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The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot

By: LAwoman



Striking and flashy, there was simply no other way to describe Fiona Tinselot. She stood 5' 7" in her bare feet, and she favored 4 -5 inch heels, bringing her close to six feet tall. Her height and her Boticelli face with its lush, full lips and wide-set green eyes could have earned her a place as a top fashion model, but her figure was too full and curvaceous to conform to supermodel standards. Fiona played up her figure, even going so far as to augment her decent size C cup breasts to a firm DD. A mane of red hair crowned this vision of sensual womanhood.

Men flocked to Fiona, throwing themselves at her goddess-like feet, but she always found her sexual encounters strangely dissatisfying. Her lovers worshipped her, would do anything for her, but she maintained her cool aloofness.

Fiona was by no means shy. She enjoyed a successful career as the West coast buyer for an exclusive department store. Fiona's work attire was sexy-sophisticated, but during her downtime she flaunted her size, showcasing her height with stiletto heels and her breasts with tight little tops with plunging necklines.

Thus her outfit as she rushed through LAX on her way to catch a flight to JFK was not uncommon. A short, denim skirt hit her long, lovely legs mid-thigh. A white camisole with a lace inset hugged her huge tits, and she strode through the airport on a pair of red, 4-inch strappy sandals. She outlined her lips in deep pink and her green eyes with black liner. Heads swiveled, following her progress through the airport.

Fiona was accustomed to the attention, and in fact, courted it. She recognized the looks in the men's eyes - pure lust. The women's glances were more complex - envy, disgust, and even desire.

Fiona checked her bags and picked up her boarding pass before cutting a swath through the airport with her long, confident stride. Joining the long line at the security checkpoint, she gave an exasperated sigh. She dropped her carry-on bag in front of her, pushing it forward with her toe as she shuffled forward with the rest of the harried travelers.

As she drew near to the checkpoint, she voiced to the man in front of her, "This is ridiculous. You'd think they could move a little faster."

The recipient of this utterance nodded in agreement while keeping his eyes on Fiona's tits. She noticed it. She liked it. She thrust her chest out a little further. 

She continued her rant. "Damn these security people. Is it a prerequisite to be a dimwit to get this job?" A few of the other passengers mumbled their agreement.

If Fiona noticed the tall, muscular blond female security guard narrowly eyeing her from the other side of the security barrier, she gave no sign. Instead she sighed heavily and muttered, "It's about time," when she walked up to the metal detector.

She shoved her purse and carry-on onto the conveyor belt and strutted through the metal detector. The alarm sounded. Fiona swore softly. The blond security guard, her long ponytail swinging behind her, walked up to Fiona holding out a plastic box.

"Put your watch and rings in the tray, please."

Fiona slipped off her Rolex and dropped a diamond ring and a heavy sapphire ring into the box. She looked coldly at the security guard. "Be careful. The value of that jewelry exceeds your annual salary." The security guard smiled.

Fiona walked through the metal detector again, and again she set off the alarm. She scowled. "I don't have time for this bullshit." 

The security guard motioned her to the side. "Step over here, miss."

She produced a wand and passed it over Fiona's body. It beeped around her crotch, and Fiona gasped a little. She had forgotten about her clit ring. It had never set off the alarm before.

The security guard frowned. "What do you have on you?"

Fiona cleared her throat, leaned in, and whispered, "I have some body jewelry."

The security guard drew back. "What?"

Fiona hissed, "Body jewelry, you moron. If you let me go to the ladies' room, I'll remove it and come back here."

The security guard blinked a few times and replied, "If you think I'm gonna let you go to the bathroom, remove whatever you're hiding, and then go back and retrieve it, you're nuts."

Fiona's eyes widened. "I'm not hiding anything. I told you; it's body jewelry."

The security guard gave her a hard stare. "I don't know what the fuck body jewelry is, but you could be hiding anything underneath those big tits of yours."

Fiona gasped. The guard had raised her voice, and Fiona glanced to her left at the people waiting in line. A few of them were sniggering and staring at Fiona's tits.

Tossing her red mane, she turned back to the guard and read her nametag. "I'm going to report you, Pam; what's your last name and badge number."

Pam was tall too and stared straight into Fiona's eyes. "Oh you can have all that information but not before you come with me and submit to a search."

Fiona's mouth gaped open. "A search? What are you talking about?"

Pam stood stolidly in front of her. "Look here, you set off the alarm, and your manner is belligerent. We have to search you, can't be too careful these days."

She yelled over Fiona's head across the room, "Malika, strip search over here."

Fiona turned crimson as quite a few of the passengers laughed. I few of the men volunteered to help. She turned her head as a short, broad black woman approached. 

Pam spoke up loudly, "She set off the alarms twice and the wand. We gotta do a strip search."

Fiona tried to ignore the smirks around her as she said, "I'm not submitting to anything. I want to see your supervisor."

Pam smiled. "I am the supervisor. Of course, if you don't want to cooperate, we can always call the airport police and have you arrested."

Fiona hesitated. Everyone was staring now. She met Pam's eyes. "All right, I don't want to miss my plane."

She followed Pam to a door to the side of the checkpoint with Malika following. Pam opened the door with a key and ushered Fiona inside. As Fiona stood still in the middle of the room loudly voicing her displeasure, Pam dumped her purse and went through the contents, studying her ticket.

She turned to face Fiona. "Shut your trap and take off that little top of yours."

Fiona glared at her. "I can just lift it up to show you."

Pam's cold blue eyes grew hard. "I'm in charge now, Miss Tinselot, or should I say Miss Tits-a-lot. Now pull that skimpy little top off those big tits and let me have a look."

Fiona gasped. "How dare you?"

Pam got up in her face. "I dare plenty, Miss Tits-a-lot. You take off that top or I'll have you arrested so fast it'll leave those big tits swinging in the breeze. And in here, you call me Ma'am." 

Fiona's mouth was hanging open. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. Despite her outrage, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She didn't want to get arrested, so she pulled her camisole up over her head.

Her DD tits, released from their restraint, tumbled forward. Pam studied them for a moment. "Those real?"

Fiona blushed. "No."

"Didn't think so. Now why'd you go and do a thing like that?"

Fiona stammered, "W-what do you m-mean?"

Pam grinned. "Why'd you go and buy yourself a pair of big hooters like that?"

Swallowing hard, Fiona started, "B-because, I-I..."

Pam gave a bark of laugher and winked. "I know. You like people to stare. That's pretty clear. Those will get you lots of stares, especially when you walk around with no bra, shaking them in everyone's faces."

She cupped Fiona's heavy breasts with her hands and lifted them. "Come on over here, Malika. You ever see titties this big?"

Malika was thoughtful. "Nope. My Aunt Mavis had a big pair, but they hung down to her waist. Ain't never seen any that stuck straight out like these."

Pam jiggled Fiona's tits a little. "Malika, check underneath these."

Malika inspected below the tits and shook her head. "Nothing there."

Fiona snapped. "Of course not!"

Pam slapped her hard across the face. "You better get rid of that smart mouth in here, Miss Tits-a-lot. That clear?"

The slap stunned Fiona. "Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

Fiona whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

Pam smiled. "That's the way. We'll get along just fine. Now shimmy out of that little skirt and show me this body jewelry you been yapping about."

Fiona reached for her top only to have Pam slap her hand away. "Oh no you don't. That stays off for security reasons."

Fiona reached back, unzipped her skirt, and stepped out of it. She stood still in her red thong and red heels, unsure what to do next. Pam solved that problem, reaching forward and ripping her thong off. 

Before Fiona could utter a protest, Pam laughed. "Lookit here, Malika. Miss Tits-a-lot shaved herself bare." She eyed her smooth mound. "Why'd you do that?"

Fiona sniffed. "I didn't shave myself. That's a Brazilian bikini wax."

Malika spoke up. "I heard of those. Someone spreads hot wax on your pussy and rips out your hair all the way to your asshole."

Pam raised her brows. "That right, Miss Tits-a-lot? You let someone wax all the hair off your pussy back to your asshole?"

Fiona nodded, realizing how absurd the procedure sounded.

Pam winked. "Betcha you liked it too."

Fiona blushed. How did this coarse woman guess that Fiona always got wet during a wax?

Shaking her head, Pam said, "Sounds like something a ho would do to me. You a ho, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona shook her head and Pam laughed again. "All right park your bare ass on this table and let me see this jewelry."

Fiona hopped up on the table, the metal cold against her bare bottom. Her pussy was now throbbing, and she knew her lips were swollen. Her humiliation at the hands of the security guard was arousing her like nothing ever had before. She sat with her legs slightly open. Pam peered between her legs. "I can't see nothing. You're going to have to spread those puffy lips for me."

With eagerness, Fiona reached down and opened herself to Pam. Her lips felt slick and swollen. She knew Pam couldn't help but notice. She stared at the gold ring piercing Fiona's clit. "Lookit this, Malika."

The two women peered at Fiona's clit, which was now throbbing with need. She thrust her hips forward, and the two women grinned at each other.

Pam said, "You sure you're not a ho, Miss Tits-a-lot?" Fiona groaned in response, and the two women laughed.

The door opened, and a big black man stood at the entrance. "How's it going in here?"

Pam gestured to Fiona on the table, still spreading her lips open. "Doing the strip search. As you can see, Miss Tits-a-lot is cooperating nicely now."

The man laughed as he gazed at Fiona's large white globes. "Is that really her name?"

Pam responded, "It is now."

He shook his head. "Whatever. Just hurry it up; we need you out here."

While he was talking, he had left the door open behind him. Anyone looking into the little room would have been able to see Fiona sitting naked on the table. He pulled the door behind him, locking it.

Fiona looked up at Pam. "Can I go now, Ma'am?"

She firmly shook her head. "Not done yet, Miss Tits-a-lot. Stand up and bend over this table, spreading your legs."

All of Fiona's insolence had been crushed and she bent over the table without a sound.

Pam snapped on a pair of gloves. "Let's see what we got here." She placed one hand on each of Fiona's butt cheeks and spread them open. "You're right, Malika. She's bare here too. Now, what are you hiding in your little waxed pussy."

She shoved two fingers into Fiona's wet vagina, while Fiona rocked and pressed against her. "Look how nicely our Miss Tits-a-lot is coming along now, Malika, a regular little pussycat."

Pam removed her fingers and pinched Fiona's engorged clit. "Let's check out the other hole." She worked her two slick fingers into Fiona's asshole, while Fiona convulsively pushed back against her. Pam thoroughly probed her rectum before popping her fingers out.

Pam took a plastic bag from her pocket and began shoving it into Fiona's anus. Fiona clenched her ass cheeks and drew away sharply. Pam patted her bottom and said, "Just cleaning up a little in there." She winked at Malika and left the baggie in place for a few moments. She then pulled it out and tossed it on the table in front of Fiona's face. "Look what we have here."

Fiona stared at the baggie, which was filled with white powder. "Th-that's not mine. You put it in there."

Pam's hand came down hard across Fiona's ass. "Don't lie, Miss Tits-a-lot. Malika saw me pull this baggie out of your ass."

Malika assented. "Yes, I did."

Fiona cried out. "It's a lie. It's not mine. I didn't have anything in my ass."

Pam jerked her to her feet facing her. "Listen up, Miss Tits-a-lot. I pulled this baggie full of, what looks to me like cocaine, right out of your asshole, and Malika here saw it."

Fiona began to cry. "I-it's not true." To her horror, she felt warm urine coursing down her thigh. She was peeing on the floor. The two guards laughed and Malika said, "Looks like you scared the piss outta her, Pam."

Fiona dropped her head in shame, staring at the yellow puddle at her feet. Her legs were trembling in fear.

Pam sniffed the baggie before tucking it into her pocket. "I'll tell you what, Miss Tits-a-lot. You clean up the mess you made and keep your mouth shut about what went on in here, and we'll forget about the baggie in your ass."

Fiona looked up hopefully. "I won't tell anyone what happened here."

Pam stripped off her gloves and rubbed the huge tits in front of her. "That's a good girl. Now you clean up your piss." She went to a cupboard and withdrew a bucket and a cloth.

Fiona, still naked, got on her hands and knees and cleaned up her urine. "You see that, Malika. Miss Tits-a-lot came in here a haughty young thang, and she's leaving with a humble appreciation for the job we do."

After she finished cleaning up the floor, Fiona asked, "May I get dressed now, Ma'am?"

"Sure you go right ahead, but there's one more thing."

With a sinking heart, Fiona dressed. Pam then ordered her one more time over the table, legs spread. "I want to leave you with something to remember me by, Miss Tits-a-lot, something to remind you to be more courteous in the future."

She presented a large black dildo in front of Fiona's face. "Suck on this and get it all wet." She held the dildo while plunging it in and out of Fiona's mouth. When it was slick with Fiona's saliva, Pam moved behind her and began working it into her asshole. Fiona grunted and gasped as she tried to accommodate the big dildo. Pam shoved it firmly into her rectum, which was now burning. When she had it in place, she smacked Fiona on the ass. 

"Stand up, Miss Tits-a-lot." Fiona straightened up awkwardly, standing in front of Pam. Pam stood so close to her that Fiona's tits press up against her uniform. "You're gonna keep that dildo up your ass all the way to New York. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She continued. "It will serve to remind you to be polite next time." She handed Fiona her bags and patted the side of her breast. "Have a nice flight, Miss Tits-a-lot."

The swagger was quite gone from Fiona's stride as she hurried from the little room. A few passengers eyed her curiously as she stiffly walked toward the boarding gate. She made a detour into the ladies' room. Squatting over the toilet, she fingered her pulsating clit until her orgasm exploded. Her moans were most likely lost in the din of the noisy restroom, but if they weren't, she didn't really care at this point. She traced the dildo around her asshole with her fingers and was just about to pull it out but thought better of it. Leaving it in place, she washed her hands, freshened up her make-up, and exited the bathroom.

