This is the beginning of how Heather and Anita got together, part three of three as the prequel to the Heather and Anita series. A series I numbered but stupidly did not set the Literotica series link. How Heather met Anita is told in this story.
This story will stand alone but does jigsaw in with both My life as a dom and Heather and Anita. Please leave comments and mark the stars, preferably all of them.
Master
“Sasha, tell slut to go to the station at twelve thirty tomorrow and look out for a girl waiting on the platform. She is to ask her if she is a slag. That is when they can read the text.” I had arranged for her to have some holiday from work to spend time here.
She was to meet Heather from Reading and have a few days of pain and humiliation. They both knew what they were in for and had agreed, more than agreed they were eager to come. Sasha was going to be here for a while when they first arrived after which she was going to my house.
Heather
I was enjoying my visits to Michelle, doing her washing and cleaning and taking orders from her. I was not allowed to climax. I was so much in need of a climax that resisting masturbating was hard but I did resist. I was scared of Michelle’s master making her throw me out. Michelle had curbed our sexual relationship, she did not want the complication and as I was banned orgasm it suited me. We had become good friends.
I had a message via Michelle that I was to take a train and wait at the station for someone to greet me. I was to spend a few days of pain and humiliation with Michelle’s master, no frills. I knew what to expect, no I knew whatever happened I would love and hate it. Michelle was to do my makeup before I set off, she had her instructions.
I packed a bag mainly with sexy underwear, shaved everywhere apart from my head which I had done at a posh hairdressers and went to Michelle for my makeup. It was rather overdone for my taste, a lot of eyeshadow and liner, it did however make my eyes look bigger and very sexy.
When I arrived at the station, there was nobody there to greet me. I was told to wait on the platform. I was the only one on the platform, I think the only one in the station. The station was old and very well looked after, flowers growing and fresh paint everywhere. Eventually an attractive if slightly overweight girl approached me wearing a tight blue dress which made her arse look big. I hope she doesn’t ask the infernal question, ‘does my bum look big in this?’ “Are you a slag?” she asked.
Taken aback, she must be my greeter but what a greeting. “Yes,” I replied, what else could I say? This was the start of my humiliation.
“I am Slut, you will be Slag until further notice. Our instructions are on a text.” She took a phone out of her bag and we read the text.
‘Greetings Slag and Slut, are you prepared for days of debauchery which will begin right now. Go in the toilets and swap knickers, if the toilets are closed do it on the platform. There is a car waiting for you outside.’
The toilets were locked of course so we were standing on the platform taking our knickers off, exchanging them and I put Slut’s bikini briefs on. She was bigger than me so she struggled to get my tanga’s on. There was a woman in the driver’s seat of a posh car, Slut recognised her. “Good afternoon Slut and Slag, put your luggage in the boot and get in the back of the car.” she said.
Slut (Anita)
I had the option of spending time with the master knowing that I would suffer. I jumped at the chance but the first thing I had to do was approach someone and ask if she was a slag. There was only one person at the station, like me, overly made up and hopefully a slag, her dress was an innocent white broderie anglaise creation. Short, just above the knee with puff sleeves, a neckline which showed a small amount of cleavage and buttons down the front. I asked her and she blushed and replied ‘yes’. From text instructions we had to exchange knickers. I’m a size fourteen. She was a twelve at the most!
As we stood on the platform I had to admire her knickers before I squeezed into them, much posher than mine. I had a struggle putting them on. Sasha drove us to her house.
Master
Sasha brought the two girls into the lounge where I was sitting wearing slacks and a tee shirt. “Thank you Sasha. Welcome girls, on your knees.” They knelt before me. “This is your opportunity to go home, Sasha will drive you. She will not be here for much longer, there will just be me and you two.”
“Sasha show the girls to the playroom and the garage, let them see what they are in for before they decide what to do.” They turned and walked out, both exaggerating the sway of their arses. On their return I had them kneel again. “Well are you coming or going?”
“Staying, Sir,” they both replied.
“Stand up, Sasha show them how to stand.” Sasha moved their legs apart and their hands behind them holding their elbows. Their not inconsiderable tits poked out beautifully in this position. “Face each other, Slag take Slut’s dress off, very slowly, very sexy, as though you want to fuck her.” Slag moved behind and slowly lowered the zip. “Kiss her back as you bring it down.”
“Yes Sir,” said Slag. She began easing the dress off Slut’s shoulders. “Kiss her as you expose her, you want to lick her cunt, I bet it is already wet, I bet yours is. Squeeze her tits when you get to her bra.” Slut was breathing heavily and her face was bright red. When the dress was down to her waist Slag put her arms round Slut and began squeezing her tits and kissing wherever she could reach.
Easing the dress over Slut’s not inconsiderable hips and arse her tiny knickers came into view. “On your knees and kiss her arse,” I instructed Slag, she obeyed straight away. “Good girl, now fold the dress neatly and give it to Sasha then resume the position.” I now had the two girls in front of me Slag in a dress and Slut in knickers and bra with a rather sexy suspender belt and stockings with three inch heels and displaying an unmistakable Camel toe.
“Well slut I think you should help Slag with her dress, slow and sexy.” She started with the top button and immediately kissed the top of Slags tits and her shoulders. The next button exposed more bra, a couple of buttons later I realised she was wearing a waspie, it pulled her waist in tight, like the dress virgin white. Slag’s dress was slowly pushed off her shoulders. Fuck she looked sexy and her knickers currently covering Slut’s pussy matched beautifully.
Her dress fell to the floor showing a pair of knickers that did not match, the whole ensemble was ruined. A pity really her suspender belt matched. Slag must have used a lot of her wages to buy these even with staff discounts. Slut kissed her belly before folding the dress and giving it to Sasha.
I walked round slag, I think she would like a shower, she appeared to have sweated on the journey here. The slightly too large knickers did not enhance the appealing arse.
I put my hands down the back of her knickers and squeezed her arse cheeks. I moved on to Slut, now her knickers or should I say Slags knickers, were gripping her arse tight. Slut was the biggest of all the girls and made an interesting contrast, her tits were a D cup so now I had A B C D. “You are a fat slut, I like that, take the bra off.” She reached up and unclipped her bra, I pushed it forward as I moved my hands round to hold her tits. I squeezed her nipples as I held her tits up.
“I think your tits are going to experience things you have never dreamed of,” I said as I gripped her nipples tight. I moved to the front, holding her nipples again. I pulled her to me and kissed her. “On your knees.” I moved to slag. “Nice bra, take it off.” She smiled at me as she unfastened it. Shucking it forward she let fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine, the smile never leaving her face.
“Hands behind your back.” I gripped her nipples tight and pulled her towards me. She smiled expecting a kiss, I spit in her face. “On your knees,” they were both on their knees in front of me. “Take them to the garage Sasha,” I ordered. She led them out shuffling on their knees, hands behind their backs.
Sasha is an expert when it comes to bdsm, usually on the receiving end. Today she bound their tits expertly. They were red and looked full and hard, a rope attached from tits to a pulley on the ceiling. The girls were about six feet apart and only wearing shoes, stockings, knickers and Slag a waspie. “Thank you Sasha, you may go now, look after my house these two will look after this one.
The girls were quite comfortable, although I believe having your tits bound this tight cannot be called comfortable. They were standing firmly on the ground in their heels, hands behind their back. “Hold on to the rope above your head.” I used the pulley to raise their tits a few more inches. They took my advice and held on to the rope, taking some of their weight off their tits.
I picked up two multi tail floggers and standing between them I could hit them both without moving. I alternated, left hand hitting Slut and right hand Slag. I turned round so both had a similar experience.
Slut
Sasha showed us the torture rooms, not their words, but that was what they were. Frightening and more frightening were the feelings in my now wet pussy. We both wanted to stay. Sasha bound our tits, it hurt and was a strange feeling they filled up as though the blood could not get out. My nipples tingled.
We were pulled up by our boobs, I took some of my weight by gripping the rope with my hands. He was hitting us, I turned my back as the one that hit my boobs really hurt.
Slag
We looked around, wow what a place, I had fun at the hotel but what could happen here? Sir kissed Slut when I was ready for my kiss he spit in my face. Sasha was an expert at tying my tits, the nipples bulged out.
Master
I went to Slut, “Are you enjoying this slut? Is your cunt all wet and sloppy? Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, oh please Sir all of the above, please fuck me.”
“Don’t be greedy,” I slid my fingers into the side of the snug knickers and pulled them up, lifting her basically by the pussy. She’s a big girl so I could not lift her too high. I put her down and tweaked her nipples.
“Keep still,” I hit her from tits to thighs using both floggers and she managed not to turn away. “Good girl,” she smiled as I spit in her face.
Moving to Slag “And are you enjoying this? Is your pussy wet? Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes I’m loving it, I’m wet and I desperately want to be fucked, Sir.” I pulled her up by the knickers much easier to hold the knickers and lighter weight. I flogged her, tits to thighs before tweaking her nipples. I spit in her face.
“Hands behind your back. The first one to make a sound will not have an orgasm today.” I went to the pulley and lifted them both by the tits, their feet left the ground. Both gritted their teeth.
“Aaaaaaghh,” shouted Slut. I lowered them straight away.
“Well done Slag, I believe you have not had an orgasm for a while.”
“Three weeks Sir, as you were responsible for it and also my celibacy.”
“Good, I may allow you one today.” I disconnected their tits from the pulley and reconnected it to Slag’s wrists. “Slut, using just your teeth, remove Slag’s knickers.” She grabbed her knickers in her teeth and pulled them down at one side and crawling around her pulled them down on the other side. This brought them down to almost over her arse, She gripped a bit that was over the arse crack which allowed her to pull them right down.
Put your arms around Slag’s neck and hold tight.” Their tits were pushed together. Using the flogger I hit both of them until their backs were red from shoulders to thighs. “Slut get on your knees.” I lowered the rope so Slag could lean forward and spread her legs.
“Slut while I fuck Slag you will lick my balls.” She crawled up to get her head between Slags legs. I held Slags hips and fucked her, her legs came round my waist, I could feel a tongue on my balls. I rammed in as hard as I could and Slag let out a scream as she came.
I unfastened Slag, “Take slut’s knickers off using your teeth.” This was a much more difficult task, tight knickers over fat arse. On her knees she moved around until she found a part of the knickers she could get her teeth into without biting Slut’s flesh and pulled them down. She managed to keep the waistband in her mouth as she manoeuvred round, eventually getting them down to her ankles.
“Slag, lay on the floor and suck my dick.” I knelt over her my dick in her mouth and her wet cunt near my nose. “Slut lick my arse.” I was struggling not to come but was determined. “Stick your tongue in my arsehole, hold my balls.” I lowered my head so that I was breathing on Slags pussy. “Swap places, quickly.” Now I was admiring Slut’s pussy Slag had her tongue in my arse and Slut’s tongue was going around my cock and her mouth was like a Hoover. She swallowed the lot.
Slag
My tits were hurting although they looked amazing, they seemed to have filled up and become solid. Sir asked if I was wet, God I was soaking. He asked if I wanted to be fucked. Yes, yes, yes I want, no I need to be fucked. He flogged me all over, my swollen tits hurt, my poking out nipples felt as though every nerve in my body was gathered there.
He lifted me by my knickers, the crotch against my pussy taking all my weight, I didn’t realise at the time my tits would be taking all my weight later. Before that happened he kissed my face. I would have loved to kiss him back! He hoisted us by our tits, fuck as we were hoisted higher until our feet weren’t on the ground. Slut screamed so I was to be fucked, hurry up fuck me, please fuck me.
Our tits were disconnected from the pulley and my hands were fixed to it. I was hoisted up and he made Slut take my (her) knickers off with her teeth before he fucked me, I brought my legs up as he fucked me. Slut was licking my bum and I had a brilliant orgasm.
He made me take Slut’s knickers off, my knickers were tight on her and the only place where the waistband was not actually digging into her was at the crack of her bum. I gripped it and pulled them down as far as possible, this gave a place near her pussy I could bite the knickers without biting her. I brought them down to her ankles.
On my back I had his cock pushed into my mouth, I licked round it and sucked with all my might, I could feel his breath on my pussy, unfortunately he didn’t touch it, his breath nearly had me coming. We swapped places, I put my tongue in his arse and held his balls. He came in Slut’s mouth, lucky bitch.
Slut
I was wet, hungry for it, sore and loving it. My big tits were poking out and full, my nipples gigantic, my pussy dripping. He lifted me by the knickers, they dug into my pussy, Slags knickers were tiny and I could feel them against my clit. He smiled at me and then spit in my face! Lifted by my tits was agony and I screamed so Slag got fucked.
