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 "Emma I want you to begin your education, your training.  I want you to
stay with Mistress Louise for a few days.  You have things to learn." I
looked at the floor.  I knew he was right but scared that he didn't think I
was good enough.  I knew I had to - it was only training.  Things I hadn't
done, things I could practice, to be better for him.  He wanted me to be
his pleasure slave.  I wondered if I didn't please him enough now, but he
had had me marked with the tattoo and given me his ring and collar.  I was
going to be the best for him.  Determination held back the tears.

   Then he surprised me.  He took me in his arms and kissed me.  "You are
mine because I want you.  I still want you, but I want you to learn things,
about yourself and to make you able to please me even more.  I want you to
do it for all those reasons, but I want you to do it.  You have given
yourself to me.  You will do it and you will know by doing it you are
pleasing me.  That should be enough." "Of course, Master." It was enough. I
knew.  Even now calling him Master was exciting in itself.  It made me
remember, it made me feel faint at the knowledge that I had signed myself
over to him completely.  The copy of the piece of paper was in my bag.  I
would look at it over and over.  All the things I had agreed were his
responsibility, all the things that I had accepted I would do for him were
physically written down and signed.  It always made me hot just to read it.
The only reason I didn't read it more was that I was afraid that the paper
would wear away on the folds.

   I had to report to his office on Friday.  I walked past the bored
receptionist, up to Louise's desk.  He wasn't there.  She had me sit and
wait.  Tears wet my eyes without my bidding at the thought of me not being
with him.  She was speaking with another woman, older than her.  Showing
her things.  After twenty minutes she had packed away.  There was no sign
of Michael.  The other woman went down the corridor.  Louise came over to
me.  Looked me over as I blushed.  She held out my collar!

   "Stand up.  You are to spend some time with me.  Please close your
mouth. It is more appropriate for it to be closed at the moment.  Master
Michael told you that you would be going away?" "Yes." "Now present your
neck." I had to kneel on the carpet.  She removed my collar for me to kiss
it, then refastened it.  I wondered if the other woman might return.  "In
future you will address me as Mistress.  Is that clear?" "Yes... 
Mistress." Adding the latter uncertainly.  Throat dry.  "You will do
exactly as you are told, you will speak only when appropriate and you will
learn.  I will expect total obedience.  Without that you will learn
nothing." I didn't know whether to speak or not.  Evidently it was not
required.  My heart was pounding.  I was frightened; I didn't know what I
would have to do.  Still, she was strong; she would guide me as she had
already.  It was better than being with someone who I did not know at all.

   She drove confidently.  I was told to place my hands by my side, my
knees two inches apart.  I kept my eyes down on my knees.  I would have
liked to look at her but only allowed myself surreptitious glances out of
the side of my eyes, at her thighs moving inside her trousers, at her long
fingers on the steering wheel.  She appeared totally relaxed and happy with
life, in control of the situation.  I felt my breathing was loud.

   The house seemed to have originally been a small farmhouse.  Beams,
cosy, it sat on its own.  A Japanese girl about my age opened the door as
we drove up, shyly smiling with large red lips, white blouse and black
skirt.  Geometric bob.  I had not thought of anyone else being there.  She
took quick glimpses at me.  She was my height.  Hovered around Louise.  Her
name, I was told, was Suzie.  She took Louise's bags inside.  I noticed a
small tattoo on her neck.

   I was to put my bag in a cupboard by the door.  Suzie standing, hands at
her lap, smiling a shy smile, would hang my things.  I followed Louise into
a lounge.  She sat back seemingly content, I stood uncomfortably before
her. Suzie was sent to bring wine for Louise.

   "Your Master wants you trained further." "Yes...  Mistress." "You
needn't be alarmed.  But it is expensive in time.  You should be grateful
and ensure that you work hard to show your Master that you are worth it."
"Yes Mistress." "He wants you as a pleasure slave.  Most slaves have more
than one, well, role, but this is all your Master demands of you at the
present.  Maybe later he will have you trained for others.  He needs you a
little, ah, how shall we say, more experienced." My face must have shown
some surprise.  At that moment Suzie came back with the wine.  Louise took
it and sipped it.  Suzie took up a position against the wall by the door,
watching.  "Suzie, for instance has been trained as a maid, amongst other
things." Suzie kept her eyes down.  "She's a good one, most of the time. 
Though she makes mistakes and needs to be disciplined to ensure high
standards.  Would you describe yourself as experienced?" She asked me with
a smile on her face.  I looked at the floor.  The silence stretched until I
realised I must answer.  "No Mistress." "How many men have rooted about
inside you before your Master?" I looked up shocked at her words, then
again at the floor.  "Two Mistress." Blushing furiously.  Suzie could hear
everything.  "Were they any good?  Did you enjoy having them there?" "Not
particularly.  No, Mistress." "Why not?  Didn't they permit you to climax?"
"No, Mistress." Another silence.  I felt as though I had to fill it, give
her more of an answer.  "They didn't consider permission, they didn't think
about it.  They weren't dominant.  I suppose they took it for granted that
I would." "But you needed someone who was dominant?" "I didn't realise
then, but yes, now I realise what I need, Mistress." "And have you had
women make you climax?" "No!  Only you, Mistress.  When you spanked me."
"Michael tells me something about a girl called Pia." "It was her.  I
didn't....  She...  It was after I met him.  He knows about her, he started
it Mistress." "Yes I know." She smiled, tormenting me.  "You consider
yourself to be submissive, a slave?" I wanted to cry.  I wanted a hole in
the ground to open up for me to crawl into.  I knew Suzie was listening. 
"Yes, Mistress." My face burned.  My throats dry as I whispered the words.
"And you enjoy your status?" "Yes, Mistress." So softly I had to repeat it.
"Good.  And you enjoy your Master or Mistress taking responsibility for
you?" "Yes, Mistress." "And do you have any responsibilities concerning
yourself?" "To make my Master or Mistress happy, Mistress." "Yes, and part
of that entails making sure that you can control yourself, your body, your
responses, so that you do not embarrass or disappoint your Master or
Mistress.  If ordered to do something it is not appropriate to do it badly
or protest that you do not wish to do it.  You must do everything to the
best of your ability and with the pleasure of others more important than
yours regardless of what you are asked to do.  Do you understand?" "Yes,
Mistress." "Good.  Well we have another matter to deal with just now. 
Suzie, please bring me the chair and glove."

   Suzie quickly brought an upright chair and placed it next to me, then
left the room.  She came back, standing before the chair holding a black
leather glove.  She seemed even quieter than before, and stared at the
floor.  "My skirt was creased this morning, wasn't it?" Suzie's eyes
widened, flickered at me.  "Yes, Mistress." She had a soft American accent.
"Do you deserve to be punished?" "Yes, Mistress." Seemingly looking
determinedly away from me.

   I felt my heart beating in my chest.  I watched as she pulled up her
skirt until it was around her waist.  Her skin had a look of honey, her
thighs sleek.  She stood displaying her plain white knickers.  Louise took
a last drink of wine and then stood before sitting on the chair next to me.
No words were exchanged.  Suzie took her knickers and pulled them down. 
Her pubic hair was thin and neat above a neat little sex.  Shuffling, with
her knickers around her knees, she brought the glove to her Mistress and
kissed it before handing it over.  Louise put it onto her right hand.  It
looked tight, black, shiny.  Suzie then draped herself over Louise's knees,
her hair falling over her face, her buttocks pushed up and slightly
separated.  I could see the bulge of her smooth lips.  I could see a small
tattoo similar to mine.  The skin was taut.  Looking oiled.  My breath was
coming in short pants, my bra tight.

   "Watch and learn." She moved me until she was satisfied that I could see
everything.  Her hand rested in the small of her back.  Her other hand
spread her thighs within the restraint of the knickers around her knees
until there was a gap between the legs.  Suddenly she began spanking the
girl with her gloved hand.  Three on one cheek.  The slaps were loud in the
room.  Her flesh began to turn pinker.  Then three on the other.  This was
then repeated.

   I watched wide-eyed.  My skin felt hot and tight.  My sex throbbed.  It
was as if I was being spanked.  I watched as the gloved hand delved between
the thighs.  Suzie lifted her hips and rocked as fingers entered her.  When
Louise took them away the smell of the girl's arousal was in the air.  They
left evidence of the girl's wetness around her slit.  Again the spanking.
Again the exploration.  Again the spanking.  I realised I was shaking.  I
wanted to touch myself.  This time it was on the thighs.  When she had
spanked each thigh she moved to the buttocks again without exploring.  The
girl was sobbing softly now.