Soon she settled into her first class seat, re-living every moment in that tiny room, and periodically squeezing her rectum around the dildo. As the passengers were still taking their seats, the flight attendant announced, "Will passenger Tinselot please report to the front of the first class cabin, passenger Fiona Tinselot."

Fiona jumped. Had Pam changed her mind? Would she be hauled off the plane and accused of smuggling drugs? Maybe the dildo in her ass was packed with cocaine. On shaky legs, Fiona made her way to the front of the cabin. She squeezed by a man perusing the newspaper racks and turned toward the door. The boarding corridor was still in place, and Pam was waiting at the entrance. Pam said in a loud voice, "Miss Tinselot, you dropped your wallet at the security checkpoint."

She was holding out Fiona's wallet. Fiona thanked her and reached forward. Pam pulled her in close and reached her hand behind Fiona, lifted up her skirt, and grasping the edge of the dildo, gave it a shove. She whispered, "Good girl. You leave that in place. I have a friend working security at JFK. She'll be on the lookout for you. She's going to make sure you still have this little beauty up your ass, and she'll remove it for you. Now you treat her with respect, and she'll be good to you." Pam grinned. "Besides, she's gonna love those big hooters of yours, Miss Tits-a-lot."

Fiona blushed and turned from Pam to walk back to her seat. The man was still at the rack, flipping through a newspaper. Fiona squeezed past him again and returned to her seat. She was thinking about the security guard awaiting her at JFK with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration when a man took the seat next to her.

She glanced up and noticed he was the man at the newspaper rack. She smiled. He smiled back and said, "Once we hit cruising altitude, I'll replace that fake cock up your ass with the real thing." Fiona stared at him with her mouth hanging open. He grinned at her. "I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. You can call me 'sir'...Miss Tits-a-lot."

The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 02



Fiona stared into the deep brown eyes of the handsome stranger in the seat next to her. When he addressed her as "Miss Tits-a-lot," her pussy quivered.

"Y-you were eavesdropping."

His grin broadened. "On you and your Mistress? It wasn't very difficult to determine what was going on between the two of you."

Fiona felt a warm flush creeping over her face when he referred to the security guard as her "Mistress," and she protested. "She's not my Mistress. I just met her. She's a security guard at the airport, and she tricked me into submitting to her."

He spread out his newspaper in front of him. He wasn't listening to her. She began her explanation again. "She made me..."

Holding up his hand, he spoke sharply. "That's enough. When I want to hear from you, I'll let you know."

Fiona gazed out the window as the airplane ascended. This was turning into a strange sequence of events. Was this stranger going to take up where Pam the security guard left off? She soon had her answer.

The flight was a redeye, and by the time the plane climbed into the enfolding darkness many of the passengers in the first class cabin were already reclining in their seats, eyes closed. 

The dark stranger snapped his paper shut and turned to Fiona. "It's time."

As she took a sip of her wine, her eyes widened. "Time for what?"

He shook his finger in her face. "Don't be coy, Miss Tits-a-lot. Ever fucked in an airplane bathroom?"

She sputtered, the wine spraying out of her mouth. "What?"

His answer was to grab her wrist and pull her out of her seat. He led her down the aisle to the front of the plane to the first class bathrooms. Several of the passengers, still awake, sniggered as he pushed her into the restroom ahead of himself. The flight attendant stopped him just before he shut the door.

"Sir, only one passenger in the bathroom at a time."

He slammed the door in her face. He dropped the lid of the toilet seat and sat down. Unzipping his fly, he pulled his cock from his jeans. 

Fiona stared at his huge cock, already hard. She thought pulsating cocks existed only in romantic fiction, but there was one right in front of her.

Stroking it, he asked, "You like it?"

She nodded dumbly.

He laughed. "I suppose you could call me 'Sir Cock-a-lot.' Straddle me."

Fiona hiked up her short skirt, and after several attempts which included banging her knees against the wall and hitting her elbow on the sink, she positioned herself over his prick. His hands encircled her waist as he lowered her onto his giant cock. As he impaled her, she gasped. Then she bounced on him while he manipulated the dildo in her ass. She came first, grinding her tits into his face before he exploded inside her. They both slumped back, breathing heavily. Fiona had never cum so hard

They both stood up awkwardly, and as she reached for the toilet tissue, he pushed her hand away. "No need to clean up. You're not finished yet."

As she raised her brows, he pushed the bathroom door open and shoved her out in front of him. A few people had their eyes glued to the door, smiling at their exit. Fiona felt some cum dripping down her thigh and resisted the impulse to stop its progress.

The flight attendant frowned as they made their way back to their seats. As soon as they sat down, the man pulled a notebook out of his briefcase and began scribbling. He ripped the paper up into strips, folded them, and handed them to Fiona.

"Start at the front of the cabin and deliver these notes to everyone who's still awake."

She glanced at the folded notes. "What are they?"

He casually reached over and pinched her nipple through her thin t-shirt. "Your purpose is not to question me, Miss Tits-a-lot."

Wincing with pain, she stumbled to her feet. Starting at the first row of the cabin, she handed a note to every passenger who was still awake. As she moved down the aisle, she heard gasps, giggles, and snorts. It would seem the notes were creating quite a stir. She came to her seat and handed the extra notes to the dark stranger. He ignored her as she sat down.

After a few minutes, some of the notes came back and Sir collected them on his tray table. Glancing over his arm, Fiona saw what looked like seat numbers. He turned to her. "Go to seat 3C."

She opened her mouth, saw the bright look in his eyes, and shut it. She edged past him and made her way to seat 3C. There was a man sitting there with a woman in the window seat, head flung back and snoring lightly.

She looked at him in confusion, but he seemed to know why she was there. He said two words. "Blow job."

Grabbing the seat back, she said, "Excuse me?"

He smiled. "I want a blow job."

Wildly, she turned her head to look at Sir. He was standing up with his arms folded. What were those notes? Was he taking orders for her services? Her knees felt weak and her pussy wet. Could she do this? She'd never experienced such intense arousal in her life.

She dropped to her knees and immediately he stuffed his cock in her mouth. The passengers who had received the notes stood up in their seats for a better look. Sensing a commotion in the cabin, the flight attendant walked up the aisle. Her mouth fell open when she saw the tall woman with the big tits between some man's legs. Her purpose was obvious.

"Sir! Miss! Please, this is unacceptable." They both ignored her. Sir approached her and gently took her arm. She tried to shake him off.

He glanced at her nametag. "Lindsay? I have a proposition for you."

She glanced at him with a harried expression. "What is she doing?"

He smirked. "I think that's rather obvious. Listen, Lindsay, why don't you have a seat, get yourself something to drink, read a magazine. Miss Tits-a-lot will be taking care of the passengers in first class during this flight."

She looked down at the woman whose lips were firmly encircling the man's penis. "That's her name?"

"Suits her, don't you think?"

Watching the woman's tits bob up and down, she nodded. "Yes, it does."

He waved the notes in front of Lindsay's face. "I have several requests here for her services. It'll keep everyone occupied for the next four hours. You relax. If anyone needs a drink, Miss Tits-a-lot will take care of it. "

He replaced the notes in his hand with a wad of bills. Snatching the bills, Lindsay said, "All right, but there better not be any disturbances in this cabin."

Shaking his head solemnly, he stated, "None at all."

Lindsay retreated to her jump seat and buried her head in a magazine.

When Fiona finished with 3C, Sir handed her the next instructions. She moved down the aisle to seats 6B and 7B, which were situated one in front of the other. The man in 7B grabbed her, pulled up her skirt, and positioned her on his lap. The man in 6B turned around in his seat and pulled up her top. While 7B fucked her ass with the dildo, 6B sucked on her tits. The combination was wildly exciting. Fiona's nipples had never been very sensitive, especially after her boob job, but the way 6B latched onto her nipples while 7B pumped her buttocks proved enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, wetting 7B's lap.

The next set of instructions required her to crawl down the aisle to 9C. An angular middle-aged woman was there to greet her. She invited her to straddle her while facing her. After pulling up Fiona's t-shirt, she pulled up her own, removing her bra and revealing a scrawny pair of A cup breasts. She played with Fiona's tits for a while to the appreciation of several passengers gathered to watch. Then she pulled her in close, smashing her chest against Fiona's heavy DD's. While rubbing her tiny tits against Fiona's massive ones, she began kissing her deeply on the mouth. Fiona rubbed her clit against the woman's rough trousers and came again. She'd never come more than once at a time, if even that, faking it more often than not.

While she crawled down the aisle to her next appointment, the flight attendant happened to look up and see something protruding out of the woman's ass. She jumped up and marched down the aisle.

She pointed at Fiona's ass. "What's that?"

Sir intervened. "That's just a dildo, Lindsay, relax."

Bending down, trying to get a better look, she said, "I can't relax. I'm responsible for this cabin. That could be anything hiding in her asshole."

He patted her arm. "Would you feel better if you had a look?"

"Of course."

"Miss Tits-a-lot, reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Lindsay."

Fiona complied and he reached down and pulled the dildo out of her ass. Holding it up to Lindsay, he asked, "Are you satisfied? Would you like to feel it? It's not even motorized. Just an old-fashioned dildo."

Lindsay frowned. "It's awfully big."

Sir smiled. "Here, take it."

Lindsay held it gingerly, eyeing Fiona's ass, which she was still spreading wide. Holding it out to Sir, she said, "OK, you can put it back."

He looked into her eyes. "Would you like to do that, Lindsay?"

She glanced at the gaping asshole and then the dildo. "It doesn't look like it will fit."

Sir laughed. "What comes out, must go back in. Anyone have any cream or lubricant?"

A woman across the aisle, who had been watching the proceedings in some alarm, spoke up. "I have some heavy cream. My hands get so dry on the plane."

Sir nodded smoothly. "I understand completely. Would you like to cream this dildo?" Noting her shocked expression, he gave his boyish grin. "With your hand cream."

The woman relaxed and held out her hand. Lindsay handed the dildo to her, and she lathered cream onto it and handed it back.

Touching Lindsay's arm, Sir said, "Go ahead, Lindsay. She's ready for you. Are you ready, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona answered by spreading her cheeks wider. Lindsay glanced at the circle of on-lookers and bent down behind the woman on the floor. Tentatively she placed the head of the big black dildo at the woman's opening. The passengers called out encouragement, and she shoved the tip in. The woman gasped and clenched her buttocks. She shifted into stewardess mode. "Just relax now, Miss Tits-a-lot, and I'll ease it in gently."

Fiona unclenched her ass, and Lindsay gave another shove. She watched the woman's asshole widen around the dildo. Feeling a little resistance, she pushed again. Miss Tits-a-lot cried out, and Lindsay knew she was home free. She worked the fat dildo up Miss Tits-a-lot's ass until it almost disappeared. 

Fiona completed her rounds of the first class cabin when Lindsay approached Sir. Excuse me, Sir, the Captain came out to use the bathroom and saw a little of what was going on out here. He'd like to see Miss Tits-a-lot in the cockpit."

Fiona wondered if they were all going to be reported, but Sir was smiling. "Go with Lindsay now, Miss Tits-a-lot."

She followed the flight attendant up to the cockpit and entered nervously. Lindsay announced her. "Here's Miss Tits-a-lot, Captain."

At the sound of her voice, the pilot and the co-pilot turned from their instruments. Fiona's knees trembled at the stern look the Captain gave her. He was an older man with silver hair and a craggy face.

"I understand you've been keeping first class occupied, Miss Tits-a-lot."

She nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

He gave the co-pilot some instructions before turning to her. "Well, the only thing I'm sorry about is that we've been up here the whole time. You need to service us now, Miss Tits-a-lot. We don't call this a 'cockpit' for nothing."

He laughed at his own joke while his co-pilot rolled his eyes. 

The Captain continued. "Now bring those big titties over here."

Fiona pulled her shoulders back and approached the Captain. He yanked her t-shirt up and turned to his co-pilot. "You ever see a pair like this, Victor?"

Victor glanced over and shook his head. "Not in person anyway."

You bend over, Miss Tits-a-lot. I'm going to take you from behind. You like that?"

"Yes, Sir."

He roughly bent her over the Captain's chair, undoing his pants. Pulling up her skirt, he commented, "I see you already have one hole filled. I'll just fill the other one here. Victor, you wanna poke it in her mouth?"

Victor blushed. "No, Sir. You know I just got married three months ago."

The Captain began plowing Fiona from behind. "Awww, c'mon boy. At least take one of those big titties in your mouth before she goes. Nothing like a big mouthful like that to satisfy a man."

He shot into her while she came again under the watchful eyes of Lindsay and Victor. The Captain smacked her ass. "Thatta girl. C'mon Victor, have a little taste. Go give him a taste, girl."

Fiona stood over the co-pilot with her t-shirt still lifted and offered him a breast. Victor stared at her tit for moment with its extended, rosy nipple, and turned his head. "Not for me, Captain. I prefer a pert breast. She looks like a cow."

Lindsay giggled while the Captain scoffed. "Don't know what you're missing. Come here, girl. Give 'em to me."

So Fiona returned to the Captain, and he noisily sucked on her breasts until Victor gently reminded him that they had to prepare for landing.

The Captain sighed. "OK, you go back with Lindsay, Miss Tits-a-lot, and thanks for flying Hooter Airways."

He was laughing at his joke while Lindsay led her out of the cockpit. "You need to take your seat now, Miss Tits-a-lot."

The other passengers, knowing she'd just been servicing the pilot and co-pilot watched Fiona walk back to her seat. When she sat down, Sir smiled at her. "Well done, Miss Tits-a-lot. Have you ever had a more enjoyable flight?"

She answered honestly, "No, Sir."

He patted her knee. "I knew you'd be missing your Mistress on this long flight." 

Fiona didn't bother to protest. Perhaps in some way Pam had become her Mistress.