I licked her bum and bumhole as he fucked her she was quite vocal and her pussy was sodden and the juices quite tasty. She sucked his cock and I licked his bum before we swapped and I got his full load.
Master
When we came out of the garage, the girls were crawling, Sasha produced a cup of tea for me and put two dog bowls of tea for them. Sasha lifted her dress exposing her naked pussy. “Thank Sasha and kiss her pussy as she is going now.” They kissed and thanked her. “Call that a kiss? She deserves better than that, now give her a long sloppy kiss with tongues,” I ordered. She spread her legs wider and pushed her pussy forward. The girls kissed her pussy to Sasha’s satisfaction.
“Come here,” I demanded. They crawled up to me. “Straighten up, hands behind you.” I looked at them for about two minutes making them feel embarrassed and awkward. “I can’t believe it your hair and makeup was perfect when you got here, look at you now, a fucking mess. You Slag had Michelle do yours and she is a real artist. Slut you had it done professionally. I had planned to take you out tonight but you would just be an embarrassment. They had both been crying amongst other things which had ruined their over the top makeup. I must admit, although not to them, their messed up hair and makeup made them look so wanton, sexy and fuckable.
“Crawl over to the big mirror and look at yourselves,” I said. “What do you see, you disgusting whores?”
“A mess Sir, we can put it right Sir, honest,” pleaded slut.
“Get back in front of me, if I approve of your look later we will go out. If I don’t like it you will both spend the night in the stocks. Slut come closer,” I unfastened her tits and she pulled her face, more so when I slapped the side of her tits. I did the same with Slag. “You will go and get ready, you have three hours, time for a rest, a shower and get your hair and makeup to look as it was when you arrived.” I led them out by the hair crawling. I took them to a spare bedroom. “The shower is there. Sasha has put the clothes you will wear in the wardrobe which you can bring out just before you are ready. Help each other. I expect perfection.
I have no idea what Sasha has set out for them, only that it included knickers. There was all the makeup and hair stuff they would need in that bedroom. I went for a lie down, I may need my energy later.
Slut
We were made to crawl into the lounge, Sir walked behind us. Sasha had put dog bowls of tea down for us which we had to lap up while he sat back drinking from a mug. Sasha was leaving and we had to thank her and kiss her pussy, with tongues.
Sir made us kneel in front of him and he berated us for messing up our makeup! What does he expect after what we have been through? What he has put us through? Looking in the mirror what a mess, hair all over the place, tits red and makeup streaked with tears and daubed all over my face.
If we looked as good as when we arrived we would go out if not we would spend the night in the stocks! Is that the standing up stocks or the sit in with arms and legs fastened? Neither was a good place to spend the night. We crawled to a bedroom where sir left us for three hours to get ready.
“Do you want to rest or shower first?” I asked Slag.
“I think I could rest for half an hour or so and still have plenty of time to get ready.” she replied as we looked around seeing what we could use. Top class makeup in all shades, Dyson hair equipment. We lay on the bed.
“Christ, your orgasm sounded fantastic, I wish I’d had one,” I said.
“It was, he banned me from having one for two weeks despite a lot of stimulation but I managed it. It didn’t take much to make me come and it nearly blew my brains out.” was her reply.
“Wow hope it’s my turn soon, my tits are so sore, are yours?”
“Yes and a few more days of abuse for them I bet.” Her reply sent shivers down my spine and jitters in my pussy. “Are you glad you came?”
“I think so, I will be sure if I have an orgasm like yours, although I was near when he was hitting me with the floggers.”
“Me too.” We lay back for a while before starting to get ready. I had a shower first and spent a long time drying my hair, I was not going to get it as good as the hairdresser. Slag helped me and I helped her. Makeup was more difficult than the subtlety that the professional had done making it slightly over the top while not quite slutty.
We did our best, together and went to see the clothes that Sasha had left for us. The underwear was a disappointment, red nylon with black lace trimmings. The bra and knickers were very fine to be almost totally see through, no cotton in the crotch, disgusting. “I work in underwear and we would not sell anything this cheap,” said Slag. “Primark would not sell anything this cheap.”
There was a matching suspender belt, red stockings and matching heels. The dresses however were just the opposite Slag’s was a red brocade with a Mandarin collar long almost down to her ankles with side splits almost to her waist. It was absolutely gorgeous.
Mine was a similar red material with a peacock type pattern. The Chinese style was similar, where slut’s was fixed from collar to the right and down with decorative floral frogs. Mine was similar but fastened with a zip, from neck to hem. The zip could be pulled down from the top or up from the bottom so it was possible for them to meet exposing everything. They were obviously expensive and looked made for us!
So hidden beneath the designer dresses was cheap and nasty underwear. The last item was a red plastic dog’s collar, clearly visible above our Mandarin collar. Before we walked out into the lounge we checked each other, squeezed hands, took a deep breath and opened the door. Sir was waiting for us.
“Lift your skirts at the front,” he ordered. We could do this easily with the side slits. He smiled. “Let’s go.” We went out to the waiting taxi. We were sitting on each side of Sir, he had his arms around us and gently pulled us close. “Sasha has chosen to dress you well, she shall be rewarded. You have done an adequate job of looking attractive in a vampish way.
I had been concentrating on Sir’s voice that I had not realised where we were going. To my restaurant! I fucking work here! I know everybody! I am the senior waitress! The boss of half the staff! They all know what goes on in Sir’s alcove! Here I will be on display as one of his girls! The bastard has done it on purpose. “Please no Sir, can we go somewhere else?” What a waste of breath, he had planned this, keep quiet, you can only make things worse. They can’t get any worse can they?
We sat in the alcove, the place was about half full. Two bottles of Nuit St George were open on the table. Sir nodded to me and I poured three glasses of the wine. Eric came over with the menus and Sir took one and gave him the others back. He was going to order for all of us, something he complained to me about the first time he came in. Sasha’s man had always ordered for her.
He has no idea what we like, I knew he would order a rare steak for both of us. He did! While he ordered the salmon speciality for himself. Lana brought the steak knives and had a smirk on her face, you’ll get the shit shifts when I’m back, bitch.
Different members of staff brought a variety of things just so they could gloat. Aniya, Zaria and Anton one after the other. Slag had no idea what was going on. I ate my steak, actually it was quite good,
“Take your knickers off.” Sir said out of the blue. “Now!” With the side slits reaching the knickers was easy. So we both had our knickers on our side plates very quickly. Sir then decided to call a waiter, surprise, surprise both Anton and Zaria arrived. We always had good tips and always gave good service but this was to laugh at me. He ordered sweets and as soon as they turned their backs he sent me under the table.
“Start with Slag’s cunt, lick her until I tell you to stop. You can suck me then.” Fuck, someone will have been watching me, we always did, having a laugh sometimes and getting a wet pussy at others, I’m sure Anton has gone to the staff loo for a wank, and probably others too. Fuck it I have.
Now here I was with my tongue in a girl’s pussy with all my coworkers knowing what I was doing. I was ordered to move to Sir’s cock where I pulled it out and sucked it until it was hard then tried to get it all in. I heard the sweets being brought and put on the table. I continued sucking until I was told to stop. I sat in my chair blushing furiously. Half way through my sweet Sir ordered us to go to the toilets and insert the butt plugs he gave us.
We walked out together, in the toilets Slag asked, “What is going on?” I explained that this was my place of work. “Fuck.” she exclaimed “And he knew this?”
“Oh yes, he knew. It is all to humiliate me, we all know what happens in here with him and his girls.”
“Bastard,” she said laughing.
“Fuck him!” I laughed. We lubricated the plugs with our pussy juice and inserted them in the requisite hole. Returning to the table we finished our sweet. Sir ordered coffee and brandies.
“Slut, how many staff work in the kitchen?”
“Three usually Sir,” I answered.
He gave me sixty pounds. “Give that to the kitchen staff and thank them for a delicious meal.” He pulled the zip on my dress down so that my bra was exposed. I was greeted by lots of questions which I did not answer but gave each of them twenty pounds and thanked them. They had obviously been kept up to date of our activity. I wish I could stop blushing, I wish my pussy would stop leaking,
Master
Poor Slut, I almost felt sorry for her, almost, I was enjoying her suffering to the extent I still had a hard on. Time to go home. “Slut, thank the staff for such wonderful service and tell them we will definitely be back.” She went to all the available staff thanking them. We went out, leaving the tip wrapped in Slut’s knickers.
In the taxi I said to Slut. “Well done you kept me amused all evening, you blushed so much I’m surprised you had enough blood to enable you to walk. ”
“You said I would be humiliated and found a terrible way to do it. I would not have agreed to come if I had known. I have to work with those people next week, order some of them about, you are horrible Sir.”
“Yes,” I laughed, putting my hand through the split in the dress and feeling her sopping cunt. I laughed again. Shall I ask the driver to take you home?” I was playing with her pussy.
“No, Sir, I want to be with you.”
“Even if I put you in the stocks for the night?”
“Please fuck me, anyway you want but fuck me.”
I laughed, “we’ll see.”
Arriving home I clipped a leash onto each of them and led them into the lounge. “Take your dresses off, fold them neatly and put them to the side, as they were made for you you may keep them. You may keep the entire ensemble, I’m sure you will want to wear the classy underwear again. Sorry I gave the knickers away.”
Slut pulled the zip slowly down until the two parts of the dress parted, she placed it to one side and stood with her arms behind her. “Bring me your phones Slut. Slag meanwhile was slowly unfastening the tiny toggle fastenings which went sideways from the collar to the edge of her right tit before turning downward. There were a lot of fastenings, probably a zip in the back but this was much sexier.
Slut returned with the phones, was she worried at giving up their only form of communication? I got them to turn the phones on and took photos of them together. They were wearing all red, high heeled shoes, stockings, suspenders, bras, collar and a black leash. Not visible at the moment was the plug they each had inserted in the arsehole, which had red jewels capping them.
I photographed them individually and together, kissing and showing all they have. I finished up with pictures of them sucking my cock looking beseechingly at the camera. “There you have souvenirs for you to show to your friends.” I said.
“Slag, I promised you an orgasm and you’ve had that.”
“Yes Sir,” she answered.
“What did I promise you Slut?”
“Pain and humiliation, Sir.”
“Have you received both of those?”
“Yes Sir, in spades.”
“So I have fulfilled my side of the bargain, is that right?”
“Yes Sir,” they both replied.
“And what was your part of the bargain?”
“To serve you in every way,” said Slut.
“To obey your every wish without hesitation,” said Slag.
I picked up the leashes and led them crawling to the playroom. I fastened slut into the stocks that held the waist which put the pussy and mouth at cock height. Her legs fastened spread and arms locked up and back.
I had Slag squat in front of Slut. I removed both bras allowing Sluts tits to hang beguilingly below. Now that I could not resist, I clipped a bell to each nipple. I went to the wall and selected a cane, I decided that a photo with stripes may be appreciated, I can’t help being kind.
I hit her arse, “Yeow!” she exclaimed. I hit her ten times with similar results, putting parallel stripes from thigh to the top of her crack. I removed the butt plug.
“Slag, do you like Slut?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, very much,” was her reply.
“Do you think she should have an orgasm?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Slut do you want an orgasm?”
“Oh yes please Sir,” she implored. I spread her cheeks, put lube on and in her arse and slowly pushed my cock in. “Oooooh,” she cried. I drove in harder making the bells ring. “Ough, ough ough,” she grunted.
“I like fucking your arse but if you want to come would you want me to fuck your cunt?” I asked.
“Yes please, Sir.”
“Well ask me nicely,” I demanded.
“Please Sir fuck my cunt,” she urged. I pulled out of her arsehole, picked up her butt plug and pressed it into her mouth.
“Your friend Slag is going to have to plead for me to let you come as you are a worthless slut. Start beseeching me to fuck this worthless cunt to orgasm, tell me how useless she is but how she needs to come.” I shoved my cock viciously into her cunt to a gasp and a cacophony of bells.
“Oh Sir please let this fucking dirty sex pig come all over your cock and her cunt juice gush on to your balls.” She looked at Slut. “Do you like being a worthless sex toy, an unpaid whore, even your name describes what a worthless excuse for a woman you are.” Fucking hell she was getting me going, every thrust was accompanied by a grunt and the ringing of bells.
“Aaaaaghrrrrr,” the plug spit out as she screamed. I continued harder and faster. “Aaaaaaaaaaghrrrrrr,” she exclaimed again, “thank you Sir, Thank you SIr.” She sounded exhausted. I pulled out of her cunt and into her arsehole where I drove in without hesitation. It did not take me long to come.
