The Sexy Housesitter

The ceiling fan spun in slow, lazy circles, mirroring the way I felt. My mom had been telling me I needed to get a job and get out of the house for the past three weeks. Maybe she was right; it was after 11 am and I was still lying in bed.

I explained that my freshman year of college was hard and I needed some time to recharge. My mother argued that lying around the house for the first week should have been plenty of time to "recharge"; now I needed to get a job. I couldn't stay in bed all summer.

I didn't want to tell my mother that I was depressed. She didn't know that Mike, my high school boyfriend, had broken up with me. The long-distance relationship was hard; I was at school meeting new people, and he had stayed home to work at his father's store. We had been trying to make it work all year, but the relationship was strained.

I had a high sex drive. I thought that I would be okay with seeing him occasionally and using my dildos to satisfy my urges in between. Unfortunately, that didn't last. After being good for most of the school year, one drunken night ended with me getting double-teamed by two football players. Definitely a wild night that I enjoyed and hoped to relive.

That opened the floodgates, and I started banging one of them regularly, along with occasional sex with other people, both men and women. I didn't put much effort into communicating with Mike anymore. I think my boyfriend suspected something. He showed up at my dorm, surprising me, as I was lying in bed naked and the guy I had just finished fucking was walking out as he pulled his shirt on.

That was the end of our relationship. I wasn't too upset, but he was devastated. After I got home, I had gone to his family's store where I worked before college. I hoped he hadn't told them and I could apologize to him and maybe work there for the summer. I walked in and his mother called me a whore and threw me out. I guess I deserved that, but I still didn't want my mom to know.

My phone, lying on the mattress next to me, started vibrating. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was my mom. I took a deep breath, then answered, "Hi, Mom."

"Jessica, are you still in bed?" she asked.

"No, Mom, I'm up," I lied.

"I know you are still in bed. But anyway, I found you a job. One of the neighbors came into the bank. We were chatting and she told me that she had to find someone to house-sit and take care of her dog while she was on vacation. You can lie around her house doing nothing and get paid for it."

"For how long?" I asked. "And how much do I get paid?"

"I think she said a week. But she didn't say how much money. What she did say was she was offering more money than she would usually pay because it is so last minute. Are you interested?"

"Yeah, Mom. It sounds good," I said, thinking this would get my mom off my back for a week.

"Okay," she said. "I will text you her number. Call her right away. Her name is Angelina."

My mom texted me the number and I called right away. It rang a bunch of times before she answered, sounding out of breath. "Helloooo," she moaned out, then I heard her breathing fast.

"Hi, my name is Jessica. You talked to my mom about me house-sitting for you," I said, trying to sound happy and upbeat.

"Oh yes," she said between deep breaths and moans. "I'm a little tied up right now. Can I text you my address and you come by in an hour?" Then I heard a man's voice in the background say, "Better make it two, slut." "Two hours, okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. See you then," I said, but she had already hung up. She sounded like she was busy in the bedroom--my kinda woman.

I got out of bed and took a shower, then got some food. It was almost two hours later when she texted me the address. I called for an Uber. When it showed up, it was a quick ride to a big house in the rich area of town. It was a huge house, more like a mansion, with a three-car garage.

I rang the bell and Angelina answered. "Hello, please come in. Thank you for doing this. I'm sorry about that business on the phone. My man is just so insatiable. It seems like he is always in the mood. Not that I'm complaining," she laughed. "I just put the dog out back. You can meet her in a minute. So we are leaving Friday afternoon, that's tomorrow, right?" I shook my head yes.

"Okay," she said, talking so fast, "so we are leaving tomorrow afternoon and we will be gone till next Friday. So one week. I will pay you two hundred dollars a day. The fridge and the pantry are stocked. Eat whatever you want. I can leave some money for delivery if you want pizza too. Just walk and play with my baby a bunch and bring in the Amazon deliveries I get. Sounds good?"

"It sounds great. Can I meet the dog now?" I asked.

"Yes, let's go outside," she said. I followed her through the big kitchen and out the French doors to a huge patio. I was looking at the big pool and jacuzzi, thinking this was too good to be true.

She saw me staring and said, "Oh, I forgot. Bring your swimsuit, use the pool if you wish, but it may be a little cool. The jacuzzi, however, is about 85 degrees. But please, no guests. Okay?"

"Absolutely," I said, smiling.

She whistled and a little fluffy white dog came running. The dog jumped into her arms as she squatted down. She turned to me, holding the squirming little furball. "This is my baby. Her name is Trixie." I petted the dog and she was trying to jump into my arms. "She likes you," Angelina said with a smile. "If you are interested, the job is yours."

"Yes," I said. "It all sounds great."

She put the dog down and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, our boobs squeezing together as she gave me a big bear hug. "Excellent. I'm so relieved. Come by about noon tomorrow." She showed me to the door. As I was walking out, she pressed some cash into my hand. "For your ride. I noticed you didn't drive," she explained. I thanked her and she said, "See you tomorrow at noon." I was happy I got the job.

I texted my mom and told her the good news. I went home and packed, making sure I took my bikini as well as my vibrator and a couple of my favorite dildos. I was planning on fucking myself in that jacuzzi.

The next day, I arrived at Angelina's house at noon. As she opened the door, Trixie rushed out the crack and jumped on me. Angelina said that made her happy because Trixie didn't act that friendly toward most people. She was rushing again, just like yesterday. She must really need a vacation. She showed me to the guest room. "I hope this is okay," she said as she showed me a big room with a queen-size bed and a connected bathroom with a big tub and a shower.

"It's perfect," I assured her. It was much bigger than my bedroom at home, and I had to share the bathroom with my mom. She showed me the kitchen and where the dog food and wee-wee pads were kept in the pantry. She gave me the code for the lock on the side door. I was in awe. The whole house was just so fancy. She was asking if I had any questions. "Where are you going on vacation?" I asked.

"Puerto Rico," she said with a smile. She looked at her watch. "I have to finish packing. Come see my new bikinis."

