Episode 28: Lines Drawn

Wednesday morning 10:00 AM.

“I feel so alive.”

Margo Olivia Ashmore-Needy halted her three-mile run along a beaten path through her estate amidst its pristine borderlines. Not all of it belonging to her, but the state of Pennsylvania itself, regardless it was home. The wilderness trail was stunning on all sides, with an amass of trees, visiting water birds inhabiting a surprisingly clear lake the size of a football field, it just could not get any better. Fresh air and pine scent filtered out any obnoxious odors such as scat from numerous animals in the area. The singing birds in the treetops was like reliving a symphony of welcome home praise from a loved one. God’s country? Darryl Needy’s at least.

Heavy breathing led her to conceive a rest stop near the lake, deciding to take a moment and reflect on the last few weeks. So much had happened in such a short time. Her adopted son Elliot was off in Paris France to study abroad. Four of his nineteen-year-old friends were sharing her massive estate to assist her financially. The fabulous sex with each of them before and after playing her game of tag you’re it with all four boys was remarkable and fulfilling what was sorely missed. That game was great fun until they reversed her strategy into a feeding frenzy of lust, all taking part in, knowing that she wanted them. They and more.

Her own hunger for sex out of control these days. She had her late husband Darryl to thank for her behavior. He led her into a life of sexual freedom, well, freedom in the sense of other men, other women. That term slave was in her vocabulary, but not on a level that some in the BDSM world practiced, not far off but not quite as routine, she did have an adopted son to raise. Now that the boys had been allowed into the attic sanctuary of her husband Darryl, they had discovered her fondness for bondage, abusing her of late in the process. Abuse that she was quite alright with as long as she was not harmed. It was rather liberating to her soul to be strung up, bound tight and helpless to their starvation of her holes.

She could sense the boys evolving into more than eager teenagers since. Heath Talbot was not the happy go lucky young man that first entered her home. Now he wanted to be her master fulltime, an option she leaned toward sexually, but not 24/7, going so far as to encouraging her to refer to all four boys as masters. Five by adding in Jeffrey Hancock, Brian’s brother. Serving each of them sexually was already on her daily routine, so calling them master seemed logical to play a brand-new game with. It would be up to each of them to determine who controlled her how and when.

Heath had even plastered his bedroom walls with copied pictures of Margo in her modelling gigs. Some nudes turned into posters on his ceiling over his bed. Although those magazines were next to impossible to replace after all these years, she did have three copies of each, one stashed away in a secret hiding place only she knew. So, technically she was no unhappy over his greed. It was her honor to feed into his lust.

Still, the thought of what her son Elliot might think of his almost stalker friend if he should ever see Heath’s bedroom made her edgy. Getting past that fear for now was easy enough until his six months overseas ended, and he returned home. Heath even wanted her to call Elliot her master. That was something she insisted could not happen ever. She drew the line there. Her son although having an unexpected crush on her, to which they all revealed was not to be a part of this new life she was living. Of course, that could change once he returned. Something she found disturbing. She would deal with that inevitability later.

Brian Hancock was another beast entirely. He was sucker punching her at every turn. Selling her as if he was her pimp for money. Not that she objected to the sex with others who lived elsewhere beyond her estate, it was certainly fulfilling to her nymphomaniac tendencies. First came Brian’s brother Jeffrey sneaking into her dark bedroom and acting as if he were Brian. He was a magnificent lover, and she did know him. That was very easy for her to accept. He wanting to move out with them in two months seemed logical, yet the only room available was Elliot’s. She needed to figure out where he might live without sharing a room with Brian. Temporarily using Elliot’s room was alright, but not long term.

Second came the gangbang of paying friends. What Brian did was not cool to the other boys, Heath the closest to agreeing that he was using her as she should be used. To a degree Margo didn’t mind, but being prepared for it all seemed the smart thing to do. Then, again the intimate rape was one of the most erotic things she had ever faced. At least they paid for her time. It did allow her to turn on her AC for at least a month of comfort. It might require her to do more of Brian’s mischief if the air should remain on.

Video taken of her entire gangbang thrilled her, yet she worried it might be abused at the wrong time. She was meeting with an Appraiser in just a few hours to see if she could borrow against her property and seek investors to build her newfound dream of a Bed & Breakfast. She needed to focus on that venture as much as the needs of her young masters. One wrong move would set her back on track toward losing it all.