   As suddenly as it had begun it stopped.  Suzie was sent to the wall
again, this time facing the wall, her knickers still around her knees, her
skirt still high, her thighs and bottom glowing pink.  Her thighs I noticed
were damp.  I stared at her flesh.  I turned to find Louise looking at me.
My face reflected colour of the flesh I was so loathe to look away from.  I
felt totally transparent in front of Louise.  "Aroused?" I didn't want to
answer.  I looked at the floor.  Eventually I gave in to her as I knew I
would.  "Yes.  Yes, Mistress.  I have never seen...  It felt ......" I
couldn't go on.  "Would you have like it to have been your bottom being
smacked?" "Yes, Mistress." "And would you have like to have spanked Suzie's
bottom." "I don't know....  Mistress." The idea strange.

   We both ate a tasty salad that Suzie had prepared and Louise drank a
glass of wine while Suzie served us.  She was now dressed correctly.  Her
actions were so precise, so careful, so pleasing.  The gusset of my
knickers held me uncomfortably wet as I ate.  I couldn't erase the picture
of the spanking from my mind.  Quivers of excitement ran through me every
now and again.  Even the oil on the salad reminded me of the wetness
evident at the join of those reddened thighs.  I was given water.  The food
was laid out like it was a work of art.  The table organised and decorated
to perfection.  A single orchid stood in a simple glass vase in front of
Louise.  I helped Suzie with the dishes as Louise had another glass of
wine. Neither of us spoke as we moved side by side at the sink, our
Mistress watched.  Our bodies touched occasionally

   "Well, now we have Emma to attend to.  Suzie take her back into the
other room." I followed the silent Suzie.  I stood in the middle of the
floor and waited for Louise.  She sat on a sofa with me before her.  She
had changed into a silk dressing gown.  I noticed that the opening
displayed a little of her thigh.  Suzie was in attendance at the doorway.
"Undress." I guessed that this would come but it still shocked me when it
did.  It wasn't just undressing, it was being told to strip for her, to be
examined.  I looked around wildly.  Just remembered to be silent.  "This is
not a good start.  I expect you to respond to instructions immediately.  I
do not expect to have to wait.  It is irrelevant how you feel.  You will
submit.  The purpose of you being here is my pleasure, your instruction and
for your Master to feel proud of you.  So far you are not capable of
success in any of these areas!" "I'm sorry Mistress." I felt tears sting my
eyes.  I wondered if she might spank me too.  The thought not unpleasant.
Was I trying to make her spank me?  The thought stopped me.  It made me
wonder if I was usurping her dominance.  "You will be punished later for
that." A shiver ran through me.  Was it for not undressing immediately or
for trying to get her to do something?  I had never been punished by anyone
other than Michael.  Punished.  "Now do you think that we could proceed to
a situation were you might begin to grasp the basics or do I have to send
you back immediately?" "No Mistress.  I'm really sorry Mistress." My chest
felt tight.  I wanted to please her, didn't want her angry.  She was my
Mistress.  "I'm sure you are.  Now strip off."

   I did as I was told.  Had to place the clothes tidily beside my feet. 
Each time bending to place them.  More and more naked.  She watched, so did
Suzie.  I told myself that Louise had seen me naked before.  It helped only
a little.  I had been given over to her.  She was my Mistress.  I didn't
have to think, just obey.  Realisation and acceptance washed over me.  It
felt right.  Along with a quickening pulse at my sex.  Suzie came and
picked up the pile when I had completed my task.  She took them away.  Out
of the room.  I stood naked.  I was being appraised.  I felt like I was at
auction.  I didn't think I would ever get used to being naked for others.
With Michael it was different in a way.  Although embarrassed by it still I
had at least stopped fighting it.  I accepted it as naughty and let the
strangely exciting feelings wash through me.  No, not strange to me
anymore. I knew myself to be excited.  I knew just thinking about being
like this had excited me.  Acceptance.  As she looked at my tattoos, my
Master's brand on me.

   "I am to be your Mistress for a few days.  Are you sure you want that?"
"Yes, Mistress." "I could be more cruel than your Master.  You know that
don't you?" "I don't know." A whisper.  I shivered again.  "Yes, Mistress."
Suzie came back.  "You have a pleasing enough body.  Smallish breasts that
look bigger on your skinniness, nicely upturned and pert.  Turn." I turned
so that she could see my bottom.  Having to accept being examined.  "Good
tight buttocks.  A young bottom." She mused.  I had to bend over for her.
Totally embarrassing.  In her control.  Knowing I was aroused by it.  Held
my shins.  Parted my legs.  "Mmm.  Nice legs.  My, those lips demand to be
seen, don't they?" I blushed deeper, then told to turn again, feeling
dampness between my thighs.  "Your mound is larger than I expected.  You
look good hairless.  It suits your body, counterbalances the wantonness in
you.  Your cunt looks hungry.  I can see why Michael likes you." I glowed
at that.  "If I touched you now you'd be wet, wouldn't you?" Blushing, I
nodded.  Proud, embarrassed, wanting to hide.  To run away.  Wanted her to
touch me.  Suzie was there, could see, could hear.  I looked at the floor.
I saw my chest and breasts displayed the mottling of arousal.  "Slut." She
said it like a caress.  "Yes." "Mistress!" "Yes, Mistress." "Show me." I
opened my legs.  I wanted to cry.  My thighs were wet.  I pulled my sex
apart.  "You are so wet, sopping wet!" I knew so well.  "Yes.  Mistress"
"Why?" "I don't know!  Mistress." "I think you do." She laughed.  "I think
that underneath that innocent little exterior you know that you've found
your role in life, haven't you, little slavey?" It was not really expected
for me to answer.  Not at all necessary.  I looked at the floor ashamed and
excited.

   "What do you use to masturbate?" Oh God.  "My fingers, Mistress." "A
vibrator?" "No, Mistress.  Just my fingers." "Why?  Nothing?  Ever?" "I was
too embarrassed to buy one.  A friend's once.  It was too hard for me."
"Did she watch?" "Oh no.  She didn't know I used it." "Anything else?" "A
hairbrush handle a few times, but it wasn't really satisfying." "Why not?
Don't you like penetration?" "Oh yes.  With a man.  But then it feels like
it possesses me.  With anything else it just filled me." "But you like
being filled by cock?" "Yes, Mistress."

   I was ushered near to her.  She wanted to watch me finger myself.  I
felt myself shaking.  She waited.  I had to force myself.  It was getting
easier with my Master.  This was humiliating again.  A woman!  And Suzie
was still there!  Stood with my legs apart.  I had to learn control.  I
began tentatively.  Told me that she could smell my cunt.  So embarrassed.
She told me that she expected a slut to do it properly.  My cunt was so
near to her.  Less tentative now.  My knees bent a little and opened
outward.  I was so wet.  Stiff fingers circling around, pulling up the
wetness.  Slurping.  So excited.  Letting the wave take me quickly.  Ready
to come.  Knew it was going to be a big one.  Suddenly she slapped my hands
away.  Whimpered.  I wanted to carry on.  She slapped my hands away again.
My hips thrust back and forth desperately.  Gasping for breath.  Begged
her.

   I stood before her shaking.  Her beauty.  Her composure.  My need.  A
tingle of excitement ran up my vagina.  My submission.  I had given her my
trust.  Her fingers ran over my thighs.  "You spoke again." Her voice
gentle.  The promise of punishment.  Her hand up and down the trembling
softness of my thigh.  So near to my lips.  I attempted to push down.  Her
hand slapped my thigh.  Then her fingers softly fuelling my arousal again,
slowly but perfectly.  I attempted to refuse it but was unable.  Her finger
in the cleft of my buttocks.  I feel her finger nail behind my cunt nearing
my puckered opening.  An orgasm built out of my control again.  The nail
scratched over my arse.  Her finger making me pant and thrust.  My hips
rolled.  On the edge, then it left me.  My eyes and face desperately
communicating.

   "What do you want?" "You know, Mistress.  Finish me.  Please." "What do
you want?" Her finger plays lightly over me.  "Mistress please let me come.
Please Mistress." "How?" "Anyhow!  With your fingers.  Please Mistress."
Desperately pushing, trying to make her rub me.  "But these are another
woman's fingers.  Michael tells me you think it's wrong." "I know.  I know.
Please." "You want a woman to bring you off?" "Yes.  Please.  I'm sorry. 
Please." "You are begging a woman to bring you to orgasm?" "Oh God!  Oh
yes, Mistress." Oh God!  "Don't you think that's naughty?  Don't you think
it's wrong, with another woman?" "Oh yes.  I'm so bad.  So wicked.  I'm
just a dirty slut.  Please Mistress.  I'll do anything." "I know.  I know
you will." An edge in her voice.  "But what I want you to do is to run that
phrase around in your head all the time.  That you'll do anything. 
Anything that you're told." Yes.  Yes.  I'd do anything.  Anything.  My
body throbbed.  She was my Mistress.  I knew it deep inside myself.  We
both knew it.  "Whenever you need to climax you will need to beg me.  Beg
me.  You will know that your pleasure is determined by me." "Yes Mistress.
Yes.  Mistress." "Suzie, fasten her wrists behind her.  We don't want the
little tart's fingers wandering, do we?" That was good.  I wanted it. 
Suzie took my hands behind my back.  I felt padded leather cuffs around my
wrists, being fastened.  I tested them.  Pleased that they wouldn't give.
Pleased to feel myself placed so physically in her control.

