Staying With Erin – Chapter 3

“Here are the rules, and listen closely. You will not like what happens if I have to repeat them.” My landlady’s voice had an edge to it that hadn’t been there previously. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, and I was staring back with rapt attention, pleasurable shivers travelling up and down my spine, shivers which I didn’t understand but welcomed nonetheless. Erin watched me from behind her, hungry, breathless and flushed. “Rule one,” Bridget began, “always obey. Mine as well as Erin’s orders. It won’t matter if you don’t like an order. In fact,” a hint of a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth, “it’s going to be twice as much fun if you don’t like it. I have the feeling that this is exactly what you need.” My heart was beating hard at her words, and all kinds of questions raced through my head. Perhaps I’d get to ask them later. “Rule two, my dirty little lodger, you will never cover your body while in the house or on our grounds, unless we expressly tell you to.” If possible, the beating of my heart got louder. On the grounds? The idea of being naked outside sent a warm tingle through my nipples. “Rule three, and this will probably be the hardest, you will never lie. When we ask you a question, you will answer it truthfully, to the best of your ability. No evasions. Do you understand that?” I nodded, without turning away my gaze. “I want to hear it.” “Yes, Bridget.” “Then let’s put it to the test. Stand up and step as close as you can.” A test? A small wave of fear, mixed with excitement, washed over me. But then I took a deep breath and got clumsily to my feet, my knees protesting a bit. I wasn’t used to kneeling, and the short time on the floor was enough to remind me of that. Though that was something, I realized, that was probably about to change. I shuffled closer, until my knees touched hers. “Spread your legs; shoulder-width apart will do.” I complied, and the simple act made me feel small. I was nervous, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. My new friends both took their time to look up and down my body, which didn’t help ease my self-consciousness. Finally, in a desperate movement, I put both hands behind my back and clasped them together. Erin giggled. “See, she’s a natural.” “That she is,” my landlady confirmed, “I knew it from the moment she stepped out of that van.” And then, with a casual movement, her hand cupped my sex, rubbed up and down a few times, and her middle finger wiggled its way inside, making me gasp. My eyes went wide. It felt delicious, and dirty. “Let’s have a bit of truth time, Paisy. Do you think I’m beautiful?” Whatever questions I could have expected, this wasn’t one of them. I sputtered, unable to make up an answer. She was far from beautiful. While she didn’t have an unpleasant face, the surplus weight together with her age let her look a bit matronly, and I would never ever think about her in terms like beautiful, sexy or even pretty. But could I say that out loud? Would she be hurt? Perhaps even cancel the naughty game we had just started? Her face quickly grew impatient, and she crooked her finger inside me and squeezed my pussy. “Remember, absolute honesty. Do you want your first act after hearing the rules to be breaking one?” “No,” I hastily relented, “of course not, Bridget.” “Then answer. Do you think I’m beautiful?” I hung almanbahis şikayet my head. “No, Bridget.” Instead of the expected outburst, my answer was a steady movement of her finger inside my pussy, a soft caress that seemed to multiply with the tension. I moaned. “Do you even like me?” Her finger picked up speed, making it hard to concentrate. I shook my head, my eyes glassy with lust. “No, I – I don’t know what I feel, Bridget, but then, I don’t really know you.” “But you’re intimidated.” “Yes.” Barely a whisper. “You see me as an old woman, overweight, not in the least bit physically attractive, don’t you?” It was exactly what I thought. But could I admit it? Honesty, damn the rule. “Yes, I do.” My cheeks were aflame with embarrassment. “And yet you enjoy being touched by me like this. You’re a kinky little slut.” She was right. Even as she said it, my hips answered her movements and tried to get her finger to delve just a tad deeper and find just a tad more friction against her hand. Her touch felt so delicious, not despite, I realized, but because I didn’t find her attractive. “Do you think Erin is beautiful?” This one was even harder to answer. “Yes. No. Sometimes.” A second finger invaded my pussy, and I gave a mixture of a moan and a gasp in response. “How does that work?” It was hard to find the right words, and even harder with two fingers moving steadily in and out of my pussy. I was breathing hard by now and knew that I wasn’t far from climaxing. The whole scene felt incredibly surreal. “I – Erin – she looks so tomboyish, but – but today in bed, when we were making love, her face looked so joyful and beautiful…” My voice trailed off, not sure how to explain my dichotomy in perception. “Ah, I see.” I dared to look at my landlady’s face again, and she wore a satisfied smile. “I – I don’t understand it myself,” I confessed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s your pussy that finds her beautiful. Not your head or your heart – at least not yet.” To illustrate her point, she shoved her two fingers hard inside me, her hand making a slapping sound against my crotch. It was like a trigger had been pulled, and the sensation caught me completely unaware. A heat wave shot through my pussy, travelled up my stomach and breasts and seemed to reflect back from my tightening nipples. And just like this, I came, hard and fast, and threw my head back in a suppressed wail of pleasure as I felt my inner walls clench around Bridget’s fingers. My hips rocked with every wave of pleasure, and it was only my landlady’s hand between my legs that kept me upright. I gasped for breath, only slowly coming down from the exhilarating high and becoming conscious of the two pairs of eyes watching me with fascination. When the hand was removed, my knees turned to jelly, and I sank to the ground, looking up at the two of them with a mixture of bliss and growing embarrassment. “Oh god,” I whispered, “oh fucking god!” “That foul mouth will earn you a spanking later,” Bridget immediately admonished, “but right now there’s cleanup duty for you. My hand is smeared with your slime.” Before I could think about it, the fingers were in front of my face, my now familiar musky, sweet scent filling my nostrils. And as if I had practiced it a thousand times, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the almanbahis canlı casino fingers. I ran my tongue around them, licking