CHAPTER 27 More Fun At Karen's
Slut and Lizbeth had arrived at a silent accomodation that, though they didn't
think about it, was helping them to bond with one another as s****rs. Each had
had her pussy abused by Karen. Slut's was tender from being f***ed to rub it on
the nasty rabbit fur on the humping bar, far beyond the point where it stopped
being pleasant. Lizbeth had been cruelly impaled on metal phalluses then
shocked repeatedly. Neither was much in the mood for stimulation in the wrong
location, and each was grateful that the other was being gentle.
Given their orders to keep their mouths on the other's cunt, it was impossible
for them simply to maintain contact for the sake of it. So, slut concentrated
on keeping her licking confined to Lizbeth's outer lips and her clit while
Lizbeth concentrated on pushing her tongue deeply up into slut's vagina and
avoiding her reddened and sensitive lips and clit. This suited slut especially
well, because her freshly pierced tongue was quite painful and she was able to
satisfy her instructions by only using the tip of her tongue on Lizbeth. It
suited Lizebeth as well, dehydrated as she was, probing slut's cunt could at
least bring moisture into her body.
The garage was dark, hot, and very stuffy. They were not at all comfortable,
cuffed as they were, ankle to wrist, with slut on top. But, over time and with
much gentleness founded in mutual sympathy, they had managed to be able to give
each other at least enough pleasure to help pass the time. They did not stop
when the door opened and someone entered. Neither could see who it was, locked
in their f***ed embrace as they were. They knew their instructions and would
not violate them until told otherwise.
After an hour of watching the pig work itself into a frenzy on the humping bar
while henry serviced her own pussy and amy serviced Tawny's, Karen had decided
to check on "the girls", as she had put it. She was primarily concerned with
Lizbeth's hydration. It was a pleasant surprise to find them mewling and
moaning on each other's cunts. Karen smiled at the thought that she was forming
such a nice little f****y.
"How are we doing girls?", Karen asked, sounding like a suburbanite mother
checking on her teenage daughters.
slut spoke first, somewhat breathlessly. "This slut is fine, Miss Karen." She
winced. It was the first time she had spoken since Miss Karen had so cruelly
pierced her.
"This handmaiden is well, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered.
"Good. Do we know why we were punished?"
"Yes, M'Lady.", Lizbeth replied solemnly.
slut hadn't answered, but kept licking Lizbeth's cunt.
"slut?"
slut turned her head slightly to the side. "This slut does not know why she was
punished, Miss Karen."
"Oh, how dumb of you, slut! You have completely forgotten my little rule about
bringing me back exact change and all receipts for purchases?"
slut was shocked. Miss Karen was right. She hadn't brought back the receipt
for the gas, let alone the change. It had all been in the van after she had
been abused by the policewoman, but...the next morning she hadn't seen it again,
and had...forgotten.
"No, er, yes, Miss Karen.", slut answered, feeling her pulse quicken.
"Choose one, slut."
Miss Karen's tone was changing. slut hated that. "Yes, Miss Karen. This slut
forgot to bring back the change and receipts." That felt better. She had
already been punished, after all. Lying would only make it worse.
Karen followed through. "What happened to the change and the receipt for your
gas?"
"Um, it was...not in the van the morning this slut drove home, Miss Karen."
"You mean you lost it?"
"No, Miss Karen."
"You mean someone took it?"
"Um, yes, Miss Karen."
"Isn't that blaming someone else for something you had sole responsibility for?"
Lizbeth was holding her tongue deeply embedded in slut's cunt, making it more
diffficult for slut to concentrate on what she should say. "No, yes...yes Miss
Karen."
"You mean that you intend to blame human beings superior to you for your failure
to follow your instructions?"
This was not going well. "No, Miss Karen."
Lizbeth slowly probed slut's cunt, grateful that it was not she that was being
grilled in this manner.
"Let me make this simple, slut. Repeat after me. This slut is a dumb cunt."
"This slut is a dumb cunt."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"Say it again."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
"Again."
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
Why were you punished today, slut?
"This dumb cunt lost her owner's money and failed to follow instructions."
Karen turned and walked casually out of the garage, leaving "the girls" to their
pleasant afternoon of licking each other.