   "Come forward, kiss me." I had to bend forward to her, over the arm of
the sofa.  My breasts hung for her, nipples ready to be clasped, buttocks
thrust high as I used the arm for support.  Bound.  Lips touched lipstick.
She made me do the work.  Wanted to kiss her.  Her lips so soft.  Wanted
her mouth.  Gasping for breath.  Not quite there.  Open mouth possessed by
her tongue.  She took my mouth with hers.

   Told to stand.  Almost falling.  She had a plastic ruler.  My body
shook. "Do you deserve this?  Do you deserve me using this." I deserved
anything she wished.  She would do what was necessary for me.  "Yes.  Yes
Mistress."

   My breasts!  Smacked my breasts with it!  Tears ran from my eyes. 
Flexible plastic stinging my breasts.  The pain heating.  They were on
fire. It excited her too.  There was something deep and excruciatingly
intimate about what I had to endure.  Her face flushed.  The heat suffused
my tits and they felt so heavy.  My nipples like heated stones.  Hurting
slaps of plastic.  My skin so tight.  Stinging.  A blow hit me across my
nipples, I cried out.  I wanted to touch myself.  Slowing when she thought
I may climax again.  Difficult breathing.  Harder and harder.  So hot. 
Hips swaying.  Sobbing softly.  Then she had stopped.  Breasts on fire. 
Throbbing.  Trembling.  They pulsed more than I could have imagined.  My
orgasm a touch away.

   Fingers fondled my hair as I sobbed.  I almost came.  Not allowed.  She
didn't stop.  Made me want her.  Very light caresses over my burning
breasts, further down, but not at my fiery cunt.  Begged her again.  Begged
her to bring me off.  Begged her to tell me what to do.  Hands still
restrained.  Breasts tingling.  Naked for her.  Cunt throbbing.  Thighs
sodden.  Hers.  Michael is my master.  Louise, my Mistress.

   I was sent to clean myself.  I was sticky, smelt obscene.  Mistress had
insisted that I did not orgasm or even play with myself again.  Suzie came
with me and used the shower attachment to clean between my legs with cold
water.  Thankfully the water was not ice cold because of the weather,
though the spray made me jump and tingle.  Suzie gave me a perfunctory wipe
and took me downstairs and unfastened my bonds before disappearing
elsewhere.

   The next three hours were tiring.  She trained me in deportment.  I wore
my stilettos and collar only and walked and sat and climbed and descended
the stairs and walked and walked back and forth.  She showed me how I
should sit, where I should place my hands.  To look pleasing.  To look
desirable.  I had to practice bending and offering myself, lowering myself
to the floor and standing up again.  She showed me the correct way to kneel
before a Master or Mistress, how I had to hold my head and where my eyes
were expected to be.  All to her strictest standards.  I had to do things
correctly.  Whenever I failed to do something exactly right I felt the
sting of the ruler.  I had to look pleasing at all times for my Master. 
And for her.  I practised and practised until my muscles screamed for rest.

   Eventually the lessons stopped.  I stood, slightly out of breath. 
Louise had Suzie push a footrest into the middle of the floor.  She too was
told to undress.  Undress totally.  I looked ahead.  I could see her out of
the corner of my eye.  She unfastened her skirt, stepped out of it, folded
and placed it on the sofa.  Her blouse followed.  Then her underwear.  She
turned to face me.

   Her nipples had rings through them!  I choked back a gasp.  Gold rings,
like wedding rings.  One through each erect nipple.  I looked down.

   "You need to learn about women.  Look at her." Her pubic hair was thin
but dark, her breasts smaller than mine.  Her mouth held a shy smile.  Her
nipples had gold rings!  She was small and beautiful.  I felt jealousy for
a moment.  "Touch her breasts." I moved nearer.  Both of us naked.  I could
feel her warmth.  I was doing this with a woman.  Felt as though I
couldn't, shouldn't.  My fingertips lightly played over her smooth dark
skin, played over her breasts.  They were different to mine, or Pia's.

   "Play with the rings." I took one between my fingers.  It felt warm.  It
rotated through her nipple.  I could see it slipping through the nipple as
I turned it gently.  Suzie had closed her eyes.  "Pull them." I couldn't. I
had to.  I pulled and watched wide eyed as her breasts were pulled into
cones.  I was terrified of hurting her, of ripping through the delicate
flesh of her nipples.  How did it feel to have them there?  How had it felt
to have had them pierced?  I thought of rings through my own nipples.

   She was made to lie on the footrest.  On her back with her legs pushed
apart off the end.  "Examine her sex.  Look at it closed, look at it open.
Part it with your fingers."

   I did as I was told.  Knelt down on the floor between her legs.  Her
mound thrust up.  I could see the rings on her breasts along her body. 
This was a woman, alive, not an object.  As if aware of my concerns Suzie
lifted up and smiled shyly at me.  I looked down.  Her lips were slightly
parted.  Her sex looked quite small, neat, no hairs on the lips at all.  I
had never seen another woman's sex before.  It was different to mine. 
There were dark edges on the lips and between a bright pink colour peeped
out.  I placed my thumb and finger on each side and pulled it open.  I
could smell her.  It wasn't unpleasant to me I noted.  Inside was a glowing
pink, shiny, moist.  Almost hypnotised I stared.  The lips, the bump of the
clit, the suggestion of her vagina.  Louise watched me.

   "Kiss her thighs.  Not her cunt yet.  Just her thighs.  At the top. 
Imagine it is you." I did.  I kissed her thighs.  The soft firmness.  The
warmth.  I felt her squirm a little.  Smelt her stronger now I was nearer.
I let my lips roam over her smoothness.  "Now just the lips." My breathing
was short.  I felt my breasts swing a little.  Kneeling like a bitch on
heat.  I touched her lips with mine.  Softly.  Both sides.  Top to bottom.
Slowly.  Tasted her juices.

   "Open your mouth and take her all inside." She squirmed more as I felt
her heat and the plumpness of her lips inside my mouth.  "Now explore her
with your tongue.  Let her come." The voice soft in my ears.

   I probed, prodded, lapped.  I found the hard node of her clit.  It was
slightly claustrophobic between her thighs.  I found her openings.  I felt
my saliva mixing with her liquids.  She was tense against me.  I wanted to
give her an orgasm.  I was drunk on the taste and smell.  Her thighs lifted
and opened wider.  I wanted to give her pleasure.  I was excited by it.  My
tongue caressed and demanded.  I licked and sucked and kissed and prodded.
I moved around her, not staying in one place too long.  I knew she was
getting excited by what I did, moving, thrusting slightly.  I was too.  The
sudden thought amazing, but my amazement quickly lost in my concentration.
I found that I could insert the tip of my tongue inside her.  Her clit was
hard.  I sucked it inside my mouth.  I felt the vibrations of her stifled
cry.  I sucked it in again and caught it gently between my teeth.  She
bucked around coming.  I felt elated at her climax.  Her movements made me
hold on, just keeping my mouth in contact wasn't easy.  My face was coated
in the outpourings from her arousal.  I lent back, my breathing erratic. 
She lay in front of me.  Open, still shuddering, her knees held high.

   I wanted to touch myself.  Bring myself off.  I stopped myself.  She
knew.  "No.  You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Louise's amusement soft in my
ears.  She had moved to beside me.  My face rested against Suzie's thigh,
inches from her parted saliva drenched cunt.  My face was covered it her,
the smell strong.  My eyes closed.

