0 comments/ 107467 views/ 6 favorites Full-Time Leather Slut By: Leslie I apologize for taking so long to post another story, but this one took me a while. It's just a fantasy, but one I have been thinking about for a while. I hope you all enjoy it, and I would welcome your feedback on it! * * * * * Part 1 "Are ya ready?" I asked Chris on the phone. "Yep, let's go!" he replied. "I will be right over." I left my apartment, walked to Chris' door, and just went right in. He was wearing a boxer-type bathing suit. "Take that thing off," I said, pointing to it. "Leslie, I have to wear something," he replied. "Yes, I know. Take it off." As Chris pulled down the trunks, he eyed my body. I was wearing my black one-piece suit, with black heels. He loves that outfit, and his cock was already rising. I reached into my bag, and pulled out a man's bikini suit, with the lining cut out. It was yellow with black vertical stripes. Chris gave me a quizzical look. "Just put it on, sexy," I teased. He pulled it up his legs, and laid his hardening cock inside, to the left. The vertical stripes made the bulge oh-so-visible. "Much better," I told him. We went up the stairs to the car, and off we went to Verna's house. Chris and I had been neighbors at our apartment complex for about six months. We became good friends, at first, and then I told him all about my love for pornography. He admitted the same to me. It became a habit to swap erotic movies, and then we began to masturbate together while watching them. Nudity became the normal routine for us, and we agreed on an "open-door" policy for our apartments. In essence, we shared each other's apartments. It wasn't long after that we became sexual "partners", with no emotional ties. It satisfied both of our sexual lust. He was twenty-seven, short brown hair, slim body, and sported a nice six-inch cock. Verna was a widow who lived on the opposite side of town. She had an immense spread, complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, her own maid, the works. Verna was 45 years old. She sported a short pixie haircut, which was striking with her jet-black hair. I had met her at the hair salon the day I had Brandy shave my head. It took us all of one night out to become intense lovers. At 5'3", and around 130 pounds, she had become addicted to working out, which made for a tight, compact body. Her 36DD breasts seemed to stand straight out, which had always amazed me. Her buns were tight and pronounced, and they were the objects of desire for many men and women. The valet received my car, and as we approached the front door, it swung open. Verna's maid, Julia, greeted us. She wore the perfect French-maid attire, and I have always had the hots for her. Julia escorted us to the pool area, where I saw Verna and a stranger sitting by the pool. Both women were dressed in matching white thong bikinis. I swear I could hear Chris take a huge gulp. As Verna saw us approach, she gracefully rose from her lounge chair and moved to us, greeting me with a huge hug and a deep kiss. I could feel Chris' eyes on us as we kissed. I then introduced Verna to Chris as she held me, and she looked him up and down, sizing him up. She stared at his thick cock, barely hidden behind his bikini, and smiled. This all started two nights before as Verna and I had gone out for our weekly Thursday night dinner. She had confessed to me her desire for a man, and wanted to know if I could bring someone along when I visited her on Saturday. I knew the perfect guy. That night, as I stood before her in my black garter, seamed stockings and heels, sporting a life-like strap-on, I was amazed to see my up-to-now lesbian-lover suck that fake cock with complete and wild abandon. It was plainly obvious to me that she needed a real man, and soon. "Well, drinks anyone?" Verna asked. "Vodka and cranberry for me, sweets," I replied. "Just a coke for me," Chris said. I didn't even notice Julia standing off to the side. Verna told her to bring the drinks, and then motioned for us to follow her to the pool, where I noticed a beautiful black woman relaxing in another lounge chair. Her body was very long, her hair cut short to her scalp, and her bikini top barely covered her plump breasts. "Katrina, this is Leslie and Chris," Verna said as she introduced us. Katrina, I thought. What a lovely name it was. She dipped her sunglasses to look at us, and greeted us with a bright "Hello". "Chris, how about grabbing a couple of more lounge chairs for us, okay?" Verna asked. "Sure, no problem," he replied. Chris laid next to Verna, and I removed my sarong, sitting next to Katrina. Just then Julia arrived with our drinks, and we all relaxed, pleasantly making small talk. After a while, I stood up and moved behind Chris, massaging his shoulders. "So Verna, what do you think of my neighbor?" I asked. Verna turned, and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. She looked up at me and grinned approvingly. "Very nice, Leslie. I love this little bikini he is wearing. It definitely doesn't hide much!" Verna exclaimed. Katrina stood, and moved behind me. I could feel her body next to mine, her thighs touching my thighs. "I just love this naked head, girl!" Katrina said. "Play with it if you like," I replied. She began to rub my head all over, and then I felt her tongue