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The Slut

By: Littlemissblair



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Well, this was a first for me. My neighbor, Beverly Johnson, had talked me into a 7 day vacation in Las Vegas without our spouses. I was reluctant to even bring it up to my husband Bill since we had never went on a vacation apart in our 10 year marriage. In fact I didn't think he would be very receptive to the idea. I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't object and more amazed when he suggested it may spice up our marriage. Not that anything was really wrong in our relationship. But, in 10 years, we had never been apart.

Beverly and Bob, our best friends, were in a similar situation of sorts. They were together even more than Bill and I. They owned a small business and worked together every day. She jokingly suggested to her husband that if she didn't get away from him for a week she was going to kill him. 

So it was all set. We were going to drive to Vegas, leaving on a Friday afternoon and not returning until the following weekend. Seven days to play is the way Beverly put it.

Beverly even went shopping one whole day just to buy a wardrobe of clothes to wear in Vegas. She tried to talk me into doing the same but I thought it was a waste of money. I had plenty of clothes and, unlike Beverly, I dressed pretty conservative. I didn't think I would look any more glamorous in new clothes as she had suggested. 

Anyway, the drive to Vegas was pleasant. We talked about everything under the sun and it was relaxing just to be with her. 

I had never been to Vegas and the lights amazed me. I never saw such lights in my life. I felt the excitement as we drove down the famous strip to the hotel where we had reservations. 

When we arrived at our room I thought a mistake had been made. It was a beautiful suite. Beverly assured me this was what she had reserved. She said we don't do this often so we might as well go first class. 

We didn't even unpack our bags. It was 10 pm but, unlike our home town, no one sleeps in Vegas. Or at least not all at the same time. We immediately went downstairs to the Casino and started playing the slot machines. It was something new for me but I quickly got the hang of it. 

The waitress continued bringing us free drinks and by 4am we were close to drunk. We were also dead tired. By 4:30 in the morning we were sound asleep.

"Get up sleepy head," I heard someone say. "It's time to get out of this room and party." 

"Good god Beverly. What time is it?" I murmured. 

"It's 10am, she answered. "Time to get up and out of here." 

As I rolled out of bed my head was splitting. I wasn't much of a drinker but the drinks the night before seemed to go down like water. Now I had huge hangover. 

"I'm sick," I said to Bev. "I can't go anywhere." 

"Your not sick," she said. "I've got just what you need to get you going." 

She handed me a large glass that appeared to be tomato juice. My mouth was extremely dry and my body felt dehydrated. Something cold and wet was appealing. I took several big gulps before I realized it was laced with booze. 

"That's a Bloody Mary," Bev exclaimed. "The Hair of the Dog as Bob calls it. It should give your body some equilibrium." She laughed at her statement because she knew she didn't know what the hell she was talking about. 

Surprisingly it did make me feel better. Bev had ordered a whole pitcher of the drink and I had another as I showered, dressed, preparing for a day on the town. 

Was I ever surprised when I walked out of the bathroom. There stood Bev, fully dressed, or sort of dressed, because the skimpy outfit she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. 

"Jesus," I blurted out. "Are you going out in public dressed like that?" 

"Like what?" she asked mockingly. "Your the one that's going to be different from everyone else. With a body like yours it's a sin for you to cover it up the way your dressed. You look like the preacher's wife for christ sakes. I told you you should have bought some new clothes for this trip." 

I felt a little hurt by her remarks but shrugged it off. I just knew she would feel out of place in the clothes she was wearing. She looked positively slutty. I had to concede one thing. She had the body to wear those kind of clothes. 

Since we, or Bev mostly, had made such a point about clothes I was especially conscious of what everyone in the casino was wearing . I was beginning to think she was right. Not everyone was dressed like her but everyone that had any kind of body was dressed pretty skimpy. And, amazingly, they all appeared to be comfortable with it. Now she had me thinking I was an overdressed fuddy duddy. 

We caught a cab for downtown to a restaurant someone had suggested to us. And, to my amazement, we were drinking more Bloody Mary's with our brunch. For feeling so lousy an hour ago I now felt great.

Well, I guess wonders will never cease. After an afternoon of Bloody Marys, a shopping trip for clothes for me that Bev talked me into, here I stand in the most revealing clothes I ever wore in my life. My husband would be utterly amazed if he saw me now, I thought to myself. 

Surprisingly, I felt comfortable in them, but I didn't think I would feel comfortable with people looking at me . I took comfort in the fact that no one I knew would see me. 

Bev came out of the bathroom. "Now that's a real outfit your wearing," she said. "You look like the sexy bitch I knew was hiding under those clothes of yours. Your going to turn some heads tonight. Now don't it feel good to let go and feel a little slutty?" 

I wanted to tell her she was right, it did feel good, but I said nothing. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of admitting I might have been, oh hell, no might about it, I was wrong. 

We had tickets to a Wayne Newton show starting in half an hour. I didn't like Wayne Newton but it's sort of like the thing to do when you go to Vegas. 

Surprisingly, the show was good and we both enjoyed it. Afterwards we went to the bar for a drink. Several drunks, no not several, a lot of drunks put the hit on us and I was never so glad to be with Bev. She was extremely adept at putting them off and I felt myself feeling safe with her. I thought that was weird, feeling safe with another woman, the way I felt with my husband. 

I heard Bev asking the bartender about places for us to go to have a good time. A band was playing so I couldn't hear most of the conversation. It didn't matter. Our now, unnatural relationship, would dictate her handling our agenda and I would follow along. I was aware of this phenomenon and I could even pinpoint where it started. When she picked out and approved every piece of clothing I bought today, right down to the panties I was wearing. And for the first time, tonight, I ever appeared in public without a bra, a point she was so adamant about. 

I shrugged all of this off because I felt comfortable and I liked feeling safe and comfortable. 

"Lets go," she ordered. "Bartender gave me a couple of tips. Were going to really make a night of it. Are you up for it?" "Sure," I said. "Lead on."

"Where are we going Bev?" I asked as the cab sped down the strip away from the bright lights. 

"Somewhere I've always wanted to go but never had the opportunity," she said whimsically. "You'll see when we get there." 

The cab turned off the main thoroughfare into a dimly lit driveway. We stopped in front of a night club, classy enough to have a doorman. As the man helped me out of the cab he did not hide his lustful look at my swaying, unencumbered breast and my exposed thighs. For a brief moment I, uncharacteristically, appreciated his leer. 

As he held the club door for me I walked into a long empty hallway, the walls covered with pictures of partially clad, beautiful girls. I waited for Bev who was paying the cabbie. 

"'Bev," I blurted out when she walked through the door. "Look at these pictures on the wall. What kind of place is this?" 

"It's a classy strip club," she said coyly. "Something I've always wanted to see. Haven't you ever been curious about what attracts men to places like this?" 

"No I haven't," I spoke bluntly. 'And I don't feel curious now. Will we be alright in here?" 

"Don' you worry about it," she said assuredly. "We'll be just fine. And pay attention. Maybe you'll learn something you can take home to your husband." 

I laughed nervously as we entered the main floor of the club. It was dark inside. As my eyes adjusted, mostly to the smoke, I could see there were 5 separate stages, a spot light on each stage. There were plenty of tables, only about half taken. 

A Maitre'd approached us. "Would you lovely ladies like a table," he blubbered. A table for 4 perhaps." 

"There's only two of us," Bev told him. "And we don't want a table. We want two seats at the far stage." 

"Yes ma'am," he said as he turned to lead us to our seats. "There's a two drink minimum," he advised us as we sat down. "A waitress will be with you shortly." 

I thanked him as I looked around the room. We were the only women customers in the place!!! 

I was extremely self conscious and I could feel every eye in the place looking at us. If we had sat at a table back in the dark it wouldn't have been so bad, I thought. Why did Bev want to set right at the stage where everyone could see us?

Only three of the five stages had strippers dancing. No one was dancing at the stage where we were sitting. The music stopped for a moment and all the dancers disappeared. But only for a moment. Suddenly another song began. Up on our stage a beautiful blonde appeared, fully clothed in a long white dress. 

As she swayed to the music her attention was on Bev and I. Even when she wasn't looking directly at us I knew she was dancing for us. She looked directly at Bev and licked her lips seductively. I heard a low moan coming from Bev, causing me to turn and look at her, I saw the same lust in her eyes the doorman had displayed when he eyed my large breast. 

This was a side of Bev I didn't know about. It scared me. I've known her for several years and never a hint. I sat quietly and watched her as she and the stripper played a little game between them. 

The stripper now turned her attention to me!! Wearing only a g-string, she lowered herself about one foot in front of me and spread her legs. For a moment I was mesmerized by her crotch. I couldn't move my eyes. When I finally looked up, there hung two beautiful tits with long, hard nipples. Now she was licking her lips for my benefit. I looked away, turning my head towards Bev. She was licking her lips also!!!! 

I wanted to leave. I felt hot, not hot like heat hot, but hot like panties getting wet hot. I didn't want to feel this. I'm Miss comfortable, Miss don't change anything because I like the way things are in my life. I didn't want this new feeling, especially something as depraved as sexual stimulation between women. I'm 33 and happily married and nothing is going to change that. 

Bev now has her hand under her skirt touching herself shamelessly. The stripper, now laying on the floor, her legs spread openly to Bev, was hunching her pussy teasingly, as if begging for Bev to bury her face between the strippers thighs. 

"Bev. Bev, what are you doing," I whisper loudly to her. "Lets get out of here. C'mon, lets go." 

"Shut up bitch," she hissed at me. "Shut the fuck up." 

I couldn't believe my ears. I jumped up and ran out of the club. When I got outside I told the doorman to get me a cab. 

"Where's your girlfriend?" he asked as his eyes roamed up and down my body. 

"Just get me a cab," I snapped at him. 

Suddenly a cab appeared. I jumped in the back seat giving the driver the name of my hotel. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as the hurt of Bev's words echoed in my ears. She was so full of lust for that girl she turned on me. I was stunned. I was hurt. 

All kind of thoughts crossed my mind as rode the elevator up to our floor. Should I pack and try to fly out tonight? Should I just wait until morning? At the moment I wasn't even considering the option of staying. As I arrived at the suite I felt so tired I knew that i would have to wait until morning to get out of here. 

I was awakened by noises and voices coming from the bathroom. I assumed it was Beverly but, not being sure, I moved cautiously across the room. The door was slightly ajar and from my angle I could see the huge mirror on the wall. I was appalled. There, sitting on the commode seat, was Beverly. Kneeling in front of her was the stripper from the club. I couldn't believe it. The stripper was licking her, her long tongue buried in Bev's womanhood. 

"Lick me bitch," I heard Bev bark out. "Eat my pussy you goddamn slut. That's it cunt, eat Bev's pussy."

I could see Bev shudder. I knew she was having an orgasm. Now another, and another. 

I felt the heat between my legs. This was wrong and I wasn't going to allow myself to be drawn into it, I told myself. But I didn't move. I watched as Bev bucked her hips up to meet the invading tongue. She was grabbing the stripper by the hair and pulling her face and mouth hard against her. I knew I had to stop watching, stop the leaking of my pussy, and most of all stop these terrible thoughts going through my mind. 

I returned to my bed, pulled the covers up over me, and pretended to be asleep. My panties, the panties Bev had picked out for me, were soaked. I was horrified at myself. Horrified at the thought that I wanted to touch myself, to finger myself. 

Several minutes went by. I heard both of them come into the room. 

"I have to go baby," I heard the stripper say. "It's been fun. If you want to make a real night of it before you return home just give me a call. My number is on the card I gave you. 

I peeked out from under the covers and saw them kissing. One of those slow, tongue in your throat kisses. Finally Bev walked her to the door and she was gone. 

Bev returned to the room and crawled into her bed. 

"Hey Julie, Julie. Wake up. Hey, I'm talking to you!" 

"What do you want Bev?" I mumbled. "Why are you waking me?" 

"Listen. I know you told the front desk you wanted a cab to be waiting for you at 8am. They also told me you were checking out. I know you're mad and I know why you're mad. But I'm not going to apologize. I was doing something I've wanted to do for a long time and you were total ass about it. You're certainly welcome to stay. You're still my friend. I hope you remember that when you try to explain to our husband's why you came home early. But what I really hope is that you change your mind and stay. It's up to you. Good night." 

I was stunned. She wasn't going to apologize!! She thinks all of this is my fault? Was she right, I wondered to myself. Was I being to judgmental? After all, even I sorta succumb to the Vegas mystic. I have the wet panties as proof of that. 

I finally drifted off to sleep not knowing what I was going to do in the morning. 

"Wake up girl. Lets go get some breakfast." Bev was shaking me, interrupting a weird dream I was having. 

I looked at my watch. It was 11 am. Well, so much for flying home. I guess she thinks I changed my mind. I can't believe I overslept. 

Well, she's acting normal, like nothing happened between us. She was right about one thing. I would have had a hard time explaining why I came home early and left her here. Maybe it's for the best that I stay here. 

We passed each other in the room, her coming from the shower, me on my way to take one. 

When I returned to the room she had my clothes laid out for me. The day before when I purchased my new clothes they were five distinctive outfits. She had mixed and matched, seemingly picking whatever was the most revealing. I never questioned her choice. 

Once dressed, I never felt so slutty. I don't know why but I felt an adrenalin rush, an anticipation of excitement I knew I would have going out in public like this. Especially during the daylight hours. 

"Now that's how I want you to look," she said appraising me. "I want you to look like a sexy bitch. You like it too, don't ya?" 

"I don't know what I feel Bev. I feel strange at the moment. Lets just leave it at that." 

"Fair enough," she said. "Lets go eat."

It was 3:30 in the afternoon and we were sitting at our third bar of the day. I knew Bev was checking out every woman who passed by us. 

"You know what would be perfect?" she mused. She didn't wait for an answer. "If we could find some woman for the afternoon, have a good time, take a nap, and then go out later tonight and do it all over again." 

Why did she say "we" I wondered. Did she think that because I stayed in Vegas I not only approved of her new found lust but I was willing to participate in it? I didn't say anything. No use starting something again. I can always excuse myself and leave her to her new whims. Besides, I want her to have a good time. And having sex with another woman isn't like she's cheating on her husband, I rationalized. 

My train of thought was broken by Bev punching me in the leg under the table. "Look over there Julie. Those 2 women are looking at us. What do you think?" 

Without being too obvious I slowly turned and looked at them. Both of them were beautiful. One looked our age or a little older. The other couldn't be more than 18. 

"They look very nice,' I said staidly. 'But what are you going to do with two of them." 

"I'll think of something," she replied coyly. "Wait here. I'm going over and talk to them." 

I watched as Bev slipped off of the bar stool and walked across the room. i wondered why I never noticed how firm and round her butt was before. She sure is sensual, I thought to myself. I felt that familiar heat rush over me again. It's this town, I told myself. Brings the sinful side out in you 

As I sipped my drink Beverly continued her conversation with the two women. She finally returned to our table. 