Then there was Eric Crowe. Eric was less interested in being her master and more of just her lover. He had more respect than Brian and Heath defending her even though he did find bondage intriguing as a fun thing not as a degrading option. She was working on helping him understand things better, but she did enjoy someone she could talk to that didn’t demand her holes every second. Not that she would ever deny Eric. If he matured into a more controlling force, she would obey him.

There was also Eric’s fantasies that crept in. After Elliot’s going away party where Margo belly danced for over twenty young, lustful graduates, teasing them into a minor frenzy he envisioned more. Asking her if she would consider a repeat performance now that her son was not in the country to object or be mortified by her sluttiness, she told him it would be her honor to stimulate those who had been there before. She knew where that would lead and it gave her goosebumps, as well as very wet panties. When she was allowed to wear them.

“All of these thoughts are going to make me masturbate.” She giggled, walking the lake shore. Ducks swimming by said hello as she found a large four-foot-tall stump that Darryl had left there to sit on. His throne he called it. Funny that he used to tie her naked over it with rope and tent spikes then eat her or use toys on her. Nature calls he would say. It was a magical place, even a fairly new canoe along the bank awaited lovers. She thought of Cabot Ross, he would be her first choice to man the oars. He was the sweetest of the four. Still, capable of aggressiveness yet by far the most respectful. Honestly, untrue but he often led her to believe that. A conman at heart but still challenged himself to border on the good side of existence.

He had been busy between work and dating the lovely Maria Salazar. While Margo approved of the Guatemalan Goddess, she did miss him at home. The only time this week that she had seen him was when all of the boys had the rare same night off, caging her like a dog. Maria working a double that night at the nursing home gave her at least the pleasure of romantic kisses. He had not abandoned her with the promise of never.

Margo was fine sharing his attentions with another, that, and he was keeping to himself a few secrets from his buddies until recently. Unspoken of to her knowledge he had more than Maria after his fine ass buns. She knew of two waitresses, twin sisters at the restaurant he worked at had turned their seductions on him. He was quickly becoming wore out from dividing his time in order to keep all of them interested. Not sexually as of yet but it was heading in that direction. Lucky man indeed.

Sitting Indian style on the tall stump she caressed the healing hickies on her neckline, they were still tender from the gangbang and gradually fading away. War wounds Brian called them. All four boys along with Brian’s brother Jeff didn’t let her sensual scarring get in their way, they still took her with zero objection. Some men might be incapable, not her mentally adopted sons. She rolled her eyes referring to them as her sons. It had become a running gag amongst them. She was getting used to all the terms and loving most. MILF! COUGAR! SLUT! WHORE! Her favorite of late was CUNT! Minus the STUPID that went with it. Maybe she was. Still smiling!

In the serenity of the lake Margo Needy stripped off her shorts, sports bra, and G-string, leaving only her socks and tennis shoes on. Resting back on her stump, not the most comfortable of beds while looking up at the passing clouds. Envisioning Darryl tying her to the stump and torturing her with his tongue she played with herself. She knew there would be no one here it being private land, yet the lake did border the outside world. She didn’t care. Let them see should they be watching. It wasn’t duck hunting season so that should prohibit and deter most trespassers. If anyone were out here it would be a Ranger.

“Mmmmm! Where are you hiding Mister Ranger Sir?” She giggled dipping two fingers inside her succulent pink depression. Her hole wet and warm gave way to rapid insertions, opposing hand rubbing her clit. The freedom and sunshine were intoxicating. As Darryl faded in her mind, she went from roommate to roommate picturing them taking turns on her. That led her further into her stimulation quest, thinking of the basement gangbang, some of her unexpected lovers so very handsome and talented. Jeffrey sneaking up on her. The bonfire boys watching her belly dancing skirt escape her hips so that her hands had to hide her pussy from them yet knowing her ass was ripe for lustful eyes.