“Slag, clean the spunk out of her arsehole,” I moved to her head and stuck my cock in her mouth for cleaning. “Fetch me a Scotch, Laphroaig one ice cube.” I used Sluts finger to open her phone and took photos from front, back and side.
Slut
We left the restaurant at last, I told Sir I would not have come to him if I had known that was going to happen. He put his fingers in my soaking pussy and laughed. I fucking blushed again, he’s a bastard. We took our dresses off, we were to keep them! I have never had anything of this quality. You can keep the underwear, I’d never wear it. The shoes look great but most uncomfortable.
He sent for our phones, our only contact with outside but he just took photos so we would have something to show our friends! Course I will and my mum and dad, like hell. My heart sank when he said he had completed all his promises. All he had promised me was pain and humiliation and boy had he done that. But Sir you can’t leave me in this state, please I silently pleaded.
He locked me in the stocks, bent over and hit my bum with a cane. Each blow was painful. I cried. I felt cold on my bum and up my bumhole before feeling something big and warm in there. I had to beg him to use my pussy and my friend Slag beseech him to make me come, she called me names. All this made me have the best orgasm of my life, absolutely fucking wonderful. Worth going through all the humiliation, do it again tomorrow Sir, and pain. I came a second time before the first had died down.
He pulled out and went right into my bum, that made me shout. He fucked me hard until he came and I fucking loved it. I sucked his cock straight out of my bum and Slag put her tongue up my bum and licked up his cum. I’m ready for bed now please Sir, I tried to send the message.
Master
I unfastened Slut and had them both stand to attention in front of me. I picked up the leashes and led them into the lounge. You look good in those stockings and shoes, I think you should keep them on, although if you are going to share my bed those shoes could be dangerous so as you get into bed you will take them off. You will not put your stocking feet on the floor. If you get up for a pee you will wear your shoes.”
“Yes, Sir,” they echoed.
“Slag bend over, I assume you don’t want to have that plug in all night?”
“No, Sir,” she sounded relieved.
“Slut take the plug out of your friends arse with your teeth.”
“Yes Sir,” she sounded almost keen. She knelt behind Slag, bit into the plug and pulled it out.
“Put it in the sink in the playroom, tomorrow you will be cleaning it all up.” I had finished my whisky so sent Slag to give me a refill, telling her to get drinks for themselves. I do enjoy watching them walking about naked in those ridiculous heels. Their legs look so much better and their pussy is pushed out, almost as much fun as watching them crawl. I heard Slut’s bells as she returned and thought I should take them off. Slag came in with the drinks and handed them out.
“Slag sit next to me, Slut kneel between my legs.” I unclipped the tit bells giving Slut a bit of a shock as the blood rushed back into her nipples. “Sit on the other side,” I ordered her and we sat quietly enjoying our drinks, they both leaned against me. Hands were migrating towards my cock.
When we had finished our drinks I said “Time for bed but first across my knee Slag.” With her head in Slut’s groin I smacked her arse, not too hard but enough to make it red. “Okay get ready you can share my bed, no funny business.” I sent them to the bathroom while I went to the ensuite. I was in bed before them.
The following morning I was up early as usual and made my morning mug of tea. I had things to prepare this morning, firstly I took blankets, water, candles, and sandwiches which Sasha had made to the shed. Shed is under selling it, it is more than a shed, made of solid wood with no windows and currently empty.
I collected cuffs, gags and two long sleeved tee shirts. After all this effort I treated myself to another mug of tea. I had only just finished this one when I heard the girls coming in, wearing their heels. “Make a brew,” I said, handing my mug to them. We sat and drank our tea. “Girls you are naked we can’t have you walking about with only your stockings on, here put these on.” I handed them the tee shirts and they put them on. Okay they were a bit tight and the girls needed to adjust their tits which were compressed a little.
“Put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles,” I handed them out. We had another mug of tea before I led them into the playroom. Slag, wash the butt plugs, Slut, lay on that bench.” I clipped her arms and legs to ropes hanging from the ceiling, her back on the bench. I put a strap holding her waist tight to the bench.
Slag had finished so I lay her on top of Slut so her pussy was over Sluts mouth and her mouth over Sluts pussy. I clipped her cuffs to the bench legs. Using three straps at hip, waist and chest level I forced their bodies close together. Almost done, I tied Slut’s hair to a length of rope and lifted her head with it so her mouth was directly on Slag’s pussy. Similarly I tied Slag’s hair and pulled her head down until she was on Slut’s pussy.
I stood back and admired my handiwork. All I had to do now was wait for the mugs of tea to work through. I went into the lounge, sat in front of the TV and watched a film, while keeping my eye on the computer screen which had the pictures from the camera in the playroom.
Slag
Sir was gone when I woke up, I shook Slut and we got into our shoes without touching the floor. I played ‘The floor is lava’ a few years ago. We tidied up, peed and cleaned our teeth before going into the lounge. Sir handed his mug and we sat drinking tea. He gave us two identical white, long sleeved tee shirts, they were tight on us. I had to put my hand up to straighten my boobs. Slut had the same problem.
Wearing padded cuffs on our wrists and ankles we went into the playroom. I had to clean up and wash the butt plugs, not a pleasant task. I finished and went to Sir who had tied Slut to a bench, I was made to lay on top of her and arms and legs secured. Tight bands around my chest, waist and bum forced us closer together, we could hardly move. I could feel Slut against my pussy. My hair was tied and my head forced down onto her pussy.
Her pussy did not smell very pleasant but I don’t suppose mine does. Sir left the room. We were silent wondering when he would be back. “What are we to do now, do you think?” I asked in a voice muffled by pussy
“I don’t know, we can’t do much, I can hardly move,” she replied.
“I don’t know that I should say this but when you talk it sends lovely vibrations through my pussy.” I offered.
“Me too, perhaps we should stop talking.”
“Perhaps not,” I said with feeling.
“Can I ask what your name is? I don’t like calling you or thinking of you as Slut even if I have to do it while Sir is around.” She asked.
“Anita, I don’t think Sir knows my name, What is yours?”
“Heather. Sir does know mine but I think he prefers Slag. Anita I think we should use our real names when we are alone.
“I agree, Heather.”
“We daren’t come without permission,” she haltingly put forward. Fuck I know she’s right but there could be worse ways to pass the time and Sluts pussy smell was a little fresher.
“You are right I will try to keep quiet but just think what humming could do,” I laughed. We remained quiet for what seemed like an eternity, I was glad we had the tee shirts on as we were both sweating.
“I hope he comes back soon. I need a pee,” Slut said. This of course put me in the same state. Then it dawned on me!
“Shit, that is his intention, we are here until we have both peed on each other. He promised us humiliation and what is more humiliating than being peed on and peeing on your friend?”
“Oh, no he wouldn’t do that, would he?”
“Yes he would and there is nothing we can do about it.”
“We could shout and ask him to undo us,” said Slut hopefully.
“It may feel like you’re doing something but you know it would be a complete waste of time and effort,” I replied. We were silent for a while. “We are going to have to do it, do you think we could do it together?” I don’t know if I could do it at will.
“I don’t know, oh shit, how did I let myself get in this situation,” she started crying. Poor Anita, I felt sorry for her, I felt sorry for me, her tears started me crying.
Slut
“Sorry,” She said as she started to pee. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it, it wouldn’t stay in any longer.
“It’s okay,” I managed to stutter while spitting out piss. I tried to keep my mouth shut although some went in. Most of her pee went over my face, into my hair and on the floor. Some went up my nose, I had to try to blow it out but it made me cough which made me pee. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I attempted to say as I spluttered.
Slag
It came as expected, all over my face, into my mouth which I closed as quickly as possible. We lay there wet and smelly for quite a while longer.
Master
I watched them struggle first with the realisation and then with the fact of the piss. Half an hour later I went in. “Oh dear girls what a mess, we had better get cleaned up,” I started untying them. When I had freed them both I made them lift the bench and move it to the side. “Now the floor’s all wet, you better clean it. You can lick it up or roll in it soaking the pee up with your tee shirts.” They elected to roll in it.
When the tee shirts were fully soaked I attached the leashes to their collars and led them crawling all the way to the shed and put them in. “I think it’s disgusting that you go about without knickers,” taking two pairs out of my pocket I threw them in the shed. I had lit a couple of dozen candles so they could see what was happening. I shut and locked the door.
I watched them on my computer again, having a hidden mini camera affixed to the wall. It was just a matter of waiting for dark.
Slag
This is fucking disgusting soaked in pee and then made to roll in it on the floor, our tee shirts were soaked. We absolutely stank, I could hardly stand being with myself let alone Anita. He obviously smiled as he made us do these humiliating things. He put the leashes back on us and we crawled out having our bare bums smacked with a riding crop.
We were pushed into a shed, knickers thrown to us and the door locked. We put the knickers on, quite embarrassed in each other’s company after what we had been through. There were no windows so the light came from the twenty or so candles that were on little shelves dotted about the walls. Two blankets, a large carton of what looks like water, plenty of sandwiches and a plastic bucket.
“Looks like we will be here for a while, food and water that will last for hours and a bucket, very generous of him.” I said.
“May as well make the best of it,” said Slut folding a blanket and sitting on it leaning against the wall.
“Fuck it,” I said “We have no instructions to keep this on,” I said taking the wet tee shirt off. “Shoes, destroyed stockings, suspender belt and collar with attached leash. I think we would be in trouble for taking off. Knickers and tee shirts have no instructions. Anita took her tee shirt off. We hung them from the shelves weighted down with candles.
Sitting in our knickers we sweated, it was a hot day, there was no air in this shed and we sweated. He had left us a glass to drink the warm water from. We had a drink each. “There is no point in saving the water, there is plenty and if we have to pee in front of each other it can’t be any worse than what we have done. After a while we had a sandwich each, making it into a picnic.
I fell asleep as much from boredom as the heat, we chatted and knew much more about each other. I awoke sometime later, hot, sweaty and thirsty; Anita was still asleep. I helped myself to a drink of lukewarm water and waited. Sometime later the door opened, it was beginning to get dark outside. Sir stood there, dressed in black with a wicked smile on his face.
Master
“So you don’t like the tee shirts I have given you?” I asked rhetorically. “Spread the blankets on the floor and lay on them on your backs. Arms by your side. I’ll leave the door open. It stinks in here.” I picked up a candle and poured wax over both of them. They both let out a yell.
“I would be quiet if I were you as you will be outside soon and you would not want the neighbours watching, or perhaps you would,” I laughed, picking up another candle and aiming at their tits splashing a lot of wax on them. They grunted and stayed quite quiet. If you weren’t such trollops you’d have kept you tops on, but no, you had to flaunt your tits. I sent another lot of wax over their stomachs.
The candles were mainly in glasses so they held a lot of wax, being kind I dropped it from a great height allowing it to cool somewhat. “I bet you are glad you kept your knickers on for once,” I said as I spilt wax over their pussies. From their reaction I think the knickers helped. “Turn over.” I started at their shoulders and worked down their backs. By the time I reached their arses which were hardly protected by their knickers I had used six candles. I picked two candles up and starting a little lower poured wax all over their arse cheeks.
“You may use the bucket if you want. It will be your last chance before morning.” I offered. I leaned against the door jamb, having picked up my large glass of whisky from the shelf. They looked uncertain until Slag squatted over the bucket and peed. Slut followed suit.
“Put your tee shirts on, Slut come with me.” There are several large trees in the garden which is almost an acre and not overlooked, they do not know this. I took slut to a mature copper beech. It was quite dark but the full moon made it easier to clip her cuffs to the hooks placed for that very purpose. Her arms stretched up and wide and her legs spread. I kissed her, tasting piss amongst other things.
I went for Slag and led her to an oak tree, big, old and gnarled. I fastened her in a similar fashion. I kissed her before grasping the crotch of her knickers, bunching it and lifting so it bisected her pussy. Using the waistband of her knickers I lifted them so that Slag was trying to raised herself to relieve the pressure. I let go and spread the crotch out as it should be and rubbed her pussy through it, I could feel some moistness.
Slut was waiting patiently, as if she had a choice, for me to pay attention to her. I ran my finger up and down her knickers’ crotch, easing it into her moist orifice, she was smiling. I took a pair of scissors out of my pocket, pulled her tee shirt out just above her nipple. I cut a piece out and when I let it go back I manipulated her tit through the hole. I repeated the process on her other tit. I evened them up and I must admit they looked spectacular trying to force their escape. I was tempted to suck her nipples but the thought of the piss coating put me off, instead I just squeezed them.