licking my scalp. A wave of pleasure overtook my body, and I swooned with delight. Verna had begun to run her nails along the bulge in Chris' bikini, and I knew he loved it. His cock looked huge now, thanks to Verna's fingers. I heard Chris groan as Verna removed her bikini top, her lovely, perky breasts appearing before him. Apparently Katrina had removed her top also, because I could feel her soft mounds rubbing up and down my back. I instinctively moved my ass back toward her, and I could feel her covered pussy rubbing against me. I was quickly becoming aroused, and I just had to turn to her. I grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her to me. She had taken my shaved head in her hands, and our open mouths met in a wet French kiss. "Katrina, you are turning me on like mad," I told her. She removed my bikini top, and our bodies meshed, our breasts smashing together. It didn't take long for our bottoms to fall to the wayside, and we danced a sexy female dance together, grinding against each other, arousing each other to a fever pitch. I looked down for a second, and pulled slightly away from her. Her bush was trimmed, exposing a gorgeous clit. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted it right then. I turned back toward the lounge chairs, and Chris was standing, his bikini tossed aside, straddling Verna as she laid in the chair. Verna was kissing his cock and balls, moaning in pleasure as she did so, relishing the fact that she had a nice six-inch cock to lick and suck. Katrina and I, holding each other tight, just stood and stared for a moment. We watched as Verna took just the head of his cock in her mouth, pausing to taste the flavor. Opening her mouth wide, she took the entire length in her mouth, her cheeks sucking in, and Chris couldn't help but hold her by the head, slowly withdrawing his cock. Verna loved it! "Leslie, my love! His cock is perfect for my mouth," she squealed. My hands trailed down to Katrina's pussy, and I parted her lips with my fingers. I could feel the bud of her clit, and then I slid my hand down further, my fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass. Again we shared a French kiss, to the sounds of Verna sucking Chris' cock in the background. "I want it now," I told Katrina. I sat on the lounge chair next to Verna and Chris, and Katrina straddled the chair, facing away from me. Her lovely ass was right in my face, and I began to kiss the soft cheeks. "Oh gosh girl, that feels so nice," she crooned. Katrina bent over at the waist, and spread her legs. Her gorgeous pink pussy was entirely exposed to me, and I told her how heavenly it was. Usually I like to take my time, but I couldn't resist her. I whimpered and sighed as I ran my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her, drinking it like a cat drinks milk. The taste was fantastic, and I devoured her pussy, licking up and down, twirling my lips and tongue around her sizable clit. Katrina was clearly enjoying this; she began to rock her hips, moving her pussy along my mouth. Spreading her legs even wider, she bent further over to the point that she could look up and see me eating her pussy. I had to wonder if she was a contortionist or not. Katrina was squealing loudly now, and she reached back to feel my pussy, eventually pushing two fingers deep into me. I couldn't help but grind my pussy into her fingers, and I began to feel my orgasm slowly rise within me. "My clit, baby, suck on my clit," she blared. I grabbed her thighs, and pulled her clit to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking on it; Katrina began to beg. "Oh please, yes, oh god, yes, don't stop, don't stop, please, keep going baby!" Katrina suddenly latched onto the sides of the lounge chair, and her black legs and ass began to shake. Her juices began to flow like a river from her pussy, soaking my mouth. I worked my tongue harder and harder on her clit, and her orgasm shot through her. "EEEEEIIIIIAAAAYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she howled. She began to yelp now with each flick of my tongue, her fingers still locked inside me. Some part of her was still aware of my pussy, and she began to finger me harder, flicking my clit with her thumb. I couldn't believe I was cumming, and it caught me by surprise. I began to mumble words of passion as I continued to eat her. Katrina and I were cumming together now, in such an unbelievable position, and it seemed to last for several minutes. When our orgasms subsided, I leaned back in my lounge chair, and Katrina collapsed. "Very nice, Leslie and Katrina," commented Verna. I opened my eyes to see her relaxing comfortably, nude now, touching her clit, with Chris' cum all over her titties. I had not even heard him orgasm, due to the passion of Katrina and I. "Thanks Verna," I replied. Katrina was still lying on my chair, facing away from me, breathing heavily. "I thought you two would go well together." "She gives great head, Leslie," Chris chimed in, motioning to Verna. "Well, she needed something big and hard to suck, didn't you Verna?" "Very much so. I would like to keep him," she said, looking at Chris. Chris laughed, and I smiled a wary smile at him. I knew where this was leading. "Well, how about it, Chris?" Verna asked. "How about what?" Chris replied. "I am offering