“I can’t wait for another bonfire. All of those men stripping me, touching, kissing my nipples, eating me, fingering my holes. FUCCCCCKKKING ME.” She swiftly cums at her fantasized swarm and taken against her will. Willing, but showing them a good time as they thought differently. “That’s it, pull my hair, choke me, ram those cocks down my throat. Yesssssssss!” Two down one massive gusher brewing. “No Cabot don’t pull them off of me. Stay back. Let them do what they want with me. YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” With her final convulsion fleeting Margo sat up licking her fingertips, ducks applauding her performance as if a hundred sets of hands clapping. Crawling from her drenched stump Margo bows to her feathered audience amid her tall grass stage. Dressed she headed home. Fun while it lasted.

She only had an hour before the appraiser, whom was also an architect, came out to put together a mental idea for a blueprint. Reaching her magnificent home Margo stripped out of her jogging clothes and showered. Looking absolutely radiant she starts to decide on her attire. This was one of those days that she needed to be herself. “As if my masters will let that happen.”

“You’re not looking for the right kind of clothes.” Heath Talbot snuck up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her ear.

“No work today?” She shivered and palmed his cheek from behind.

“Night job. Have a good run?”

“Yes, I did. I stopped by the lake and masturbated thinking of my masters.”

“Nice.”

“The architect will be here in thirty minutes, Sweet Master. I need to get dressed.”

“Not in these clothes.” He sways her away from her closet of dresses.

“Master if I may? I need to be myself and put on a good impression. Even though I’m certain my banker Jacob has forewarned him of my openness this is about my future.”

“Your future is being the finest slave you can be.”

“I agree. However, we did discuss this master. I do require my own identity in times such as this.”

“Do you? Do you really?” He yanks her into a sweltering kiss that fogs her thoughts, her hormones rising with each lash of dueling tongues. A forced shuffle backwards into her large walk-in closet against her will, led to an area of hung-up bikinis. There he reaches behind her head, lips still melded together, her eyes closed, his not. Selecting a bright pink bikini he drapes it over her shoulder, before tugging her lower lip with his, brushing his bottom lip up and down over hers. “You’re wearing this.”

Revival of sanity she shivers and looks to her left shoulder. Pinching it she pulls it in for a better observation. Brows lifting, she smirks, “This is one of my skimpiest micros. Don’t you think this might put on a bad impression for the business dealings I need to discuss?”

“Only if the guy is into men.”

“True. Men usually prefer stimulation.”

“Get dressed and go lay out by the pool. I’ll let your architect in and bring him to you. Play along, I promise I won’t let this deal go South.” Sighing Margo caves against her better judgment and puts the bikini on. Certainly, sexy as hell, her tits barely restrained by vertical cups that pulled tight over her 40D silicone delights, nipples stabbing high as always were barely cloaked. Her bottoms a patch that drifted low into pubic territory, hair not an issue as she kept it silky smooth as of late. The micro thin strings tied to both hips looked like angel hair spaghetti, belly button jewelry dangling as if bait over her fishing hole. “Daaaamn slut. If that architect doesn’t leave blueprints all over this gorgeous body he’s out of his mind.”

“I’m sure he will. Blueprints, that’s cute. Maybe if you use an ultraviolet light in the dark, you will find his cum stains.”

“Just might. Better be glows from head to toe or I’ll see to it that becomes the case.”

“Mmmm! Bukkake? Momma like!”

“Love your master.” He squints demanding attention. A five-minute lip lock in her closet broke only when Heath slyly pinches her ass. “Grab your baby oil and shine this body up. Make that guy hard in thirty seconds or I’ll punish your ass. AM I CLEAR?”

“Yes master.” He turns her toward the door and pats her bottom to send her on her way. Margo Needy loved this, but her fears were expectant. This could ruin everything. Why was she not enforcing her own line in the sand? Her identity was becoming in question.

While Margo obtained her oil and towel Heath headed upstairs to the attic. He had more mischief in mind. He had it in his head to make Margo realize that even serving him as he wanted that she could still have enough sway to break any man down to her will sexually. She knew how to succeed without his influence, but he grew determined to make his own points clear. Let him, she would win some way with or without him. Looking over a large cabinet in the attic’s bondage chamber of her late husband Darryl Needy, Heath found what he recalled seeing over the last few days. Gathering his toys, the young Mister Talbot headed back downstairs and put on his swimming trunks.

