup and you’ll find your clothes laid out for our dinner tonight. Hurry up now as I plan on tormenting your partner is submission until you return.”

I nodded and went up to the stairs and glancing back saw my Mistress sitting on the bed playing with Jeremy’s penis. He had already gone from flaccid to partially erect and i stopped for a second to watch. Miss Wendy glanced up and with a frown waved me on and i continued my ascent not wanting to risk Her ire. She had told me in the past just how much She likes keeping Jeremy in a constant state of excitement if She isn’t inflicting pain on him.

These thoughts were warming my insides as i made my way up to the third floor and through Her bedroom to Her bathroom. Upon entering, i removed my collar not wanting to get it wet and turned on the tap in Her large glass shower. Familiar with its use from the times She’s had me wash Her back, i entered it and began to clean the bodily fluids and sweat from my soft skin.

Looking across the floor i spied Her large tub where earlier this day She had a soak while watching Jeremy do me from behind and i felt both embarrassed and excited by how that scene must have looked. i couldn’t help myself and ran my fingers down my body to do some “extra cleaning” on my tingling VJJ. Oh my God, but it was getting excited despite having had sex this entire day and forced to cum several times. The temptation was so strong to continue building up this feeling until i could cum again but realized if Mistress were to return and find me playing with myself without Her permission i might find myself locked in a cage at the foot of Her bed unable to participate in any more fun balıkesir escort – forced to only watch Her and Jeremy have sex.

That thought sent shivers down my spine and was enough to stop me from doing any more playing with myself. i quickly finished up my shower and stepped out to dry myself. Wrapped in one of Her large fluffy towels around my body i proceeded into the bedroom to see what She had chosen for me to wear out. Obviously, we were going somewhere nice to Her birthday dinner as I saw She had laid out my little black dress (or as Miss Wendy called it, an “LBD”), a tiny black thong, bra, and a black choker. Slipping into my outfit i turned in front of Her vanity mirror and admired how the dress exposed just enough of my cleavage pushed up by my bra to be sexy, and almost (but not quite) slutty. It also reached down just above my knees to show off my legs (which i had to say were looking good from the jogging i’ve been doing).

My high heels were on the floor, and stepping into them i fastened them around my ankles. Nice leather Italian shoes that gave me a few more inches on my height. Miss Wendy also liked me wearing them as they showed off my calves as they made me stand up straighter. She has teased me with the idea of getting me a pair of ballet boots, but i don’t know how i’d feel being forced to walk on my toes all the time (as if i had a choice in the matter.)

i slipped back into the bathroom to Her makeup table and applied some basic foundation, blush, and a bit of lipstick. Dark eyeliner and eye shadow followed (Miss Wendy’s particular fancy). i knew i shouldn’t take too long, but i made sure to do a good job to enhance my normal looks so my Mistress would be proud to be seen with me.

Feeling like a new woman, and glad to be back in some clothes for the first time in 24 hours, i found myself retracing my steps back to the basement. i heard a moan and as i climbed down the staircase i beheld my Mistress sitting on Jeremy’s face. Her dress was pushed up around Her hips and i could see She had removed his gag but not his ties. His penis was now back to being fully extended and throbbing as he was shifting around trying to make Her feel good. She looked up and saw me return. Smiling She dropped his head which just moments ago was held in both Her hands and Jeremy gasped taking in a much-needed deep breath.

“Ah, my pet returns, and looking so very sexy.” She smiled. “Jeremy was giving me an early appetizer, weren’t you dildo-whore? It was making my cunt feel really nice but we can’t play forever, can we? I’ll release you and you will make quick time in getting cleaned up just like my pet did, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She proceeded to climb off his face and straightened Her dress before releasing Jeremy from the bed frame. He stretched his limbs getting the kinks out that only being tied for several hours can produce and received a swat on his firm ass, “Hurry up there or you’ll spend my birthday dinner hanging from my dungeon ceiling awaiting our return.”

Looking chagrined, Jeremy hustled up the stairs and while i was looking at his naked butt climbing the stairs i was wondering if i was about to take his place eating out Miss Wendy. She left me waiting in suspense as She adjusted Her clothing and hair, then put the ties away straightening up Her dungeon a bit. i suppose being ignored like that was designed to show me that i was always to wait on Her, not being worthy of Her attention. Blushing, i realized that was one of the things i was learning being Her sub, that i didn’t need to have my way all the time, that i could sometimes just exist. In this, i was finding peace i hadn’t known before.

“There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter by the prolonging of desire.”

“What, Mistress?” i asked, confused.

“I think we should go upstairs and open up a bottle of wine and see how long it takes my Dildo-Whore to get ready, shall we?”

Smiling, “As you wish.”