you employment." I noticed his cock beginning to become erect. Katrina then rose, kissed me, and jumped in the pool. "Employment?" he asked. "Yes. You will live here, have your own bedroom, your own office with which to continue your regular job, and I will employ you in a sexual capacity," Verna explained. "I see. What is the rate of pay?" he asked. "Let's see. How about $500.00 a week tax free, to start? Raises will be frequent, dependent upon performance. You will have full use of the house, all it's facilities, and daily massages from Julia. We can draw up a contract later." "Go for it, Chris," I chimed in. His cock was now standing straight up. "I see you like the idea," Verna exclaimed. I was watching Katrina do graceful laps in the pool, and I couldn't help but dive in after her. We frolicked together in the pool as Verna and Chris continued to talk. Within minutes Julia appeared, carrying another round of drinks, but then quickly vanished back into the house. As Katrina and I caressed in the pool, Verna and Chris seemed to relax, basking in the hot sun. I began to call Katrina "Kat", for short, and we talked as we held each other close, rubbing our titties and touching our pussies together, staying in tune for our next round of sex. She had known Verna for about six weeks, meeting her at a coffee shop. Verna had been fucking both of us, but neither one of us knew about the other. She too realized Verna was ready for a man and needed a cock badly, which is how Chris came into the picture. "You know girl, Verna is quite wild. She usually gets what she wants, with all that money and everything," Katrina said. I kissed her deeply, our tongues burrowing into each other's mouths. It lasted for several seconds. "So what's strange about that?" I said. I could sense the care in her voice. "Well, just that Chris better be able to handle it, if he takes her up on her offer. You know as well as I do that that woman is kinky, and insatiable. Just like me, Leslie" "I suppose you and I will just have to keep busy, then, if he moves away from me. With that, I pulled myself out of the pool, sitting just on the edge, and spread my legs wide for Kat. Part 2 My head seemed to spin as I looked up into the deep blue sky, my body trembling, my legs still quivering. Katrina had just licked me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and I could hear her rising up out of the pool. Grabbing my legs, she spun me around, knelt down, and picked me up in her strong arms. My eyes went wide as she did so, and I was amazed by her strength. I felt her carrying me inside the house, and I began to giggle as we went downstairs. Chris, Verna, and Julia were nowhere to be seen. The basement seemed dark, but warm, and we entered one room, only to enter another, where Kat stood next to a large, circular bed, still holding me in her arms. "We are going to have fun, little girl," she whispered. Her mouth then enveloped mine in a giant French kiss, her tongue swirling in circles around my own. Every passion I have ever had for women was coming to the surface of my mind. I wanted, needed, this gorgeous woman. In one motion she eased me back onto the bed, pinning me under her. The sheets felt like plastic, almost rubbery, a black color, tingling my body. Kat raised my arms above my head, spreading them, her legs doing the same to my thighs. I was groaning, shaking, trying to move against her, my pussy dying to meet her's. She was licking my neck all over, wetting me, soaking my upper body with her saliva. The feelings inside me were hot-wiring my sexual nerve endings. I felt her wet mouth on my breasts, kissing them, licking them, slobbering all over them. I could only whine beneath her, begging her for more. "You'll do just about anything for me now, won't you little girl?" she teased. "Yes. Yes. Yesssssssssssssssssss." With that, Kat reached up over my body, and quickly fastened a leather cuff around my right wrist, which was fastened to the bed. In seconds, she had done the same to my left. I couldn't think; the thought of resisting never entered my mind. Shortly afterwards, my legs were spread, and fastened to the bed in the same way. I just looked up at her, my pussy humping wildly at the cool air. "Fuck...What are you doing, Kat? Please touch me!" I pleaded. "Soon baby, soon. Right now I am going to tease you like you have never been teased before," she replied. I watched as she walked over to another doorway in the room, which seemed to be a large closet. In only a few seconds she had returned carrying a bright pink ball-gag. The sight of it excited me even further. Kat straddled my waist, and I obediently opened my mouth as wide as I could. I felt the big gag enter my mouth, and Kat buckled it into position. "Back in a second or two, Leslie," she said. My eyes had finally adjusted to the dim light, and I could see around the room somewhat. There was one additional door, and I could also see eyebolts attached to the black walls along different areas of the room, at different heights. Three barstools stood like loyal soldiers in the corner of the room. I had no idea Verna had this kind of thing built into her basement, but the eroticism of it all kept me wildly excited. It actually felt great to be lying there tied spread-eagle. I shuddered violently, almost