“Good girl,” I walked to Slag. I cut her tee shirt exposing her tits, poking through her tee shirt. I twisted her nipples, walked to the shed where I had left a flogger and my Scotch. With my whisky in my left hand and my favourite homemade flogger in the other. I hit Slag’s exposed tits, they looked so good in the moonlight. She let out quiet little squeaks with each hit. I moved to her thighs left then right before aligning with her pussy and striking it rapidly.
“Thank you sir,” she said when I stopped, I took a sip of my whisky and kissed her long and hard. I took my scissors out of my pocket and cut her knickers at the crotch. I left her to attend to Slut who was smiling. She pushed her tits out but before I hit them I cut her knickers at the crotch, leaving the waistband for use later.
I hit her tits, she may be a bit overweight but the way her tits wobbled as I hit them was charming. Even though I am not a tit man I am going to enjoy these over the next few days. I carried on striking them, occasionally sipping my whisky as I went. I moved down to her thighs, which also gave a wobble. She let out a louder squeak as I hit her pussy the first time and became higher pitched with each stroke.
Returning to my little stash by the shed I put my whisky and flogger down and stripped off. I picked up a vibrator and went back to Slut. I pulled her to me by the waistband of her knickers so her pussy was pushed out. I fucked her, she was pushing herself forward as far as she could. My balls were hitting her, I was near to coming when she screamed. I pulled out, turned the vibrator on full and shoved it right into her. Kissed her and headed for Slag.
“Thank you Sir,” she gasped as I left.
I pulled Slag to me using her knickers waistband and went right into her warm wet pussy. I held my cock as far in as it would go, almost lifting her. While grabbing both her tits I pulled my cock out and rammed it back again and again. I didn’t give a toss about her. I kept banging in and out and hurting her tits. I came into her again, almost lifting her.
“Oh thank you Sir, thank you, that was fantastic, I’m fucked,” she gasped.
Same for me I thought as I went to Slut and removed the vibrator. I used her mouth to clean it, went to the shed picked up a chair from the side and my whisky put the chair where I could see them both, sat down and just looked from one to the other while I drank my Scotch, completely fucked.
Slut
Sir came into the shed, it was going dark outside. He was angry that we had taken the tee shirts off so made us lie on the floor. The candles were for more than light, he dropped hot wax on us. It burns particularly on my boobs, I’m glad I kept my knickers on as the wax would have hit my pussy without them. The ones he dripped on my bum were the worst.
We were made to put the smelly, stiff but at least dry tee shirts on. He took me outside, it was quite warm for the time of night and fastened me to a tree. My arms and legs were spread, he played with my pussy and he left me for Slag. On his return he cut holes in my tee shirt so my boobs poked out, they looked different like this, I like them like this. He twisted my nipples.
He disappeared again and I heard sounds of a whip and quiet screams from Slag. Come on it’s my turn, beat me fine, but please fuck me. Please, please. He soon granted my first wish, after cutting my knickers to expose my pussy he hit my boobs with a flogger, then my thighs before hitting my pussy. He was nonchalantly sipping whisky while he hit me, almost as if I didn’t matter. He walked off. Returned without the whisky, flogger and clothes, grabbed the waistband of the remains of my knickers, pulled me forward and fucked me. Oh how he fucked me, I was screaming inside until I climaxed and released the scream, Before he left me, a quivering wreck he pushed a vibrating vibrator into my pussy!
Slag
I heard Slut being hit and fucked, and wanted it to be me, please Sir, me. He came to me and seemed quite worked up. He grabbed my waistband, yanked me forward and his cock was in me before I knew what was happening. He held my tits painfully and pushed his cock so far in almost lifting me. Next second his cock was completely out then he rammed it in again. He seemed out of control, I would have liked to hold him to hold on for the ride, instead of being fixed to the knobbly tree which was hurting my back.
I was in agony, back, tits, arse and pussy, I was in ecstasy centred around my pussy. He rammed in again and again, I came in an extremely wet way. He shot a large load into me, pulled out and moved away. I kept saying thank you. I tried to hold his spunk in, I wanted to keep it. He sat drinking his whisky, watching us.
Master
I enjoyed sitting in the semi darkness looking at two well fucked girls with a very good Scotch in my hand. Ah well, I can’t sit here all night. I went and got the hosepipe, the water it squirted was not cold, there was some hot in it to make it bearable. It was, however, high pressure.
“You both stink, I am not letting you in the house in that state.” I turned the hose on Slag, starting at her tits and working all the way down and up again. I paid particular attention to her spread pussy. Moving back to lessen the pressure I did her face and head.
Turning the hose off I unfastened her right wrist. “Undo the others and stand by the shed.” I went to Slut and sprayed her, she pushed her tits out as soon as I started and her pussy when I reached that area, she was enjoying this and I loved the way her tits were indented when the spray hit them. When she was reasonably clean, her tee shirt stuck to her. I helped her free herself and stood her together with Slag.
“Face the shed with your hands high against it, even in this light their arses looked beautiful where they showed under the tee shirts. I turned the water on and sprayed both of them, head to toe. “Right girls in the house, take the tee shirts and knickers off and put them over there.” We went into the house.
The girls were standing in the lounge looking dishevelled, wet and well fucked wearing red shoes, suspender belt and the ravaged nylon stockings. They looked ridiculous. I walked around Slut, as well as her clothing, her arse, tits and thighs were red. Her hair hung down, dripping wet. Water was dripping off her nipples, I licked it off.
Slag was in a similar state, I fingered her pussy and waggled her tits. “You both look a mess, why can’t you keep your makeup in place I don’t know. You need to shower, scrub your face, wash and dry your hair before you come to bed. Before that you need to clean my cock.”
They were rapidly kneeling and licking my cock, one on each side, Slag got down and licked my balls and my thighs where her juices had flowed. Fuck, I was going to get hard again if I didn’t stop them, I stopped them I needed to save myself for later. I washed and went to bed.
I was asleep when they came to bed. I had a not unfamiliar dream that some gorgeous girl was sucking my cock and guess what, a gorgeous girl was sucking my cock! It was Slag and she was doing a good job but I did not want to orgasm this soon. I grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her up. I kissed her long and hard and in my best sexy voice I said – “Go and brew up.”
She looked gobsmacked, but a slap on the arse soon had her moving. The noise of the slap woke Slut who looked round bewildered. “Good morning Sir, is there any way I can serve you?”
“Yes you can get me some boxers out of the top drawer and then crawl in front of me to the lounge. I expect to be entertained so make sure you give a good wiggle.” I put on the boxers and watched Slut’s naked arse as she slowly, with exaggeration crawled out.
We sat on the couch drinking our tea. “It’s good to sit next to you, all clean and sweet smelling, long may it last.”
“Thank you Sir,” said Slut.
We finished our tea. “Go out and clear up the back, the mess you made yesterday and bring my clothes in.”
When they returned I gave them further instructions. “Slut make me a fresh brew, Slag, there is a room through the playroom, go in there and you will find a box with your name on it, bring it in here.” This should be interesting, Sasha had left each of them a set of clothes in a box. We had discussed some of them but Sasha had the final say of the details.
Slut and I sat down with Slag in front of us. “Open the box, you are going to do a reverse striptease, dress with the clothes in the box.” She opened the box and took each item out, spreading them on the other couch. Selecting a lilac coloured suspender belt she fastened it around her hips, sat down and slowly rolled a lilac stocking up her left leg in such a way that her pussy was winking at me through the whole operation. She did similar with the other stocking, smoothing them both up her legs.
She chose a similar coloured corset, it was fastened using purple laces. She stepped into it and pulled it up her body, it was about nine inches in height, only really covering her waist. Holding it in place she turned her back and invited us to fasten the lace. Slut started pulling the lace through and tightening it. “Breath in,” I ordered as I grabbed the laces and pulled them tight. We fastened them.
Slag stood and started gyrating in front of us. She picked up the knickers, I was about to stop her. She was dressed as much as she needed to be, but I noticed they were crotchless. She was doing sexy things with them, between her legs and rubbing her tits. The waistband and the part that connected to the split crotch was made up of lilac coloured crystals. She sat down and with a gape of pussy put one leg into the ‘knickers’, she pulled them up and then down again so she could put the other leg in.
My cock was tenting my boxers, noticed by both girls, hard to miss really. Slag stood again, turned her back on me, bent and oh so slowly pulled the knickers up while wiggling her arse. Slut’s hand insinuated itself into my boxers and slowly bobbed on my cock. Slag turned round, pushed her hips out and made a display of putting each side of the knicker’s crotch around her pussy. Fuck me, I’m not sure it will be as much fun watching her take them off.
She went to pick up the bra. “Leave that, Slut go and get your box. Slag sit next to me.”
Slag
Hosed down, called dirty, made to shower and make ourselves respectable before going to bed. Over an hour later we made it, sod him I set my phone alarm, I’d wake up before him and give him a blow job.
I had him nice and hard, his cock hitting the back of my throat, he’ll wake up coming down my throat! he’ll love it.
Suddenly my hair was pulled and I was staring at his face, he kissed me really long then he whispered so lovingly ‘make a brew’! We had to clean up outside before he sent me for a box. What a room, it was massive, full of all sorts of clothes, I’ve never seen anything like it. There was a box with my name, well slag on it. Curiouser and curiouser, I carried the box into the lounge. I opened it and took out a complete sexy wardrobe which I laid out on the settee.
I was expected to put the clothes on like the opposite of a striptease. I started with the suspender belt, I intended to keep my naughty bits as exposed as possible. I spent a long time putting my stockings on, sliding my hands up all the way to the top, while ‘accidentally’ flashing my pussy.
The next thing I picked up was a waspy. Lilac with purple piping and laces. What is the best way to put it on? The sexiest way would be to step into it and pull it up, would I get it over my fat arse? I would look stupid if it didn’t fit. I would look even more stupid pulling it over my head. Step on and hope! It worked. I got it over my bum and up to my waist.
I turned my back on Sir and Slut so they could tighten the laces. I was told to breathe in and the waspy was pulled really tight. The constriction forced feelings up to you know where and down to you know what. My nipples poked out and my pussy moistened. I twerked in front of them before picking up the knickers. Knickers is not the word for them, lilac crystals joined together, surrounding my pussy and cutting across my bumhole.
I sat down and put one leg into them, flashing as I did so. Sir’s boxers were standing to attention and Slut was sneaking her hand towards it. Eventually I had them on so I stood, pushed my hips forward and made a point of putting the crystals on each side of my pussy. I went to pick up the bra, just that, the dress and shoes to put on now when Sir stopped me. He sent Slut for her box and I sat next to Sir. God I felt sexy, even beautiful, I’m not, but my nipples could be designated as lethal weapons, I could stab someone with them.
Master
The difference in Slag is amazing, from the pathetic knicker seller begging to serve, to this radiant young lady, full of confidence. She looked at me with her big eyes, smiling. “Please can I suck your cock?” she said, not begging, a girl who knows what she wants. She is choosing to be in this position.
“No, you can straddle me, facing away, with my cock in your pussy. You may slowly fuck me while we watch Slut get dressed.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said. Master? A change perhaps, our relationship was changing. She mounted me putting my cock into her wet pussy, I held her by her tits. Slut came in with her box, she opened it and spread the items out. Totally different from Slags, all burgundy and black.
Slut selected the corset, much more substantial than Slag’s little thing. She put it round her back and started fastening the clasps at the front. She started at the top which was half way up her tits, supporting them. Breathing in she managed to fasten it down to the end which was above her pubic area. She did a twirl, her bum looks big in this, amazingly spankable, her tits were pushed up.
She turned her back and offered us the ribbons to tighten it. This was not an easy option with Slag squatting on my cock and I certainly did not want her to get off. Slag, while I held her steady pulled the ribbons tighter. Slut bent forward and twerked.
Standing facing us she put her arms above her head as she swayed about, her nipples spiked out of the top, the areolas half moons. The corset took a lot of inches off her waist, an hourglass figure if ever I saw one. What with my cock being slowly massaged by a warm wet pussy and my optic nerve being delighted by the vision in front of me I was near to climax.
Letting go of Slag’s tits I grabbed her hips and stopped her movement. The cocky bitch started flexing her cunt muscles. “If I come before I want to you shall really suffer.”
“Thank you Master,” she stopped and remained still. Slut picked up the black stockings, she was having trouble bending so sat down hooked a stocking onto her foot and holding it lifted her leg. Keeping it straight she pulled the stocking up, flashing her pussy as she did so. Fastening it to the suspenders dangling from the corset. Repeating with the other leg she bent and put on the ridiculously high black shoes.
Marching up and down to show off before twerking in front of us again. What next I wondered? She picked up two ostrich feathers, one red, one black. I had no idea about this, I had arranged with Sasha about the corset, the rest I had left to her.