With only twelve minutes to spare Heath darted out to the pool and discovered Margo glossy from head to toe, just as he ordered. Eyeing her bikini he shook his head, “Top off.” Her brown eyes trembling she sat up and untied her top letting it slip to the concrete beside her lounge chaise. A swift snatch of her oil bottle he doused her tits and rubs the oil in for her. Digging into a plastic shopping bag of toys he produces nipple clamps and without her permission set out to apply them. Wincing at the pressure on her meaty Margo failed to resist. Looking them over he puckers, “Damn that’s sexy. Sit back up.”

Doing so he retrieves a spiked collar and encircles her neck with it, replacing the hooked ring collar she had been wearing. She knew where this was headed. Locked on to her neck with a tiny lock he pockets the key and softly grips her chin. “This man knows you are owned. Understood?”

Sighing she nods, “Yes.” Let Heath play his petty game. She would make the best of a tough situation. A tough situation that had just arrived. Hearing a car pull up out front Heath stands and takes his bag of tricks with him. Pointing at her he declares one last time, “Do as you’re told.” She would do her best. “Fingers under your bottoms rubbing that clit when I bring him out.”

“Yes master.” She whimpers, her thoughts rebelling but ending in obedience. “Why are you letting him destroy your chances at getting this loan? Dammit, Margo!”

As she heard the doorbell ring, she spots Heath racing inside to answer the door. It was all in Heath’s hands now. A mad dash through the dining area into the huge living room Master Talbot opened the door. Greeting him he finds a thin man in his late 40’s with peppered hair and sunglasses on. He was wearing a grey suit without a tie, jacket unbuttoned, white button down missing the upper three to appear a stud.

“You must be Margo’s architect.”

“That would be me. Is Mrs. Needy around?”

“Sunbathing by the pool. Come on in, I’ll take you out there.”

Looking shocked by her unprofessionalism he had to grin. When was the last time he took a meeting with a woman in a bikini? Dwayne Valance kept an open mind. It was true that Jacob Overmeyer had warned him of Margo’s openness. He was about to discover just how open. Heath leading him through the massive home took him back outdoors through the French exit. Proud of Margo, Heath saw her not wearing her bottoms even, she was totally nude and masturbating, back arching as she enjoyed the sun.

“Margo?” Heath called out, her head tilting to look his way, dark sunglasses covering her eyes. “Your appointment is here.”

Eyes bulging Mister Valance lowered his own shades after lifting them inside the house. In awe Dwayne tried to keep his composure. Walking toward her he led with, “Beautiful day, isn’t it? Love the scenery.” He meant Margo, not the wilderness behind her. This was going to be a very interesting meeting.

“Mister Valance, welcome. I hope you don’t mind my pleasuring myself. I’m quite certain Jacob has prepared you for this meet.”

“He did not do you justice. You are stunning.”

“Why, thank you! I’m not going to stop so please have a seat.”

“Thank you, for both.” He steps around her and pulls up a deck chair to sit facing her as he watched her fingers lift out then plunge back inside her glossy pink divide. Pretty amazing he thought.

“Need a cold drink?” Heath pointed at both of them, “Water? Tea?”

“Tea sounds great.” Dwayne replied unable to look at the young man, pool boy.

“Oil for me, Kind Sir.” She blows Heath a kiss without using her hand.

“Be right back.” Heath ran for the house and swiftly poured a glass of iced tea then returned to them. Passing Dwayne his glass Heath stepped next to Margo and snatched up her oil bottle. Dousing her from head to toe he corks the bottle then kneels to begin rubbing her glossier than she was before. Dwayne sipping his tea popped a hard on instantaneously. Margo sighed finding it mentally amusing how Heath was obeying her and kneeling instead of her. Let him figure out his mistake on his own, perhaps he would take it out on her holes for his oversight.

“That’s lovely, Sir Heath. So, Mister Valance looking over the grounds within eyesight, would you say I might be able to get a loan to remodel and open a B&B?”

“The property sure opens itself to a relaxing getaway. Mountains, wilderness, wildlife, it’s pretty darn peaceful.”

Heath tugs the nipple clamps to make certain they were still tight, Margo letting out a low fed gasp as he did. Looking up at Dwayne, Heath nods, “Doesn’t she just scream slave?”

“Pardon me?”

“Collar doesn’t give you a clue?”

