Unbound limits

Chapter Two

 

 

I finally fell asleep after personally eliciting an orgasm from Irene, even though by that time Michelle had worked her over pretty good.  When I awoke, it was to Michelle’s talented mouth warming me up to take either her or Irene yet again. When I looked over to my cumwhore, I saw that she was sound asleep, still bound the way I’d left her.  The whole room reeked of the lovely odor of fucking which only helped my cock respond to Michelle’s ministrations. 

 

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, fuckpussy?” I asked her while she took as much of my slippery cock into her mouth as she was able to.

 

Her mouth shot off my cock as If it had just burned her.

 

“Yes and it hurt!  You’re not gonna stick this thing in there!”

 

Casually reaching up, I took one of Michelle’s cute nipples between the thumb and finger of each hand and squeezed them firmly but not as hard as I could.  Michelle squealed and begged me to stop, slapping ineffectively at my wrists one time.

 

“It seems you have forgotten your place, or have yet to learn it, fuckpussy,” I said sternly. 

 

“I asked you a question and it demanded an answer.  Just a simple yes or no would have sufficed.  On top of that, you thought it would be a good idea to slap me?  You just earned a punishment, slut!”  I finally let go of her nipples and her hands rushed to cradle her abused little nubs

 

Irene had been awakened by Michelle’s squeals and was looking at her, then me, then back at her.  It was easy to tell she was dying to find out what the commotion had been about.

 

“It seems you are in a fortunate position now, fuckpussy.  I have to punish you in order for you to fully appreciate your position.  On the other hand, you are Mistress to cumwhore.  If you want to avoid personal pain, you could always tell cumwhore to take your punishment for you, even though you may not learn from the experience the way cumwhore will.”

 

 

Michelle quieted almost immediately, thinking about my words.  I have to point out at this time that while Irene is very submissive and attempts to get her way by teasing and cajoling, Michelle is more straightforward and just says what she wants, leaving a person to decide if they’re willing to do whatever it was she asked for.  My instant messaging and email contact with her had led me to believe she had the capacity to be a Domme and that was the original reason for offering her Irene as part of the deal.  Now was the test to see if she’d pass off her punishment to her slave or experience it first hand.

 

“Ummm… what is the punishment?” Michelle asked.

 

“You’re asking what the punishment is for talking that way to me, for striking me or for not addressing me respectfully just now?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Sorry, ummm… Master.  This is new to me though, ya know!”

 

“And that is why we’re here today.  So you can see that I’m willing to take personal responsibility for giving you both what you need, whether you want it or not.  So without knowing what the punishment will be, are you willing to submit to it or are you going to make cumwhore take it for you?”

 

Michelle rubbed her nipples for a moment to make them feel better; probably not even realizing she was doing so.  Quickly she made her decision.

 

“I can see now that what I did was wrong, from your standpoint.  So I guess I deserve something.  But I want Ire… I mean cumwhore, to take half too.  Is that okay… Master?” She asked, just about forgetting the respectful title once again.

 

“Disrespect is the theme of your infractions, fuckpussy.  I’m going to need to remind you of who is in charge.  In order to do that effectively, I need you to feel your punishment, so I’m prescribing a caning to your bare ass.  You want cumwhore to share your punishment, so you’ll only get half the number I think is appropriate.  I also don’t think it would be appropriate to do it in the hotel room, but I saw a wooded area near here, so that is what we’ll do first thing when we leave here this morning.”

 

“Whoa, wait a minute…” Michelle began, before stopping herself.  “Master, couldn’t you just let me off with a warning this one time?” she finished, attempting to reel her mouth in.

 

“You began to suck my cock just now, without even having to be told, which pleased me.  Here’s the deal, but don’t expect me to offer deals to either of you in the future.  If you can deep-throat my cock and make me cum within the next five minutes, the severity of your punishment will be greatly reduced.”

 

“So you won’t cane us, Master?” Michelle asked hopefully.

 

“Oh yes, but it’ll be a greatly reduced caning than I had in mind originally.”

 

Michelle was torn.  She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get all of me into her mouth, so it wasn’t going to be an easy challenge to overcome.   But she’d never considered the idea that she would be expected to submit to physical punishment as my slave either!  Her mind was in utter turmoil.

 

“May I speak with cumwhore before I decide, Master?” she asked.

 

“You may, but I’m not going to remove her gag yet,” I said.

 

“Thank you Master.”

 

“So can you take this caning he’s talking about?” Michelle asked Irene.

 

Irene nodded slowly, uncertain herself.

 

Looking back at me, Michelle spoke again.  “Okay, I’ll try then, Master.  Oh, I mean, fuckpussy will try,” she corrected herself.  “Ummm, do I get points for a best attempt at a deep-throat, Master?”

 

“If your lips don’t regularly contact my balls, then you haven’t succeeded.  You had better just ensure they do, don’t you think, fuckpussy?”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

Michelle quickly got to work, although I’d stayed hard through my entire conversation with her, thinking of the task I had ahead, so it wasn’t as if she could engulf me and let me grow harder while I was buried in her mouth.  Instead, she used as much saliva as she could produce to make my cock as slippery as possible then closed her eyes and forced her mouth past her own gag-point.  I felt her throat contract and she almost threw up on my cock, but I was already filling her throat so nothing would come out anyway. 

 

On the first attempt, her lips kissed my pubic hair.  She quickly withdrew, gulped, and tried again.  Michelle repeated the process with shorter pauses between each stroke until she found a rhythm that did not include the complete extraction of her mouth from my cock at all.  I watched her lovely lips engulfing my cock and I wished Irene wasn’t tied so I could rape her lips with my mouth.  I’d forgotten to check my watch, but I was fairly certain Michelle would get a throat-load within the five-minute window I’d given her.

 

It couldn’t have been any more than four minutes before I knew I was about to fill her stomach with jism.  At the last moment, I grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her off my cock.  The result was a stream of cum that flew through the air and landed on her forehead, followed by a second squirt that barely missed her eyeball, but caught her eye socket and ran down next to her nose to mix with the tears that she’d been unable to stop as she’d punished her own throat.  Just seeing that caused another couple of squirts that were almost solely the result of seeing her cum-splashed and tear stained face.

 

I pushed her away from me and quickly reached over, released Irene then unbuckled her ball gag.  It had been in her mouth for many hours now and her jaw must have absolutely ached, but I didn’t give her much of a chance to work her muscles.

 

“Clean up your Mistress, cumwhore,” I demanded.

 

Irene leapt to her task, licking all over Michelle’s face, brow and neck until the white mess was completely erased from her features.  By the time Irene was finished, I could see that Michelle was ready for more.  Her nether lips were puffed and her nipples were taut.

 

“May cumwhore ask a question?” Irene croaked, obviously surprised at the sound of her own voice in her ears.

 

“What is it cw?” I asked, abbreviating her new name for the first time.

 

“May this gyrl use the bathroom, Master?  Pleeeeease!”

 

“No.  You can wait.  Now, where’s your stuff?  I did tell you to bring a few things for the weekend, didn’t I?”

 

“We have a bag in Mistress’s car, Master,” Irene volunteered.

 

“Good.  fp, put on your shorts and your shirt and go get the bag.  I want to inspect what you brought.  Don’t bother with the bikini top this time and don’t button the shirt.  Just tie the shirttails so your lovely nipples are covered.  I tend to be a jealous Master.  I want to choose who sees them, but I want people to appreciate their full bouncing glory too.”

 

Michelle blushed, but obeyed.  The shirt was opaque, but with the cleavage on display it was more than obvious she was braless and her hardened nipples only made her covered chest more titillating than if she’d walked out topless.

 

As soon as Michelle had hurried from the room, I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and peed, ensuring I’d left the door open so Irene would hear.  When I returned to the bedroom, I untied the last of Irene’s bonds and coiled up the rope.  Pulling her into my arms, I lifted her to her toes, held her tightly and kissed her fiercely, dominating her soft lips and owning them too.

 

“Go run a bath, cw.  Usually I shower, but today I will take a bath.  You can bathe with me.”

 

We were in the tub when Michelle returned.  Irene had made me hard again, but I was not allowing her to make use of my erection.  When I heard the hotel-room door close, I pulled the plug on the bath and started the shower running.

 

“fp, come join us in the shower.  I want to explore you in greater detail.”

 

“Yes, Master,” was Michelle’s instant reply.

 

I was pleased to hear that.  This time there’d been no hesitation in either her response or the use of the word Master.  In seconds, there were two little naked Koreans with me under the spray. We stayed in the shower way too long, but it was fun.  Michelle told Irene to lick her pussy, which Michelle seemed to enjoy.  Michelle then returned the favor.  Both of them wanted me to take them under the water, but I refused.  I was saving myself for later.  That’s not to say that there weren’t hands and body parts ‘accidentally’ rubbing against my hard rod almost constantly, which challenged my resolve to its limits.

 

After finally emerging from the shower, with feet and hands like prunes, Michelle and Irene took turns drying me with the soft towels, not surprisingly spending a lot of time drying my genitals.

 

I left the bathroom, after personally drying them off, and enjoying every moment of it, with two nude and collared females in tow.  I’d been a little concerned about Irene’s collar in the water, but found that it hadn’t been a problem at all.  I ordered them into the display position Michelle had learned the evening before, then went to the bag Michelle had brought.

 

It was actually very small, which surprised me.  These were females, after all!

 

“Who brought the most stuff?” I asked my slaves.

 

“Your cumwhore didn’t bring much at all, Master.  Just the skirt, top and shoes you told me to bring.  And a toothbrush and makeup so this gyrl could look her best for you, Master.  Fuckpussy didn’t bring too much either, since she didn’t know if she’d be allowed to stay all night.”

 

“Who owns this tracksuit?”

 

“It’s mine, Master.  I was going to go for a jog this morning.”

 

Well, since there is only one skirt in here, either the track pants or the shorts are about to be ruined.  You choose which you care less about.”

 

Michelle thought about it for about five seconds, which was to me quite a long time.  “The track pants, Master.  May fuckpussy ask why?”

 

“No you may not.  Just put them on.”

 

As soon as she stood there topless, with just her track pants on, I spoke again, after admiring her slight camel-toe.  Picking up my very sharp knife I said,  “I’m going to tailor these for you.  There’s way too much material in these for a slut, much less a slave.  Stand still.  I don’t want to nick your skin.”

