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!

 

Chapter 3

 

I was in such a good mood, I grabbed Michelle around the waist and swung her into my arms, effortlessly carrying the little Korean the last few steps to the car.  Before putting her down, I kissed her deeply, which made my cock respond.  Wanting to ensure Irene didn’t feel left out, I raped her mouth as well, running my hands around her waist and squeezing her abused ass cheeks, which made her groan and kiss back harder.

 

Putting them both once more in the backseat so Michelle could decide if she wanted to play with Irene once she’d completed the task I had given her, I sat for a moment deciding on our next destination.

 

I wanted to take my slaves back to the hotel and rape them again, but I knew there were things I’d want in order to satisfy my sense of balance.  For example, Irene was still wearing the cut-off track pants and they really were beginning to look a little worse for wear.  Michelle had the rope collar around her neck and it was beginning to annoy me with its simplicity and look of temporary functionality, instead of an elegant beauty that was more in keeping with Michelle’s features.

 

Michelle had proven herself to be an excellent slut so far, having sucked Monique and Irene both without complaint, not to mention impaling herself on my cock when she’d hardly ever seen one in real life before yesterday, much less had one down her throat. She was progressing nicely as my temporary slave, learning quickly from Irene how to please me with her mannerisms and also how to go beyond her friendship with Irene in order to be her Mistress and discipline her, as she had in the car earlier.

 

I didn’t want to grow too close to Michelle in case I was not to be given the opportunity of having her the following week, but I was concerned that it was happening anyway.  In my mind, the idea of blackmailing the sultry Korean cunt as I had Irene was growing more persistent, but I kept pushing it back.  At first I’d wanted to take Irene as my slave for purely selfish reasons, but now it was becoming obvious that Irene secretly wanted the terror that resulted from my harsh treatment of her, just as much as I wanted to inflict it.  I still looked forward to seeing just how far I could push her, both in humiliating and painful ways, but as for Michelle, I wasn’t sure.  Michelle, although new to the debauched and lustful things I was asking of her, was doing her best to please me at every turn, whereas Irene was a continual challenge.

 

I realized then that I’d have to have Michelle assist me in deciding her own fate at my hands.  I’d been very gentle with her so far, in my attempt to ease her into what was a very unusual lifestyle.  If I was going to push and eventually eliminate Irene’s boundaries, I was going to need the support of her best friend Michelle.  Watching Michelle whip the helplessly bound and gagged Irene over every part of her naked body as she hung from a chain imbedded in the ceiling rushed into my mind, causing my cock to swell and become immediately uncomfortable.  Replacing the image of Michelle and Irene for one of me whipping Michelle’s tight young ass and tits did not soften my cock in any way.

 

As I started the car, I wondered out loud if Michelle had enjoyed her weekend so far.

 

“Oh yes Master!  This slut has never cum so many times in such a little amount of time.  She’s starting to think she’s becoming addicted to orgasms!”

 

“It’s not all about cumming though, fuckpussy.  As a slave, you are to please your Master in every conceivable way.  If I wanted to, I could deny you an orgasm for the rest of the weekend, content to have you provide Irene and myself with all the pleasure we can take.  Of course that wouldn’t be very fair and I’m hoping you’re enjoying yourself enough that you’ll want to submit again next weekend, so I wont do that.”

 

“Oh… I never thought about it like that before.  But, ummm… I think would though… Just serve as a pleasure gyrl for you and cumwhore, I mean.”

 

I listened to Michelle and noted that she’d begun speaking about herself in the first person again.  To me, it was a sign that she was concentrating on saying what she meant instead of saying what she thought Irene and I wanted to hear.  I was very pleased.

 

“It sounds like I can almost count on you for next weekend already.”

 

“I wasn’t sure if I’d like it when we first got to your hotel, Master, but this gyrl has made up her mind that this is the most fun she’s ever had!”

 

Oh, the slut in her is making its way to the surface again, I said to myself with a smile.

 

“Master, may your slut ask a question,”

 

“Yes fuckpussy.  What is it?”

 

“May your slut know if either of us has pleased you? You’re smiling.”

 

“I was thinking of what we’re going to do tonight,” I said, my smile getting broader.  It was a lie at first, but then I did think of what I wanted to do.  I’d figured it out for Irene, but now I had two sluts willing to try almost anything once.  I wished I had two cocks so I could use one on each simultaneously and that gave me an inspiration.  Maybe I didn’t have two cocks, but I owned two now, thanks to the trip to the sex shop.

 

“We have to make another couple of stops, then we’ll head back to the hotel.  I think by then it’ll be dinnertime for my slaves.”

 

I put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic.  It didn’t take long to find a pet store and I even found parking right outside.  I considered leading my slaves in leashed, as I knew they’d find that ‘juicy’ as they sometimes put it, but changed my mind when I saw a mom and her child emerge.  I wasn’t there to embarrass anyone other than maybe Michelle and Irene, so I decided to leave them in the car.  I rolled up the windows, leaving them barely cracked.

 

“Stay here and don’t touch anything, cunts, except each other.  If cumwhore does anything to displease you, fuckpussy, you may punish her, but as I said, do not touch anything.  Understand?”

 

“Yes, Master,” they said, smiling.  I didn’t doubt that they were both scared and excited at the prospect of having to play with each other in a car with no tinted windows, on a busy street.

 

I went inside the store and found a collar to match Irene’s, a leash and four dog bowls.  Then I spent the better part of an hour just looking at the variety of pets and accessories for sale.  After checking the time on my watch, I paid for my purchases, adding in a toy mouse and a doggy bone, before leaving the store. 

 

At the car, I stopped and looked in the back window at cumwhore and fuckpussy.  They didn’t see me, but they looked better than ever!  It was no mistake that I’d wound the windows up.  The May sun in San Diego was nice and toasty, although not too hot, unless you had been left in a car with the windows practically closed and instructions to touch nothing.  Both fuckpussy and cumwhore were breathing heavily as if they’d been running and their shirts both clung to their chests as if they wore second skins.  Their newly pierced nipples stood out like beacons and the rings showed through the light material as plain as day. Perspiration covered the great deal of their bodies that I could see.  Michelle was fanning herself with the hem of her skirt, totally unaware that she was flashing her lightly furred pussy with each flick.  Irene was trying to cool herself with her hand, but had the other inside the slit seam of her shorts, obviously rubbing herself.

 

When I relented with their torture, I walked to the driver’s door and opened it.  I was greeted with a blast of warm air from inside that smelled suspiciously of sex.

 

“Oh Master!  Thank God you came back.  We were getting worried,” Irene said, still with her hand inside her shorts.

 

I leaned over the seat and watched her work on herself for a moment before Michelle volunteered an explanation.

 

Cumwhore saw a guy walking past and she said he looked hot enough to fuck.  Then she said this slut wouldn’t dare call him over.  Well this slut didn’t want to get into trouble for talking to strange men, so she told her to go fuck herself.  And that’s what she’s doing,” Michelle finished with a satisfied smile.

 

“I see.  You did well fuckpussy.  You took charge of the slut.  But I wouldn’t have minded you talking to him.  I would have objected if you’d offered yourselves to him without my knowledge though.  By the way, you were both putting on a nice show for all the passers by.”

 

Both females blushed but said nothing more.

 

“Now I need to find a fabric store, a K-Mart or a Wal-Mart.  It’s time to upgrade your dress standards.  Any ideas?”

 

“Master, there’s a Wal-Mart about a mile down the road,” Michelle volunteered.

 

I took us to the Wal-Mart and followed my slaves inside.  I enjoyed the stares they were getting and realized I’d have to hurry them along, because they were causing me to get an erection.  Old and young men were turning in their tracks to watch the beautiful Asians walk by, their shirts soaked through and leaving nothing to the imagination.  Women were frowning in displeasure or making a point of ignoring the alluring pair as they passed by.  Inside, the air conditioning caused the slave’s nipples to contract and poke even more invitingly at the front of their shirts.  Both Irene and Michelle were soon shivering.  I ignored their distress at being so nearly naked in front of so many shoppers and instead took the lead, looking for the fabric section.  When I located it, I perused the racks of fabric until I found what I wanted.  It was a manmade silk, very sheer, and in the right light, hardly opaque.  But if it shifted in just such a way, was almost as sheer as gauze; semi see-through.  I paid for twenty feet of it and we quickly left the store, the females glad to be back in the sun.

 

It didn’t take long to return to the hotel and once more I risked being evicted, by leading my sluts though the lobby with their leashes in hand.  I couldn’t resist the power I felt in controlling my sluts in this manner.

 

As soon as the door to the hotel room was closed, I ordered the females to strip and assume the display position.  Michelle looked quickly to Irene to be sure she had the right position.

 

I casually slipped out of my own clothing and set my purchases down.  After settling myself on the couch, I called to Michelle, telling her to crawl to me and retake her display position between my spread knees.

 

I could have watched that slut crawling around the room all night!  Her tits swayed one way and her ass swayed the other.  Her rings pulled her nipples down in a particularly sexy way.  My cock had already risen to half-mast by the time she’d crawled the maybe ten feet to me.

 

“This collar just will not do at all fuckpussy.  Even if something happens and you change your mind about joining cumwhore and me next weekend, I cannot stand you and cumwhore being unmatched any longer.  That’s why I have brought you this gift,” I said, pulling out the collar I’d purchased earlier.

 

I didn’t expect the reaction I got from her.  She launched herself at me!  She very nearly ended up with a broken neck when she did that, as my military training is pretty well ingrained.  Just in time I moved my hands and ended up grabbing her hips and pulling her into my lap.

 

“THANKYOU MASTER!” Michelle squealed, way too close to my ear for comfort.

 

“Position!” I growled, hiding my grin.

 

Michelle quickly got back into position, this time somehow thrusting her chest out even more.

 

I reached for her neck and deftly untied her makeshift collar, placing the new one around her neck instead.

 

“Now get back next to cumwhore, cunt,” I said to her still feigning anger at the way she’d jumped on me.

 

Michelle crawled quickly back to where Irene was and when I ripped my eyes away from her undulating ass, I was sure I saw something in her eyes.  Could it have been jealousy, maybe?

 

“Which of you would like to suck my cock?” I asked quietly.

 

Both females practically shouted their desire.  It was a pretty fucking good feeling to have not just one, but two hot cunts at my beck and call!

 

“I’ll make it easier then.  The one that sucks me is not the one who gets their anal cherry taken first.  It’ll be very memorable to be the first to give up your ass to your master’s cock.”

 

For a moment, there was silence as the females digested this information.  Both of them had proudly acknowledged that I would rape their ass and now it was being presented as a gift.  I knew Irene would do it, but did not look forward to it.  I also knew that Michelle was doing her very best to please me before Irene had the chance to.  It was Michelle who broke the silence.

 

“This slut will allow cumwhore to warm your cock Master, so that fuckpussy can show you her ass is even tighter than her cunt.”

 

Those words alone were almost enough to make me blow my load on the carpet, but I had another idea to make the scene more interesting.

 

“I like that idea fuckpussy, and as a reward, I’m going to let you suck my cock instead of taking it in your virgin ass just yet.  Instead, you’re going to spend your time while I fuck cumwhore’s ass, flogging her shoulders and, as well as you’re able, her dangling udders.  Once I’ve cum, you will clean her up.  Is that clear?”

 

“You want fuckpussy to clean up cumwhore’s ass… with her mouth?”

 

“As far as your tongue will go into her,” I stated flatly.