"Lets go," she said. "Were all going back to our suite." 

"What do you mean all of us?' I asked. "I'm not part of this Bev. I understand what you want to do but I don't want part of it. I'll wait here. When your through call the bar here and I'll come back to the room." 

"No Julie, you don't understand. They think they're going with both of us. They might not go if you don't come along. . C'mon. You don't have to do anything. Just come back to the room and keep the younger one company. You can do that can't you?" 

"Okay, okay. Don't say I never did anything for you. I should make you apologize for the way you talked to me the other night, I said jokingly." 

"Never," she said mockingly. "You are a slut bitch while were in Vegas. She squeezed my hand fondly as I slid from the stool. Her hand touching mind was as close to a apology I was going to get and my mind accepted it. 

"Julie, this is Michelle and her daughter Sarah. Girls, this is my friend Julie." 

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Mother and daughter? Wow, I thought. Only in Vegas. 

We caught a cab back to our hotel and went directly to the room. Bev had me break out a bottle of wine and pour all of us a glass. Bev and Michelle were already kissing and feeling each other up. The daughter Sarah kept looking at me but when I didn't make any move towards her she sat silently sipping her wine. 

It wasn't long until Bev had Michelle stripped down to panties, thigh high stockings and high heels. I couldn't push the ache from my body or the thoughts from my head. She had the nicest set of tits, full and round. I watched in fascination as Bev sucked on one while pinching and pulling the nipple of the other. 

They lay down on the bed, Bev finally shedding her blouse and skirt. They were kissing passionately, all the while fingers roaming over each others bodies until they found their final destination. Now Bev, the aggressor, was fingering Michelle's pussy in ernest. Michelle, moaning and writhing under Bev's caresses appeared to be heading for a quick orgasm. I heard her grunt, her body tremble, and watched as her panties filled with cum. 


The Slut



"Jesus" I breathed. My body was suddenly on fire. I was fighting with all of my being. My pussy was soaking wet . I looked at Sarah. My eyes widened. She was slumped in her chair, her legs wide open, fingers under her white cotton panties busily masturbating herself. She looked so much younger than her 18 years, especially wearing white knee socks and penny loafers. 

Sarah's eyes left the two moaning women on the bed and looked directly at me. She swiveled in her chair, her legs spread wide just for me. I could see her fingers under her white panties sliding in and out of her pussy. I heard her say something to me. 

"What?" I murmured. 

"Are you a mommy?" she asked. 

"No." 

"Well you can be my mommy," she whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Come her mommy and lick Sarah's pussy. Come on mommy. Make Sarah feel good." 

All reason left me. I slid out of my chair to the floor and crawled towards her on my knees. Without thought, just pure lust, I buried my face in those wet, cotton panties. I felt her fingers entwine in my hair as she pulled me tightly to her. With her other hand she slowly pulled her panties aside and, instinctively, my tongue slipped inside her succulent cunt. 

For some reason I felt natural, being on my knees in front of this teenage slut, submissively servicing her to the ultimate pleasure, a female orgasm. I wanted her to cum in my mouth and told her so. "Cum in my mouth, little girl. Cum for me." 

It didn't take long. As my mouth filled with her pussy juice I suddenly felt, for the first time in many months, an orgasm well up and burst deep inside me. I wasn't even aware my fingers were buried in my own pussy. 

"Keep licking me mommy," she moaned again. "Cummmiinnnnnggggg." 

She was a fountain of juice, now filling my mouth and coating my palate and throat. I could only gurgle as the second orgasm rattled my body. 

As soon as our orgasms subsided, I lay on the carpeted floor in front of her, totally exhausted. The last thing I remember, her slipping her foot from her penny loafer and placing her sock clad foot over my mouth. Oh god, I also remember how sweet the smell of her sweaty foot.

I awoke to the television blaring in our suite. For a minute I couldn't remember why I was sleeping on the floor. Then it came flooding back to me. 

"Oh god," I groaned to myself. The guilt and shame was almost unbearable. I knew the tears were welling up in my eyes but I choked backed the cry I needed. I couldn't let Beverly see me crying. She would just yell at me. 

I lifted myself from the floor and sat down in the chair. I heard Bev singing in the shower. i was glad for a few minutes alone. 

My blouse was covered with cum juice. I stood up and looked in the mirror. God was I mess. The taste in my mouth had now turned bitter. My tongue was white, still covered by Sarah's thick discharge. 

How did this happen to me, I wondered. I've been a straight laced girl my whole life! For Christ sake, my dad was a minister!! Here I am in Vegas licking a young girl's privates. 

But I know how it happened. It presented itself I and succumb to it. I was weak. In one weak moment I turned into the slut that Bev wanted me to be. 

I'm so hungry, tired and sore. Two and half days in Vegas and I'm almost a wreak. I'm just not used to this pace. And I'm sure not used to the drinking I've done. 

Bev came out of the bathroom looking fully refreshed. "Hey sleepy head. It's about time you got up. Look at you. Your a mess. And I know how you got that way," she said slyly. "You were turned on girl. I thought you were going to shake apart when you had that last orgasm. Your a real slut," she said proudly. 

Where are you getting ready to go?" I asked meekly. "Your not going out again are you? I'm so tired I don't even know what day it is. I've lost track of time." 

"It's Sunday night," she said. "Bars and casinos will probably be slow tonight but I thought we could go out for a little while. We can come home early and sleep till noon tomorrow. How does that sound?" 

"I have to have something to eat Bev. And I'd like something cold to drink that doesn't have booze in it. Like a big coke or pepsi." 

"You want a steak?" she asked. "How about I order 2 steaks and drinks from room service. You can take a shower while were waiting." 

"Okay. Medium well. Don't forget a large soft drink with lots of ice." 

The shower felt good. I was beginning to feel alive again. My body wasn't what I was worried about. It was the conflict in my mind. Guilt and pleasure. Like now. The water shooting on my tits. I could feel my nipples growing from the spurting water beating on my chest. 

I heard room service as I dried myself off. A good steak and I'll feel better. I was starving. 

It was 11pm when we finished our meal. Bev was ready to go. I really wanted to stay in but I knew I couldn't go to bed after eating a big meal like that. I began getting dressed. 

"I almost forgot" Bev said. "Sarah left something for you." 

There on my bed was Sarah's little cotton panties. I could see they were still damp from her juices. 

"Put them on, Bev softly ordered. "You'll feel sexy in her cum soaked panties." 

"I can't wear them," I said meekly. "They're too small. Besides, they're soiled." 

"You can get them on,' Bev said as she picked them up and handed them to me. "Go ahead." 

I pulled them on but they were extremely small and tight. I could feel the back slide right up in the crack of my butt. The front of them barely covered my mound. Just knowing her juices were mingling with mine sent a shiver through my body. I was slipping over the edge again. 

As we went down the elevator we decided to stay in the bar and casino here in the hotel. I didn't think we could get in any trouble here. The crowd was pretty thin in the casino. I guess because it was Sunday. I played the slots while Bev played blackjack. 

And then it happened. As I was in the ladies room checking my lipstick a beautiful but inebriated woman of about 38 came in. I said hello nicely and continued checking my makeup. 

As she came out of the stall she asked me if I were for hire. I didn't know what she was talking about and told her so. 

"How much do you charge?" she asked again. 

"Charge for what?" I asked bewildered. 

"To eat my pussy bitch!" she hissed at me. How much do you charge to eat a woman's pussy." 

It suddenly dawned on me. She thought I was a hooker. 

"I don't charge anything," I said nervously. "I'm not a hooker."

"Well if you don't charge you must do it for free," she said. She grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me into one of the stalls. 

"Let go of me," I screamed at her. She was strong and had me in the stall, door closed, before I knew it. She put her hands on my shoulders and started forcing me to my knees. 

"Please, let me go," I pleaded with her. I'm not what you think." It's like she didn't hear a word I was saying. She had her skirt up and pulled my face into her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties!! 

She pulled my head so hard into her crotch my nose slid into her crack. My nostrils were filled with the familiar smell of pussy. 

"Lick me bitch," I heard her order me. C'mon, lick my cunt you goddamn slut. 

"Oh god, yesss," I heard myself moan. My tongue slipped into her wet pussy, slurping the gooey juice already gathering between her lips. 

She began fucking my face, thrusting her hot cunt into my mouth and tongue. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and held on while she rode me to an orgasm. I sucked as much of her cum juice as I could, feeling that familiar, warm, gravy flow down my throat. 

Suddenly she pushed me away, straightened out her clothes and left. I stood in the stall for another five minutes and fingered myself to three or four orgasms. I filled Sarah's little panties for the second time that day. 

As soon as I left the ladies room I went looking for Bev. I was going to tell her what happened but changed my mind. I was mad because I felt raped, no I was mad because I liked being raped. I was all mixed up. By this time my emotions were a shamble. I just wanted to be with Bev and feel safe. 

I found her at the blackjack table and, surprisingly, she was winning. She told me she was ahead by $3000.00. 

I began urging her to quit while she was ahead. "That's a lot of money Bev," I said as I urged her to cash in her chips. That will pay for your whole trip." 

"It will pay for both our trips, my little slut,' she whispered to me. And at that moment I felt like her slut. And I wanted to be her slut. 

"Come on Bev," I whispered in her ear. "Lets go to the room. I want to lick your pussy. I want you to cum in my mouth so bad." 

"Your going to lick me, Julie, but not only my cunt. I've been setting on this stool for 2 hours. I've got a sweaty asshole for you to service. How's that sound baby?" 

I shuddered in anticipation.

As soon as we walked in the room I was on my knees behind Bev. I pulled her skirt up just high enough to expose her luscious ass. Her panties were buried between her firm, round cheeks. I pulled them aside, and with one sweep of my tongue, licked her from the edge of her pussy to the small of her back. I parted her ass cheeks and, thank god she was right, beads of sweat appeared in the intoxicating cavern of her long sweet crack. 

In an instant all traces of sweat were gone, now intermingled with my saliva and creating another, new, stimulating taste in my mouth.. 

The tip of my tongue found her tiny hole, at first involuntarily tightening to my invading tongue. After several piercing pokes, her anus relaxed and my tongue slid in. It felt so degrading, so submissive, my tongue stuck up my best friend's ass, I came without touching myself. It was more pure pleasure, almost more than I could stand. 

Bev was fully aroused. She pulled away from me, sitting down in a chair and spreading her legs. 

"Come here slut. Lick my pussy. Lick it slow and deep. Let me savor this moment. Mrs perfect, on her knees, eating my soaking cunt. It's all so surreal. Don't you think so Julie?" she said nastily. "Sarah was right about you. You were born to suck pussy you rotten little slut bitch." 

Her words tore through me like an eight inch dick. I was now cumming continuously, not being able to distinguish when one orgasm started and the previous one ended. Sarah's cotton panties were now so soaked I was dripping on the floor. Thinking that Bev may make me lick up my own cum juice brought another wave of pleasure and more juice running down my thigh. 

I slowly sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue massaging it tenderly. Her breathing came in gasp as her hips fucked my mouth rhythmically. Her orgasms filled my hungry mouth, a taste I now relished. 

As her orgasms subsided I continued lapping, patiently awaiting the next feeding. 

"You remember Laura don't you slut Julie. The young girl that works for me and my husband. I'll bet she'd love to have you tongue fuck her. I don't know if she could be seduced or not. Just think, you could come down to our office, sit under her desk and suck on her all day. And she dresses like Sarah was dressed yesterday. You know, the white sox and penny loafers. You could suck on her sweaty feet. You didn't think I noticed your penchant for that did you? God, there's just all kind of possibilities when we get home. Don't you thing so?" 

By now I had cum so many times my body was shutting down. As tired as I was I continued licking Bev's pussy. 

Suddenly, without warning, Bev grabs me by the hair and roughly holds my mouth and tongue to her cunt. 

"Uuugggggghhhhhhhhhh," I heard her grunt as an intense orgasm swept through her, depositing huge gobs of thick juice into my slutty mouth. 

"That's enough for now slut. Go to bed. Tomorrow were going to turn all this sex up a notch. Your going to love it you lovely, slutty cunt. Your going to love it.

Beverly was gone when I awoke. I couldn't understand where she would go without me, I was sort of hurt that she didn't wake me like she usually did. 

On the other hand, I was glad for the time to reflect on our trip, our changed relationship, and my total shame at what I had become. When Bev had mentioned the night before about all the sexual possibilities we would have when we returned home it turned me on. Now I know that cannot be, especially for me. I love my husband and could never allow myself to fall into such a degrading life style that has pervaded this vacation. 

I just can't understand why I've fell under this spell with Beverly. As much as I fight it, it seems to over power me. I still think the town has something to do with it. 

I showered and prepared myself to go downstairs for breakfast. As much as I wanted not to dress in one of those slutty outfits, I succumbed, at least for today, to try it one more time. And as I looked at those now, twice soiled and soaked panties that Sarah had given to me, I slipped them once again up my thighs in their smelly, cum soaked state. 

After several hours downstairs, breakfast and playing the slots, I saw Bev walking with a young woman towards the elevator. 

I followed behind in the next elevator, knowing I was probably going to be interfering in some sort of sexcapade she had planned. 

As I entered the room, Bev turned and spoke..."Julie, where have you been? I've got a surprise for you." 

She turned to her new friend. "Laura, this is my slut Julie. Best pussy licker in the hotel. Why, last night she licked my asshole so clean I didn't even have to wash it this morning. Do you need your ass cleaned Laura? I'd be glad to have her do it for you if you want." 

"What are you talking about Bev," I murmured softly. "You talk about me like I'm your slave. I thought we were friends." I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. I tried to turn away so they couldn't see me cry. 

Bev stepped towards me, grabbing me by my hair, and pulling my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted between my lips, the taste of booze dripping into my mouth. 

Suddenly, from behind me, I felt hands sliding around my body, cupping my breast. Laura was pinching my nipples!! I felt the pain and, for reasons I didn't understand, I felt the bolt of sexual excitement shoot through me. 

Now both of them had their hands all over me. I was blubbering something to them about stopping but my body was telling them to use me anyway they wanted. 

Bev released me and told me to take off my skirt and lay on the bed. They both went into the bathroom leaving me on the bed alone. When they came back to the room I couldn't believe it!! Both were wearing huge fake cocks strapped around their waist. 

"Nooooooo," I moaned tearfully. "Please Bev, don't do this to me. Enough is enough. I can't do this. 

"Shut up bitch, Bev hissed at me. She was on top of me before I knew it. My pussy was wet from their fondling, the dildo head slipped into me easily. As she drove deeper into me the lustful, itching feeling I usually had with my husband came over me. But with him the itch always remained. The dildo went beyond my husbands capabilities. It was reaching my core, and god, oh god, I wanted it to last forever. 

