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Grieving Widow 3
It has been over a year since I gave up and realized that my nature demanded to be dominated in my personal relationships while dominant in my job and family issues. What started as an investigation, evolved into an affair, and then a bizarre relationship with me at the center. Yes,I made Lieutenant for my dedication, perserverence and dogged work. The 43 yr. old "dyke" was now a command officer and imagine, "she knows her shit"!
What they don't know is my aggressive behavior and intuition is a result of being the slave of Lydia, a widow that I had investigated 2 yrs. ago regarding her husbands rather routine fall off the ladder death.
So, as I pull into her driveway where I live with her, (although I still keep my apt. for official) I start the daily routine. I go to my room, shed my cop stuff, gunbelt/vest/etc. tacky pants/shirt and naked shower and change into whatever Lydia has laid out for me. Today its a thong and high heels (new) and a deputy shirt. I pick it up and it's faintly sweat male sweat. I carry it to her at the pool bar. Her eyes narrow and say, "put it on!" I do but she tells me to smell it. I do, and say it's sweaty. She laughs and replies because I made it sweaty! "Baby, pleae don't do this" I say. But she tells me it's another test. Test? Yes she says because you got promoted because now you know who and what you are. I want an amusement payback baby! Uh, like what, I ask feeling lost. The answer? "you wear this little hood and in a few minutes serve what i put in front of you!" The hood with eyeholes and mouth, ski mask, was placed and walked 2 men and a women. I was still wearing county shirt and thong/heels but recognized one of the men of two and the woman in uniform I did not. Lydia told them I was a street escort whore and she bought me for them.
I could only say "please, please, Lydia don't do this". She laughed and said she's an orchestra leader so watch this. With that, she went to them and said, "make believe she's an attorney". And they laughed and at that moment I was glad to be under the mask. Then it started.
On my knees, unacustommed heels, thong panty, and naked it was not a surprise when Lydia presented a cock in my face. I turned, and she SLAPPED me. I couldn't believe it. She then whispered in my ear, "I own you, you do what I want".
OMG then I got it. All this time she had planned to put me in a place after a year that I just obey! I looked at her perched alongside the chair as the first cock was put in my mouth. That fat, grunting jail deputy had his cock in my mouth through the mask and I saw Lydia with her smile. In a minute he came a drops and was replaced by that hairy piss smelling pussy of the correction officer. Yes, I licked amid my tears. And last, the black deputy fucked my mouth until he savagely came and I had to swallow his cum jamming into my face. They all laughed at "her slut" meaning Lydia, not knowing who I was. I cried inside, but when Lydia dragged me into her house saying what a good slut I was, I waited until she removed the restraints. I wobbled into the kitchen, naked with cum on my face and calmy opened a bottle of champagne. Lydia was smirking until I turned, naked and asked, "why?". Her reply was something like I own you ha ha. OK, I guess I had been slave to her in many ways. I looked at us in that kitchen. I, naked with multiple fluids on my face, and Lydia with a bikine and wrap adorned with smirk. Clearly, I am the fool here but as I dress I remember one thing while being violently face fucked. "Ha that's why you wanted him gone Lydia". Why did she do this to me? I don't know. Dominance. She had that. BUT, the men? She knew I loved women. Hmmmm