As the passengers began filing out of the first class cabin, several who had been awake during the flight shook Sir's hand, or grabbed his shoulder, all thanking him for the best flight they'd ever had. The passengers who had slept the whole way looked curiously at the attractive, dark-haired man and the Titian-haired beauty with the big tits in the seat next to him. 

Fiona was the last passenger to leave the cabin. She walked into the terminal, not knowing what to expect next. As she approached the escalator to the baggage claim area, a short, wiry Puerto Rican woman in a uniform accosted her.

"You Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona blushed as several people turned at the sound of the name. Then she looked down at the woman and said, "Yes, I'm Miss Tits-a lot."



The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 03



The Puerto Rican security guard didn't seem surprised when Fiona responded to the name "Miss Tits-a-lot." Florencia, the security guard, simply looked her over with an air of satisfaction. 

"Miss Tits-a-lot, we received an anonymous tip about your arrival at JFK from someone at LAX. We'd like to ask you a few questions." She reached behind her belt and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. "I'm sorry, Miss Tits-a-lot, but your own safety and ours, I have to hook you up."

Fiona eyed the handcuffs nervously.

Florencia took her arm. "Place your hands behind your back."

Fiona hesitated for a just a moment before complying. Florencia snapped the handcuffs on her wrists, cinching them tightly. Fiona winced as her wrists were pinned behind her. The position caused her to thrust her chest forward.

A few people passing through the terminal glanced over and wondered what the attractive redhead with the big tits had done.

Florencia gave Fiona a little push from behind and hooked a finger on the cuffs. "This way, Miss Tits-a-lot."

They approached a metal door, which Florencia unlocked with a key from the keychain at her waist. Fiona noticed the room was similar to the one at LAX, narrow with a small metal table and a few chairs. The room also had a large bulletin board on the wall sporting pictures of men with bags of drugs taped to their midsections and knives hidden in boots or the soles of their shoes - a kind of rogues' gallery. 

Fiona's eyes traveled over the pictures and then alighted on a big, muscular security guard standing in the corner with his arms folded over his massive chest.

Florencia gestured toward him. "That's Derek. He's here as a witness to my interrogation and search. Derek, this is Miss Tits-a-lot."

Derek grinned. "You can say that again."

Florencia frowned. "As I mentioned, someone at LAX phoned in an anonymous tip and said you might be carrying drugs on your person. We'll need to search you."

Fiona smiled slightly.

Pinning her arms behind her even tighter, Florencia growled, "You find this amusing, Miss Tits-a-lot? I assure you, this is serious business."

Grimacing, Fiona said, "No, not at all, ma'am."

Florencia nodded and released her grip. "You're catching on Miss Tits-a-lot. Now pull your top off."

Fiona lifted her handcuffed hands, and Florencia moved behind her to unlock them. Fiona pulled her top off over her head. 

Cocking her head to one side, Florencia said, "What do you think Derek, double D's?"

He stared insolently into Fiona's eyes. "I'd have to do a more thorough inspection."

Florencia motioned him over. "Whatever size they are, they're big enough to conceal illegal contraband. Lift them up so I can have a look."

Derek moved behind Fiona, grabbing a breast in each hand. "Wow, almost too big to lift with one hand, even my hand. I'd say bigger than double D's."

Absurdly, Florencia unhooked a flashlight from her belt and shined it under Fiona's tits. "OK, drop 'em."

He did so, but not before tweaking and pinching her nipples. Fiona's body sagged a little, as she felt the wetness coursing between her legs. She would never have dreamed that she would allow anyone to treat her in such a way, but here she was not only allowing it, but enjoying it. From the moment Pam at LAX had taken her in hand, she'd felt like a different person.

Florencia put her flashlight away and told Fiona to hike up her skirt and bend over the table. Fiona complied and even spread her legs out. 

Derek snorted and Florencia said, "Are you in the habit of traveling without panties?"

Fiona wiggled her bottom a little. "I misplaced them somewhere."

Florencia shoved her booted foot between Fiona's legs, kicking them out even further. "Hello, what do we have here?" She poked at the edge of the dildo in Fiona's ass with the tip of her finger. "What is this, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona wondered that Pam hadn't mentioned to Florencia that she shoved the dildo up her ass. Wasn't that what Florencia was supposed to be looking out for? She responded, "It's a dildo."

Derek sputtered, and Florencia said, "Do you always shove a dildo up your ass before you board an airplane?"

"I didn't put it there."

This time Derek laughed aloud. Florencia exclaimed, "You let someone else fill your asshole with a dildo?

Fiona answered, "It was Pam."

Derek said, "So when they asked you at LAX if someone gave you something to carry on the plane, I suppose you didn't mention the dildo." He could barely control his laughter.

Florencia barked, "That's enough Derek. This could be serious. Miss Tits-a-lot, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me."

Awkwardly, Fiona smashed her chest against the cold metal of the table while she reached back to open her buttocks. Florencia snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and ordered Derek to get the camera ready. 

He positioned himself behind Fiona and took a few photos of her spreading out her ass cheeks. "Miss Tits-a-lot, could you please turn your head around so I can get your face in the picture too?"

Fiona twisted her neck around to look over her shoulder, while Derek continued to snap away.

Florencia began inching the dildo out of Fiona's ass. She would pull it out about a half an inch and stop for Derek to take a picture. She pulled out the last of it with a pop, and Fiona released her cheeks. Florencia admonished her, "Keep 'em open; we're not done in there yet. Derek, hand me your knife."

She slit open the dildo and cried out, "Well, well. Look what we have here." 

Fiona craned her neck around and saw Florencia removing rolled up baggies of white powder. She gasped. Pam had tricked her after all. "I-I didn't know that was in there. I told you, Pam put that there."

Florencia spoke in a hard voice. "Look here Miss Tits-a-lot, I don't know who this Pam is, but I just pulled, what looks like cocaine, out of your asshole. I think you better keep your mouth shut. Derek, a few more pictures if you please."

Florencia stood next to Fiona's open ass cheeks, while displaying the baggies and pointing to Fiona's asshole.

Fiona's knees began to tremble. Was it true that Florencia knew nothing of Pam? Had Pam planted the drugs and then called JFK security anonymously? If so, she was in a lot of trouble."

"P-please, I can explain."

Putting the baggies aside, Florencia said curtly, "Not interested. What I am interested in is what else you might be hiding."

She shoved three fingers into Fiona's open asshole and began probing. Despite her fear, Fiona began undulating her hips and squeezing Florencia's fingers in her ass.

Derek smirked. "I think she likes that, Flo."

Florencia pulled her fingers out. "Of course she does. Put your top back on Miss Tits-a-lot."

"Wh-what are you going to do?

Peeling the gloves off, she said, "A lot depends on you. Right now we're going to monitor you until we can thoroughly test this substance. Sit up on the table and spread your legs open."

Fiona got into position, and Florencia approached her with a metal clip in her hand. She held it up for Fiona to see. "This is an electronic recording and tracking device. You'll wear this while you're in New York. I've already checked your ticket and know when you're supposed to be flying back to L.A. We expect to see you here at that time."

Fiona eyed the clip. "Of course. Whatever you say."

Florencia crouched between Fiona's legs and clipped the device onto Fiona's labia. She cried out in pain. Florencia flicked her clit ring. "Just think of it as another piece of hardware down here. You can remove the device when you shower and when you have sex. You planning on having any sex in New York, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona shook her head, and Florencia laughed. "Yeah, right. No need to remove it when you use the bathroom. We'll be tracking your movements and monitoring your activity." She pulled Fiona off the table.

Fiona's pussy lips felt swollen and hot. "Is that all, ma'am?"

Florencia nodded toward Derek. "One more little matter for you to take care of."

Derek began unzipping his pants and winked at her. "One of the perks of the job. Flo, you wanna document this for my files?"

Florencia took out the camera while Fiona got on her knees in front of Derek. Big man, big cock. He plunged into her mouth and down her throat. Fiona had never excelled at giving blow jobs because not many men had ever asked it of her. They had had been satisfied to worship at the temple of her body and had been more than happy to push their cocks between her huge tits. Now Derek was gagging her as he thrust his prick against the back of her throat. He groaned and shot into her mouth. After she swallowed, he ordered her to clean his cock with her tongue. Florencia snapped away at all angles.

They were finished with her. She stumbled out of the little room, making her way to the baggage claim area. The further she got from the security area and her tormentors, the more she felt like her old self. Soon she was strutting in her usual manner and attracting attention. She grabbed her bag from the carousel and strode out the doors. Pushing her way to the front of the taxi line, she incurred the wrath of the other people waiting there.

"Hey, wait your turn."

"The line's back there."

"Watch it, bitch."

She ignored it all, shoving her bag at the first driver in the line. She tossed over her shoulder, "I'm in a hurry."

The taxi driver was only too happy to accommodate her, stowing her bag in the trunk of his taxi and opening the door for her. He gave her long expanse of bare thigh an appreciative glance. The waiting crowd yelled out epithets, as Fiona held up her middle finger out the window. 

She told the driver, "Parker Meridien, mid-town, and don't try to take the long way and jack up the fare. I know exactly which way you should go."

He nodded at her in the rearview mirror, admiring her big tits pushing against the material of her t-shirt.

She flipped open her laptop and began working. She could almost believe everything that happened to her since arriving at LAX had been a dream, except she could still taste Derek's cum on her tongue and she felt the clip biting into her pussy lips. 

When she arrived at the hotel, she showered and then changed into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves. Again she went braless but pulled on a tiny pair of bikini panties. The material rubbed against the listening device, if that's what it really was. Perhaps they were just tricking her. 

She went down to the hotel bar, causing a sensation when she entered the room. A bevy of businessmen vied to buy her drinks, and she flirted outrageously with every one of them. She declined a few invitations for bed, as typically, this interplay left her cold. She longed for the rough treatment and the humiliations at the hands of Pam, the passengers on the airplane, and Florencia and Derek. 

Returning to her room alone, she lay on the bed and pulled out her vibrator. She didn't bother to remove the listening device. Let them get an earful. She brought herself off several times, dreaming she was once again Miss Tits-a-lot.

During the week, Fiona was as hard-charging as ever. The women she worked with were a little frightened of her, and the men were awe-struck. Her managers loved her though. She negotiated the best bargains and always exceeded their expectations. 

At the end of the week, she invited one of the men from the bar back to her room. They'd enjoyed flirting throughout the week, so she decided to give him a try. As they made their way to the bed, he gushed over her beauty and sexiness, while she wanted to hear what a slut she was and how disgusting her big tits were. He asked her what she wanted him to do, while she longed to hear him give her orders. He caressed her body, while she desired a good, hard spanking. She didn't know how to ask for these things and didn't try. Instead she went along with the program and faked yet another orgasm. 

Fiona wrapped up another successful business trip and made her way back to JFK for the flight home. She dressed in a pair of tight, low-slung jeans, black sweater, and black stiletto heels. As she approached the security checkpoint, she had butterflies in her stomach. Nobody stopped her. The metal clip on her pussy didn't even set off the detector. Had they forgotten about her? 

Disconsolately, she sat down in the boarding area, not even enjoying the attention she was receiving. As she flipped through a magazine, she heard the loudspeaker. "Miss Tits-a-lot. Paging Miss-Tits-a-lot to the security office."

She jumped up while a few people laughed at the name, and laughed even harder when they realized she was the one responding to the announcement. She didn't care. Already she was beginning to feel that familiar wetness.

She walked to the security office and saw Florencia there to meet her. Her heart fluttered. Florencia opened the door and gave Fiona a little push inside. Derek was there in the corner, arms folded across his chest as if he'd never moved.

Fiona noticed the pictures on the bulletin board were different and gasped when she went in for a closer look. There she was, looking back at the camera, ass cheeks spread wide open. There were several pictures with Florencia holding the bags of drugs and smiling, while pointing at her asshole. There were even a couple of her with Derek's big cock shoved into her mouth. 

Derek grinned. "Like the new pictures? I can tell you, they're the new favorites around here."

Still staring at the pictures, she said, "Others have seen them?"

"Of course, security personnel are in and out of this room all the time. You're even a favorite with the suspects we bring in here to search."

Fiona blushed hotly thinking about all those people looking at pictures of her ass spread out like that. 

Florencia patted the table. "Pull those jeans off, jump up here, and open your legs."

When Fiona was on the table, Florencia pulled the metal clip from her lips. She waved it. "We got quite an earful. You're a little bitch, aren't you? So rude."

Derek punched a button on a tape player. "This is my favorite part."

Fiona heard the sounds of her own gasps and groans on the night she had sex. So it had been true. They had been listening to everything.

"I mean couldn't that guy tell you were faking it? You were faking it, weren't you, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

She hung her head and nodded. Derek laughed. "I could've told him what you needed was a good crack on the ass to get you started."

Fiona turned to Florencia. "What are you going to do now?"

Florencia responded, "You need to follow a few more orders, we'll send you back to L.A., and then we'll make a decision. But first, that crack on the ass Derek was talking about."

Derek had taken a seat in one of the small chairs and now beckoned her over. Still naked from the waist down, she came to him. He patted his knee, and she crouched down and lay over his lap. He brought his hand down hard first on one cheek and then the other. The pain brought tears to her eyes, but he continued his assault on her bottom, alternating between one cheek and the other. When he stopped, her ass was stinging and burning. It felt hot to her touch. 

Florencia threw a tiny skirt at her. "Get rid of the jeans. You're wearing this on the plane."

Fiona shook out the little skirt and pulled it up over her hips. It was very short, barely covering her ass. 

"Now over the table again." Fiona bent over the table and Florencia took out another dildo, a little bigger than the previous one with a large gold ring on the end.

"Are there drugs in that one too?" Fiona asked.

Florencia spanked her ass with the dildo. "That's not for you to question. Spread 'em." She worked the dildo into Fiona's ass, leaving the gold ring protruding from her hole.

"Take that sweater off. I'm surprised at you, Miss Tits-a-lot. You're certainly dressed conservatively today. That won't do at all for you."