Slut came to me and I saw the feathers were attached to a butt plug. She made a point of inserting it in her pussy, wet enough to lubricate it. She held it out to Slag, bent over and stretched her arsehole. Slag looked at me and I nodded. She slowly inserted it into Slut’s arse. Slut got down on her knees and forearms, arched her back and slowly and sexily crawled around. I pushed Slag forward and rammed into her, fuck this holding back, I fucked her, shooting into her pussy.
Slut
Bloody hell, Slag looks so good, so sexy and so confident. She’s glowing. She’s beautiful. I have to go for my box now, what a let down I’ll be. There was a big difference between mine and Slags box. Her lilac, virginal outfit while mine was red and black more whore than virgin. I liked it, the corset / basque was completely wanton. I put it on and wow did it feel good, it had bones in it held me in and only part covered my boobs.
I breathed in and Slag pulled the ribbons tight, my waist had not been this small since I was about thirteen and then neither my bum and boobs had been this big. I slowly raised my hands above my head as I swayed my whole body. Gradually my hard nipples crept from behind the corset, morning has broken! The corset was well designed as well as nipple exposure. The bottom of it did not cover my pussy.
It was not easy to bend so I sat and pulled a stocking on stretching my leg in the air, showing my moist pussy. Although he has seen my pussy plenty of times, this glimpse seems to get him more worked up. Men! I fastened the stocking to the corset’s integral suspenders. After I had done the same with the other leg I put the silly high heeled shoes on. Slag was slowly bouncing on Sir’s cock, I wish it was me.
What next? Knickers, dress or feathers? The feathers were attached to a butt plug, great big ostrich feathers, red and black. It had to be the feathers. I stood in front of them both spread my legs and pushed my hips forward. I inserted the plug into my pussy to lubricate it before giving it to Slag. I turned round, bent as well as I could and spread my cheeks. I felt the plug going into my bum, when in all the way I crawled away my boobs scraping the carpet, back arched and feathers flying.
Master
“Stand up and stand properly,” I ordered as I pulled my boxers up. “You both look spectacular and will spend the rest of the day like that. Once you have had your reward. Take the feathers out and both put your dresses on.” I would decide whether Slag needed to wear the bra when I saw her in her dress. The dresses were full and very full. “Spin round,” I asked and I will say the skirts splayed out quite far, if they had a few yards of underskirt you would say rock and roll.
I decided that Slag didn’t need a bra, Slut didn’t need knickers and I needed some clothes. Slut, while Slag puts her shoes on, go and fetch me something to wear.”
When we were all suitably attired we set off, with an arm around each small waist to the local pub for lunch. Following lunch and a walk on the beach we returned to the house. “Dresses off girls, bring me your feathers Slut I will put them in for you.”
“Please Master, can I have some feathers?” asked Slag.
“I don’t know, they will be kept in the dressing room if there are any more, I never go in there. You may go and look, you have ten minutes.” Slut returned, “Lay on the table with your legs open.” I took the butt plug from her. I kissed her pussy, “Open wider,” I ordered as I put my tongue further in her. I moved my mouth away and slapped her pussy.
“Yow!” she yelled. I pushed the plug into her pussy, out again then slowly into her arse.
“You may as well stay there with your cunt wide open as I’m going to fuck your brains out. I may take a photo of you with the feathers up your arse and spunk dripping out of your cunt to send to your friends at work.” I was holding her tits which I had pushed out of her corset and fucking her hard.
“Yes please Sir whatever you want to do with me.” Her legs were round my waist. She was panting, passion or unable to breathe properly because of the corset. I slowed down, undecided whether to climax now or hold on for a while. I felt her cunt tighten around my cock and her panting became faster and louder. As soon as she calmed down I pulled out. “Put your tits back.” I commanded
Slag was back carrying a feathered butt plug. It was amazing Sasha’s probably got a sky hook and a long stand in there. “On your knees both of you and clean my cock and balls.” I sat back and enjoyed it. “Okay Slag give me the plug, Slut stick your cunt out.” I put the plug in, picking up the juices that were leaking from her. “Spread your arse Slag,” I inserted it with little resistance.
“Thank you Master,” she said.
“I think we’ll take an afternoon nap,” I said, leading them to the bedroom.
Slag
I watched Slut dress, it was very sexy. When she produced her feather butt plug I was so jealous. As she crawled away with her arse in the air and her feathers waving I wanted some. When we returned from the pub I asked if I could have a feather butt plug. He did not know if there was another but sent me into the dressing room to look.
What a place, an Aladdin’s cave, full of everything, racks of dresses, mountains of underwear, oodles of bondage things, some I had no idea how they were used. In drawers and on shelves an assortment of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and much much more, including another butt plug with feathers. I could have spent hours in there just looking around but time was running out.
He’d been fucking Slut while I was looking for the plug and we licked and sucked his balls. He put my feathered plug in Slut’s pussy before he put it into my bumhole. We lay down for a while but I could not sleep the tight waspie around my waist, the butt plug in my bum and the feeling in my pussy outweighed the tiredness.
Master
I woke feeling refreshed, both girls were awake. “Okay let’s have a brew.” We all got up, had a cup of tea prior to me assessing how they looked. I adjusted Slut’s tits so her nipples were half exposed and Slag’s knickers so they surrounded her pussy lips. “Beautiful girls, crawl to the playroom waving your feathers as you go.”
I watched them leave, black and red feathers from one arse and pink from the other. “Kneel girls,” I put a blindfold on both of them. I put a handcuff on Slut’s wrist connecting it to her upper arm. I connected her other wrist to her other upper arm, which held her arms behind her, pushing her tits out and over her corset. She looked good. I repeated the process with Slag. Her unfettered tits poked out.
I took my boxers off and brandished my cock under Slut’s nose, she opened her mouth. “Put your tongue out,” they both obeyed. I ran my cock over both one after the other before entering first Slag’s then Slut’s mouth. While they were sucking me I gathered their hair and put it in a ponytail. I lifted both of them by these ponytails and led them to a waist high bench. I bent them over it so the feathers were standing almost as perpendicular as my cock.
“Oh girls you look so beautiful from here, arses up, feathers up and your so wet dirty, glistening cunts.” I slapped both their arses with a leather belt.
“Yeowww,” screamed Slag. The blow was totally unexpected.
“Yeooooww,” screamed Slut.
“As beautiful as you look from here, a few red bands will improve it.” I smacked them again. I went to the head end and lifted Slut’s head by her ponytail and put my cock back into her mouth. Repeating this with Slag. I pulled a full length mirror in front of Slag, removed her blindfold and pulling her hair back I fucked her. We were both watching in the mirror, her tits started swinging, eventually circling in opposite directions, slapping together. Fuck I was near to climax and wanted to fuck Slut.
I let go of her hair and moved to Slut, I removed her blindfold, pulled her head back and fucked her. Although her tits were loose they were still a bit restricted by the corset. Nice to watch though. I climaxed into her, “Slag come round here and clean up Slut’s cunt.” I moved to put my cock in Sluts mouth.
Slut
I felt like the queen as I crawled out with my feathers standing proud, knowing Sir was admiring my arse and pussy. Blindfold and kneeling with his cock in my mouth, he held my hair and I thought he was going to pull my mouth further on to his cock. He put my hair in a ponytail which he used to lead me to a bench which I was bent over. It was narrow so my bum was right in the air.
I heard a slap and scream seconds before I felt a sting across my bum, fuck that hurt particularly as I wasn’t expecting it. Another slap and scream so I was ready for the next one. It still hurt. The sound of something being moved before a different sort of slapping. He was fucking Slag, hey what about me!
My blindfold was removed he pulled my head back and I was watching myself being fucked in a large mirror. My tits were whirling about, I couldn’t stop them with my hands tied, they were hurting rubbing against the half bra of the corset. He shot into me and I cleaned his cock while Slag cleaned my pussy.
Master
I put collars and leashes on both of them and bent them over the bench again. I fastened the leash so they were bent right over, feathers flying high. “You look so good like that girls, I’ll take some photos.” I took several, separate and together and by kneeling right down I could get everything in from face to feathers. I went for a well earned shower.
A shower, a sit down with a book and a look on the internet had me ready to see the girls again. Feathers still flying high and arses up in the air with fading red patches, they still looked good. “Well girls as much as I enjoy seeing you like this we must get things done.” I unclipped the leash from the floor and eased them upright.
“Please Sir, can we go for a wee?” asked slut.
“Of course off you go.” I tried not to laugh as they hurriedly tottered out on their high heels with their arms behind them. When they returned fannies unwiped I could not resist tweaking their nipples. They should not push their tits out in such an inviting way if they did not want me to touch them. I unfastened them but had them stand with their arms behind them so the effect was the same.
“I am going to order a Chinese takeaway to be delivered, you two will answer the door. You will have to cover your pussies and nipples, both put thongs on, Slag put your bra on, Slut, put your tits away.” Slut tucked her tits into her corset, just covering her nipples. “You will go and put makeup on, over the top, bright red lips, false eye lashes etcetera. You will look like cheap whores. There is a selection of makeup, get ready.”
The girls tottered off and I went for a sit down and a glass of wine. I ordered the Chinese after twenty minutes which allowed them about fifteen minutes to finish getting ready. Ten minutes later the girls came in, wow, angel and devil. They had applied their makeup in keeping with their clothes. Slut looked like a very attractive female devil, red around her eyes sloping upwards on the outer edges and bright red lips and red horns on her head.
Slag’s makeup made her look so virginal, long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes looked massive. She had a tiara on her head and Victoria’s secret wings on her back. They were both wearing knickers so pussies were covered, Slag had put her bra on, nipples just visible. The feathers were still the centre of attraction.
Slag
Bent over with the feathers upright, he left us. Spanked and fucked, satisfied. We talked about our experience. “Are you glad you came?” I asked.
“Fucking right,” she said leaving little room for doubt. “I need a wee, I hope he’s back soon.”
“Me too,” I agreed. He was not too long, we both managed to stay dry. We were to get ready to greet the delivery boy. We decided I would be an angel, I had seen some wings in the dressing room and Slut would be a devil.
We were dead chuffed with the result, a lot of giggling went into attaining this but we were more serious when we went out. Sir was pleased with us, in fact his boxers tented almost as soon as we walked out.
The doorbell rang, my stomach churned, actually facing strangers like this, particularly with feathers up my bum. We giggled as we teetered to the door. I opened the door, three men looked me up and down, their eyes were all over the place flitting from me to Slut who took a bag from them and turned and walked away. Their jaws literally dropped open as they saw the feathers in her bum. I took the other bag, holding the boy’s hand as I did so. “Thank you so much, just wait a moment while I find some money you deserve a tip,” as if they hadn’t had enough reward. I turned and bent over to pick up a bag, my feathers rustled as I did so giving them a lovely view of my bum. I found a fiver and gave it to the youngest looking boy, holding his hand for slightly too long.
The three of them were statues as I closed the door. I wondered how long it would be before they moved. I was giggling as I went back into the lounge. Slut was also giggling as she tried to tell Sir what had happened while she was dishing the food out on the table. As we were eating I told Sir of my experience with the boys. I even told him how wet I had got and how my nipples had poked out and how I wanted to be fucked. By him not the delivery boys.
Master
I was quite worked up by the time we had finished the meal. “I watched you dress so now it is time for you to strip for me. Slut go first, find some devil music,” she had Alexa play ‘Dancing with the Devil’ by Demi Lovato. She danced and started by undoing the suspenders, which allowed her stockings to drop a little but not fall down. Starting at the top she unfastened each clasp on the front of the corset.
I pulled Slag down so that her head was on my stomach and my cock in her mouth. This still allowed her to watch the striptease. As more flesh was exposed Sluts tits came into view and marks could be seen on her stomach which when the corset was completely open red lines from the bones showed how tight it had been. She wiggled about holding the corset behind her as if she was drying her back with a towel, only sexy.
She threw it to one side, held her tits and pointed them at me, her nipples protruding and used like gun barrels. She slowly pulled the elastic at the waist of her knickers out until it snapped. They fell down her left leg and rested on her ankle. Turning her back with her legs spread she bent down and unfastened her shoes. The feathers fanned the air and her gleaming pussy was there for all to see.
Sitting on the floor with the feathers between her legs protruding in front of her she rolled down a stocking. Her legs spread with her pussy peeping through the feathers. The second one came off, I had to pull Slag off my cock, I was much too near climax. Slut stood and waved the stockings around before holding them top and toe between her legs she sawed them up and down over her pussy. The grand finale of her performance she looped the stockings sound my neck and gave me a long lingering kiss.