 

The first thing I did was slice into the fabric, cutting the pants into short-shorts, but making the inside leg seam longer than the outside leg seam instead of cutting a horizontal line.  I repeated this with the other leg.  Next I sliced through the outside leg seam right up to the waistband on either side, so that Michelle’s new shorts would flap in the breeze, the angle of the new hemline designed to catch the breeze more effectively, threatening to reveal to the world that she wore no panties, with each step she’d take. I then told her to put the top back on just the way it had been when she’d gone to her car. 

 

Pulling the skirt, blouse and heels out of the bag, I gave them to Irene and told her to dress.  She already knew better than to ask for underwear.  I went to my bag and withdrew the package of fishnets.  They were the elasticized type that would stay up without aid.  I handed the package to Michelle and told her to put one pair on and give the other pair to cw.

 

When the females were dressed, they looked more like hookers than students, with the tops of their stockings visible below the hem of shorts and skirt and Irene’s shoes making her calves look even sexier than usual.  I had Michelle don Irene’s high-heeled sandals and luckily they fitted, actually quite acceptable with the stockings.

 

“Master, cumwhore reeeeeeallly needs to use the bathroom, please Master, pleeeeeeease!”

 

Irene was standing there, looking particularly attractive, now doing the pee-pee dance.

 

“Hold it, slut.  I’ll let you know when you can go.”

 

Reaching back into my bag, I grabbed a black magic marker and, kneeling down next to first Michelle then Irene, I wrote just above the stocking top on the outside of each or their right legs.  I carefully printed a dollar sign then 200.

 

“May I ask what that’s for Master?” Michelle questioned.

 

“If someone comes up to you while we’re out and asks you for a blowjob, that’s what it’s going to cost them.  Of course I don’t expect that to happen and I made the price way outside the usual going rate anyway, but I like to be prepared in case someone with the balls actually does verbalize interest.  Both girls blushed but said nothing.

 

I had a rental car, but it was a sunny morning outside, so a strange looking trio left the hotel walking.  I was in jeans and a tee shirt, but Irene and Michelle were pink with embarrassment, walking one step behind me with their barely legal outfits on, no underwear and to cap it off, wearing collars with leashes held by me.  Irene’s was regular, just made of leather, while Michelle’s was made of rope.  In my pockets were the ball gag and the handcuffs and of course my knife.

 

We found the edge of the woods within ten minutes and I was pleased to see a path for joggers disappearing into it.  I led the females along the path, but it was not a leisurely stroll due to the footwear the females wore and the sticks and stones littering the dirt path.  We passed one early morning runner, who just about ran into a tree, he was so distracted.  I was scanning the area off into the woods and eventually I noticed a small clearing almost obscured by underbrush, which I led the females to, eliciting an ‘ouch’ when a bramble tore at Michelle’s thin shirt.

 

The clearing was just right.  Almost invisible from the track, a runner would have to be looking intently to see us.

 

“You’re first, fuckpussy,” I stated flatly.  You’ll receive six and they’re going to hurt.  Will you need the ball gag?”

 

Michelle’s knees visibly trembled.  She was obviously scared, which made my cock pulse.

 

“Yes please Master.”

 

I was very proud of her.  She wasn’t arguing, she had not once attempted to back out of our agreement and she hadn’t even expected to be collared when she’d arrived yesterday either!

 

I told Irene to fit the ball gag for Michelle while I took my knife and cut a sapling.  I stripped off the bark and leaves and swished it through the air, smiling when I heard one of the females gasp behind me.

 

Turning back to them, I saw Irene kneeling, in the display position, but with her hands in her lap and her knees not nearly as parted as they would have been in that position.  This was the ready position she’d learned from the books about Gor.  Michelle stood there trembling slightly, eyes wide, beautiful in the gag.

 

“Shorts off and hug that tree,” I demanded gruffly.

 

Michelle wildly looked around, partially for the tree I was telling her to hug, and partially to ensure there were no uninvited viewers.  Reluctantly, she did as she was told.  Her ass was a creamy white with the cutest tan-lines.  She was not a sun-bed girl, that’s for certain!  I took out the handcuffs and before she’d realized what I was doing, I’d cuffed her hands around the tree so she could not escape.

 

Going back behind her, I told Irene to count as I administered her punishment.  Without even waiting for confirmation that Irene had understood and agreed to my demand, I begun to swing the home made switch at Michelle’s twin globes, connecting squarely across both cheeks, hearing a muffled scream from Michelle and seeing a bright red line appear almost instantly.  After a one-second pause, Irene counted.

 

“One, Master.”

 

“Two, Master”

 

“Three, Master,”

 

After the third, I paused in order to stroke Michelle’s hair and calm her down.  She was a bit of a wreck, but at my command, spread her legs to a wider stance so I could feel between them.  She might have been in a lot of pain, but the wetness spoke of an excitement as well.  Three lovely stripes adorned her alabaster cheeks and my cock was uncomfortable in my jeans.

 

At length I continued her punishment.

 

“Four, Master.”

 

“Five, Master.”

 

“Sixxxxxx, Master!”

 

I looked over at Irene.  One of her hands was no longer in her lap but instead, was under the hem of her mini skirt and she was playing with herself!  I had to work really hard to suppress the grin that threatened to break on my face.

 

“Get your fist out of your sloppy cunt, slut, and go see to your Mistress.  You’ve got sixty seconds to make her cum before it’s your turn with the cane,” I snarled.

 

Irene jumped to obey.  I noticed the fingers she’d had in herself were dripping they were so soaked.

 

Michelle squealed into the gag again, but this time in orgasm as Irene used her magic tongue and fingers on her friend.

 

Before I released a sweating and crying Michelle, I gently ran my fingers over the six welts on her ass, feeling their heat and texture.  After unbuckling the ball gag, Michelle begged to use the bathroom.  I told her to go right where she was if she was going to go at all.  I was actually pretty surprised that she hadn’t peed herself while being caned.  I smiled when I saw that she had changed her mind about peeing.  Irene hadn’t bothered me about using the bathroom since we’d been at the hotel either, and I wondered if she was cramping at all.

 

“Lose the skirt and hug the tree, cunt,” I said, looking at Irene and feigning anger.

 

As soon as I’d cuffed her, I swung the cane at her ass.  Irene had her mouth clamped shut and nothing slipped out, so I swung a second time.  This time she made a noise, but still controlled herself really well, especially since I knew for a fact that she’d never been caned before.

 

I turned to Michelle and spoke conversationally to her, holding the cane but not using it a third time for the moment.

 

“Did you know that cumwhore had her hand buried in her pussy while she watched you get a whipping?  She must have really enjoyed watching the cane make welts on your ass like the ones I’m making on hers.  That’s why I didn’t gag her.  If she cries out and draws attention to us, she knows she’ll get worse later,” I said, hoping the thought had occurred to Irene too.

 

“Would you like to do the last four strokes on her soft, virgin ass yourself? It is a little prettier than yours, even though yours is far more tempting now that it has the welts.”

 

Michelle’s eyes brightened and there was a mean gleam there I hadn’t noticed before. 

 

“Yes Master, fuckpussy would LOVE to do the last four.  Please, may she?”

 

“Spread your legs more, bitch!” Michelle said in a mean tone of voice to Irene, as if it was Irene’s fault that she’d been caned herself.  Irene kept spreading more and more, flattening her cheeks as they stretched, until Michelle was satisfied.

 

Whop!  Whop!  Whop!  Whop! The switch struck for times in rapid succession, not even giving Irene the chance to feel the full effect of the first before the last landed.  The lines Michelle produced were not even, either.  They overlapped and weren’t as pretty as I’d done to Michelle.  I did however make a mental note to have a word with Michelle in private.

 

“Now go make her cum, fuckpussy.  You know what she likes the most.”

 

It seemed like Michelle was reluctant at first to make Irene cum, but she’d already learned to jump when given an instruction.  She approached Irene and used one hand to press on the little Korean’s clit, while the other hand went around her chest and found her nipple; right through the thin shirt she wore.  It seemed to me that Michelle was going to continue the torture of her friend.  Watching closely, it looked like Michelle was using a lot of pressure with both the nipple squeezing and the clit rubbing, but whatever she was doing, it was working on her friend.  Although Irene had made no noise while receiving her caning, she let out a wail as she came for Michelle, sagging against the tree and riding out the explosive sensations running through her clit and nipple. 

 

Then it happened.  Irene was still coming down from her orgasm when she lost control of her bladder.  Urine gushed out, literally spraying the ground and making Michelle jump back.  Irene sobbed in humiliation as the last of the golden liquid trickled down her legs, soaking her stockings and her heel-clad feet.  Personally, it just about made me cum in my jeans; it was such an incredibly hot fucking display of degradation. 

 

I unlocked Irene’s hands and pulled her towards me, kissed her lips then pushed her shoulders down, giving her the idea without words that I was ready for her to blow me.  Irene knelt, unzipped me and sucked me deeply into her mouth, nearly to the root in her desire to please.  Only after I’d delivered my offering to her hungry mouth, stepped away from her and re-zipped my jeans did I realize I’d had her kneeling in a puddle of her own piss.  As a result, her stockings were practically ruined and we had a lot to do yet today.

 

I had them dress, if that’s what you call slipping into a skirt or a pair of shorts, and then we left.  This time I had them lead the way back towards the hotel so I could watch their asses undulate.  For some reason Michelle had begun to make an attempt to walk in the same way Irene was, with those choppy and short steps.  I watched as a breeze caught the back of Michelle’s shorts, pushing the material away from her butt cheek for a moment, which was exciting in itself, but to see the neat red lines on her ass was even better.

 

As I paraded my leashed slaves through the lobby, I wondered what the old man working the desk was thinking.  The look he gave was enough to help me decide not to do that any more.  I did not need to be evicted from the hotel and have to find another at short notice.

 

Back in the room, I sent Irene to the bathroom to clean up and wash and dry her stockings.  I also told her that once she was presentable again, she was to go find a bucket of ice.  She looked at me strangely, but did as she was bid without question.  I needed some time alone with Michelle.  We had chatted online a little, but not nearly to the extent that I had with Irene.  I’d been unprepared to collar Michelle simply due to this fact, so now I felt I needed to get to know her a lot better in a hurry. 

 

Michelle wasn’t sure what to do with herself alone with me for the first time, so I asked her if she remembered how she’d seen Irene standing when I’d answered the door the evening before.  Michelle said she did, so I told her it was called position one and to assume it for me.