I followed her up to the master bedroom. She pointed toward a plush couch. "Sit down. I will model my swimsuits. Tell me what you think." She rushed into the closet and came out a couple of minutes later wearing a sexy little two-piece bikini. The two small triangles of shiny black fabric stretched over her big, firm C-cup tits. She had a flat stomach and a piercing in her belly button. She was built like me, but she was nearly twice my age. She did a slow turn, and the string in the back of the bikini bottom was buried between her thick, firm cheeks. She had shapely tan legs that shined in the sunlight coming in the windows. "What do you think?" she asked.

"You look amazing," I said. "That suit is a winner."

"Wait till you see the other one," she said with a wink, as she headed back into the closet, her ass shaking as she walked away.

She came out a minute later in another tiny bikini, this one in a shiny material that seemed to change colors in the light. It barely covered her areolas or her thick pussy.

I was getting hot watching her strut around, especially when she dropped the thin wrap she had on. She bent over to pick it up, giving me a good look at her asshole, only barely covered by the string of her thong. She smiled back at me, then walked into the closet. "Come help me pick out shoes," she called out.

I walked in and she was taking her top off. I got a good view of her pierced nipples. She looked at me with a smile as she slid her shirt over her head. "Nice piercings," I said with a smile.

"Thanks, Jessica," she said as she smiled back. "Do you have any piercings?"

I gave her a coy smile. "Maybe... wanna check?"

She took me by the hand and pulled me close. She placed her hands on my boobs, giving my nipples a squeeze. "No piercings there," she said before squatting down in front of me. She lifted the front of my shirt up. "Oooohhhh, a navel piercing. Very nice. Any more?" she asked, looking up at me.

I slowly shook my head yes. She opened my shorts and pulled them down, along with my panties. "A clit hood piercing! That's so hot. My husband wants me to get one, but I'm scared. It looks so fucking hot, though." She was leaning her head down, her tongue about to touch me, when I heard the bedroom door open. I jumped back and quickly pulled my shorts up. She looked up at me, a smile on her face. "We are gonna pick this up when I get back next week," she whispered as she stood up.

A much younger man with thick black hair and dark tan skin stepped into the doorway. He said, "The car service will be here in thirty minutes. Are you almost ready?" with a sexy Spanish accent.

"Yes, I'm almost done packing," she said. "Diego, this is Jessica. She is going to house-sit and take care of Trixie for me."

He reached out and took my hand in both of his. "It is so nice to meet you, Jessica. Please help my lovely lady get packed quickly so we don't miss our flight."

"Okay, Diego. I can do that," I said as I started picking shoes that went with the bikinis.

Diego kissed her on the cheek, then he said, "Gracias, bonita," to me and walked out.

As we finished getting her clothes stuffed into her suitcases, she said, "I like your style. If you get bored, feel free to try on some of my clothes, since we're the same size." She pulled me close, wrapping her arm around my waist. "The lingerie is in the cabinet in the back of the closet. Maybe text me some pictures; give me something to look forward to when I get home." She kissed me on the cheek, then we carried her suitcases downstairs.

In ten minutes, they were gone, leaving me and Trixie alone. I found some cookies and ice cream for me and treats for the dog. I took all of our snacks to the couch, snacking and watching the big-screen TV.

I really was lucky stumbling into this job. My mom hooked me up with this one. Two hundred dollars a day to watch a dog, swim in a pool, lounge in front of a big-screen TV, and play dress-up and take a few pictures for an attractive older woman who nearly licked my pussy already.

As the sun began to set, casting shadows across the polished wood floors, I thought of the master closet and the lingerie that Angelina had offered--no, more like dared--me to try on. I just had to send her some photos. I was enjoying this job so much.

I petted Trixie and gave her a couple more treats before strolling up the curved staircase to the master bedroom.

I let myself imagine that this was all mine as I walked into the master bedroom, then into her expansive closet as I opened the cabinet and looked at her lingerie collection.

There were sexy lace teddies in different colors, a couple of sheer, see-through gowns, a fishnet body stocking, a leather corset and matching garter belt, and a strappy leather harness that looked kinky as fuck. There were some other garment bags in there too, but those could wait.

I pulled out an emerald green teddy. I tore my clothes off quickly and then slipped it on. It was lacy with open cups that framed my big tits. The high-cut leg holes accentuated the curve of my hips and showed off my ass cheeks.

I was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, checking myself out. I felt a surge of confidence. The lighting in here was perfect, making my piercings shine through the thin material. I grabbed my phone and posed standing with my legs spread open, my hips pressed forward and my hand behind my head. I snapped the picture. I took another one kneeling with my ass to the mirror, my knees spread wide, and I looked back over my shoulder as I snapped another photo.

I pulled up the texts from Angelina and added the photos. I typed out a quick text: "Hope the flight went well. I couldn't resist the emerald green. Hope you like the pictures. -Jess" I quickly hit send before I could second-guess my actions. I tossed my phone on the ottoman. I was wandering around testing Angelina's perfumes and trying on her high heels when my phone vibrated with a notification.

I picked it up and found a message from Angelina. It read: "Holy shit, Jessica! We just landed and that was a great surprise when I checked my phone. You look incredible. Keep playing dress-up, sweetie. See what else in that cabinet excites you. Maybe you will pick my favorite."

I looked at the leather harness hanging in the cabinet. It was aggressive, dark, and kinky. I figured that would definitely give her something to get excited about.

I spent twenty minutes figuring out how the harness made of black leather straps and shiny polished buckles worked, and how to buckle myself into it. The straps crisscrossed my chest, framing my big tits. The straps crossed my stomach and wrapped around my upper thighs, framing my pussy perfectly.

I put on a pair of tight black leather boots that came up to my knees with stiletto heels.

I was getting wet looking at myself in the mirror. I looked like a completely different person. I did not look like the depressed college student hiding from my mom and all my other problems; I saw a sexy, powerful dominatrix. I sat at the vanity and put on some dark makeup. Some smoky eye shadow, a little eyeliner, and a layer of deep, dark red lipstick finished the look.