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I screamed at Beverly. "Deeeeeeeeeper!!" 

I had never fucked with such total abandonment. I felt like a dog in heat. I met every thrust of the big dick with a thrust of my own, trying, trying so hard to get every bit of it up inside me. 

Bev rolled us over allowing me to fuck the dick myself, and fuck it I did. I felt Laura behind me, doing as she did before, reaching around me to pinch my nipples. The pain was so sweet. Oh what bliss. But wait!!! I felt something trying to invade my bottom. 

"Noooooooooooooo," I screamed. "Please, nooooo. I've never done that. Not now. Pleaseeeee." 

To no avail. They both held me till Laura's dildo penetrated my ass hole. God, did it burn. Laura was not gentle. She made several thrust, finally burying the huge rubber cock up into my stomach. 

I didn't understand it. Withing seconds my body was in rhythm with both of the invading dicks. It felt like I was losing control of my body functions, like I had to piss and shit at the same time. I didn't care. I just fucked both dicks, welcoming each and every orgasm to their fullest. I had never cum so much. Never. The more I came, the faster they fucked me. I was becoming oblivious to my surroundings. I didn't know where I was nor did I care. 

The last I remember were the two hard cocks, rubbing together, deep inside my womb.

I awoke at 10 am. Bev was still asleep in her bed. The sheet barely covered her and I could see she still had the dildo strapped to her body. The other girl apparently had left some time during the night or early morning.

I slipped out of my bed and slowly, so as not to awake Bev, lay down next to her, my nostrils filling with the smell of sex that surrounded her body. Being as careful as possible I hunched my body as close as possible until I could push my sore, swollen cunt lips up against the head of the dildo. I ever so slowly pushed forward until I felt the bulbous head slip into me. I slowly rocked back and forth, fucking the first three inches of the huge cock.

"You are such a slut" I heard Bev whisper in my ear. "You like this big cock don't you girl."

"God yes," I moaned. "Please fuck me Bev. Pleaseeeeee."

Her hips moved forward forcing the dildo deep into my cunt. Two or three more thrust and the rubber cock was buried inside of me. I wanted it to stay forever. I could already feel a orgasm welling up in me. Suddenly she withdrew the dick completely out of me.

"Nooooooo," I wailed aloud as I tried to get in back inside of me.

Bev slipped out of bed, laughing at my depraved lust. "Now that your wet and horny lets get cleaned up and get out of here. This town is full of pussy and I'll make sure you get your share you slutty bitch."

I waited until Bev got out of the shower before I slipped out of bed. While walking to across the room I suddenly realized the soreness of my anal hole. And as sore as it felt I had a sudden urge to be fucked there again. In fact, it felt like the dildo was still inside me. Without warning, I quickly found out why. I barely made it to the commode before natures call gushed out of me. My anal hole felt so huge, seemingly leaving me with very little control of my bowel movement. Strangely, it was just one more thing that sexually excited me. 

By noon we were in to hotel restaurant, eating our daily omelet and sipping on Bloody Marys. I barely touched my food, my pussy, my whole body aching for sexual release.

As we ate Bev continually pointed out women and young girls in the dining room.

"Look over there, to your right," she would say. "See that little blonde. Wouldn't you just love to eat her pussy.'

By the time we left the restaurant my panties were soaking. It was like I was in a sexual trance, my body and mind were on one track and that was gratification. And I knew I would only get there through humiliation.

As we walked through the hotel casino Bev's name was paged over the loud speaker. We immediately went to the front desk to inquire. She had a message to call her husband immediately. I waited while she went to use one of the house phones.

When she returned I could tell she was upset.

"Whats the problem?" I asked hesitantly.

"Bill wants me to come home today. He's got problems at the business that he can't handle. I guess were going to have to cut our vacation short.."

"Well we had 5 days" I said trying to console her disappointment.

"Yeah, your right slut. Lets go pack and get out of here."

As we walked down the long hall to our suite, up ahead a young girl about 19 or 20 came out of a room. Even at a distance I could tell she was a sexy little thing. 




The Slut



As we passed her in the hall Bev stopped for a moment, telling me to go ahead to our room. She said she would be there shortly. I didn't question her. I did as I was told.

About ten minutes later Bev shows up our room with the young girl.

"Julie, this is Melody. I told her you would pay her $50.00 if she let you suck on her socks. I told her there wouldn't be any funny business, that you had this strange fetish about white cotton bobby socks.

I looked down at Melody's feet, her white sox hanging sloppily aound her tanned calves like a young school girl. I didn't know what a fetish was, all I knew is I wanted to suck them.

As we all stood just inside the door of our suite I reached into my handbag, pulled out a $50 and handed it to the girl.

"Go ahead Julie," I heard Bev say to me. "This is what you wanted so get with it."

I knelt down on my knee's and removed one of Melody's tennis shoes. I brought the foot to my mouth, my nostrils filling with the smell of sweet sweat. My lip's wrapped around her toe's, sucking that familiar taste into my mouth.

I don't know how long I had sucked on her foot, long enough to soak her sock in saliva, when I heard her yell.

"None of that...I'm not into that! Take your hands off of me."

As I looked up Bev was holding the girls arms against the wall as she forcefully tried kissing the girl, her tongue flicking around the girl's lips.

Instinctively, my hands slid up the girl's legs finding her pussy. Her panties were damp!! My head immediately disappeared under her little skirt and my lips honed in on her sexy mound.

I licked her through her panties, holding her by her firm, round ass cheeks as she continued to squirm away from Bev.

Suddenly the squirming stopped! Soon I heard nothing but moans. I heard Bev's voice, "Do you like your cunt licked baby?"

"God yessssss, she moaned loudly. Her body, her hips were already thrusting my mouth, fucking my face with abandonment.

I heard Bev walk away, leaving me on my knee's servicing this sweet piece of meat. Soon she was screaming loudly as an intense orgasm swept over her, her pussy weeping out her love juices, coating my mouth and tongue.

No sooner had she cum, realizing what had happened to her, she grabbed her tennis shoe and ran out the door. I was still on my knee's when I felt Bev take a hand full of my hair and pull me abruptly to my feet. She forcibly marched me into the bedroom and ordered me onto the bed on my knee's.

I felt her behind me, the huge dildo head barely touching my asshole. "I took care of you today slut, and when we get home your still going to be my slut, whether you have a husband or not. You understand that don't you?"

I tried to think that all this would be over when the vacation ended but Bev wasn't going to let that happen. As bad as I wanted that huge dildo buried in my ass I now knew whatever I had become was permanent.

"Do you understand?" she repeated.

"Yes Bev, I understand. I'm your slut. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Fuck me, fuck m asshole, pleaseeee."

I felt the long, thick cock slide into me, so filling, so good. As I thrust back against her, she forced its entire length up into my belly. As the first orgasm shook my body, I was already thinking of the dirty little bathroom at the dirty little gas station we had stopped at on our way to Vegas. We would stop there again... Bev's ass would be so sweaty by then...and what ever else she might need of me...



The Slut



The slut,that's what her owner called her, when he dragged her naked  to the table, and put her up as collateral  for his final hand. He lost, and so I won her in a two bit gambling game, on a riverboat outside of Tupelo Mississippi.

 A small frail underfed blond. She was twenty-two years old, and looked thirty with her garish makeup and frizzy hair. All it took to win her was a royal flush. Mr. Scott, her owner, was a very stupid man. He tried to buy her back later that night, but by then, we had  been cleaned her up, and  I knew that I had lucked into quality breeding stock. I should be able to recognize good blood when I find it. Dogs, cattle, horses or people. I own enough of each to know what is profitable,and what isn't worth the trouble. I was just the man to turn this frail strumpet into a nice profit.

 My  name is Reeves St.John, owner of Paradise Acres, among other business ventures, including the Tupelo Queen, a gambling boat. I  was traveling with Belle, my favorite slave. She cleaned the slut up, tended her wounds, and cut her hair. I preferred long hair,but hers would have to grow again. For now this made the best of what was there. Cleaned up, she was a very appealing creature. 

Belle kept her chained in her cabin, to the foot of her bed through the night. She brought her to me early the following morning, for her first examination. Sitting comfortably in an easy chair, I put her through several tests, made her fetch a ball, jump up and down, climb up and down a ladder, do her alphabet, and numbers,before physically examining her. I went over every inch of her inside and out. She balked at this, like any filly with spirit would do. I was pleased to see she had some fire left. I hated a slave with no spirit. 

"What's your name child?" I asked finally."Slut Sir"came the immediate reply. "No dear, that may be what you are, but sometime in your past you did have a name, now what might it have been?" I waited, a moment or two, allowing let her think. The slut hesitating, as if afraid to be hit, finally stammered," Melissa Sir, it's Melissa. I smiled," Melissa that's a very pretty name, Belle write in our book, that on April 18th,  we took possession of Melissa from James Scott of Tupelo Mississippi, a gambling man, payment in full for a debt of $250.00." I then asked the little slave, "Now, Melissa. Do you understand what has happened to you? She shook her head no. 

"Melissa, Mr. Scott is no longer your owner, I am. Do you understand this?" She nodded, and shyly smiled showing beautiful white teeth and from under her long lashes, clear sapphire blue eyes. "Good, I want you to know, I am nothing like Mr. Scott. I own almost 400 slaves. I buy and sell them every day. Belle here ,will tell you I am fair but strict. You do as requested, you will never be mistreated like you were with Scott. I  have decided to train you as a pleasure slave. Do you know what that means?" She shook her head no. "Belle will explain it to you, and your training will start after we see that you get breakfast. One fear, you may lay to rest right now, you will never be hungry again."

 Melissa surprised him by standing on tiptoe and softly kissing his cheek. "Belle remove her, " I was left alone with only my thoughts. 

I reached for a morning cigar. Waiting for Belle to return, I was content. This had been a very profitable trip.  Funny thing, it just kept getting better and better. I already knew just who would want Melissa for their own, once she was trained. Fact of the matter, I could think of two people who would desire her .That was even better for me, and so I laughed. There was the matter of the training to consider, I smiled thinking of it. Training a pleasure slave was always fun. 

Belle, took care of the new slave and her needs, and then left her chained inside her cabin. She  hurried back to her Master, with  breakfast. She knew he was waiting  for her, knowing the new slave needed attention, but waiting for anything was not something Reeves St. John did well. She was right, I was pacing the cabin when she returned. 

Setting his breakfast on the table, she proceeded to strip off her clothes. Getting the basin of hot water, she had ordered to be waiting, she shaved him and dried him carefully. "Will you require a bath this morning Master?" He growled his answer "No I thought I might have you lick me clean." Belle sank to her knees as he shed his clothes, she knew where this bath would start. Master's cock was above average even before he was rigid. Fully hard, it was difficult for her to suck it all into her mouth.  Part of his excitement was seeing the pain it brought her, as she swallowed it. She carefully licked all of him, up and down his shaft and both of his balls, one by one, and then as he scooted up in the chair ,started behind his cock and unto his warm tight ass. She loved to hear his moans, as she licked and sucked ,and thrust her tiny pink tongue into and out of his ass. It pleased her to make him happy. Soon she felt him releasing his seed into the air. "Now Belle look what you have done? Made a mess of things again. It is plain to see, I will have to punish you." 

Belle smiled, "Yes Master, I am a very careless slave, please punish me Sir, she moaned." 

Laughing, I grabbed her and threw her across my lap. I started paddling her luscious ass. She twisted and turned and moaned and cried softly for me in pleasure. My fingers found their way into her ass and her pussy. "I see you are in heat again slave. Will my work never be done?" 
"No Master, I am the worst of slaves." I pushed her  gently to the ground, and shoved into her waiting pussy, working her hard until I felt her first climax overtake her, and then I worked on my favorite spot, her sweet, luscious, warm and wonderful ass, having already  been fucking her there with two fingers as my cock was occupied with her pussy, I pushed into her and she opened for me like the old friend,I was.Several strokes later we were both in climax. Sometime later I sat back up in my chair and Belle finished my bath.. It was a favorite morning routine for the two of us. We finally ate, with me feeding Belle most of the succulent parts of the ham, as they were her favorite part. 

That afternoon the training of Melissa began. 
First I had her suck me. She was very bad. Following that, checked to see if she were wet and ready for fucking she was not, investigating her rear passage, I  found it so tight, not even my tiniest finger could enter. She wasn't graceful at all, and  she had no sense of how to excite a man. The work ahead of us would be hard but profitable, in the end.

 I sent Belle to the ship's hold to retrieve my bag of toys. Handmade in India, they had been useful to  us, on many occasions. She also brought back a large tub of grease. We would start by working on  stretching Melissa's anal passage.  It was necessary for her to be able to use all her available entrances for a man's pleasure. I told the little slave, her training would begin now, and asked if we needed to restrain her. "No Sir I can behave." I kissed her gently." I am counting on it, and if you don't, the things I am doing will be done anyway, you just won't enjoy them." She nodded her understanding. 

Belle laid her on the bed, with several pillows under her," Now prepare her." Belle lay between her legs and started to lick softly and gently up and around her anal passage, Melissa giggled and pulled away. I, pinched her nipples hard, she yelped. "Stay still " Belle inserted her talented tongue inside the little slave's ass and sucked and licked till she could get two fingers inside without pain to the small girl. Now we greased  her passage and the plug we would be inserting . It was the smallest anal plug, I had, but it  still seemed large compared to the girl. We had a lot of work to do. I started sucking and biting at her nipples while Belle worked the plug inside the girl inch by agonizing inch, my hand playing with her little clit till she stiffened and had an orgasm for me, this allowed Belle to finish the insertion. "Done my brave little one, very good." 

Melissa's tear strained face looked at me "but it hurts Master, it hurts." I kissed her gently "Be brave little one ,everything good hurts to start, it will get better." I now took the attached chain and locked it onto a belt, that I locked around her waist. "This is to be removed only when you use the bath, then Belle will put it right back inside your sweet tiny ass."Melissa hung her head "Yes Master" I smiled at the answer," Good! now one more thing and we are done. 

I took a scarf and gagged the her. "I wouldn't want you to disgrace yourself, and you will scream at the next thing we will be doing to you. I played and pulled at her nipples till they were hard and elongated. Belle then took a long needle, and pierced first one, then the other, while I held them steady. Inserting small silver loops with the word SLAVE  on them. Each also had room to hang other things should her new Master require or desire it. Melissa's muffled cry could be heard. I wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "Your a very brave girl. 

 I will always reward you when you do the best that you can do." I worked on her clit and fingered her to another climax. I then pulled Belle aside," Belle I think our little one has had enough for now. Feed her, toilet her and leave her in your cabin. I have need of you in the gambling salon." She nodded and they disappeared. 

Belle watching my back, would make life a lot easier if Mr. Scott was foolish enough to try to follow through on any of his threats. I sat, and thought about the morrow, I was looking forward to working with the little one. I had a feeling once she discovered pleasure, she would suprise everyone.