 

“Now you get to make another choice, fuckpussy.  I am willing to give both of you an enema, or neither of you.  It’s a lot more personal than watching you pee, so I will not insist this one time.  But if you choose not to submit to the enema, you’ll be jamming your tongue into an unwashed anal fuck hole.  Now choose,” I said, looking at my watch as if time were of the essence.

 

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“These sluts would like to have enemas Master,” Michelle quickly responded

 

“In that case, get your cunts into the bathroom and lean over the tub.  I will join you momentarily to clean your dirty asses out.”

 

I went to my bag and withdrew the enema kit and a little tube of K-Y jelly, then almost as an afterthought, took out an unmarked little white bottle too, then walked to the bathroom.  Two naked females leaned side by side against the side of the tub, their rears raised and inviting.

 

I had a hard-on and considered using it on one of them by way of a warm up, but I knew I had work to do.  At the sink, I poured a small measure of liquid soap into the rubber bottle, and filled it with warm water.  After screwing the stopper in place and ensuring the tap on the attached tube was shut off, I shook the enema bottle then hung it on the shower rail.  There were just less than three quarts of soapy liquid inside.  I lubricated the nozzle liberally with K-Y jelly and was finally ready.  When I laid a hand on Michelle’s ass cheek, she jumped, but maybe I just startled her more than scared her.

 

It was actually quite a lot of fun kneeling down behind her so I could see what I was doing.  Her cheeks were so white, other than the faint marks still visible from the morning’s whipping and her ass hole was pretty well hidden where the twin globes came together at the crease, so I instructed her to separate her own cheeks.  Her hands came slowly back and she did as she’d been bidden.  I was sure she felt acutely embarrassed, but she said nothing.  In moments, the nozzle was well inside her ass.  I flipped the tap and the water began to gravity feed into her ass.  When about half the bottle was inside her, she asked to speak.  I knew what she wanted would be so simply told her no.  At three quarters of the contents of the bottle, Michelle’s request was much more insistent.

 

“Just shut the fuck up, fuckpussy.  We’re nearly done,” I answered her irritably.

 

“It hurts!” Michelle whined before the bottle was completely empty.

 

I reached around and felt her stomach.  It seemed very bloated and firm.  I pressed on it and Michelle just about panicked.

 

“I can’t hold it Master!” She squealed.

 

“You’d better, or you’ll feel the whip, slut!” I responded, which must have helped her focus.

 

“Yes, Master.  But your slave is cramping really bad,” she sobbed.

 

“Okay, your ass is as full as I need it.  You’d better clamp down really hard now slut.  I’m going to take the nozzle out and if you mess up my floor, I’ll make you lick up the mess!  Understand?”

 

“Y... yes, M… Master,” Michelle eventually managed to respond.

 

I checked my watch and decided it’d be a good test to see if she could hold 3 quarts of fluid in her bowls for 3 minutes.  I leaned back against the vanity and watched her suffer, occasionally checking my watch.  After two minutes, Michelle was getting so antsy that I was on the verge of admitting I was about to lose the bet I’d made with myself.  At two minutes thirty seconds, Michelle began to plead to be allowed to sit on the toilet.  By two minutes fifty seconds, Michelle was attempting to bargain whippings for my permission to sit on the toilet.  I hadn’t mentioned how long I had intended to make her wait, so at three minutes when I allowed her to sit and release her clenched cheeks, she believed she had convinced me to whip her ass and pussy in exchange for this release.  I decided to straighten out her thinking only after I’d finished with Irene’s enema.

 

Michelle was absolutely beet red as she sat on the toilet expelling three quarts of soapy fluid from her rectum.  The sound effects that accompanied her embarrassment were fun for me to listen to as well.  I was surprised that there was no smell, thinking where this fluid had just come from, and then I thought more about it, realizing that in nearly 24 hours, the females had consumed only one small meal.

 

When she’d finally finished, I had her wipe herself off and flush.  Only when I told her to re-take her position bent over the tub did she momentarily hesitate.  I wouldn’t have put up with such a hesitation from Irene, but Michelle was a slightly different case. I wanted her help making Irene my perfect slave, so I was being gentle with her, where I planned to only get rougher with Irene.

 

Indulging her, I just smiled and explained that a clean and a rinse was required so that neither slut would taste like detergent when one had her tongue inside the ass of the other.  I also explained that dealing with the cramping due to 3 quarts of water would make taking my seven inches a whole lot easier.

 

Michelle obediently bent over again and offered her ass.

 

I had to refill the rubber bottle before refitting the pipe into her butt, although this time I added a surprise.  I just used cold water, which Michelle noticed immediately and which increased the speed and frequency with which the cramping attacks occurred.  Michelle was in absolute misery by the time I allowed her to release her load a second time.  Almost as soon as she sat on the toilet, I barked an instruction at her.

 

“Finger your cunt, slut!” 

 

It seemed that no sooner had her fingers touched her clit, than she came as she sat there, still expelling the icy water from her ass.

 

“Now that you’ve had your first enema, I want you to give cumwhore hers,” I told Michelle after she’d recovered from her climax and had once more wiped and flushed.

 

Michelle did a good job repeating what I’d done to her and Irene had every bit as much trouble holding the fluid inside herself, but she did not attempt to bargain with Michelle, whether it was because she feared that Michelle would be crueler with the whipping or because she was aware that slaves don’t make deals with their Masters or Mistresses.  I’d not yet said anything about the deal Michelle had thought she’d made with me.  I’d do that later.

 

When Michelle was about to recap the rubber bottle, now containing three quarts of cold water, I silently held up my hand to stop her.  Taking the little white bottle, I unscrewed the cap and poured the contents into the enema bottle.  Michelle’s eyes got wide, but she said nothing.  I was pretty sure she’d smelled what was in the bottle, although I was also sure Irene hadn’t.

 

When Michelle turned the tap on after refitting the tube in Irene’s cute little ass, Irene felt the cold water first, then started twitching her ass as she began to notice the vinegar and lemon mix I’d added at the last minute.  By the time the bottle was empty and Irene’s ass was full, she was in fairly substantial pain.

“You seem to be experiencing a little discomfort cumwhore.  I’m going to take the tube out of your ass and once again, if you spill anything, you’ll be severely punished.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master, this gyrl understands,” Irene wept.

 

I removed the tube and left Michelle to watch her while I returned to my bag and picked up the butt plug I’d purchased for Irene.  When I got back to the bathroom, both females were as I’d left them, but Michelle was running her fingers up and down Michelle’s neck above her snug collar, tormenting her quietly.  I took a little K-Y jelly and lubricated the tip of the butt plug, then positioned it at the entrance to Irene’s tightly clenched anus.

 

“I’m going to push this butt-plug into your ass cumwhore.  You’d better keep it pretty tightly clenched so that you don’t spill anything, which will make it more difficult to jam the butt plug into your ass.  I’ll do my job.  Don’t let me down by screwing up yours, understand?”

 

“Master, gyrl’s ass hurts.  It’s burning and it’s cramping really bad!  Please don’t add to gyrl’s pain!  Pleeeeaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeee!” Irene sobbed.

 

“But it pleases me to do so cumwhore.  Make me proud of you.  Take this lovely big butt plug in your dirty Asian ass and show me what a good cunt you are, okay?” I said gently to her.

 

“Yes, Master,” Irene said through her sobs, defeated.

 

I really didn’t know if it would work or not, but hey, if I can’t play out my fantasies with my own slaves, who could I do it to?  It really was difficult to overcome her sphincter muscle with the butt plug and Irene had to bite off a scream as I forced it into her, never having had anything at all introduced to her ass before today, but I was pleased when it seated itself and her sphincter grasped the base, allowing her to unclench her ass and seat herself on the toilet without losing control of herself.  It she’d felt full and in pain before, she must be in absolte agony now, I thought to myself.

 

“I will wait for you to cum twice before I remove the butt plug Irene.  If you haven’t cum twice in the next ten minutes, I’m going to whip your tits until you do cum.  And don’t pretend to cum either.  Between fuckpussy and myself, we’ll know.”

 

The way Irene’s gaze strayed up to my face while she sat there, even though she knew better, was a sign that she wasn’t sure I was serious.  To ensure she believed I would actually whip her tits if she didn’t cum, I lifted one of her heavy nipple rings and gave it a slight tug.

 

Irene gave a howl of excruciating pain and at the same time had an orgasm, her fingers still inches away from her pussy.  I quickly moved my hand and clamped it over her mouth as she jerked and twisted in painful ecstasy.

“One down, one to go cumwhore,” I said quietly, finally able to take my hand away from her mouth.

 

Her fingers got busy almost immediately and one hand even found her other new nipple ring and tentatively lifted it away from her tit, although she didn’t have the courage to pull on it as I had with the other.  Even so, thirty seconds later she was experiencing another powerful, yet much quieter orgasm.  As I watched her come down from her sexual peak again, I heard Michelle giggle.

 

“Up!” I ordered Irene. 

 

Irene slowly got to her feet.

 

“Turn and spread your cheeks.  I will remove the butt plug so you can void yourself.”

 

“Thank you, Master,” Irene said in relief, yet obviously shamefully aware of what she must look like to Michelle.

 

It was even harder to get the plug out of Irene than it had been getting it in, but eventually her ass released it with hardly any additional leakage.

 

The look on Irene’s face as she squirted the water out of her ass was priceless.  She was as red as a beet, yet obviously enjoying the feeling of release and turned on by being watched.  After she’d dried and flushed, I ordered the females to wash their hands and return to the main room.  I packed up the enema kit, washed my own hands and followed minutes later.

 

I went to the goodie bag and pulled out the spreader bar, then ordered Irene to kneel in front of me.  I told her to spread her knees as far as she could, then I used the spreader bar just above her knees.  I’d need room to kneel behind her if I was to rape her ass, which was probably still on fire.  But that only made my cock harder than it was before.

 

Next, I positioned Michelle, sitting her on her ass in front of Irene.  She was going to suck my cock, but I wanted Irene to get down on her elbows so she could eat her friend’s pussy at the same time.  My final touch was to get a few rubber bands and tie Irene’s hair into a ponytail.  I figured I would likely need something to hold onto very soon.

 

“Master, has gyrl been a good cunt this afternoon?” Irene asked.

 

“You never asked permission to speak, cumwhore.  But I forgive you because I am proud of the way you handled yourself in the bathroom.  Overall, you have been a very good cumwhore in the last little while.  Why?”

 

Looking down at Irene, I could see she was chewing her lip in indecision.  She wanted to ask something, that was obvious, but she didn’t know how.

 

“Spit it out, cunt!” I demanded in a harsh voice.  “I know you want something!”

 

“This whore’s titties are so sore master.  I know Mistress fuckpussy wants to whip me,” she said and paused to shudder, “but please ask Mistress fuckpussy to be gentle when she does.”

 

“A gentle whipping,” I said then laughed.  “Did you hear that fuckpussy?  She wants you to only whip her udders gently!”

 

“She probably doesn’t want them whipped at all, Master.  Did you notice that she didn’t even ask her Mistress, but jumped over her Mistress’s head and went straight to you?  Should fuckpussy be angry?” Michelle asked.

 

“I probably would, but that’s just me,” I said with a smile.  “And here you are trying to do her all sorts of favors like choosing to take an enema just so she could have one too,” I put in, making it sound like she’d chosen to have the enema solely as a favor to Irene.

 

Irene gasped at my words, then attempted to placate Michelle, not knowing if she really was angry or not.