“Beautiful Slut, as a reward you may keep the clothes, I will expect you to be wearing the corset next time I come to the restaurant without knickers. I will check.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
Slut
I had to do a striptease, It’s not something I do, I’m not normally a show off. I did a decent job of putting them on so just reverse the process. I started with the corset, what a relief to be able to breathe normally after all this time. The bones had left stripes in my flesh, that’s it starting a diet when I get home. I want to keep the feather butt plug in, how do I get the knickers off over it? I put my thumbs in the waistband and sexily pulled it up and down, sometimes giving a flash of pussy. Further and further out until, thank you God, the elastic snapped. I let them fall down my leg.
I sat on the floor so the feathers were in front of me. I spread my legs in and out in time with the music before I rolled my stockings down and had them going between my legs coating them with pussy juice and there was plenty of that Sir had stopped Slag from sucking his cock, she didn’t look as though she was swallowing, perhaps he’s saving it for me! Fuck it, take a chance. I looped my stockings round his neck and kissed him, kissed him like I’ve never kissed anyone before.
Wow I almost climaxed, he said I was to wear the corset without knickers next time he came to the restaurant! Oh heaven, I’ll be coming on the job!
Slag
I was getting quite worked up watching Slut’s striptease while sucking Sir’s cock. He would not let me use my hands so I sucked and ran my tongue around it. When she, daringly in my opinion, hooked his neck, pulled him to her and kissed him I was forced between his belly and her lower belly. I could smell her pussy. I was having difficulty breathing, if the kiss had lasted much longer I might have died. Slut told me that if the kiss had lasted much longer she might have died.
We exchanged places. She had his cock in her mouth before I could set my music, it had to be Robbie Williams’ ‘Angels’ on repeat. Where do I start or more importantly where do I want to finish? I would like to have my waspie, stockings and suspender belt on near the end. This would mean showing my tits and pussy first which I think strippers leave until the last. Sir’s seen it all so I hope this works.
Next question: should I get rid of the wings? Can I take my bra off without removing the wings? I’ll give it a go. I managed to unfasten my bra and fortunately it slipped off my shoulders. I slid my hands under my boobs, lifting them as I pushed the bra to the floor. I saw the problem that Slut had, knickers are not easy to get over feathers stuck in your bum.
Snapping the elastic would just be copying Slut, I pulled each side up and down as she had done. I backed up to Sir while doing this, I gave him the back of the waistband and pulled away, bending forward I managed to get the feathers to jump over the knickers. I put my hands on the floor and kicked my legs up, He had my knickers in his hand.
I spread my legs, did a porpoise move before getting up. I danced to Robbie, I was now wearing shoes, stockings, suspender belt, waspie, feathers, wings and tiara. I think I look good like this, taking anything else off would be detrimental. How can I indicate that I have finished? Sir was still holding my knickers. I danced up to him, pirouetting a few times, I took the knickers off him and looped them behind his neck and like Slut I kissed him long and hard. I was squeezing Slut as she had me, Sir’s hands moved to grip my arse.
Fuck me, yes please, I am so wet, I need to be fucked.
Master
“Get on your knees, both of you,” I looked down at them. “You have been good girls and deserve a reward, go into the playroom. They crawled off, feathers flying. I followed them. I fixed cuffs on their wrists and hoisted them up facing each other about four foot apart. Devil and angel, I inserted vibrators in both pussies. I must admit Slag in her few clothes looked sexier than naked slut.
“Slut you are under dressed, go and find one of those corset type things, nothing that covers your cunt or tits.” I unfastened her and turned their vibrators on with my remote control. I went to Slag and pinched both nipples, “Well my angel are you going to be angelic or shall I stick to the devil?” I had my finger on her clit before she could answer.
“Oh I think you will be better off in heaven than in hell, Sir. I can transport you there.” I kissed her.
“I’m sure you can but you can make me happy just watching you suffer. How would you like to watch me fuck Slut to orgasm while you cannot do anything about it and if you could I would not allow it. When you have spent the night uncomfortable and celibate I will take you out as you are although without the wings and a mini dress on. I would bend you over the fence at the back of the pub and invite the men there to fuck you, cunt or arse and charge them a fiver each. I would of course give you twenty percent of my takings, after of course expenses.”
Her nipples were poking out and rock hard, her pussy was leaking, she was shaking. I pinched both nipples hard and she screamed not in pain but in orgasm. I carried on pinching her nipples as I kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you Master, Sir, Owner, everything.” Slut returned with something which was a cross between a waspie and her corset, it pulled her waist in beautifully. “Please stop the vibrator, Master,” begged Slag. I ignored her and refastened Slut with her hands up.
Slag
We were strung up with a vibrator in our pussies. Sir had a remote and turned mine on. He sent Anita to the dressing room and came to me, fuck he squeezed my nipples really hard, it brought tears to my eyes. I said I could take him to heaven. He said he could do that just by watching me suffer. Bent over the fence while he charged people to fuck me, in the arse as well as the cunt. He won’t do that tomorrow will he? he can’t, can he? I didn’t agree to that. My pussy was leaking and the tidal wave of orgasm was about to hit the shore. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed them even harder. Shit, the wave hit and I screamed.
I called him owner, he can own me if he wants he can make money from me fucking other men if he commands it, I will do anything for him. Including be Michelle’s lackey, secretary, housekeeper and anything else she wants me to do.
Master
“You look good Slut, I have just been discussing with Slag about bending her over the fence behind the pub and charging men a fiver to fuck her arse or cunt. It seemed to work her up, can you picture that? Perhaps blindfold so you couldn’t see who was fucking you. Now look at you, your nipples are poking out and your cunt is dripping. Would you like to have Slag next to you while a stranger fucked you up the arse?” I grabbed her nipples and like her compatriot she gave a scream also an orgasm.
“Oh thank you, thank you, Sir.” she gasped.
Slut
Heather kept most of her things on and looked spectacular, better than me with nothing on. Sir sent me to put something on, this was the first time I had been in here apart from picking up my box. What a selection of everything sexy, I found an underbust corset, a waspie would have pushed all my fat out and looked disgusting.
I returned to see that Heather had climaxed and looked fucked. Sir told me he was going to bend her over the fence behind the pub and charge men to fuck her. I would be next to her blindfold while we were both fucked in the arse and cunt. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed hard. I screamed at the pain and my orgasm. Will he make us do it? I don’t want to be fucked by strangers and certainly not for money, what does he think I am? He knows what I am. A totally obedient slut who will do exactly what he tells me to do. So maybe tomorrow I will be fucked by random strangers. I thanked him profusely.
Master
“Well girls you have got so excited at the thought of being fucked by strangers. In the arse, in the cunt, both at once, you are so pathetic, such whores, not worth more than fucking in the dirt. I don’t think you are good enough for me to fuck, your dirty cunts and arseholes don’t deserve my cock.”
“Please Sir, please allow us to service you, my cunt is aching to serve you, I am pleading with you to let me serve you, any of my holes for your lovely cock.” said Slut.
“And me Sir, I need to serve you, to please you and only you. I would only fuck someone else if you ordered me to. My holes are for you to do with whatever you want.” Offered Slag.
“Lay on your bellies, arms and legs spread, nose on the floor.” I walked around them. “I can’t see that you are worth it, perhaps worth pissing on, would you like to be pissed on?”
“Whatever you desire Sir,” said Slag.
“And you, Slut?” I asked.
“I want you to piss on me, let me drink it, I am worthless, piss all over me, in my worthless cunt, my arse, my tits. Anything you want. You own me.” Said Slut.
What should I do? Do I want to piss on them? It would certainly put them in their place. “When I’ve pissed on you, will you lick any piss off the floor? You cannot leave a mess for Sasha to clean.”
“Yes Sir I will lick up your piss, I will do anything,” said Slag.
“And me, Sir and will you fuck us after we’ve licked up your piss?” asked Slut. They were still face down with their noses on the floor.
“Turn over, get close together, spread your legs, open your mouths.” I took out my semi erect cock and starting at their faces I pissed on them. From head to toe, concentrating on mouths, tits and cunts. “Go and get in the shower, filthy cunts, You have twenty minutes, to be stripped, showered and in the lounge bending over the back of the couch holding your arsehole open. Go.”
They shot off, the floor was wet with my piss, they were going to be busy tomorrow, cleaning up. I went into the lounge, poured a large Scotch and sat in an armchair and waited. With seconds to spare they came rushing in bent over the couch and spread their arse cheeks. They had done well, hair was still wet but otherwise quite presentable and sweet smelling.
p-0I picked up a slim cane and moved to them. Their arseholes were perfectly displayed, I hit the first one with the cane, right on her arsehole, she let go with her hands and screeched. “Get back,” I ordered and she quickly spread her cheeks again. I hit it again, she managed to keep her hands spreading her cheeks although she did let out another screech.
I grabbed her wet hair and pulled her head back, I bit her ear and whispered to Slag, “you may let go of your arse you miserable cunt.” I looked across at Sluts spread arse. I hit her arsehole which caused her to shriek and also let go. Without being told she quickly spread again. The second stroke also caused her to shriek. “Let go of your arse.”
I gave both of them five strokes across their arses with the necessary cries of pain. I slotted my cock in Slags cunt and after a couple of strokes I went into her arsehole, she screamed, the earlier smack had obviously left some residual tenderness. I slotted into Slut’s arse also accompanied by a yell. I did a few strokes in each hole.
“Turn round and open your mouth,” I ordered. They hurriedly turned round, knelt and opened their mouths. I slotted into Sluts mouth, a couple of fast strokes to the back of her throat before moving on and doing similar to Slag. “Back over the couch and spread.” I started again, two or three goes in each hole, turned them round while I did their mouths, always of course following an arsehole. I sent my sperm over their backs and rubbed it in.
“On your knees, crawl into the playroom,” I surveyed their arses as they went, each with five red stripes across. In the playroom I led them to the wet floor. “Lick it up,” I commanded. They both started, hair falling in the piss, arses delightfully up. “Lie in it and roll about,” their nice clean bodies were again soaked in piss. “Stand up. There are cleaning things over there in the cupboard, clean this piss up, when you have done that you can sleep in here.” I handcuffed their ankles to each other and left them on a long chain that would not allow them out of the room. I watched them on camera while I finished my last whisky before I went to bed.
Slut
It’s not fair, he set us up to imagine being fucked by strangers then called us names for getting excited and climaxing. I pleaded with him to allow us to serve him. Heather did the same, we were both near to tears. He said we are not worthy of being fucked by him, we are only worth pissing on. It’s not fair! I don’t want him to piss on me I want to please him by fucking him doing whatever he wants. If it pleases him to piss on me then so be it, I will be pissed on.
We agreed to be pissed on and made to lie on our backs, close together, mouths and legs open. I closed my eyes as the first warm piss hit my face. I kept my mouth open and a fair amount went in it. It went off me and I assumed onto Heather, I heard her splutter but kept my eyes closed. My tits were the next to feel it before he moved off then onto my pussy, a lot of pee went on my pussy.
We ran off to the shower, stripping as we went, the underwear we were wearing was soaked. We piled it in the bathroom. Showering as quickly as we could, washing each other’s backs. Clean, we shot out of the shower, drying ourselves as we went. With no time to dry our hair we rushed into the lounge, bent over the couch and I pulled my bum cheeks as far apart as I could. Please fuck me Sir. I thought, I didn’t dare say anything.
Slag
We got over the couch just in time, watching Anita’s tits bounce as she ran was quite fascinating until she grabbed them, I have no room to talk, mine were having a good bounce about. He was behind us looking at our exposed arseholes and cunts. Please God let him forgive us especially as we did nothing wrong.
Yeeeeooowww, he hit me right on the bumhole, fuck that hurt, I took hold of my cheeks again ready for the next one, it came very quickly and hurt even more. He pulled me back by my wet hair and whispered to let go of my arse cheeks and he called me a miserable cunt.
Slut
I guessed what was coming following the sounds of Heather being hit but the pain on my bumhole was worse than I thought, the second one was bad. The five across my bum cheeks stung as bad as anything he has hit me with. He fucked my cunt with a couple of strokes, then my bum, onto slag before ordering us to our knees and putting it in my mouth, almost down my throat and obviously straight out of Heather’s bum. My bumhole was screaming as soon as he entered me, those two smacks were certainly counting now.
He carried on with a few strokes in each hole, cunt, arse, mouth. Bend over, kneel down, eventually he climaxed over our backs. He made us crawl to the playroom, encouraging us with the odd tap of his cane. In the playroom he told us to lick up his pee, we both did without hesitation, our hair sweeping the pee around.
