Over the next two days, the new staff took control of Britney’s home. Security men hustled in and out for the first two days installing cameras in every room in the house and setting up a central control station in one of the empty bedrooms. Britney scampered naked from room to room trying to dodge them and for the most part succeeded. When the workers were finished, she watched the guy in charge speak to Gwen and point at a button on a device. As he left the house, Gwen pushed the button and the tape of her and Lindsay popped on every TV set in the house simultaneously. Over and over it looped.
Britney wanted to burst into tears. Her life as she knew it was over. The past few days had been a living Hell. Everyday was the same; she was getting so tired and hungry. She didn’t eat the first two days, but today was different. Her stomach was growling and she was feeling weak. Thinking of eating anything from the cooks’ vagina was so humiliating. She sobbed uncontrollably as she imagined what it’d be like.
She replayed the last two days in her mind once again. Each morning she was rudely awoken by Gwen with a hard slap to her bare ass. Then Britney was hustled into the shower where, under the watchful eye of her personal assistant, she showered and shaved her entire body below the neck. Then she’d step out and be forced to “assume the position”, which meant she had to stand spread eagled with her arms held at shoulder height out to the side. Then the personal assistant would towel dry her as Britney recited her affirmations about Paris five times in a row.
“I love Paris. Paris is a Goddess. Paris is MY Goddess. Paris owns me. I am Britney, slave 824-069-143 and I will do anything to please Paris.”
Shortly thereafter, Gwen would come in and “inspect” her to insure she was shaved properly. She’d carefully run her hands over every part of her body and if she found even the slightest amount of stubble it earned Britney a spank with a wooden paddle. The first day was horrible; she could barely sit after nearly 20 whacks. The next day was better; she was only hit 7 times.
Britney was determined to not earn a single swat and was careful to do a good job shaving. As she stood in the “position”, Gwen walked in carrying her youngest boy and dragging Sean in tow. She placed the baby on the bed and said to Sean, “Well, let’s see how mommy did today shall we? You wanna help auntie Gwen?”
Britney’s heart almost stopped. She wanted to cry out, “NO” but she held her tongue. As if it wasn’t bad enough to have her son in the room as she was subjected to this humiliating ritual, Gwen had gone so far as to seek Sean’s involvement. Britney was stunned. She wanted to cry, to run, to hide, to be anywhere but there at that moment. She held her breath as Gwen circled behind her visually inspecting her first.
Holding Sean’s little hand in hers; Gwen knelt down behind Britney and guided his little hand to the back of her thigh. As she slid the palm of his hand down the back of her leg she whispered, “Do you feel any little prickly things, honey?”
Feeling her son’s tiny hand slide down the back of her leg sent goose bumps rippling across her body and Britney eked out a soft moan. Her tummy tightened as she pictured his tiny face just inches from her naked bum and she shuddered uncontrollably.
“Seems like mommy likes that,” purred Gwen as she noted Britney’s reaction.
“NO!” screamed Britney in her clouded mind. It wasn’t true and she wanted everyone to know, but she dare not speak out. But each time Gwen guided Sean’s hand along the back of her leg it sent shock waves deep into her loin. Something was beginning to happen and Britney couldn’t stop it. She held her breath and bit her lower lip, but nothing seemed to help. Her body was beginning to betray her in a way she never dreamed possible. She could feel her pussy begin to swell and flower like a morning bud. “Oh no,” she moaned in her mind, “this can’t be happening, not now!”
The past few days of not cumming were taking their toll, too. Her body was hungry, deprived of sleep and orgasms and now with Gwen tormenting her with her own son, Britney was helpless to stop it.
“Please,” Britney softly whispered hoping that Gwen would stop.
Gwen knew she had Britney on the edge. She peeked under Britney’s legs and saw her pussy moistening, “Oh look honey,” she pointed out to Sean, “Your mommy DOES like what you’re doing. See? See that bit of moisture right there? See? Under there?”
Britney wanted to die. Gwen had her son inspecting her aroused pussy from inches away and there was nothing she could do about it. If she could have crawled in a hole, she would have.
Under Sean’s watchful gaze, Gwen reached between Britney’s legs and cupped her swollen pussy. She gave it a nice firm squeeze and grinned when Britney moaned out loud. “Sounds like mommy likes it too, eh, Sean?” Gwen smiled as she dipped a long, wrinkled finger into Britney’s moist slit. First one finger, then two, then three fingers went in before she began pumping them in and out.
Britney knew the rule. She wasn’t allowed to cum unless she was given permission, not to mention her sons were watching. The insanity of the moment was killing her. Standing spread eagled her son’s face just inches away from her engorged loin as it was being finger banged by this older woman was just too much. She found herself moaning and groaning uncontrollably. Then those quickly turned to pants and she was rapidly moving closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh my gawd!” she screamed in her mind, “This can’t be happening!”
Britney was caving. Her body was about to do the unthinkable and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she dare not cum without permission so without thinking she began to plead, “Please, oh gawd, please may I cum?” Her words then came in short staccato bursts, “Please…oh…gawd…please…I…need…to…cum…PLEASE!”