   "You see it doesn't matter if its a woman, does it?" Her voice soft and
understanding as her hand took my hanging breast.  Played with it as though
it belonged to her.  She squeezed my nipples.  I wanted it.  "In fact it
doesn't matter who it is, woman or man, even a complete stranger.  You
haven't even spoken to Suzie, but you've used your mouth on her most
intimate parts." Her hand slowly slid down my spine.  I was hot.  Suzie
moved slightly against my face.  "As long as your Master or Mistress wants
it, it doesn't matter.  You don't have to worry about what you have to do,
who it is with.  All you have to do is to give pleasure when required. 
You'll be dominated and you'll be used.  So, as you're both a slave and
such a whore, you'll have the best of both worlds wont you?" Her words were
spinning in my head.  Her hand slid between my buttocks.  My breathing was
heavy.  They lifted to her touch.  "See what I mean?  What shall I do? 
Shall I slap your thrusting bottom?  Or shall I finger you?" She mused. 
"Whatever, when I tell you to come you will." "Yes, Mistress." I felt
dreamy.  I felt content within her dominance.

   She told me to lie on top of Suzie.  I did.  Her soft body under me.  I
felt her rings against my breasts.  She was pushing against me.  Her wet
cunt was pushing up against mine.  Her thighs grasped mine.  I was naked on
top of a girl.  It was like making love.  I felt panic rise in me.

   Louise's fingers were suddenly at my cunt.  Oh God yes!  Her fingers in
my cunt and in Suzie's cunt.  Her thumb entered me her fingers went into
Suzie.  She fucked us both.  Fucked us both with one hand.  Suzie was
kissing me.  Or was I kissing her?  Our mouths frantically fed off each
other.  Our mouths were open.  Wild like lovers.  Bodies pushing, rubbing
against each other's.  Louise's hand worked us.  It was like a hothouse.  I
could not think.  All that existed was the body underneath me, the thumb
fucking me, the squeezing of my clit against another girls sex.  It didn't
matter anymore.

   She whispered.  "Not just yet slavey." My vagina was palpitating
uncontrollably.  Almost out of all control.  Desperate.  I forced myself to
do as I was told.  "Now.  Come" into my ear, Suzie's ear.  My body obeyed.
It wasn't a conscious decision.  Felt my body relax and then accept the
explosion.  Only vaguely aware of Suzie doing the same, not certain which
grunts or screams were mine, which were hers.  Our bodies thrashing
together.  Only our cunts clamped together by Louise's hand.  I shook,
convulsed, and screamed, as did Suzie under me.  I had been commanded to
come.  The orgasm exploded and exploded.  Vicious explosions of pleasure
rent me.

   When I next was able to take in anything outside my body I was laying on
the floor.  Suzie was standing in Louise's arms.  They were kissing. 
Suzie, naked, was thrusting against our clothed Mistress as she held her. I
felt alone.

   "Come to me." I almost fell as I tried to stand.  I went to her.  Suzie
stood aside.  "What do you say?" "Thank you, Mistress.  Oh, thank you."
"For what?" "For allowing me to come, Mistress." "And Suzie?" "Thank you,
Suzie." "For what?" "Sorry Mistress.  Thank you Suzie...  for letting me...
for letting me...use my mouth on you." I finally got it out.

   Without being allowed to wash, I was put naked onto my bed.  Naked
except my collar.  Suzie fastened a blindfold around my head; my wrists and
ankles were attached to the corners of the bed.  They leather cuffs were
secure around my limbs, but their attachments allowed me some movement.  My
hands could move down to the sides of my head, my legs could move but not
close.  The smell of Suzie's liquids clung to my face and spread over my
thighs.

   After I had tested my ties Louise kissed my mouth again.  Her perfume
giving her away.  Her mouth played with mine for a long, long time.  While
I was spread out, naked, bound and blind.  My mouth eagerly accepted her
tongue, my lips became liquid.  I strained up to her mouth as it devoured
me.  Wanting to be devoured.  Wanting to feel her next to me.  She fed a
finger into my mouth.  Hungrily I suckled on it.  She pushed it in and out,
finger fucking my mouth.  I was past shame.

   Eventually she sat next to me and ran her hand over my thighs again,
over my captive body.  I knew I was drawn apart for her to see, knew I was
wet again.  I pushed up as far as I could.  My bruised breasts ached.  Her
hands teased.  Her hands never touched my nipples or clit.  Even though I
needed them to.  Aroused and aroused me.  Pushing me further, so slowly,
pushing me with such resolve.  She kissed me again.  Her fingers trailed
deliberately over my lips and mound, so lightly it could have been
imagination, but my body bucked up from the bed.  My orgasm so near.  She
left me there, a sheet pulled quickly over me.

   I lay awake thinking of Master.  I had to do well.  Do as I was told.  I
didn't want to shame him.  Make him appear less because I was less.  I
wanted him badly.  I slept badly, not used to sleeping in bondage.  Each
time I woke my dreams were of dirty, disgusting things being done to me.  I
lay in my dark thinking, remembering.  I had tried to force myself to
believe she had forced me, but I couldn't.  I knew.  I was wicked.  I
remembered everything.  Stripping.  Masturbating.  My beating.  My mouth on
Suzie.  Her fingers.  My bondage.  My body ached, throbbed, always needing.
Disgustingly wanting fingers on me, my mouth on someone.  Slut!  Slut!

   The sheet had slid from me, leaving me uncovered.  Suzie, dressed as
when I had first met her, unfastened the blindfold and lightly kissed me.
Shyly, furtively.  We both knew of the previous evening.  She unfastened me
and thankfully allowed me to stretch away the stiffness.  The early sun
shone into the room.

   I was led to the bathroom where she watched over me as I went to the
toilet.  I felt totally embarrassed as she waited until I had completed
both functions and then wiped me.  Ridiculous after the evening before, I
told myself, but it didn't help.  Still blushing I brushed my teeth and had
a bath.  Not allowed to touch my breasts or sex, I washed everywhere else
in the perfumed water.  Suzie washed my breasts quickly, made me kneel so
that she could wash me out below.  Her small fingers cleaned me quickly.  I
was allowed to dry myself.

   My collar and straps were replaced and I was given high-heeled shoes. 
My hands were fastened behind me.  Breasts thrusting.  It was exciting to
feel a prisoner.  I was taken downstairs.  Mistress was in the kitchen. 
She wore black trousers and a thin blouse that allowed me to see the
patterns of her bra as her breasts were held.  She sat at the table with
coffee and appraised my nakedness.  I hoped that she liked what she saw. 
Eventually I was called over to her.  Suzie was told to fasten a bar to my
ankles straps, it meant I couldn't close my legs or walk properly.  My legs
weren't too far apart, about the width of my hips, a little wider perhaps.

   She took a red pencil from the table.  It was brand new.  I could see it
shining.  It hadn't even been sharpened.  Gave it to Suzie, who, kneeling
between my legs, pushed it deep inside my vagina.  I was shocked.  The
morning was bizarre, the events so totally unexpected.  "When Suzie lets go
of the pencil you will hold it within you.  Do you understand?" "Yes,
Mistress." "Alright Suzie, let go." At first by attempting to squeeze my
muscles tight around the thin shaft I held it in place.  Soon, however, my
inner muscles grew tired.  Without a constantly firm grip the pencil slid
down.  My vagina was also producing lubricants, which did not help.  I felt
it slip further and further.  It fell into Suzie's waiting hand.  Alarmed I
looked at Mistress.

   "Did I not tell you to keep it within you?" "I'm sorry Mistress!  I
couldn't help it Mistress." "Of course you could!" I wanted to cry.  "You
will do as you are told.  Suzie, again." The pencil shaft was pushed up me
again.  "Obviously you need to practice.  Your cunt is flabby inside." The
second time was even harder.  I was more lubricated.  My muscles were
tired. It slid out.  It slid from me progressively quicker each time it was
inserted.  Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration.  The spreader bar was
removed and my hands untied.  I was spared further failure.  My inner
muscles were almost cramping.

   No rest.  Exercises.  Stretching legs and back.  Bending, stretches,
splits, crabbing.  The latter the worst.  So humiliating pushing up. 
Pushing up my tits and open cunt.  So vulnerable.  Louise knew.  Knew my
secret.  Wet at the exhibition of myself.  Muscles shaking.

   Suzie gave me eggs to eat and then I had had to practice moving again.
This time with clothes.  Sitting.  Standing.  Kneeling.  Walking.  Removing
some, removing all, dressing.  Told never to cross my legs, how to offer
myself, how to be available.  To others.  Told never to hide my marks, to
show my ring when in public, always have my left hand on top if they were
crossed.  Told how it should be done with a variety of tops, skirts and
dresses.  With underwear, without.  So much to take in.  Had to answer her
questions or show her to show I remembered.