“Ah, yes. I see it now. Very interesting indeed.”

“Move your fingers.” Heath pats her insertion hand, coaxing them out. Feeding herself her own fingers upon her tastebuds right before Dwayne’s eyes she smiled at him. Heath in her hand’s absence submerges his own fingers inside her and very vividly finger fucked her. Margo Needy moaned and yelped at the top of her lungs, her young master knew how to find that G-spot and destroy it. In seconds she squirted all over his knuckles. Nodding his approval Heath looks up at Dwayne, “Just helping her move things along so you two can get down to business faster.”

“Thank you master.” She huffs and teases her areolas, avoiding the clamps, “I hope I’m not scaring you Mister Valance.”

“Not at all, call me Dwayne.”

“Thank you, Dwayne. Would you like me to show you around?”

“That would be helpful.” He toasts her his tea glass, then rolled the condensation of his glass along his brow to cool his features. If she could do all of that his bad habit would not appear disrespectful.

“Just a second.” Heath halts her rise and leaves for only a short distance before returning with a chain link dog leash. Hooking it to her collar he snaps his fingers for her to sit up pretty. Standing her, he guides her around her chaise and offers the leash handle to Dwayne. “Hold on tight, she likes to pull.”

Accepting the leash Dwayne shakes his head smirking. Standing tall in front of her he looks deeply at Margo’s beauty, “Are you certain?”

“My master has offered me up, I am yours until you leave here today.”

“Mine?” He sat his tea glass on a white metal table.

“Business.” She blushes.

“Oh, right.”

“Unless my master is offering more?”

“You can wing it Dwayne. I’ll be in the house making lunch. You two have fun.”

“Umm! Alright. I think.” Dwayne shrugs at Margo as Heath departs. Once Heath enters the house and seals the French door Margo sighs.

“I didn’t plan on this Dwayne. I’ve recently chosen to obey Heath there. He’s coming into his own as a master. If you don’t object to the atmosphere of my nudity and the leash, we can tour the property and go inside the house to see what we might arrange to add onto the home in order to fulfill my dream.”

“Shall we?”

“You’re the leader, Mister Valance. I’ll just point like a good dog.”

“He did say you liked to pull.” Dwayne winked then guided the two of them into a walk down into the grass. “May I say that this is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen?”

“I understand. I hope my actions has no negative outlook concerning my future. I truly do want to get my Bed & Breakfast retreat off the ground. I hope the appraisal you quote me with is enough to use as collateral.”

“We’ll work something out.” He smirks, “You have an amazing body, Mrs. Needy.”

“I work out daily.”

“I can certainly see that. Your muscle tone is gorgeous. You must drive men wild.”

“Again, Jacob has filled you in on my past. I enjoy making men very happy. You Dwayne are a man.”

“I am definitely all that. Where shall I lead you?”

“Anywhere you like. How much do you need to see outside of the house itself? I have 180 acres of land, a pond that’s well stocked with fish. It might need some landscaping come Bed & Breakfast, but people can go out on it for romantic canoe rides. There’s even a large treehouse my late husband built our son. Even that might be converted into a scenic overnight room to get in touch with nature.”

“Sounds incredible. So, what additions are you requesting I design? I’m going to appraise high because I see no reason that your dream should not come true.”

“It’s that easy?” Margo smiles.

“On my end yes. On your financier’s end, I can’t promise anything. I’m only the middleman. Even Jacob has a board to contend with, it really is all up to them. There’s always investors if the banks won’t finance the whole venture.”

“I might have a few options there. Darryl had very influential friends.”

“That always helps. I hope when your dream comes true you allow me to be one of your first guests.”

“Absolutely. I’ll book you myself.”

“Wonderful.”

“I need to use the bathroom.” She frowns.

“Oh! Here’s the leash, I’ll wait here.” He opts to hand it over.

“My master would be cross with me. Do you mind?” She lowers to squat while peering over her sunglasses at him with hesitant eyes.

“You’re going to go out here?”

“Yes.” She pees right in front of him.

“Wow! That’s ... sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m happy I’m not embarrassing you.”

“Not even close. After the stories I’ve heard about you, I looked forward to today. I’m actually glad my partner was out of town and asked me to replace him today. He’s definitely going to regret that.” He laughed, “You have not disappointed.”