He made us roll in it, just showered now we were soaked in piss again. I was pleasing Sir, that’s all that mattered. We were ordered to stand, our ankles cuffed together and fixed to the wall on a long chain. We had to clean the room and sleep in it. He went out.
“Do you think he has forgiven us?” asked Heather as we walked to the cupboard to collect the cleaning stuff.
“I hope so, he is making us suffer,” I replied. In the cupboard were a couple of not very clean blankets as well as cleaning gear. We carried a mop bucket to the puddle of piss, and mopped it up. To make sure we emptied and refilled the bucket, added some sweet smelling disinfectant and mopped it again.
All this three legged walking was not easy. We looked around at the various pieces of torture furniture, “Is there anything we could sleep on in comfort, do you think?” I asked
She looked around, “Not while we are tied together.”
Well let’s take the blankets into a corner and snuggle together and try to sleep. We put one blanket doubled on the floor and lay on it, holding onto each other. Heather started to giggle, I started to giggle, I kissed her, she kissed me back. “I think we will be friends forever, not many people have been through what we have been through together.”
“You can say that again, I feel so close to you and I can feel your nipples stabbing me,” she giggled.
“And I can feel yours digging into me. To be honest I am wet and would love to come. After all we have been through, do you think he would let us come?”
“Not a hope in hell,” was my emphatic reply. We both giggled again. Her arms tightened around me and I held her closer and I put a leg between hers. Her hand came down between my legs. Oh fuck.
Slag
Naked, smelly and holding on to someone who had become my best friend. I hope Sir treats us better tomorrow. I cannot believe that after all he has put us through I am wanting him, I am undeniably horny. We were giggling after kissing quite passionately, Anita put her leg between mine. Admittedly I had to open them to facilitate this, her thigh was against my pussy, fuck. My stomach turned over, I swear there was a hot cannonball in there. I put my hand between Anita’s legs up against her pussy. It was wet!
I kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and then her lips, she did not protest. What am I doing? It’s his fault he tied us together, he forced us together, he forced me to love her. I love her? I think. She kissed me back, eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. I moved down to her neck and we both know where I was heading. I kissed all over her tits except her nipples.
She pushed me down and climbed on top of me, She pushed my tits together and sucked on my nipples. “Wait, what are we going to tell him?”
“Do you think he will ask?” she replied.
“If we lie we will be thrown out.” I countered.
“If we don’t we will be punished.” This sent shivers down my spine. One thing was certain we could not stop. “If he didn’t ask, would it be lying if we didn’t tell him?” Anita wondered out loud.
“Yes, he would call it lying. Look we are not going to stop, let’s fucking enjoy it and take our punishment tomorrow.” I put two fingers in her pussy and she bit on my nipple. It was awkward having an ankle shackled to Anita, she managed to get fingers in mine.
“We cannot do sixty nine with the cuff on us, I want to eat you and I want to be eaten by you. I’ll go first.” She kissed down my body until she reached my pussy, her tongue on my clit was magic. I squeezed my tender nipples, making my eyes water. The burning lump in my stomach migrated to my pussy and erupted in Anita’s face.
We rolled round, now I was on top, I started on her tits, pushing them together. I kissed alternate nipples, sucked alternate nipples and bit alternate nipples. She was letting out little squeaks, I put my tongue in her deep belly button. She was pushing my head down to her pussy, I moved down until I tasted her pussy juice. Two fingers in her and my mouth on her clit she was soon near climax. “Put a finger in my bum please,” she asked. I took my fingers out of her pussy and put one in her bum. I put my thumb into her pussy. Her hips came up, she yelled. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God.” She fell back.
We hugged and kissed until we eventually fell asleep. To quote Rhett Butler ‘tomorrow is another day’.
Master
I woke alone, well with an erection but that doesn’t count as company. I decided to get rid of my erection before I had a brew. In the playroom I came across them huddled together in the corner. The blanket had come off them and they were totally entwined arms and legs. I would suspect that some sort of sex had taken place here.
“Morning girls, rise and shine, up on your knees, tell me what has been going on.” They groggily got to their knees and looked up at me.
“Sir we had orgasms after you had gone we brought each other off,” said Slag.
“Do you want to leave?”
“No Sir, we want to be with you, to serve you,” answered Slut.
“Both of you?”
“Yes Sir,” responded Slag.
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
“Punish us Sir,” they both replied.
“Who instigated it?”
“I did,” they both replied.
“Okay, I will take Slut, Slag you will go around the house and clean up. There are clothes that need washing, some by hand, there are two beds that need stripping and remaking, the bedding washed and put on the line. Start with the bed in the spare room.” I unfastened their ankles and she went out.
“Slut in the play room you will find some leather harnesses, bring them out here.” I was quite pissed off with them, talking of which they both stink of piss. She came out with a selection of leather straps. “Get in the shower, you stink, you have five minutes to be back here.” She shot off, I started sorting the harnesses. I wanted something that I could get hold of in any part of her body.
I found one that seemed to fit the bill, “Put this on,” I instructed Slut. She put it over her head and worked out how to get her arms through it. It fitted round her tits and fastened at the back, I Pulled it tight and buckled it. Straps came down to her waist where they joined a belt, I fastened this for her as well. A selection of straps went down with crossovers to two that went around her thighs, several chains embellished the ensemble. There were rings in about ten separate parts. I pulled them all tight.
Wrist, ankle cuffs and a dog’s choke chain were added, as an afterthought I added two nipple clamps connected by a short chain. I admired my handiwork. “Crawl to the second bedroom,” I ordered and followed her out. “Kneel on the bed with your arse and cunt of display.” I went and got a mug of tea.
I checked to see what Slag was doing, she was washing pots. I left her to it. Slut was on the king size bed as instructed. With an upward swing I hit her cunt with a riding crop. “Yeooooowwww,” she screamed while falling onto the bed.
“What do you say?” I asked.
“Thank you Sir.”
“That’s right, you need to be grateful for what I am going to give you. Now tell me what a woman should do.”
“Whatever her Master requires, she is just here to fulfil his every whim with no thought for herself.” I pulled her to me and slammed into her cunt, she grunted but did not complain. I pulled out and went straight into her arsehole.
“Turn round.” I went into her mouth, she gagged as I hit the back of her throat. With my cock in her mouth I slapped her face.
“Fungugh, ir,” I think she was thanking me.
“On your back, spread your legs wide, wider, I’ll get your friend to hold them for me” I hit her pussy again.
“Yeeeooooww, Thank you Sir, please hit me again.” I did. “Thank you Sir, please hit me again.” I gripped the chain between her nipple clamps, pulled it, shoved my cock in her wet cunt and slapped the outside of her left tit hard. “Yeeeoooww, thank you Sir, ” she felt that. I repeated it before swapping hands, holding the chain with my right hand and hitting her right tit. She was crying tears rolling to the side of her face as she yelled and thanked me. I pulled out of her cunt and into her arse.
“Now you need to explain why you fucking someone while in my house without permission is wrong.”
“I only have the right to do what you allow, you may tell me to do whatever you want. My pleasure has nothing to do with it. I am just here for you. All my good feelings come from pleasing you.”
“Lie on your stomach head at the edge of the bed,” I clipped her wrists to her ankles. “Keep your legs open.” I pulled her head up and slotted my cock in her mouth, I hit her arse with the crop. She attempted to say thank you sir but was finding it difficult. I came into her mouth.
Slut
It took me a few seconds to come round when Sir woke us, we told him what we had done. The first reaction seemed to be that the tenting in his boxers disappeared. I think he had forgiven us and just came to get rid of his hard on. He sent Heather to clean up and me to find a leather harness.
I managed to put on the harness, he pulled it all tight, it surrounded my tits, clamped my stomach tight and joined straps around my thighs. Cuffs and a choke chain and I was ready. I crawled to the spare bedroom. Heather had changed the bed and I knelt on the crisp white sheets awaiting my fate. I had to wait for longer than I expected, When it did come the pain shot from my pussy to my vocal chords. I collapsed on the bed, screaming. I had to thank him and I meant it, I knew I would be punished when we did it, I just could not help it.
I had to tell him of my submissive situation before he slammed his cock into my cunt then my arse then my mouth almost making me throw up. He slapped my face while his cock was in my mouth. He put me on my back and made me spread my legs. I saw it coming, he hit my cunt with the crop, hard again, he was not holding back, I yelled and thanked him. I managed to keep my legs open and ask him to hit me again.
He rammed his cock in my cunt again, pulled the nipple clamp chain and slapped my tit, I thanked him and he hit me again, I was crying as he fucked and hit me. My other tit was hit. He was out of my cunt and into my arse without missing a beat. I was crying, he was ignoring me, I was approaching climax, I daren’t come, I daren’t ask.
He made me turn round, clipped my ankles to my wrists and fucked my mouth while hitting my arse. My eyes were watering from his cock hitting my throat. He spent into me and walked out. I tasted his cum, delicious and so grateful. I waited.
Master
I left Slut where she was and went to the kitchen, Slag was still busy. “Get on your knees and suck my cock clean.” She shot down and had my shrinking cock in her mouth immediately. She smelt of piss. This made me think, did Slut need a piss? I went back to her, “Have you had a piss this morning?”
“No Sir.”
“Not even in the shower?”
“No Sir, you did not say to piss.”
“Stupid cunt, go and have one.” I unclipped her cuffs and went back to Slag. “Have you had a piss?”
“Yes Sir,” she admitted.
“Then you can carry on stinking of piss, make a brew for me and Slut.” I sat and drank my tea and made a decision. “Slag, come here, on your knees, suck it until it’s hard.” This won’t be instantaneous as I’ve just climaxed into Slut who came into the lounge having been to the loo.
When I was hard I pushed her head back. “Dribble down your tits and give me a tit job,” her tits were made for this. She got my cock between her tits and sawed away using her hands to push them together. She bent down and kissed the end of my cock when it came in range. I could only give her an A for effort as she put everything into it.
“Suck it,” I was near the climax. She moved down and took my cock deep into her mouth. I came down her throat. Without pausing, “What have you got left to do cleaning up?” I asked.
She quickly swallowed, “I have the washing to peg out if it has finished and some hand washing to do. Check the second bedroom and the playroom and garage.”
“You had better get on with it then, help her Slut.” They went off, my plan included them sucking me off, tied together, it was going to be hard uncomfortable work for them. In the meantime I watched them flitting about, naked with their tits bouncing.
Some time later they returned to me. “We have done as much as we can Sir, just the washing to bring in and press.” Slag said with a smile.
“Very good, Slut fetch the riding crop, Slag my piss coated whore you have not had your punishment yet, How would you like to be positioned?”
“However you want me, Sir,” was her obvious reply. Her reply did not really matter. I knew exactly how I wanted her.
“Go into the spare bedroom, lay on the bed with your legs over the end and wait for us.” She crawled off her arse twerking as she went. She did try, but she was not going to be let off.
When Slut returned I took her into the bedroom where Slag was laying. “Slut get on the bed and kneel over Slags face, don’t let your cunt touch her. Slag lift and spread your legs, Slut hold them apart, wide.” Her cunt was waiting for me to hit it. “Push your tits together,” I had her all ready. I leaned forward and kissed each nipple and her cunt. I played with her clit until it stood proud, then I hit it.
“Owwwwww,” she squawked, trying to close her legs, Slut managed to hold them wide.
“What do you say?” I asked quietly when she had shut up.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said crying. I hit her clit again with the same result. “Thank you Sir.”
“That’s better, I enjoy it so much more when my partners are grateful for what I do for them.” I hit her left nipple which I think surprised her.
“Owwww,” she wailed. Before she could thank me I hit her right nipple. “Owwww, thank you Sir, she was openly sobbing now. That really was sufficient but she had a piss without permission, although they have never needed permission before, it would be illogical to punish her for that. I hit her cunt twice. Her howl was louder, longer and more ear piercing than before, her thank you Sir came out between sobs.
“That was for pissing without permission.” The ‘but’ she was about to utter stayed frozen in her mouth. “You two will cook some breakfast for all of us.” A fried breakfast was served, I love watching the naked girls cook a fried breakfast, perhaps I should buy some aprons.
I left them at the table while I collected a long double ended dildo and some long belts. Into the bedroom girls. I led the way to the spare bedroom. “You are so fond of each other I thought I would help you stay together.” I put them next to the bed and put a long belt around their waists and fastened it tight, their bellies squashed together. “Lift your arms up,” I put another belt above their tits pushing them together. “Open your legs,” I put one end of the dildo in Sluts pussy.