   Then without clothes.  Just the stilettos at times.  But first I had to
present myself on knees and elbows facing away from Mistress.  Suzie came
over and knelt by me.  Her fingers went immediately to my bottom!  She had
a lubricant, which she used all around and pressed within.  Something cool
was then pressed against my bottom!  I was told to relax.  Maybe it was a
dildo or a vibrator.  I daren't ask.  Suzie forced it inside me.  It hurt,
it was big, I didn't think it would go.  I was making soft whimpering
noises by the time it slipped suddenly into place.  It felt odd, filling
me, stretching me.  Part of it was obviously still outside me.  My anal
ring caught tight in a ridge.  I felt hair against my thighs.  Was it
Mistress?  Suzie was kneeling where I could see.  She told Suzie to fetch a
mirror.  Her voice was from the sofa!  I could still feel the hair teasing
my thighs.  Someone other than Master!  Someone else seeing this new
indignity!  She told me to stand.  Still with whatever was pushed into my
bottom!  The hair strangely still there.  Behind me.  Wanting to turn.  I
stole a glance as I stood.  No one!

   Suzie brought a large mirror.  I was so shocked!  There was a black plug
in my bottom stretching me wide, but that wasn't the worst.  From the plug
a black horse's tail sprouted!  I couldn't believe it.

   Mistress began laughing.  I felt so humiliated.  "Mistress...  please."
"Be quiet!  Control!  Your face is a picture!" She regained her composure.
"You'll wear the tail while you practice.  The plug will stretch you to
make you easier to access.  Master will wish to use you there at times. 
And the tail...  well it looks so good on you.  It'll help you remember to
sway your hips gracefully."

   I was made to walk across the room.  The tail swished behind me.  I
tried to keep it still but was immediately rebuked for incorrectly walking.
It swung behind, from side to side with each step.  I couldn't forget it.
Nor could I forget the plug stretching my bottom wide.  Stinging.  Opened.

   I began my exercises again.  Standing, walking, always with head high,
eyes lowered.  Up and down stairs, bending with knees bent, bending with
knees straight, kneeling, crawling.  How to present myself, standing,
kneeling, always with my thighs a little apart at least, to allow access,
visual or manual.  Practising time after time under her severe eye.  The
tail swishing incessantly.  Sometimes the hairs stuck to my wetness.  The
invasion in my bottom moved as I walked.  I was never able to forget it. 
Every one of my muscles ached, more than I realised I possessed.

   Lunch was a salad.  I knelt at the table, the tail of the plug still
proud in my bottom so I was given a stool to sit on.  Astride, legs open,
tail over the back.  Exhausted.

   After, Suzie took me upstairs.  She ran a bath and I had to kneel on the
floor and she took off the tail part, and then pulled the plug out.  I
wanted to cry.  My bottom felt open and wide as I still knelt whilst Suzie
washed the plug.  Eventually I was allowed to rest in the hot water for a
while then Suzie gave me a wash where I wasn't allowed.  She whispered to
me.  "You have a beautiful body and you look so sexy.  I hope we'll be
allowed again." It surprised me.  Her fingers lingered on my breasts.  I
turned and kissed her.  "I hope so too, but you are more beautiful and sexy
than I am." She laughed at my comment depreciatingly.  "I wish...  but we
have to hurry.  I have to put on your make-up."

   After she had replaced my collar she brushed my hair.  I had to sit for
her.  Bottom stinging still.  She lightly made up my face then took out a
small jar and brush.  "This is a stain.  It will last regardless of what
you have to do and will still make your lips look good even after any
lipstick has disappeared." She painted my lips with three coats, allowing
each to dry.  Then my nipples!  These only needed one coat apparently. 
Then I had to sit wide apart and she painted my labia too!  Another three
coats.  After each dried she had to wipe my juices.  The brush tickled.  We
laughed together.  Then I had to go onto the bed and spread my cheeks
whilst I knelt.  She painted my behind too, around the stretched rim of my
bottom!  Whilst it dried she kissed my proffered cheeks.  Her hand cupped
my puffy lips.  "You're wet." "Yes.  Will you...  would you like to play
with me?" " We cant.  Not now.  Don't tell Mistress.  I'd like to." "No."
"Where is her husband?" "Away for the week.  On business.  Shush now."

   She showed me what I looked like.  I was a little aroused.  It made me
look ready to orgasm.  I was amazed.  My sexuality was so advertised now.
My mouth and sex lips red, my nipples pink, they all stood out against the
paleness of my body.

   Downstairs Louise examined me.  "A man will be arriving shortly." I
could feel tension tighten my body.  Who was he?  "You will let him in. 
Dressed as you are in your shoes." She smiled at her own joke.  "That will
excite you won't it?" I looked at the floor.  "When he arrives you will
show him in here and stay with us.  Until then stand in the corner and no
doubt get wet at the prospect." What was he doing here?  I would have to
answer the door naked.  He would see me.  I stood shaking in the corner of
the room.  Surely she wouldn't make me fuck him?  Why else could he be
coming, or was I just being used for ornamentation?

   Dreaded and desired the doorbell to ring.  Eventually it did.  I went to
answer it.  Wiped my thighs in the hall.  I felt ridiculous, totally
ashamed and horny showing myself off like this.  I had to open the door and
greet him!  It took all my courage not to hide myself.  I couldn't talk. 
Breathing all over the place.  The man was probably about five years older
than me.  I was naked!  Completely.  Exposed.  He took in my nudity and
grinned which made me blush and not look up from the floor again.  I felt
his eyes on my bottom as I led the way to the lounge.  Suzie was already
there with two cups of tea, but she was sent away.  I could tell that she
wanted to stay.  Secretly appraised the man.  Not my type.

   "Hello Andrew." "Hello Mistress Louise." Mistress?  I had the feeling
that Mistress was amused.  I had to kneel before them as I had been taught.
Taking tea.  Afternoon tea.  Knees apart on the carpet.  Hands open on my
thighs.  So exposed.  Lips unfurling.  Wanted to run away.  Nipples hard.
Eyes down.  So vulnerable before a stranger.  They chatted about the most
inconsequential things as they sipped the tea.  No idea what was happening.
Except that I was naked, exhibiting myself to them.  On show.  My mind
wandered.  What was Master doing now?  It was so long since he'd been
inside me.  I was doing as Master wanted.  This man?  Why was he here?  Was
I to be fucked?  I was shaking slightly.  What would I have to do?

   "Alright.  Let's get started.  Undress." Undress?  I was undressed! 
Andrew stood up whilst I was still assessing what to do.  He was
undressing! Him not me!  Why was he undressing.  He wasn't hard.  He folded
his clothes and stood with his dick semi flaccid.  I wasn't arousing
enough! I felt stricken.  He smelt of soap.  He'd even taken off his shoes
and socks.  My nakedness insufficient to arouse him.  I realised that I
felt hurt.  Not feeling good enough.

   He leant against the arm of the sofa.  Louise sat beside him.  Told to
move until I was between his spread legs.  "I want to see how you pleasure
a man.  You will do exactly as I say.  Not that it matters, slut, but do
you enjoy using your mouth on a man?" "Yes Mistress." My friends had all
told me dreadful it was.  I believed them, gone along with them.  Master
had changed that.  Right from the beginning I enjoyed his cock in me
wherever.  I loved the feel of him filling my mouth.  Feeling controlled
then.  Feeling pleasure at his pleasure.  The smell of man in my nostrils,
the velvet covered iron of his flesh.  Loved kissing it, showing my love.
It was an embodiment of his control over me.  I loved the taste of him
lingering in my mouth afterwards.

   This was a strange cock.  Circumcised.  Not Master's.  Smelt different,
smelt of a different soap too.  About the same length but a little thinner.
But I was doing his bidding.  There was no denying the feeling that was
spreading between my thighs.

   Initially I was told how to use my fingers and hands.  Louise watched
every movement.  Told to remember, learn.  Squeeze the warm flesh between
my fingers, pump it in my fist, run my fingers along his length, over his
balls, very occasionally pulling my nail over his knob, touching his anus.
I was rewarded.  He became hard.  I could feel him throbbing in my hand. 
It made me feel better.

   Then my mouth.  Just my mouth without help from my hands.  Held them
behind my back.  Kissing and licking, shaft, balls, knob.  Nibbling.  At
the front of my mouth, deep with.  Quickly bobbing up and down his shaft,
slowly working over it.  I was allowed to use my hands on him again.  On
the shaft, on his balls and thighs.  I felt the flesh twitch and throb but
nothing I did appeared to make him near his climax.  Louise had me take my
hands away again and had him push deep into my mouth, then deeper.  I felt
panic.  My hands came away from their position as a gagging sensation
filled me.  Afraid of being sick I had to pull back.