 

Standing straight with her hands behind her head, her braless tits strained against the material of her shirt and I considered undoing the knot so I could appreciate their beauty while I talked to her.  In the end, I decided not to.  I didn’t want to be too distracted.

 

Michelle started the conversation by once more asking to be allowed to use the bathroom.

 

“You had an opportunity while we were out fuckpussy, why didn’t you do it then?”

 

“I was embarrassed, Master.  I’ve never peed in front of a man before.”

 

“Well, once you are no longer embarrassed, ask me again.  I would like to watch.

 

So what do you think of this so far?”  I asked, indicating her place as my slave.

 

“I didn’t like the caning.  It hurt.”

 

“It was supposed to!  And as a result, you have the pretty lines to remind you to call me Master,” I said pointedly.

 

“I’m sorry, Master.  Fuckpussy will try harder from now on!”

 

“Good, I see you’re learning quickly.  Call me Master and refer to yourself in the third-person until I tell you otherwise.  Did you enjoy your orgasms?”

 

“Yes, Master!”

 

“It is also appropriate to answer in complete sentences, expanding on the question.  Try again.”

 

“Yes, Master, fuckpussy enjoyed the orgasm,” she said, probably not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth.

 

“You’ll have many of them as long as you continue to please me.  So what are you willing to do to please me this weekend?”

 

“Ummm… I… fuckpussy doesn’t know, Master.”

 

“Alright, you’ve already been whipped, given head, been fucked and sucked cumwhore.  What are you not willing to do?  Cumwhore doesn’t want her ears pierced, as you probably already know.”

 

“She’s silly about that, Master.  She’s just so obsessed with the whole Gor thing.  Even the group she has on facebook.com is related to her fascination with having to be a pierced-ear girl, just like in the stories.  She really wants to be, you know, even though she doesn’t admit it.”

 

“I see you don’t have that phobia,” I said, gently touching her ears, tugging lightly on the medium hoops, and running my fingertips down her neck too, which drew a shudder of pleasure from her.

 

“These hoops are too small, fuckpussy.  From now on, no smaller than a 2-inch diameter.”

 

“Yes, Master, fuckpussy will only wear larger hoops for you.”

 

“Not just for me, fuckpussy. Always.  Either you are a 24/7 slut or you are unworthy to be my slut.”

 

“Yes, Master,” Michelle somewhat stuttered.

 

“Anyway, you think cumwhore really wants to have her ears pierced?” I reflected, leading the conversation where I wanted it to go.

 

“Of course, Master!  It’s obvious!  Fuckpussy bets she imagines it’s her with the big hoops in her ears instead of the girls in the pictures.  That’s why she called the group, ‘Sluts Wear Hoops’.  She calls herself a slut all the time.”

 

“So why don’t you make her get her ears pierced then?  You’re her Mistress, just for this weekend.”

 

Michelle grinned.  The thought was probably just occurring for the first time.  “Could we?  Go get it done, I… fuckpussy means, Master.”

 

“How would you convince her though?  She wants to be made to do it against her will.  Are you stronger than her and could you make her sit still while it’s done?  I doubt it.”

 

“Oh… fuckpussy doesn’t know then, Master.”

 

“Do you have anything to hold over her to make her do it, since she really wants to anyway?” I prompted, hoping she didn’t notice that I was suggesting blackmail.

 

“This gyrl has tried to talk her into it before.  But she’s never thought of that, Master.  Hmmm… this gyrl could threaten to tell her parents, but then she’d just threaten me right back.”

 

“So you can’t do it then.  That’s disappointing.  I’m sure she’d look fantastic with hoops too.  I could threaten her with exposing her activities to her parents, but then she’d get scared of me,” I said quietly, continuing to run my fingertips over her body, right through her clothing.  She was getting all worked up at my ministrations, which was making her easier to manipulate.

 

“Being scared makes it fun though!  As long as you didn’t really go to her parents,” Michelle said with a gasp when I reached her nipple and squeezed the hard nub lightly.

 

“I just want to help her live out her fantasies safely,” I said as innocently as I could, while thinking of all the things I’d really be doing to her some time soon.

 

“Then, go ahead and threaten her with that then, Master!” Michelle said excitedly.

 

“I’ll do it just because it’ll make the weekend more real for her then.  I’m only doing it because you’re sure she wants it though,” I said, reinforcing the notion that it was Michelle’s idea all along.

 

Allowing her to drop her hands, I handed Michelle a pen and paper and had her write Michelle’s parent’s details, noting their mailing address which she knew by heart from their years of friendship, then pocketed the information before Michelle had a chance to change her mind.  After she got back into position, I began playing with her body again.

 

“You know, cumwhore has agreed to be pierced though, just not though her ears.  Did she tell you?”

 

“No, Master!  Where?” Michelle gasped again.

 

I was playing with both nipples now.

 

“I’m taking her to a tattoo parlor to have her nipples pierced.  It’s supposed to be a surprise, but I’m also going to give her a tiny tattoo on her hip,” I said, inviting her into my confidence with the intention of making her feel a little special.

 

“She’d never allow that, Master.  Her parents would absolutely freak!”

 

“That’s why I’m making it tiny and putting it there.  Her parents will never know.”

 

“Oh, that’s so hot!” Michelle panted.

 

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the tattoo or my hand slipping past her tummy to her groin.

 

“I’d be willing to pay for it if you wanted a matching one, fuckpussy.  An offer like that is only good this weekend though.”

 

“Hmmm… What are you thinking of tattooing on her, Master?  This gyrl thinks she’d like one like hers, if it weren’t too embarrassing, Master.  And… ummm… nipples too maybe?”

 

“What about your nipples, fuckpussy.  Tell me exactly what you want.”

 

“fuckpussy wishes to have a tattoo and her nipples pierced, Master.”

 

My fingers continued their journey downwards, sliding easily under the fabric of her shorts, to where they encountered a soaked slot.

 

“Master…”

 

“Yes, fuckpussy,” I asked, my fingers sliding between her lips.

 

“Fuckpussy needs to pee, Master.” Michelle almost mumbled, her face coloring.

 

“You know I want to watch, right?”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“Then go.  Spread your legs over the bowl.  You are not allowed to sit on the toilet.  Do not pee until I get there, understand?”

 

“Yes, Master, fuckpussy understands.”

 

I had no reason for not following her into the bathroom except that I wanted her to wait a minute longer.

 

When I entered the bathroom, Michelle had stepped out of her shorts and was straddling the toilet bowl, almost panting in her effort not to drain her bladder.  Irene had the hairdryer going, just about finished drying her stockings.

 

“That’ll do, cumwhore.  Put them on and go get the ice.  There’s a machine down the hall.”

 

“Yes, Master,” she responded, shutting off the hairdryer.

 

I waited there, dividing my attention between Irene and Michelle.

 

“Master,” Michelle pleaded.

 

“Wait.”

 

Eventually Irene had the fishnets in place and as she was about to leave the room, I tilted her head up and kissed her before patting her ass to send her on her way.

 

“You may begin,” I finally said to Michelle.

 

“Ahhhh…” Was the only sound out of Michelle, as, moments later a stream of pee began splashing into the toilet, with some dribbling down her leg.  Her face and chest pinkened from embarrassment.

 

Once she’d finished, she quickly wiped herself, flushed, stepped away from the bowl and pulled up her shorts, seeming to be glad the experience was over.

 

“I’ve brought an enema kit with me, fuckpussy.  If I use it on cumwhore, I’ll have to use it on you too.  Is that understood?”

 

“Yes, Master.” Michelle said hesitantly.

 

Just then I heard the hotel room door open.  Irene was back with the ice.

 

“Go bend over the bed, drop your shorts and tell cumwhore to do the same.  I’ve got to pee now, so I’ll be right out.”

 

“Can this gyrl watch you Master?” Michelle asked with a smile.

 

“No.  Do as you’re told.” I said, smiling back.

 

It didn’t worry me in the least to pee in front of either of them, but I’d given her an instruction.  When I emerged, Michelle and Irene looked adorable bent over the bed, waiting.  Next to Irene was the ice bucket.  I took a cube and ran it over the welts on Irene’s ass, eliciting an, ‘oh’ and a grateful ‘ahhh’, as the ice drew the heat out.  I repeated the process with Michelle, but fingered her slot to keep her warmed up while I was cooling her ass.

 

Once I’d finished with Michelle, I went to my bag and reached inside, finding the box with the Benwa balls I wanted.

 

“Since I only have one set of these, their purpose will not make itself immediately clear.  But for right now, one set will have to do.”

 

I told them to stand and hold out a hand.  Into each, I put one ball.

 

“Put these into your pussy.  It’s time to leave for breakfast and I don’t want you having an empty cunt for too long at any time.”

 

Michelle and Irene did as instructed.  Michelle popped hers in immediately.  Irene took a moment longer.  I had been expecting Irene to complain at any time about me giving more attention to Michelle.  I had, after all, already done a number of things with Michelle first and now I had just finished playing with Michelle’s cunt, having not touched Irene’s at all.  This was not merely an oversight on my part.  I’d made Michelle Irene’s Mistress, but had not specifically told her what she needed to do with Irene.  I enjoyed thinking of what could happen between the pair when Irene had finally taken all she could.  Irene did not let me down.

 

“May cumwhore speak?” Irene asked.

 

“What is it, cumwhore?”  I asked innocently.

 

“Master likes fuckpussy more than me, don’t you?”

 

“Are you jealous of fuckpussy, cumwhore?”

 

“You let her suck your cock first, you played with her by herself just before and now you made her all wet and did nothing for cumwhore!” Irene pouted.

 

“Who’s your Master, cumwhore?”

 

“You, Master.” Irene said, confused.

 

“And who is your Mistress?”

 

“Fuckpussy, Master.”

 

“So you’re saying you are unhappy with the way I’ve treated you, even though fuckpussy has required of, and done practically nothing for you as your Mistress?  It would seem to me that maybe fuckpussy is at fault, not me.  But you pout and pouting is unbecoming a Kajira,” I said, using a word meaning female slave, taken from the Gor stories.  You have done nothing to get the attention of your Mistress, so ultimately, it is you that is at fault!  When we go out later, there will be an additional punishment for you. Maybe that will help you learn that you have a responsibility to be enticing to your Master or Mistress,” I growled, as convincingly as I was able.