When Fiona was standing before Florencia, topless, Florencia took out two nipple clamps. "Might as well hang something on those big titties." She rolled Fiona's nipples between her fingers until they became hard. Then she fastened the clamps to her nipples. The tingling and burning of her nipples now matched the stinging on her ass. 

Florencia tossed a t-shirt at her. "Put this on."

Fiona saw that it was small and thin with some red lettering on it. She pulled it down over her tits, which it just covered, stretching across their broad expanse. Looking down at the words stretched across her chest she choked. The words read "Miss Tits-a-lot."

"I can't possibly wear this on the plane!"

Florencia smiled. "You can and you will. You advertise them all the time anyway. What difference will the obvious make?"

Fiona stared at her reflection and blushed. She was still wearing her black stilettos. The tiny black skirt sat on her hips, hugging her rounded bottom. The little white t-shirt with the embarrassing name stretched across the front clung to her tits, the nipple clamps visible through the thin material. 

Derek rubbed his hands. "Quite a picture, our Miss Tits-a-lot."

Florencia opened the door. "Enjoy your flight."

Fiona inched her way out of the office. She stared straight in front of her, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see the effect she was having on everyone. Both men and women openly stared at her, as she carefully made her way to the gate. She was now late for the flight, but she didn't dare run or move too quickly.

The attendant was still at the desk and the corridor to the plane was still open. Fiona approached the desk with her ticket in her outstretched hand. "I'm on this flight."

The attendant looked her up and down, before glancing at her ticket. "You still have time to get on. Seat 10C, on your left in the first class cabin." She looked at the boarding pass with Fiona's real name on it, and then handed it back to her saying, "Have a nice flight, Miss Tits-a-lot." 



The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 04



Had she really called her "Miss Tits-a-lot" or had Fiona imagined it? She didn't have time to speculate, as she rushed down the corridor to the waiting plane. Stumbling into the first class cabin, she attracted everyone's attention. The other passengers whispered, and a few pointed. She ignored them and made it to her seat. She had the aisle seat, and there was already a woman dressed in a navy pinstriped business suit sitting in the window seat. The woman glanced up and Fiona smiled. Giving her a cold look, the woman returned to the papers in front of her. 

Fiona began kicking at her bag to shove it under the seat in front of her. The flight attendant approached her and said, "I'm sorry, that bag is too big to fit under the seat. You'll have to stow it in the overhead compartment."

Fiona had been afraid of this. Pulling the bag up by its strap, she reached up to put it in the overhead, which was already crammed full of luggage. As she reached up, she felt her skirt rising in the back. The passengers seated in the rows behind her got a clear view of a pair of reddened ass cheeks peeking out of her skirt. Fiona reached to the side to move another bag out of the way, and the passengers still watching her progress wondered at the gold ring protruding from her asshole that was now visible. The passengers on the other side of the aisle were getting a different view. When Fiona raised her arms, the tiny t-shirt crept up so that the bottom globes of her huge tits hung out. Almost the entire first class cabin was mesmerized.

Once she secured her bag, Fiona quickly pulled her skirt and t-shirt down and took her seat. The businesswoman sitting next to her looked over and said, "Are you a stripper?"

Fiona turned scarlet. "No, I'm not a stripper."

The woman pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "Hmmmm."

Since Fiona had rushed for her flight, she hadn't had time to use the bathroom before boarding. Once the seatbelt light went off, she stood up to make her way down the aisle. Just at that moment, the flight attendant began the drink service and had her cart in the aisle.

She smiled as Fiona approached. "I'm afraid you'll just have to squeeze by."

Fiona stepped to the side and turning her body sideways, facing the cart, she squeezed by. As she did so, she felt someone pinching her ass. She swung her head around, but the two men in the seats she just passed were both looking down reading. 

She finished in the bathroom and started down the aisle again. The flight attendant hadn't moved the cart one inch. Again, Fiona had to squirm through. This time she placed her back to the cart and faced the two men. Her tits came close to hitting the man in the aisle seat in the face. Just as she was about to draw back, she felt someone pulling at the ring on the dildo. She gasped and smashed her tits in his face anyway. Looking around, she saw the flight attendant smiling benignly.

Once she shimmied past the cart, several napkins fluttered down in front of her. The flight attendant sighed. "How clumsy of me. Could you do me a favor and pick those up for me?"

Fiona stared into the hard, bright eyes for a moment and realized what was required of her. She turned and bent over at the waist to pick up the napkins. This time, her thoroughly spanked ass was fully exposed to anyone behind her, along with the ring on the dildo.

The flight attendant giggled. "Oh my, someone was a bad girl."

Fiona handed her the napkins, and before she had a chance to pull down her skirt, the flight attendant smiled sweetly and handed her two drinks. "Something's wrong with my cart. I think the wheel's stuck. Could you help me out, and hand these drinks over to the couple in the next aisle?"

With her skirt still hiked up, Fiona bent forward to deliver the drinks. She leaned low over the man's tray table, brushing his arms with her tits. The woman in the seat next to his hooked her finger in Fiona's neckline and pulled her down until her tits were resting on her tray table.

Inspecting her cleavage, she asked, "What size are those?"

Fiona whispered, "36 double D."

The woman raised her voice. "I can't hear you."

Fiona repeated, "36 double D" in a louder voice.

The woman snorted. "I think your surgeon gave you a little bonus." She turned to the man seated next to her, "What do you think, Maury? You think her surgeon gave her a little extra for her money?"

Maury reached over to where Fiona's tits were still resting on the tray table and gave them a squeeze. "I think so. You got a good deal there, honey."

The woman explained to Fiona, "My husband and I are both cosmetic surgeons, and those are definitely bigger than double D's. I'll tell you what. You keep running around without a bra, and those big melons are going to be sagging down to your navel pretty soon. I'll give you our card, and when those tits are flopping around down your waist, give us a call and we'll tighten them right up for you." She winked as she stuck her card in Fiona's cleavage. "We might even give you a little extra. Now be a good girl and get me a cup of ice."

As Fiona stood straight, she became aware that quite a few passengers had been listening to her conversation with the cosmetic surgeon. A few were eyeing her tits speculatively. She stumbled back to the cart, which still hadn't progressed any further down the aisle. The flight attendant had obviously been listening, for she held a cup of ice out for Fiona to take back to the woman.

Fiona bent over to deliver the ice, and felt a tug on her dildo ring. She turned around to two men pointing to their glasses for refills. And so it went. Fiona scurried up and down the aisles of the first class cabin delivering drinks to all the passengers. They grew bolder and bolder, commenting on her body, bouncing her tits in their hands, pinching her ass. With each new insult and humiliation, Fiona's pussy got wetter and wetter.

At last the drink service ended and Fiona was allowed to return to her seat. As she sank to her seat, her seatmate glanced over at her. "So are you finished making a spectacle of yourself? You may as well have been naked for all the good those clothes did in covering your body. You must be incredibly horny right now. Tell me, are those pussy lips of yours swollen and hot?"

Fiona looked down and nodded. 

The flight attendant approached and asked the woman if she preferred salmon or steak. The woman indicated her preference and the flight attendant turned to Fiona. Just as Fiona opened her mouth to reply, her seatmate spoke for her. "She won't be eating anything." She patted Fiona's belly. "She needs to watch her weight."

The flight attendant accepted this and turned away. The woman looked over at Fiona. "Instead I'll let you touch yourself."

Immediately, Fiona reached between her legs and started masturbating. It felt so good, but the woman grabbed her wrist. "Don't you cum until I tell you to."

Fiona nodded and continued pleasuring herself. The flight attendant delivered the meal, hardly giving Fiona a glance. The woman ate her meal, and then unwrapped a breadstick. Handing it to Fiona, she said, "Here, fuck yourself with this."

Fiona took the breadstick from her and began shoving it into her vagina. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist now, as she humped the breadstick furiously. She looked at the woman with pleading eyes, and she nodded. Fiona's orgasm exploded as she manipulated the breadstick in and out. The flight attendant walked up in the middle of her climax, watching her finish. 

She smiled brightly. "Well, some of us have better uses for food."

The pinstripe suit laughed. "That's right, but I think she deserves a little snack now, don't you?"

The flight attendant agreed.

Fiona's seatmate ordered, "Take the breadstick out of your pussy and eat it."

Fiona gasped. How far was she willing to be pushed? She looked into the woman's eyes, and just as with Pam and Florencia, she felt compelled to obey. She pulled the soggy breadstick out of her pussy, holding it in front of her face for a few moments. Opening her mouth, she shoved it inside. She chewed it quickly, tasting her own juices. The act was incredibly erotic, and she felt her pussy heat up again. Her eyes strayed to the second breadstick on her seatmate's tray, and the flight attendant laughed.

"I think she enjoyed her snack. Would you like another, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Licking her lips, Fiona nodded. Her seatmate unwrapped it for her, but snatched it away when Fiona reached for it.

Her eyes glinted. "I think it's my turn this time. Open up."

Fiona spread her legs wide, while the woman probed her with the breadstick. Fiona sucked it in as if it were a prick, and began fondling her clit with her fingers. Again, her climax rocked her. The woman pulled out the breadstick and presented it to Fiona, who gobbled it up. 

The two women laughed, and the flight attendant remarked that it was a shame that her ass was plugged with the dildo, because she was sure Miss Tits-a-lot would enjoy a treat from her own asshole too.

After the meal service, the lights on the plane were turned off. Some passengers were positioning themselves for sleep, others began watching movies on their individual screens. When her tray had been taken away, Fiona's seatmate asked her to retrieve a pillow and blanket for her from the overhead.

Fiona reached up and got her the pillow and blanket. The woman flipped up the armrest between them. She smiled a little apologetically at Fiona. "I know it's quite silly of me and quite childish, but I love to suck on something when I go to sleep, especially on an airplane. I've decide that your right tit is just the thing."

Blushing, Fiona, raised her t-shirt over her right tit. Her seatmate plucked off the nipple clamp, sending shivers of pain through Fiona's breast. She then positioned the pillow on Fiona's lap, put her head down on it, and grabbed her tit.

"Recline your seat a little, so I can reach it."

When Fiona got positioned, the woman took her tit in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around her nipple before clamping onto it. Fiona groaned with pleasure. The woman sucked contentedly until she fell asleep. Although her grip slackened when she fell asleep, she still had her mouth on Fiona's tit. Fiona must have slept as well because the next thing she knew the flight attendant was tapping her shoulder. 

"Wake up you sleepy heads. We're starting to descend."

Fiona's seatmate woke up and drowsily gave Fiona's tit a few more sucks before letting go. She re-attached the nipple clamp, and Fiona straightened her clothes.

As the plane landed, the woman looked over at Fiona and asked, "Is your Master or Mistress meeting you at the airport?"

Fiona's cheeks burned red because the woman seemed to know what was going on more than Fiona herself did.

She thought of Pam and said, "My Mistress."

The woman nodded and rubbed her hands. "I'll deliver you safely into her possession."

They got off the plane and Fiona told the woman where her Mistress was likely to be waiting. As they walked up to the security room, Fiona saw Pam in her uniform with her blond ponytail swinging behind her. Pam's eyes widened slightly when she saw Fiona's outfit, including the nipple clamps visible through the Miss Tits-a-lot t-shirt.

The pinstripe suit shook hands with Pam. "Here she is. I just wanted to let you know that your girl performed very well on the plane." She patted the side of Fiona's tit as she turned and walked away.

Pam looked her up and down, and then propelled her into the security office. She shut the door.

"So, you obeyed even when out of my sphere. What a different picture you present from when you first sashayed through my line a week ago. You were a haughty piece of ass then, weren't you? Now you're my little bitch. Aren't you my little bitch?

Fiona thrust her tits out and answered, "Yes, I'm your little bitch."

Pam nodded her approval. "Do you know what's shoved up in your asshole, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona replied, "Drugs?"

Laughing, Pam said, "Sometimes a dildo is just a dildo. There are no drugs in your ass now, Miss Tits-a-lot. Do you believe me?"

Fiona whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

Pam spread the pictures from JFK out on the table. "Of course, I do still have these."

Fiona glanced down at the pictures of Florencia standing next to her spread out ass cheeks holding the drug-filled dildo. 

Pam swept up the pictures. "I'll tell you what, Miss Tits-a-lot, you're free to go. You can walk out of this airport and never see me again. These pictures," she waved them in her hand, "will be for personal consumption only."

Fiona suddenly felt depressed. What would she go back to? How could she continue her meaningless affairs? She would only have her memories of this one week where she felt more sexually aroused than she ever had before. She met Pam's eyes.

Pam chuckled. "Or, you could continue your training with me."

Fiona's eyes shined with anticipation. 

Her eyes narrowing, Pam said, "I won't be an easy Mistress. You'll work hard for me. However, I won't be stingy with your orgasms. As long as you perform adequately for me, you'll be allowed to cum often. I won't coerce you though, Miss Tits-a-lot. You have to enter into this willingly. I hold nothing over your head. Do you wish to continue your training?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Pam smiled again. "I thought that would be your answer. I had you figured out the moment I laid eyes on you. This is what I will require of you. You have to quit your job. You'll give up your own place and move in with me. I will have total control over your life. I'll tell you when and what to eat. I'll tell you how to dress and buy all your clothes for you. Hell, I'll even tell you when and where you can take a shit. Is all that understood, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

The idea of being under this woman's command both frightened and excited Fiona, but her brain was being controlled by her cunt, which was now throbbing and twitching. She answered again, "Yes, Ma'am."

Pam nodded. "Good. Now strip off your clothes and bend over that table, spreading your legs."

Fiona complied like she knew she would. Pam grasped the gold ring of the dildo and pulled it out of her ass. "Now turn your head around and watch me."

As Fiona twisted her head around, she saw Pam open a black bag. Pam withdrew a huge double dildo with a belt attached to it. She then, over her uniform, buckled the leather belt around her waist and positioned the two dildos in front of her.