 

“This gyrl is sorry Mistress!”

 

“So now fuckpussy’s a sorry Mistress?”  Michelle demanded.

 

“No Mistress!  Cumwhore is a sorry slave!  She didn’t mean to ask Master!”

 

“So you don’t like me being your Master any more?” I put in with a straight face.

 

“No!” Irene whined.  “Gyrl means yes!”

 

Irene was getting herself totally confused now.

 

“Cumwhore, look at me,” I demanded.

 

Irene immediately did as she was told and I could see the tears misting up her eyes.

 

“You are my slave and fuckpussy is your Mistress.  Whatever she or I do to you, it is your job to thank us.  We don’t make deals, which is why I’m not going to whip Michelle’s ass and pussy as she thought she had bargained for in the bathroom.  I might do it, but only because it pleases me.  Not because I agreed to a deal,” I said, momentarily turning my attention to Michelle.

 

“Yes Master,” Michelle mumbled humbly, her cheeks coloring.

 

“Yes Master,” Irene echoed between sobs.

 

Putting the matter to rest, I stepped up to Michelle, presenting her with my cock.  It had drooped a little, but it was still fairy hard.

 

“Offer me your mouth, fuckpussy.” I told her

 

“Please let fuckpussy suck your cock, Master,” Michelle said.

 

“Very well, you may,” I replied.

 

Michelle obediently took me into her mouth, and began to work her tongue around my knob.

 

“You may begin to suck your Mistress’s cunt,” I told Irene, taking handfuls of Michelle’s hair and pulling her face closer to me, forcing more of my cock into the willing slave’s mouth.

 

Irene did as she was told, lapping and sniffing as she attempted to get her tongue into Michelle’s pussy.  Michelle wiggled around, opening her thighs more to accommodate cumwhore’s ministrations.

 

I used Michelle’s mouth for about five minutes, but I had to pull her off me once and slap her face a couple of times to let her know I didn’t like her teeth on my cock, even though it wasn’t completely her fault.  Irene was having an orgasmic effect on her and she’d become distracted. Her eyes watered as she felt my fingers leaving their imprints, but she said nothing.  I didn’t feel her teeth again.

 

I knew I was getting ready to cum and the purpose of being in Michelle’s mouth was not to give her my seed, but merely to warm my cock to take Irene’s ass-cherry.

 

When I pulled out of Michelle’s mouth, I was sure I heard her moan her disappointment.  I looked down at her and caught her staring up at me with those big, beautiful doe eyes.  She quickly looked down however.

 

I moved around behind Irene, picking up her ponytail as I moved and used it to pull her up into onto her hands and knees.  I got down on my own knees behind her and used my free hand to feel her pussy.  It was, as expected, soaked.  I used my hand to guide my cock into her clasping pussy and felt her let out a delighted moan.  Maybe she thought I wasn’t going to use her ass after all, but for whatever reason, she let out a hissing ‘yesssssssssss’ as I sank my full length into her in one thrust.  I pumped a couple of times to get myself well lubricated, then withdrew, to a disappointed mew from her.  This time I lined my sticky cock up with her ass and pushed just hard enough to get the head of my cock past her fantastically tight sphincter muscle.

 

“Oh God, Master.  You’re so big!  It wont fit.  You’ll tear this poor Korean gyrl’s ass to pieces!  Oh!  Oww, oh fuuuucccccckkkkkkkkk,” she cried as I pushed a little deeper, ignoring her whining.

 

Despite the lubrication I’d gotten from her sopping pussy, the hole was particularly tight and it was difficult to push into her.  It was Irene who helped me bury the last of my length in her gripping ass, when she bucked against the whip that Michelle now wielded.  Irene let out a howl of pain and I realized that I’d forgotten to gag her and I couldn’t reach her mouth this time.  Michelle came to the rescue by shoving her pussy against Irene’s face.

 

Michelle continued to ride Irene’s face as I rode her ass.  The whip fell on Irene a few more times, but Michelle was becoming preoccupied with Irene’s tongue.  I counted at least two orgasms within five minutes.  My free hand found Irene’s clit and I slapped it a few times.  It was all Irene needed and as her orgasm hit, causing her to shudder and buck even more, I found myself unable to hold out any longer either.  My cork popped and I began pumping wad after wad of my thick white cum into Irene’s no-longer-virgin ass.

 

I reluctantly pulled out of Irene’s ass and moved around to take Michelle’s place while Michelle went to complete the task of sucking my cum out of Irene.  At first Irene took my cock into her mouth to clean it without hesitation, but I could tell the exact moment it registered where the man-meat had just come from.  It was like she no longer wanted any part of it and I had to press her head against my groin and physically make her clean me off.

 

Once I was satisfied with the job Irene had done of cleaning me, I let my cock slip from between her lips.

 

I stepped away from the pair and donned my pants before calling Michelle away from Irene’s ass-cleaning duties.

 

“I want you to go out and get us something to eat, fuckpussy.  Get dressed.  You have thirty minutes to get back here.”  I gave her some money as soon as she’d donned her skimpy clothing.

 

“What should your slut get for us, Master?”

 

“Korean, if possible, but Chinese if necessary.  Now you have twenty-nine minutes left.  Now move that slut ass of yours!”

 

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When Michelle had gone, I turned back to Irene.  This was the first time we’d really been alone since I first laid eyes on her.  I Just looked down on her, kneeling on hands and knees on the floor, her legs bound, her neck collared, her nipple rings dangling invitingly and the new tattoo on her hip all pronouncing her bondage to me.  I felt like a kid at Christmas again.  I had this new toy and there was so much I wanted to do with it.  My slave was far better than the action man toy I had as a child.  Not only did this toy have three holes to take my cock, but also there were all sorts of accessories to dress it up and tie it down with.  If I didn’t like the plain exterior, I could whip it to change the look and write on it so others knew to whom it belonged.

 

Just looking at her made my cock stiffen inside my pants.  I considered just taking her pussy again but then changed my mind.  I had all that rope and Irene had yet to experience being plugged, bound and offered.

 

Irene must have been becoming more nervous at my silent appraisal of her, for eventually she asked, “Master?”

 

“Be quiet slut,” I responded.

 

I saw her neck redden and I wondered if she felt she had embarrassed herself by speaking or if she had realized what I was doing, running my eyes over her body, deciding if I was going to rape her again, bind her, or do both.

 

I’d really not given her slave cunt enough attention, I decided at length.  Her mouth, for that matter, had spent all too much time in Michelle’s pussy and not enough on my cock.  Having two willing cunts to choose from was nice for me, but I wanted to spend a little time concentrating on my first gyrl anyway.  I also wanted to find out just how far I could push Irene.  Now was as good a time as any to start finding out.

 

I walked to my bag and withdrew the items I was about to use.  The first was an old fashioned corset.  I would have almost been surprised if Irene had seen a real one before.  It was stiff, from the reinforced construction and had long laces that would have to be threaded like shoelaces when it was fitted.  I also took out the vibrator I’d purchased for her before I’d come to San Diego.  Last was a jar of Bengay I occasionally used on overworked muscles.  My coil of hemp rope was still lying next to my bag, so I grabbed it as well.  I set these items aside and returned to the bathroom to get the butt plug I’d discarded earlier, then put all my toys down on the bed, ready to use.  Returning to Irene, I took her ponytail in my hand and used it to pull her towards the foot of the bed.  She was still bound to the spreader bar, so she had to wiggle to turn herself around and move herself across the floor before I yanked her hair out at the roots.

 

“You’ve been a good little cumwhore for me most of the day and I’m ready to forgive you for what happened this morning.  But I don’t want you to forget that your behavior was unacceptable.  I want you to be my slut without me having to resort to threats, so, to see if you’ve really learned your lesson, I’ll let you ask me to plug and bind you.”

 

“Master?  This cumwhore is sorry, but doesn’t know what plugging is.”

 

“Well you’re either a stupid whore or an ignorant one, cumwhore, so I’ll tell you.  Plugging,” I said, as if talking to a six year old, “is putting something in your fuck holes.  I’m going to put this nice butt plug back into your tight little ass hole and this,” I said, holding up a dildo she’d not seen before, “in your cumwhore cunt.  But you must ask nicely.  If you ask nicely enough, I’ll even lubricate them first.  Isn’t that nice of me?” I asked with a secret smile.

 

Irene blanched and visibly paled.  Reading her face was like reading a book; a child’s book with large print, at that.  She’d felt the butt plug before and wasn’t looking forward to it.  But to have the dildo in her at the same time was stretching her imagination, not to mention any other stretching that would occur.

 

“But Master, they’re huge.  The butt plug was sooooo sore when you used it last time.  Please don’t use it again.  Pleeeaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeeeee!  Couldn’t you just fuck this whore and make her cum instead?”

 

“You’re beginning to disappoint me, cunt.  You know what I’m like when I’m disappointed.  I simply wanted you to ask to be plugged and I even explained what it was.  I try to be generous and you abuse even that gift.  You thought it was something open for discussion.  Now what am I going to do with you?  Maybe your mother can think of something,” I said, reaching for my cellphone.

 

“Master! Please plug your cumwhore!!  Pleeeasssseee!” Irene quickly begged, so pitifully that my cock instantly hardened again.

 

“Too fucking late now, I’d say!  You know, I’ve been thinking.  I wonder how much your mom would really care about you being a slut?  When I call her and ask, I think I’ll suggest a few solutions,” I said, acting like I had already decided to. 

 

“Maybe she could personally plug your cunt and ass so you couldn’t use them to fuck.  That would be the obvious solution of course,” I said, looking at the top of her head, as she bowed it in shame.

 

“I’d quite like to meet her in person though, and show her some of the pictures of you, that I’ll be putting around campus.  My favorite is probably the one I got of you spreading your pussy lips and showing your fuck hole.  I even thought of a caption.  It could read, ‘I never say no!’  What do you think? Maybe I should take her a chastity belt to put on you?  By the time she gets you home so she can lock up your cunt, you could probably use the rest from all the boys and girls sucking and fucking you after seeing your pictures and demanding a go.  So really, I’d be doing you a favor!”

 

Irene couldn’t stand it any longer.  I heard the sobs begin quietly and I was a little surprised.  I hadn’t expected her to crumble so quickly.  I at least thought she’d get mad first!

 

“Now what’s the fucking problem?” I demanded then continued without waiting for a response.

 

“All I want to do is help you out,” I said cruelly.

 

“Your mom needs to know you fuck anything moving, so I’m willing to help with that.  I know how much you like to use those slippery holes between your legs so I was going to get you a steady stream of fuck mates.  I’m willing to do you all these favors and you start bawling.”

 

“Pleeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeee, Massssssssssster,” Irene finally managed to choke out. 

 

“This c... c…c... cumwhore has tried really hard to please you most of the day,” she stuttered.

 

“She knows she was a s... s… stupid cunt to get mad with you this morning and she’s reeeeeallly sorry, Master!  Please fill her fuck holes with your wonderful toys and use this worthless slut instead of calling her mom or putting those pictures up!”

 

“Now that sound’s better, cumwhore.  I think I believe you this time,” I said, loving the way she’d put herself down for me. 

 

My cock was so hard now that all I could think of was which hot hole to fit it inside.  The corset and stuff would have to wait till I unloaded my balls.  I moved closer to Irene and grabbed her ponytail in my fist and yanked her head back so her lips were level with my zipper.

 

“Get my cock out then and start working on it, you Asian fucker.” 