cumming right then. I wanted Kat in the worst way, and I decided right then that I would do anything for her that she wanted. It wasn't long before Kat returned, along with Julia, and I groaned through the gag upon seeing them. Julia was totally naked, except for a pair of white stiletto heels, and she was pushing a small cart on wheels. Kat was now wearing a pair of black thigh-high boots, but nothing else. She placed on of the barstools at the foot of the bed as Julia placed a pillow under my head, saving me the trouble of straining my neck to look up at them. I gazed at Julia's body; she seemed very pale in the dark room, and her shoulder-length blonde hair was draped all about her head, even hanging in her face. Her face was flushed, and her body was dotted with beads of perspiration, and her lovely big titties swung to and fro as she walked, her nipples erect. I also caught a glimpse of her pussy, which was bare, her large lips spreading out like beautiful petals. "Leslie, I love that shaved-head look," Kat said. "You are going to get to watch Julia shave my head, baby!" It was like a dream come true; ever since I had taken the plunge and buzzed my hair, and then shaved it, I had been craving the look. I loved the bald look, and now I was going to see Kat get her head shaved. My mind was simply swimming at this point, and I was constantly pushing my pussy up into the air, straining for some stimulation. Kat had very short hair to begin with, so it wouldn't take Julia long to complete her work. She placed a hot towel on Kat's head, soothing her scalp, and then after removing it, she coated Kat's head with a nice layer of shaving cream. Kat kept her eyes closed; her legs spread wide, her hands on her knees. I was totally hypnotized by what I was seeing. Julia began to stroke her head with the safety razor, back and forth, until, after just a few minutes, Kat was as bald as I was. She then turned to Julia. "Do my pussy, too," she told her. Of course, Julia knelt between her legs, lathering up her sparse muff, and then she shaved it clean. Kat stood up, and looked at me from the end of the bed. "Whatcha think, little girl?" she teased me. I could only nod my approval. Suddenly Kat slipped beside me on the bed, curling one leg up over mine, and she began to kiss my head lovingly. Her long, black body, combined with the feel of the leather boots, was simply intoxicating. My thoughts begged her to touch my pussy. I groaned into my gag as her long tongue graced my skull, leaving trails of saliva behind. Kat worked her way down my neck, to my armpits, licking there as well, trailing down to my erect nipples. I felt close to cumming now; one touch on my clit, and I would have gone off like a firecracker. But then she stopped, and looked deep into my eyes. "You want me to touch your pussy, don't you baby?" she asked. I nodded wildly. "You will do anything I want, won't you?" More nodding. "You love this, don't ya? You love this entire scene." Again, I bobbed my head up and down. "Ya gonna be Mistress Kat's sub, baby?" Those words hit me like a thunderclap. The entire scene came together now in my mind. Verna had set me up. A distant voice deep within my mind screamed resistance, but I couldn't escape my true feelings, my total lust for the woman next to me. So I nodded again. "Now Julia," Kat said. Julia reached under the small cart, and pulled out a 35mm camera. She began to take photos of Kat and I, from all different angles. I was wildly excited by it all. Kat rolled off the bed, and stood, taking a cigarette off the cart, and she paced around the room. "Take out her gag, Julia," she said. It felt so good to have it taken out of my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around my lips to get the feeling back. I watched Kat go into the closet again, and she returned with a collar. Full-Time Leather Slut "See this, Leslie? Once I put it on you, you will belong to me. Are you still willing?" "Yes." She showed it to me. It was studded, with a Kat nameplate attached to the front, with a loop hanging down. She quickly buckled it around my neck, and placed a small padlock through a clasp on the back, snapping it shut. Kat then removed all of my cuffs, and she cradled me in her arms. I had only met this woman a few hours ago, and now I was her submissive lover. I looked into her eyes, my pussy wet with desire, my body aching for release. "Mistress?" "Yes little one," she replied. "I think I love you, Mistress." Upon hearing those words, Kat drove three fingers of her right hand into my drenched pussy, her thumb working my clit. The last thing I remember was screaming. Part 3 I didn't know how long I had been asleep. I was in that same room and I shook off the cobwebs, finally making it to my feet. I was alone now, and I checked the door from which we had entered. It was locked, of course. I looked over to the closet door, which was shut. I thought of checking it out, but decided it would be better not to. I reached to my neck, and felt Kat's collar in place. I shuddered wildly. Was this what I wanted? Yes, it was. I thought of Chris; was the same thing happening to him? I could not even begin to guess. All I knew for sure was that I had just experienced something very special, and it was delightful. It felt so natural to me to surrender to Kat; she