Fiona had never seen a strap-on before, but she knew this was one. Pam was going to take possession of her by fucking both her holes. 

Pam took some oil from the black bag and lubricated both dildos. She stood between Fiona's spread legs, placing the dildos at both of her openings. She grunted, "Open up, bitch," as she nudge the dildos into the holes. 

Fiona cried out as both big cocks pierced her and Pam began humping her in earnest. Pam reached forward and grasped Fiona's tits in both hands, squeezing as she continued to fuck her. 

Hearing the door open behind them, Fiona looked around. The black, female security guard, Malika, walked into the room. She grinned at Fiona.

"I see you brought her to heel, Pam."

Pam was too busy to respond. The strap-on was obviously stimulating her clit, and she gasped as she gave huge thrust into Fiona, almost lifting her from the table. She recovered and stood up, still impaling Fiona with the double dildo. She turned to Malika and smiled. "The bitch is mine."

After Fiona got dressed in her tiny outfit and Pam put the strap-on away, she stood in the center of the room awaiting her next instructions.

Pam faced her holding out a card. "Here's my address. Quit your job, give up your place, and report to my townhouse by the end of the week. Pack only your slutiest clothes, and I'll fill out the rest of your wardrobe."

Fiona took the card and began leaving the room.

Pam grasped her wrist. "Just one more thing. You need to legally change your name to Miss Tits-a-lot." 



The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 05



Fiona spent a busy week after her trip to New York and her amazing adventure at the airport. She gave notice at her job and contacted an agent regarding renting out her house. Then she steeled herself to complete the paperwork to change her name from Fiona Tinsalot to Miss Tits-a-lot. She put most of her furniture in storage and sent bags of blouses, sweaters, slacks, skirts, and jackets, in short, all of her professional clothing, to a thrift store. At last she completed her preparations.

Late in the afternoon, exactly two weeks after that fateful trip to New York, Fiona stood on the doorstep of Pam's townhouse with two suitcases at her feet. Pam answered the ring of the doorbell and stood surveying her for a few moments.

"Have you done all I ordered you to do?"

Fiona replied, "Yes, Ma'am."

Pam threw open her front door. "Are you ready to be my little bitch?"

Fiona looked down and nodded. She hated it when Pam referred to her as "her little bitch," but she couldn't deny the warmth those words brought to her cunt.

Pam growled, "Speak up, Miss Tits-a-lot. Are you ready to be my little bitch?"

Whispering, Fiona answered, "Yes, Ma'am, I'm ready to be your little bitch."

"That's better." Pam beckoned her inside.

The townhouse was a two-story affair, neat and bright with south- and west-facing windows. Sliding glass doors led out to a small yard with shrubbery and fruit trees. A huge, covered pool took up most of the patio area.

Pam gestured up the staircase. "Follow me upstairs." Pushing open one door, she said, "This is my room."

A large, four-poster bed dominated the room, and framed black and white photos decorated the walls. Fiona gasped when she realized that all of the photos were blown up pictures of her taken at JFK. There she was with her ass cheeks spread wide with Florencia's hands holding the drug-packed dildo next to her gaping asshole. She glanced quickly at Pam, who was smiling. 

"You'll be sleeping in here most nights, but not always in the bed." She gestured to a cot at the foot of the bed. "Sometimes you'll be sleeping there."

Pam walked back into the hall indicating that Fiona should follow her. She opened the door to another room. "This is your room. You'll have your things in here."

Fiona noticed there was no bed in the room. There was a bureau and a full-length mirror, and something that looked like a pommel horse in the middle of the room. As Fiona looked at the ceiling, she saw large hooks in the corners. She wandered into the bathroom, which was off the bedroom - tub, sink, toilet - nothing unusual. 

Then she turned to Pam expectantly, and Pam didn't disappoint.

Pam waved at Fiona's short skirt and halter top. "Nice outfit, but you won't be needing that right now." She walked to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bikini. "You can put these on now."

She watched as Fiona pulled the thong bikini bottoms up over her hips. Then Pam reached forward and tugged the material up so that the piece in the back was firmly embedded in Fiona's crack. Fiona then tried to fit the tiny bikini top on her large tits. They flowed out the top, bottom, and sides, the two small triangles just large enough to cover her nipples. Pam had her leave her stiletto heels on. 

Pam smiled her approval. "Now it's time to get to work."

Fiona repeated, "G-get to work?"

That earned her a hard slap across the face. "Don't ever question me, Miss Tits-a-lot. Go down to the kitchen and wash the dishes in the sink. Then polish the countertops. When you're done with that, scrub the kitchen floor on your hands and knees."

Fiona opened her mouth to protest but saw the look in Pam's eye. She hurried down to the kitchen to start her work. She'd always had maids herself and wasn't very good at housework. Each time she thought she was finished, Pam ordered her to do it over. 

At last it was done to Pam's satisfaction, and Pam allowed her to drink several glasses of water. Fiona began to walk upstairs when Pam grabbed her thong from behind, pulling her backward. "Where do you think you're going?"

Fiona stood in front of her, head bowed. "I was going to use the bathroom."

Pam laughed. "Oh no you're not. In the first place, you're to ask permission first. In the second place, that toilet in your bathroom isn't going to do you much good."

Fiona threw her a puzzled look, and Pam answered it. "That toilet seat is bolted down."

Fiona glanced toward the small half bathroom downstairs, and Pam shook her head. She grasped Fiona's wrist and led her to the sliding glass door. "That's your bathroom out there."

Fiona's mouth dropped open. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"I always mean what I say, Miss-Tits-a-lot. You ask permission sweetly first, and then you can take a piss outside on one of the bushes or against one of the trees."

Blushing hotly, Fiona had a strong desire to rush from the house. Instead she said, "May I please take a piss, Ma'am?"

Pam opened the door herself. "Certainly."

Fiona tottered outside with Pam's eyes following her. She chose a bush against the far wall. Turning her back to Pam, she moved her thong to the side and squatted slightly. Her stream of urine hit the ground beneath the bush. She thought she heard a noise from over the wall and froze. Nothing she could do now. There was nothing to wipe with, so she let a few more drips fall before putting the thong back in place. 

As she crossed the threshold, Pam patted her bottom and said, "Good girl. Now just because I can, and I enjoy the sight of red ass cheeks, I'm going to paddle you. Go up to your room, remove your thong, position yourself over the horse, spread your legs, and wait for me."

Doing all Pam asked, Fiona waited, bent over the horse, her tits now swinging free from the bikini top. She waited and she waited. Pam came into the room after Fiona had been in position for almost an hour. Her legs ached, and her ribs were sore from the pressure against the horse. 

Pam opened the closet door and told Fiona to look around behind her. Fiona's eyes widened at the contents of the closet - whips, paddles, chains, collars, dildos - Pam had it all. She selected a short paddle and came up behind Fiona. 

She snorted. "You call that spreading your legs? You have a thing or two to learn, Miss Tits-a-lot. We'll start your education now. She fastened a spreader bar to Fiona's ankles, thrusting her legs far apart. Before she started her paddling, she asked, "Are you my little bitch?"

Fiona answered in the affirmative and received a sharp smack on her right butt cheek. The question was asked and answered before each whack. Pam alternated between each cheek until Fiona was gasping and crying, her ass aflame. Pam stood back to survey her work. 

"Nice and red. Now I'm going to warm up something else." Fiona felt the head of a large dildo nudge open her asshole. "I'm going to fuck your ass with this dildo, and you can rub against the horse if you like and cum. Then I'm leaving you here for a little while before you come down to cook dinner for me and my friends."

Pam pumped her ass with the lubed dildo as Fiona furiously shoved against the horse. Her first orgasm came fast, and she thrust against the invading dildo, but Pam didn't stop. She continued her assault until Fiona came again.

Then she shoved the dildo deep inside and told her to turn her head to the right. Fiona looked over and noticed the large bedroom window facing a similar window of the townhouse next door. She cried out as she noticed a man standing at the window with binoculars. 

Pam laughed. "He watched the whole thing. That's Ed Yardley. He likes to watch. He was probably outside listening to you pee too. His poor wife has no idea why Ed's so interested in the dyke next door." She was still laughing as she left the room.  

A short while later, Pam returned to the room, surveying Fiona's red ass cheeks. "You need to prepare some appetizers for my friends. Come downstairs now. You can put your bikini bottoms back on, but leave the dildo in your ass."

Fiona followed Pam downstairs and into the kitchen. Under Pam's instructions, she assembled some appetizers. While she was still in the kitchen, she heard the doorbell ring. Pam told her to get the door. The first couple to arrive was a woman and her obvious slave, and they kept on coming until there were five women, all with their slaves. One woman had a male slave in tow.

The women eyed Fiona appreciatively as she served them and their slaves. Most of the slaves stayed at their Mistress's feet in subservient positions. The women talked, laughed, and played cards while Fiona scurried back and forth to the kitchen to deliver food and refill drinks. A few of the other slaves helped her. 

Fiona hadn't peed since her foray into the garden, and now her bladder was full. As she served Pam a drink, she whispered, "May I please pee?"

Pam answered, "Speak up, Miss Tits-a-lot. Nothing you have to say is private."

Fiona spoke louder, "May I please pee, Mistress Pam."

Pam answered shortly, "No."

Fiona gave her an agonized look before taking some dirty dishes back to the kitchen. Another hour passed, and Fiona asked for permission to pee again. Again she was denied. Every time Fiona walked, her full bladder pressed against her. She pressed her legs together when she returned to the kitchen, but just then one of the other slaves turned on the faucet to rinse some dishes. The sound of the rushing water was too much for Fiona, as she released in the middle of the kitchen floor. The other slave in the kitchen watched her pee drip to the floor before rushing back into the other room to tell her own Mistress. 

All of the Mistresses, including Pam, crowded around the kitchen entrance as Fiona stood over the yellow puddle on the floor. 

Pam clucked. "Miss Tits-a-lot, you have no control at all. Clean up that mess."

Fiona turned toward the closet that housed the mop, but Pam stopped her. "Oh, you're not using the mop for this mess. Slip off your bikini bottoms and start cleaning up."

The other Mistresses voiced their approval, as Fiona slipped off the thong. She crouched on her hands and knees and began mopping up her own piss with her bikini bottoms. Even the other slaves were smirking, glad it wasn't them. When she finished, Pam told her to stand in front of her. Then Pam took the sopping wet bikini bottoms from Fiona and ordered her to open her mouth wide. Fiona complied, and Pam shoved her urine soaked thong into her mouth. She then forced her to continue her service to her guests with her pee drenched bikini shoved in her mouth.

It was one of the most humiliating nights Fiona ever spent, and yet, at the end of it she was hot and wet. Her Mistress knew it. When the guests had all left, Pam tied Fiona's wrists to her bedpost and took her from behind with a strap-on. Fiona cried out as she came twice. Pam left her tied to the bedpost while she snuggled into the bed and slept.

Such was Fiona's new life. She wore bikinis or went topless around the house while she served her Mistress. She got up an hour earlier than Pam to clean the kitchen and prepare Pam's breakfast. She served Pam's breakfast, and while Pam had her second cup of coffee, Fiona was allowed to go into the yard for a pee. Mr. Yardley was always there to watch her. 

Then one day, Pam informed her she was having a party. Before the guests arrived, Pam and Fiona pulled the cover off of, what Fiona thought was a large pool in the backyard. As they removed the cover, a large empty pit was revealed. She then helped Pam drag out large drums of olive oil. They used mops to oil down the tub and its sides, leaving a little oil in the bottom. Pam wouldn't answer any questions about the purpose of the tub. 

The guests began arriving. Some of them Fiona recognized from Pam's card parties. All were women and most had their own slaves. Most of these slaves were women, but a few of the Mistresses came in leading men by their cocks on leashes.

The last to arrive was a petite brunette Mistress with her magnificent black slave in tow. She was obviously a bodybuilder and used steroids, as her body was pumped up and she displayed massive muscles. She had a rather proud bearing for a slave, and while the other slaves hustled around serving all the Mistresses, she stayed by her Mistress's side and had the other slaves bring her drinks and food for her Mistress. 

As Fiona served the Mistresses, she was aware of the black slave's eyes upon her. When she met her eyes, the black woman stared her down haughtily.

After the refreshments, Pam ushered everyone out to the patio and the gleaming, oiled pit. 

She announced, "I know you're all looking forward to a little wrestling tonight. It's been a while since we've indulged. We'll start with the smallest slaves first."

Two petite slaves stepped forward, a tiny blonde and a beautiful Asian woman. The two male slaves oiled up their bodies, and the two women descended the steps into the oiled pit. On a signal from Pam, the two women faced off. They grabbed at each other's bodies and began slipping and sliding in the oil to the cheers of the women. It wasn't long before one slave ripped the top off the other, and they rolled around in the oil, sliding off of each other. Finally, the Asian woman pinned the blonde on her stomach, sitting on her back victoriously. 

The vanquished blonde returned to her Mistress and a sound spanking. Then the next slave was oiled up and sent into the pit. This time the Asian woman was beaten. She was forced to lick the victor's cunt until she came.

Fiona watched the proceedings with wide eyes. It wasn't long before her turn came. She stood before the male slave as he spread warm oil all over her body, underneath her bikini top and bottom. She then walked down the steps of the pit to face her first competitor. The woman was smaller than she, and Fiona grabbed her around the legs and tackled her down. The other slave had done this before though and was soon on her feet again. Going for the obvious target, she grabbed Fiona's bikini top and pulled, ripping the top from Fiona's massive tits. Fiona bounced back and slammed the smaller woman against the side of the pit. Taking advantage of the woman's momentary disorientation, she grasped her around the waist and threw her down. She flipped her over on her stomach and pinned her easily. She won her next three matches although she lost her bikini bottoms in the third fight.