 

I was going to tell her not to use her hands, but really, I was too horny to wait while she navigated the zipper with her teeth, so I allowed her to use her hands.  In seconds, Irene was forcing herself to take my full length, ignoring her gag reflex and literally pummeling her own head against my crotch in an effort to please me.  I lasted maybe five minutes of this exquisite treatment before I filled her stomach with my cum.  She licked my cock and balls as well as she could, which resulted in me getting firm once more.  But I wanted her positioned and ready when Michelle got back with the food.  I looked at my watch.  She had a little more than fifteen minutes left.

 

“Okay slut, since you tried so hard to make me cum, I’ll put off the phone call and the pictures, for now.  But about that plugging…” I let the sentence hang.

 

“Oh please fill this gyrl’s cunt and ass Master.  It’ll look so hot!” She said enthusiastically, even though I knew she hated the idea.

 

“Okay, since you insist,” I said.

 

”Thank you Master!”

 

“Here’s the butt-plug.  Kiss it, then give it back to me so I can lubricate it,” I said, handing her the toy.  When she accepted it, I took a moment to tuck my member away in my pants once more, and then watched her work on the plastic toy.

 

Irene kissed, sucked and slobbered all over the butt-plug before returning it, maybe thinking that I was lying about lubricating it and wanting to ensure it was as slippery as it could be before I used it on her again.  I was fully hard by the time she’d finished.  I held out my hand and she passed it back to me.

 

I knew what would happen once Irene felt the plugging experience begin, so I fitted the ball gag to her well used and abused mouth.  Next, I unscrewed the cap on the jar of Bengay and not wanting to get any on my fingers, just dipped the whole tip of the butt plug into the jelly.  I then recapped the jar and set it aside.  Since Irene was already on her hands and knees with her legs well spread, all I had to do was rub the tip of the butt plug around her ass and push it in.  Irene’s ass had completely closed up again since the last time it was in her, so I was having the same issues as last time.  This time however, I was more prepared.

 

 

I knew Irene would have instantly felt the initial freezing cold feel of the Bengay ointment and may know what the smell signified, so I was aware that the plug had to be in her before the heat began.  To get the job done quickly, I held the plug in position and used my knee to ram it in.  Irene grunted into the gag and nearly fell forward from both the unexpected jolt and the pain of such a brutal entry, but managed to maintain her position.  Long before I’d finished lubricating the dildo that was to go into her forward hole, the heat from the butt plug lubricant had begun to make itself known to her. 

 

She made all sorts of funny little noises as I slid the dildo into her pussy, and her ass began to shake from side to side as if she was attempting to catch a breeze and cool herself down.  Her pussy was so wet that despite having both a butt plug and a dildo in her at the same time, the dildo would have been squeezed out if I hadn’t held it in with one hand before fashioning a crotch rope to hold it in place. 

 

Within two minutes of Irene being plugged and secured, she was looking more like a bucking bronco as she wailed her misery into her gag.  Her waist was being severely pinched by the rough rope, which was as tightly wrapped around it as I could make it, her ass and cunt had to be on fire and her jaw was probably still sore from the head job she’d given me, let alone being stretched by the ball gag.  A little discomfort does a slave some good from time to time, I thought to myself.  I just sat back on the couch, watched her and waited for Michelle to return.

 

Irene was still in position in front of me and still shaking her ass ineffectively, sweat clearly evident on her naked body, when Michelle got back.  I briefly wondered if the sweat was from her exertions or the Bengay.  Whichever it was, it was making me hot too and I was ready for another fuck.  Michelle had been gone a hair under thirty-two minutes.  Close, but longer than I’d given her and she knew it.

 

Without even being told, she set the food down, tore off her clothes and dropped to her knees in front of me, in the display position.

 

“Fuckpussy knows she took too long, Master, but please be lenient with your punishment this time.  Cumwhore looks like she’s too busy to share it with this slut.”

 

“Her ass is on fire, fuckpussy.  I used Bengay to lubricate the butt plug I put in her ass and the dildo I put in her cunt.  As for you, your punishment will be to be bound and have your cunt raped while you act as her gyrl gag.”

 

“Thank you Master!” Michelle exclaimed, thinking of having her furry fuck hole filled with man meat again.  “But what is a gyrl gag Master?”

 

“You’ll find out,” I said taking a separate length of rope in hand.

 

“Kneel just like cumwhore, but facing her, almost head to head.”

 

Michelle jumped to obey, probably in order to get to the fucking part of my plan as quickly as possible.  As soon as she was in place, I deftly unbuckled Irene’s gag, removed it and before she could even moan, much less scream, I pushed my two slut’s mouths together in a lover’s kiss then quickly wrapped the rope I had around their necks then heads, securing them in place so they could not break the kiss.  This resulted in Irene moaning right into Michelle’s mouth.

 

I tested the gag properly by picking up the crop Michelle had used earlier and striking the side of Irene’s tit meat, which made the dangling udder shake and bounce nicely.  Irene screamed in pain and the noise was muted satisfactorily by Michelle’s mouth covering hers.  I hit each of Irene’s udders a few more times before positioning myself behind Michelle and feeling her slot.  My fingers came away drenched.

 

“What a fucking soppy cunt you’ve got fuckpussy!  I could probably get my arm in there, it’s so wet,” I said, pushing just one finger into her tight little fuck hole.

 

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll fuck yourself back onto my cock no matter what, once I’m inside your dirty little cum receptacle.

 

Without waiting for an answer, I simply lined myself up and slid all the way in with one thrust.  She was wet, sure, but it must have been a little uncomfortable for her.  She was almost too tight for my thick cock.  But, knowing it would be bad to displease me she began to hump herself forwards and backwards, riding my cock and pulling Irene this way and that as she moved.  When I began striking Michelle’s shoulders, back and thighs with the whip while she fucked herself with my cock, it was her turn to begin screaming into Irene’s mouth.

 

Having Michelle cum while being whipped and fucked was one of the highlights of my day.  Having Irene cum while not being fucked by anyone was a close second.  I wasn’t even sure what was going on at first.  Michelle’s movements were becoming more and more jerky, as if she was fighting with Irene.  Looking over Michelle’s shoulder, I saw that Irene was balanced on her knees and only one hand, while the other tugged on one of her new nipple rings.  Michelle was balancing on her opposing hand, pulling on Irene’s other nipple ring, but much harder, maybe in reaction to the whipping I was giving her.

 

Eventually it all got too much for me as well and I came, hard, in Michelle’s soaked hole.

 

Neither female was able to clean me off, so I just wiped myself off on the crack of Michelle’s ass, before getting dressed once more.  I eventually untied both females, and removed the butt plug and dildo from Irene, then had them assume the display position while I dished out our dinner.

 

Michelle and Irene glanced at each other when they didn’t think I was looking.  They’d watched as I put their food into the bowls I’d purchased today and the question they had for each other was pretty obvious.

 

“Yes, you are going to eat out of these,” I said, indicating their bowls.  “After all, you are my collared and owned pets, even if only for the weekend.  You deserve no less than to be able to eat your food in a manner that befits an animal,” I said, putting a bowl in front of each of them.

 

“No hands, and don’t make a mess on the carpet either.  You may eat.”

 

I took my own food and sat on the couch with it, happily watching Michelle and Irene making the most of the small meal I had given them.  Even though I had a lot more than them and was distracted by watching them attempt to eat, I was still finished before them, so I went to my bag and removed one more pair of items.  One of the two items had been the heaviest of the things I’d brought with me and I’d had to pay extra to transport it, but now I was happy that I had.  It was a steel chain, such as that used for towing vehicles.

 

Irene saw it as I lifted it out of the bag.  She gasped, but then went back to finishing her meal.  We’d already had the discussion about inquisitive Kajiras. The other item was heavy in it’s own right too; an iron manacle with a stout padlock.  I set the items down and waited for my slaves to finish eating, then I offered them a bowl of water to share.  They looked so cute lapping at the water.

 

Once they were done, I told Irene to assume position one and Michelle to approach me.  I handed Michelle the corset and showed her how to fit it to Irene’s slim form.  It took a while and a lot of tugging, but eventually Michelle got the corset on Irene just the way I wanted it.  Irene was taking short breaths because of how tight Michelle had laced it, but her body looked even lusher in it than it did naked, which is saying something.  Her hips looked huge in comparison to her waist, which Michelle had managed to reduce by probably an inch and a half.  Her hairless cunt slot was already moist, but her sex juices were about ready to begin dripping.  As this was a cup-less corset, her udders looked enormous poking over the top of the corset and her nipples were engorged and red from the punishing treatment both Michelle and she herself had been giving them.  Irene’s legs were beginning to tremble and I didn’t know if it was in fear, shame or just fatigue.  She had, after all, had a stressful day with a lot of physical and emotional exertion.

 

I strolled over to Irene and without a word, indicated that she should turn around so I could see all of her.  In the back, the corset was shaped to follow the curve of her ass cheeks and provide support to help her posture.  The half-moons of her asscheeks looked particularly inviting, to the point that I decided I would soon be putting that butt-plug back in her rear fuck hole.  I was in a hurry for her to stretch just a little so I could fuck it without causing myself discomfort and a night with that in her wouldn’t hurt too much.

 

When she’d done a full rotation, I knelt at Irene’s feet and she looked down to see what I was doing.  The snap of the padlock as I fastened the chain and manacle around her ankle was the only sound in the room.  I hadn’t spoken and Irene had not dared to ask what I was doing.  Still, the sound caused her to shudder quite violently.  Then a particularly ardent aroma filled my nostrils.  One whiff was enough to know she had just had some sort of small orgasm, without even touching herself.  I smiled.  She was already almost the perfect fuck toy, able to cum without direct stimulation.  Maybe, given a few weeks of intensive training and there would not be a Korean whore out there to compare with her.  There might not even be another female out there with her stamina, ability to accept the degradation or the abuse that I intended to heap on the lovely cow.  Period.

 

“You will sleep at the foot of my bed tonight on the floor, cumwhore.” 

 

I picked up the free end of the chain and told Irene to go and squat over the toilet.  It was time for her to pee.  I wasn’t asking her if she needed to, but instead was telling her that it was my will for her to do so.  To make it interesting, I called Michelle to watch as well.  We were going to be her audience while the captive, shamed slave emptied her bladder into the toilet.

 

She made me wait many seconds while she squatted over the bowl and it wasn’t until I threatened to tie strings to her nipple rings and loop them over the shower curtain, using her nipples to lift her off the floor, did her bladder suddenly let go.  Maybe I scared her.  I don’t know.  Whatever works, I guess!  After she’d finished, I personally took a wad of tissue and wiped her off, which strangely, seemed to make her blush more than pissing with an audience had.

 

“You’re a messy little bitch sometimes,” I smiled, using additional tissue to wipe her thighs where she’d dribbled on herself.

 

I don’t know why, but I sort of felt closer to my slave, having done that task myself.  Maybe it was just evidence of how fully I owned her that made me feel the way I did.  Yes.  I think that was probably it.

 

I left the females then, so they could do any other pre-bedtime things that females do.  Once they’d finished in the bathroom and returned to where I waited, Michelle handed me the end of the chain.  I looped it around the bed leg and padlocked it, not that Irene would go anywhere anyway.