Karen had released the pig from the humping bar as soon as it appeared as though
it was suffering some discomfort. The bar wasn't going to be a punishment for
it, as it had been for it's s****r. The humping bar was going to be pig's
reward. Though the nice little narcotic cocktail that Karen had injected into
the a****l was far from worked out of it's system, it's cunt had grown sensitive
to the constant rubbing on the sopping rabbit fur. So, Karen had cuffed the pig
and placed it over in the corner while she had henry put away the humping bar
and clean up a bit. Henry had been told to remove the rabbit fur from it and
place it inside pig's end of the little hut in which it was kept at night. It
was a good thing for the creature to enjoy the constant odor of female arousal
while it slept. To internalize such a thing would only enhance pig's desire to
worship pussies and cunts when it got the chance.
At Karen's direction amy had carefully poured all of the cum from the three
bowls into a number of small plastic containers. Most were placed in the
freezer, some in the refrigerator.
Karen returned to the sunroom to find Tawny watching the pig. "I wonder if Doc
could give the pig little pointy ears, like an elf?", Tawny asked thoughtfully.
Karen returned to her chair next to Tawny. "Have you ever seen it done?", she
asked.
"No, but there's always a first!"
Karen could tell that Tawny was warming to her own idea as each second ticked
by.
"What if he botched it?"
"Then he'd owe me one."
"What about the pig, though?"
"I dunno, Karen. Off to the barbecue with it, I guess. Do you care?" Tawny
was impatient with such questions. Surely Karen didn't care that much about
this one.
Karen felt foolish. The pig was a throwaway and she knew it. "No, of course
not." If the pig was going to be their common fetish project, why not have it's
ears pointed? "I don't want it looking like Spock, though.":, Karen added.
"Spock had hair.", Tawny retorted.
"Whatever. You can do what you like while I'm gone."
"Thank you, sweetie.", Tawny answered, leaning over for a quick kiss. "So when
do I get my special treat?"
"You mean watching the pig lose it's innocence?"
"Yesssssssssss!" Tawny leaned down, parting Karen's robe to tenderly kiss her
right nipple.
"Well, we could do it now or later this evening, after dinner. I was thinking
I'd take you to a nice little place I know..."
"Okay.", Tawny answered. "I'm thinking it's probably time to go over to "my"
house and get situated. How long can a girl go around here without any
clothes?"
They arranged for Tawny to return to Karen's house at six o'clock. Tawny had
amy dress in Lizbeth's clothes from the evening before and retrieve some clothes
for henry so that the three of them could unpack and begin to get settled into
the "guest" house. Tawny pulled on her brown silk dress from the evening before
and left, but not before giving Karen a long embrace. "It's been so long.", she
whispered. "Today was great...thank you!".
Karen returned to the garage and removed slut from on top of Lizbeth, sending
her out into the yard to clean herself up as she would have that morning, if not
for the fact that she had been enroute from Miami. Lizbeth was uncuffed and
ordered to crawl to the sunroom, where Karen put her to work licking the pig's
sweet cunt. It would do well to keep Lizbeth down for a while. Licking the
a****l's cunt, especially after it had been well worked, would keep the haughty
bitch from thinking too much of herself.
She would be taking slut along for dinner tonight with Tawny. Slut could be
relied upon to provide entertainment and keep the evening from getting stale.
Though Karen and Tawny held a deep and abiding affection and lust for each
other, they sometimes had difficulty making conversation. Slut would be
available to make up for any awkward moments. Tawny loved psychodrama, and
Karen was sure slut could provide it.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable about slut's former home. Though she didn't
have an expectation of it, she sometimes worried that someone could show up
there looking for slut. She expected to be made aware by her training team if
the mother were on the move, and so would have some warning there. The team's
penetration didn't include shipboard data, let alone much D.O.D. information.
So, the husband might pop up, though it would be outside of his deployment
schedule. She knew the Navy didn't release sailors from deployment for marital
problems. But, there was always the unanticipated problem. Tawny could
probably deal with any unexpected intrusions, but she needed to talk with her
about it. She wouldn't feel comfortable leaving any of the slaves over there,
though. She would have to keep them in her home tonight while she and Tawny
were having their fun.
Karen's scotch buzz was wearing off, and she needed for it to. She rarely drank
that early, and it was difficult to stop once she started. She would have slut
make her some lemonade and a pot of coffee. That would be nice.