Just when she was feeling confident, she looked up to see her next opponent. She gulped as she saw the big, black slave step up to get oiled down. The black slave was now preening for the crowd and flexing her muscles. Her body looked like a man's. Her bikini top stretched across a flat but fully muscled chest. Her hard glutes pumped in and out for the onlookers, who cheered. The male slave oiled her up, and then began fastening a large strap-on around her hips. The dildo on the strap-on was huge, and a pair of fake balls hung beneath. Once she was ready, the black slave flexed once more for the crowd and then turned to the pit. Her white teeth gleamed in a smile as she descended. 

The two women faced off. Fiona lunged for the black woman and tackled her around the waist. The black slave didn't budge, instead lifting Fiona off her feet and swinging her around. Fiona managed to stay erect and made another pass at the black slave's legs. The woman just stepped aside and Fiona landed in the oil and skidded. She hurried to her feet, facing the black slave again.

As Fiona lunged forward, the slave reached out an arm and grasped Fiona by the throat to hold her back. Then with her other hand, she began slapping Fiona's tits back and forth so that they collided with each other. Fiona wriggled out of her grip and went for her legs again. She missed but stood up quickly.

The black woman then reached out, grabbed Fiona's tits and threw her to the floor of the pit. On her back now, Fiona scooted backwards. The black woman grasped her ankles, pulling them up and spreading them wide. For good measure, she hoisted them up, lifting Fiona's buttocks off the pit floor. Slowly she rotated Fiona around on her back, her legs spread open above her. The crowd was on its feet to get a better look at Fiona's shaved, open slit.

She dropped Fiona's legs and Fiona got on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away. The black slave then landed on her and flipped her over. Fiona tried to squirm from beneath her, but the black slave was too strong. She sat on Fiona's stomach, the black dildo bobbing in front of her. Fiona made a last attempt to get away, but the black woman held her tight. 

The black slave then scooped up Fiona's tits from the side, squeezing them together. She then pushed the black dildo into the cleft of her breasts, hitting Fiona's chin as she fucked her tits. Fiona clawed at the hands holding her tits. The black slave released her hold and grasped Fiona's wrists, pinning them above her head. Bucking wildly, Fiona couldn't displace the black woman. 

The slave then hoisted herself off of Fiona's stomach only to land on her chest. While Fiona gasped for breath, the black woman shoved the cock into her open mouth. The crowd of Mistresses and slaves was screaming now. She fucked Fiona's mouth with the dildo, as Fiona whipped her head from side to side. 

At last the black slave eased up, and Fiona escaped her grip. She turned over on her stomach and began to squirm away. The slave was playing with her. She let her crawl a few feet and then pounced on her again. This time Fiona was on her stomach and knew she was beaten. The black woman grabbed Fiona's arms and pulled them above her head. She then positioned herself on Fiona's buttocks. Fiona was pinned. The black slave had beaten her.

Gasping, Fiona heaved a little more, but to no avail. Then the black woman inched up on her back and leaned down. She whispered into Fiona's ear, "Now you're going to be my little white bitch."

Fiona grunted and lurched forward, but the black slave held her tight. She leaned forward once more and ordered, "On your knees, little white bitch."

Fiona threw her hips from side to side, raising her head. The black slave curled an arm under her belly and hoisted her up. Fiona was now on her hands and knees. The slave plunged two fingers inside Fiona's asshole.

She yelled out, "I like my white ass a little pink around the edges." She began slapping Fiona's ass cheeks with the palm of her big hand while her two fingers remained inserted in her anus. Fiona cried out with each smack. 

The black slave stopped the spanking and leaned in again. She whispered, "Now waggle your pink ass to show me what you want."

Fiona tried to escape and received a resounding slap on the ass again. She complied with the slave's wishes and began wiggling her ass back and forth. The black slave cried out, "Show me what you want, little white bitch."

And Fiona wiggled her ass even more. The crowd sensed the climax and began chanting, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her."

The black slave was on her knees, raising her arms in victory. She dipped her hands in the oil and began massaging the big black dildo. 

Fiona felt the head of the cock against her anus. She clenched, but the black woman eased her open with the tip of the dildo. She nudged the cock into her opening. The crowd was going wild now, and the black slave was milking her position in the limelight. 

As the cock continued its invasion, Fiona felt as if she was being ripped apart. Soon the black slave was working the dildo into her ass until she was buried to the hilt. She began humping Fiona. With each thrust, Fiona let out a grunt. The black woman reached around to finger Fiona's swollen clit. Fiona was now rocking back against the woman, feeling the fake balls slapping her ass. The pressure on her clit was increasing until she felt her explosion. She came hard while the black slave still pumped her ass with the strap-on. 




The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 05



The black slave was exultant as Fiona collapsed back into the oil. She grabbed Fiona's red mane and pulled her head up. "Now you gonna thank your momma."

She hoisted Fiona up on her knees facing her. The black dildo bobbed in front of her face. The black woman growled, "Show your appreciation. Kiss the cock."

Fiona landed a kiss on the head of the big black dildo. The slave laughed. "You enjoyed it more than that. Kiss that cock all over." 

Fiona complied and began kissing the dildo up and down the shaft while Mistresses and slaves alike laughed at the spectacle. 

The black woman crowed, "Now you're going to clean your shit off my cock. Lick it." So Fiona licked the dildo that had just been in her asshole. 

"Now take it all in, little white bitch."

She shoved the cock into Fiona's mouth. While Fiona slurped and sucked on it noisily, the black slave grasped her big tits, using them to move Fiona back and forth on the cock.

The black slave pulled the dildo out of Fiona's mouth. "I'm done with you now, bitch. Assume the submissive position and stay in the pit."

Fiona crouched down before the black slave, resting her head on the floor of the pit. She heard cheers and laughter as the show ended. The Mistresses began taking their leave, and still Fiona remained in the pit, vanquished and debased. 

When all was quiet, Pam returned to the patio. "That was quite a show you put on, Miss Tits-a-lot, and you took it all, didn't you? That was a fine day when you came strutting through my line at the airport." Then she called out. "Did you see all that, Ed?"

Fiona heard a voice from over the fence. "I sure did, Pam. That was something else."

Pam nudged Fiona's crouched form, "You go pay Ed a visit. You want some of this Ed?"

"I sure would, Pam."

Pam poked the toe of her boot at Fiona's sore asshole. "Crawl over to the fence and give Ed a treat."

Pam directed her to a hole in the fence where Fiona could detect movement. She crawled forward, and Ed stuck his dick through the hole. She took it in her mouth and began sucking and Pam started cleaning up the patio. 

Fiona had been degraded and humiliated beyond her wildest imaginings. The black slave had teased and toyed with her, finally humping her for all to see. She had groveled before another slave, did her bidding, and endured the laughter and jeers of other slaves all to cum. And now here she was sucking a cock through a hole in the fence, a cock of a man she'd never even seen or met face-to-face. Despite her aching body, Fiona felt a sense of deep contentment. 

Ed shot into her mouth and ordered her to swallow it. Then he asked, "Say, what's your name anyway?"

And Fiona answered without any hesitation, "Miss Tits-a-lot."



The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 06



Fiona faced an evening of one of her least favorite obligations as Pam's slave - dinner out. When she and Pam were alone, she could easily lose herself and become Pam's sub, completely subjugating her own person to the desires and whims of her Mistress. Even with Pam's friends, who were mostly in the lifestyle, Fiona felt comfortable in her subservience. However, when they were out in what she considered the "real world," her position was harder to embrace perhaps because most people who saw them together assumed they were a lesbian couple. This embarrassed Fiona. 

For these dinners, Pam dressed as she always did: Dockers or Wranglers, a button-front shirt with a collar, and cowboy boots. Occasionally she sported a tie, her blond hair always pulled back into a swinging ponytail. And Fiona dressed as she always did: short skirt or dress, tight, skimpy tops to show off her huge tits and high stiletto heels to keep her mincing behind Pam. They always frequented fashionable, upscale restaurants. Pam enjoyed a good meal.

This evening, they dressed their parts. Fiona squeezed into a tiny black skirt with a tight, plunging halter top encasing and showcasing her tits. Her nipple rings were clearly visible through the thin material. Before they left, Pam looked her over with approval and ordered, "Spread your legs."

Fiona complied, and Pam reached forward, pushed up Fiona's skirt, and attached a vibrating clip to her clit. Grinning, Pam slipped the remote to the device into her breast pocket. Fiona knew she was in for some fun and games, and shivered at the prospect.

Pam parked her own car behind the restaurant, and as they walked to the entrance, Pam gave Fiona's clit a little buzz. Pleasure shot through Fiona, as she clamped her legs together. She hoped her Mistress would be generous tonight.

Pam made reservations, so they were seated immediately. Heads turned as the women walked toward their booth, as always, Fiona a few steps behind her Mistress, her high heels thrusting out her tits and ass, and everything jiggling along. Fiona slid into the booth opposite Pam and got into the correct position. This entailed hiking up her skirt so that her bare ass met the cool leather seat, and spreading her legs out. If anyone cared to peer under the table, they'd be rewarded with an eyeful of Fiona's shaved, glistening pussy.

Their waitress approached the table, wrinkling her nose at the two lesbians. She eyed the woman with the gigantic tits, whose nipples seemed to be practically poking through her top. "Would you care for something to drink?"

Pam, perusing the wine list, looked up. "Yes, we'd like a bottle of this cab."

The waitress was soon replaced by a bus boy who almost poured water all over their table when confronted by Fiona's massive cleavage.

Pam knew the look well, and whispered, "You play your cards right, and I'll give you a peek."

He stammered something incoherent as he stumbled away from the table. 

The waitress returned with the wine, and Pam sniffed the cork, smelled the bouquet, and took a little taste before approving. The waitress filled the two glasses and asked, "Would you like to order now?"

Pam spoke up, "I'll have the crab cakes to start, followed by the tomato with Buffalo mozzarella. Then I'd like the prime rib, rare, with the garlic mashed potatoes."

The waitress glanced at Fiona, but Pam answered for her. "She'll have the small dinner salad with vinaigrette. You can bring that at the same time as my entrée."

The waitress looked back at the woman with the big tits, her eyes lowered to her empty plate. She shrugged. What a strange couple.

Fiona wasn't surprised at Pam's order. Pam limited her food intake, keeping her slim and her waist tiny. This only emphasized her tits, which is the way Pam liked it. 

The bus boy attentively saw to their needs with a hopeful look on his face. Pam finally took pity on him. "Do you want to see her jewelry?"

The young man nodded vigorously, and Pam flicked her fingers at Fiona, who pulled aside her skimpy halter to reveal one huge milky white tit with her rosy nipple pierced with a big gold ring. The bus boy gawked and swallowed hard.

Pam leaned in. "Another thing - I've got her wired for pleasure." She pulled out the remote and pressed it slowly. The bus boy watched as the big-titted woman gasped and squirmed in her seat. Pam told him, "You keep coming back to watch her get more and more excited."

So the bus boy found any excuse he could to return to the table. Each time he came back, the blonde turned up the power, and the redhead began bouncing in her seat, taking those marvelous tits along for the ride.

He couldn't keep it to himself any longer. He ran off to find his buddy working in another section and brought him back to the table. Together they stood guard at the table and watched the redhead withdraw her tit from her top and start humping the seat. 

The waitress approached the table, wondering why two bus boys were parked in front of it. As she drew close, she saw the redhead with one hand grasping her big tit, her fingers pinching her extended, pierced nipple, her head thrown back, lips parted. She slammed the crème brulee on the table and hissed, "What is going on here?"

Three pairs of eyes turned toward her. The redhead was oblivious. She was now grinding into the seat and moaning, obviously cumming. The waitress snapped at the bus boys, "You two get back to work. I'm getting the manager."

She had a difficult time explaining to the manager what was going on, so she led him back to the table. The woman was finished with her orgasm, her breast back in place. By this time, the table had attracted the attention of much of the restaurant, a few of the patrons even catching sight of an exposed breast. 

The manager barked, "You two...ladies are creating a disturbance. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Pam looked at him coldly. "This is discrimination. Miss Tits-a-lot can't help it if she's over-sexed and had an orgasm in your restaurant."

The waitress gasped, and the manager spluttered, "Get out before I call the police."

Pam grabbed her bag and jumped up. "You haven't heard the end of this."

Fiona slid out of the booth, yanking her skirt down, leaving a big wet spot on the seat behind her. Pam stalked out of the restaurant with Fiona in tow. All eyes were on them now, wondering what they'd done to get ejected from the restaurant. Right before the entrance, Pam dropped her wallet. She turned to Fiona with a hard stare and said, "Pick it up and do it right."

Fiona felt a slow flush creeping over her body as she realized what was required of her, but she couldn't refuse Pam now and she didn't want to. So she spread out her legs and bent over at the waist to retrieve the wallet. Her short skirt hiked up as she mooned the entire restaurant with her ass cheeks spread wide. There were gasps of shock and shouts of laughter. The manager rushed forward, incensed at the display in his restaurant, and gave Fiona a push forward. Since she was so top heavy, she toppled over and fell to her knees, her skirt still hiked up. The manager aimed the toe of his shoe at her bare ass, sticking it in her crack, and began prodding her out of the restaurant. By this time, Fiona's tits escaped from her halter top and were almost grazing the floor. Thus was Miss Tits-a-lot unceremoniously kicked out of the restaurant, amid the jeers and cheers of the other diners. 

Pam was waiting for her on the sidewalk, laughing. "You made quite a scene in there, Miss Tits-a-lot. Now get up."

As Fiona stood up, Pam smacked her hard across the face. Fiona blurted out, "What did I do?" That impertinence earned her a sharp slap on the side of her breast.

Pam snarled, "Don't talk back to me. We won't be able to go back there, and I like their crab cakes." She grabbed Fiona's bag and dropped the remote inside. She checked Fiona's wallet to make sure she wasn't carrying any money, and then she strode down the street.

