That night my dreams were full of erotic images. Inga dressed in black leather. Me tied down. A redhead straddling me. A black man using me. Inga fucking me with a strap-on. Spanking me then pissing on me. A woman dressed all in black leather taking her place…

“My turn, you little slut,” the masked woman told me in my dream. I found myself licking her pussy while Inga took me from behind with a strap-on. Just as I was about to come, she took off the mask… it was my sister. Julie… That’s when I woke up. Wet and horny and alone. It was morning and Inga had left. Not sure where. There was a t-shirt lying on the bed next to me. More like a jersey. One of her Volleyball jerseys, I think. I put it on, took a few moments to empty my bladder, and went looking for her.

I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. Nothing fancy. Oatmeal with fruit. There was coffee too. It smelled enticing.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

I thought back to my dreams and nodded, blushing as I felt the beginning of a small trickle on the inside of my thigh. “Yes.”

“After breakfast, we’ll go for a walk in the park.”

“Okay,” was all I could manage as I sipped at my coffee.

*

I was wearing a borrowed plaid pleated skirt – Sarah’s, apparently - and one of the tops I’d recently purchased. Underneath I had on a pair of pretty lavender panties and a bra. I looked… cute. A little sexy, maybe. Pretty. At least according to Inga. Like before, Inga took both the lead and the leash. This time, however, there was no wandering off the beaten path and doing illicit things. In other words, she didn’t make me strip or get down on my knees or fuck me before turning around and returning to Liz’s house.

“Disappointed?” she asked, casually.

I didn’t pretend not to know what she meant.

“A little, Miss?” I replied cautiously.

She just shook her head and laughed. “Slut,” she teased and I felt myself blushing. We spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house up, wanting to leave it just like we’d found it. And then it was Sunday afternoon. Liz would be returning soon and I would be going back to my dorm room and trying to pretend that everything was back to... normal.

"Feel like going for a drive before I take you home?”

“I… sure,” I said wondering what she had planned.  

“You’re too cute,” she grinned. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back at her, a sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach.  

I had no idea where we were going. I was unfamiliar with this part of the city. It was a nice day. Brisk and cloudy, but dry. I had on a coat, but left it unbuttoned, liking the idea of showing off a little. Not just for her. For anyone who noticed. Inga looked nice too. A crisp blue blouse, black slacks, and a tweed coat.  She’d given me another dose of whatever it was she’s been giving me to ‘relax’, so I was pretty horny and unable to think about much of anything but getting off again. Worse, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what had happened. About being tied down and fucked by three people I didn’t know. Complete strangers. The memories were making me even hornier.

I think Inga knew. She kept glancing over at me with a knowing smile as I did my best to keep my hands folded demurely on my lap rather than pulling up my skirt and attacking my increasingly damp pussy.

“Such restraint,” she remarked at one point. I simply moaned softly and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on keeping my hands clasped.

“Where are we going?” I wondered out loud.

“For a drive. Remember?”

“Yeah, but where?”

“You’ll see,” she said enigmatically, putting on some music and leaving it at that, adding to my frustration.

Eventually, she pulled into a parking lot. There was nothing special about it.

“Get out. Leave your coat in the car,” she told me and I obeyed, curious. There was a sign above the door. Poupée Jouets - Appointments only.     

She rang the buzzer and was soon answered by a trim blonde man in jeans and a polo shirt. He looked deceptively normal. Intuition told me that he was anything but.

“Inga.”

His voice was pleasant. Friendly even.

“Brock.”

“And this is?”

“Amy.”

“She’s very pretty,” he told her, looking me over appraisingly. I felt myself blushing.

“Yes, she is. And very obedient,” she told him, making me blush even harder, wondering if, maybe, he knew…

“I want to spoil her a little.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect. Curious, I paused in the doorway and looked around. It looked a bit like a Salon. A lot like a salon, in fact.

“Janice will take care of her.”

Janice, it turned out, was a pretty Latino woman who took very good care of me. Not sexually, like I had half expected. Nothing at all salacious. A mani, a pedi, a facial… a full-on spa treatment. By the time she was done, I was relaxed and glowing. It was not something I was used to. It was something I could easily get used to, though. As for Inga, she just watched, keeping her thoughts to herself. By the time Janice was done I was a little drowsy.

Inga surprised me a little, planting a soft kiss on my forehead, followed by one on my nose and mouth.

“Feeling good?”

“Very,” I sighed, smiling up at her.

“Good. One more thing. I’m going to have Brock mark you for me, Amy.”

“Mark me?”

“Brock is a tattoo artist, baby girl. Stand.”

“Oh,” was all I could think of to say, unsure of exactly what that meant as I obeyed her and stood awkwardly before her. She chose not to enlighten me. Instead, she undressed me, pulling my skirt down my legs first then unbuttoning my top.

“Take it off, Amy.”

I took it off, leaving me in my sexy lavender bra and panties.

“You really are very pretty,” she mused, looking me over.

“Thank you, Miss,” I said, blushing, my words almost too quiet to hear.

She smiled, walking around me as I stood perfectly still for her, her fingernails trailing over exposed skin until she was behind me, undoing my bra so that I was topless. Then she tugged my panties down my legs so that I was completely naked, my pussy exposed. I felt incredibly vulnerable knowing that Brock or Janice could walk in at any moment and see me like this.