 I would have to ask her about the whip marks tomorrow, I had forgotten today, They appeared to be sexual whippings. I grinned it had been a while since I whipped a slave for fun. 
Belle returned dressed for the salon, just in time to help me finish dressing.  I sat with my pants unbuttoned. "Belle?" She immediately knelt and took me into her mouth, but did nothing else until I told her what I desired. "Quickly Belle we are almost late already." She sucked me deep into her mouth ,and as her tongue danced around my shaft and over my cock's head and into my tiniest hole after my  pre come, I could feel my climax boiling up inside me, she swallowed me and allowed her throat muscles to work on my hardening shaft. I felt my balls tighten up and heard myself moan, as I watched my huge cock stretch out her tiny throat, and then I was shooting my load deep inside her belly. Now relaxed , I  buttoned  up and we went to the salon.

 When we left there hours later, I was several thousand dollars richer. This trip was fast becoming one of the best we had been on this year. Once again in my rooms, Belle removed her dress and getting the sewing kit,  ripped out her hem and sewed up the money where any thief would be hard pressed to find it. "Is our newest slave good for the night?" Belle nodded with a smile, I held out my hand and she came to me. 

Kissing her deeply, I followed her down to my bed, where before taking my pleasure, I made sure that Belle had more than enough of her own. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me,  were it possible she would be my chosen wife. Times being what they were, the two of us made due with what we had. Finally when she begged me to stop, I pushed inside her and took my pleasure. "Think we made another baby tonight my Belle? I softly asked her as we cuddled together. "I hope so, Reeves I so want a little girl." I kissed her and I want one for you, but you  know how well I breed boys. She laughed "I should, are not all six of my sons yours?" I swatted her ass hard, because she enjoyed it, and I loved to hit her luscious ass." They had best be, I would hate to have written freedom papers on someone else's stock." I knew why she worried, "Don't my darling, I know you miss them already, but they are better off in the north, and soon they will be well educated gentleman, and will make us both proud." She kissed me passionately," I am proud of them and you every day." "Belle I couldn't live each day without you," having said that, we slept. 

Early the next morning Belle was about her duties, before I was even awake. She had taken care of all my property, and had returned with breakfast and our newest slave, when I opened my eyes for the first time. 

"Melissa, today Belle is going to teach you some things,  how to suck a man, and the various ways to entertain one. All we want is you to do the best you can, and you have no worries. Now lay on the bed." Melissa did as asked. There was a repeat of the day before, lots of grease and this time a  larger plug. She cried out ,as it was being inserted and I plunged two fingers into her pussy  which turned out to be wet today, I smiled , rubbing her nubbin of a clit  as I fucked in and out of her pussy, using  my hand, until she relaxed enough to shove the plug all the way inside." See my dear, it was easier than yesterday, and tomorrow will be even better."

 We examined her nipple piercings and cleaned them, and then the lessons started. Belle showed her how to dress, and undress a gentleman. How to unbutton and pull me free, so that it became a part of the  excitement. Then the little one, practiced merely holding my cock on her tongue without touching it, until I told her what was desired. Melissa was clearly used to the gobble it and get it done crowd. By the end of the morning, she began to get very good at slow and sensual, prolonged cock sucking. She also started to squirm around as she was sucking me for about the fourth time. I laughed, " Belle, I think our little one has an itch that needs to be scratched." 

Belle asked her if she had ever been with a woman?" Melissa scowled, "that is an abomination, never."

 She had said the wrong thing that time. "Abomination I yelled? Abomination? Nothing is an abomination, if your Master requires it. Show her Belle, what is required of her." 

Belle laid the little one on the floor, slowly removing her dress, and started sucking on her nipples, as she ran her hands up and down her body, and in and around her pussy, exciting her as she kissing her way down to her pussy. She licked, sucked and bite till Melissa was screaming out in climax. "Now  you do it to Belle ." Melissa tried, but gagging she pulled away.

 "Tsk, Tsk, and you were doing so well, bind her to the bed, Belle" Belle quickly took scarves and tied her hands to the top of the four poster bed and then stomach down, tied her legs open to each foot. "You know you must be punished little one, why did you disobey me? Have we not treated you well?" Melissa crying quietly nodded her head yes, and said she was sorry."  I replied , "Probably you are, but you will be sorrier ." 

I ran my hands over her ass." These marks were, they for punishment ,or pleasure Melissa?"Still crying softly she responded to my question." Master Scott liked to whip me to make himself hard Sir." I continued my questioning," How did you feel while being beaten?" She blushed beet red, telling me all I wanted to know, " it made you wet, did it little one? Made you want someone inside you fucking you till you came screaming for him?" She nodded her head and her eyes clouded up. I kissed her gently, "that is not a bad thing Melissa" 

"Belle get the cat, 20 licks and hard. "I pointed, here to  there. I whispered in her ear," this should be fun for both of us." 

"Do we need to gag you little one?" Melissa already crying choked out" No Sir, I can behave."

 Belle hit her the first time as she was talking to me, then rapidly again and again, soon her fair skin took on a beautiful rose color and Melissa was writhing and arching to meet the small whip. We smiled at each other, the wetness of her pussy could be plainly seen, her juices were running like a river, this was a stroke of luck. A woman who enjoyed pain was very rare indeed. I motioned Belle to stop and taking the anal plug moved it  in and out of Melissa's ass as Belle fingered her little nub of a clit and her pussy. It took less than four strokes for her screaming climax. Yes indeed, we had a real gold mine here. I pulled the plug loose, and inserted two fingers ,wet from her juices into her ,they slid in easily, I added a third, as Belle continued to finger her to another climax. She accepted them easily. "Soon little one your ass will be mine. For today I will settle for your succlent pussy. I pulled my now hard cock loose from its trousers. It was time to fuck my newest slave. I shoved  into her wet pussy stretching her out to her limits. I heard her cry of suprised pain, turn quickly to  moans of pleasure. She was so hot and tight, I stopped to let her get used to me, and to control my urge to come. Soon enough she was arching up and trying to force me in deeper. I continued to smack her ass hard, first one cheek and then the other. Sharp cracks ringing out in the room each one met by her soft cries of pleasure. Now as I moved in and out, Melissa began to urge me on," "Please Master fuck me harder please, shove it in me, make me pay for being such a bad slave. Smack my ass Master harder,hurt me I am yours to do with as you will." I shook my head, a gold mine indeed.

 She would need training, but oh my ,when she was done what a windfall she would be, and all for a gambling debt of $250.00. 

Belle motioned me to hurry as Melissa was fast approaching another climax,  I pushed hard and deep, pulling out and spraying my seed, just as she peaked,  Belle finished her off with fingers and mouth, quickly sending her into another climax before the first was over and done. Multiorgasmic, loving pain,able to turn it into pleasure, with training she would be a priceless object of lust for many men.


"Belle, I think our little one is ready to pleasure you now." released from her bonds, Melissa  crawled to Belle's feet and pulled at her. Belle lowered herself to the floor and Melissa was like an uncaged animal, she attacked her, duplicating everything Belle had done to her and she gave Belle  climax after climax, until I finally called a halt. It had been an interesting morning. I walked to my bag and took out some unique chinese balls, inserting them into her still clenching pussy.Belle reinserted the anal plug,which slipped in much more readily this time. This will keep you amused until our next lesson. 

"Belle, take our little one, feed and toilet her then leave her for a rest in your cabin and return to me." I whispered in her ear." Leave her enough slack to pleasure herself I wish to see what she does, be quick Belle. I have need of you." Belle smiled at me, as she walked out the door. 

Within the hour, Belle returned with lunch, She had also ordered a bath , so the tub was there full of hot steaming water. There are some privileges to having the best cabin on the ship. 
"Belle stripped off her clothes, and then worked on mine, soon naked together we frolicked in the bath. When done, I licked her dry and she licked me dry, which led to an afternoon of lovemaking of the best kind, long,, slow, and satisfying. I bite the cheek of her ass , as I fucked her leaving teeth marks, growling, "no ass will ever suit me like yours my love." Belle  reached to caress me, "I am glad Reeves, I would hate to die for killing my Master. " This earned her a paddling which brought on both of our orgasms. It was a wonderful afternoon.

As the evening arrived, and the cool breezes started to blow, I sent Belle to fetch the little one. "Time for her to dance for her supper, among other things. Do you realize Belle, how much she will be worth if she is truly into pain and pleasure?" Belle smiled, a true pain slut was so rare, there was hardly a price that would not  be paid. Most men love to inflict pain on helpless things, and to be truly thanked for it with orgasms and  love." A priceless commodity. 




The Slut



Belle returned with Melissa, I asked her" Were you good, while away from us?" She nodded her head yes. Belle and I grinned at each other. " Did you play with yourself Melissa?" she nodded her head yes. " Did I give you permission to do that?" Melissa's eyes widened and she shivered, no her head shook. "Come here Melissa." I laid her over my lap and Belle handed me a hairbrush. First I swatted her about 20 times with my hand then used the brush. We were both soaked and Melissa had about three climaxes, before I got to 25 strokes of the brush. I smiled at Belle, this little one would make us rich. Now we got busy with more lessons for the little slave. Belle danced and then Melissa did. Everytime, Melissa missed a step or didn't get it right, I slapped her with a short quirt. When she finally had the dance right, her  juices were running down her legs and her genitals were  swollen and red, and the rash of desire was all over her body, even her eyes were glazed with lust. 

"Belle, go bring me Stephen." Belle hurried to the hold. Stephen was the Field supervisor for Paradise Acres, my plantation, a large black man with an extraordinary cock, Melissa was in for quite a treat. 

Back in the cabin, Stephen looked at the situation, and the small frail slave in front of him, and you could see his cock grow. I smiled at him." Fuck the slut Stephen." He threw her on the floor and shoved into her pussy without a thought, if that is what the Master desired, that is what he got. It was quick and fast, animal  fucking at it's best. Melissa looked like a small rag doll as he shoved her back and forth, it was clear she was in pain, it was clear she was orgasmic, from the first time he thrust into her. Several minutes later, he was ready to come and looked to me his Master." Come but not in her  pussy, Stephen, I have need to keep her empty for yet awhile." He pulled out and shoved into her mouth, deep into her throat. You could see the bulge of his cock as he rammed it in and out ,see her shiver with pain and lust, but she swallowed  again and again until he was  dry, then licked him clean , and thanked him. Melissa had learned her lessons well. 

I threw him a gold piece and told him not to spend it all in one place. Stephen bowed his head, and backed out of the cabin. 

Melissa lay on the floor where she had been discarded. "Come here Melissa, suck me now." Crawling to me, she opened her mouth ,and I stuck my cock in deep ,she teased and played, and titillated me till I was hard,  then  I pushed her gently to the ground. Removed her anal plug and using her natural lubrication, I played with her ass. Belle fingered her clit and pussy. Melissa came and came again. She was so relaxed that three of my fingers fit into her ass with no pain. It was time, I placed her on all fours and pushed into her ass, slowly but steadily, she was valuable property to me. You took time training valuable property. I could not believe her former master had never used her tiny, cute and very provocative ass. She was coming from the first moment I touched her. When I had spent myself, I picked her up and dropped her into the lukewarm bath water." Wash yourself." She was worth more and more every time I saw her, how stupid her owner had been, my luck as usual was phenomenal. 

"Belle fetch the bullwhip." When Melissa was clean, we cuffed her and hung her from the ceiling hooks, her toes just barely touching the floor, and gagged her. "I want you to understand this is for fun, not punishment your a very good girl and I think you will be glad when we are finished with this little experiment." I hit her once, then again. Never had she felt the bite of a good whip, or the strokes of a man who knew how to use one. Soon she was  moaning and crying out, around her gag.  The juices were running down her legs, I took her higher and higher and then said "Melissa fly for me, come now, and I hit her again. "She soared into a climax like none we had ever seen, it went on and on and on ,till she passed out. 

When she came too, she was cradled on the floor within my arms, we had been oiled her skin, and wrapped her into a blanket. We were talking about her, and how much money she would bring for she was so unique.

She whispered, " Master, why am I like this?" I kissed her softly "no one knows, but it is a gift and your new Master, I guarantee you ,will appreciate it. " 

She fell back asleep. 

During the rest of the voyage, we taught her all the many other things ,and sexual tricks, she needed to know to please a man. We used her several times a day, and she never failed to suprise us with her ability to climax from whatever we did to her. When the ship docked in New Orleans, she was as ready as possible. 

Thanks to the many messages, I  had sent at each stop there were seven men waiting to see and inspect the new slave prior to auction. She was sleek, clean, well groomed, all curves and glowing health,, her hair now a beautiful white blond. 

She looked like a small innocent child, which I was counting on, to at least double her price. Examined she was always so wet it was like she was in constant heat. Twice she came just from the men's exploration of her inner passages, once while being paddled by me in demonstration of her passions, it didn't hurt her price at all. 

The next morning I accepted bids on her, and when it was all over, her new owner had paid $40,000.00. I turned her and her papers over to him, and kissed her good-bye. Telling  her to be good, or be prepared to be punished and laughed when she turned her face and stuck out her tongue.

 Now it was time for Belle to return to the management of our whorehouse, another one of my businesses, and me to my plantation. My legal wife would not tolerate her on the land, and only left her in peace because she feared the  voodoo powers of my powerful and seductive mistress. 

"Till the weekend my love. Take care and don't forget to deposit the money." Belle smiled "minus my ten percent of course." I kissed her deeply  it would have to last me almost a week.

Laughing, I replied " Of Course,"and off I rode. Had I turned around I might have seen the silent tears she shed as she watched me go, but that's another story.



The Slut



She sat next to the woman on the bar stool. Her long black skirt and long sleeved red top, cut close to her neck revealed nothing of her body. She wore black shoes with black stockings, but only her ankles could be seen.

"So you think you are a slave." the blond woman said.

"yes Ma'am," the girl replied, looking down.

"What makes you think that?"

"My desires Ma'am."

"Understandable. But you said you have a problem."

"Yes Ma'am."

"You are unable to release the passion inside you. You are unable to obey because of hangups that plague you."

"In short, yes Ma'am."

"You can't even bear the touch of another human being." she asked.

"No Ma'am, not more than a handshake anyway Ma'am."

"And how do you expect a Domme to overcome this?"

"I don't Ma'am. I expect to be alone my whole life."

"But you wish a Domme could overcome your problem."

"Yes Ma'am."

In order to avoid the woman's hard gaze Grace looked around the room. The bar had glasses hanging from racks over the bar, and lights hanging from the ceiling on the dance floor. There were also toys such as St Andrews crosses, and spanking benches There were people playing at some of the stations; Masters beating their slaves and Mistresses beating theirs.

"What makes you think someone can help you?"

"I don't Ma'am."

"But you hope regardless."