 

I still had to install the butt plug in Irene’s ass and then decided it’d be fun to watch Michelle do it.  Michelle’s idea was to make Irene take care of it herself by sitting on the plug until it popped into place.  Irene’s eyes got huge and her face reddened, but I could see her mentally steel herself for the task she’d been given.  Watching the slut squat onto the butt plug was exciting enough in itself, but watching her doing it with the restricting corset on, was even better.  I could stand back and watch Irene’s face contort as the short shaft of the plug was driven further into her rectum and the little squeak she emitted before the keeper ring was reached was very arousing too.

 

Michelle smirked at Irene’s humiliation and discomfort, which for some reason irked me.  Without saying anything, I found the butt plug I’d purchased today at the sex shop and held it out to Michelle.  She looked at it, then at Irene, then back at it.

 

“Grease it up and get it in there fuckpussy.  I might want your cunt tonight, but if your ass is anything near as tight as cumwhore’s, you’d better work hard to loosen it up some before I use it in the morning.

 

Michelle was about to protest, then changed her mind.  Instead, she quickly found the tube of K-Y jelly, applied it liberally to the plug, and sat on it, in just the same way as she’d had so much fun watching Irene do.  Her face contorted and her jaw clenched in pain and effort, but I had to give it to the slut; she got it in without pausing or crying out.  It was fun for me to watch the plastic plug sink into her ass until only the flange was visible.  Michelle stood up and cringed, unaware that the plug would feel as it did in her ass.  I had her turn around and bend over, which she did, presenting her plugged ass to me.

 

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“Lay on the bed, on your back, fuckpussy,” I said in a gentle tone of voice.  “Tonight is to be you that gets the spreader bar.”

 

Michelle did what she’d been told and I tied the spreader bar to her ankles.  Then, grabbing my handcuffs, I rolled her onto her side and shackled her hands behind her back.  It looked funny to me, to see Michelle nude on my bed, one leg in the air due to the spreader bar, so I smiled at her.  A final inspiration led me to roll her onto her stomach and attaching her cuffed wrists to the spreader bar.  I’d make it more difficult to fuck her, but with her legs pulled behind her she’d be aware all night of the butt plug in her ass.  I rolled her onto her back again and she winced as the cuffs bit into her wrists a little, pinned as they were between her body and the bed.  Her knees were now bent and her back arched, as if presenting me with her welcoming front fuck hole.  If I left her like that all night, it’d be a very long, uncomfortable night.  I dismissed the thought.  It was, after all, her job to please me, not to argue with the position I left her in to sleep.

 

“Curl up on the floor at the end of the bed, cumwhore,” I said to Irene.  “Wake me up at seven o’clock with your mouth.  And there is one more thing.  I expect you to cum six more times before you sleep.  I will trust you to do this, but if I think that you haven’t, or have lied to me when I ask you in the morning, you will be punished.  Good night, cumwhore.”

 

“Master!  You did say six more times, didn’t you?  This gyrl has never cum six times in a row!”

 

“Well tonight you will, or be prepared for the consequences.  You may rub yourself against the bed-leg or against your chains or you may use your hands.  But if you wake me up, you will not like how I treat you.  Now get busy!”

 

“Yes, Master!  Good night, Master and good night Mistress,” Irene replied, dropping carefully to the floor in her restricting corset, her hand already on her throbbing clit.

 

Before I turned out the lights, I did take Michelle as she was, bound with her hands uncomfortably bound to the spreader bar.  She squealed and cried out as she felt my cock thrusting deeply into her tiny Asian cunt, sliding alongside the butt-plug in her ass, but she came twice, which was very satisfactory.  She even cleaned my cock off when I presented the cum and pussy flavored Popsicle to her lips after pulling out of her well used little front fuck hole.  My cum dribbled over the flange protruding from her anus and onto the bed sheets…

 

As I drifted off to sleep, it was with the thought that the cleaning crew was going to have fun in the morning, especially if I left most of the toys out and on display.  All I had to do was see if I could plan it so Michelle and Irene could be available to offer themselves as a tip for the cleaning crew.

 

My eyes snapped open and I was instantly awake when I felt Irene’s hot lips wrap around the knob of my hard cock the next morning.  I’d fucked Michelle’s mouth again during the night, but generally I’d slept like a rock.  As Irene worked, I looked over to the alarm clock just in time to see the digital numbers flick to seven-oh-one.

 

I glanced over at Michelle and she was as I’d finally left her, her tits pressed into the bed and her head to one side so she could breathe as she slept.  She was totally unconscious.

 

“Does your chain allow you to climb onto the bed and mount my cock, cumwhore?” I asked after a minute or so of her ministrations.

 

“Yes Master.  Thank you Master.”

I looked down my naked body at my cock as Irene positioned herself, spread her lips and sunk onto me in one swift motion.  I noted that her cunt looked quite pink, which was a testament to the possibility of her having successfully completed her task.  She bit her lip as she took me into her slippery Korean fuck hole; aware that the butt plug had reduced the amount of cunt-stretch she had available.  I’d found that this Asian pussy seemed to be tighter than a comparable Caucasian cunt, but with the butt plug in place, cumwhore was indeed even tighter than she’d been before and once again I could feel the butt plug rubbing the side of my cock as she fucked herself on me.  I watched her udders jiggle as she worked her cunt around my shaft, the heavy rings in her nipples causing them to bounce delightfully just a little with each down-stroke.  A long time before I was ready to cum, Irene had begun her pre-orgasmic workup, where she cupped her fun bags and squeezed them, as if milking herself, while verbalizing the sensations she felt with cute squeaks and groans, the volume of which woke Michelle.

 

“Do not cum until I tell you, cumwhore,” I gunted out.

 

“Master, this gyrl thinks it may be too late!”

 

“Cum and you will be punished severely!”

 

“O…Oh… okay, Mas…Mast… Mater,” Irene managed to say, keeping the rhythm of her fucking motions as steady as she could.

 

A minute later, ”Now Master?”

 

“Wait.”

 

“Pleeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee Master!”

 

“Wait!”

 

“Oh Master, this gyrl thinks she is going to let you down!!”

 

I’d been training her to cum quickly and a lot, and now telling her to hold off was a new torture for her.  Luckily, her admission was enough to push me over the edge and I only just managed to shout, “You may cum, whore!” before I unloaded into her.

 

Irene jerked and twisted on my cock as her own orgasm overtook her ability to control her movements.  As my jizz pumped into her clutching fuck hole, she leaned forward and I grabbed her, pulling her down on me.  I raped her mouth with mine and we shared our orgasms until I recovered.

 

When I was ready, I roughly pushed Irene off my softened cock, causing her to slip off the bed.  I grabbed her hair and used it to pull her head down to my cock so she could clean her smelly cum juice off me.

 

“Once again you made a mess of my crotch with your slimy slut cream,” I said with a smile as she licked and sucked my cock and balls clean.

 

I looked over to Michelle once I’d had enough of watching Irene work on me, only to find her trying to dry hump the bed.  Feeling a little sorry for her, I once again took a bunch of Irene’s hair in my hand and pulled her away from my groin.

 

“Make your mistress cum, whore,” I said to Irene, once again shortening her name to remind her that her use was mainly that of making her Master or Mistress cum.

 

Irene moved away from me, with the heavy chain rattling, to do as she’d been bidden to Michelle.  She used her mouth on Michelle’s ringed boobs, before moving south to finger and lick Michelle to orgasm too, holding her lips tightly against Michelle’s pussy as she came, so that she could collect all my other slave’s juice.  When Irene finally returned to me I raped her mouth again and tasted Michelle’s wonderful juice from the inside of Irene’s mouth.  When I’d had enough of kissing Irene, I moved on to Michelle and kissed her deeply too, knowing she’d be sampling her orgasmic secretions third-hand from me.

 

Eventually the call of nature became too much to ignore any longer.  I climbed out of bed, unlocked Irene’s chain from her manacle and clicked my fingers in a gesture for her to heel.  I was pleased when I saw that she understood the command and knelt at my feet.  I walked into the bathroom and Irene crawled behind me.  At the toilet, I stopped.

 

“Hold my cock while I take a piss, slave,” I told her. 

 

I remembered her asking to see me yesterday and had decided it would actually be nice to have my slave hold me while I pissed and shake the drops afterwards just because I could.

 

“Master?” Irene asked after I’d finished.

 

“May a gyrl use the toilet now?”

 

“No you may not.”

 

Irene blushed, but did not ask again.  I washed my hands and left the bathroom, thinking how funny such an automatic habit could be.  I hadn’t even touched myself, yet I washed my hands afterwards.  I went to the bed and released Michelle from her bondage, not surprised when she also asked to use the toilet.  I refused her request too.  I wanted them to learn the slave way.

 

My next task for them was to make their new outfits from the material I’d purchased the day before.  I gave the material to Irene with pretty much no explanation except the demand to dress Michelle and herself as befitted Kajira.

 

With that I left them and took a nice long, hot shower by myself.  When I emerged from the bathroom Michelle was just finishing adjusting the cloth they’d fashioned short dresses from.  They both looked fantastic, although I could tell Michelle felt self conscious in her semi covered state.

 

Irene had taken the cloth and separated it in half, then folded each half in half again before creating a head hole on the fold.  She must have used Michelle as a model because somehow she’d figured out how short to make the body covering so that it would hide enough leg to keep them legal but absolutely no more than that.  With the off-cuts, they had fashioned belts to go around their waists. 

 

As they stood there, I inspected them.  From the side, each slut’s tits were displayed, but no nipple.  That might change as they walked around, covered in the ultra-light fabric, but I was pleased with what I saw.  The belt was about two inches wide and slung low on each slut’s belly, so that it would be more difficult for observers to be given a free display of Irene’s bald or Michelle’s lightly furred pussy as the slaves walked.  It was, however obvious to me and I presumed to anyone else who might look, that the slaves were naked under the light, unstitched fabric.  From the front, I was able to clearly see ringed nipples through the material, yet due to the properties of the fabric, they were displayed in such a way that an observer may at first believe they’d been mistaken by what they thought they’d seen.  Walking behind the slaves, I could discern the shadow of the butt plugs both females still had in place, such was the sheerness of their ‘dresses’.

 

“You have done well, cumwhore,” I told Irene, walking up to her, cupping a tit and sliding a finger between the slit in the side of the dress and then into her soaking pussy.  I kissed her once more, in appreciation of her efforts.

 

“But where is the corset?  I don’t remember telling you to remove it.”

 

“Oh, Mistress…” Irene began, then faltered, not sure if she was about to get Michelle in trouble.

 

I understood immediately that Michelle had taken the corset off her and I imagined it probably had something to do with Michelle’s disposition for trying to outdo Irene.  After all, I had only brought one corset and Irene got to wear it.  I wondered briefly if Michelle had done it to get Irene in trouble, and then decided she probably hadn’t.  I set the matter aside for the time being.

 

“We will leave now for breakfast,” I declared.

 

“May we get dressed in street clothes now Master?” Michelle asked.

 

I couldn’t help it.  I laughed at her naivety.  “These are your street clothes,” I smiled.  “Unless you’d like for me to take them away and lead you down the street, naked?”

 

“But… but they’re… Ummm… thank you, Master,” Michelle said, changing her mind before she could properly form her objection.

 

Irene and Michelle quickly found that they had to walk carefully and at the same time erectly, as we left the hotel.  Letting their shoulders slump even a little allowed anyone seeing them in profile, a view of their ringed nipples.  Taking big strides hurt, due to the butt plugs each girl still had inserted and caused the hem of the dress to flair alarmingly.  Walking behind them as we left the hotel, I got to see the butt plugs of both females as the material shifted about, before they learned to take even smaller steps.  My biggest problem was my hardening cock.