We ascended Her wooden stairway and closing Her dungeon behind us i figured that was not going to be the last time i was down there this weekend. Miss Wendy grabbed a bottle of white from Her wine fridge and bid me sit down in Her living room where we opened it and poured out two generous glasses. I gingerly sat down (my rear still a bit sore from the multiple times She had fucked my tiny back door) in one of Her overstuffed chairs and admired Her decor.

My attention turned to Her, “Thank you, Mistress, for the wine.”

“My pleasure, Janette. I have much more in store for my subs for my birthday weekend, but a little relaxation is a good thing. As I just said, no fulfillment is not made sweeter by the prolonging of desire.”

We sat and held idle conversation as we sipped our wine. It was quite serene and as the early evening noises flittered in through the open window i began to relax and unwind and get into the elegant mood Miss Wendy had set. Two sexy well-dressed ladies enjoying çanakkale escort each other’s company over some fine wine was a great attitude adjuster. As we were finishing up our second glasses, footsteps came from Her stairs and i turned in my seat to see Jeremy enter the room. He had cleaned himself up and was now wearing a dark suit and tie and nice leather shoes. i realized i had seen him in nothing but his birthday suit since Friday night (and most times tied up), and have to admit that he sure scrubbed up nicely.

Miss Wendy stood up and went over to him, “My, my, dildo-whore. You look good enough to eat.” She messed with his tie, straightening it and pushing the knot tighter, “Now you both still have collars to show your subservience to me, but ones that are more culturally appropriate – a tie for Jeremy and choker for Janette. If it were up to me I’d have you just wear your slave collars out, but as Jeremy can tell you it creates lots of unneeded questions.”

She bid me to stand and led us out to Her garage where She directed Jeremy to drive Her Audi while She climbed into the back seat with me. It felt so special to be in Her backseat with Her having Jeremy chauffeur us out to a fancy dinner, and had to appreciate the way Miss Wendy alternated between treating me like a lady, and a sex-toy to keep me always off guard and under Her control.

We pulled out of Her garage and Jeremy drove us out Her housing complex to the highway. As we merged onto the interstate, i felt my Mistress’s hand on my knee. Looking over Her grin glowed in the lights of the oncoming traffic as She parted my legs and moved Her long fingers up my thigh to tickle my VJJ.

“Mistress, please,” I begged. “You’ll make me all hot and wet before your dinner.”

“That was my intention, Pet. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? It shows how little self-control you have, and how little power. Keep those hands flat as I treat your sensitive clit as my personal toy.”

My breath started to get heavy as i felt Her fingers playing with my little clitty and my juices began to flow. After several minutes sitting there being played with I heard Her command “Eyes, front, Jeremy! Your job is to be my chauffeur, not to ogle us. Janette’s job is to be my toy keeping me entertained while you drive us and boy is she getting wet.” She pulled Her hand from between my thighs and brought Her musky fingers up to my face. Shoving them into my mouth She asked, “Isn’t that right, Pet? You’re my little whore.”

I could taste my fluid on Her fingers and grunted in the affirmative. Leaning over to kiss me on the cheek She continued, “We’re almost there, so I’ll be a considerate Domme and let you compose yourself.”

I looked outside to see that Jeremy was pulling into a local fine restaurant and was pleased to be having dinner here. Miss Wendy must have pulled some strings or made reservations quite a while ago as i knew how hard it was to get seats here. After parking Jeremy got out and held the door for us offering his hand to help us ladies out. I could see why She kept him around – he was the combination of being both good-looking, and a gentleman.

We were sat at once to my surprise and perused the menu. I decided on the halibut, Jeremy ordered a fillet and Miss Wendy chose truffles. She also ordered raw oysters as an appetizer for all of us. Cocktails were ordered to start us off, of course.

When our drinks arrived, Jeremy took up his old-fashioned and raised it saying, “Here’s to the sexiest Domme and sub a man could be lucky enough to dine with. Here’s to you ladies and especially to my Mistress on Her birthday.”

We toasted and I took a long sip of my dirty martini. Not having much to eat today of any substance, I could feel it go right to my head. As we awaited our appetizers we chatted over inconsequentials and i was able to get a better appreciation for why Miss Wendy has been Jeremy’s Domme for so long. He was delightful company, witty and urbane, and very accomplished. The power She felt when She dominated such a strong man must have set off Her Dark Goddess. It made me a bit insecure wondering why She had taken my training on as well.

The oysters arrived and they ate them with gusto. i could see Jeremy was ravenous as well. i never really partook of them previously, feeling that they were like eating raw snot; but they were Mistress’ favorite so i felt it would be rude not to have one or two. Were oysters really aphrodisiacs or was it all a placebo? The way we had already rutted like teenagers last night and today i don’t think we needed any more help. It’s possible that Jeremy and i would end up dead from exhaustion before She was done with us.