was so dominant, so intense, and I was beginning to feel aroused again by just thinking of her. I could have really used a cigarette right then, but I was alone, and getting more horny by the minute. So I did what was natural; I crawled back onto the bed, laid on my stomach, spread my legs wide, and began to finger myself. I felt the fire in my pussy, and as my stomach tensed, I began to finger myself faster and faster. It didn't take long before I ripped through another orgasm. As my eyes opened, I was surprised to see Julia standing in the room, holding a small bundle of clothes and a pair of black high- heeled mules. "Mistress Kat requests that you put these on. I would assume she is taking you out tonight," she told me. I thanked her as she laid the clothing and shoes on the bed. All that was there was the shortest pair of black leather shorts I had ever seen, a matching leather bra, and the heels. I thought of taking a shower, but there didn't seem to be one adjoining the room, so I just dressed as quickly as I could. The feel of the leather shorts and bra was exquisite, and I stood to look at myself in one of the mirrors. And I loved it so much! The bra barely covered my titties, and the shorts were so short that my cheeks fell out of the bottom. But I knew my round ass looked good in them "Where could she be taking me dressed like this?" I thought to myself. It wasn't long before I found out. Part 4 Night was upon us, and we had been in the cab for at least a half an hour. My Mistress and I had been softly French kissing nearly the entire time, so the time passed quickly. She was wearing thigh-high leather boots, a leather thong with clips on the side, and a leather bandeau type bra. The smell and feel of the leather was truly intoxicating, and with each passing moment I fell deeper and deeper under her sexual spell. It wasn't long before I felt the cab ease to a stop. Kat and I eased out of the cab, and it sped off, not bothering to collect a fare. The scene was so erotic; two women, one black, one white, heads shaved, dressed in leather, one very dominant, the other very submissive, standing alone outside of a row of run-down buildings. My Mistress tugged at my leash, and I followed her down the row, my legs feeling tight as I maintained my balance in the incredibly high mules. The streets seemed deserted; it was a bleak part of town, to be sure. Suddenly, we swung down a short row of steps, approaching a dimly lit door. As I trailed behind Kat, she swung the door open, having to lean her body weight into it to move it. There was a short corridor on the other side, and I could see two lean black women sitting on barstools adjacent to another door, wearing only black work boots, black thongs, and black bras; obviously they were the bouncers. They smiled from ear to ear as they looked to see my Mistress, with me lingering behind her. "Kat baby!" bellowed one. "Hey girl, bringing in another bitch? Woo hoo! Where did that hair go?" said the other. That comment hit me hard. Obviously, Kat wasn't new to this, I thought. Fuck, I knew that. I stood proudly, excited that other women were seeing me like this. Kat kissed each woman on the lips. "This is my new slut, Leslie. What do ya think of her?" I took the cue, spinning around, modeling for them, and showing off my body. "Damn Kat...you always bring in the tarts!" replied the woman on the right. Suddenly I heard a buzzer go off, and my Mistress quickly grabbed the doorknob in front of us. With that, we entered this "club". "Have fun!" I heard one of the bouncer's say. We entered a large room, with a small dance floor and stage, a long bar along the left side, and hallways leading both to the left and right. My mind was flooded with the images I saw; the place was full of females, black and white, but every black woman seemed to have her white slut in tow. There were all different shapes and sizes of females. But the smell is what permeated my mind. I smelled sex; girl sex, and I nearly came on the spot. My body was giving me away, my nipples hard, and my pussy wet. Trickles of moisture escaped my leather shorts, dripping down my thighs. Alternative music filled my ears. Kat pointed to a barstool, and told me to sit there quietly. "Mistress, may I have a cigarette?" I asked. "Certainly, slut. Krista, got a smoke?" Kat directed this to the bartender. I slowly turned towards the bartender, Krista. She was at the other end of the bar, making drinks. Krista wore red strappy heels, a bright blue thong, and she was topless. Long, firm legs, with a wide ass, she spun with the grace of a dancer, moving toward us, finally slapping a pack of Marlboros down on the bar. Krista wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but her huge, white melons made up for that. They were so full, without any droop, and her wide nipples stood on end. "Look lover, ya gonna take a smoke, or stare at my titties all night?" she barked. I grabbed a smoke, and Krista lit it for me. Inhaling deeply, I savored the taste. Kat watched me intently. "Drinks?" Krista asked. "Sure. Four shots of tequila, and two Buds," Kat replied. As we did the shots, I finally began to relax, meeting a lot of my Mistress's friends, mostly dom and sub pairs. Every dom was a black woman, every sub a white girl. Many of the dom's had "tool belts" on, with paddles or whips, or both, attached. Many of the subs took turns dancing nude on the stage, to the delight of the crowd. I looked away from the stage to see a mistress and her slut approaching us. The mistress obviously knew Kat, and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. This black woman was very short, rail-thin, although she was very pretty in her overall look. She wore a bright red vinyl bikini-bra combination, and matching high-heels. Her sub dwarfed her in size and shape. She sported a stylish buzz-cut, her hair so blonde it was nearly white. She was cute, though, in a coarse kind of way. She must have been at least six-foot tall, and the black stiletto heels she wore added another six inches in height. I could tell she was kind of overweight, too. Wide hips, but muscular legs, provided yet another contrast between her and her mistress. The thing that struck me the most was that she was nearly naked. Small cups of black leather covered only her nipples on her medium-sized breasts, held in place by nothing more then leather strings. A matching thong bikini covered only the small area of her pussy. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes seemed in a daze, glazed over, mesmerized. Her mistress held her tight by her chain and collar. The two mistresses greeted one another, and then introduced each of us. "Kat, I want you to meet one of my newer sluts, Beverly. I just broke her last week. Bev, say hello to Mistress Kat." I watched as Bev sank to her knees, and then loudly said "Hello Mistress Kat," seemingly talking to my mistress' boots. Kat petted her furry head, and looked up at me. "Angel, meet Leslie," Kat said. I knew what to do now when meeting other mistresses. I sank to the floor, going down to all fours, my ass high in the air, and greeted Mistress Angel, talking directly at her toes. "New girl?" Angel asked. "Oh yes...just collared her today." "Well I just love this shaved head! It looks great on you, too. Mind if I feel?" "Be my guest," Kat replied. I felt Angel's hands begin to rub my shaved head, massaging my scalp, relishing in the smoothness. The electricity of it buzzed through my body. Just the feeling of someone touching me aroused me even further. My legs spread wider as I twirled my ass in the air. I loved what was happening to me. "Oh baby, this girl is a hottie!" Angel exclaimed. "You bet...just wait until I take her back to the play-rooms," Kat replied. At that very moment, Kat pulled on my chain, bringing me to my feet. Spinning me around, I fell into her arms, her hands grabbing my ass roughly. She pulled me close, my crotch rubbing against hers. Kat's mouth sank into my neck, biting me at first, but then swirling her tongue in circles, moving to different parts of my neck and shoulders. I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out in pleasure, but I couldn't help myself, and whined pitifully in her grasp. If she had touched my clit at that moment, I would have climaxed right then and there. Deftly she pulled me onto her lap. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Kat asked. "Yes Mistress, very much so," I replied. Our mouths met, and I was again swept up in passion. The room seemed to swirl, tilting in all directions. The loud music appeared to fade, and I was lost in her, drowning in her saliva. I was totally enraptured, willing to do anything for her. Kat broke the kiss, and as I opened my eyes, I could see Angel leading Bev away from us, toward an adjacent hallway. "Let's finish our beers. Then we'll stop in the bathroom, and then head to a playroom," Kat said. She is so fucking cool, I thought. She is my mistress, and also my friend. I totally trusted her, and would go anywhere with her. We downed our beers, and then Kat took my leash, and led me to the bathroom, which was right around the corner from the front door. It was a huge room, although kind of damp and dark. Three sinks were mounted on the left wall, mirrors on the right, and five toilets were positioned on each side of the far part of the room. Amazingly, there were no partitions between the stalls. It was all in the open, and there were many pairs of women in the room. Kat held me close, and whispered in my ear. "Got to go? "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Let me clue you in, girl. The only room in this entire bar where sex isn't aloud is the main dance room and bar. Anything goes, everywhere else." "I understand, Mistress." Kat eased me down onto all fours, and she led me like a puppy-dog deeper into the bathroom. I could feel the heat from the women in the bathroom; the smells were intoxicating, and the urge to pee began to overwhelm me. I dared not look up as I crawled past the individual toilets, but I could see one that was not being used, on the left, in the middle. Kat raised me to my feet, and instructed me to strip, which I did eagerly. The cool air against my pussy and nipples was stunning. At that moment, I felt like the sexiest woman alive. "You look fine, my slut," Kat said as she eyed my body. "Now, take off my thong." I instinctively knelt again, and un-clipped her leather thong, revealing that lovely shaved pussy, just inches from my nose. I yearned to taste her. "I know what you are thinking, girl, but not yet," she told me. "Sit on the