 

Our first stop was the running track we’d visited the day before for the slave’s punishment session.  This time however, there was to be no punishment.  I walked them down the dusty path until I’d found what I thought was an appropriate spot, and then stopped them.

 

“Bend over slaves.  Remove your butt plugs and give them to me,” I demanded.

 

Michelle and Irene both looked right into my eyes, not quite believing what they’d heard, before they both forced themselves to look down, their faces as colorfully matched as their clothing.  Irene was the first to follow my instructions.  She quickly looked around and then bent at the waist and grasped the flange of the plug.  By the time Irene had grasped her plug, Michelle had done exactly the same look around, bend and grab too.  Michelle had more trouble extracting the plug from her ass than Irene; maybe because Irene was not trying to cause herself less discomfort, as her asshole was forced open around the plug in the process of forcing it free.  Eventually both females stood on the deserted track holding a butt plug in their outstretched hand.

 

“Kiss the plug before you offer it to me!” I roared, feigning anger.

 

Both slaves tentatively brought their plug to their lips and gave it a peck.

 

“Is that the way you kiss me or my cock, sluts?”

 

Irene and Michelle quickly began slobbering all over the plugs that had so recently been in their own ass until I was satisfied, and accepted the gifts.

 

“Now you may find an open space off the path and do your business.  You both needed to pee,” I stated flatly.  Michelle and Irene looked at each other, not daring to look at me again, then their need overcoming their embarrassment, each found a little open spot and quickly squatted.  There was no wait.  The golden liquid found its way to the grass almost immediately for Irene and soon afterwards for Michelle.

 

Once they’d finished and shaken themselves as much as possible, which looked cute too, the females returned to my side.

 

 

We walked back to the car, my two sluts stepping gingerly as I hadn’t allowed them shoes.  I wondered how I was going to get around that issue at the diner, thinking of the slogan, ‘no shoes, no service’.  Then there was the manacle on Irene’s ankle.  I wondered if an explanation of that would be requested?

 

As it turned out, the same waitress was at the diner when we arrived.  She smiled at me and gave the females a disdainful look.  Maybe she was thawing towards me, I wondered.  She never said anything about my slaves’ state of dress or their lack of footwear, or even Irene’s iron anklet, so I didn’t press it.  The females slid into the same booth as last time.  We were the only customers there at that hour on a Sunday morning.

 

“Do not sit on your dresses,” I instructed the females.

 

Michelle and Irene quickly flicked the backs of their outfits out of the way and sat there, their naked bottoms warm on the cool vinyl seats, their faces mirroring their feelings of humiliation at needing to be told how to sit.

 

Breakfast was a repeat of the previous day, although this time I did not want the sausage links back after they’d each juiced them for me.

 

“Leave them in there.  If you drop them, you will be punished.  And today, I have a special request for you, cw.  Your task is to attempt to convince the waitress to blow me.  I do not particularly like the look of her or how she acts, but I’ll look forward to having her ask for permission to do so.”

 

It must have been the diner, I decided.  Once again, Irene was a naughty slave.

 

“This gyrl couldn’t do that Master!  Please don’t make her!  Pleeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeeeee!”

 

Michelle jumped in at that point.  “You’re saying no to your Master, slut? How dare you!  You are supposed to be your Master’s pet and you don’t even want to do small things like that for him?  What sort of slut are you anyway?” Michelle berated Irene, her voice growing louder by the moment.

 

“You need reminding of your place, cumwhore!  Master, when we leave this place, may your slave request that her gyrl crawl out leashed like the animal she is?”

 

Irene gasped at the very thought of having to crawl in public, much less leashed.  I wondered what she was thinking of Michelle right now.  But Michelle wasn’t finished.

 

“Sir, your slave has an idea that she’d like to talk to you about.  After you make your cumwhore do what you told her, may we speak privately?”

 

“I will speak with you while cw goes off to speak with the waitress, if that is what you’d like, fp.  I’m sure that cw’s mom would be able to convince her to do as I asked,” I stated, looking directly at Irene.

 

A tear formed at the corner of her eye as Irene digested this information.  I could imagine she was thinking that we must both hate her to make her do the things we’d suggested.  In fact, I loved her more for being able to manipulate her as I was, and I was quickly developing a different but equally consuming kind of love for Michelle too.

 

“Your slave will do as you wish, Master,” Irene stuttered quietly enough that I was made to strain my ears to hear her.

 

“What will you do, cw?” I asked.  “Tell me loudly enough so that I might hear you this time!” I growled.

 

“Your slave will, ummm, she will talk, ummm to the waitress,” Irene practically sobbed.

 

“What sort of fucking answer is that, you stupid whore?” Michelle practically shouted at Irene. 

 

I looked up.  Luckily, the waitress had not come running to see what the matter was.  We’d already been warned that this was a family restaurant.  Michelle’s language gave me a hard on, but wasn’t appropriate for our location.

 

“Shut your cock-hole,” I whispered, pointing at Michelle’s mouth.  “Although I agree with you, this is still a family restaurant and I expect you both to keep that in mind while you’re here with me,” I gently chastised Michelle.

 

“Try again, cw,” I said in a cold, quiet voice to Irene.

 

Irene had tears in both eyes now.

 

“Your whore will try to get the waitress to suck your cock, Master,” Irene wailed quietly, her face beet red at the thought.

“Then get your ass to the bathroom and clean yourself up so you can do it!  If I were the waitress, I wouldn’t even talk to you right now.  You look a mess.”

 

Irene got up and headed for the restroom.

 

“Her seat’s got a puddle of pussy juice where she was sitting,” Michelle giggled.

 

I handed her a bunch of tissues and she cleaned up the mess.

 

“So what do you want to talk to me about?”

 

“Wouldn’t it be fun to make cw wear the collar all week?  You could make her, if you added a padlock to it.  Then people would look at her and maybe ask why she was wearing it.  This gyrl’s cunt gets really hot thinking about her having to explain that she is your slave and doesn’t have the key.”

 

I thought about it.  I was already planning on leaving her ankle cuffed for the week, but that could have been hidden if Irene wore jeans every day. This would be something far harder to conceal, unless Irene wore roll-necked sweaters all week and with the weather the way it was, I didn’t think she’d be able to bear doing that every day.  I liked the idea.  An enhancement struck me then, too.

 

I looked up as Irene emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the counter.  She attracted the waitress’s attention and when the waitress came over to her, had a brief, whispered discussion with her.  The waitress looked over at me and I smiled then waved.  The waitress scowled back at me and said something to Irene that made her blush even more deeply than she was already, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the kitchen again.  Irene made her way back to the table, remembering to brush the hem of her dress out the way and sit her bare bottom on the seat once more.

 

“She said you were a pig, Master.  And she called me a dirty fucking whore.  She was upset, Master.”

 

“She’ll get over it.  You did well, cw.”

 

“You’re not going to punish your slave for failing you, Master?” Irene said hopefully.

 

“You didn’t fail me, slut.  You did exactly what I told you to do.  You ought to be punished for hesitating, though.  So I will lead fp out on a leash and she will hold yours while you crawl all the way to the car.”

 

Irene just hung her head in shame, defeated.  Michelle looked at Irene as if to say, ‘look what you made him do to me’, but Irene wasn’t looking so the icy stare was lost on her.

 

When I was ready to leave, I had to hold up my credit card to get the waitress’s attention.  She had been studiously ignoring me.  She reluctantly came over and snatched the card out of my hand, turning without a word towards the counter so she could scan it.

 

When she returned and slapped the slip that needed my signature on the table, I acted innocent and asked her what her problem was.

 

“You send your whore to ask if I’d do such a disgusting sexual act on you and then you act like nothing happened.  As I told you yesterday, you’re a pig and I’ll tell you something else.  I wouldn’t touch your penis for a thousand dollars!”

 

“Well ma’am, thank you for your comments,” I said, picking up the check and leaving her an additional twenty-dollar tip. “You are very rude,” I said as I signed my name, “making assumptions as you have done, but I appreciate your honesty none the less.  I also appreciate the fact that you value yourself highly enough to think that someone would pay even a fraction of that for your sexual services.  I’ll keep it in mind that you would however, go down on a person if the price were right.”

 

The waitress blushed as soon as she realized what she’d said and what I’d inferred.  She snatched up the signed slip and spun on her heel to go back to finish the transaction.

 

I waited.  At the table, there was silence.  The waitress spent several minutes at the register.  There was nothing more she needed to do for me, as the breakfast had been paid for.  Twice she looked over and saw that I was watching her.  I wondered if I made her uncomfortable.  Two more minutes I waited.  Michelle looked to me, as if ready to ask why we still sat there.  In total, we waited silently for more than ten minutes before the waitress came back.

 

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I, ummm… I was, you know… I jumped to conclusions, I guess.”

 

“You called me a pig and that is your prerogative. But you called my female a fucking whore,” I stated, quoting her own words. “My female has never charged for any sexual act, whereas you showed that you would do so.  It is therefore you, and not her, that is a whore.  You may apologize to her if you want to make things right.”

 

The waitress looked at me as if I’d slapped her, which I guess I had just verbally done.  Then her eyes dropped and she swiveled to look at Irene.

 

“I’m sorry miss,” she said quietly.  “As a Christian, I guess I have a lot to learn about not judging people.”

 

“Apology accepted,” I stated for Irene.

 

The waitress looked quickly back at me.

 

“I was apologizing to the girl,” she said, with only a little hesitation.  “I don’t need you to accept it!”

 

“I am her Master in all things such as this.  She was a naughty gyrl and as her punishment, she’s to be led to my car leashed like a dog, crawling in full view of anyone who looks, which will be very embarrassing to her.  She does this of her own choosing.  I am financially generous with you and in return you have been rude to me and insulted me.  Yet I leave it to you to think about how you will be judged by your maker.”  I watched her.  She said nothing.  I watched her as my words actually sank in.  Her face softened as her anger dissipated, to be replaced with obvious concern.”

 

“You can’t do that, though.  Someone might see!  Oh, the back door!  Please use the back door.  The boxes are out of the way now.”

 

“That is acceptable to me.  You know that you are punishing this female though.”

 

“Huh?” the waitress said, a perplexed expression on her face.

 

“I happened to notice that the area to the rear of this diner is made up of gravel.  Neither of these females is wearing shoes, and this one,” I said indicating Irene, “will be crawling.”

 

“Well that is your business,” she replied at length.  “The offer is there if you choose to accept it,” she finished in a softer, friendlier voice.

 

I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I liked her more when she was gentle and more feminine.  It made her immediately prettier to me.

 

We left via the back door.  Irene was made to crawl right from the booth we’d been sitting in, her leash held by Michelle, who was in turn leashed by me.

 

The cook got a good look at Irene as our little parade passed by him.  Irene’s dress left nothing hidden while she crawled.  Her tits jiggled and her ringed nipples popped out the sides, which caused Irene’s face and neck to redden.  The skirt of her dress hung away from her body and her shaven mound was clearly on display when the angle was right.  Judging by the cook’s grin, he got to see her at just the right angle.

 

“Fuccccck,” was all I heard from him as we passed.

 

“Show him your cunt, fuckpussy,” I said when I heard the cook’s appreciative exclamation.

 

To Michelle’s credit, she hardly hesitated.  She obediently held the hem of her dress above her waist as she walked past him.  Her sparsely furred pussy hair had caught droplets of the sex juice she’d been producing while sitting with Irene in the booth and this juice glinted in the kitchen lights, making her cunt look as if it had been sprinkled with diamonds.  It was very lovely.