Just as her loin was about to convulse in orgasm, Gwen’s fingers pulled out and slapped Britney’s ass hard. “No you will NOT cum!” ordered the older woman as she repeatedly spanked Britney’s behind as her son laughed and giggled as he watched his mommy get spanked.
Britney wanted to burst into tears. Her life as she knew it was over. The past few days had been a living Hell. Everyday was the same; she was getting so tired and hungry. She didn’t eat the first two days, but today was different. Her stomach was growling and she was feeling weak. Thinking of eating anything from the cooks’ vagina was so humiliating. She sobbed uncontrollably as she imagined what it’d be like.
She replayed the last two days in her mind once again. Each morning she was rudely awoken by Gwen with a hard slap to her bare ass. Then Britney was hustled into the shower where, under the watchful eye of her personal assistant, she showered and shaved her entire body below the neck. Then she’d step out and be forced to “assume the position”, which meant she had to stand spread eagled with her arms held at shoulder height out to the side. Then the personal assistant would towel dry her as Britney recited her affirmations about Paris five times in a row.
“I love Paris. Paris is a Goddess. Paris is MY Goddess. Paris owns me. I am Britney, slave 824-069-143 and I will do anything to please Paris.”
Shortly thereafter, Gwen would come in and “inspect” her to insure she was shaved properly. She’d carefully run her hands over every part of her body and if she found even the slightest amount of stubble it earned Britney a spank with a wooden paddle. The first day was horrible; she could barely sit after nearly 20 whacks. The next day was better; she was only hit 7 times.
Britney was determined to not earn a single swat and was careful to do a good job shaving. As she stood in the “position”, Gwen walked in carrying her youngest boy and dragging Sean in tow. She placed the baby on the bed and said to Sean, “Well, let’s see how mommy did today shall we? You wanna help auntie Gwen?”
Britney’s heart almost stopped. She wanted to cry out, “NO” but she held her tongue. As if it wasn’t bad enough to have her son in the room as she was subjected to this humiliating ritual, Gwen had gone so far as to seek Sean’s involvement. Britney was stunned. She wanted to cry, to run, to hide, to be anywhere but there at that moment. She held her breath as Gwen circled behind her visually inspecting her first.
Holding Sean’s little hand in hers; Gwen knelt down behind Britney and guided his little hand to the back of her thigh. As she slid the palm of his hand down the back of her leg she whispered, “Do you feel any little prickly things, honey?”
Feeling her son’s tiny hand slide down the back of her leg sent goose bumps rippling across her body and Britney eked out a soft moan. Her tummy tightened as she pictured his tiny face just inches from her naked bum and she shuddered uncontrollably.
“Seems like mommy likes that,” purred Gwen as she noted Britney’s reaction.
“NO!” screamed Britney in her clouded mind. It wasn’t true and she wanted everyone to know, but she dare not speak out. But each time Gwen guided Sean’s hand along the back of her leg it sent shock waves deep into her loin. Something was beginning to happen and Britney couldn’t stop it. She held her breath and bit her lower lip, but nothing seemed to help. Her body was beginning to betray her in a way she never dreamed possible. She could feel her pussy begin to swell and flower like a morning bud. “Oh no,” she moaned in her mind, “this can’t be happening, not now!”
The past few days of not cumming were taking their toll, too. Her body was hungry, deprived of sleep and orgasms and now with Gwen tormenting her with her own son, Britney was helpless to stop it.
“Please,” Britney softly whispered hoping that Gwen would stop.
Gwen knew she had Britney on the edge. She peeked under Britney’s legs and saw her pussy moistening, “Oh look honey,” she pointed out to Sean, “Your mommy DOES like what you’re doing. See? See that bit of moisture right there? See? Under there?”
Britney wanted to die. Gwen had her son inspecting her aroused pussy from inches away and there was nothing she could do about it. If she could have crawled in a hole, she would have.
Under Sean’s watchful gaze, Gwen reached between Britney’s legs and cupped her swollen pussy. She gave it a nice firm squeeze and grinned when Britney moaned out loud. “Sounds like mommy likes it too, eh, Sean?” Gwen smiled as she dipped a long, wrinkled finger into Britney’s moist slit. First one finger, then two, then three fingers went in before she began pumping them in and out.
Britney knew the rule. She wasn’t allowed to cum unless she was given permission, not to mention her sons were watching. The insanity of the moment was killing her. Standing spread eagled her son’s face just inches away from her engorged loin as it was being finger banged by this older woman was just too much. She found herself moaning and groaning uncontrollably. Then those quickly turned to pants and she was rapidly moving closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh my gawd!” she screamed in her mind, “This can’t be happening!”
Britney was caving. Her body was about to do the unthinkable and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she dare not cum without permission so without thinking she began to plead, “Please, oh gawd, please may I cum?” Her words then came in short staccato bursts, “Please…oh…gawd…please…I…need…to…cum…PLEASE!”
Just as her loin was about to convulse in orgasm, Gwen’s fingers pulled out and slapped Britney’s ass hard. “No you will NOT cum!” ordered the older woman as she repeatedly spanked Britney’s behind as her son laughed and giggled as he watched his mommy get spanked.
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