   "You may come Andrew." "Thank you Mistress." I watched as semen jetted
from him.  It hit my face and throat.  He was aiming it.  Again spurts. 
Slithered down my face.  Some in my hair.  In my eye.  It stung!  Stung
like hell.  Shutting my eyes and trying to still my hands.  Blinking it
clear.  Tears rolling from my eye.  By the time I recovered Andrew was
already dressed.  I heard Mistress tell him to come again at the same time.
I realised that was no pun.  Still naked and covered in his semen I let him
out.

   "You'll get better." I was standing in front of her on my return. 
"Practice.  Practice.  Practice.  Go and bring the pencil." I scuttled out
and brought back the dreaded pencil.  She inserted it deep inside.  "I'm
too wet Mistress." "Don't you ever speak like that again!  You will only
answer questions.  You'll be punished later.  Now spread." The pencil slid
out of my reddened lips too easily.  I was wet.  I had to really clench on
it to stop it coming out too quickly.  Louise wasn't impressed.  She
slapped the inside of my thighs.  Again, over and over.  My muscles
screamed.  I was made to stand in the corner in the kitchen.

   After what felt like a long time she told me she was going to slap my
thighs and buttocks.  This was not punishment.  She would do it simply
because she desired to, but secretly I knew I deserved it.  I had to ask
her to spank me.  I leant over the kitchen table, my breasts on the cool
wood, I pushed up my bottom for her, spread my thighs for her.  She wore
leather gloves and I sobbed for her.  Cried tears for her.  She drew it out
a long time.  Slapping me gradually harder and harder with caresses in
between.  Caresses on my flesh, not my sex.  The pain and the need that she
wanted me to feel grew and grew.  It was like a hard ball of fire.  My skin
must have glowed.

   When she stopped I had to stay where I was as the heat gradually
lessened.  She sat beside me reading a newspaper.  As she read her fingers
explored my thighs and found my hot cunt at times.  She had taken the glove
off.  She continued to read the newspaper whilst she fingered me!  "Knowing
you to be a hot little bitch I suppose you want to come?" "Oh yes Mistress!
Please Mistress.  Oh Yes!" "Well hurry up then, we haven't got all day."
"Oh thank you Mistress.  Thank you." So unexpected.  Desperately I rubbed
myself up and down her fingers as they clawed into me, against her hand.  I
didn't want her to change her mind.  It didn't take long.  My juices
spurted as usual as I bucked.  "My God, girl!  My hand is saturated!" "I'm
sorry Mistress.  I'll lick it Mistress." She looked at me for a while.  My
body still skewered on her fingers.  Then softly, "Yes, you will.  You
enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Oh yes, Mistress.  Thank you Mistress." Her
eyes bored into me.  She sent for Suzie.  "Would you like this slut to
bring you off.  I can tell you like her." Suzie's eyes went wide.  "It's
alright, I don't mind.  I find it amusing.  I'd like to see you come for me
on her fingers.  Just remember who you're coming for." "Yes.  Please
Mistress.  I'll come for you Mistress."

   My thighs were soaking from Mistress's fingers and I smelt of sex.  I
rolled up Suzie's skirt and pulled off her white knickers.  She had to sit
on the edge of the table and spread her legs whilst I knelt between them.
Her cunt lips were fat.  Once Mistress was happy with our positions I was
told to begin.  I rubbed over her clit and then wet my fingers inside her
before doing it again.  Fucking her with my fingers and then over her clit,
just as I liked it.  I could tell that she liked it too.  I wanted to kiss
her sex again but hadn't been told to do that.  "You have one minute. 
You'll come then.  If you don't you'll be punished." I knew she was hot but
I didn't think she would be able to come so quickly.  "Forty five seconds."
I redoubled my efforts.  "Thirty seconds." Oh God.  I couldn't do it for
her.  "Fifteen seconds." Suddenly I felt Suzie become wetter, her vagina
twitched.  "Come now!" She did.  Bucking a little against my hand, sighing
softly above me.

   "You liked that didn't you Suzie?  Having Emma touch you for me.  Just
make sure you don't have it happen unless I allow it.  No private little
sessions.  I know you two hot little sluts." "No Mistress." We both
chorused.  Suzie was told to dress correctly again and Mistress laughed as
we were sent away to prepare dinner.  I was made to wear the tail again in
my bottom.  It didn't sting as much this time.

   The days continued with much the same.  I felt I was getting a little
better with all my tests.  Even the pencil.  I missed Master.  I knew he
was right about me and other women.  It didn't matter as long as I was
told, ordered.  I was a slut.  Even Andrew began to exchange bashful smiles
with me as I let him in and out.

   One day I was told to dress in a summer frock, high heels and clean
knickers.  We were going out in the car.  It was strange both being dressed
and going out.  I sat still as we drove watching Mistress surreptitiously
out of the corner of my eye.  She looked really attractive.

   We got out of the car and walked to a little lingerie shop.  I thought
it was closed but the door opened for Mistress.  Inside we were shown
another door by a middle-aged woman and ascended the staircase.  I walked
behind Mistress, concentrating hard on keeping upright in my heels but
secretly half watching the sway of Mistress's hips and the curve of her
legs.  At the summit of the stairs there was a large room, much larger than
downstairs with areas divided up and full of merchandise.  It was cool
inside.  There was air conditioning.

   A young woman, dressed in an extremely short black skirt with fishnet
tights and a white semi transparent top, approached and welcomed Mistress.
"Good afternoon, Madam.  May I help?" "Good afternoon.  Yes you may." I
tried to stand correctly but saw Mistress's eyes quickly appraising the
young woman.  Then turning to me, "Go over to the changing area and undress
so that you are ready.  Keep your shoes on." I had to undress here?  Dress
and knickers?  I looked around.  There didn't seem to be any changing
rooms. The young woman pointed.  There was only an open alcove with hangers
on a rack and a bench seat.  I walked over to it.  There was no curtain!  I
looked again in case I had missed it, nothing!  There were other clothes
neatly hung.  Oh God there were others here.  Guiltily I knew I was
excited. Mistress and the young woman were talking, taking no notice of me;
I swallowed and began to undress.

   When naked I had to force myself not to cover myself, stand with my legs
slightly apart.  The cool air had made my nipples very hard and made my
aureoles crinkle.  Even so, I felt hot.  I stood waiting excitedly. 
Eventually I was called over.  I was conspicuously naked and standing in an
open area.  The assistant would look at me; others might see me like this.
I felt nervously skittish.  Louise was instructing the assistant to measure
me for the records and to find a black leather corset, a black waist belt
and attachments for both in my size.  I watched shocked as I saw Mistress's
hand rise and cup the assistant's breast.  She leaned over and kissed her,
the memory of her doing exactly the same to me suddenly strong in my mind.
I was jealous.  The kiss ended but Mistress continued to manipulate her
breast.  It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Only after a gasp
had come from the assistant did Mistress stop.

   "Go and organise a black coffee for me, I'll be over in a moment, then
you can start with this slut." The assistant bounced away on her long legs,
smiling, her heels drumming on the floor." You'll do as required, little
slavey, you'll do as you are told and act in no way to bring embarrassment
on me.  Is that clear?" "Yes Mistress." Her mouth opened mine as she
suddenly took my mouth with hers.  "You'd better be good.  They have whips
here." Said like a caress, it was almost as if she was thinking it would be
pleasant to whip me.  I trembled as I watched her disappear around a
corner.

   It was only a moment but I was standing alone and openly naked.  It was
scary and exciting.  The assistant came back.  Her manner was not in any
way the same as it had been with Mistress.  She was in charge.  She was
wearing the clothes.  I was made to know in no uncertain terms what
position I held.  Her nipples protruded obviously.  I followed meekly as I
walked naked behind her.

   Standing me by a desk, she began to measure me.  The tape cold around my
back and breasts.  After writing the measurement down she turned back and
stared at them again.  She slapped one breast gently, watching its
movements, then the other.  She did it again.  Then she measured my waist
and hips as though I was a piece of furniture.

   I thought it was over, but I was mistaken.  My wrists and ankles were
measured, all kinds of distances and circumferences which I could see
little use for.  She took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them
rhythmically until I was pushing out to her and they were as hard as she
could get them.  Then she produced a little hand held device to measure
their width and height.  The only times that she caught my eye she raised
her eyebrows in a condescending way.  She slapped my thighs apart and knelt
to measure the inside of my legs.  Each time I could feel her fingers
against my lips.  The last time she must have caught her hand against my
opening.  She lifted her hand up to my face.  I could see the shiny juices
spread on the back of her hand.  I blushed scarlet.  She pressed it to my
mouth to lick clean, and then she wiped her hand over my stomach.