She kissed me softly. A long, lingering kiss. I felt her hand against my pussy, her fingers teasing the edges of my lips.

“You’re wet.”

“I can’t help it.”

“So shameless.”

Brock chose that moment to enter the room. I glanced over at him, startled. He was smiling as he let his gaze linger on me. On my face, my tits… on Inga’s hand between my legs.

“Lovely,” he remarked. And then, “Come with me.”

“Go on,” Inga told me, moving behind me once more, her hand between my shoulder blades to help me along. I followed him into the back room and got up on something that looked like a leather dentist’s chair. There was even a tray beside it and a light overhead.

“You have a gorgeous pussy,” he commented. And then, he went to work.  It hurt. A lot. Worse, I was kind of turned on by it. The pain, the humiliation, the knowledge that I was being marked as Inga’s…

When he was done, my skin was an angry red around the shape of a black padlock with her initials in the center done in crimson above my pussy. To either side were identical images, sans initials. Wordless he gave me a mirror to examine his work.

“Anyone seeing that will know what you are,” Inga told me. “And who you belong to.”

“What I am?” I asked, shivering.

“A submissive little slut,” she answered.

I closed my eyes, a little breathless at the thought. If I had known, would I have let her do this? Who was I kidding. I was so enthralled with Inga. The answer was obvious. Yes.

“Would you like to come?” Brock asked, running his fingers over my pussy. Surprised, I looked over at Inga.

“Yes, she would.”

“They usually do,” he chuckled pushing his fingers into me and holding them there.

“Go ahead,” he told me, smiling.

Unable to stop myself I slowly began rocking my hips, fucking his fingers while Inga ran her fingers through my hair encouragingly. I needed to come. I felt ashamed. Not that it stopped me as I began to moan.  It felt amazing…

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Inga whispered, her eyes bright and hungry. “Go ahead and come. For me.”

“Please, don’t make me,” I whimpered. She just laughed and shook her head. A few moments later I did exactly as she told me. I came all over Brock’s fingers, my orgasm intense as she kissed me hard, my moans lost in her mouth.

Afterward… after I had time to recover a little, she let me get dressed. Sort of. She held onto my bra and panties.

“Tell Brock ‘thank you’,” she told me.

“Thank you,” I said shyly, still tingling from the tattoo and the orgasm… and then we left.

“That should keep you in line,” she commented as I settled down in the seat and strapped on my seatbelt. “Anyone who sees your cunt will know just what you are now.”

I simply nodded, thinking the same thing. Unless I wanted to share my secret with anyone else my cunt now belonged exclusively to Inga.

The ride back was quiet. Inga had the music turned down low and I didn’t feel much like talking, too busy trying to process what had happened this weekend. I’d let Inga tie me up and fuck me. Then I’d been chained up and gangbanged. And now, I had a tattoo telling the world, or at least anyone who ever saw it, that Inga owned me. Not only that, but that I was a submissive little slut. I wasn’t sure how I’d allowed it to happen. Things had just spiraled out of control since meeting her.

“You look pensive,” She commented.

“Just thinking,” I said quietly.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Eventually.”

“Got it.”

When we got back to the house she had me change into my nightgown. The one with butterflies on it. That was it. No bra. No panties. Liz was expected home in the evening so we had about four hours or so to… do whatever, before cleaning up and packing. 

We had lunch and then we went out to the living room to relax…

“Done thinking?” she asked, reclining on one end of the couch, dressed in shorts and a snug t-shirt that showed off her breasts nicely.

“Not sure,” I shrugged.

“Want a cuddle?”

Shyly, I nodded. She opened her arms and I crawled into them, snuggling up against her, feeling her wrap her arms around me.  It felt nice. Comforting. She kissed me softly and I melted into her, enjoying her touch as she explored my body through my thin nightgown. She took her time, touching my breasts, teasing my nipples, occasionally brushing my inner thighs with her fingertips but never quite touching my pussy. It was so sensual. So erotic. She stroked my hair tenderly as I lay in her arms.

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty little thing,” she murmured as she held me. After a while, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep for a little bit. When I woke up again I was still in her arms.

“Awake, baby girl?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I think I just needed to… rest.”

“It’s been a lot, this weekend, hasn’t it.”

“Yeah. A lot of… fucking.” I giggled shyly and kissed her.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She paused then and looked into my eyes. Deep into my eyes. 

“I’m feeling horny. Why don’t you be a good girl and eat my pussy, Amy.”

I didn’t say a word. I simply smiled and wiggled down until I lay on the couch, my head between her thighs while she removed her shorts and panties. I kissed her there. Several times. She let out a shudder and sighed, spreading her legs for me. I licked her, enjoying the taste of her warm juices. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I reminded myself that she hadn’t given me permission. No touching. It didn’t matter. I was still wet and turned on and pleasuring her felt good.

I began licking her clit gently. Slowly. She moaned a little and lifted her hips. Soon I had my tongue in her pussy, alternating between licking and sucking until she let out a soft cry and climaxed.

Afterwards, we just cuddled some more. Embarrassingly, thoughts of Julie were never far from my mind, but this was nice, and Liz would be back soon. To be honest, I was a little nervous about that. I’d be meeting her for the first time and I was fairly certain she’d know what had happened while she was away… I didn’t let it bother me too much, though. After all, she and her ‘pet’ Sarah were no different.