toilet, now!" I sat, and felt the cool seat on my ass. Kat then sat astride of me, lowering her body down onto my legs. I was biting my lower lip to keep from peeing, and I had to go bad now. All around me, I could hear the splashing of pee into the toilets. It was so erotic, and in the background I could also hear low moans of delight. Kat grabbed my head, looking deep into my eyes. "You can pee when I say so, slut, but not before." "Yes Mistress," I replied. Kat took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. She smiled at me, and I felt a gush of warm liquid splashing onto my pussy, drenching it, and then running into the toilet. The feeling was sensational, and I groaned so loudly that I startled myself. Kat loved it; I was learning more about her every minute. "Your turn. Go ahead, do it." Upon saying that, she reached behind her back, and un-clipped her top. I had been holding it for so long, it didn't take much effort to let go. After a few drips, a strong gusher of pee rained down into the toilet. Seconds later, Kat pulled my face into her tits, and I felt her right hand reach down for my cunt. She began to slap my clit; the wetness splashing everywhere and the feeling drove me absolutely crazy. I felt my body begin to shake and shudder all over, and my legs instinctively drove outward to each side of the toilet. I was pissing all over her hand, riding it, and she was bringing me to the peak of an orgasm. I nearly screamed as she stood up, surprising me totally, and she told me to lick her hand clean, which I eagerly did. Although I was on the brink of cumming, I was learning to accept this type of treatment from my mistress. Dressing Kat and then myself, she led me out of the bathroom the same way she led me in; on all fours, by the leash. Once outside the bathroom, she pulled me to my feet, and we headed down the long hallway. Part 5 As we strutted down the dark passageway we passed a pair of mistresses and their subs, although I decided to keep my eyes straight ahead. I really felt like looking, but I resisted the temptation. As I walked my clit rubbed against my leather shorts, keeping me aroused beyond belief. At the end of the hallway I could see a set of double-doors, and we approached it with a sense of urgency. I couldn't wait to see what Kat had in store for me. I followed her through the double-doors, and to my amazement, the hallway continued, although I could see the end, only a short distance away. Just in front of us, sitting at a small table, sat another mistress, her white sub on all fours to her side, busily licking her mistress's boots. Looking up, the mistress noticed Kat and I approaching. She lit up a cigarette, and her eyes fell upon me. "Hi Kat," she greeted us. "I knew you would be coming here as soon as you called and asked me to take your shift for you. Who is the new slut?" "Mimi, this is Leslie. Leslie, meet Mistress Mimi," Kat said. I feel to my knees, and bowed my head, saying "Hello Mistress Mimi." "Hmmmm, baby, she is nice. Just get her?" "Yes, this afternoon," Kat replied. "Very nice, girl! You two make a good pair, shaved heads and everything." Kat pulled my back to my feet by my leash. "Any singles?" Kat asked. "Sorry baby, not right now. They all filled up right away, and you know how it is. Things will get really busy in about an hour," Mimi replied. "Many people in group?" Kat asked. "Naw, not right now. About six I think." "Good. We'll do that then." Kat reached down to her right boot, and unzipped a pocket I hadn't noticed. She pulled out a wad of money, pulling out a fifty, and handing it to Mimi. Mimi unlocked the cash box on the table, slipped it inside, and re-locked it. "Have fun, Kat! I know ya will," Mimi said. We walked down to the last door on the right. As Kat pulled it open, I could sense the weight of it, and as soon as the door cracked, the sounds of pleasure and pain filled my ears. Walking in, I took in as much of the surroundings as I could. It was a fairly large room, but it was crammed full of all kinds of bondage equipment, lending to the illusion that the room was smaller then it actually was. The lights were dimmed, but bright enough to see throughout the entire area. Rap music played in the background. All of the walls were mirrored, and to the right was a small bar, fully stocked, with four stools in front. A tall, fair skinned, longhaired redhead, nude from what I could see, worked the bar. Kat hustled me toward the bar, and we sat, facing each other. "Hi Kat. Anything tonight?" the girl asked. "Yeah. Two shots of vodka, and a pack of smokes." "Got it." "Look around, slut. You need to get used to this place," Kat said. "Yes Mistress," I replied. And look around I did. In the far corners stood two X-boards, and between them, against the wall, was a padded gymnastics horse. In the middle of the room was a cage, square in shape, and it looked big enough for five or six subs. Closer to us, but still in the middle, was a round platform, with rings, apparently used to bind participants. On the right, against the wall, were two pairs of stocks, one to stand in, and one to sit. On the left, there were cutouts in the mirrors, and several pairs of rings were bolted to the wall at high and low points. Just off to our left, a group of chains hung from a machine of some