Fiona called out, "Where are you going? How will I get home?"

Pam ignored her, and Fiona trotted after her for a few steps, her tits and ass jiggling, but her high heels made it impossible for her to catch up with Pam. She sighed and resigned herself to walking home, or perhaps hitching a ride. She traipsed down the street, sticking her thumb out. She elicited lots of catcalls and whistles, but nobody pulled over until a black and white cruised up to the curb.

A lone cop whisked down the window on the passenger side, leaned forward and yelled, "You working the street here?"

Fiona retorted, "No, I'm not. I'm just trying to get a ride home."

The cop stopped his car and got out, looking her over from head to toe. "Yeah, right. You girls aren't supposed to be working this area."

She repeated, "I'm not working any area, just trying to get home."

"Where's your car?"

Fiona answered, "My friend and I got into an argument. My friend took the car and left me here."

He stared at her tits. "What were you doing out here?"

Fiona waved behind her. "We had dinner at that restaurant back there." 

He looked back. "That restaurant?"

She nodded, and then wished she'd kept her mouth shut, as he continued, "Well, let's just see about that."

He took her arm and led her back to the scene of her recent humiliation. They entered the restaurant, and the manager rushed over.

The cop said, "Did this woman recently have dinner here?"

The manager sniffed, "Yes, she did, officer, and we were going to call you. She and her 'companion' caused such a ruckus. This one actually had the effrontery to moon my customers with her bare ass."

The cop shook his head and laughed. "Thank you, sir." Then he propelled Fiona outside and back to his car. "Just having dinner, huh?" He grabbed her wrists and cuffed them behind her, causing her tits to thrust forward even more. He pulled her over to the curb. "Have a seat here."

Fiona awkwardly sank to the curb, her short skirt rising up on her thighs as she tried to keep her legs closed. The cop dumped her purse out on the hood of his car. He looked in her wallet, and then glanced at her quickly. "Is this your real name? Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona nodded, and he laughed. "Yeah, you're not a hooker or a stripper with a name like that."

He yanked her up by her cuffs. "Okay, Miss Tits-a-lot, you're coming with me." He shoved her into the back of his police car.

She protested, "Where are you taking me? Please don't arrest me. I'll do anything you ask."

Eyeing her in his rearview mirror, he echoed, "Anything?"

"Yes."

He drove a few blocks and turned down an alley. He parked the car and pulled her out of the back seat. Pushing her down to her knees, he said, "Okay, show me what you got." With that he reached out and ripped her halter top off and threw it to the ground. Her tits bounded forward, and he grinned. "You got a fine pair of hooters there. You know what I like to do with a fine pair of hooters? I like to fuck 'em."

He gathered her tits at the side and shoved them together, creating a deep cleft. "Now I'm going to pump my prick up through your tits, and you're going to open your mouth real wide to take it in."

Fiona opened her mouth and caught the head of his cock between her lips each time it rose up through her cleavage. He then released her tits and fucked her face until he spewed down her throat. 

He pulled her up again, now topless, and shoved her into the backseat. She said, "My top."

"You won't need that. I'm taking you in."

Her eyes grew wide, "But you said..."

He laughed. "All I said was I wanted to fuck a big pair of hooters."

Fiona slumped back in the seat, as he drove to a small police substation. The cop strutted into the station, pushing Fiona ahead of him. There were two officers behind the desk, one man and one woman. They stared with open mouths as their fellow officer came in with the topless woman with huge tits.

"Whaddya got there, Deano?"

He snorted, "Whaddya think? A hooker. Caught her working the street in the nice part of town. Then she tried to bribe me."

The male officer laughed, "Which you, of course, refused."

Deano grabbed at his crotch. "Of course."

The woman came forward and said, "Come on over here for your booking photo."

She had Fiona hold up a board under her chin and took her picture from the front and side. Then she turned and grinned at the men. "Now another photo, just for our private collection." She shoved the board under Fiona's tits and took the picture from the front again, this time capturing her tits. She led her over to another table and fingerprinted her. The male officer called out, "I think she needs a tit print too. Those things look like lethal weapons."

The female officer shoved Fiona's face toward the table, grabbed her tit, and pressed it on the ink blotter. Then she smashed it against a piece of paper. She repeated the action with the other tit. She held up the tit prints in front of her own chest. "How do I look, boys?"

Fiona interrupted their laughter, "D-do I get to make a phone call?"

The female officer shoved the phone toward her, "Sure."

Fiona called Pam, but she wasn't answering the phone. She left her a message, asking her to bail her out and bring her a top.

The male officer turned to the female officer and said, "I know you hate to do it, but it's time for the strip search, Louise."

Louise pushed Fiona ahead of her into a small room with a large mirror. Fiona figured this was a two-way mirror. Louise had her face the mirror and stand with her legs slightly apart. "Now pull up your skirt."

Fiona pulled up her skirt, and Louise whistled at her shaved pussy. She crouched down and peered between her legs. "I see you have a little toy down here. We'll let you keep it. Now turn around, bend over, and grab your knees."

Fiona bent forward, exposing her bare ass to the two-way mirror. Louise snapped on a rubber glove and inserted her thumb into Fiona's asshole and her index and middle fingers into her pussy. She probed the two orifices and wiggled her fingers around inside until Fiona began to squirm. She couldn't help it. It felt just like the inspections Pam gave her at home. Louise grinned back at the two-way mirror, as Fiona's ass wiggled. She pulled her fingers out and told Fiona to sit on the edge of the chair with her legs spread, and then she left the room.

Louise returned to her fellow officers. "How'd you like that? She's such a slut. She has a vibrator clipped onto her clit." She fished through Fiona's purse and held up the remote. "Eureka!"

She pressed the remote, and the three officers watched through the two-way mirror as the redhead began to quiver with excitement. They kept increasing the power and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her seat. Soon she was bouncing up and down on the chair, her legs splayed out to the sides. They heard her cry out and saw her thrash her head back and forth as she came. 

The two men grew hard at the display and soon left the room to jack off. Louise returned to the room, smirking at the redhead. "Okay, Miss Tits-a-lot, time for lock up."

"Lock up? You're locking me up?"

"Sure, did you think this was a hotel or something? Your pimp or whatever will be here soon enough to bail you out."

"Can I have a top or something?"

Louise smiled. "I don't think so."

She led her back to the small cells. There were two cells on one side and two on the other, women on one side, men on the other. The few men there looked like drunks and most were passed out. The women looked like drunks or hookers and occupied one cell. Fiona was the only one topless. Louise shoved her into the empty cell next to the women. 

The women called out, "What do we have here?"

Louise answered, "She'll be spending some time in the cell next to you. Now remember, we're watching you. Oh, one more thing. She comes with a remote." She tossed the remote to the vibrator into the women's cell.

Fiona retreated to the far end of the cell with her back to the other cells. One of the women began calling, "Here Pussy, Pussy. Come here, Pussy."

Fiona ignored her, but then she felt her clit clip vibrating slowly and she gasped. The vibrations grew stronger, and she had to hold onto the bars of the cell as her legs began to buckle. All the time the woman called, "Here Pussy." She was on the verge of exploding when the vibrations stopped. She cried out and sagged against the bars, while the women in the next cell laughed.

"Hey, Pussy, you wanna come? I'll tell you what. You come over and sit on the edge of that cot, spread your legs nice and wide, and I'll give you what you want."

Fiona's lips were engorged and throbbing and she heard the familiar note of command in the woman's voice, so she obeyed. Seated on the edge of the cot, she spread her legs open.

The woman teased, "Oh look, she's not a furry Pussy. She's a hairless Pussy." The other women laughed, and the vibrator started up again. She kept bringing Fiona to the brink and then pulling back. 

"Tell me, Pussy, are you a little cum slut?"

Fiona nodded. 

The woman continued, "I thought so. You'll do anything for a good cum, won't you, Pussy?"

Again, Fiona nodded.

The woman said, "The next time I buzz your clit, I want you to gather your big tits in your hands, shove them up, and suck on them."

Fiona felt the next vibration, and eagerly grabbed her tits, pulling her nipple between her lips. Now the men in the cells across the way were wide awake as they watched the woman sucking on her own tits.

The woman continued, "That's real good. Now you can come over here and maybe I'll give you what you want."

Fiona stood up, and the woman sniggered. "You're not walking over here, Pussy."

So Fiona dropped to her hands and knees and again the woman stopped her. "Oh, you're not crawling over here either. You get down flat on your belly and your big tits and you wriggle over here."

By this time, Fiona was mad with desire and would have done anything the woman asked. She flattened herself on the floor, using her arms and legs to scoot herself across the floor of the cell. When she reached the other side, the woman told her to turn around.

"Fold your legs underneath your body, put your chest to the floor, your hands laced behind your neck, and squeeze your ass against the bars."

Fiona complied and was rewarded by a slap on the bulge of ass that squeezed through the bars. The woman positioned her so that one of the bars was almost embedded in her crack while her ass flowed over the sides. She smacked her ass cheeks back and forth and then began stimulating Fiona's clit again. The combination proved too much for Fiona as at last she gave way to her passion and writhed on the floor with her orgasm. The cells erupted in cheers and laughter as Fiona groveled on the floor. 

Fiona's tormentor called for the female cop, Louise. She entered the cell and grinned at Fiona's position. Of course, she and her fellow officers had watched it all on the closed-screen TV in the other room. 

She asked her, "I know you confiscated my bag of tricks when you booked me, but could you bring me the blue dildo with the little nubs on it? I have a bottle of lube too. Bring that along, although our little Pussy has plenty of juice flowing."

Louise answered, "Sure, as long as you give us a good show."

She returned and handed the woman a blue dildo. Once again the woman moved Fiona's ass, but this time she positioned her asshole between two of the bars. She started fucking Fiona's pussy with the dildo while working the remote. Fiona accepted it all and came again. Another woman stepped forward, slid the dildo out of her pussy, and reinserted it into her asshole. All the time they manipulated her clit.

The women in the cell took turns fucking Fiona in both holes with the dildo while working the vibrator. Fiona lost count of the number of times she came. Finally they grew tired of her and her easy compliance. Since nobody told her to move, she remained folded over on the floor with her ass pressed to the bars of the cell. They left the dildo in her asshole and commented on what a well-trained whore she was.




The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 07



Pam came in from her grocery shopping and glanced over at her slave busily dusting the furniture. "I have a treat for you tonight, Miss Tits-a-lot."

Fiona, naked except for a frilly maid's apron and a pair of high heels, looked expectantly at her Mistress.

Nodding, Pam said, "That's right, we're going to Miraleste tonight."

Fiona shivered in anticipation. Miraleste was the hottest BDSM club in L.A. Masters and Mistresses flaunted their slaves, and the subs tried to outdo each other in their obedience and subservience. Sometimes at the end of the evening, Doms traded their slaves with others. Fiona was very popular, and Pam had sent her home with temporary Masters and Mistresses a few times.

Pam grinned at the look of excitement in Miss Tits-a-lot's face. "We'll do a little shopping before we go to find something special for you to wear, and I have Ingrid coming in less than an hour for your waxing."

Once a month, Pam had Ingrid come to the house to give Fiona a complete body wax. Pam even managed to turn these sessions into scenes of humiliation for Fiona. Once Fiona finished her dusting, she went upstairs to shower in preparation for Ingrid.

When she came downstairs, Ingrid was already there, laying out her table and waxing implements. Ingrid was a big German with large hands and spatulate fingers, but she was very precise in her waxing. She smiled as Fiona entered the room, eyeing her huge tits and patting the table. "All ready for you, Lenchen."

Fiona spread out on the table and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the ordeal to follow. Ingrid slathered hot wax between Fiona's tits first, ripping off any unsightly hair. She then worked her way down to her belly and continued with her thighs and the rest of her legs. Fiona flipped over, and Ingrid worked on her back and the backs of her legs. She spread the wax along the mounds of Fiona's bottom, removing all the hair, leaving her cheeks smooth and silky. She ripped the hair off from her underarms and then prepared to work on her mound. Ingrid pressed down on Fiona, holding her skin taut for the maximum effect. 

Ingrid patted her tummy, "Now bend your knees and let your legs fall open."

Fiona spread herself out for her German tormentor, who began prodding her pussy lips and spreading the hot wax on them. She ripped the hair off her outer lips, and then shoved a finger in Fiona's hole so she could more easily see the remaining hair. Fiona was in an agony of both pain and need, as her lips puffed out. Ingrid then had her lift her knees and hook her arms beneath them, rolling back, so that she could get a clear view of her asshole. She patted wax around Fiona's puckered hold, pressed a strip of cloth in, and then peeled it off. Fiona lifted her ass off the table in response and Ingrid chuckled. 

Ingrid shined a bright light on Fiona's pussy and put on some enormous magnified glasses. She used a pair of tweezers to pluck out any remaining hairs on Fiona's cunt. Grabbing a small dildo from her bag, Ingrid spread lube along its shaft and eased it into Fiona's asshole, spreading her hole out wide. Then she continued plucking hairs out around her asshole.

Pam walked into the room and asked, "Is she being a good girl?"

Ingrid patted Fiona's ass. "As always. So obedient and cooperative. You've trained her well, Pam." She pinched Fiona's engorged clit and chuckled again. "I think she's done. She's as clean as a whistle." She turned to Pam, "May I have my tip now?"

Pam grinned. "Absolutely."

Ingrid took a strap-on out of her bag and shrugged out of her clothes. Her body was hard and muscular with an almost completely flat chest. She buckled the strap-on around her straight hips, the big dildo bobbing in front of her and the fake balls hanging below. Fiona was still on her back on the waxing table, and Ingrid mounted her between her spread thighs. She buried her face in Fiona's tits while she eased the dildo into her pussy. Taking her pierced nipples into her mouth, she began pumping Fiona with the strap-on and grasping the dildo still inserted in her ass, she fucked her asshole at the same time. 