"Yes."

"You have a very pretty face Grace dear," the Lady said.

Grace blushed, "Thank you Ma'am," she replied looking down.

"Of course you have no idea what I do for a living," the Lady said, "So I shall tell you."

Grace looked at her for a moment and the Lady went on. "I am a psychologist, and a hypnosis therapist. I deal mostly with abused women and I have ties with women's shelters in the city."

Grace's eyes widened in surprise and hope lighted in her.

"That seems to surprise you. Do you find something strange in that?"

"To be honest Ma'am, it does seem strange that a Domme would specialize in helping those abused. Isn't there a fine line between the lifestyle and abuse?"

"Yes indeed there is a fine line. But, there IS a line. And I never cross it, though some in the lifestyle do."

"You seem quite a lovely Lady, Lady Amanda Ma'am. Smart and beautiful as well as a little dangerous."

"Thank you girl. Shall we meet here again tomorrow night?"

"I would like that very much Ma'am."

"Good. Be here at 9."

"Yes Ma'am. see You then," Grace replied as Lady Amanda got up and left.

Grace was impatient all day. She could remember every moment spent with Lady Amanda. The look of Her hair, what She had been wearing, and even the smell of Her perfume, the nuance in her voice, and every detail of their conversation.

Lady Amanda was just as beautiful the next time Grace saw her. Her long blond hair falling about her shoulders, covering the thin straps of Her black and red calf-length dress. Her makeup was flawless and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled underneath her powdered lids and long black eyelashes.

"Hello Lady Amanda," Grace said smiling.

"Hello my girl, instead of sitting at the bar tonight, lets get a table."

"As you wish Ma'am."

Lady Amanda led the way to a small booth table against the back wall and took a seat while discreetly pointing at the ground near her. Grace saw Lady Amanda's finger pointing at the floor and knelt beside her.

"Very good my girl," Lady Amanda said. "You are paying attention."

"I can but try Ma'am."

A waitress stopped at their table and asked what Lady Amanda would like to drink. Lady Amanda ordered for the both of them. The waitress returned quickly and set Lady Amanda's drink down on the table and reached down to Grace with hers. Lady Amanda and Grace thanked her and the waitress moved off to another table.

"Do you drive Grace?" Lady Amanda asked as they sipped their drinks.

"I have my licence, but I don't currently own a car Ma'am."

"Ok." Lady Amanda replied.

They talked for a long while. When they had finished their drinks Lady Amanda ordered another round for them, but ordered soft drink for Grace instead of her vodka and orange juice that she had been drinking. And then they continued their talk. The more they talked the more Lady Amanda smiled, and the more Grace's heart palpitated. She thought about it for a moment in a lull in the conversation and she knew she was falling for this Lady.

After a couple of hours and several soft drinks and rum and cokes, Lady Amanda looked down at Grace and said, "Grace, last night I decided that I needed to help you. And I think I can. I am very good."

"That is wonderful Ma'am," Grace replied.

"I am not finished yet my girl," Lady Amanda said, chiding her smilingly for her interruption. "But I like you very much. There are two ways I could help you, and which way would depend on how our relationship is going to go. But here is the thing my girl. I like you very much. If, and I stress the if, all were to go well, I would like to eventually own you."

Grace's heart rose in her chest and she blushed and looked down at the floor. "Thank you Ma'am."

"That actually gives me the better chance of succeeding in helping you my girl, but I have wanted to get to know you better in order to decide which way I would go with this. If I hadn't wanted to own you, I would have had to try a different, less personal approach. But I still would have tried."

"Yes Ma'am, thank You Ma'am," Grace replied.

"But you also have to want this. Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with me Grace my girl?" Lady Amanda asked.

"Yes I am Ma'am. I find you to be beautiful and smart and kind, and wise, and wonderful. I am very attracted to you on many levels."

"Good. You may address me as Mistress from now on and we will see where this leads."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," Grace replied smiling up at her shyly for a moment then returning her gaze to the floor.

"Good girl. We're leaving. You're going to drive me to your home and we're going to talk in a much more intimate setting."

"Yes Mistress," Grace replied, following Mistress Amanda two steps behind as she got up and headed for the door.

Mistress Amanda led her to a small sporty older model black bmw. "Nice car Mistress," Grace said as Mistress Amanda handed her the keys. "Thank you my girl. I like it. Its fun without being ostentatious."

Grace smiled and unlocked the passenger door and held it open. Mistress Amanda got in and Grace closed it behind Her, then walked round and got in the other side.

The car drove well and Grace was impressed. After she began to get used to how it drove Mistress Amanda picked up their conversation from where they'd left off. The more they talked, the more Grace became attracted to Her and the more hope rose up in her. But she was deathly afraid of yet another let down and it showed on her face.

"What is wrong my girl?"

"I have been here before Mistress. I am afraid to hope because there have been others who said they could help. I am hopeful, but scared to hope for fear of being let down yet again."

"I completely understand Grace my girl. There is nothing I can do for the moment to change that feeling. But if I am successful, and I make no promises, then you will no longer need hope. At least not for that."

"I understand Mistress. How are You going to help me?"

"I will not share the details my girl, you don't need to know. But in broad strokes, I am going to help you release the passion within you and help you become the girl you want to be."

"Yes Mistress, thank You."

"You can thank me when I've succeeded my girl. But if I succeed, I think you are going to be a lovely slave."

"Yes Mistress."

Grace wondered and pondered. Mistress was a hypnotist so that could be one of the methods she used. But Mistress Amanda didn't give her a lot of time to think. She kept asking questions and the conversation went on until they pulled into Grace's apartment complex.

Grace got out and opened Mistress Amanda's door for her and then locked the car and handed Mistress Amanda the keys. Then they walked side by side to Grace's apartment and Grace unlocked the door and stepped back for Mistress to precede her into her home.

Grace showed her around her small home and then fixed them each a drink and served it to her with both hands on the glass. "Thank you my girl," She said.

"You are welcome Mistress," Grace said kneeling beside the couch where Mistress Amanda sat.

As they drank Mistress Amanda asked many pointed questions. About the fantasies Grace had, about the women she admired, about who she thought she might like to be. "I sense a battle within you my girl," after Grace had refilled their drinks.

"I am not surprised Mistress."

"You desire to be free to express the passion you feel deep inside, but the women who do so, lack your respect."

"I am not sure that is entirely accurate Mistress."

"How so?"

"I don't think it is them that I lack respect for," she whispered tears coming to her eyes.

"I know my girl. I know."

Grace took a large swallow of her drink and looked down at the floor.

"But all this talk has given me much to work with my girl. And I have a plan. But it is going to require a lot of trust on your part."

"May I ask, Mistress?"

"You may ask. I may not answer though."

"Of course Mistress, it is not always for the slave to know." Grace paused and looked up at her Mistress and then asked the question, "May I ask what Your plan is Mistress?"

"I am going to create a slut, and then put her inside you my girl."

Grace blushed and looked at the ground as her heart raced and she began trembling.

"That scares you," Mistress said, deadpan.

"Yes Mistress."

"What else does it make you feel?"

"Anticipation Mistress, and something more."

"What?"

"Desire," Grace blushed and looked at the ground again.

"Good. You admit it. Your desires and needs will be key to the creation of my slut."

Grace's faced turned even redder at the thought of being Mistress Amanda's slut and her ears burned and her hands trembled as she took another large swallow of her drink.

"Finish up your drink my girl, my plans begin as soon as you're done."

Grace downed the last of her drink, swallowing several times and draining the glass, and then she set it down.

"Ok my girl, I need a chair."

Grace fetched one from the kitchen and set it beside the couch and stood there waiting for what came next.

"I want to see my girl. Please remove that overly modest clothing and stand before me naked so I may inspect my future property."

 Grace blushed again but did as she was told. she removed her long black skirt first, then removed her long sleeved conservatively cut top. She let them fall to the floor and trembled as she removed first her black bra and then her panties. She trembled as if from cold as she stood there before her Mistress.

"You are more beautiful than I had hoped my girl. My slut will have a good home in you."

Grace blushed, her ears turning crimson and she looked at the ground.

"Ok my girl," Mistress Amanda said, "Lay on the couch please."

Grace did, though her trembling wouldn't cease.

Lady Amanda moved Her chair so that She sat next to Grace and She took Her girls hand.

Grace's trembling continued but she didn't pull away.

"Ok my girl. Before I can start, I need you to do something that requires trust."

"What do You need me to do Mistress?"

"While I will eventually own all of you my girl, and your heart, mind, and body will be mine for the taking and plundering, for the moment I need you to surrender your arms and hands to me."

"I don't understand Mistress."

"That's ok my girl. Just surrender them up to me. Give them to me to be mine to do with as I wish."

"Then they are Yours Mistress, my hands and arms are Yours to do with as You wish."

"Good girl," Mistress Amanda smiled down at Her girl, squeezing her hand a little.

"Do you masturbate my girl?"

"No Mistress, but sometimes I caress myself in the shower, but it makes me nervous."

"That's ok my girl. I want you to touch yourself for me. Just caress yourself as if you were in the shower."

Grace shook but she did as she was told. Her fingers traced little patterns on her belly and trailed up to her breasts and traced little circles around her nipples. She whimpered a little and her fingers trembled as she touched herself.

"Now I want you to bring your fingers down to your pussy my girl. Caress yourself there."

Grace trembled and bit her lip but she did as she was told. She traced her fingers lightly back down across her belly and found her pussy. She lightly caressed her outer lips and then one finger lightly caressed the place where her lips came together, following the crack up, and then down again. she was blushing beet red and her ears were burning and her trembling became more severe.

"Penetrate yourself my girl." Mistress Amanda ordered.

To Grace's credit she tried, she put one finger to her lips and began to push, but her trembling became outright shaking and she jerked her hand away from her vagina.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I can't."

"That's ok my girl. My slut will do that often for me."

Grace turned even more red and her breathing became faster.

"You like that don't you my girl."

Grace whispered, "yes Mistress."

"Now I have a harder task for you my girl." Mistress Amanda said.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Give me your hands please," Mistress Amanda said holding her hand out.

Grace held her two hands up to Mistress Amanda's and her Mistress grabbed both of Grace's hands by her wrists and held them firmly in Her grasp. "Now I want you to not move my girl. No matter what happens, I want you to remain still."

"I will try Mistress," Grace said with a catch in her voice.

Mistress Amanda held her wrists firmly, almost painfully in her strong left hand. Her other hand moved toward Grace's naked belly. She very lightly touched Grace's soft skin with just the tips of her fingers and Grace began shaking violently. She tried to pull her hands away from Mistress Amanda's grasp, but they were held in her Mistress' firm grip. Mistress Amanda began caressing her belly with the tips of her fingers as Grace shook and pulled. Grace whimpered and cried as her Mistress laid her palm flat on her belly and gently rubbed her, moving her hand in circles, getting closer and closer to her breasts at the top of the arc, and closer and closer to her pussy at the bottom. The closer she got the more Grace resisted and cried out and tried to pull away. As Mistress Amanda's hand touched the underside of her breasts her shaking became violent, and when she touched her pussy lips Grace began kicking her legs trying to get free. But Mistress Amanda did not let go. She pulled her hand away from her girl and calmly waited for Grace to calm herself.

When Grace's shaking and crying subsided she let go of her girls wrists and Grace held herself tightly and Mistress Amanda handed her a tissue and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Are you alright my girl?" Mistress Amanda asked softly.

"I will be Mistress. But you see my problem."

"Indeed. It's worse than I had hoped for my girl. But I think I can fix it."

"You can?"

"Maybe. Now you will be required to trust me as much as you can my girl, and do everything I say from now on."

"Yes Mistress. I will do my best."

"I know you will my girl." Mistress Amanda took a shiny gold ring off Her finger and held it up so that Grace could see it.

"I want you to look at this my girl."

Grace focused her eyes on the ring and her Mistress began to speak. She spoke quietly, her voice calm and pleasant. "Follow the circle of the ring. Move your eyes around the circle following it in its neverending loop. A circle has no beginning and no end, but it is forever. Listen to my voice as your eyes trace the circle of the ring and as you do so your eyelids will become tired. But I don't want you to close your eyes, no matter what, keep your eyes tracing the golden circle of forever."

Grace's eyes traced the outer circle of the gold ring as she listened to her Mistress' voice. Her eyelids became heavy and she had to fight to keep them open. Mistress Amanda's voice filled her and comforted her and she felt completely secure despite her earlier panic. her eyelids got heavier and heavier as she listened and traced and she heard her Mistress' voice. "Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. In a few moments I will allow you to close them as you must wish by now, but when you do, you will fall into a deep trance. In that trance you will be able to hear my voice, but you will not be able to move or open your eyes again. Once they shut, you will be deeply asleep but still listening." Her Mistress' voice went on and on, and Grace's eyelids got heavier and heavier. She did everything she could to keep them open but her Mistress' voice lulled her mind and calmed her body and finally her eyes shut.

"Good," Mistress Amanda said. "You are in a deep trance now. I want you to imagine you are in a totally safe place. You are safe from any harm from anything and anyone. No one and nothing can hurt you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Grace said sleepily.

"You are even safe from your own feelings Grace my dear. Nothing you feel, nothing you think, nothing you do, can hurt you. For this time, your deepest fears are of no concern except as random facts about you. Except as things to talk about so I may help you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress, my feelings can't hurt me."

"No, they can't. In this deep sleep they can't hurt you so they are easy to look at. Do you understand my girl?"

"Yes Mistress, they are easy to look at and they can't hurt me."

"They are no more important right now than what you ate for breakfast yesterday. They are just trivial facts about you that we will talk about. Ok?"

"Yes Mistress. They are unimportant except as trivial facts."

"Good. Now I have some questions for you my girl. You are going to answer completely honestly. But the answers are completely unimportant except as information. Is that clear my girl?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. How did touching yourself make you feel my girl?"

"It excited me Mistress and it made me afraid."

"What were you afraid of?"

"I was afraid of doing bad things because of those feelings Mistress."

"Why my girl?"

"My stepfather did bad things because of feelings like that Mistress."

"He hurt you."

"Yes Mistress."

"He raped you."

"Yes Mistress."

"What else did he do?"

"He made me hate myself Mistress."

"Why?"

"I must be bad if he needed to hurt me like that."

"Why do you think that?"

"He told me it was my fault. That I begged for it Mistress."

"What did you do that he said made him think you begged for it my girl?"

"I wore short shorts, skirts above the knee, and light clothing that exposed more skin than he could stand to look at Mistress."

"Is that why you now dress so conservatively my girl?"

"Yes Mistress. If I keep covered no one will know that I'm bad."

"So what do you think about other girls who dress more provocatively my girl?"

"I hate them, and I am jealous of them Mistress. They are free to be who they are, and they are bad."

"Now you know they are not bad, don't you my girl?"

"Yes and no Mistress."