I posed in front of the dark wood of the closet doors after setting up my phone on the ottoman. I used the phone's stylus, hidden in my hand, to take the pictures. I spread my legs wide apart and crossed my arms behind my back, pushing my chest out. I smiled a naughty smile and took a few pictures. I turned around, showing my ass, and looked back over my shoulder. Another couple of photos like that.

I checked the photos on the phone, quickly adding a couple to the text chain with Angelina, and then I hit send. I put the phone down and went back to the cabinet, planning my next photoshoot.

My phone started ringing. I picked it up and saw that it was a FaceTime call from Angelina. I tapped the green icon while my heart pounded in my chest, immediately afraid that I had gone too far.

The video flickered to life, showing Angelina and Diego sitting in the back of a car. Angelina's eyes were wide with excitement while Diego leaned over her shoulder, a big smile on his face. "Jessica, you look so beautiful," Angelina said with a big smile. "That harness looks amazing on you, maybe even better than it does on me."

"I highly doubt that," I said, smiling back.

"You look like a very naughty dominatrix," Diego said with a big smile. "Maybe when we get home, both you and Angelina can discipline me."

Angelina giggled and adjusted the camera, giving me a view of her plunging neckline and her sexy black dress. "We are going to dinner now, but I want you to enjoy yourself too. Go down to the bar in the basement. There's a bottle of expensive tequila with your name on it. Take a shot or two, then go get in the jacuzzi. Send me some photos of you all wet."

"I think I can handle that," I whispered. Trixie barked and I turned the phone toward the bed so Angelina could see her baby. When I turned the phone's camera back to myself, I slowly panned down my body, pausing at my tits, then again at my pussy. I panned back up to my face. I giggled when I saw the shocked look on their faces, then I ended the call.

I smiled when I thought about them in a fancy restaurant in another country, looking at my pictures and talking about me. I went to look for that bar, stopping in my room on the way. I needed my dildo for what I had planned next.

After a little searching, I found the door that led to the basement stairs. I flipped the light on and headed down, my high heels clicking on every polished wood step. I found the switches that lit up the dark space. There was a huge TV and a couple of big leather couches on one side of the room. In the middle was a pool table. On the other side was the bar.

The basement felt like a private club. The bar was dark polished wood with six barstools sitting in front of it. The lit up glass shelves behind the bar were stocked with bottles of liquor. I walked behind the bar and found a fancy crystal bottle of tequila. This had to be the one Angelina was talking about.

I poured a generous shot into a fancy glass and swallowed it in one big gulp. I felt the warm feeling spread through my chest. I quickly poured another and swallowed it down just as fast. I walked around the bar and climbed up on a barstool. I sat on the polished wood of the bar top. I leaned my phone against the bottle, pointing it at me, and I hit record. I leaned my shoulders against the wall at the end of the bar and spread my legs wide open, making my porn debut.

After stroking my pussy for a couple of minutes, I grabbed my thick dildo and worked it into my wet pussy. I was moaning as it slid into me. When I buried it all the way inside myself, I slowly pulled it out, then pushed it back in a little faster. In a couple of minutes, I was slamming the thick dildo into my wet pussy. After I came with a loud, moaning climax, I pulled the wet dildo out of my pussy. Then I licked my juices off the dildo before reaching over and stopping the recording.

I took a couple of one minute clips from the nearly ten minute long video and sent them to Angelina. A few minutes later, she sent me a photo. It looked like she stuck the phone under her dress and took a picture of two of her fingers buried in her pussy.

The tequila was giving me a warm, fuzzy buzz through my whole body. Even though I just came, I was still incredibly horny, way more than usual. Maybe it was the sexy harness and the high heel boots. Maybe it was because I was alone in this mansion being a sex puppet for the people who lived here, doing wild things for them while they were away.

My phone dinged with a text message from Angela. It said: "Diego is losing his mind. We decided to skip the club and go back to our hotel. You have us both worked up and needing release. If you are feeling up to it, go get in the jacuzzi. I would love to see you wet. Well, wetter than you already are."

I poured a few more shots of tequila into my glass and took it, along with my dildo, and headed upstairs. Trixie was waiting for me at the basement door. I grabbed her a treat, then we headed outside. The night air felt crisp and cool, but the steam rising off the water in the jacuzzi looked very inviting.

After taking another sip, I set my glass on the stone around the edge of the hot tub. I leaned my phone against the glass so the camera had a view of the bubbling water. I didn't take the harness off. I loved the way I looked in it, and I was betting it would look even better against my wet skin.

I took off the sexy high-heel boots and slipped my legs into the hot water. I gasped as the heat hit my skin. I slid in up to my stomach; the jet behind me was pulsing the water against my lower back, giving me an amazing massage. I sank into the water, nearly up to my chin, relaxing in the bubbling water.

After a little bit of relaxing, I took a selfie, just my head sticking out of the steaming water. My hair was damp and messy, but my makeup was perfect. I sent it to Angelina and a couple of minutes later, I got another FaceTime invitation.

I answered the video call. On the screen, Angelina was lying across the bed on her stomach; the open balcony doors of her fancy hotel room were behind her. Diego handed her a glass of wine, then sat beside her, part of his bare chest visible on the screen. "The water looks hot, just like you," he said quietly.

I sipped some more of the tequila, then leaned the phone back against the glass. I rose up out of the water. The blue lights under the water gave my wet body a shimmering blue glow. The straps of the harness looked shiny, and my piercings were glistening.

"You look like a goddess in that light," Angelina whispered. "The way the water glimmers off those straps... it's so very sexy, Jessica."

"I'm glad you are enjoying the show, because I am ready to go again," I said with a smile as I reached for the dildo. They watched intently as I fucked myself again, lying on the side of the jacuzzi, my feet kicking in the water.