   "New aren't you?" I nodded, keeping my eyes lowered.  I was acutely
embarrassed by my lack of clothing in front of her.  It gave her power over
me.  It was a power that I hadn't had a say in, even though I still
secretly knew it to be exciting.  Then it struck me that Louise was
physically making me realise the situation I was now in.  It was a
situation where she expected me to understand the small detail fully now.
The small print in my slave contract!  "You call me 'Miss'." "Yes Miss."
She moved behind me.  A hand caressed my buttocks.  "You've not been caned.
I like them caned.  I like the feel of the hard raised wheals across the
softness." She felt me tense.  "Yes, that's nice." She moved in front of me
again and lent against desk.  Drawing up her short skirt she presented me
with the sight of her sex through her tights.  She wore no knickers, just
the fishnet tights.  I could see the hair flattened, the hint of her lips.
I was made to kneel and lightly kiss her there.  She didn't want me to
pleasure her; it just allowed me to know my station.  It was all I needed
to stop any rebellious feelings.

   I followed her as she led me to whatever she wanted to look at.  Another
assistant was with a redheaded woman looking at some items of clothing on a
hanger across the room in another alcove.  She had a naked girl with her!
Naked like me.  With a collar.  Like me.  Tall and blonde, though I thought
surprisingly plain of face.  I felt myself shaking.  There was nowhere to
hide.  I wanted to be childlike and think that if I didn't see them they
wouldn't be able to see me.

   An arm took mine and turned me towards the racks.  The perfume of
leather almost overpowering.  They were full of corsets.  She chose a black
one and made me stand holding onto a shelf above my head.  Passing it in
front of me she then began fastening it at the back.  She pulled it tight
and began threading the straps.  It became tighter and tighter.  I
squirmed. I could hardly breathe.  My ribs were compressed, as was my
waist. There was pressure inside me pushing both up and down.  "It's
supposed to be tight, that's the idea.  It's supposed to compress the
waist, raise the bottom, flatten the stomach, lift the breasts and round
the hips.  Your Mistress wants you to look good, now stop moving."

   Eventually it was completed.  As my arms came down I felt faint.  I had
to take small quick breaths, the boned waist pressing in my ribs.  I was so
aware of my body.  My breasts and red nipples were thrust up high by the
pressure and by a small leather support under my breasts.  My hips flared
and my mound felt heavy and full.  I wanted to wee with the pressure.

   The redheaded Mistress suddenly appeared and came towards me with her
blonde.  She looked me over as I blushed, then pulled me towards her a
little and slipped her hand between my thighs.  A stranger!  A Mistress! 
Her fingers opened me.  What was happening to me?  I felt so light headed.
Her fingers worked me.  The assistant was holding my arms behind me.  My
knees were opened for ease of entry into me.  Something else against me. 
Something round.  Pushing into me.  Wiping against my open wet cunt.  Then
taken away.

   The other assistant took something from the woman.  The blonde was made
to suck the woman's fingers.  Sucked my juices!  Then the assistant
fastened something around the blonde girls mouth.  It was like a ball with
a hole in it, fastened inside her open mouth.  With my juices on it!  The
blonde caught my eye for a second then looked down again.  She could taste
me!  She was gagged and would taste me!  As suddenly as they had appeared
they left.

   The assistant pulled me on.  "What a slut!  What a disgustingly little
bitch you are!" "Yes Miss." I was so hot!  "Please.  Please.  Make me
come!" I whispered.  "No.  Suffer!  I might report you to your Mistress!"
She walked me over to an area at the side with comfortable chairs around a
table.  I was shown to Mistress who was sitting drinking coffee in a plush
area.  My corset shown to her with me inside it.  It was accepted and I was
led off again.  The assistant didn't tell on me.

   The assistant took off my corset.  I gasped for breath.  A wide belt was
fastened around me.  It felt almost as tight.  My hands were taken behind
me and fastened to the back of the belt.  The assistant squeezed my
nipples, arousing me again, then laughed at my need and stopped.  Again I
was shown to Mistress.  She was sitting talking to the other Mistress!  I
was taken away again.  The assistant collected stockings to go with the
corset and belt and packed the items for Mistress.

   Back with Mistress.  Naked still, as was the blonde standing there with
the ball gag still in her mouth.  It made her look as if she was sucking
cock I thought idly.  Suddenly I heard Mistress tell me to kneel, between
the woman's legs.  The woman had stood up.  She wanted to make use of me!
Mistress would watch!

   I knelt in front of the Mistress.  I crossed my arms behind me as I was
told, pushing out my breasts towards her.  She slowly unfastened her skirt.
Stepped out of it.  Threw it behind her.  She wore green knickers. 
Standing with her feet on each side of my thighs, her crutch almost at my
face.  I could see neat pubic hair behind the thin material.  I realised I
had been holding my breath then I slowly let it out.  She stood inches from
my face without moving.  It seemed like hours.  My vision only green silk.
I could smell her femininity.  People were watching!

   Finally I gave in to it, I let my face move forward.  Not long ago I
would never have believed I could do this.  Even days ago I tended to think
it wrong.  Now I wanted so much to please her.  She was lithe.  Could smell
her sex.  It frightened me a little, this lust of mine.  My head, my mouth
between at the join of her thighs.  Kissing the material, her thighs.  I
could feel her muscles under my mouth, her knickers wetter with my saliva
as I began to kiss her more strongly.  I pulled the knickers down her legs
with my teeth.  Back at the apex of her thighs I saw her sex, my mouth
opened and I licked her lovingly.  God, I was disgusting, it was so good.
Her taste and smell filling my nose and mouth.  Knew what to do.  I had to
pleasure her.  That was my role and I was relishing it.  The taste of a
woman.  My tongue inside her cunt.  Back and forth.  Sucked her clit,
licked it.  Felt the tension in her body.  She came.  It was as if it was
me.  Juices and spasms.  More in control than I could ever be.  My face
covered in her.

   Mistress told me she was pleased with me on the drive back.  I glowed.
At the house I was made to practice with the leather corset and belt.  That
was really hard.  Soon it was time to suck Andrew's cock again.  My tail
shook about and the days went on.

   On Friday afternoon I was tied to the bed again.  I lay there
occasionally hearing sounds but left alone.  Suzie brought me something to
eat later.  "What's going on?" "Master Robert is back.  He's not to see
you" "Doesn't he know I'm here?" "Oh yes.  Of course.  Mistress is keeping
you for later." After eating a light meal I was told to shower and put on
clothes and makeup.  They were laid out for me.  Suzie took me downstairs.
In the hallway Louise took me in her arms and kissed me, her tongue snaking
into my upturned mouth.  I felt faint, as if wearing the corset.  As I
thought about the taste of her lipstick she took me into the lounge.

   On a chair was a naked man!  He was strapped down so that he couldn't
move!  His erection was standing up rather proudly.  He was gagged!  His
eyes bulged.  He had a hairy chest and wasn't much smaller than Master. 
His erect cock looked darker.  Idly I thought how different women's sex
were, their cunts and tits all seemed to be very personal shapes and sizes,
yet men's cocks, whilst they varied, only did so a little.  "Slut this is
Robert, my husband.  Robert this is Michael's slut.  Do you want to watch?
Of course you do, how silly.  Would you like her after?" I couldn't follow
what was going on.

   Mistress began kissing me again.  And fondling me.  I was excited, I
knew Robert was watching.  She took me to the sofa opposite Robert.  We lay
down, I in her arms as she continued kissing and touching me.  Gradually
she unfastened my blouse.  Robert could see what she was doing.  My breasts
on display in her hands.  She rubbed up my thighs as her tongue fucked my
mouth.  Her arm rucking up my skirt.  Robert was watching as I was being
groped and kissed.  Whilst she showed him she was using me.  She whispered
into my mouth that I could come when I wanted.  It didn't take long.  Her
fingers found my sex, just brushed them.  I cried out and shook.  Her hands
had removed my clothes.  Fingers deep inside, her mouth biting my nipples.
My back arched up as I came again.  I caught Roberts eyes as I screamed.  I
noticed Suzie standing behind Robert.  I came again, then thrown onto the
carpet and made to kneel up on hands and knees for a while.

   I noticed Suzie was with Mistress.  She appeared to be undressing her.
Suddenly she was stood in front of me.  It was if she had a cock!  I didn't
know what it was.  It was hard and but not rigid and fastened to her with
straps.  It seemed to open her too.  She moved behind me and I felt it cool
on my back.  Then Mistress was fucking me with it!  As though she was a
man! It was so strange.  Someone other than Master was fucking me!  I
hadn't been used like this for a week.  I felt breasts against my back.  I
wanted filling but this was wrong.  Soon it didn't matter.  I was being
used.  My cunt was being used.  Master had given me.  It was what I was
born for.  Louise's shafting of my cunt was making me cry out and grunt
like I was on heat.  I was.  Her bitch, being fucked by her.  Her body
slapped against mine and its extension was demanding, dominating me.  I
gave in to it, all vestiges of my own will given away.  As I did my body
became almost uncontrollable.  Almost, not quite.  I had to be good, I had
to wait, my body hers.  I cried out, desperate to be allowed to come,
desperate to hear her command.  When it came I felt myself open to it, let
it explode in me.  I collapsed, not really aware of anything.