After the waiter took away the empty plate and we settled in to await the main course, i saw my Mistress get that devilish grin i have come to know and dread. She reached into Her clutch and pulled out two boxes, one in blue and one wrapped in pink. Setting them in front of us bodrum escort saying, “I know it’s my birthday weekend, my subs, but I felt it appropriate to get you two a little gift of my own. Now take these into the bathroom and open them up, you’ll know what to do.”

With a “Yes, Mistress” Jeremy rose and held my chair for me to do the same. Picking up the wrapped package with some trepidation i made my way to the ladies’ room and after locking a stall door quickly undid the wrapping paper. In the box, i found a sizeable plastic egg with a flexible “tail” on one side and a small note simply saying, “put this inside you, my pet”.

Feeling a bit naughty, i spread my legs and pushed the egg against my lips. i was still a bit wet, so i just had to open my flesh with my fingers while pushing on the egg, and quickly i was able to work it inside of my VJJ. It slipped inside with the “tail” just extending outside. i finished up in the bathroom and exited making my way back to our table feeling slightly filled. A tingle went through me as i walked by diners who had no idea what was going on which made me feel giddy.

Sitting down at our table i could see Miss Wendy’s grin lighting up Her face, that same wide grin that only occurs when i am about to be in trouble. She had set out two boxes in front of Her and was pointedly not making any mention of them. Very soon after, Jeremy returned looking nonplussed. Once we were all sitting, She rested Her hands on top of the two boxes saying, “Now my wonderful subs, you each have an egg inside of you. You’re lucky Janette as Jeremy had to put his up his ass. For the rest of the evening, if I ever get the urge, and I expect to very often, I can do this.”

She pressed one of the buttons and i immediately felt the egg that was buried deep inside my innermost recess begin to vibrate. I let out a small squeak which caused Miss Wendy to chuckle, “and that is how I plan to make tonight’s dinner even more fun, subs. I will get to play with you in full view of all these diners to my heart’s content without them being the wiser.”

i sat there trying not to wiggle about too much as the waiter had just returned with our entre. It wasn’t easy to appear to have some decorum while my VJJ was being buzzed by an unseen egg that i was afraid everyone could hear buzzing away inside me. Miss Wendy smiled and with a flourish turned off the egg. Sighing with relief from the buzzing inside, i began on my main course with an appetite that comes when i’ve found myself completely sexually used.

We resumed our delightful conversation as i learned more about Jeremy. Miss Wendy put the two remotes in Her lap out of our view, but every few minutes She would discretely turn one or both of them on to enjoy our predicament as we jumped and wiggled in our seats. i lost count of the times i was buzzed, but i was sure by now my panties were a soaked mess from all the vibrations that were going on inside me. i was certainly happy that it was in my VJJ unlike Jeremy who supposedly had his firmly up his rear end, and i wondered with a giggle if that was what gave him such good posture.

When our meal was finished Miss Wendy leaned over, chin rested on the palms of Her hands, and said with a wink, “I think we should skip dessert Here as I have something special in mind for our pleasure.”

Jeremy paid for our dinner to which i thanked him, not expecting him to, but he insisted. We went back to Miss Wendy’s car and like last time Miss Wendy slid into the back seat and put Her arm around me. “Now let’s get this party started, my subs. You know where to go, Jeremy, and keep your eyes on the road,” She admonished him and i felt the egg come to life inside me. A moan escaped my lips and Miss Wendy leaned down to kiss them hard.

i lost all track of time as we continued to kiss and i felt like a teenager necking in the backseat. Well, i had never made out with a girl in high school, and i never had a remote-controlled vibrator in my VJJ when i was a teenager. Miss Wendy parted Her dress, pulled out Her left breast, and pulled my face into Her chest. Lost in Her scent, i began to suckle on Her nipple grateful for the opportunity to show my devotion to Her pleasure. i love the way Her nipples would get all pointed and hard when i was allowed to suckle on them just as they did tonight – evidence that i was making my Mistress feel good.

i felt the car pull off the highway and come to a stop. Pulling my head up for one last embrace, Miss Wendy stated, “We are Here my subs. Let’s kick our libidos into overdrive shall we?”

I straightened up and saw we had arrived at a high-end strip club near Hartford. Jeremy came around and opened the door offering his hand to assist us out the gentleman as always. With a skip in Her step, our Mistress linked Her arms through ours and led us toward the club. Nervously i leaned in towards Her, “Mistress, i’ve never been in a strip club before.”

“Oh, that makes tonight even more special Pet. Worry not, Dildo-Whore and I are old pros. It’s fun to watch beautiful women dance for you and rub themselves over you during a lap dance. The one rule they have is you can’t touch the dancers – well, they do tend to bend that rule for the female customers it seems.”

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