When I was done, I saw them smiling and whispering to each other. "Lie back in the water and relax. Watch us for a bit," Angelina said with a wicked smile as she held the phone beside her face so I could watch as she sucked Diego's big, thick cock.

When he was getting close, she stopped. He looked upset that she didn't let him finish. "After you cum, you get lazy and fall asleep," she explained. "And now it's my turn, Diego."

"Eat her fucking pussy, Diego!" I loudly interrupted, clearly a little tipsy.

They both laughed, then Diego looked at the camera and said, "Yes, Mistress." Then he got down between her legs and started pushing his tongue between her thick, wet pussy lips.

I was watching them as I lay in their jacuzzi. After a moment, the camera moved up to Angelina's face. "I'm going to tell her, Diego." I heard him mumbling, then she said to him, "We watched her fuck herself twice. We are sharing this."

She looked at the camera and said, "I wouldn't normally say this to anyone, but big, strong, handsome Diego is my submissive little bitch. He called you Mistress because he wants you to dominate him. We both do. I regularly fuck him with my strap-on. When I get home, we are going to double-team him."

I stared at the phone with my mouth hanging open in shock. I never would have guessed. I sat up and grabbed the phone, almost dropping it in the water. "You want me to dominate him? Like fuck him with a strap-on?" My mind immediately thought of the harness--the one I was currently wearing. My first thought was that it looked like something a dominatrix would wear. It wasn't just a kinky outfit; it was her uniform.

"Oh, Jessica," Angela moaned, "you have no idea how much he has been talking about you. Your confidence and the way you carry yourself, not to mention you are hot as fuck. You already have him right in the palm of your hand. But I want to see you take his holes, both of them. Then, after we both fuck him till there is nothing left, I want you to take charge of me."

"Take you? But you're his Mistress." I was confused. "We could both dominate him together."

Angelina explained, "I dominate Diego, but I'm a switch. I am normally submissive. I am totally submissive to my husband. But I like both."

"Your husband?" I was confused. "I thought Diego was your husband."

Angelina laughed loudly, then she moaned as Diego continued to eat her pussy. "Diego is my boyfriend, my boy-toy. My husband and I are separated, headed for divorce."

On the screen, Angelina's head fell backward and her moans grew frantic as Diego's tongue pushed her over the edge. She shook as her orgasm overtook her, moaning and yelling his name.

I decided that I wanted to make both of them moan my name that way. I leaned back in the bubbling water. The tequila and the looks they were giving me made me feel like a powerful Mistress. As I stared into the camera, watching the horny couple on the screen, I watched their desperate faces and felt a cold thrill of authority.

"If I'm going to be the mistress," I said, my voice dropping into a low, commanding tone that surprised even me, "you're going to have to do exactly what I say. If you can't agree to that now, I will be leaving the moment you get home."

Diego's eyes went wide, and Angelina held her breath. I let a slow, cruel smile spread across my face. "No more orgasms for either of you until you get home. I will be teasing you both every night. You are going to watch me cum, but no release for either of you."

On the screen, Diego looked like a man who had just been told his air supply was being cut off, and Angelina's eyes were dark with a mixture of shock and arousal. "Yes, Mistress," Angelina breathed, her voice trembling. She looked at Diego, whose eyes were locked on the screen with a look of devotion. He nodded, a silent vow of submission to my new rules.

They had both agreed. For the next week, I owned their pleasure, their bodies, and their minds from thousands of miles away. I felt a wicked thrill as I realized the depressed girl who didn't want to get out of bed was gone, replaced by someone who held a newfound power over two other people.

I quickly said goodnight, leaving them to think about that cliffhanger. I climbed out of the water, steam coming off my body as well as the surface of the water. I put the phone down, leaning it up against the empty glass. I used the stylus to take some photos. The blue light was shining from under the rippling water, shimmering on my wet skin. I took the photos from below, so it looked like someone was on their knees looking up at me, worshipping me. I took some pictures stone-faced; others showed a wicked smile. In all of them, I looked fierce and powerful.

I walked into the house, carrying the boots, with Trixie following me. I stripped off the harness and crawled into bed. I was looking at the photos and I felt powerful. I felt like Mike was missing out. If he saw me like this, he would come crawling back to me. His loss! I sent Angelina one of the pictures before I fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of Trixie scratching on the bedroom door. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was just after 11 am. I got up and pulled my comfy robe on. I let the dog out in the backyard. I needed coffee, desperately. I saw the big fancy espresso machine on the kitchen counter. Good thing I spent a few months during my senior year of high school as a Starbucks barista.

I made myself a double espresso and took it outside. I sat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. I replayed the highlights of last night as I looked at all the photos and videos. The pictures I took standing in the jacuzzi looked amazing. I didn't remember taking them, but I kind of remembered lying in bed looking at them and texting them to Angelina. She hadn't responded yet. She must have gone to sleep when I ended the video call.

I looked at the list of recent texts and she wasn't at the top; Mike's name was. I think I fucked up. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what drunk Jessica did, at least not yet.

After I finished my espresso, I went inside and made another one. I fed Trixie and played with her for a bit. The caffeine from the double espresso finally kicked in, clearing the tequila fog just enough for my curiosity to take over. I opened the phone, concerned what I had texted Mike.

I opened the text chain and it was right there, timestamped 3:45 am. I sent him one of the photos of me standing in the jacuzzi, an evil smile on my face. I had texted him: "Look at what you threw away. I bet you are wishing you had another chance with me now."

Okay, that wasn't as bad as I feared. I'm sure everyone gets over being dumped and, after picking themselves back up, texts their ex a picture and a message about what they are missing out on. I just wish I had this mistress vibe going when we were together because I can't get the picture of Mike on his knees in front of me, licking my boots, out of my head.

I got into the shower, intent on making the most of this experience. Mike was the past, and Angelina and Diego were the future. After washing, exfoliating, shaving, and moisturizing, I was ready to get dressed in something sexy and continue tormenting them.