 

I hurried the females across the parking lot due to the amount of traffic on the street and the possibility of trouble because the top of Irene’s dress had now worked it’s way completely into her cleavage, exposing all of her dangling tits to the view of anyone looking our way.  Michelle and Irene both squealed and grunted as the rough gravel scratched feet, knees and hands.  Watching the females’ move aroused me and I knew just the place I could take them to experience it further.

 

In the car, I put Irene in the back seat, still on hands and knees.  I made one change though.  I told her to give Michelle her dress before she ruined it, leaving her scarlet from embarrassment, on the seat naked but for her collar, ankle manacle, and nipple rings, behind un-tinted window glass.

 

I drove to a dollar store I’d seen and leaving the females in the car once more, I made a quick trip inside.  When I returned, I had the padlock Michelle had suggested, as well as the smallest choker chain I had been able to find, a pair of key rings, some sunscreen, an envelope, a stamp and a pen.  I saw Irene clearly through the back window, kneeling on the back seat as I’d instructed, but hunched as low as she could get.  From my angle, her ringed nipples were hidden from view.  Someone on a bus or in a truck would have seen just how naked she was. 

 

The thought make my cock twitch.  It had been unattended in hours, so once in the car and buckled up, I told Michelle to suck me as I’d done with Irene the day before.  Her lips and tongue on me were delightful and we had not even nearly reached our next destination before I’d filled her mouth with my seed.

 

Irene was banged around in the back seat of the car unmercifully as the twisting and turning road I traveled knocked her off balance time and time again, but each time she steadfastly regained her balance so I could enjoy the sight of her udders, their reflection half-filling the rear view mirror.

 

Eventually the road took us to the coast.  Exiting the car, I made Irene kneel while I went to the trunk and extracted my bag of purchases.  I clipped the leash to Michelle’s collar and told her she could allow Irene to get dressed if she chose.  Michelle looked around, smiled and replied that she did not think it was necessary.  Irene just made an embarrassed mewing noise, but said nothing.  We traveled a sandy path down to the beach, Irene naked, her ass looking particularly inviting.  My cock was once again hard as I followed her, walking next to Michelle.

 

Once we reached the deserted beach, I sat the females down on the sand in the display position.  I could tell by the way Irene’s eyes darted from one side to the other that she was dying to look around and ensure no one could see her, but she knew better than to break her position.

 

“Strip, fuckpussy,” I said at length.”

 

Michelle gasped.  “Master?” she said, her question obvious but unasked.

 

“Do you not understand the command to strip?  Get your slut carcass out of the fine clothing I loaned you, you fucking piece of shit!” I bellowed at her with a sudden malevolence she’d never heard directed at her before.

 

Without another thought, Michelle quickly peeled off her dress, not even looking around to see if anyone else was there.  I smiled to myself.  I’d scared her.  That had been my intent.

 

Assuming a normal tone of voice once more, I looked at Michelle again and spoke to her.

 

“Take this bottle of sunscreen and cover cumwhore with it.  Once you are finished, she is to work the lotion into your body.”

 

I’d selected this particular beach because it was a nudist beach, but I didn’t bother telling my slaves that.  I preferred them to think that they could be discovered and arrested for public indecency at any moment.  The thought of their obvious distress made my cock pulse uncomfortably within the confines of my jeans.

 

A few minutes later and both slaves had been well covered in lotion and were glistening in the sunshine, naked but for collars, nipple rings and in Irene’s case, an iron manacle around her ankle, kneeling at my feet in the display position.

 

“I am going to take a jog.  I can leave you here with the instruction not to move a muscle, no matter who comes along, or you can run with me so I can protect you.  What is your choice?”

 

I could see each girl weighing up her options.  To stay, I was sure they believed, was to be raped, arrested or both.  To run with me naked would be painful and humiliating, but safer than being left with no protection.  I looked forward to their decisions.

 

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We ran.  I set the pace and it was not a quick pace, but it was taxing for the females not just due to the fact that they were naked and their tits bounced delightfully, but because they were also barefoot and in dry sand, running barefoot is much harder to do.  We ran maybe fifteen minutes, only seeing one other person in the distance.  Fifteen minutes may not be long, but plenty long enough for a naked female with large, ringed tits.  By the end of it, we were all perspiring at least a little.  The look on the female’s faces was priceless when I began to strip myself naked, before walking purposefully down to the ocean for a dip.  Irene laughed and giggling, ran after me, catching me just as I was about to dive into the cool breakers. 

 

The feeling of her sweaty chest and large nipple rings against my back was almost indescribably erotic and within moments, I was hard again.  I took her right there in the water, picking her up and letting her wrap her legs around my waist with my cock buried deeply in her warm, grasping cunt.  Before I was halfway finished, Michelle had joined us so I took the opportunity to fuck Irene while deeply kissing Michelle.  Michelle let Irene ride my cock mere minutes before she demanded a turn too so Irene reluctantly dismounted and allowed her friend to take her place. 

 

It did not take Michelle long to reach a climax, which caused her legs to straighten out, so I pushed her off my cock and Irene mounted me again.  I was pleased that I was able to see both females to a climax and remain hard and unspent myself.  That meant I had energy left to force each female under the waves, one at a time, to work their mouths on my cock until I came, filling one mouth with a different kind of salty fluid.

 

I swam then, just enjoying being naked and in the sunshine, with two beautiful shuts to keep me company.

 

I emerged from the water after fifteen or so minutes, conscious that even though the females had been well covered in sunscreen, I had not.  Our run had, by design, returned us to where we’d entered the beach.  A few minutes in the sun was all that was needed to dry me to the point that I could dress again.  Irene and Michelle looked at me enviously for a moment.  I’d left them naked.  I reached into my bag of purchases and withdrew the choker and key rings.  The key rings were the spiral type and had little plastic tabs on.  I was not interested in the tabs, so I removed then called Irene to me.  I sat on the sand with my legs outstretched.  I had Irene kneel between my legs.  Her bald pussy looked a little red.  Maybe I’d been overusing her, I thought to myself, before moving to the business at hand.  I connected one key ring to the ring on the end of the choker, then to Irene’s left tit ring.  Irene winced at my manipulation of her tender nipple, more so after having endured the recent exercise.  I repeated the process with the other end of the choker and the other key ring.  Irene almost cried out the second time. 

 

She had now been fitted with a pretty chain handle I could use to pull her around with if I chose.  I liked the look so much that I decided then and there to soon replace the key rings with proper silver or stainless steel ones.  I took out the padlock and closed it around the chain, so it would act as a weight.  The lock probably only weighed eight ounces, but it was enough to make Irene cry out and her eyes to water.

 

“Do you want to go for another run, slut?” I asked with a smile.

 

Irene choked and gasped.  Her eyes opened wide and her horror at the idea of running with this torture device attached to her nipples was plain enough to make my cock stir once more.  I waited for her answer, which was not a particularly quickly forthcoming event.

 

“Master, this slave’s tits are really hurting.  Ummm… could we… ummm run slowly?  This slut would hate to ruin your nipples.”

 

My nipples.  Irene had called the nubs on her chest MY nipples, which of course is really what they were now.  I have to admit I loved to hear her say it though.

 

“I joke with you cumwhore,” I said, finally letting her off the hook.  “The lock is for safekeeping until later.  But don’t for a moment think that I wouldn’t punish you by making you run with weights attached to your nipples!”

 

“Yes Master, I mean no Master, I mean thank you Master!”  Irene was in some distress from her burning nipples to the point that she’d even forgotten to address herself in the third person.  Maybe more pain than distress, I mused, thinking of how well she usually addressed herself.

 

“I want you to lick fuckpussy to another orgasm before we leave this place,” I decided out of nowhere.

 

“Right here, Master?” Michelle asked in a breathless voice.

 

“Yes, spread your legs and let cumwhore crawl between them.  I like to see her make you squirm in pleasure.  Do it.  Do it now.”

 

Michelle immediately spread her legs and Irene dutifully moved herself between them, gasping when the padlock dragged on the chain connecting her nipples.  Irene was soon devouring her Korean Mistress’s pussy in full daylight, out in the open, with the surf crashing behind her.

 

What the females possibly didn’t know was that in the distance, a pair of figures were walking unhurriedly up the beach, heading our way.

 

“Keep working her until I return, cumwhore.  I need to pee.  I’ll be right back.”

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“Yes Master,” Irene said, removing her lips from Michelle’s parted pussy petals just long enough to acknowledge me before diving back in and making Michelle arch her back in pleasure.

 

“Pull on your nipple rings fuckpussy,” I said as I departed, noting that Michelle immediately obeyed.

 

I went into the dunes and quickly relieved myself, then turned and found a good vantage point to observe the events that were about to transpire. 

 

The females were well into it by the time the two figures saw them.  There were two young guys walking together, as if returning home after an all night party.  They looked a little worse for wear, as if they’d had too much to drink the night before.  One of them saw the females and elbowed his friend, who rubbed his eyes as if to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

 

I couldn’t see facial expressions, but I’m fairly sure he grinned.  The guys came closer, but carefully so that they didn’t make any noise.  They were about ten feet away from my slaves when they stopped and just watched for a moment.  One of them adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants but it was the other who looked at his friend first, grinned, and pulled out his hard cock and began jacking off.  Moments later, both guys were beating their meat as they watched Irene eating Michelle’s cunt for all she was worth.  Irene now had a couple of fingers in her own slot and she was moaning as she pushed her face more firmly against Michelle’s hot crotch.

 

“She is so fucking hot,” I heard from the dunes as one of the guys spoke to his buddy.

 

The females didn’t appear to hear him even though they were twice as close as I was, but when the guy’s buddy responded that he’d like to get a piece of the Asian slut doing the tongue job, I began to wonder, as Irene’s ass seemed to wiggle a little as if in invitation.

 

“Did you see that, Dave?” the blonde guy asked his buddy.

 

“I’m looking, I’m looking!” the guy with the long, straggly brown hair responded.

 

“I mean she waggled her ass at me!  I’m gonna stick it into her and see what she does!”

 

The blonde guy stepped out of his shorts and moved up behind Irene as she worked on Michelle.  She ignored him right up until his cock contacted her slippery lips from behind and then she squealed into Michelle’s spread petals as his cock slipped all the way into her in one motion.

 

Irene lifted her head to look behind her, but the blonde guy just pushed it back down into Michelle’s snatch.

 

“You have a fucking amazing pussy,” he said as he fucked into her with quick strokes.

 

Michelle’s eyes snapped open and she gasped as she realized she was looking up into the face of a stranger fucking her best friend.

 

The gasp turned to a shriek and the shriek into a shudder as she was pushed over the top into a juicy big climax.

 

I can only imagine how embarrassing it must have been for her to have opened her eyes and seen a relatively handsome young man fucking the friend that was eating her pussy.  Somehow I think it was that overload to her senses that pushed her into her climax.

 

Irene was getting pretty overloaded too, from what I could see and hear. 

 

At first she wailed for the guy to stop, then panted that he was raping her, and then she changed her plea to a demand to fuck her harder.  He was smacking into her so hard when she came all over his cock that her face was being mashed into Michelle’s cunt.

 

The blonde’s longhaired buddy didn’t seem to want to get some pussy of his own, even though it would only have been a matter of moving Irene off Michelle’s open crotch.  Instead, he stepped closer and jerked off even faster as he watched his friend pistoning in and out of Irene.  With a loud groan, he told his friend that his was going to cum.