Despite the terrible and humiliating ordeal slut had suffered, she was relieved
to again be doing something familiar. It felt good to be cleaned up, both
inside and out. Her cunt was still sore, though now it was more irritated than
outright painful. Her tongue throbbed from the fresh piercing. The slapping
hadn't left any marks, but, like being tormented by the witholding of the cum
she felt she had earned, there remained a psychological wound that told her she
needed to try harder to please Miss Karen. It was with this resolve that she
assumed the proper position outside the sunroom to await further instructions.
She was relieved that she didn't have to wait long. The sun was brutal and it
was a huge relief to get back into the air conditioning after all the time she
had spent either outside or in the stuffy garage. Pig was enjoying the
attentions of Lizbeth's tongue in the sunroom, but slut was not able to enjoy
more than a cursory glance in that direction before being sent to the kitchen
for lemonade and coffee. Miss Karen's mood had changed and she seemed relaxed.
Miss Tawny and the blonde "slaves", henry and amy were gone. Slut felt better
now that she was doing something productive for Miss Karen. The coffee would be
excellent and the lemonade just as her owner liked it. slut would make sure.
After serving Miss Karen in her office, slut assumed her "wait" position. She
was quickly told to kneel, and spent the next several minutes waiting silently,
with her hands clasped together behind her neck and her knees spread
shoulder-width apart. She concentrated on arching her back just so, ensuring
her tummy was held in while her chest and ass were displayed enticingly. Miss
Karen never even looked in her direction. Slut could not help but steal little
glances at her owner. Despite all of the abuse she had suffered, she had come
to revere her. She depended on this woman for all that she was. Without this
woman she would not be the wanton slut she had become, and although much of the
life was grueling, the rewards...the cocks...the...
"Tonight you'll be accompanying us to dinner. You'll be prepared for anything.
You'll not embarrass me. Do you understand?"
slut's mind had begun to wander to visions of cocks and of cum. Miss Karen
almost caught her off guard and unprepared. She answered "Yes, Miss Karen.",
without hesitating. What else could she say?
"You know that public use of you is one of the purposes of my keeping you,
correct?"
"Yes, Miss Karen." Slut wondered why so much was being made of it. Would it be
that bad that she had to be prepared for it?
"Good. Now go clean the house, but keep yourself fresh." Miss Karen looked up
at her for the first time. She was smiling.
Tawny looked ravishing. Her body was made for little cocktail dresses. She
smiled broadly and performed several pirouettes for Karen, which was cute. They
touched cheeks in lieu of kissing. Karen had chosen to wear her plum Versace,
which Tawny had never seen. "My goodness gracious! You look good enough to
eat!", Tawny exclaimed in a false southern accent.
Henry and amy had filed past Tawny to choose appropriate positions just inside
the entry foyer. They quickly stripped out of their blue nylon sweat pants to
reveal that they were wearing matching white lycra bike shorts. They also wore
matching white cotton tank tops. Henry carried a small black gym bag. They
folded the sweat pants neatly and stacked them on the floor against the wall.
Karen was always impressed by henry and amy. They were good thinkers.
"I thought maybe we could have them work out while we're gone?", Tawny
suggested. "After being in a box for two days I'm sure a nice ride on your
stationery bike would do them some good."
Karen didn't trust anyone, and her first thought was of what she needed to
secure. All of her government issue equipment was already locked in a crate in
her bedroom closet. That she had done in preparation of the visit. "Why not?",
she replied.
"Would you mind if we brought slut along with us?", Karen asked. Tawny had
been quite open about how much she admired slut. Her answer was predictable.
"Not at all."
"Good. You get to choose her outfit, won't that be fun?" Karen smiled.
"You keep thinking of me! How nice of you. I'd love to dress up that doll
baby. Where is she?"
Karen called for slut, who had been dusting the guest bedroom.
Still naked, slut moved quickly toward Miss Karen's voice. She had heard the
doorbell ring and knew Miss Karen's friend had returned. She found them still
in the entry, and assumed her position before answering, "Yeth, Mith Kawen?"
The piercing in her tongue still hurt and she was avoiding using it as much as
possible. She felt her nipples hardening.
"Tawny will be choosing your attire and accessories for this evening, slut.
Show her your clothes and take your instructions from her."
Yeth, Mith Kawen.", slut replied. She moved off in the direction of Miss
Karen's den, where the boxes full of slutty clothes Miss Karen had made her
purchase were kept.
Karen turned toward henry and amy. "amy, go with them to help prepare slut."