 

Irene dropped her head and blushed, accepting that what I’d said was probably true.

 

“In the meantime, we have to eat.  If either of you drop that toy out of your cunt you will both be punished.  Assume position one!”  I said suddenly, surprising both females.

 

They quickly assumed the position, with their tits pushed out and their legs spread.  I reached into Michelle’s shorts, slipping two fingers into her moist slot and finger fucked her for a few seconds.  When I withdrew my fingers, they were coated with Michelle’s excitement.  Stepping close to Irene, I slipped the same two fingers between her lips and told her to suck them clean.  Once she’d finished, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, a hand slipping between her legs and a finger probing her fuck tube.  The finger was instantly soaked, as I’d hoped it would be.  Keeping the Benwa ball in a dry cunt would not be nearly as much of a challenge.  Before we left the room, I pulled Michelle to me and kissed her too.  Her lips and tongue felt every bit as exciting as Irene’s against mine.

 

After we left the hotel, we climbed into my car.  Although I usually do not like the idea of being a chauffeur, I told the females to both get in the back, which they did.  I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to allow animosity to fester between the two, so I then told them that they must give each other at least one orgasm before we reached the diner.  I didn’t say how long it was going to take to drive there, but it seemed that they needed no further encouragement anyway, making out in the backseat while I tried to concentrate on driving, between frequent glances in the rearview mirror.  So much for my worry that one of them might be mad at the other!

 

I could watch those two make out with each other for hours.  These were two of the hottest fucking sluts in America, and I was in heaven.  After I parked, I had to wait an extra couple of minutes, studying the car manual in the glove compartment until my cock made walking possible again.

 

I’d seen the diner when I’d first arrived and I was hoping the food was good, because I’d already decided we’d eat here while I had the females with me.  The diner had booths instead of tables and was set up like those railcar diners of the 50’s and 60’s.  Once I’d seated Irene and Michelle on one side of the booth, I slid in on the other so I could look at them.  The waitress, a nondescript woman in her forties, immediately descended on our booth to take our drink orders.

 

I ordered coffee and then water for both Irene and Michelle.  The waitress gave the females an odd look, staring at their collars, although she said nothing.  As soon as she gone, I spoke.

 

“While we are in public, I will address you as cw and fp.  FP, did you learn anything from cw’s outburst before?”

 

“Yes, Master.  FP will make an attempt to keep cw horny,” Michelle said in a whisper.

 

“You can just call me Sir while we’re in public, fp,” I said with a smile.

 

“Do you have your hand in her lap?” I asked fp.

 

“Gyrl does now!” Michelle exclaimed quietly, her hand dropping behind the table, out of sight.

 

“Get that ball out of her cunt and place it on the plate in front of you then,” I told Michelle.

 

Michelle blushed, as did Irene, but just as the waitress came up behind them with our drinks, Michelle placed the slippery ball on the plate in front of her using equally slippery fingers.

 

“This is a family diner,” the waitress spat in a disgusted tone of voice as she placed our drinks in front of each of us, her eyes never leaving the plate in front of Michelle.

 

“We promise not to make a scene ma’am,” I said in a mild tone of voice.  “We’re just a family out for breakfast.  CW here just dropped her ball.”

 

“You’d better make this worth my while then,” the waitress responded, alluding to the tip she was expecting to see when we left.

 

“If the service continues to be as good as it has so far ma’am, you’ll do nicely, I’m sure,” I said with a smile.

 

“Can you return in say, five minutes?  We’ll be ready to order by then.”

 

The waitress, really more interested in making a dime than a scene, nodded her head and left without another word.

 

“FP, put your ball on the plate too,” I said, moments later

 

Still blushing, Michelle fished the second, elusive ball out of her own love tunnel, squirming nicely in her seat as she did so.  Moments later, the matching ball was on the plate in front of her.

 

“Master?” Michelle asked.

 

“What is it fp?”

 

“Ummm… the crotch of fp’s shorts are, ummm… well, they’re all soaked, Master.”

 

“It certainly smells like it fp,” I replied casually, referring to the delicious odor of a well worked up female that permeated our booth.

 

Michelle blushed a deep pink.  Even Irene blushed at the sport I was having at Michelle’s expense.

 

“So what’s your point,” I finally asked.

 

“People will think fp wet herself!” Michelle practically sobbed in anguish.

 

“It’s okay fp,” I said soothingly.  “As your Master, it’s my responsibility to look after you.  I’ll take care of it, okay?”

 

“If you say so, Master.  Thank you, Master,” Michelle said, visibly relieved.  Then she added, “How are you going to fix it Master?  Do you have some extra clothes in your car?”

 

“cw,” I said, “Tell me about curiosity.”

 

“Curiosity is not becoming a Kajira,” Irene quoted verbatim from the stories of Gor she loved so much.

 

“The waitress will be back in a minute,” I reminded the females.  “Is there anything you can’t eat, before I order for you?” I asked, picking up the menu.

 

“No Master,” they said in unison.

 

“Good,” I replied, turning my attention to the menu.

 

When the waitress arrived back at the table, pad and pen at the ready, I put our order in.  I ordered a fruit bowl each for Michelle and Irene, and sausage links, bacon, eggs and toast for myself.  I was pleased when less than ten minutes later, the waitress returned with our food.  I thanked her and she wandered off to serve the only other customer in the diner, a young, rather nondescript young man in jeans and t-shirt, who hadn’t appeared to shave yet this morning and who’d entered not too long after us.

 

Irene and Michelle both waited for me to tell them to eat without being told to, which pleased me.  Reaching over the table, I picked up their silverware.

 

“You wont be needing these,” I said to them.  My sluts don’t use utensils today.  Or for that matter, hands either, until I say so.  You may begin.”

 

Michelle looked at Irene and Irene looked back at her.  They seemed to have some sort of discussion without exchanging words, then simultaneously shrugged, lowered their heads and began to eat directly from their bowls.  It looked so cute that I was distracted from my own meal for a time.  I was using strips of toast to mop up the egg-yolk from my plate when I had an idea.  I picked up a sausage link in each hand and held them out to the females.

 

“I don’t know if these are going to be juicy enough for me,” I said to them with a straight face.  I’d like to sample a little fp sauce on this one,” I said, wiggling the sausage I held towards Michelle, “And some cw sauce on this,” I finished, wiggling the other at Irene.

 

Looking around for the waitress first, Irene and Michelle took the proffered sausages, knowing exactly what to do with them.

 

“Oh, it’s still warm!” Irene commented as she slid the little link under her skirt.

 

“Hmmm…” Michelle agreed with a smile.  In moments, I had two links back in my hands.

 

I took a bite of one, chewing and making noises of appreciation before sampling the other.

 

“More,” I said.  “I couldn’t decide which one I liked the most.  They were both fabulous.  Maybe I ought to offer your services to the diner.  You could sit in the back with your legs spread, juicing up all the sausages.”

 

As they took the sausages off me a second time, Irene and Michelle giggled at the idea.

 

Once the meal was over, I looked at my two young slaves.  Their faces were plastered with juice and tiny bits of fruit from the platters they’d eaten without their hands.

 

“That just won’t do at all,” I said to the pair.  “You don’t look presentable with dirty faces.  Go ahead and clean each other up please,” I asked politely, seeing the man in sweats glancing regularly in our direction.

 

Irene and Michelle quickly followed my instruction, this time neither of them even bothering to look for the waitress first.  Their cleaning soon became a public display of affection, with tongues dueling for possession of the other’s mouth until I stopped them.

 

“See that man over there cw?” I asked.

 

“Yes, Master.  He’s been looking at us.  Do you think he wants two lowly slaves?” She laughed.

 

“I’m certain he does, and I have a task for you.  I want you to walk over to him and offer him a blowjob.”

 

“Master!” Irene gasped.  “In the stories you write, maybe.  But this is real!”

 

“And I really want you to ask him.”

 

“Please don’t ask gyrl to do that, Master!  It would ruin everything.”

 

“You, cw, are a slut.  For this weekend, you are my slut.  You will do whatever I tell you to do.”

 

“But Sir… Master!  This gyrl is your slut.  Only yours!  She’ll do anything for you, but only for you.  Please don’t demand such a thing of her!”

 

“I gave you an instruction,” I repeated quietly in a flat tone of voice that I thought of as particularly menacing.

 

“No Mike, that’s something I won’t do.  You just had to fuck it up.  And I was having such a wonderful time, too,” Irene said seriously.  It had to be a pretty serious matter for her to use my name the way she had. 

 

“Come on Michelle.  The game is over.  I’ll get my bag later.  Fuck you’re an ass!  What sort of girl did you think I was in real life anyway?  Sure, if I know a guy, but a stranger off the street!  No way!”

 

I knew I was going to have to play my trump card early.  Irene was on her feet and attempting to get Michelle to hurry up.

 

“I can’t,” whined Michelle.  “My shorts, remember!”

 

I had picked up my cell phone and dialed in the number of Irene’s home.  I had memorized it just in case.  While Irene and Michelle watched intently, I just stared at my cumwhore.  Someone picked up in two rings.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Seo?  Hi, this is a friend of Irene.  Just a second.  She wants to talk to you.”  I handed the phone to Irene, who stared open-mouthed, not sure if I was kidding or not.

 

“Mom?  Yeah, hi.  Good morning.  Oh, nothing.  I’m having breakfast with Michelle and a friend, and, ummm, well, just wanted to say Hi.  OK, say Hi to Daddy for me. Bye.”  She handed the phone back to me.

 

“What the fuck was that all about?” she asked, “and how did you get my parents’ number?”  She had been staring at me, but then suddenly looked down at Michelle, who stared back at her with a smirk on her face.

 

“Sit…  down…  right… this… instant… Irene,” I said very slowly and quietly.  “Unless you want me to call your mom and tell her more than she wants to know about her daughter.”

 

Irene did in fact hesitate for a second, but only a second, as she studied my eyes, looking for the bluff and not seeing one.  She quickly dropped back into her seat.

 

Irene sat on the edge of the seat, not willing to leave without Michelle, but obviously not overly concerned about my threat.

 

“I don’t suck just anyone,” she mumbled under her breath.  “Look, if you were to call my mother, what would you tell her?” Irene asked.  “Face it.  I’m just an innocent college student who hasn’t done anything wrong,” she said, her confidence increasing by the moment.

