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Back The Mansion
Chapters (51)
  1. WANT MORE FROM CHLOE?
  2. CONTENT WARNING
  3. CHLOE’S MANSION PLAYLIST
  4. PART ONE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. PART TWO
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. PART THREE
  35. 29
  36. BONUS SHORT STORIES!
  37. Introduction
  38. ADVANCE COPY
  39. 1
  40. 2
  41. 3
  42. 4
  43. 5
  44. DRENCHED
  45. 1
  46. 2
  47. 3
  48. 4
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  50. ALSO BY CHLOE SLATE
  51. GET A FREE STORY FROM CHLOE SLATE!

"I'm going to have to fuck you a few more times tonight, Vi, to show you how much I need sluts like you to behave me. Wendy…" Brenda grabbed my ass, pushing me upward, "get off of this cock, you don't deserve it anymore."

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I shuddered, the feeling of being dominated back by Brenda after dominating Vi sent me swooning. I pulled off of the dildo carefully, feeling my body adjust to the lack of the huge piece stretching me out. "Yes, mistress, I'm sorry I stayed on your cock too long." I said, my tone now hushed and scared, a contrast that I hope Brenda and Vi found delicious. Brenda spanked me hard again, giving me a tremendous thrill. "You should know what I want you to do before I have to fucking ask, Wendy."

Brenda was turning it up hard. I spent so much of my life being told how sweet and nice of a person I was, and how kind I was to everyone around me, so when Brenda dominated me, I loved that she took the gloves off completely, because it let me experience that kind of aggression and venom in a safe space, but could still give me such a contrast to what I was used to. I was fine being a sweetheart in my normal life, but I utterly melted when Brenda called me the filthiest names she could concur.

Vi was looking at me with rapt attention. Her big green-blue eyes were watching me. She looked excited, and we were just getting started with the day. "Are you OK, Wendy?" She said.

"She's fine, don't even fucking wonder how she's doing, Vi. She's my slut and I'll keep track of her."

I looked at Vi with a conspiratorial eyebrow raise. We were both under Brenda's thumb now, supplicants to her whims.

"Oh my god, Wend. You are so fucking embarrassing. Look how messy you left this dildo." Brenda said, holding the base of the dildo, which was covered in a mixture of my juices, lube, and a few milky strands of my cum.

"I'm sorry, mistress…I'm a little slut who can't control herself." I said, casting my gaze downward, really playing up the pitifulness.

"I don't want excuses, Wendy. I want it cleaned. Have your little slut toy do it, or you do it, I don't care, just get it finished."

I nodded and kissed my wife. "Yes mistress. Thank you. I'm sorry." I kissed her deeply, sucking her lip and breathing hard.

Brenda grabbed my chin. "I don't want sorry. I want results. So do it." She pushed my face away roughly, and my mind reeled at how much I loved when my wife got aggressive with me.