“It’s not in my nature to disappoint men. I suppose I must admit, I hadn’t planned on this, but my master tends to put me in my place. I need to make a good impression on both you and anyone that might finance my venture. I need this Bed & Breakfast in order to keep my late husband’s estate.”

“Money tight after his passing?”

“Yes. That is why I’ve rented out rooms to tide me over until I can get some loans approved.” She finishes her urinating and shakes herself a bit to remove droplets before standing. Once erect she smiles brightly, “Over here is my husband’s garage. He collected a couple classic cars which I suppose I could use as collateral along with the estate itself. I’m sure they must be worth something. Darryl kept them pristine. Well, he did, I’ve been rather negligent toward them since his passing. I’m afraid I’m not as keen on cars as he was, I don’t even have a driver’s license.”

“I totally understand. Cars are ordinarily a man’s hobby. Just ask Jay Leno.”

Their journey reaches the garage, Dwayne opening the door for her to enter. Her tight ass was ogled on the way through. Tempted to touch it, he chose the better part of valor. Lord, he wanted to. Within the garage she shows him both of her normal vehicles before the covered ones. She allows him to uncover two of them just enough to take a few pictures with his cell. One being a 1972 Red Plymouth Barracuda, another a 1927 Bugatti Roadster, that one caught him by surprise.

“If you want to sell the Bugatti I might invest.” He looked it over thoroughly. “I hope you don’t mind my taking pictures.”

“Not at all. Would you like me to model on them for you?” She appeared hopeful.

“In the nude?”

“Of course! Anything that might get my investors interested I’m game.”

“In the car or in you?” He laughed.

“I would hope both.”

“With the leash on?”

“Only one of my masters is allowed to remove it.” She fidgeted slightly.

“Masters? As in more than one?” He expressed curiosity. “Never heard of that part of BDSM.”

“I know it seems strange to serve more than one master, but yes. I have five.”

“Lucky fellas. I’d love to possess a woman as stunning as you.”

“That might be arranged for a few hours if you asked nicely.” She winked.

“I just might. Please, sit on the hood carefully. Dents will lower the value.” She in turn very cautiously climbed atop the black hood of the Bugatti and posed seductively. He snapped multiple pictures of her as she contorted in creative ways. Dwayne Michael Valance was getting quite erect. She noticed; it made her very happy to be of help. More photos on and inside the Barracuda were taken. “That should be enough. Mind if I blow the pics up and poster my mancave?”

“Please do.”

“Your husband tinkered on cars? I notice tools everywhere.”

“He tried. The tools were more for show, I think. He was on the road too much to sink his teeth into them. He had mechanics come by and do what was necessary.”

“Just the cars?”

“Are you asking if they slept with me? Would that have any bearing on my potential loan?”

“Probably not, but I find your reputation undeniably intoxicating. I’ve heard from more than merely Jacob how in tune you are at pleasing men.”

“I worship sex. My husband enforced that I adore all men. Therefore, I adore you.” She giggled.

“Wonderful. What’s upstairs? I noticed a second story.” He points at a staircase.

“Primarily storage, but there are a few oddity rooms up there. It was Darryl’s mancave as you say. He has neon signs, a wet bar, a sectional. Full bath. Small kitchenette. A stripper pole for me on its back deck.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ve kept that to myself. My young masters would have me dancing 24/7. I’ve let on that it’s only storage, car parts, and the like.”

“I see.”

“There has been discussion of my tenants moving out here when the Bed & Breakfast opens up. That way I can remodel the main house as a fully functional B&B.”

“Tenants? Masters?”

“Yes.”

While Dwayne ponders her unorthodox lifestyle Heath Talbot tracks them down and enters the garage. “There you are. Let’s make you a tad more helpless.” Heath moves behind her and dangles a pair of handcuffs. Claiming Margo’s wrists, he locks her hands behind her back. From there he checks her nipple clamps for tightness. With a pat to her cheek Heath notes the dangling leash. Lifting it he passes it back to Dwayne. “Do me a favor, don’t let this leash go. The slut needs to know she’s lost her freedom.” With a pinched chin Heath lifts her gaze to lock eyes on one another, “Isn’t that right, Whore?”