"Explain please."

"They beg for it, yet they are free Mistress."

Grace began to tremble in her trance.

"It is ok my girl. Remember that all these feelings are completely unimportant and can't hurt you right now. Not while you sleep in my trance."

Grace's trembling eased as she replied, "Yes Mistress."

"If I told you that you weren't bad, would you believe me my girl?"

"No Mistress, but I would want to."

"Then I will have to prove it to you my girl. How does that make you feel?"




The Slut



"Scared Mistress."

"Why?"

"Because then I might have to understand that my stepfather was a bad man even though I loved him very much."

"Is that all my girl?"

"No Mistress."

"What else then?"

"If I let those feelings into myself, I might do bad things like my stepfather did."

"Do you really think you could my girl? Do you really think you could damage a child simply because you felt passionate, or aroused?"

"I don't know Mistress. It scares me."

"I understand. Now I have another question for you and I want you to remember that the answers are completely unimportant facts that can't hurt you in anyway."

"Yes Mistress."

"When I touched you and caressed you, how did you feel?"

"Aroused and scared Mistress."

"Is the fear the same one you already talked about?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And the arousal?"

"Your touch was like passionate fire Mistress, I ached for it to continue. I ached for you to bring my passion to life and make me cum in your hand."

"Good. I want you to know my girl, I am pretty sure I can help you."

"How Mistress?"

"Like I said my girl, I am going to create a slut and then put her inside you."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Scared, and hopeful, and excited Mistress."

"Good. Now I want you to know that you are not going to remember any of our conversation during your sleep. When you wake up you will not remember anything we talked about."

"Yes Mistress."

"But before I wake you there is one more little thing I want to talk about."

"Yes Mistress."

"Now, do you remember that you gave me your arms and hands my girl?" "Yes Mistress."

"That is what I want to talk about."

"Yes Mistress."

.....

Grace woke feeling refreshed and safe and comfortable despite the cool air of her living room. She yawned and stretched and looked at Mistress Amanda. "What did You do to me Mistress?"

"Nothing important my girl. Don't worry, everything is fine."

"Yes Mistress."

"I would like you to please get dressed my girl and fetch a leather bag from the trunk of my car. Would you please do that?"

"Of course Mistress. Thank you."

Grace dressed and Mistress Amanda watched her, admiring her curves and thinking possessive thoughts.

In a few minutes Grace returned with Mistress Amanda's bag and then fetched them each another drink.

Mistress Amanda began to pull things out of Her bag. Grace saw that it was a small recording console and a microphone. "May I ask what it is you are going to do Mistress?"

"I am going to give you something to listen to my girl."

"Oh," She replied, knowing that her Mistress had not really answered her question, but also knowing that she had done so on purpose. She guessed it wasn't meant for her to know right away.

Mistress Amanda set up Her equipment and plugged it in where Grace indicated she should, and then said, "I need you to leave the room for a while my girl. I need you not to listen or be able to even hear me. Do you have something you can do for an hour?"

"I can go play on my computer in my room Mistress. And I can put on my headphones and listen to music as I play around on it."

"Perfect. Then please do so. I will come get you when I am done."

"Yes Mistress."

"But before you go, I want you to remove those clothes."

"Yes Mistress," Grace said smiling as she pulled off her clothing.

"Very good. Now run along," Mistress Amanda said once Grace was once again naked.

Grace smiled shyly and left the room. She sat at her computer in her leather chair naked, and brought up her music player and put on her headphones. She busied herself playing games and browsing the net, but inside she was dying to know what her Mistress was doing. She put that aside. She knew that if Mistress desired her to know she would be told. She trusted Mistress Amanda more than she had ever trusted anyone. Why she did not know, but she did.

Despite her eagerness to be back with her Mistress, time did pass. After a while she got lost in the game she was playing. Suddenly she felt a tap at her shoulder and turned and found Mistress Amanda standing there. She removed her headphones and shut down her game and smiled up at her.

"Alright my girl. I am done. For now at least. Do you have a portable CD player?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Alright then. Here are your orders regarding this CD," Mistress Amanda said and handed Grace a CD. "I want you to put your CD player on automatic repeat and then put your headphones on and listen to this every night when you sleep. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. perfectly."

"Good. Now, lets go drink some more because I want to get to know my future property and admire her naked beauty while I drink."

Grace blushed and smiled shyly and looked at the ground and replied, "Yes Mistress."

They talked and drank long into the night. Mistress Amanda sat on the couch and Grace knelt at her feet. Every time Grace showed signs of a lot of pain from kneeling Mistress Amanda would direct her to sit cross legged or with her legs outstretched for a while to let the blood flow back into her legs. Grace realized that her Mistress was very concerned for her welfare, and her trust and love for this Lady grew.

When Grace's voice began slurring so Mistress Amanda cut her off. "That's enough alcohol for you tonight my girl. I want you clear headed for sleep."

"Yes Mistress. am I to go to bed now?"

"Not yet my girl. I want your head to clear a little first. I could use another drink though my girl, and if you are thirsty you may drink something soft."

"Yes Mistress," Grace replied and fetched them each a drink.

They talked a while longer and when Mistress Amanda saw that Grace had sobered up some she declared it was time for her to sleep. "But I wish to observe you during your rest so that I may be sure this is working properly my girl. Would you be able to sleep if I were in your room watching you and playing on your computer?"

"I think so Mistress. I feel safe in Your presence Mistress, though to be honest Mistress, my mind races about you and my heart beats quickly and I might have a little trouble. Though that would be the case even if you weren't there."

"Well we will try it my girl. I think you will be surprised. The CD should help."

"Yes Mistress."

Grace followed her Mistress to the bedroom and began to put on her pajamas but Mistress Amanda interrupted her. "I want you to sleep naked my girl."

"Yes Mistress," she replied.

Grace got under the covers and put on the headphones to her CD player and inserted the CD. She hit the replay button on the machine and then lay down to sleep and hit the play button. Mistress Amanda sat at the computer and kept herself busy while keeping an eye on her girl.

In just moments Grace's eyes closed. Mistress Amanda knew it wouldn't be long before she saw results. She had implanted a post hypnotic suggestion in her girl to bring her back into trance easily.

It wasn't long before she saw Grace's hands moving. Well, she thought, they are MY hands, and she smiled to herself. Grace's hands moved about her body and Grace moaned in her sleep/trance. Mistress Amanda watched as her girls hands moved all about her body, caressing, teasing, and titillating. Grace moaned every few seconds as her hands touched her in sensitive places. After some time her hands went down to her vagina and Mistress Amanda could tell that they were doing her work. Mistress Amanda turned the heat in the room up slightly and pulled back the covers so she could see what was happening. Grace moaned louder as her fingers penetrated her lips. Grace's fingers started fucking her pussy. "My fingers," Mistress Amanda reminded herself. She knew Grace would feel as if they belonged to her Mistress.

After some time had passed Grace's body shuddered and she cried out in her sleep. Mistress Amanda knew she had cum. Mistress Amanda turned back to the computer and Grace went to sleep. An hour later Grace's hands began again. All night long Grace's hands, well, Mistress Amanda's hands as Grace had surrendered them, teased and pleasured her. Grace came to many orgasms that night and in between she slept peacefully. Mistress Amanda remained at Grace's computer and bedside all night long. She made coffee and kept herself awake while her girl experienced orgasm after orgasm with periods of real sleep between them.

Mistress Amanda stayed awake all night and finally when the clock was at 9am she put the blankets back over her girl and removed the headphones. "Time to wake up Grace," She said. "The slut is done for the night."

Grace opened her eyes and said, "Good morning Mistress, I had such arousing dreams."

"I know you did my girl, I would have been surprised had you not. Good morning my sweet girl, how do you feel?"

"I feel great Mistress, but uhm," she paused for a moment and looked down, "I feel very horny." She blushed and trembled as she said the words and her ears turned red and her hands shook.

"You blush so prettily my girl, but it isn't you that feels horny. It is the slut I am creating. Don't let it bother you."

"Yes Mistress."

Grace looked at the clock. "did You stay awake all night Mistress?"

"I did my girl. But I wanted to be sure it would go right. You are important to me."

Grace smiled. "Did it?" she asked.

"It did."

"Would you like breakfast Mistress?"

"That would be lovely my girl."

Grace made her Mistress breakfast and then knelt at her feet and set her own breakfast on a chair beside Her. "Thank you my girl, this is pretty good."

"I am glad You like it Mistress, I am not much of a cook but it is hard to ruin breakfast."

"True enough my girl. So, lets talk about the slut."

"About her Mistress? Not about me?"

"I am creating her as a different person my girl. But I will need you to tell me how she is doing and what she is experiencing and etc, because the slut doesn't have her own voice."

"Yes Mistress," Grace said looking slightly relieved.

"So I noticed a lot of moaning and movement my girl. Did the slut have good dreams?"

"She had horny dreams Mistress. She dreamed that she lay there, unable to move, while you teased and tormented her with your hands, and while you brought her to orgasm over and over."

"That sounds like my slut had good dreams then my girl."

"She liked them Mistress. Though she got tired of it after a while and only wanted to sleep."

"To be expected. She isn't much of a slut yet my girl. But she is there."

"But I am concerned Mistress."

"About what my girl?"

"Well, when you finally put the slut in me as you said you would, won't it me be who feels such feelings?"

"Yes my girl. And?"

"Well, I don't want to feel them for just anyone. I don't want to end up being a slut, but only your slut, if you catch the difference."

"I do my girl. And I will see to it that that is the case. You will only be aroused for me. How is that?"

"Thank you Mistress."

"And how do you feel about the slut my girl?"

"She is disturbing Mistress."

"How so?"

"Well, she was obviously having fun, but its scary as well as exciting."

"I understand my girl. Sometimes we are bound in chains that were created in our youth and it takes much to break them."

"I don't understand Mistress."

"You will my girl, don't worry about it. Just remember it."

"Yes Mistress."

Once they finished breakfast Grace went to clean up but Mistress Amanda stopped her. "Now I need to sleep my girl. I don't trust myself to drive home, so do you object to me sleeping in your bed?"

"Of course not Mistress. Do you wish me to change the sheets for you?"

"No my girl, I am quite happy to sleep surrounded by the smell of the sluts arousal."

Grace blushed.

"Why do you blush m y girl?"

"Well, she was very aroused Mistress, I'm sure the smell is strong."

"And so?"

"Well, wouldn't you prefer to sleep in clean sheets?"

"No I wouldn't my girl. I like the smell of my sluts arousal. As long as it isn't old. You will change your sheets every other day to keep the smell fresh, but I think even you will come to appreciate the smell of an aroused slut."

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress Amanda could see the war being fought behind her girls eyes. One part of her wanted what the slut seemed to have, and the other part was afraid. She smiled to herself. Her girl would come around. And she would finally be free of the evil done to her.

"While I sleep I want you lay on the couch and listen to my CD. The slut has a long way to go my girl, and I want her to come into being as fast as I can arrange it."

"Yes Mistress."

"You don't have anything planned for the day do you my girl?"

"No Mistress."

"Good. Now come and tuck me in. I want a good night kiss and hug from my girl before I sleep."

"Yes Mistress," Grace replied following her into the bedroom. She hugged her Mistress and kissed her on the lips lightly, and while her Mistress held her she trembled, but held on anyway.

"That will get better my girl. The slut will help you."

"Yes Mistress," she replied "sweet dreams."

Grace picked up the CD player and began to leave the room. "Set your alarm for 3pm and you can wake me as soon as you wake my girl."

"Yes Mistress," she replied.

Mistress Amanda got up and made sure Grace was installed on the couch with her headphones on and then She went back to bed. Her girls predicament was arousing to her and she decided to add to the smell the slut had left in her girls bed. Then she slept.

She woke to Grace leaning over her and whispering in her ear. "Its three PM Mistress, you wanted me to wake you."

Mistress Amanda stretched and replied, "Thank you my girl. How are you doing?"

"I am well Mistress, but I am all wet."

"Oh so I see," Mistress Amanda said, looking between her girls legs to see that the juices had leaked down her legs. "Good. I see the slut has been busy while I slept."

"Yes indeed Mistress. She had more dreams and she got me all wet." Grace replied looking shamefaced.

"No worries my girl, it is perfectly natural. The slut will get you all wet often. But the slut enjoys that sort of thing. Let's go shower. That will fix your problem."

"Yes Mistress."

They cleaned up and Grace was very nervous about showering with another person, but Mistress Amanda never touched more than her hands or her hair which she washed for her. Grace did the same for her Mistress.

"You seem to be ok being naked around me my girl."

"Yes Mistress. You inspire confidence, and aside from that moment last night when you held my hands, you have not done anything to make me fear you."

"I know my girl. But I must tell you that it is hard to not touch you in the way I'd want to touch you if you were free of your chains."

"Will that ever happen Mistress?"

"Yes my girl, it will. I am more confident now. The slut is taking to the training very well."

"Yes Mistress," Grace said, confused.

"You don't understand."

"No Mistress."

"Its ok, you don't need to. At least for now. You will one day though."

"Alright Mistress," Grace smiled.

"They ate a light meal that Grace fixed and served, and then Mistress Amanda said to her, "Alright my girl, I want to do some things to you and my slut before I leave. I have to go home for the night."

Grace looked disappointed but said "yes Mistress. Will you come back?"

"Of course my girl. I will be back tomorrow."

Grace smiled. "I will miss you Mistress."

"As I shall miss you my naked girl. For now, I want you on the couch again."

Grace lay on the couch looking up at her Mistress expectantly. Mistress Amanda looked at her lovingly and then said a word. Grace immediately fell asleep. It was over an hour later that Grace woke feeling fresh and happy and full of energy. She looked at the clock. "Oh my Mistress, how time has flown. I hardly feel like any time has passed."

"I know my girl. Its a side effect of the trance state and my work in your mind."

"Yes Mistress."

"Now I want you to dress and escort me to my car my girl. You may carry my bag with my recording gear. I am going to need it at home tonight."

"Yes Mistress," Grace said and dressed.

Once dressed Grace carried her Mistress' bag down to the car, following her Mistress two steps behind and she put the bag in the trunk once Mistress Amanda had opened it.

"I will miss you my girl. And I will miss my slut," She said.

"I will miss You too Mistress, as will your slut I am sure."

"Do I get a hug and a kiss my girl?"

Grace smiled and fell into Her arms, and trembled only slightly in her Mistress' arms. "Now my girl, hold here for a moment while I explain something to you."

Grace stayed still, trembling slightly in Mistress Amanda's arms and listened.

"Do you remember that you gave me your arms and hands?"

"Yes Mistress."

"They are going to be doing things to my slut whenever the opportunity arises. If you need them for any reason, they will be yours to command as it should be, but in moments of quiet, they will be busy working on my slut."

"On me you mean Mistress?"