 

“I’d say that copies of a few of the emails you sent me along with a dozen or so of the photos I took last night, hand delivered to your parents’ address would be enough incentive for your parents to pull you out of school, or at least UCLA, anyway.  Imagine how they’d react to finding out that not only is their daughter a slut, but a slut that sleeps with white guys a lot older than her?”

 

“You wouldn’t!”

 

“You’re forcing my hand, cunt.  What else can I do?  You thought you could just break the rules any time you wanted without consequence?  Now I simply have to do what I have to do.”

 

I watched her shoulders slowly slump as the fight drained out of her.  She was once again becoming the submissive cw I’d grown to love in my own way.

 

“But that guy…” she trailed off, looking over at him and seeing that he was following our interaction intently.

 

“You don’t get it do you, cunt?  He doesn’t have to be attractive in your eyes.  Right now, you are merely my toy to play with as I please.  It pleased me to see you enjoy yourself, but now you’ve made me angry.  If you don’t want me to stay angry all the way to your parents’ house, you’ll get your slant-eyed ass over there right now and beg him for the honor of sucking his cock.  If he says no, that is his privilege.  But if you don’t suck his dick, you’ll be severely punished for letting your Master down.”

 

Irene’s eyes began to water.  I could see she was an instant away from tears.

 

“Pull yourself together, slut!  If you cry, he’s not going to want you at all.  You DO want to make me happy don’t you?  What would a Gorean slave girl do at a time like this?” I asked the question in the same quiet voice I’d been using all along.

 

“Whatever her Master wants her to do, Master,” she replied automatically.

 

“And right now, it would please me to see you offering yourself to that guy over there.

 

Irene took one more look over at the guy, then slowly got to her feet.

 

“Thirty seconds, cunt,” I growled.  “If he’ll let you do it, you’ll know within thirty seconds.”

 

Irene walked slowly towards the guy.  Just then, the waitress came out of the back and walked towards him too.

 

I took a moment to look at Michelle and wink, as if to acknowledge that my blackmail threat was just the bluff we’d agreed on.

 

“Slip the Benwa balls into your pussy, fp.  It looks like you won the prize without even having to play the game I’d planned.”

 

Michelle looked at me for quite a few seconds before picking up the balls and slipping her hand slowly behind the table.  I heard the balls clang together a few times, then silence.

 

I looked back towards Irene.  She was waiting to the side while the waitress was talking with the man.  I tapped my watch, indicating that time was passing.

 

The guy must have known Irene wanted to talk with him, but he was letting her wait for some reason.  At the twenty-second mark, the waitress finally finished talking to him and walked away.  I was surprised how much could be said in such a short time when the seconds were important.

 

I could hear some of what Irene said to the guy, and his gestures and facial expressions were more than enough to fill in the blanks, so when Irene returned, I already knew that she had been unsuccessful.

 

Irene sat down and began to sob into her hands.  Michelle put her arm around her young friend.

 

After a minute or so, Irene had collected herself enough to talk.

 

“I really did try, Master.  I tried and tried.  I even said I’d let him fuck me!  He just… he… di… di… didn’t want meeeeeeeeee,” she wailed.

 

“Why not, slut?”

 

“H.. he… he said I look like a whore and he didn’t touch dirty Chinese whores.  And I’m not even a whore, let alone Chinese!”

 

“And now you know you’re to be punished for letting me down with even that simple request too, huh?”

 

“Please don’t hurt me too much, Master, pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeeeeeeeee!”

 

 

 

 

“I suspect you’re going to be a lot more apologetic soon, cunt.  Just look at your friend.  She never planned on being submissive to me when I came here and yet she’s fulfilling her role a lot more satisfactorily than you.  Just be glad I don’t punish a foolish slave while I’m angry or you’d find your punishment starting with you outside, naked and chained to an telephone pole, taking a sound whipping right now, in front of anyone who happened to pass by.”

 

I looked over at Michelle, and saw that she didn’t seem too upset that Irene was to be punished.  It occurred to me that maybe in my haste to castigate Irene, I might have inadvertently given her the idea that she was quickly becoming my favored slut.  I also realized that because she was a little jealous of her friend, it was probably exciting for her to see Irene’s status as first gyrl take a hammering as it had.  My mind was in turmoil.  I could subject Michelle to the same plan as I had for Irene, or take her into my confidence in a small way to assist with Irene’s transformation into my permanent property.  I decided it would work out either way for me now that Irene suspected her own friend had betrayed her so effectively.

 

“It’s time to leave,” I said to the females.  “If I hear another word out of you cumwhore,” I said, looking at her pointedly, “I’m going to gag you, bind you and drop you off at the BDSM club with a sign around your neck that say’s ‘fuck my holes, feed me cum and beat me’.  I’ll then consider forgetting you and keeping fp as my only slave for the rest of the weekend.”

 

I then turned my attention to Michelle.  “I haven’t forgotten your problem fp.  I’ll pay the check and get you out of here.  Waitress,” I called, smiling to the woman who was restocking a table at the other end of the diner.

 

When the waitress arrived, I told her I needed my check.  She reached into her apron and pulled out the pre-prepared bill.  I gave her my credit card and she left to run it through the register, saying nothing about Irene’s still semi-distressed state.  A couple of minutes later she returned and I signed the receipt, adding a thirty-dollar tip for her.

 

“Ma’am, it seems that my friend here has a problem and I hope you can help,” I said, passing her the check and ensuring she noticed that the tip was more than the breakfast had cost.

 

“She forgot to put panties on this morning, then got all excited and now her shorts are soaked.  I think it would be bad for business if someone saw her leaving here, looking like that.  Do you have any suggestions?”

 

I looked over at Michelle and saw that she’d been mortified at my explanation to the waitress.  Her face was beet red and the exposed area of her chest was a blotchy pink color too.

 

“Sir, I don’t know what your game is, but you are perverted and miss, you are a slut!  If your tip on such a quiet morning hadn’t been so generous, I’d just kick you out of here and call the police.  But under the circumstances…”

 

“You will help her then?” I asked, trying to sound hopeful.

 

“We just had a delivery and the back exit is all blocked by boxes.  Tim, the cook, hasn’t had a chance to move them all yet.  Sorry.  I don’t think he’s going to want to drop everything and move all those boxes just so a pervert and a couple of sluts can leave that way.  But if you want, I will make sure no one’s around so you can get out the front door before you’re seen.”

 

I considered for a moment having Irene ‘talk’ to the cook and convince him to move the boxes for us, but then just decided to go with the waitress’s offer.  I fully intended to come back here and if Irene did something along the lines of my fantasy, the waitress would likely hit the roof.

 

“Thank you ma’am.  That would be really nice of you.  One question.  Will it be okay for us to come here tomorrow for breakfast as well?”

 

“So you can make fools of these girls and stink up my diner with the smell of sex?” I could tell she wasn’t finished, so I interrupted her with a suggestion that I’d continue to make any impropriety financially worth her inconvenience.

 

“Sure,” she immediately said.

 

“Okay, are you ready, sluts?” I asked Michelle and Irene, using the label the waitress had already branded them with.

 

Both blushing now, Michelle was the only one to respond.

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“You follow last,” I said to Irene.  “I’m still angry with you.”

 

As I followed the waitress to the door, I stepped close to the man who’d rejected Irene and quickly spoke to him in a quiet voice.

 

“Your loss man.  She was practically a virgin yesterday.  And she’s not a whore.  I told her to give it away to you.”

 

Back in the car a few minutes later, Michelle and Irene were once again in the back seat.  Irene sat as far away from Michelle as she could.  It was easy to see she was not happy with her friend.  I wondered how Michelle was going to handle her.  She was after all, still her Mistress. 

 

I chose to leave them to their own thoughts for the moment.  I started the car and was about to leave the parking lot when I saw in the rearview mirror, Michelle’s hand go to Irene’s collar.  She slipped her little fingers between the collar and Irene’s neck and pulled Irene close to her.

 

“I think you should get naked and eat my pussy for a while, cumwhore,” she said to Irene.

 

“Fuck off, bitch.  You set me up,” Irene growled at Michelle.

 

As quick as a flash, Michelle’s other hand came up and slapped Irene’s face, hard.

 

“Your game, cumwhore.  Right now, I’m your Mistress and you won’t talk to me like that!  Get those fucking clothes off and suck my cunt or I’ll ask the Master to make you service the first homeless bum he sees!”

 

Michelle had spunk!  I was starting to wonder if she had it in her.  I decided to make a comment, just to reinforce her actions.

 

“Well done, fuckpussy.  It seems that you have the potential to be a good Mistress as well as an obedient slave.  Maybe a favored slave at that,” I added for Irene’s benefit.

 

Irene rubbed her cheek where Michelle had slapped her, then with a sob, peeled off her top, staying low so none of the passing motorists would see.

 

After slipping out of her skirt, she crouched on the floorboards and lowered her head to Michelle’s groin.  Michelle was already holding the flimsy material of her revealing shorts away from her lightly furred pussy in anticipation of the suck-job to come.

 

My first stop was at the adult bookstore that had been recommended.  When I parked the car, I suggested that maybe Michelle would like to swap her shorts for Irene’s skirt.  Michelle thought that was a good idea and quickly slipped the soaked shorts off and slid the skirt on instead.  Seeing her standing next to the car, I decided that the change in her outfit actually suited her more.  She did one thing that surprised and pleased me then.  Irene was still in the car, still naked and attempting to hide her body because the passenger door was wide open.  No one had told her to get dressed.

 

“Get out of the car, cumwhore.”

 

“Mistress!  This gyrl is naked!”

 

“If you want to stay naked while we go inside, keep fucking with me!”

 

“Sorry Mistress.  Please don’t make this worthless cunt be naked in public too long.  Pleeeeeeeaaaaaseeeeeeeeeee,” she begged, slowly climbing out of the car and using the door for cover.

 

I thought it was erotic, seeing her like that.  She was so nervous, that she was hiding behind the door, but so distracted that she didn’t comprehend that half the door was a clear glass window and her tits were fully on display.

 

Michelle told her to put the shorts and shirt on, but made her move away from the door to do it.  Irene was so scared of being seen, that she almost tripped in her haste to pull the shorts with their wet crotch on.  Then she tried to push her head through one of the armholes in the shirt, which was inside out anyway, so she had to start again.