and sucking my own juices from them, an intense act of submission that almost took my breath away. Mixed with my own aromas was a whiff of sweat, and I could feel every little cranny and the small calluses from all the farm work on her knuckles. After some time, she pulled her fingers from my mouth and turned her hand around. I could see more of my wetness glisten on her palm and started to lap on it like a kitten on a finger that was dipped in milk. My landlady’s other hand stroked my hair, and the moment felt both so incredibly wrong and right that I wanted to hold on to it forever. “Let’s get on with the rules,” Bridget’s voice broke the sensuousness, “the fourth rule is that you aren’t allowed to touch your body other than for hygiene. If you want to touch yourself, you have to get our permission first.” The flutter between my legs was immediately back. The thought alone of having to ask my landlady or Erin if I could pleasure myself was thrilling. I nodded with flushed cheeks. “Rule number 5 runs in the same track, no climaxing without our explicit permission.” I think I must have looked startled and a bit fearful at that, because she continued stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, I know this will be hard at the beginning, and you’ll fail often. But we’ll be delighted to help you learn, won’t we, Erin?” “Of course we will,” Erin piped from over her shoulder, the slightly evil grin of her face making it clear in which form the help would be delivered. For a moment I asked myself what I had let myself in for. But then I remembered the intensity of my orgasms and all doubts went away in a puff of smoke. “And the last rule for now,” my landlady picked up the conversation again, “is that we expect absolute cleanliness from our slut, outside and inside. “Inside?” I was a bit lost. Did she mean it metaphorically? But that made no sense at all. “I think it’s best we show you what we expect of you, don’t you think so too, Erin?” “That would be best, yeah. Can I help?” She appeared quite eager. “I think you should administer it, you know how it works, and it will bring you two closer.” “Brilliant,” she exclaimed and pressed a sloppy kiss on my landlady’s cheek, “thanks, Bridget!” A few seconds later my hand was firmly gripped by Erin and she was pulling me after her into the bathroom, my landlady following us in a more leisurely pace. **** Erin guided me over the plush carpet in the middle of the room. I got a floating feeling in my stomach when Bridget ordered me to get down on all fours. I wondered what was going to happen to me, and, with knees that were still weak from earlier, I sunk to the carpet and awaited the next step of my willing degradation. Erin was bustling through the small sideboard next to the sink, then turned on the faucet. My landlady’s hand touched my bum cheeks, and I closed my eyes, only to open them wide again when my cheeks were pulled apart and something cold and wet touched my anus, trying to bury itself inside my ass. I shrieked and jumped forward. A harsh slap lit up my buttocks. “Stay like you are!” Bridget’s voice hissed, menacing, and I shuffled back into position. Soon the moist touch on my anus was back, and almanbahis casino I clenched my buttocks together to protect my pucker. It was to no avail. The pressure increased steadily, and then whatever it was slid inside my ass, accompanied by stinging, burning sensation. But that wasn’t all of it! Something cool was squeezed inside me while the item slowly withdrew again. I gasped. “What are you doing?” “You’ll see. I think you will like it.” My landlady’s voice was dripping honey, belying the deplorable invasion into my ass a moment ago. “You finished, honey?” “Yes, Bridget,” Erin’s excited voice answered. “Can I do it?” “Let me check the temperature. It’s a bit hot, but it should still be fine. Yes, you can do it, but remember to be careful. Do it slowly.” “I will.” “So, little lady,” my landlady addressed me once more, “Erin will now give you an enema. This will be uncomfortable, but far less so than a spanking on your sore bottom would be, so it should not be a problem. Just keep in position and do as you are told.” The word “enema” registered, and I almost jumped up to flee. They were, no, Erin was going to empty a bag of water into my bowels!” “Please, no! Everything but that, anything else, please!” “Don’t be a sissy!” Erin admonished me. “Please!” “It’s not up for discussion, young lady,” Bridget’s stern voice sounded, and I look up at her, “I told you that we expect you clean, so this is an essential part of the new rules. Of course we can stop our game anytime.” I hung my head. Now that I had sniffed the wonderful aroma of decadent sex, I’d go mad if I had to go back to my normal inhibited self. “I – I’ll take it.” Then the nozzle touched my pucker, and I involuntary evaded it. “Hey, she’s not keeping still. Can you hold her?” “Of course, honey. But I want Paisy to ask me; it is, after all, for her benefit as much as ours that we are doing this. And I want to hear a full sentence. So what do you say, little slut?” She was really expecting me to beg to be held. But I just knew that I’d flinch away the next time as well. I had never had anything enter my bum before. I felt terrified, but I was on a sexual thrill-ride that I couldn’t step out of. “Please, Bridget,” I managed to stammer somewhat convincingly, “would you hold me so I can accept my enema?” And then, to my heightened embarrassment, my landlady stepped in front of me, then even closer, until her naked legs were touching my shoulders. She shuffled her legs closer together, and my head was caught between her fleshy shins, her skin softly pressing against my neck, her bathrobe casting a shadow over me and brushing my hair as she moved. A mixture of soap and sweat filled my nose. I had never felt this kinky before. The strange question whether her skin would taste like it smelled ran through my mind. Then the nozzle was back, forcing its way into my ass, now slippery from whatever Bridget had squeezed into my pucker. It burned, but only a bit. I shivered all over. “It’s inside,” Erin declared, “I’ll open the valve now.” “Go on, honey.” A wave of heat streamed into my rectum, a feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before. At first I feared it would burn me, but with time, it felt almost good. It spread all through my womb and made small pearls of sweat appear on my skin. “I think she likes it,” Erin observed, “the way she’s wiggling her bum.” Oh god, I was really doing that! I felt so exposed! After a while, I started to feel full, as if I needed to use the toilet, and I started to fear that all the water that was running into me was about to come rushing back out.