"Not really my girl. In a very big way you and the slut are two very different people. So I want you to think of her as another person. But you may find it a bit uncomfortable."

"Yes Mistress."

"I left you my email address and cell phone number. If you need me for any reason you are to either call or email depending on the urgency of the need. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now I want you and the slut to be good girls."

"We will Mistress. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"And I can't wait to come back my girl. Have a good night and I will see you tomorrow evening. I will call before I come and you can make supper for me."

"Yes Mistress, I will be happy to."

"Good night my girl."

"Good night Mistress."

And then Mistress Amanda got in her car and left. Grace returned to her apartment and sat down at her computer. She could smell the odour of arousal from the sluts night of excitement mingled with an odour that wasn't hers though she didn't know it. She put on some music and sat at her computer reading an e novel. As she read her hands rested at her side, but not for long. Her hands suddenly became her Mistresses hands and began teasing her. Or rather, began teasing the slut. She thought of the slut as an entirely different person and the sluts arousal didn't bother her in the least. The smell of arousal in the room grew. She continued reading, every few minutes she'd take her hand away from the sluts body as she thought of it and would scroll the page down so she could read further. but after a while the sluts arousal got to her and she decided to watch a show instead.

She put on a streaming show she liked on the computer and sat there and watched while her hands returned to their torment of the slut. When the slut came Grace moaned loudly crying out, part of her wishing it was her that her Mistress' hands were teasing and toying with. Already in her mind it was cemented that she and the slut were two completely separate beings. The orgasm over, she returned her attention to her show. and that was how she spent the night. Her eyes would watch the show, while her Mistress' hands would play with the slut, bringing her over and over to orgasm and making her more and more aroused. After a while the slut began to experience multiple orgasms and Grace found it hard to focus on the show.

The smell of arousal and sex in the room was almost visible to the eye by the time she was ready for bed. She lay down and the smell of her Mistress was more clear. The slut became aroused by the thought that her Mistress had been aroused in Grace's bed. But Grace didn't think much of it. She put on her headphones and hit play on the CD player and lay down. Almost immediately she fell into a deep trance to repeat the events of the night before.




The Slut



In her dreams she watched her Mistress toy with the slut, who looked exactly like herself. She watched as her Mistress made the slut come over and over again, and deep within her she felt stirrings that she ignored because they were dangerous.

She woke sweaty and smelling of sex, but refreshed and feeling wonderful. It was 10 am and the day was young. She got up and had some breakfast and after cleaning up the kitchen she cleaned up her apartment in expectation of her Mistress' visit. When she got to the bedroom it reeked of pussy, of sex, and of arousal. She changed her sheets and put them in the wash and once everything was cleaned up she went and sat on the couch in the living room and watched TV. She realized that she had not dressed when suddenly her hands, or more properly her Mistress' hands began to do their work on the slut again. She wondered why she had not dressed. It was unlike her to walk around naked no matter that she was always alone. She resolved to dress but soon forgot about it as the slut was teased into an orgasm making Grace cry out.

After the orgasm passed she got up and went into her bedroom to find some clothing. She reached into her top drawer for some panties, (conservative and functional rather than pretty) and one hand slapped the other away. She dropped the panties back in the drawer in surprise. She reached for them again and again, her other hand slapped her hand away. ok, she thought, no panties. She reached for a bra. Again her other hand slapped the first away. 'ok, no bra either.' Then she wondered if she would be allowed to dress at all. She opened another drawer and reached for a pair of pants. Again she was slapped. she went to the closet to get a skirt that hung from a hanger and again she was slapped. Being stubborn she reached for a top and again her hand was slapped away. 'I guess I am supposed to be naked,' she thought to herself, and went and sat at her computer. She pulled up her word processor and began to type without really seeing what she was typing.

"The slut tried to dress today but Mistress' hands taught her she shouldn't. After several attempts to reach for clothing that were prevented with slaps, the slut learned her lesson. she is to be naked except when it is needful to dress. The slut is very horny today and has come many times. in my dreams I watched Mistress tease and torment her and bring her to orgasm over and over. The slut seemed to enjoy it a lot. Watching it touched something deep inside me that was enticing as well as scary. Sometimes I wish I could be a little like her."

Then she saved the document in a new folder titled, "The slut diary" and emailed a copy of the journal to her Mistress. Then she seemed to wake from a daze and she went to fix a snack. After she had finished eating, she sat at her computer and listened to music and tried to read. Every time her hands weren't needed they teased the slut. Grace tried to focus on the reading but the sluts aroused torment and teasing eventually overcame her ability to focus and she gave up. So she put on some music and lay on her bed letting her Mistress' hands do as they would. She knew the slut would have a good day. And the slut did. Mistresses hands brought her to orgasm over and over. Her fingers fucked the slut silly and teased her clit so much it was almost raw. Grace kept an eye on the clock and as soon as she could she got up to fix dinner and the sluts torment/training stopped while she prepared dinner for her Mistress.

She kept her hands busy as much as possible, but every once in a while she had to wait for things. Every time she waited her Mistresses hands got busy on the slut. Then it would be time for something else to be done and she'd get control of her hands again. But then all was cooking and the table was set. Her Mistresses place at the head of the table, and her own place on a chair at her Mistresses side. With nothing to do her Mistresses hands got busy again. She gave in with a sigh and went to lay on the couch and let her Mistresses hands have their way with the slut. She knew there was no fighting it.

Her Mistresses hands brought the slut to two orgasms before Grace heard a knock at the door. She got up and ran to answer it, but realized she was still naked and became cautious. She looked through the peephole and saw her Mistress. She hid behind the door to hide her nakedness as she opened it and said quietly, "please come in Mistress."

"Good girl," Mistress Amanda smiled and closed the door behind her. She put down the bag she was carrying and took her girl in her arms and held her tightly. Grace trembled but was glad of the closeness and felt the strength in the arms that held her. Her trembling eased ever so slightly. She took in her Mistresses scent. She was wearing a perfectly lovely perfume and smelled divine. "You smell lovely Mistress. You look lovely as well."

"Thank you my girl. You look good too."

Grace blushed. "Your hands wouldn't let me dress Mistress."

"I am aware my girl. Part of the sluts training is all."

"So I understood Mistress. Am I correct in assuming that had I needed to go out I would have been allowed to dress?"

"Yes my dear."

"Ok Mistress."

"Your needs will always come first my girl. Unless of course I am there to make the decisions. In which case, I will make them."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"And how is my slut my girl?"

"She is sore, and horny, Mistress," Grace replied. "She has had many orgasms today and your hands have kept her busy whenever I didn't need them for something."

"Good. Very good my girl. I am sure my slut is well on her way to being properly trained."

"Yes Mistress," Grace agreed without understanding at all. "Supper is almost ready Mistress."

"Good girl. It smells lovely."

"It is just something simple Mistress, but I think you will like it. its one of my favourites."

"I am sure I will as well my girl." Mistress Amanda agreed as Grace took her coat and hung it on the hooks by the door.

"Would you like a drink before dinner Mistress?"

"Yes I would my girl, you may have one for yourself as well if you wish it."

"Thank you Mistress," Grace replied and headed for the kitchen.

She returned in a couple of minutes with two drinks. She served one to her Mistress who was seated on the couch and then knelt at her feet and sipped her own.

"How are you feeling my girl?"

"I am well Mistress, but a little annoyed.'

"Why my girl?"

"Well, every time I get to doing something your hands start working on the slut and soon she cums. Not that I mind her cumming but it breaks my concentration and I lose track of what I'm doing."

"What were you doing my girl?"

"Mostly trying to read Mistress."

"Ah yes. That could be a problem." Mistress Amanda paused then went on. "If you like my girl, I can make it so the slut will only cum when I tell her to."

"Oh yes Mistress, that would be fantastic. I might get some peace then for a little while at least."

"Good. I will take care of that after supper."

"Thank you Mistress."

Grace put down her drink and her hands immediately started in on the slut. Mistress Amanda smiled and watched. "How does my slut feel Grace?"

"She is horny Mistress. She is wet and wanton and is looking forward to another orgasm, but she is sore and her clitoris is in pain," Grace replied. Then the hands released the slut as Grace reached for her glass and took a sip. The moment she put it down however her hands went back to their work.

"I can give my hands something that will ease up on the sluts clit if you think it would help my girl."

"Oh please Mistress, she is enjoying herself but her poor clit is rubbed raw."

Mistress Amanda reached into her purse and brought out a small pink vibrator. "I just bought this for the slut today my girl. I am sure she will find it useful and it will keep her clit from becoming raw."

"She thanks you Mistress, as do I."

"I am glad you aren't afraid of it my girl."

"If it were for me I would be Mistress, but that is the sort of thing the slut will like very much."

"I am sure my girl. I want you to understand that it is not for you. You may not use it at all."

"Yes Mistress, not that I would want to."

"I understand my girl, but I want you to keep it near the slut at all times so that when she is to be trained it is near my hands so they can put it to good use. And always replace the batteries when they die."

"Yes Mistress. I will."

"Good. Here are a couple of spare batteries I picked up so you won't have to run out to the store for a while." Mistress Amanda handed her a small package of high quality double A batteries.

"Thank you Mistress." Grace reached for the vibrator and the batteries and put them down near her drink. She picked up the drink and took another sip and when she put it down her Mistresses hands took over and tormented the slut. Suddenly they grabbed the little pink vibrator and turned it on and put it to the sluts pussy lips and plunged it inside the sluts wet orifice.

"You are welcome my girl. How does my slut like that"

"Your slut likes it very much Mistress, she is mad with desire," Grace moaned.

"Good slut. Good Grace."

"Thank you Mistress," Grace panted.

Just then they heard the stove buzzer go off and Grace got control of her hands. "Supper is ready Mistress. May I serve you?"

"You may my girl." Mistress Amanda replied getting up.

Grace followed, keeping the vibrator in her hand. She carried it into the kitchen with her as she followed her Mistress and she put it down on the chair next to her place setting. Then she served dinner to her Mistress and then served herself,

They talked as they ate, and Grace was very thankful that her Mistresses hands didn't interrupt. "Shepherds pie my girl, I love it. It is one of my favourites as well. And you did it well."

"Thank you Mistress."

Mistress Amanda watched her girl as they ate. She noticed that Grace finally seemed at ease naked in front of her and she didn't blush nearly so much. They were small gains, but they were gains and she was satisfied. For the moment.

Grace ate eagerly. she was so happy to be with her Mistress again she just wanted to get the meal over with. Mistress asked her questions and she answered happily. Most of them were about the slut and Grace happily told her Mistress all about the dreams she had had about watching Mistress Amanda bring the slut to orgasm over and over. But she was eager to have the slut stop cumming so much.

Finally supper was ready and she picked up and started to fill the sink to wash the dishes when Mistress Amanda said "leave that my girl. I need you to dress."

"Yes Mistress." She replied and ran to her bedroom, stopping only to pick up the pink vibrator and carry it with her as she had been ordered.

When she was finished dressing she returned still holding the vibe in her hand. she found Mistress Amanda on the phone. "You can bring it up now and I'll show you where I want it installed." She paused. "Yes, thank you. Apartment 216. Good."

"Here hand me that my girl," Mistress Amanda said pointing at the vibe. Grace gave it to her and she stuck it in Her purse. "What is going on Mistress?"

"I am having something installed in your bedroom to further the training of my slut my girl."

"Yes Mistress."

Grace was dying to know what it was, but she knew that her Mistress would have told her if she was meant to know. So she sat patiently until finally there was a knock at the door. "Come with me my girl." Mistress Amanda said and went to answer the door. There were two men standing there with something about the width and length of a queen sized bed but only a few inches thick covered with a blanket. "Ok my girl," Mistress Amanda said handing her the car keys. "There are a couple of bags in my trunk and a suitcase in the back seat. Take as many trips as you need to and please don't drop anything some of it is fragile."

"Yes Mistress," Grace replied and passed the men in the hallway. It took her a minute to get there and when she grabbed the first bag it was heavy. She carried it up to her apartment. The men were no longer at the door and she could hear the sounds of tools coming from her bedroom. "Don't worry about that my girl. Just set down my bag here in the kitchen and go get the rest please."

"Yes Mistress," Grace smiled.

Two more trips and the task was done. Mistress Amanda indicated that she was to sit in a chair beside her Mistress as they waited for the men to finish and leave. It didn't take long. Twenty minutes after Grace finished her task the men came out and one said, "All done Amanda Ma'am."

Mistress Amanda replied, "Thank you Tom," and handed him some money. Tom didn't even count it, he just put it in his pocket and the two men left nodding at Grace.

"Ok my girl. I have things I want to do. Here is the sluts vibe to carry with you again," She said handing the pink toy to her. "Now I want my girl naked again."

Grace stripped off her clothes without hesitation.

"Sit please," Mistress Amanda said.

Grace did and looked at her expectantly.

Mistress Amanda said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance.

"Alright my girl. Sluts dress a certain way, and they wear makeup and etc, and I want my slut dressed and made up. So that is what we are going to do." She paused and then went on. "But first the matter of the orgasms." She spoke for a few minutes and Grace promptly forgot what was said.

"Now get up my girl . I want you to remain in trance and not wake up, but I want you to shower and get cleaned up. Then I want you to shave the hair on your pussy. Ok my girl?"

"Yes Mistress," she replied and got up in trance and headed to the shower.

Mistress Amanda returned to the bathroom with her shopping bag in hand, just as Grace, still in trance, was finishing her shaving. Mistress Amanda helped her dry off and put the lid down on the toilet and sat her on it. She opened up a package of black nylon stockings and garter belt and helped her girl put them on. Next came a pair of sexy strappy black heels. The last item was a demi-bra cut so fine as to reveal Grace's nipples.

"That is a much better outfit for my slut."

"Yes Mistress," Grace replied, still in trance.

"Now for the makeup," Mistress Amanda said pulling some more things out of her bag. "Come stand in front of the mirror please Grace, I need to do my sluts makeup."

Grace did, still not really registering anything but the command of her Mistress as she was still in trance.

"Now I want you to pay attention my girl. You will have to do the sluts make up every day."

"Yes Mistress."

It took only a few minutes. Mistress Amanda explained each step as she went, and how Grace should use each item. When she was done Grace was even more beautiful than Mistress had ever seen her. "Now my girl a lot of women wear makeup and they are not sluts. But I want you to always make sure the sluts nipples are rouged well enough to see the colour." She handed Grace the brush and Grace dipped it in the blush and brushed some onto her nipples until they showed a somewhat more pinkish colour. "Good my girl. Next comes the sluts pussy lips. The pink will make them look more aroused and draw attention to them."

Grace again dipped the brush in the blush and then brushed some onto the lips between her legs.

"Good. Now look in the mirror. This is how I want my slut to look all the time my girl."

"Yes Mistress,' Grace replied looking into the full length mirror on the bathroom wall. Grace calmly noted how the slut looked and knew she would always see to it that her Mistresses slut would look like that from now on.