The next order of business was shopping. Pam took her slave to a specialty shop on Sunset that carried a line of clothing designed to reveal and titillate. Rosalee, the owner of the shop greeted two of her favorite customers with smiles. "Something special today, Pam?"

Pam nodded. "I'm taking her to Miraleste tonight. Perhaps something in leather, but smooth and tight."

Rosalee clicked her tongue. "I think I have just what you're looking for." She produced a pair of soft leather pants and waving them in front of Pam, she said, "They're tight and form-fitting, but cut out in the back with nothing covering the bum."

Pam grabbed them and held them up. "I like them." She shoved Fiona toward the dressing room, but ordered her to leave the door open. Fiona slid out of her skirt, and with Rosalee's help squeezed into the leather pants. They hung low on her hips and fit rather tightly around her legs, except the back was cut out, revealing her ass.

Rosalee grabbed Fiona's wrist. "Now come out here and model them for your Mistress."

There were two other couples in the shop by this time who ogled openly as Fiona paraded across the room in her bottomless leather pants. She was still wearing her t-shirt, and Pam stared at it critically. "What do you suggest on the top, Rosie?"

Rosalee bit her lip. "That's always a problem with Miss Tits-a-lot, since she's so well endowed, but I think I have just the thing." She returned with a leather bikini top that tied around the back and around the neck with two small triangles in the front. "Let's try this. Take your top off."

In the middle of the store in front of the other customers, Fiona pulled her t-shirt over her head. It got stuck on her huge tits, and Rosie had to help her as she struggled free. She tied the strings around her back first and positioned the triangles in front. They managed to hold the big, bouncy tits up, which flowed over the sides creating a deep cleavage. Once the triangles were secured on the tits, Rosie tied the strings tightly around Fiona's neck. She stood back to survey the effect. 

"What do you think, Pam?"

Pam told Fiona to walk across the room. The tits bounced and collided, but the leather strips stayed in place. "I think that will work. We'll take the whole outfit."

Rosie packed the outfit away and Pam and her slave left the store to prepare for their night at Miraleste. Once Fiona was dressed, Pam added a wide leather collar with an O-ring on the front. The collar was stiff and forced Fiona to hold her chin up. When they were ready to go, Pam didn't bother to cover her. It was already dark outside, and they'd just be walking to the car.

Pam pulled her car up into the alley behind the club and left it for the valet. Once outside the car, Pam attached a leather leash to Fiona's collar and led her to the door. She gave her club ID and password to the doorman, who ushered them inside. The club was already crowded with couples, most who were in the lifestyle, but there were a few who were just there as guests, along for the spectacle.

Although Fiona wasn't dressed any more unusually than any other slave, she attracted a lot of attention for her beauty and her huge tits. She glanced around the room hoping to catch sight of Sir Justin. She'd seen him here a few times, and he knew Pam. Sometimes he brought a slave, but never the same one. Fiona gathered that he trained slaves periodically and then released them to others. He was dark and handsome and mysterious. Some said he was called Sir Justin because he was actually an English lord. 

Fiona stayed submissively behind her Mistress, head high but eyes downcast. Her exposed ass was burning and felt huge as Pam had seen fit to lay a waffle pattern spanking on her before they left. She felt as if it were glowing in the dark.

Pam led her up to a group, and when she heard the low smooth voice of Sir Justin, Fiona raised her eyes. His eyes, dark and intense, burned into hers. Fiona sensed he was interested in her, but she didn't want Pam to know she shared that interest. She hastily lowered her gaze but not before she signaled to him that she was aware of his presence. He wasn't with a slave tonight, but a woman dressed in normal evening wear. He kept his arm casually around her shoulders, and Fiona felt her own position at the end of Pam's leash intensely. 

He asked, "Are you trading your slave tonight, Pam?"

"I'm not sure, why are you in the market?"

Fiona held her breath, as a woman's high-pitched screech from across the room interrupted them. "Oh my god, it's Fiona Tinselot."

Fiona's eyes flew up and her gaze locked onto a tall, attractive brunette. Her heart sank as she tried to shrink behind Pam. It was no use. It was Kelly Vickers in the flesh. The woman stormed the group, breaking into their circle. A man followed in her wake, naked with his huge cock encased in leather and secured to his abdomen. His ball sack hung below, also cupped in leather, and his nipples were pierced. The woman led him by a leash attached to a thick leather collar around his neck.

"It's really her, Danny." She glanced at the man behind her. "It's really Fiona Tinselot." Her frank look took in Fiona's bulging tits, collar, and leash. She circled around her and crowed with delight. "Come around here, Danny. Look, her ass is bare, and it looks like someone was a bad girl."

Pam noticed her slave's burning cheeks and grinned. "You know my slave?"

The woman stood in front of Pam. "Oh yes, I'm sorry. I do know your slave. She was once my boss."

Danny's eyes widened. "This is your former boss, the one you used to complain about every night?"

The woman laughed. "That's right. We used to call her the 'Bitch Goddess.' Nothing we did was ever good enough for her. She'd make us do it over ten times until she was satisfied. I can't believe it, Fiona Tinselot is a slave." She turned to Pam. "Is she yours?"

Pam nodded. "I'm her Mistress, but her name isn't Fiona Tinselot anymore. It's Miss Tits-a-lot."

Kelly shrieked with laughter. "That's perfect. We always knew they were fakes, but this just proves it." She reached both hands forward, flexing her fingers. Glancing at Pam, she asked, "May I?"

Pam gave permission, and Fiona stood stiffly as Kelly reached out and squeezed her tits with both hands as if they were giant melons. "Oh yeah, those are fake titties all right. How did you come to be here?"

Fiona kept her eyes lowered, and Pam answered. "My slave isn't allowed to speak in my presence without my consent. Let's just say I found her, took her in hand, trained her, and now she's my little bitch. Isn't that right, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona murmured, "Yes, Mistress," hating her, hating Kelly, and hating herself for the way her pussy throbbed at this indignity.

Pam yanked her leash hard causing her tits to bounce forward. "You'll answer properly."

Fiona spoke up, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your little bitch."

Kelly grinned. "Wait until I tell everyone at the office how I discovered the Bitch Goddess. We were all wondering what happened to her."

Danny mumbled, "Ah, Kelly, if you did that, you'd have to explain what you were doing here."

Her smile turned to a frown. "Oh yeah, you're right." She started to speak to Fiona again, but turned to Pam. "Where is she working now?"

Wrapping the leash around her hand, Pam answered, "She works for me you might say. Her new career is to satisfy me...and my friends." 

Kelly's eyes gleamed. "Are you interested in sending her home with a new Mistress tonight?"

Pam glanced at her slave's tightly clenched jaw and her even tighter clenched ass cheeks and replied, "I hadn't planned on it, but perhaps I'll change my mind."

Fiona tried to catch her Mistress's eye, but it was no use. Pam realized how embarrassed her slave was at being discovered by a former co-worker, and she was going to make the most of it. Worst of all, in Fiona's mind, was the fact that Sir Justin was a witness to her humiliation.

Eventually they wandered away from Kelly and her boy toy, but every time Fiona looked up she found Kelly's greedy eyes on her. Her wicked grin told Fiona everything she wanted to know.

Toward the end of the evening, Kelly approached them again. "Have you decided yet, Pam? I'll even pay you for the privilege."

Pam smirked at her slave, her head now bowed in obedience, and ceremoniously handed her leash to Kelly. "I'll pick her up on Sunday morning."

Kelly gripped Fiona's leash with one hand while she peeled off a number of bills with the other. She stuffed the money into Pam's outstretched hand and led her two slaves out the door by their leashes. 

When they arrived at Kelly's house, she stood in front of Fiona looking her up and down. She nodded as if coming to a decision. "Dano, help me remove her clothes, such as they are. She won't need them here. Help me remove this big, heavy collar too. I have something more appropriate."

Dano helped Kelly strip Fiona completely naked. After she removed her shoes, she stood in front of her new Mistress. Kelly reached out and bounced Fiona's heavy tits in the palms of her hands. "We're going to have lots of fun, Fiona, and I expect you to obey me just as you would Mistress Pam. Let's get her ready, Dano."

Danny came forward with a jeweled dog collar, which Kelly buckled around Fiona's neck. "You first, Dano. Let's show her how it's done."

With these words, Dano bent over the kitchen table, reached back, and spread out his hairy ass cheeks. Kelly strapped on a dildo over her jeans and positioned herself between his open buttocks. "Fiona, sit down between his legs and suck his cock. It's a mouthful, but I'm sure you can handle it."

Fiona crouched down below Dano and took his huge prick into her mouth as he let out a low groan. Kelly lubed up the dildo and eased it into his asshole, and he thrust forward into Fiona's mouth. Kelly plowed him faster and harder, burying the strap-on deep into his ass. He ground against her and lunged into Fiona's mouth. The three of them were connected together like this until Dano gasped and shot his load down Fiona's throat.

Kelly chuckled as she withdrew. "That was a special treat, wasn't it Dano?"

He whimpered, "Yes, Mistress."

"You can get up now, Fiona, and help me with the next part. Hold out your hands." Kelly squeezed a liberal amount of lube into her palm, and then held out a large dildo with a black tail attached to it. "Lube that up for me." After Fiona oiled it up, Kelly ordered her to work her fingers into Dano's asshole. Fiona worked two fingers into Dano's anus while he held himself open. He gripped her fingers and humped against them.

Kelly laughed. "You can see my little pet is excited to have a new companion." After Fiona removed her fingers from Dano's ass, Kelly replaced them with the tailed dildo, shoving it in until just the glossy black tail poked out of his crack.

Dano got off the table and dropped to all fours, slavishly licking his Mistress's fingertips. She scratched under his chin and said, "Good boy, Dano. Let's get our new pet ready."

She commanded Fiona to bend over the table as Dano had done and reach back and spread her cheeks wide. As she surveyed her puckered hole, Kelly clicked her tongue. "We won't have any problems here, Dano. I see she's been well used." She replaced her strap-on with a bigger one and took her position between Fiona's legs.

Fiona clenched. So she was gong to have to submit to an ass-fucking by Kelly who she used to boss around and torment. Well, she wouldn't give her any satisfaction. She planned to remain motionless no matter how hard this bitch fucked her, but her heart dropped at Kelly's next words. "Return the favor for you new companion, Dano"

He placed himself on the floor between Fiona's open thighs, and as Kelly began nudging the dildo into Fiona's asshole, Dano began nudging her pussy lips open with his tongue. Fiona drew in her breath and steeled herself against the shivers of pleasure emanating from her cunt. Kelly continued to ease the dildo into her rectum, as Dano noisily slurped her clit between his lips. The dual sensations made Fiona's pussy throb and her nipples tingle. Her resolve melted as almost against her will, she undulated her ass back to meet and engulf Kelly's invading dildo, and then pumped forward as Dano sucked on her engorged clit. 

Fiona ground her ass cheeks against the rough material of Kelly's jeans, and Kelly thrilled as she felt her power over her big-titted former boss. She drove hard into her ass and leaned forward to say hoarsely, "In my wildest dreams, I never imagined to have you like this, completely under my control. Tell me what you want, little whore, because you are my whore. I bought and paid for you."

Fiona compressed her lips. Her body might betray her, but she'd never give this bitch the satisfaction she craved. Kelly grabbed her tits and yelled, "Tell me what you want."

Fiona continued rocking against her but kept her mouth shut. Then Kelly stopped pumping and hissed, "Dano." Dano withdrew his warm mouth, and Fiona cried out in anguish and need as her pussy lunged forward into the cool air. Then she humped her ass to feel the movement of the dildo, but Kelly pinned her down to the table and repeated, "Tell me what you want, whore."

Defeated by her own desires, Fiona mumbled, "Fuck me. Fuck me." Kelly expelled her breath but still she didn't move. "Ask nicely." 

Fiona swallowed hard and begged, "Please fuck me, Mistress." 

Kelly still wasn't satisfied as she growled, "Where do you want me to fuck you?" 

Fiona sobbed out, "Please fuck me in the ass, Mistress Kelly."

Kelly ordered Dano to continue devouring her pussy, as she began to pump the dildo into her bitch's ass. As she pulled back she landed the palm of her hand on her ass cheek, and Fiona squealed in response, "Fuck me." Then she smacked the other ass cheek, and the horny bitch gasped out again, "Fuck me." And so it went. Her former boss writhed beneath her, as she alternated spanks on her ass, and after each one, the heavy-titted whore begged to be fucked. Then the bitch cried out as she came, sucking the strap-on up her ass and grinding her pussy into Dano's face.

Kelly gloated, "That's the way, little bitch. Keep it cumming." The two of them rode her until she slumped forward and they pulled away, leaving her bent over the table, her reddened ass still twitching and convulsing.

"I think she's ready, Dano." She selected a big dildo with a silky blond tail and waved it in her whore's face. "Had I known my little pet was going to be a redhead, I would've had something more appropriate, but this will have to do. We don't need manufactured lube, Dano, she has plenty of her own."

She handed the dildo to Dano who shoved it into Fiona's cunt, making it slick with her juices. Kelly took it from him and shoved it into Fiona's ass up to the hilt until just the silky tail protruded from her ass cheeks. Then she ordered her down on her hands and knees.

"Dano, our new pet needs a name. Miss Tits-a-lot is much too grand for our little bitch, and while I enjoy calling her 'Fiona' just to remind her who she is, she needs something more appropriate."

He glanced at Fiona now on all fours with a tail growing out of her ass and suggested, "How about Missy?"

Kelly studied her new pet, as always her eyes falling on the enormous tits now hanging loosely toward the floor. She nudged them with the toe of her shoe, watching them swing and then snapped her fingers. "I've got it. She'll be Titsy."

Fiona blushed bright red while Dano signaled his approval by wagging his tail. Kelly snickered. "To tell you the truth, Titsy, when we weren't calling you the Bitch Goddess, we were calling you Titsy, so you see how it all works out?"