 

Eventually we were ready.  I leashed my slaves and we left the car behind us.  Instead of just entering the store, I walked past the door and went down the alley next to the building.  In back was a small car park and another alley that led back to the road.  I walked the slaves all the way around the building before finally entering.  Michelle was taking shallow breaths by the time we were finally inside.

 

“Is something wrong, fp?” I asked with a knowing smile.

 

“It’s the balls, Master.  This slut thinks she’s gonna cum again,” she whispered.

 

“That is one of their purposes,” I acknowledged.  “Do you like the feeling?”

 

“Oh, God yes!”

 

“We won’t be here long.  I want a few things to provide better for your care,” I told her.  But there’s one thing I want to know.  Are you a good slut?”

 

“This slut doesn’t know what you mean,” Michelle responded in a husky, horny tone of voice.

 

“If I decide to have you blow the cashier, will you do it?”

 

“If you insist, Master,” Michelle said.

 

“We’ll see how it goes then.  I don’t know if I want you to or not.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

We walked the isles and I picked up a few things, then eventually made my way with Irene and a now-stumbling Michelle in tow towards the counter.  The man behind the counter was a greasy-looking man and I didn’t want Michelle anywhere near him.  I considered making Irene blow him, just for the sake of making her do it, but really, humiliating her, abusing her and using her were all I wanted.  Giving the guy a free blowjob held no appeal for me just then.

 

The total once everything had been rung into the computer was just under $90.

 

“Give me a discount and I’ll let you see one of my slut’s tits,” I joked.

 

“Sure.  Ten percent is the going rate, but I’ll give you fifteen if I can fuck one of them.”

 

I once again considered his offer.  I could save thirteen dollars and fifty cents for a fuck, or nine dollars for a look.

 

“Fuckpussy.  Give me your shirt.  Show the man your tits,” I instructed her, interested to see if she would actually do it.

 

Michelle looked at Irene then as if to say, see, I can do what he tells me even if you can’t, she unknotted the shirt, slipped it off her shoulders and handed it to me, leaving her topless.

 

“Can I have a feel?” The cashier asked, grinning. 

 

“Not this time buddy.  You said ten percent though, right?”

 

“Yeah, I guess,” he responded, sounding let down.

 

He hit a single button and the new total popped onto the screen.  I paid the bill, told Irene to get the bag, and walked towards the door.

 

“Master,” Michelle said in a nervous voice as my hand reached for the knob.

 

I laughed and threw her shirt to her.

 

“Thank you, Master,” Michelle said, obviously relieved.

 

We were almost back to the car, the sluts leading the way so I could watch them walk, when Michelle just managed to catch herself from falling.

 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuccccccccckkkkkkkkk” she said.

 

“Nice cum?” I asked.

 

“Oh Master,” she said at length.  “You are so bad!  And so good too!”

 

I glanced at my watch.  Almost twelve o’clock already! 

 

When we got to the car, I told Irene to get in the front seat with me.  She looked at Michelle and smiled, thinking that I’d forgiven her and her position as first gyrl was restored.

 

Michelle said nothing and just climbed in the back, still coming down from her orgasm.

 

I started the car, put it in drive then instructed Irene, ”It’s illegal for you to be up here without a seatbelt on, so don’t get caught sucking my cock.”

 

With that, I put my own seatbelt on and pulled out into traffic.  Irene conveniently timed her task well.  I’d just pulled into the little parking lot outside the tattoo studio when I felt myself ready to blow.  I grabbed Irene’s hair and pulled her off my cock just in time.  Thick white cum splattered all over her face.

 

“Don’t touch your face, slut.  That’s part of your punishment.  Let’s go.”

 

Irene was forced to enter the studio with obvious cum on her red face.  Michelle kept giggling and smirking at her, occasionally making comments such as cumwhore’s makeup being too thick for it to be fashionable.  I had to laugh at that.

 

At the counter, I introduced myself and told the girl I had an appointment.  I didn’t bother to acknowledge Irene or Michelle.  The girl introduced herself as Monique, and after looking at her book, led us to a chair in a semi-secluded corner.

 

“First, my slaves are to be pierced,” I told Monique.  I want two sets of nipple rings, preferably in sterling silver.  Do you have a two-inch ring?”

 

“Well, usually we just put bars in to start with,” she hesitantly replied.

 

“Well this is sort of a special case.  I need to be able to restrain them by their nipples immediately.”

 

Michelle and Irene said nothing, but blushed delightfully.

 

“Their nipples will be very tender.  You know that, right?”

 

“Well sure!  But what good are nipple rings if you can’t use them for anything straight away?”

 

“Just wanted you to be sure you knew what you were asking for.  Will these do,” she asked, producing a display case and pointing to the ones she thought I wanted.

 

“Well, they’re a little small-gauge, but if you haven’t got anything thicker, I guess they’ll do.”

 

“Well we have got these too,” she said, reaching up and grabbing a second case that had been out of sight.

 

“But they’re usually only used after six months of slowly increasing the size.”

 

These rings were indeed impressive, almost as thick as Irene’s nipples.  They’d really be too big for my slaves.  But then I saw just the ones.  A little thicker than a coat hanger wire, I could tell that they’d still be small enough that I wouldn’t ruin a nipple by tugging too hard.

 

“Those ones,” I said, maybe sounding a little too excited for one in my position as Master.

 

“If you’re sure…” Monique said with a frown.  Putting them in right off the bat is gonna hurt like a son-of-a-bitch though.”

 

“That’s fine.  I won’t feel a thing,” I said, grinning.

 

“Undo the knot in your shirt and get in the chair.  There’s a cream that can numb your nipples somewhat if you like, and I have the ball gag with me too, if you need it,” I said, looking at Michelle.

 

“Do I… does your slut have to wear the ball gag in front of Monique, Master?  Couldn’t I… she… bite down on something instead?”

 

Michelle was so nervous that she’d almost forgotten the way she was to speak to me.  I felt my cock tingle in anticipation of her pain.

 

“It’s the ball gag or nothing fuckpussy,” I said, deciding that in this place it was okay to use the name I’d given her.

 

Michelle did anything but scramble to obey, taking nearly a minute to work the knot in her shirt out before moving, as in slow motion, to the chair.  Once she was comfortable, she brushed aside the flaps of her shirt, exposing her tits to Monique for the first time.

 

“Nice boobs,” Monique commented casually.  “You’re sure you want to do this?” she asked, addressing Michelle for the first time.

 

“Fuckpussy, tell the nice lady exactly what you want her to do,” I instructed her.  “You may refer to yourself in the first person this one time.”

 

Michelle gulped, found her voice and spoke.

 

“Ummm… My Master wants us pierced and ummm… ahhh… if he wants it, I guess I want it too,” she said at length.

 

“Ask her to pierce you then, fuckpussy.”

 

“Master?”

 

“Do it fuckpussy.  I want to hear you ask her.”

 

“Miss, would ummm… would you put those big ummm… rings on my nipples?”

 

As Michelle asked this, she subconsciously grabbed the arms of the dentist’s chair she was sitting in.

 

“Could you use the cream miss?”

 

“Sure, but it takes fifteen minutes to work all the way.”

 

“You have ten, fuckpussy,” I told her.

 

Monique raised an eyebrow, but nodded then reached for the tube of ointment.

 

She put on her latex gloves then took a little longer than what I would have considered professionally necessary to rub the ointment onto Michelle’s nipples, making me wonder just how well she’d like to get to know Michelle.  Monique was a pretty good-looking young blonde woman in her early twenties, sporting a number of visibly pierced appendages, including her nose, eyebrow and about five holes in her ears that I didn’t see until she brushed her hair back.

 

After looking at her watch, Monique asked what we’d like to do while we waited.

 

“I’d really like to have cumwhore eat her out while she’s sitting there,” I laughed, “but how about I peruse your tattoo books instead?  I may just get myself another one while I’m here.

 

I happened to be looking at Monique’s chest as I spoke, wondering what was under her shirt.  I’m sure I saw her nipples harden right through her bra.

 

“I guess your first suggestion would be a little, ummm… out of place here,” she smiled.  “I’ll get the books.  I’ll be right back.”

 

When Monique had gone, I told Michelle I thought Monique would like a piece of her ass, then instructed her to ask if she’d like to sample her before we left.

 

Michelle’s eyes got huge and my cock jerked in my pants, but she nodded her head, probably not able to bring herself to answer.

 

Monique got back with the books and I told Irene to get down on all fours next to the wall behind me.

 

Irene looked at me, obviously embarrassed by the instruction, but did as she was told.  I laid the stack of books on her back and used her as an end table while I looked through the first book, replacing it on her back as I quickly scanned through the next.  The second time around, I stopped about halfway through the second volume.  I’d found the tattoo I wanted.  It was a small link, shaded to look like it was made of iron, about an inch long and half an inch high.  I showed it to Michelle without saying a word, then set that book aside and waited for Monique to return again.  Michelle gave me a nod of understanding and agreement.

 

In ten minutes to the second, Monique was standing next to Michelle, swabbing her nipples with alcohol.  Michelle’s nipples were hard little nubbins.

 

“Ball gag, fuckpussy?”

 

After a pause of about ten seconds, Michelle responded.  “Please, Master.”

 

“Would you do the honors Monique?” I asked, holding the straps of the gag towards her.

 

Monique expertly fitted Michelle with the gag and tightened the straps, maybe a little tighter than I would have.

 

“Are you ready, hon?” Monique asked. 

 

Michelle’s hands were gripping the armrests and her knuckles were white from the strain.  She slowly nodded, followed by a quick nod.  I imagined she wanted the process done with.

 

Monique took an ice cube and rubbed it over Michelle’s nipple, making it even harder.  When she picked up the pliers, Michelle leaned her head back, as if to study the ceiling rather than what Monique was doing.

 

“Watch her, fuckpussy,” I demanded.

 

Michelle’s head snapped back down and her eyes followed the pliers.  The gag effectively stifled what would have been a gasp when Monique gently placed the jaws of the pliers horizontally over Michelle’s nipple and squeezed the handles.

 

I got to see how well the gag really worked when Monique pushed a huge needle through the hole in the top jaw of the pliers.  Michelle’s back arched delightfully as if she was presenting her nipple to Monique and the scream that would have echoed through the building was no more than a purr by the time it had navigated the corded muscles of her neck and escaped past the tightly fitted rubber ball. There was no blood, but my cock was at attention by the time I saw the needle slide through the hole in the bottom jaw.  Monique wasted no motion with her next move.  The needle was removed and the ring was inserted through the hole it had made.  Monique had to twist and tug a little to get the ring through the hole, but the process took little more than a couple of seconds. 