“Slag get this end and shove it up your cunt. Slut push your end in further.” when the dildo was in both as far as possible. “Legs together,” I put another strap around the top of their legs just below their arses. “Well friends you cannot get much closer than you are, so get on the bed, using just your mouths you are going to make me cum.” I got on the bed, sitting at the head I reached across and picked up a book and started reading.
“Get on with it then, once I have reached a climax we can get on with our day. No hands” If you have never had two willing mouths working on your cock and balls, I recommend you try it. They were going to be at it for a while as I had come twice that morning and that’s quite a lot at my age even under extreme stimulation.
I don’t know whether it put them off, every so often I burst out laughing, it was Terry Pratchett’s Soul Music. If you can’t try two girls on your cock try Soul Music, good but it wanes in comparison.
Slag
I collected all the items of clothing from around the house, stripped the beds and remade them and loaded the washing machine. I hand washed the delicates and hung them on the washing line, I realised that being seen was highly unlikely. I washed pots, cleaned all over. I was thinking about last night, it was exciting, my orgasm was good, Anita is really nice and certainly a forever friend. My head is all over the place, love, lust, need, want, fear, I don’t know.
When he had finished with Anita I had to suck his Anita tasting cock until he was hard. I dribbled down my chest and he rubbed his cock between my boobs. I pushed my boobs together to grip his cock. I tried hard to lick it as he pushed it up. He pushed me down and finished off in my mouth.
In the bedroom I was made to lay on the bed with my legs spread. Sir came in with Anita and made her kneel over me and hold my legs wide. I was staring at her pussy, inches away from me I could see it, I could smell it, if I put my tongue out I could probably taste it. Fuck me I wanted to taste it. She pushed my legs down, I could feel it in my groin. He made me push my boobs together and he kissed them, getting my nipples hard, he kissed my pussy and played with my clit which throbbing and standing out.
He hit me, right on the clit! Yow that hurt, really hurt, I shrieked. Anita holding my legs kept them from closing. I had to thank him. Thank him for getting my clit all swollen and my stomach churning then fucking hitting me. As soon as I thanked him he hit me again, fucking hell please stop. My poor pussy, are you making sure I won’t use it?
Yikes he hit my boob, right on the nipple, at least he left my pussy alone, he hit the other boob, I thanked him through my tears. He hit my pussy again twice. I yelled and yelled and I managed to thank him through my sobs. He said it was for not asking permission to pee, who needs permission to pee? The bastard. Now he wants me to cook as though my pussy and nipples were not screaming in agony.
He strapped me and Anita together tight, under the arms so our boobs were flattened into each other causing my nipples to be in agony. The strap at our waist pushed our hips and pubic bone into each other. A two ended dildo was inserted in both of us, it was big and it hurt my poor pussy. Another strap at the top of our legs locked it in place. Laying on the bed we had to get him off with our mouths.
He sat back reading a book, laughing occasionally and totally ignoring us. His cock wasn’t ignoring us, it was good and hard. We alternated sucking his cock and licking and sucking his balls. Sometimes we licked it up and down, looking into each other’s eyes trying not to giggle despite the discomfort.
Master
I was enjoying the book and the attention my cock was receiving. Enjoying the attention too much as I would climax if I wasn’t careful. “Enough for now girls, when you’ve got to go you’ve got to go.” I extricate myself and look down at them. Slag roll on top, Slut, hold her arsehole open.” I put some lube on her arse and slotted in, two or three quick strokes and then out. I walked out and gave myself some time to calm down and went for a piss.
When I returned I rolled them onto their side, positioned myself back on the bed and waved my flaccid cock. “I seem to have gone soft, you will have to start again.” I picked my book up and continued reading.
Slut
We almost had him, he was near to coming when he got up and said he had to go. He had me hold Heather’s bumhole open and he put his cock in. In and out in no time. He went out for about fifteen minutes. When he came back we resumed our positions. The difference being his cock was soft and the last place it had been was in Heather’s bum.
He soon became hard as we worked on his cock and balls, my jaw was aching, I hope he comes soon. Our bodies were slimy with sweat, especially where we were pressed together. I wanted to stop, please come, get it over with for God’s sake. He came onto my face and just carried on reading as if nothing had happened. We carried on until his cock shrank.
He put his book down, got up and walked out saying that we were to untie ourselves. We looked at each other, smiled, kissed and giggled. I unfastened the one at the top allowing us to move our sweaty tits apart. Heather unfastened the one around our waists and we moved a little further apart. The strap over our legs and the dildo were all that was joining us together, physically anyway.
We unclipped the last belt and looked down at the dildo, bent into a U shape and snug in our pussies. “I’ll miss it when it’s gone,” she burst out laughing. I got the giggles.
“When it’s got to go, it’s got to go,” I giggled as we pulled it out.
“I feel quite empty now,” Anita admitted.
Sir came in, “Ah you have it out good girls, clean it with your mouths, a nice double blow job,” he laughed. “Then finish cleaning up, get showered and make yourselves presentable. We are going out, I need a break. I have come three times this morning. How many times have you?”
“None, Sir,” they replied.
“Well you made me come, which means you have achieved your goal of making me happy and that’s all you’re here for.” He walked out!
“That puts us in our place but we did sign up for that and, what the hell, last night was fantastic, right or wrong.” said Anita.
“Me too and it wasn’t wrong,” I leaned into her and kissed her. “Let’s get cracking.”
Master
I saw the girls flitting about the place, cleaning up. They disappeared for about an hour to present themselves to me, clean, sweet smelling and dressed. “Right girls, let us go.” I took them to the cafe on the pier where we had fish and chips and to relax we sat in the sun outside the beach hut for an hour or so. “Slut, put the kettle on, inside Slag.” We all went into the hut and I closed the door. I stripped off.
“Girls, you go tomorrow and you shouldn’t have a holiday without taking home plenty of photos and videos, so I have brought your phones and will take some for you to show your friends. Stand in front of me and lift your dresses.” I had a phone in each hand filming them. “Take them off and lower your knickers to your knees. Spread your legs and stick your cunt forward.” I closed in on their pussies, I’m getting quite good at working phone cameras.
“Hold your cunt open,” I wanted to show their subservience. “Masturbate,” I started with a full length shot then zoomed in on their pussies where I concentrated for a while before moving up to show their faces. Perhaps zoomed is the wrong word; they would not like this going out on Zoom. Certainly a thought for getting everybody involved in future.
“Using one hand unfasten your bra,” I kept things in the singular for now so it would look as though there was just the one in the film and myself there. “Take it off, don’t stop playing with your cunt.” I stopped filming with Slags phone. “Slut lay on the floor, on your stomach,” I sat on the floor with my legs spread.”Suck it,” I ordered. I had a lovely film of her face, my cock in her mouth, looking up at me with pleading eyes. She took my cock out and started licking it, she moved down to my balls and started licking them. She did not take her eyes off the camera even when I lifted my legs so she could lick my arsehole.
I stopped the camera, stood up and had Slag take my place, while I finished my tea. “Slut do the same to Slag, clit, cunt and arsehole and don’t forget when you show your friends they want to see you are enjoying yourself, so keep smiling. Slag started the camera and Slut, kneeling up, smiled and brought her face down to Slag’s cunt. She started at her clit working to her cunt putting her tongue in, Slag lifted her legs and her arse was invaded by Slut’s tongue. I had Slag’s camera and filmed a side view of her cunnilingus.
I decided that it would only be fair for Slag to have the same experience. Slag knew what to do, I took up my position in the armchair and Slag did a sexy slink to kneel between my legs, licking up my cock before sucking it. She was smiling and genuinely appeared to be enjoying it, my balls were next, she licked my scrotum and took my balls individually into her mouth. I was enjoying this too much, I wanted to save my orgasm for part two. I lifted my legs so she could lick my arsehole, you could see the smile in her eyes.
I stopped filming and Slut took my place, Slag licked up her thighs before she started on her clit and cunt. Smiling all the time as she attempted to satisfy Slag, whose legs came up to have her arsehole licked. I filmed it with Slut’s camera.
“Pull your knickers up, put your dresses on and hurry up to the house. We rushed back, into the bedroom, Slut you are the lucky one going first so, knickers and dress off and get on the bed.” I stripped off again, Slag had Slut’s phone. “You want me to come in your mouth, so you will beg me to.” I got on top of her and started fucking her missionary style prior to lifting her legs and entering her arse, I pummelled away quite hard, Slag filming in close up.
“Please fuck my mouth, Sir,” she asked.
“If you want me to come out of this nice tight warm arsehole just so you can suck me off you need to try harder, I like my cock up your arse.” I informed her.
“Please Sir, please let me suck your cock and come in my mouth so I can taste your cum, so I can swallow it and have some of you inside for longer.” Well you can’t argue with that.
“Open your fucking mouth and take it all.”
“Oh yes please Sir, fuck my mouth.” Ever one to oblige I fucked her mouth. All caught on film, I shot onto her face. She licked up as much as she could.
I picked up Slag’s phone and filmed her. “Lick it off her face,” I ordered and she proceeded to do so, even her hair. “Your turn next Slag, your holiday video will be just as spectacular but you will have to wait.
Slut
We went out, behaving like tourists, had fish and chips on the pier and sat outside the beach hut soaking up the sun. We were fully dressed and remained that way until we went into the hut. Sir was going to film us on our phones so we could show our friends! And mum and dad, the people at work and my little sister, like hell. Nobody will see these apart from me and maybe Heather if I see her again. I won’t get rid of them. I will want to look at them regularly.
He filmed us from stripping to masturbating to sucking his cock. I licked and sucked his cock and balls while looking him in the eye well in the camera. There was something erotic about it. My pussy was dripping, I was loving the thought that this would be recorded forever. And be on my phone that others could accidentally find. I licked his arse, putting my tongue in his bumhole.
Heather replaced him and I started again licking up her legs to her pussy. I licked her clit, pussy and bumhole, all on camera. We all swapped places and started again with Heather being filmed doing the dirty.
Back at the house the filming continued, Sir was fucking me up the arse good job of convincing him I wanted it in my mouth but really I wanted it in my pussy. I was so worked up, a quick volley into my pussy and I would climax. Please just touch it, I need it, he didn’t and I didn’t dare. Heather licked his cum off my face.
Master
“Slag, squat in front of me, I went to the playroom and picked up a leather collar. It was thick, solid and about two inches deep. “Hold your hair up,” I fastened it around her neck. “You are my pet, you cannot stand up, Slut you are in charge of cinematography so take her phone and you are to take all the best humiliating shots of her.” I looked down at Slag. “Strip everything and do it down there.”
“Yes Sir,” she said.
“Now pet no talking, you may woof if you want. Get stripped.” While she was squatting she unzipped her dress and managed to get out of it. She sat on the floor to unfasten her suspenders and remove her shoes and stockings. She alternated between a submissive attitude looking down and a wide eyed pleading looking up at me and the camera. She was squatting again as she removed her bra,
“Home in on that wet patch,” I whispered to Slut and she focused on it in close up. Slag managed to get her knickers down while squatting, easing one side at a time until they were at her ankles and eventually off. I clipped a leash onto her collar and led her crawling into the playroom, her hind quarters being filmed in close up. I picked up a few items and put them in a bag. We left the playroom in the same manner and I led them outside.
“Well my pet, you have been very good so far.” She started rubbing up against my leg. “Up on your hands and feet, fetch,” I threw a rubber bone, she went after it on all fours, Slut following with the camera/phone. Slag dropped the bone at my feet wagging an imaginary tail as she squatted. I threw it again and she did her strange hands and feet crawl after it. Several more times and she was still keen and smiling. “Beg,” she squatted with her hands in front of her and her tongue out. I threw her a chocolate drop which she caught adroitly.
“Turn round and stick your arse up,” so there she was on hands and feet with her arsehole and pussy on display. Slut took a close up, from my bag I produced a tail butt plug. “Slut lend me your cunt,” I put the butt plug into the aforementioned cunt to lubricate it before I pushed into Slag’s arse. I worked it slowly into her arse until it was firmly in.
“Fetch,” I threw the bone again and off she shot, several more throws later I stopped her and had her squatting in front of me. I stopped Slut filming. I took her phone out of the bag and gave it to Slag, indicating that she should film Slut. I produced a similar collar, “Lift your hair,” I fitted the collar, “get the rest of your clothes off.” Stockings, shoes and suspender belt was all she had on.
She removed these and looked longingly at me. “Fetch,” I threw the bone and in a similar fashion to Slag she went after it. She returned with it, I enjoyed watching her and Slag chasing after her with the phone, her tail wagging. I threw the bone several times more, she was looking up at me in askance. I produced another tail, a fox one this time. I used her own cunt to lubricate it before I gently pushed it into her arse.