 

“Then cum on the girls!” The blonde said.

 

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Here it comes!” The longhaired guy screamed as wads of thick, white, stringy cum flew through the air and landed on both Irene’s beautiful hair and Michelle’s naked tits.  He’s a cummer, that’s for fucking certain, I said to myself as I watched load after load get deposited on my girls.

 

The second guy must have been affected by his buddy’s exclamation for he too began to announce his orgasm and started to jerk uncontrollably inside Irene’s clutching pussy.

 

After seeing the blonde stop his thrusts into Irene, I waited a few more moments, and then began to make my way back to the foursome.  The blonde had just pulled his softening cock out of Irene when we made eye contact.

 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing with my female?” I roared in mock anger, slipping my knife out of my pocket and taking a faster stride to close the distance between the blonde and myself.

 

“Oh shit,” the blonde screeched to his buddy.

 

“We gotta go Sam!”

 

The guys were running down the beach in moments, one without his pants and the other glancing over his shoulder to see if I was going to give chase.  I stopped at my girls, made a show of shaking my knife-wielding fist at the departing guys, then knelt down to see how Irene and Michelle were.

 

“He… he… he raped me Master,” Irene said, and then began to sob.

 

“Did you enjoy it, slut?”

 

“Nooooooooo…. Your slut means, not really, she means she doesn’t know, Master!”

 

“Did you cum, cumwhore?”

 

After a pause, Irene admitted, “Yes Master.  Your cumwhore had an orgasm with a stranger’s cock in her cunt.”

 

“Then no damage has been done.  You must have wanted him.  Not once did you cry out to me for help.”

 

After a pause, I continued.  “You are both true sluts.  It seems that you will give your holes to anyone who wanders along the beach.  What am I going to do with you?  All I can say is that you had better not have worn your sorry Asian cunts out with those two boys,” I said in mock anger.  “Two such loose fucking sluts I’ve never known before,” I said, frowning but secretly supremely pleased with them.

 

“You had better be able to show me that those young studs have not worn you out!”

 

“Cum for me cunts,” I said to them.

 

Although they both had tears streaming down their faces from my verbal tirade, their hands went automatically between their legs and mere seconds later, they were both cumming yet again.

 

Maybe I’d made a mistake, I thought to myself a couple of minutes later, as I looked down upon my sluts.  They were both quivering masses of flesh, not responding to my command to stand at all.  I was ready to leave, but I could see that the females weren’t about to go anywhere under their own power.  I shook my head, picked up Michelle’s dress and the shopping bag and put the dress into the bag.  Then I tucked the bag into my waistband and simply picked up the females, one over each shoulder in a fireman’s lift.  I walked back up the sandy path to the car, getting a hoot and a few comments on my way from a bunch of young people heading for the beach themselves.  I imagined what I looked like with two naked bitches over my shoulders, their rear ends displayed for everyone to see.  Luckily, they were still beyond caring.

 

I dumped them unceremoniously into the backseat of the car and got in behind the wheel.  It was a good five minutes before Michelle sat up in the back seat and began looking for her dress.

 

“In the bag, fuckpussy,” I said casually, looking at her in the rearview mirror.  “Have cumwhore put hers on too, as soon as she’s able.

 

By the time we got back to the hotel, both females were fairly presentable in the backseat.  I parked the car, gave Michelle the keys to the lock I’d attached to Irene’s chain and told her to remove the lock.  Then I handed Irene the envelope, stamp and pen and told her to write the hotel’s address on one envelope and put a stamp on it.  When she’d done that, I told her to put a stamp on another envelope too.  When I’d seen that done, I told her to write her parent’s address on the blank envelope.  Her hand faltered.  I watched the pen in the rearview mirror.  It wasn’t touching the envelope.

 

“Would you rather I phoned your mom and ask her myself, cumwhore?  I could tell her I picked you up on the side of the road and you were so drunk all you could tell me was her phone number.  Being the nice guy I am, I could drop you off at home.  Then she would be able to see you as you are right now, ringed tits, tattoo hanging out the side of that scrap of material you call a dress, and all.”

 

Irene gasped at the mental picture I’d painted and quickly began writing.  I checked with Michelle to be sure the address was correct.  She nodded slightly to show that it was.  Irene hesitantly handed me the address.  I took a mental note of it, and then took one key and sealed it in one envelope, the second key and sealed it in the other.  I then handed the envelopes back to Irene.

 

“Mail these, cumwhore.  Go with her, fuckpussy and see that she does.  Then return here.  You have three minutes.”

 

I watched the two barefoot Korean sluts scamper across the road towards the post box.  I grinned when I saw that the back of Irene’s dress was soaked.  That sure was a lot of cum, I said to myself.  They took exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds to return.  I did not tell them this.

 

“As cumwhore’s Mistress, you must learn that you are just as responsible for her actions as she is.  There will be one caning on your ass for each of the seconds late you were, or you may choose to have a total of three on each tit.  This time, there will be no punishment sharing fuckpussy.  Decide while I drive back to our spot.”

 

Without a further word, I drove back to the running path, clipped leashes to the girl’s collars and led them down the path.  It was getting to be around noon now and the path was already quite busy.  No one actually challenged the way I was walking my two slaves as if they were animals to be led around on a leash, but the stares and disdainful looks were enough to totally humiliate my sex slaves.

 

I was glad now that I had the ball-gag with me.  Even in our spot off the main track, it was easy to hear the crunching of approaching feet, so I knew screams of pain would be more than enough to draw the authorities.

 

Once my slaves were in their display position once more, I put the question to them again.

 

“How many must we take on our asses, Master?” Michelle asked.

 

“That is not important unless you choose that option, is it, fuckpussy?”

 

“But…” Michelle broke off, knowing that arguing was not going to help her.

 

“You said three on each tit, Master?  So it would be over quickly?”

 

“Yes and yes,” I replied.

 

“Then we choose that,” Michelle said quietly.

 

“Tell me properly, slave!” I said harshly.

 

Michelle began to shake, partly in humiliation, partly in fear.

 

“We would like you to… ummm… we’d…  Oh this is hard Master!” Michelle said with a sob.

 

“Tell me, NOW!” I roared at her.

 

“We want you to cane our titties, Master!” Michelle sobbed, humiliated, embarrassed and terrified of me and what I was about to do.

 

“Very well.  You can go first.  Buckle the ball gag in place yourself,” I said, holding the straps out towards her.

 

Her fingers were shaking so badly that she nearly dropped the gag twice before she had it in place and could fasten it.  Then she took a minute to do a ten-second job.

 

“Strip!” I barked once she’d finished.

 

Michelle quickly pulled the dress over her head.

 

“Position One!”

 

Michelle stood, Put her hands behind her head and thrust her tits out.  Her knees were shaking so badly I thought she’d fall down.

 

Once, twice, three times I smacked her with the thin limb I’d found still on the ground from last time.  The first one was only registering as the last one landed.  Then Michelle crumpled to the ground, holding her injured tit.

 

“Three more, cunt.  Get your pussy ass off the ground now!” I hollered when I was sure no one passing by would hear me.”

 

Michelle must have been more terrified of me than of the pain in her chest, for she slowly got to her feet again and put her hands back where they belonged.

 

Whack, whack, whack, the other three landed.  Once again Michelle went down.

 

“Cumwhore, get that ball gag on.  You’re up!”

 

Irene did anything but hurry.  She had to know she was the one that had caused this punishment and that may have been the only reason she was able to make herself move at all.  She had just as much difficulty putting the gag on herself as Michelle had, but was able to keep her footing even as I laid on the third strike on one tit.  I made her twist to the side so I could have a clear target in front of me while I did the second three.  She was a tough little Korean fucker.  I did the second three much more slowly and she screwed her eyes shut and would have screamed her lungs raw if she hadn’t been in the ball gag, but she stayed standing.  Until after the last one that I allowed to fall right over her newly pierced nipple.  Then she collapsed, passed out for a few moments.

 

Ten minutes later, the slaves were dressed again and the welts that were sure to be there for many days to come were covered.

 

I decided to be tender with them, as it was just about to send them on their way.  I had a lot of work to catch up on before the next day and I knew the sluts had a lot of schoolwork to get done too.  Instead of leading them back to the car on their leashes, I put an arm around each of them and told them how proud of the way they’d taken their punishment.  Both of them surprised me by pulling my arms more tightly around them and blushing this time in pleasure at my praise.

 

At the hotel, the sluts cleaned my room and then I put some lotion on their tits.  Without being told, Irene knelt, unzipped me and took me into her mouth.  I was hard in moments.  Michelle slipped down next to her friend and for the first time, they shared my cock and the jizz that eventually followed.

 

“Display position,” I ordered once they were finished.

 

Both females hurried to obey my command.

 

Once they were in position, I inspected them.  They looked very beautiful, kneeling in front of me with their breasts equally marked with the welts of their recent beating, their nipples ringed, and the chain link tattoos they shared on their hips.  Even knowing the reason why, I simply couldn’t imagine how Irene had managed to reach the age she was without having had her ears pierced.  The hoops she now wore looked fabulous on her.  I knew that next weekend I’d have to find larger ones and a matching set for Michelle if she chose to return. I was fairly certain she would, if only to share in my dominance of her friend.

 

I took out the padlock and leaned towards Irene.  I fed the shank through one of the adjustment holes in her collar and snapped it closed.  Irene would not be able to remove the collar without cutting it off or using the key she’d personally mailed to her parents.

 

“You can either choose to wear this collar for the next week or ask your parents for the key once it arrives at their home.  But for the time that you wear the collar, you must tell anyone who asks, why you are wearing it.”

 

Irene paled at my words.  I could see her mind turning over the possibilities as if it were an open book, which in a way it was to me, having shared so much on line in the last number of months.  I could see her attempting to imagine explaining to collar to the guy she regularly fucked, or to the girls in her dorm.

 

“I expect you’re trying to imagine how you’re going to disobey me, cumwhore,” I said gently to her.  “Maybe you forget that there is at least one person in your dorm who I can contact on-line to see if you have been truthful about your collar.  There are also a number of people that fuckpussy knows of too.  I will get a report from her if she returns next Friday evening.”

 

“Of course the anklet will stay too, so when someone asks you about the collar, you are to tell him or her that you are your Master’s slut and you are in bondage to me.  Make sure to show them the anklet at that time.  You will add that you will fuck and suck whomever your Master tells you to and that you will be punished if you do not receive compliments on your performance.  If you want to, you may email me and ask my permission to fuck someone during the next five days and I will allow it, as long as that person reports your performance to me.  Do you understand?”

 

“But Master, this gyrl couldn’t do that!  It’d be too humiliating!  What if one of the professors asked?”

 

“That is not what I asked you, slut!” I roared.

 

“Master, this slut will do as you say,” Irene sobbed.

 

“Take your dresses with you and wash them.  When you return on Friday, wear them.  Now, you must go as I have a lot of work to get done before tomorrow. I’m sure you do too,” I said, my voice softening.

 

“You have both been very pleasurable to have had around this weekend, sluts,” I said, petting their heads as if they were favored animals, “and I will miss you for the next few days.  But remember what I said, cumwhore.  If the collar is not around your neck when you return on Friday, expect a most severe punishment!”

 

I pulled Irene to her feet and wrapped her in my arms, raping her mouth long and hard, before doing the same to Michelle, which left her breathless.  Then I patted her on the ass and told them both to get dressed and get out, dismissing them from my mind for the moment.