I went up to Angelina's closet; a wicked idea was forming in my head. I found a pair of thin black latex stockings. After all the moisturizing I had done, the tight latex slid up my legs effortlessly. I pulled the top of the stocking away from my leg, then I let it go. The material made a loud crack as it snapped against my thigh. The sound gave me goosebumps.

I found some latex panties on the shelf. It wasn't until I was slipping my legs into them that I noticed they were crotchless. Even better! I pulled them up, snapping the material against my waist. The sound gave me chills. I looked in the mirror at the hole in the crotch, framing my pussy like it was on display.

I picked up a latex top; the material was shaped like a bra. I was about to put it on when I saw there were cutouts for the wearer's nipples to stick through. Maybe if mine were pierced like Angelina's. It was something to consider. I found a latex tank top. I stretched the tight material over my tits, working it into place. The material only covered the top of my stomach, leaving the piercing in my belly button exposed.

I found some black Pleaser heels, the kind strippers wore. They had a thick platform and really long heels, probably like ten inches. I slipped them on, praying I didn't break an ankle as I tightened the straps. I stood up and walked over to the vanity with shaky steps. Then I sat down and applied my makeup. I did it like yesterday's, only with a dark plum color lipstick this time. I brushed my long, wavy blonde hair and I was ready.

I grabbed a long black leather trench coat that was hanging in the closet and walked down the stairs. I was going to multitask: take the dog for a walk and take some pictures and video to tease Angelina and Diego.

I clipped the leash onto Trixie's collar and we stepped outside into the bright sunlight. We walked down the sloped driveway toward the street; I was a little apprehensive, hoping I didn't fall because of the tall heels. When we got to the sidewalk, I held my phone up above me, capturing a selfie of me in the trench coat and Trixie sniffing the tree behind me. I sent it to Angelina, and we took a stroll while I waited for a response.

My phone vibrated in my hand a couple of minutes later when Angelina texted me back. I opened the phone and read her message: "Good morning, beautiful! Thank you for taking care of my baby. I am curious what is under the trench coat. Are you going to show us or are we forced to imagine?"

I planned on revealing little flashes of what was hidden, making them wait as I slowly tormented them. This was going exactly as I planned. I took another photo; in this one, they could see the bottom of the trench coat and one of my latex-encased legs, from the calf down, and one of my sexy shoes.

I sent the photo and got a response almost immediately. It just said, "Oh fuck!" I guess they liked it.

I found a secluded spot near a tall hedge for the next shot. I looked around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching. I put the phone down, leaning it against the base of a tall tree. I got a low-angle shot; it made me look like a giant towering above the sidewalk, like the photos in the jacuzzi last night. I opened a couple of buttons on the bottom of the trench coat and pulled one side back. The photo showed my shoe, a latex-covered leg, and the side of my ass cheek. Above the black leather trench coat, my face was looking down at the camera, an evil smile on my lips.

"That one is going to drive them wild," I said out loud as Trixie watched me send the photo. "Mommy is going to lose her shit," I told the dog with a laugh. The idea came to me for the next photo as I looked down at the small, fluffy white dog.

I adjusted the phone, leaning it down a little more. Then I opened the trench coat and squatted down, exposing the crotchless panties and my pussy inside, between my legs that were spread open wide. They would be able to see everything in the photo if it wasn't for the little dog sitting between me and the camera. I had the dog move for the next shot, still unsure if I would let them see everything or torment them with what they were missing.

I picked up my phone and saw that Angelina had texted me during my little photoshoot. I opened it and read her message.

It said: "Diego is literally shaking, Jessica. He's been staring at that last photo for five minutes without blinking. You're a natural. Please tell me there's more."

I smirked, looking down at Trixie. "Oh, there's definitely more," I whispered. I didn't send the full reveal yet. Instead, I sent the photo where Trixie was perfectly blocking the view. I turned around and was walking back toward the house when my phone started ringing.

I expected to see Angelina's name on the screen, but it was my mother calling. "Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"Jessica, I was just talking to Mike. He said..."

I interrupted her, "You were talking to Mike? Where did you see him? What did he say?"

"He was here looking for you," she explained. " Why didn't you tell me you broke up? I think he wants to get back together with you. He misses you; he was near tears."

"Mom, I'm done with him. I was depressed, but not anymore. I moved on," I explained. "I don't want to see him ever again."

"Well, I kind of already told him where you were, honey," she said softly.

"How the fuck do you know where I am? I never told you the address, Mom."

"I didn't tell you everything, Jessica. I have been friends with Angelina and her husband, Jason, for years. I've been to their house many times. When I told you they were looking for a house-sitter, they weren't really. They were going to leave the dog in a kennel and go on vacation. I convinced them to let you stay there and house sit to get you out of your room and out of the funk you were in. I'm sorry I lied, honey."

I was looking down the block when I saw Mike's truck come around the corner. "Okay, Mom, we can talk later. I gotta go," I said, then hung up. His pickup rolled to a stop in front of Angelina's house and he hopped out.

"Jessica, we need to talk," he said loudly.

"I have nothing to say to you, Mike. Go home."

"I messed up. I couldn't deal with you seeing other people," he said, his voice quieter now. "I shouldn't have dumped you. But you sent me that picture last night and you looked so fucking hot. I've missed you."

"I'm still seeing other people, Mike. And I'm not going to stop. Are you going to share me, or are you going to be a jealous asshole? I'm not the same girl anymore."

"I can see that," he said as he looked at me. I looked down and saw that my trench coat was open, revealing everything. I was about to pull it closed, then I reconsidered. "Get on your knees, Michael!" I commanded him.

"What?" he asked.

I had pulled out my phone and was recording. "I am not going to keep repeating myself. Do as I say or get in the truck and leave."

He got down on his knees, looking at my exposed pussy. I waited until his eyes finally looked up at my face. I said, "I am not the same girl anymore. I've changed and I know who I am now. I'm the one in charge. Are you going to do what I say or are we done?"

"I will do what you say," he answered immediately.