 

With a little more manipulation, Monique removed the pliers and popped a ball into the small gap that divided the ends of the ring from each other.  Michelle was now officially ringed, even if as yet only in one nipple.  I’d been so intent on watching Michelle’s nipple that I only now saw her eyes screwed shut and a sheen of perspiration on her forehead.

 

“Eyes open!” I demanded rather loudly.

 

Michelle’s eyes sprang open and she looked around wildly, but her hands kept their death grip on the arms of the chair.  Monique quickly repeated the process with Michelle’s second nipple and this time I watched my temporary slave’s face.  Maybe it was because she knew I was watching her, because apart from an excessive amount of blinking, she kept her eyes open and fastened on the nipple Monique was working on.

 

Eventually Monique was done.  Michelle looked fantastic.  Her chest was rising and falling and her nostrils flared in unison.  Tears ran down her cheeks.  And all this after her nipples had been semi-numbed.  I wondered how Irene would take hers?

 

Irene was still in position next to the wall and had not seen any of the process.  It was finally time for her to get her nipples ringed by her Master’s hand.  I fully intended to do the job personally.  I went to Irene, lifted the books off her back and placed them on the ground.  I then told her to assume the number one position, which she immediately did.

 

“This is the main part of your punishment, cumwhore,” I told the still cum-faced Korean beauty.  “As a reward for your earlier rebellion, being tied to the chair unable to move while you’re pierced will be your punishment.  For the insulting way you spoke to me, you need to learn to shut the fuck up when you can’t speak politely, so I will pierce you myself and you will remember the moment your Master caused you the most pain you’ve ever felt.”

 

I looked over at Monique and saw that she was as surprised as Irene obviously was at the thought that I was going to do the work myself.

 

“Fuckpussy, do not cover your udders, but get out of the seat so cumwhore may take your place.  Monique, do you have a roll of tape?”

 

“Uh, sure!    I’ll get it.  I’ll be right back.  Don’t do anything without me!”

 

Monique seemed to be excited by the events taking place around her.  As she departed I noticed that her nipples were pressing against the black fabric of her tee shirt.  It looked like the female responsible for the piercing of the nipples of others did not even have her own nipples ringed!  I also noted that she had not objected to me taking charge of Irene’s piercing.

 

In a moment, Monique was back with a roll of duct tape.  She’d also bought a length of rope.

 

“Ah, Sir, Mike.  I found this too.  I was thinking if you wanted to tie it around her hair, you could immobilize her head as well.

 

“Thank you Monique.  You have done well!”

 

The way she beamed at the compliment told me that it wouldn’t have been a difficult challenge to get her into the chair, or on her knees in front of me, for that matter.  My two sluts were all I needed though, so I let the thought drop.

 

“Strip out of that shirt and those silly shorts and get your ass into the chair.  I want you naked for this,” I growled at Irene.

 

I was going to call her a sloppy cunt, but I was really pretty pleased with her actions so far.  I could tell she was scared, already humiliated and it seemed like she was doing everything she could to get back into my favor despite that, so I let her off by only using the tone of voice I had without the insults.

 

Irene heard me tell her to completely strip, which made her look around in slight panic and she almost said something, barely catching herself in time.  She knew that I meant what I’d told her to do and there was no other choice but to comply.  Michelle had climbed out of the chair so Irene broke position, peeled off her shirt and stepped out of her shorts, leaving the clothing in a pile on the floor.

 

While I wrapped the duct tape around her wrists and the chair, I began asking her questions.

 

“Are you a slut, cumwhore?”

 

“Yes Master,” she replied

 

“Tell me what you like to do with my cock.”

 

Irene blushed, having to answer in front of Monique, but she answered all the same.

 

“This slut loves to suck your cock, Master.  She loves to take your cock in her cunt and she’s willing to take it in her ass whenever you want, Master”

 

Michelle giggled, Monique gasped and Irene blushed even more.

 

“Is your cunt wet now, slut?”

 

“Master!”

 

I thought she was about to object to my question, but then she continued.

 

“This gyrl’s cunt is always wet, Master.”

 

“Monique, I need another small favor.  I’m a little busy here.  Would you be a dear and find out if she’s telling the truth?  I’d hate to find out she was lying.”

 

Monique took a step forward, halted, and then took another hesitant step.  She reached out her fingers then asked, “You just want me to slip a finger between her lips?”

 

“You can put a couple of fingers in her and make her cum if you want, but yes, as a minimum, I just want to know if she’s telling the truth.”

 

Irene watched Monique’s hand descend towards her exposed, shaven pussy.  She was breathing quickly now and I was pretty sure it wasn’t the fear that was causing it.  When Monique’s finger slowly slipped between Irene’s pussy lips, Irene spread her thighs more to give the young blonde better access.

 

“She’s soaked Sir!” Monique exclaimed.

 

My cock twitched when she called me sir, but I stayed behind the chair, tying Irene’s hair as Monique had suggested.

 

“Just as well she doesn’t need her clit done.  I’d get through a box of tissues drying her off!”

 

“That’s for another day,” I laughed.  “But I’ll keep you in mind,” I said with a grin. 

 

“Thank you for confirming that my slut really is telling the truth though.  For one that likes cock so much, her cunt is really tight,” I said to Monique, as if Irene wasn’t sitting right in front of us.

 

“You know, she does girls too, if you ever wanted to test her out and tell me what you think of her.”

 

“Oh I couldn’t do that Sir!” Monique replied, blushing.

 

I decided to let it drop for the moment.  Once I’d finished with Irene’s hair, I went to Michelle and unbuckled her ball gag.  Irene opened wide to accept it as I fitted it to her, buckling the straps just as tightly as Monique had on Michelle.

 

“There will be none of that numbing jelly for you, cumwhore, but if you do well and don’t squirm too much, you’ll please me.  Do you understand?”

 

Irene attempted to nod her head but found it immobilized.  Since she was gagged, she couldn’t respond in words either, so she had to resort to a couple of blinks.

 

I moved to the implement table and picked up the pliers, flexing the handles a few times to get a feel for them.  I then put them down again, swabbed the nipple I’d chosen to start with then used the half-melted cube of ice to optimize its turgid state.  Irene closed her eyes when I picked up the pliers again.

 

“Open,” I demanded.

 

Irene’s eyes popped open again.  When I closed the jaws around her nipple, I may have been harsher than Monique, because Irene tried to yelp.  I was pretty sure that was the noise she made, even though nothing really came out her mouth with the ball gag in place and all.

 

I pressed the needle through the hole in the jaws of the pliers and Irene tried to scream, the scream getting more and more forceful, despite her being gagged. I was surprised how much effort was required to push it all the way through the hardened flesh, and probably took twice as long as Monique had. Irene would have been squirming terribly if it hadn’t been for the duct tape.  Her chest was pushed out as much as possible and the muscles in her neck were so tensed they looked ready to burst.

 

Irene was emitting a constant hum and tears were streaming down her cheeks, dripping off her chin and onto her chest by the time I was ready to push the huge ring through the small hole I’d made.  The hum Irene was making notched up an octave when I pushed the ring through the hole.  This time I knew I had to push much harder, so the ring went through relatively easily.  The pliers were a bitch to get off, forcing me to push, pull and twist severely on Irene’s abused nipple in the process.  Then I almost dropped the ball when I tried to fit it to the ring.  My hands just really weren’t made for such delicate work, but Monique stepped in and popped the ball in place with a flick of the wrist and a cute smile.

 

I didn’t want to leave Irene too much time to recover so I went ahead and quickly did her matching nipple ring, once again Monique popping the ball in place.

 

I stood back and admired my handiwork.  The rings were exactly horizontal and I was proud of the job I’d done.  I admit that I was pretty fucking pleased with Irene too.  She’d put up with a lot of pain and didn’t once pass out.

 

I reached over her and released the ball gag, removing it from Irene’s mouth.  After an explosive out rush of pent up breath, Irene worked her jaws then smiled at me.  She was once again totally the slut I loved.  And now It was done.  Both sluts were collared and ringed.

 

I was about to untie Irene when I had another idea.

 

“Are you my slave, cumwhore?” I asked her.

 

“Oh yes, Master!  I’ll do anything for you!”

 

“I want you to prove it to me then.  At your age, most girls have had their ears pierced; yet you never have.  I know it comes from you reading the stories of Gor, yet I want you to have your ears pierced as a sign of your love for me.”

 

“I’ll do it, Master,” Irene said after only a moment’s hesitation.

 

“You’ll do what for me?”

 

“I’ll become a pierced-ear girl for you Master.  Please pierce my ears,” she begged, almost sobbing in humiliation.

 

“Can we do that here?” I asked Monique

 

“Ah, sure!  You don’t want those big fricken rings in her little ears though do you?”

 

“I want hoops.  I want delicate silver hoops.  Later I’ll get her bigger hoops, but I still want them small gauge.”

 

“We’ve got those, Monique said excitedly.  “I’ll be right back.”

 

Monique returned with just what I wanted.

 

I asked her to do the honors and Irene sat quietly as Monique used the gun to staple a stud though her ear, then sobbed gently while Monique replaced it with the hoop.  Irene continued to cry, but tried to smile at me as well while Monique did the other ear.  It was very touching.

 

“There is another thing I need you to do, Monique.  I want to get a couple of tattoos.  I found the one I want in that book.”

 

Monique went to the open book and picked it up off the floor.  Despite having a naked slave in the chair and a second with her tits hanging out next to me, I couldn’t help but admire Monique’s cute butt as she bent over.

 

“You mean the chain links?  That one’s getting pretty popular.  Where would you like it?”

 

Irene was waiting for me to untie her so I could sit in the chair myself.  I surprised her when I told Monique where I wanted the tattoo.

 

“On her hip, and another on fuckpussy’s hip.  A link for each day we spend together, I think, which would make it two for each of them.”

 

“You’ve known these girls for just two days?”

 

Monique was astounded, so I explained that we’d chatted online for a lot longer.

 

“This will be today’s final sign that you love me, I said to Irene as I leaned over her and reinserted the ball gag.