"Doesn't my slut look good Grace?"

"Yes she does Mistress."

"I'm glad you like her. Now follow me. We've got a lot to do tonight my girl."

Mistress Amanda led the way to Grace's bedroom.

Grace saw without seeing, the two cameras mounted on tripods at either side and near the foot of her bed. she noted without seeing, the very large mirror on her ceiling over her bed with the words, "the slut" at the top of it over the head of her bed.

Mistress indicated that she should lie down and Mistress sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Grace still had the pink vibe in her hand and Mistress began to talk to her for a long while, giving her instructions and planting post hypnotic suggestions.

Then she sat at the computer and said the word that would bring her out of it. Grace quickly looked over at her Mistress and smiled feeling wonderfully refreshed and energized.

"You have been having your way with me Mistress," she smiled. "last thing I remember we were in the kitchen."

"Indeed my girl. Not in the way I would like, but still, it was indeed fun. I want you to focus on the ceiling for a moment please my girl."

Grace looked up and saw the mirror. It was a magnifying mirror and she could see every detail of how the slut was dressed and made up. and suddenly her perspective changed, it was as if she were looking down at the slut from above. almost as if she were floating above her bed looking at her Mistresses slut who was lying on the bed. She knew it was her Mistresses slut she was looking at because above the sluts head were the words, "the slut"

"Do you see the slut my girl?"

"Yes I do Mistress, she is beautiful. And frightening. She seems so free to be able to dress like that and wear makeup."

"Describe her to me please Grace."

In the bed Grace's eyes focused completely on the mirror above her bed, but still she looked down on the slut below her.

"She is wearing a garterbelt and stockings Mistress, and black high heel strappy shoes. She is not wearing any underwear. Her bra is barely there Mistress and her breasts and even her nipples are exposed. Her nipples and pussy are brushed slightly pink and look very inviting Mistress. Her face is beautifully made up, black mascara, pink blush and eyeshadow and lipstick and her hair is down about her shoulders rather than tied back the way I would keep my own."

"And what do you think of her my dear girl?"

"She is beautiful and free and dangerous Mistress."

"Why dangerous."

"It is dangerous to be so free Mistress, to attract the feelings of lust by expressing ones own."

"You know that isn't always true right my girl?"

Grace hesitated then replied, "sort of Mistress. If my step father hadn't been who he was, maybe things would have been different."

"That's a step in the right direction my girl. For now don't think about it," Mistress Amanda said as she saw Grace's face crinkle in the beginnings of self battle. Grace's face relaxed and the smile returned to her face as she gazed at her Mistress' slut.

"Ok my girl, I have a task for you."

"Yes Mistress?"

"I want you to tell me everything the slut is doing, and everything she is feeling. You are the only one who can do that because you and she are connected at a very deep level. Will you please do that for me?"

"Of course Mistress." Grace smiled.

"Your slut is smiling Mistress, she is happy, and she is horny. She likes how she is dressed and how she looks Mistress."

"Good. Now watch." and then Mistress said a word and the sluts hands, the hands that Grace had surrendered to her Mistress started moving.

"Your hands are teasing your slut Mistress, they are caressing her belly. They are moving up to her breasts and teasing them, caressing them. Your slut is beginning to get very aroused Mistress."

"Good. Keep going. Describe everything you see to my girl."

"Yes Mistress. Your hands are pinching her nipples lightly, ooo she likes that though it hurts a little. She's got some pink on your fingers now but they aren't stopping. They are caressing her chest, and her neck, touching her face lightly, like fairy wings. ooo Mistress, your slut is sooo horny. She feels so good and so free. Your hands are moving down her body now Mistress trailing passionate fire in their wake, arousing every inch of your sluts skin. Now they are at her vagina Mistress...."




The Slut Auction



It had to be said; so far the party stank. Really, it could hardly have been termed a party, only a few of our friends were able to show up at such short notice and none of them had brought their wives or girlfriends with them. The only other people milling around our lounge were my wife Kate and my self and Kate's cousin Jackie, the guest of honour.

Jackie had been living overseas for several years and, although she and Kate had been close as children, they had obviously not seen much of each other in the interim years. But a rather messy divorce had brought her back home and this was the first time that I had met her. When I first saw her I was quite impressed. Although well past thirty now, she still looked good. A shaggy mane of blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and a pair of good legs protruded graphically from denim shorts that were way shorter than Kate would ever wear. Her figure was complimented my a nice swell in the front of her red T-shirt that offered the promise of a perky pair of breasts. Kate had cause to admonish me on a couple of occasions for staring at her a little to obviously. I'm sure that Jackie had noticed as well, but if she had she just laughed my attention off with a flick of her blonde hair.

"I don't mean to be ungrateful, guys," said Jackie as she sashayed up to Kate and I, her long, slender legs still extending from the ends of her shorts, "but this party sucks! I've seen more action in a graveyard!"

"We know!" I replied. "Kate and I were just debating how to get things to liven up a little. You got any suggestions?"

"Yes, c'mon Jackie," Kate chipped in, "you were always the one to get things going in the old days!"

I saw Jackie and my wife share a sly grin, presumably recalling long forgotten escapades.

"Well, why don't we play a game?"

Thoughts of Scrabble and Monopoly suddenly filled me with dread.

"Bit dull, don't you think?" I said.

"Not the game I've got in mind! You ever heard of "Auction Jack"?

Both Kate and I shook our heads in the negative. I had to admit to being intrigued though, it sounded more fun than Gin Rummy!

Jackie explained the simple rules. A volunteer would stand up to be auctioned. The others would bid hard cash - the money donated to a charity - and whoever finally "bought" the volunteer could demand that they carry out an amusing or embarrassing task - the big thing was, in the game Jackie played, the task could be literally anything. No holds barred! The others seemed to think that this idea was a good one (I'm sure they would have chosen anything over the boring music and sullen silences that pervaded the room).

"Okay, I'll go first!" cried Jackie. 

Everyone cheered. The party seemed to be picking up!

"Who will start the bidding?" I announced as self appointed auctioneer. 

Jackie was standing on a coffee table in the middle of the room, her eyes down and hands clasped behind her back in typical "slave" style. Standing in her bare feet, her legs looked even longer and sexier than they did before.

"Five bucks" cried Kate, laughing.

Jackie looked at her cousin indignantly "Five? I think I'm worth a fuck sight more than that!"

"Any advance?" I said

"Ten!" Lenny Jacobs was enjoying an unprecedented night away from his wife and seemed determined to get into the atmosphere that was fast developing.

Suddenly Jackie pulled up the top of her T-shirt. Gasps were heard all around the room as, braless, her full breasts were exposed. I was shocked to say the least, but a true male, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the ripe example of womanhood in front of me. I expected my wife to say something, to admonish her cousin for her lewd behaviour. Reluctantly I tore my eyes from Jackie's tits and looked over at Kate. Surprise number two. Far from being shocked or disgusted as I almost expected, she was staring as intently as I and the other three guys had been. I watched her face as, very slowly, her pink tongue slipped out and slid gracefully over her upper lip.

"C'mon, guys and girls!" Jackie almost shouted, "these tits gotta be worth more than ten bucks!"

"Fifty!" Frank's voice was almost a whisper, but I heard it perfectly.

"Sold!" I announced. "She's all yours, Frank!"

"Slowly sauntering over to Frank, Jackie put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.

"So, what would you have me do?" she said finally breaking the embrace.

"Letting me suck on those nipples would be good!" 

The room had gone deathly silent with Frank's request. For just a second Jackie just stared at him. I wondered if he had gone too far. Then, slowly, my wife's cousin cupped the underside of her breasts and held them up in a kind of sacrificial offering. In a flash Frank's greedy lips had closed over her hardening nipples and sucked them fiercely into his mouth. Jackie gasped out loud obviously excited by the way her skin was being stretched and closed her hands behind Frank's head encouraging him to suck deeper and harder. Nobody seemed to know where to look or what to say, and consequently the room was filled with silent observers simply watching Frank's oral caresses. With his head virtually buried in Jackie's cleavage, his hand dropped and began to lightly fondle the crotch of her shorts. Immediately, she pulled his head away and playfully slapped his hand.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed, "you didn't pay enough for that!"

Frank was mortified. The bulge in his pants was obvious to everyone and he began to stutter almost uncontrollable digging his wallet out and fishing around for more cash.

"No. No!" continued Jackie, "Someone else's turn now! C'mon Kate, lets see you follow that!" 

I was again surprised that, without a murmur, my usually very conservative wife walked forward and, kicking off her high heels, replaced her cousin standing on the table. Although still a little shocked, I was pleased to notice that Jackie had made no attempt to cover herself up again. Her breasts remained completely exposed and the crotch of her shorts seemed to be wedged a little higher between her legs.

I took over my duties as auctioneer again as my own wife stood in front of me. I wasn't sure about her letting one of our friends suck her tits as her cousin had done, but I was extremely sceptical about destroying the atmosphere of the party.

"I bid ten!" shouted George. He hadn't had a chance to bid on Jackie and seemed keen to join in the fun.

"Ten bid!" I replied.

The bids then started to fly. Twenty, thirty, fifty. I was about to sell for the same amount that Jackie had raised when I heard her voice echo from the back of the room.

"Five hundred bucks!"

Again the room went completely silent. At first all eyes were on the grinning Jackie, then slowly turning to me to judge my response. What could I do? What could I say?

"Er...Sold, I suppose!" I managed to say.

Cheers went up around the room for the valiant purchaser. I remained a little more quiet, sobering thoughts going through my mind. What task would Kate be expected to complete for that sort of cash? 

"What do you want me to do, Jackie?" Kate's voice sounded a lot more confident that I had expected.

"I think you know, Kate. Remember the last time we were together? Our promise?"

"Yes, I remember." Kate looked directly into her cousins eyes. This was more than just a friendly glance.

"It's time for you to make that promise good, hon - take off your panties and lie down on the floor!"

Frank, George and I all looked at each other in complete bemusement. I think my friends expected me to have the answers to their unvoiced questions but, truth be told, I was just as baffled as they were. All I had managed to work out was that Kate and her cousin had obviously made some sort of deal when they were teenagers and that the deal appeared to be extremely sexual in nature. Not only that but, from the way that Kate was wriggling out of her panties and obeying her older relations instructions with out a word of argument, it seemed that the deal was going to be sealed in front of us all!

"Please let me do this, John," my wife pleaded with me as she sat back against the wall with her legs spread. "Last time Jackie and I met we experimented. I kissed her pussy. She loved it so much she wanted to do the same to me. But then we heard her mom coming and had to stop. That was nearly twenty years ago and I've had to wait until now to let her keep her promise."

How could I interfere? Why would I want to? I'd have to be a complete idiot to put a stop to this, I thought!

"That's fine, girls! As long as you don't mind us watching, I don't think you'll get any arguments from us boys!"

I heard grunts of agreement immediately from my three friends. We decided to sit and watch the action from the comfort of the sofa.

Slowly, Jackie sank to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards my wife's spread legs. Kate's eyes were closed, her hands planted firmly on the carpeted floor. Her breathing heavy and deep with anticipation. I watched intently as Jackie moved between her open thighs and began to gently stroke the hot flesh of my wife's legs. Her hands travelled the length of her long, tapered limbs, down to her feet, massaging her toes softly and then slowly back up tracing gentle patterns with her fingernails. Further up and up Jackie's hands travelled until they were on the insides of Kate's thighs again only inches from her now visible pussy. Kate moaned out loud as she felt her cousins cool fingers gently pry open her pink, wet labia and slowly rotate a digit over her engorged clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My wife's clitoris was not the only thing round here engorged. I realised that whilst I had been watching the show that was being put on, I had developed an erection that was straining painfully in my pants. I threw a fleeting look at my sofa companions and realised that they all sported major bulges as well! Not surprising really, I thought!

We all watched closely as Jackie's head began to sink lower and lower between Kate's open thighs. Kate howled and I knew that her cousin's tongue had made contact.

"Oh...yes....lick me Jacks...suck me baby!"

For a second, Jackie raised her head and smacked her lips. The broad smile on her face told the whole story; she had obviously been waiting to do this for a long time.

"Just lie back and enjoy, baby!"

And then her head was gone again; buried between my wife's thighs and loud slurping and sucking noises echoed around the room. Kate, it seemed, was finding it tough to keep still. Her head rocked back and forth as she received the exquisite tongue bath that she had been promised for so long. Her hips bounced raising her butt up from the floor and almost presenting her pussy as a gift to her lover. I had never really thought of my wife as bisexual and a part of me wondered if this revelation would change anything between us. I didn't really know the answer to that, all I did know was that I would be more than happy for her to entertain me in this fashion as often as she wanted to!

"Oh God, Jackie! I'm gonna....cum....Oh, God.....Yes...yes..yes...YESSSSSSSSSS!!!"

As her orgasm ripped through her body, Kate's hips jumped up and down like a kid on a trampoline. Jackie had slipped her hands under her cousin's butt to support her as her face flooded with fluid, and, at the point that Kate orgasmed, I saw her lover slide a finger between her butt cheeks and up deep into her anus causing her to shake uncontrollably and release another jet of sex juice into Jackie's mouth.

Leaving my trembling wife, writhing and twitching on the carpet, Jackie stood and took off her top completely.

"Time for a little more fun now, boy's" she said laughing in our direction. "You all look like you got boners fit to burst!" Now a little recovered from her shattering climax's, Kate joined her cousin and stood by her side in front of us. She had removed her clothes completely and her small, pert breasts contrasted beautifully with her cousin's fuller figure.

"Take them out boy's," said Kate, smiling, "Jackie and I are going to have a sucking race!"

Well, I couldn't have got my cock out quickly enough - although I think Frank still beat me to it! The girls started at each end of the sofa - George and me - and sucked like pro's! Jackie was working on me, and the thought of another woman's lips around my tool, coupled with the sight of my own wife gobbling one of our best friends, caused me to lose it big time! I don't think I've ever cum so fast! Next to me, Frank did little better and exploded into Jackie's mouth a few seconds before Kate managed to coax Lenny's semen from his balls with her lips locked around his glans and her little finger in his ass.

That night our three George, Lenny and Frank stayed over - no way were they going to leave! - None of us went to bed, but instead stayed up all night fucking, sucking and groping until the sun broke through the lounge windows. By then we were all completely exhausted. I'd cum at least three times - a definite record for me - and I'd lost count of the orgasms that the girls had experienced. It seemed that whilst Kate had never tried it, Jackie was no stranger to anal sex and we all had great fun watching as Frank, with Jackie's help, tried over and over to penetrate my wife's back door with his big dick. Eventually, however her tight rear opening did concede and she ended up with Frank dumping a huge load of his cum over her upturned ass cheeks.

The party may have turned into a gang-bang orgy, but I shall always remember it for the Auction game!