"Kiss my feet," I commanded him. He paused for a moment, probably waiting for me to laugh. When he saw how serious my face looked, he bent over and pressed his lips to the top of each of my feet. Then he sat up and looked up at me, his face red with embarrassment. I stopped the recording and sent it to Angelina. "Stay there," I said as me and Trixie walked up the driveway.

By the time we got to the door, Angelina was calling. I answered and she was screeching. "You made him kiss your feet! That was so sexy! Is that the ex? You have to show him his place, Jessica. He belongs at your feet."

"I couldn't agree more, Angelina. But remember what you said to me? You said no guests."

"Forget what I said. Take him to the dungeon!" Angelina said loudly, clearly excited by this visitor.

"What dungeon?" I asked, looking back at Mike, still kneeling on the sidewalk.

"You have to agree to record everything--better yet, FaceTime with us, please," Angelina begged.

"Okay, I will," I promised. "Now tell me about this dungeon."

"Go into the basement, behind the bar. Right next to where you were leaning against the wall in the video, there's a hidden door in the wood paneling. The release switch is under the edge of the bar, a couple of inches from the wall. We were going to surprise you with it when we got home." She laughed. "I guess this is your warmup before we take Diego. FaceTime me when you get down there." Then she hung up.

"Michael, come here," I called out. He got to his feet and quickly walked over. "If this is going to work, I expect you to do whatever I ask. If you can't, then leave now, because I have other people that will do my bidding without question. Understand?"

He shook his head yes. That would work for now. Once he was restrained, I would have him calling me Mistress. I led him into the house and toward the basement door. I took Trixie's leash off and let her go. Then I wrapped her leash around his neck, clipping it back onto itself, then I led my bitch down into the basement. "Pull the door closed," I said quietly.

"Jessica, whose house is this?" he asked.

"People I'm house-sitting for while they are on vacation. They helped me realize my potential," I explained.

Following Angelina's directions, I went behind the bar and quickly found the switch. With a click, the panel popped open, revealing a small door that led into a dark room. I found the light switch beside the door and flipped it on, lighting the room with a few dim bulbs, giving the room a creepy dungeon vibe.

I dragged Michael inside and pushed the door shut. There was a big X made out of wood with attached restraints leaning against the wall. In the corner was a small prison cell with steel bars and a cot inside. There was a padded bench with restraints attached to it and there was a big bed in the corner. There were rings set into the stone walls and floor around the room and a few more in the ceiling. One wall was lined with metal cabinets; through the glass doors on some of them, I saw dildos and butt plugs.

I turned and looked at Michael with an evil smile on my face. He looked very scared, and that excited me even more. My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked at the message from Angelina: "Did you find it?"

I started the FaceTime call and set the phone on a small table just inside the door, where they could see the whole room. The couple popped up on the screen. Mike stared at them as they watched us, waiting for me to perform for them. I told Michael to strip down to his shorts. Surprisingly, he did as I instructed. "Go lean against the X thing," I ordered him.

"It's called a Saint Andrew's Cross, sweetie," Angelina said quietly.

"Michael, go stand in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross." He stepped up in front of it, trembling. "Arms up," I ordered him. He picked his arms up and I reached up, wrapping the leather straps around his wrists and securing the metal buckles. "Spread your legs wider," I directed him.

"Jess, maybe this is going too far..." he started saying, but he shut up when I yanked his underwear down and slapped his ass as hard as I could with my bare hand. He screamed, and I smiled as I watched the bright red handprint appear on his right cheek.

I looked at my hand and it was stinging and as red as his ass. I glanced at my phone and the couple on the screen were watching with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. I got right up behind him and whispered in his ear through clenched teeth, "I am your Mistress and that is what you call me when I give you permission to speak. Do you understand? Shake your head; I don't want to hear your voice." He quickly shook his head yes.

I looked at the phone. "Angelina, where are the gags?" I asked.

"Top cabinet, all the way to the left," she added quickly. "Mistress."

I looked at her with a smile. I looked back at Mike and he was trembling with tears streaming down his cheeks. I went to the cabinet and picked out a big ball gag. I stepped up behind him and said, "Open your mouth."

He looked at me with a sad look on his face. I guess he saw the anger in my eyes because he opened his mouth before I had to hit him again. I shoved the thick red ball gag into his mouth and buckled the strap behind his head.

I looked at my phone and saw that Angelina was motioning for me to come closer. "Take us out to the bar," she said quietly. I walked out, pulling the door closed behind me. I looked down at the phone. Angelina said, "You need a drink."

"No, no more tequila. It's because of me drinking that he is here now." I explained to them what happened the night before.

"Fine, no more tequila," Angelina agreed. "But tequila is for when you are partying anyway. And he is already there, so you aren't making that mistake again. You need some bourbon. That will help you relax."

"Fine, I guess you're right." I turned around and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel's.

Both Angelina and Diego yelled in unison, "No, not that one!"

"Which one then?" I asked.

"On the top shelf, the bottle of Michter's. Pour a double," Diego said softly.

"Gracias, Diego," I said with a smile as I grabbed the bottle. When I looked back at the phone, he was smiling at me. I took a sip, then a deep breath, then another sip. I felt my body starting to relax.

Angelina said, "We were going to surprise you with the first session in the dungeon when we got back, but this is like a practice session. You need to go upstairs and change out of those shoes before you twist your ankle while you're beating his ass. While you're up there, put on the outfit in the gray garment bag hanging in the back of the closet. It's gonna be hot as fuck."

My phone flashed the low battery warning on the screen. "Fuck! My phone battery is at 15 percent. I'm gonna charge it while I'm getting changed, then I will call you back."

"Okay, Jessica," Angelina said. "We'll be here waiting." They ended the call and I poured some more bourbon in my glass, took off the heels, and then headed upstairs.

I went into the guest room and plugged my phone into the charger and left it on the bed. Then I went up to the master bedroom. I had drunk a good portion of what was in the glass by the time I got to Angelina's closet. I peeled off all my clothes and stood there naked for a moment. The bourbon was making me feel hot.