sort, which was bolted to the ceiling. There were also a couple of couches, and several chairs scattered about. The entire scene was overwhelming. A tall woman was cuffed to the X-board on the right side; her black hair tied in a bun on her head. Her dark-skinned mistress was tanning her ass with a large paddle, and with each slap the woman cried out in pain, and pleasure. She seemed to beg for more with each swat. Another mistress sat watching them, her own sub on all fours in front of her, face buried between her dom's legs. On one of the couches, along the left wall, knelt a young, shorthaired redhead. She was nude, her knees on the edge of the couch, her hands placed on the back, and her ass was upturned for her mistress. Her dom was moving behind her now, and she spread her ass-cheeks wide. I couldn't help but stare, and just as Kat pulled on my leash, a loud groan of pleasure could be heard coming from the young woman. "Be wary of staring, slut," Kat said. "Yes Mistress." Just then the shots arrived, along with the cigarettes, and Kat lit a smoke, raising her shot glass to mine. "Here's to the new Leslie," she toasted. "Yes Mistress. I pledge myself to you," I replied. The shot warmed me further, and my shorts were as soaked as they could be. Kat shared her cigarette with me, and I relished the taste. "Strip, slut," Kat instructed. With the barmaid watching, I stripped nude, standing now in just the high-wedged mules. "Wow, what a body," the barmaid interjected. My nipples were standing out, and my juices ran down my legs. I was on fire. Kat stood and stripped also, and sat back on her barstool. "Crawl to me, Leslie. Eat me," she commanded. I dropped to my knees once again, and dove into her dark pussy. Working my tongue into her crevice, and then moving to her clit, it wasn't long before Kat erupted in an orgasm. I expected her to pull me away, but she began to grind her cunt onto the top of my bald head. The feeling of her slippery pussy rubbing against the slickness was mind-blowing. Within minutes, Kat erupted, showering my head and face with an intense spray. It was the first time I had seen her do this. "Oh my god," she groaned. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk..." moaned the barmaid, who had been masturbating. From my position, I couldn't see her. Full-Time Leather Slut "You are such a nasty, bad bitch," Kat said. She stood, and led me to the set of stocks which stood upright, quicly placing my head and hands in the openings, and fastening my ankles to rings in the floor, which were far enough apart to spread me wide. I was frightened, but totally aroused. Kat went back to the bar, and returned with a leather paddle. From behind me I heard her hiss: "Just remember, slut, pain mixes with pleasure." And I felt the first slap of the paddle on my ass, and I cried out in sudden yelp. It stung, and stung bad. I gritted my teeth together, and prepared myself, clenching my ass cheeks tight. With each slap, my ass burned more and more, but amazingly, I reached a point where the slaps were easy to take, and each one seemed to arouse me. Kat urged me on. "Oh yes, you nasty girl. Such a pretty white ass. It's all mine, slut, all mine. Oh yes, I love it, love that pretty white ass." Higher and higher she took me. I began to thrust my ass back toward her, meeting each blow. I could not keep my lips sealed any longer. "Oh fuck yes, give it to me. Harder. HARDER!" I screamed. With each slap, I shouted. Suddenly, I felt a mouth surround my clit as Kat continued to punish my ass. I was at the edge. "EEEIIIIIIAGGHHHHHH!" I cried out. I orgasmed. The feelings ripped through my cunt, searing down my legs, and then back up to fill my body and mind completely. Images of Kat, of her pussy, filled my brain. I groaned, cried, whimpered, and shouted as the unknown lips swirled around my clit. My orgasms came in waves as Kat continued to punish my ass. Saliva poured from my mouth in long, slippery drips. I don't know how long it lasted, but I knew I had found my calling. Finally, the lips slipped off my clit, and Kat ceased her blows. She held me to keep me from collaspsing. I felt someone grab my head, and I opened my eyes to see the barmaid, her mouth wet. "You are amazing," she said, kissing me. Kat released me from the stocks. "Cmon, baby, let's go home," she said. Part 6 "Curious about Chris," Kat asked me as we walked into the house. "Yes, sort of, Mistress." I saw the clock on the wall. It read 11:45 pm. Kat led me upstairs, and we crept silently to a large, open area. As we approached, I could hear slurping sounds, and the groans of a man. It had to be Chris. We peeked around the corner, and there was Chris, Verna, and Julia. Chris was tied spread eagle to a bed, which was situated right in the middle of the room. Verna had her back to us. She was riding him, his cock tucked deep in her ass. Julia was straddling Chris' head, getting off on him licking her. Both women were in a deep embrace, french-kissing. "That's his main job now," Kat whispered to me. She took me back to her room, and she spread lotion on my tanned ass. "Gonna have to take care of this cute white butt," she giggled. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I was a changed woman. Never again would I touch the body of a man. I was now Mistress Kat's forever.