 

“She’d been in shock for a few seconds, which was just long enough to allow me to gag her.  But now Irene’s eyelids were frantically blinking as if to say, please don’t do this to me!  I ignored her.  I wanted her tattooed, Michelle had already agreed to be tattooed so she’d fucking well get a tattoo, like it or not!  Later I thought I could explain that I was going to have ‘slut’ tattooed on her belly instead, then changed my mind.  It might still happen, I decided.

 

Monique was not a fully-fledged tattooist, although she was learning.  She offered to do the work, but admitted that her associate Adam was much more skilled and had actually won quite a few awards for his work.

 

I asked Michelle’s opinion on such a basic tattoo and she thought that even though it was a simple tattoo, it’d be nice to know she’d been tattooed by the best.  I had to agree with that, although I wouldn’t have minded watching Monique concentrating over my nude slave’s hip.

 

Monique went to see if Adam was busy and minutes later brought him back.  I was standing there with my arm around Michelle’s waist, her shirt still hanging open, her exposed nipples in full view, as we discussed Irene’s body as if she were not right with us.  I’d just finished cupping Michelle’s tit, feeling the firmness and comparing her shape with Irene’s.  Now I was seeing how well she felt against my side.  It was quite pleasant.  I could imagine standing there like that with Irene tucked under my other shoulder too and my cock was having a hard time staying still in my jeans.  Adam did a quick double take when he saw the state of Irene, but quickly hid his surprise.  Irene managed to look sluttish, embarrassed and proud all at the same time.  My cock twitched again.

 

Monique introduced us and showed Adam the picture I’d selected.  She boldly told Adam that the females were my slaves and why they were to be tattooed.  I whispered something in Michelle’s ear and she grinned.

 

“Master, may a slave use the bathroom?”

 

“Ah, Monique, would you care to show her where it is?”

 

“Sure, no problem.  It’s next to the back door.”

 

“I don’t like my females walking around unescorted.  Would it be a problem for you to show her?”

 

Monique gave me a funny look, then smiled.

 

“Sure, come on…. fuckpussy?”

 

Adam’s head snapped around to look at her then returned to me.

 

“That’s her name,” I shrugged.

 

“Put your tits away gyrl!” I demanded.  “I know you like showing them off to anyone who cares to look, but you don’t want to cause these nice people any grief for exposing yourself in public!”

 

Michelle colored and quickly tied the shirt closed, grimacing when her nipples were pressed against the material.  She then followed Monique to the bathroom.

 

“So how long will it take to put that on her hip,” I asked, dismissing Michelle temporarily from my mind.

 

“I ought to be able to do that in about five or ten minutes.  It really is pretty simple.  Monique could have done it herself,” Adam said.

 

“We wanted the best and Monique said you were,” I explained.

 

Well, I’ll just get my stuff then.  Looks like she’s not going anywhere!” Adam laughed and looked longingly at Irene’s bound and gagged form.

 

I looked at her again too, appreciating what Adam saw.  Her face was coated with my dried cum, cracked in places as if she’d had a facemask on that she hadn’t removed properly.  Maybe that look is just as good as heavy whore makeup, I thought to myself.

 

As soon as he was gone, Irene began batting her eyes at me again, in a futile attempt to get me to take the gag off her.  I knew she wanted to plead with me not to tattoo her and I considered doing it just so I could tell her to shut the fuck up and take it, after listening to her pleas for a time.  I did enjoy hearing Irene beg so sweetly.

 

Instead, I took the opportunity to run my fingers down the side of her face, along her long neck, down the valley between her tits and over her stomach.  Her muscles twitched in excitement as my fingers traveled lower.  When they reached her groin, she parted her legs obediently and I was greeted with a waft of female scent from an overheated pussy.  Dipping my fingers into her fuckslot, I found that she was soaked and so was the seat beneath her.  I’d have to remember to have her clean the mess up, I decided, before Michelle had to sit in the puddle she’d made when her turn came.

 

“You are such a wonderful fucking slut,” I said to Irene, my voice tender with her for the first time in hours.  “You pretend you don’t want this tattoo, yet your cunt is absolutely oozing gyrl juice.”

 

I fucked my finger into her tight little hole while telling her how good she looked as a pierced-ear gyrl and with her udders ringed.  Her hips began to buck and it was plain that she was getting ready to cum for me already.

 

Just then Adam returned and I respectfully withdrew my fingers from Irene’s cunt.  She was on the verge, but hadn’t cum.  I smiled then licked her juice off my fingers, enjoying the taste of her.

 

Adam got right to work.  He drew the link onto a square of paper, overlapped the picture and drew it again so there’d be two links.  Then he transferred the picture to Irene’s hip to show what it’d look like.  The tattoo would be covered unless Irene wore low-rider jeans or a low-slung skirt.  I don’t particularly like females in pants, but jeans are a different matter.  The strings from thongs hanging over the waistband of jeans have always been a turn-on for me and I do enjoy seeing a nice ass held captive behind denim. 

 

I nodded to him and he got to work with the tattoo gun.  True to his word, five minutes later he was just completing his task as Michelle and Monique returned.  Monique was grinning and Michelle had a cute little smile on her face.  Irene arched her hips and Adam pulled away from her, thinking he’d hit a nerve or something.  As soon as she relaxed he spent another ten to fifteen seconds on her then declared the job finished.

 

“You know what?” I declared to everyone, “I think I’d like to compare Adam’s and Monique’s work.  Do you care if Monique does fuckpussy?” I asked, aware that the question was going to bring a smile to at least one of the people present.  I was not disappointed.  Monique’s face fairly split in two, she was grinning so broadly.

 

I leaned down to Irene’s ear and whispered something to her, unbuckled the gag then went around behind her and untied the rope before pulling out my knife and slitting the duct tape away from the chair.  Irene stayed still while I removed her bindings, knowing that a slave does not assist with that sort of thing unless specifically told to.  When she stood up at my command, I saw she’d really made a mess on the vinyl chair.

 

“Lick that mess up, slut!” I told her.  Irene looked at me, then at Adam, then bent over the chair and obediently began licking up her juices.  I could tell the process was arousing to Adam.  The bulge in his jeans gave him away as he intently watched Irene’s ass.

 

As soon as Irene was finished, she assumed the number one position, which showed off her rings to an even better degree.

 

“May a slave speak?” she asked.

 

“What, cumwhore?” I asked, already knowing the question.

 

“May… ummm… may this slut use the bathroom now?”

 

“Not dressed like that!” I responded.  Put some clothes on slut!” I demanded.  Then you can ask Adam if he’ll show you where it is.”

 

“Yes, Master,” Irene said and quickly found her clothes, donning them and ensuring that the waistband of her shorts did not interfere with her new tattoo.

 

“Sir,” she said, looking at Adam, “Would you show me to the little slut’s room?”

 

I smiled at that.  She sounded so cute having thought that up by herself.

 

“Sure,” Adam said,  “This way.”

 

As soon as Adam was out of earshot, I told Michelle to take the seat and pull her skirt down to her ankles.

 

“I think Michelle did as she was told?” I asked Monique.

 

Monique’s eyes got wide and she blushed, but replied, “Yes.  Ummm… she did real good.”

 

“I was going to have cumwhore suck me off while you did fuckpussy’s tattoo, but now she’s busy.  So you may as well get fuckpussy done.  Feel free to entertain yourself if you finish before Adam and cumwhore get back.”

 

“She’ll only be gone a few seconds,” Monique said, before registering what could be happening in the bathroom. “Oh, I see,” she said, grinning again.

 

“I’ll do a good job, I promise, sir,” she said, dropping in that cute subbie title for me again.

 

True to her word, she did do a good job.  Michelle found it hard to be quiet without the aid of the ball gag, and many times Monique had to stop while Michelle calmed herself.  But not once did Michelle scream.  She just moaned and squeaked.  A lot.

 

Irene was still not back by the time Monique was finished so she began to finger Michelle’s very wet pussy.  It was only a matter of about two minutes before she tasted Michelle’s juice right from the honey pot.  I warned her when I saw Adam coming and she quickly moved, making believe she was taking a close up look at the work she’d done on Michelle’s hip.

 

When Adam returned, he had that same stupid grin on his face that Monique had when she’d returned with Michelle.  Irene was wiping her lips.

 

“Ummm… Monique,” he said haltingly.  “I…. Ummm… decided not to… you know… ummm… charge for my work today.  She said she’ll tell everyone where she got it, so we can charge it off to advertising, okay?”

 

“I was gonna do that too!” Monique said.  But I have to charge you for the rings, okay sir?

 

“Hey,” I replied.  “A discount is fantastic!”  Let me know if I can do anything for you in return!”

 

“You already did, sir,” she said, smiling shyly.

 

Monique got up from the chair and without being told, cleaned up her own mess.

 

We followed Monique to the cash register and she rang in the rings.  It was just forty dollars for two tattoos and two pairs of silver rings.  What a fantastic price, I thought to myself.

 

As we turned to leave, Monique tapped my shoulder. 

 

“Umm, this is our card sir.  I wrote my cell number on the back if you want to, ummm, you know.  Hang out sometime.”

 

“Thank you Monique.  I’ll do just that,” I said with a smile.

 

Half way to the car, Michelle stumbled and groaned.  Concerned, I asked her if she was okay.  As soon as she got her wits about her again, she responded.

 

“It’s the balls, Master.  It’s just so hard not to cum with them in me.”

 

I laughed.  I’d forgotten she still had them in her!

 

“When we get to the car, remove them, clean them and give them to cumwhore.  She redeemed herself with me today.  So cumwhore, do you like your tattoo?”

 

“Yes Master.  You made a good choice.  This cunt never dreamed she’d actually agree to having one.”

 

“You didn’t, cumwhore.  Decisions like that are mine to make.”

 

“Yes Master.  Of course, Master.  Your cumwhore is sorry, Master.”

 

“I think you need to be reminded of who is your Master.”

 

“Oh, that’s me too!” Michelle piped in.

 

“Would you like to be the one to remind cumwhore of her place today?” I asked Michelle with a smile.

 

“Yes please, Master. She’s been a very bad fucking slut today and she needs a good spanking!”

 

“We’ll see fuckpussy.  Thank you for offering.”

 

I was actually quite pleased with her.  I hoped she was enjoying herself as much as she seemed to be.  I was already looking forward to making the most of her willing submission and her desire to humiliate and dominate her best friend if she returned next weekend, and it was only Saturday afternoon!