   I was exhausted.  Suzie and Mistress helped me up.  They led me over to
Robert.  I was made to place a foot on each side of his legs.  I remember I
could smell his aftershave but the smell of his manhood was stronger.  My
legs were astride him.  Fingers took his cock and lowered me onto it,
filling me.  Another cock in me.  It was big and hot, different to the
dildo.  I had missed Master.  I needed his cock.  Had to be used by this
one.  Give myself to this one too.  I rode him, not knowing where the
energy came from.  I rode him, grinding against him.  Squeezing him with
the muscles in my vagina.  Wanting him to enjoy me.  A noise from behind
the gag.  And again.  My body filled with his hot liquids, they dribbled
out as I continued.  Until I came again.  I was so tired, so tender.  I
slid off him, dribbling on the floor.

   Not even thinking, I began cleaning his cock.  I knew my place, my
duties.  I saw Suzie naked buttocks and cunt as she knelt between
Mistress's thighs bringing her to a climax.  I realised that I had never
been allowed to see Mistress come before.  Semen continued to ooze slowly
from Robert as I licked him.

   In the morning Suzie bathed me.  She made me feel special.  She bathed
me and then rubbed me with oils and made me up, dried my hair.  I was taken
downstairs, naked as usual.  Sitting at the table with Mistress was Master!
I almost ran to him but stopped myself, trying to remain calm.  My heart
was beating so hard I thought I might have a heart attack!  He was smiling
at me!  He had come back!  "Hello my little submissive." "Hello Master." My
cunt responded to him as if I was one of Pavlov's dogs.  "For God's sake
take that stupid grin off your face and make us both breakfast!"

   It was so wonderful being with Master again.  I couldn't help but touch
him occasionally to make sure he was real.  We went back to the house and
lounged around in bed or around the house all day.  I was his.  This time I
was with him.  It had seemed like ages.  I was back!  He was pleased with
me, pleased with his submissive slut.

   That evening my body felt as though it was a strummed guitar.  There
were about a thirty people at the cocktail party in the hotel, about twice
as many men as women.  I wore a thin black dress, spaghetti straps and
stockings.  I also wore my collar of course, but it was a new silver one
which locked at the back and also a thin silver linked leash.  Master took
me in holding my leash.  In the party it hung from my collar.  People could
see what I was.  I liked that.  I was aroused by it.  I saw their eyes on
me, saw desire.

   During the course of the evening I realised that there were other slaves
too.  Another girl and two men.  One of the male slaves was Robert.

   Master told me that we were to go to a room and watch people.  He
knocked on a door.  Whilst he waited he took my breasts out and fondled
them.  Louise let us in, her hands playing over my displayed breast before
moving to sit on the bed.  Robert was blindfold and strapped naked to a
padded dressing table bench like yesterday.  He had a ball gag strapped in
his mouth again.  A woman straddled him.  Thirtyish, looking hot.  Black
dress.  She was using Robert, a man who was bound.  It wouldn't have
occurred to me not long ago that a man could be dominated.  The woman blew
a kiss to Michael, ignoring me.  Michael sat on a chair, standing me at his
side with my breasts on display.  Not knowing what to do with my hands they
hung acquiescent by my side.  Cheeks burning, I watched.  Scared to move. I
was wet.  Under cover of her skirts she obviously continued to pleasure
herself on Robert.  On his cock.  Closing her eyes.  A deep sigh came from
her.  I wanted to touch myself.  I needed to be used.  She seemed to be
grinding herself against him.  For a long time there was silence in the
room.  Then she began to moan softly and the tendons in her neck stood out
as she came.  Finally her head fell forward as she took slow deep breaths.

   Eventually she dismounted from the naked figure.  Michael's hand slid up
my leg from behind.  Under my skirt.  The hem being pulled up by his arm.
Breasts bared.  Legs opened as though it were natural to have a hand slide
up stockings onto the flesh of my thighs, it was for mine.  Thighs
sensitive to his caresses.  Just touching my swollen lips.

   Robert's cock was still very erect.  Shiny with her secretions.  She
straightened her dress and hair.  Took a tissue and wiped herself under her
dress.  Gave Louise a kiss.  Although flushed it was impossible to have
known what she had just done.  She grinned at Michael and walked
confidently from the room with Louise.

   I looked at Robert as Master continued to tease my cunt.  At his cock
standing proud from his stomach.  It had been deep inside me only
yesterday. It was tied around the base.  Almost like shoe laces tying his
balls and cock.  The veins standing out.  His chest moving up and down.  He
had a hard pulsing cock.  The room smelt of excitement.  He had a tattoo on
his buttock that I hadn't noticed before.  Two crossed keys.

   Another woman entered the room.  Dark hair, green satin dress, big
cleavage.  Looking excited.  Louise looked at me looking at her husbands
cock.  The black haired woman looked at me too.  Watched the hand up my
skirts.  Turned her back to Louise to have her zip pulled down.  Pushing
myself down a little on Master's hand.  Stepped out of the dress.  Gave it
to Louise.  Suspender and bra.  No knickers, wild pubic hair.  Master had
me raise my skirts to my waist.  They looked, at my wet cunt, looked as his
fingers easily entered me and I groaned.

   Laughing, the woman threw a leg over the figure of Robert as though
mounting a horse.  I watched mesmerised as she took the cock in her hand
and drew it to her.  First rubbing it over her clit, her lips opening as
she fed it inside.  Master's fingers echoed the rhythm of the cock.  I
could see it all.  It was if I could feel it.

   It was all too much.  Seeing them fucking.  Displaying myself whilst
being fingered.  I came and they watched.  They all saw my shame, all saw
my unrestrained body as it obviously climaxed.  All except Robert of
course, who would have known by the sounds.  "She'll have to be punished,
wont she?" "Oh yes, don't worry."

   He made me take my dress off.  Naked now.  I hoped that he would put me
over his knee now in front of everyone.  Make me show them all.  I had to
wait.

   The woman had released her breasts, playing with them, grinding her clit
down on the base of the captive cock.  Louise came up to her, kissed her as
she fucked her husband, kissed her breasts.  The dark haired woman
orgasmed. As she was relaxing, her arms holding her half way up Robert's
cock, she looked at me with a predatory gaze.

   Louise removed Robert's blindfold.  Helped the woman off Robert.  Hugged
her.  Pressing against her.  Robert watching, eyes wide.  Slid her body
down the woman.  Her face hiding that wild pubic hair.  The woman pushing
against her mouth.  Her hand held her hair.  She began to shake.  Louise
snaked a hand onto Robert.  Onto his purple cock.  Undid his bindings.  A
noise behind his gag.  Immediately semen spurted high.  Jets of it. 
Landing on his chest and face.  Ignoring him, simply letting him watch as
she licked the woman to another loud climax.

   I had to lick up Robert's semen for the second time in two days.  Then
kneeling between Michael's legs, I licked him.  Wanting him.  Took him
deep. Desperate.  One of the women began fingering me for a moment.  I
didn't know who.  Crudely, not caring, her fingers making me aware of my
use.  I was rewarded by Masters semen in my mouth.  I came again at his
pleasure with me.

   My body pulsed with arousal.  Master led me by my lead naked from the
room onto the hotel corridor.  I wondered if there would be people to see
me.  I walked as Louise had shown me.  Imagined the tail in my rear.  Naked
on a corridor!  I was proud to be displayed as his.  I wanted him to be
proud of his slave.

   A tight rubber blindfold was secured over my eyes.  He unlocked a door
and led me within.  "Who are you?" "Yours Master." "What are you?"
"Whatever you wish me to be Master." I suddenly realised.  I pressed up
against him.  It was allowed for a moment.  A woman's hand took me to the
bed.  My hands fastened together.  "Hello, my love." It was Pia.  "Michael
has given me to you as a maid." My mind raced.  I had to lie on the bed. 
My hands were taken above my head and secured somewhere.  Pillows were
placed beneath my hips and my thighs spread wide apart display myself.  I
felt my cunt lips curled wetly apart.

   "Now it's your turn." Master kissed me on my lips.  "Pia will bring them
to you." A shudder ran through me.  I almost came again.  He laughed.