I pulled out the garment bag and opened the zipper. I pulled out a shiny black latex catsuit. I was getting excited just thinking about wearing it.

I grabbed the bottle of dressing aid from the shelf in the cabinet. It was a silicone-based lubricant, and I coated my skin with it until I was slick. Then, I began stepping into the suit. I pulled the material up my legs and over my hips, the latex snapping and creaking as it conformed to every curve of my body. It felt like a second skin.

I slid my arms into the sleeves and struggled to pull the suit over my shoulders. The compression was intense when I finally pulled the zipper up the back, pushing my stomach in and squeezing my tits into the formed latex that fit them perfectly. Good thing Angelina and I were the same size.

I found a pair of shiny black boots with a modest 3-inch heel, but it was more chunky and stable. They would be better for beating Michael's ass. I slipped them on and stood in front of the mirror. I grabbed the elbow-length gloves out of the bag and started pulling them on. Once I pulled them up and smoothed them out, I got the hood out of the bag and pulled it on over my head.

In the bottom of the cabinet, I saw a big ball gag and a leather strap-on harness with a big, thick dildo. I took them out and put them on the bed. I grabbed the glass and downed the rest of the bourbon. I sat down on the bed, struggling to keep my eyes open. "I should go easy on the drinking" was the last thing I thought before I fell asleep.

The constricting pressure of the latex was the first thing I felt as my senses returned. My head throbbed with a massive headache--a parting gift from the bourbon. I tried to groan, but my mouth was full. My heart hammered against my ribs. The ball gag was buckled tight around my hooded head, forcing my jaw open. I tried to reach for it, but my wrists wouldn't move; they were pulled above my head. I was handcuffed to the headboard.

I heard someone moving around behind me. I rolled over onto my back and saw an attractive older guy with short gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was wearing a latex catsuit like mine, and he was just pulling the zipper up when I saw him. He was a big guy with lots of muscles bulging in the tight latex, especially between his legs.

"Hello, Angie dear," he said to me. Oh fuck, he thinks I'm Angelina. "I always loved you in latex. I've missed tying you up and fucking all your holes. And now you've given me one more night of doing just that. I was shocked when I found you passed out in that outfit, but I don't see your boyfriend here, so I'm just gonna let myself believe that you're dressed up for me."

He walked into the closet and came back with a riding crop. I wondered to myself where that was hidden.

"When I saw the truck in front of the driveway, I thought the house was being robbed. You're supposed to be on vacation with your boyfriend; that's what you texted me. I was going to clean out all my latex and my dungeon equipment while you were gone. I'll be damned if you are gonna use my stuff with your boyfriend. But since we're both here and he isn't, let's party like we used to."

I was trying to talk, to get him to remove the ball gag, but he was just ignoring me. I thought of Mike still tied up and gagged in the basement dungeon. I bet Angelina and Diego are blowing my phone up, wondering what they are missing.

As I lay there, handcuffed to the headboard of a woman who looked just like me in a latex catsuit, I realized that I wasn't the one in charge anymore. I was a stand-in for a woman who was currently thousands of miles away, and the man standing over me with a riding crop was the husband she was trying to divorce.

Jason, I think my mother said that was his name, approached the bed with a slow, predatory confidence. The way he moved in his own latex suit showed he was no stranger to this. He wasn't the submissive boy-toy that Diego was. This was the man who had taught Angelina everything she knew, the one who turned the basement into a dungeon.

"You're awfully quiet today, Angie," he whispered. "Usually you're begging for it by now. Or maybe you're just enjoying the anticipation?"

I tried to shake my head, my eyes wide behind the mask, but he just chuckled. To him, my struggles were part of the game. My heart hammered in my chest behind the latex. Part of me was terrified, but another part, the part that had enjoyed the double-team at college and the thrill of the Mistress role, felt a spike of adrenaline that was making me wet.

Jason moved at a slow, deliberate pace. He didn't rush; he was savoring the moment, clearly relishing the fact that he had 'Angie' right where he wanted her. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the seam of the opening in the crotch of my catsuit. I felt the cold air hit my skin as he pulled it open.

He grabbed my thighs, his grip firm and unyielding, and shoved my legs wide apart. I felt completely exposed, pinned to the mattress, my hips tilted up toward him. He leaned in, his bearded face hovering inches from my wet pussy. He was intent on tasting what he thought was his wife's twat, then he froze.

The tension in the room shifted instantly as I felt his fingers brush against the cold metal of my clit hood piercing. He didn't move for a long beat. I thought it was over because he now realized that I wasn't her. But I was hot and wet, so I was going to let him have his way with me anyway.

Then, he let out a low, guttural growl that made my blood run cold. "A piercing?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a new, dangerous edge. He sat back, still holding my legs open, staring at the glint of metal he hadn't seen before. "You wouldn't do this for me. I begged you for years to get this, Angie. You told me it was 'too much,' that you were 'too scared.'"

He looked up at my masked face, his eyes burning with a mix of betrayal and fury. "But you did it for him, didn't you? As soon as you moved that little prick into my house, you decided to give him something I never had."

I tried to shake my head, the ball gag making it impossible to scream that I wasn't who he thought I was. I yanked against the handcuffs, the metal biting into my wrists, but he wasn't listening. He didn't see a stranger; he saw a wife who had cheated him out of a fantasy he'd wanted for years.

"You're a spiteful bitch, Angie," he spat. He reached for the riding crop he had laid on the bed. Before I could even brace myself, I heard the sharp whish of the air being sliced.

The leather cracked loudly against my inner thigh, just inches away from the piercing. The pain felt like I was burning. I jumped; the ball gag muffled my screams so they sounded like loud moans. My eyes were watering, tears about to start running down the hood. He didn't stop with just one hit. He was in a blind, jealous rage now.

He rained the blows down on my thighs and hips. Each strike was a punishment for a betrayal that I hadn't committed. I was trapped in a nightmare of someone else's making, getting beaten for another woman's choices, while my ex-boyfriend was tied up in the basement and my employers were thousands of miles away, waiting for a show that wasn't happening.

My screams and sobs had become one long stream of noise, pouring out of my throat and muffled by the gag. Jason finally threw the riding crop aside. I looked at his face through my tears and he looked enraged, more than I had ever seen in any other person.

He reached down and pulled his thick, hard cock out of the opening in the crotch of his catsuit. He pushed my knees back, pressing them into my tits as he folded me in half. I felt my pussy fully exposed and open as I was about to be fucked by the thickest, longest cock I've ever had, aside from my dildos.

He shifted, now using just one hand and arm to hold my legs back as the other one reached up above his head. I saw it coming, but I was powerless to do anything but watch and anticipate the pain as his big hand came down with his full force and slapped my pussy.

The noise and the act were violent. A burning feeling spread out from my pussy as I came, squirting pussy juice on his chest. I moaned loudly as I looked at his face turn from the angry rage to a look of shock, then intense desire, as I beckoned him with my head to fuck me.

He pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy with one stroke. He bottomed out, grinding against me, making me feel the joy deep inside me but also the painful burning on the outside of my pussy as he rubbed against my sore red skin. He pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into me, his fat cock stretching me open wide to accommodate him.

I was moaning in pain and pleasure at once. He picked up the riding crop, holding it up in front of me, silently begging to beat me some more. My eyes said yes before I could shake my head, and the leather tip of it quickly hit the latex on my hip. The strike wasn't as severe as the earlier ones, but that area was already sore.

He pounded into me, striking me with every stroke so I felt the pleasure and pain at the same time. His thrusts came faster and harder as his climax and my own got close. I felt his hand close tightly around my throat as I came. He was restricting my breath as well as the moans of ecstasy. He shoved into me one final time, then I felt his cock throbbing as he came deep inside me. I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles, helping milk the cum out of him. He finally let go of my throat right before I passed out.

I heard ringing and he looked around, realizing it was his phone. He pulled out and rolled off me, digging in his clothes on the floor. He looked at the screen and then back at me with a confused look on his face. It was then that I knew it was Angelina calling him. He answered, putting the phone on speaker.

Angelina said loudly, "You fucking piece of shit rapist. Now you've gone too far. There's a fine line between domination and assaulting someone during rape. You should release my friend before we add kidnapping to the charges."

"Your friend?" he finally stammered, looking totally confused.

"Yes, asshole! The girl that you thought was me. The girl that you assaulted on video. The girl that you are going to release immediately!" she yelled at him.

He put the phone down on the mattress and reached for the handcuff key on the nightstand. He reached over me and released the handcuffs. He stepped back, watching as I sat up and unbuckled the ball gag. After I pulled it out of my mouth, I flexed my stiff jaw.

"Are you okay, babe?" Angelina asked through the phone.

"No, this fuck assaulted and raped me because he thought I was you."

"You liked it, bitch!" Jason yelled back at me.

"Is that what the video shows, Jason? No, it shows you handcuffing an intoxicated woman, then beating her and raping her. She couldn't say no because of the gag you put in her mouth. Now the question is, how does she want to make you pay?"

"I want to fuck his asshole with a strap-on until he cries like a bitch," I yelled loudly.

"Not happening, bitch!" he yelled back at me.

"Then you are going to pay her a fuck-ton of money or you are going to prison, asshole," Angelina threatened.

Jason looked defeated. "What's it gonna cost me?" he asked. Jason stood at the foot of the bed, the imposing figure in black latex now looking smaller. His shoulders slumped as Angelina threatened to take away his freedom. The outcome of his mistaken identity assault on me began to sink in.

"Well?" Jason asked again, his voice cracking. "How much to make this go away?"

I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my raw wrists where the handcuffs had dug in. My pussy was throbbing from a mix of the brutal slap and the friction of his size. My thighs were throbbing and sore; running my hands over the latex, I could feel the raised welts from the riding crop underneath. I looked at the phone on the mattress, then at Jason.

"A hundred thousand," I said, my voice cold and steady. "And you sign over the house to Angelina. No more divorce battle. You walk away, and she deletes the recording."

"A hundred thousand?! Are you insane?" Jason roared. "I don't have that kind of cash just lying..."

"You're a high-end contractor, Jason," Angelina interrupted from the phone, her voice loud and angry. "I know exactly what's in your offshore account, you prick! You pay Jessica for her pain and suffering and you give me the house, or I give the security footage to the police. You'll be wearing a different kind of jumpsuit for the next ten years. An orange one with a number across the chest."

Jason spent the next hour in a daze. He made a series of wire transfers from his laptop while I watched over his shoulder, still encased in the latex catsuit. Once the confirmation hit my bank account, confirming I had $100,000.00, I felt a strange sense of calm.

"Now," I said, "get out. If I ever see you near this property again, the deal is off."

He didn't argue. He grabbed his bag and fled the house like a man running from a ghost. I picked up my phone, where I had Angelina on FaceTime. "How did you know what was happening, Angelina?"

"I had been trying to call you for an hour. Diego was saying you probably forgot to plug in your phone and it died. But I felt like something was wrong. It took me a bit to access the security camera feed on my phone. I'm glad his ringer wasn't turned off. I'm just sorry I didn't act sooner." I looked at the screen, and tears were running down her face.

"I will be okay," I said quietly. "I guess I don't look like much of a Mistress to you and Diego anymore. I don't feel like one anymore either."

"Honey, this changes nothing. I know what kind of a monster Jason is, and you survived that. And as for Diego, he knows nothing about what happened. I sent him to the pool. He thinks you had a little too much to drink and fell asleep. I want you to put that hood on and go down to the basement. Show Michael and yourself that you are a force to be reckoned with. Be the best Mistress you can be. I want to see what you do to that boy." She smiled at me. "You won't feel the welts and bruises when you are dominating him. I promise."

"Okay, Angelina. But you should get Diego back up to your room. He is gonna want to see what he has coming when you two get home."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica," Angelina said with a smile.