Amy was off quickly to do as she was told, leaving Karen alone with henry. The
bike shorts were a nice touch on him, what with the nice package he offered and
the impressive bulge it produced.
"henry, you know how much I love you and that big hard cock of yours. If it
weren't for my preference for pretty women I surely could go over to the other
side with the likes of you." She traced a finger along the outline of his cock.
She loved to torment henry. She also loved that his brain was high functioning
enough that he knew when she wanted him to speak. He remained silent.
"I am going to offer you an incentive, henry. If you and amy can ride my
stationery bike sixty miles in the three hours we're gone, you'll have three
choices when we return. They'll all be good ones for you, very good. Keep in
mind that I have tape running of the entire house and that I don't want either
of you to leave the bicycle area. When one is riding the other is to be
kneeling as if waiting. We'll ensure that you have plenty of water. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, M'Lady.", henry answered respectfully. He was a gem.
"Good. For now I need you to go water Lizbeth, then secure her in the far side
of the little hut we've got her chained to. Then get a roll of the clothesline
I have in the garage and bring it to the sunroom."
"Yes, M'Lady." Henry moved away quickly and enthusiastically, as he always did
when given instructions.
Karen strolled to the sunroom to wait for henry there.
slut was already trying on her third outfit for Miss Tawny. She was becoming
wetter and wetter, and feared that soon her arousal would become apparent to the
woman and her "slave", amy, who was watching silently. slut had becomed
accustomed to being naked around Miss Karen all day, but these women were
strangers. She was embarassed by her long nipples and smooth cunt, and made
nervous by the need to obey every instruction she was given. Through it all,
too much of her mind was occupied by the bulge she had seen in the tight white
shorts in the entry foyer. She wondered when, or if, she would get to service
that cock. If only...
It was with considerable trepidation that slut realized the tight white tube top
and black spandex micromini skirt were Miss Tawny's preference for her attire
for the evening. Next she modeled her limited selection of shoes and a pair of
black, five inch heeled sandals were chosen. Miss Tawny then ordered amy to
make slut up "that special way that you are so good at", and strode out of the
room. Silently, slut led amy to the guest bathroom where all of her cosmetics
and jewelry were kept. The slave made her face up to look like a high priced
hooker. That was slut's observation only relative to her face and hair, which
were very tastefully done, though no so conservative as she might have preferred
in her old life. The "slave" girl painted slut's finger and toe nails bright
red to match her lipstick, and installed five large hoops in each ear. These
additions to her slutty clothes and shoes made her look like nothing more than a
streetwalker, and a blatant one at that. slut was clearly distressed, but her
cunt juices continued to flow and her inner thighs were now slick with them.
Just before finishing up, amy whispered to slut, "I think you're going to be in
for an interesting evening.", and winked. slut had no idea how to answer, so
didn't. she was taken firmly by the wrist and led out of the bathroom in
search of the Mistresses. They were both in the sunroom, watching henry finish
binding up the pig.
slut was shocked to see how severly tied pig was. There were a few times when
she felt pangs of guilt or sympathy for the creature that had once been her
adoptive s****r, and this was one of them. Each of pig's lower legs had been
doubled back and bound tightly to it's upper legs, while it's arms were bound
together behind it's back from the wrists to the elbows. slut hadn't known
megan to have been that flexible, and was amazed that her, or it's, shoulder's
had not separated from their sockets. pig's expression was one of obvious
distress and confusion - the pain must have been overwhelming.
Miss Karen had henry prop the pig in a position such that it rested only on it's
knees and it's hands, then ordered him to use some twine to bind pig's cunt
open. henry quickly knotted the twine to the top ring in the pig's right cunt
lip, then passed the string around and under pig's ass to the top ring on it's
left cunt lip. He continued until it's cunt was bound open in a sort of reverse
lacing arrangement, and tied off the twine only after stretching pig's cuntlips
so widely apart that slut wondered that the rings didn't tear the pig's flesh.
Miss Karen then had him pass the twine through both of pig's nipple rings, then
through it's tongue ring. Pulling steadily until pig's tongue was fully
distended downward and it's nipples pulled up and inward, henry then knotted the
twine to the tongue ring. He then followed his instructions in knotting a new
length of the twine to pig's nose ring and passing the free end through an
eyehook in the ceiling. With nothing more than the motion of a finger, Miss
Karen directed henry to pull the twine steadily but slowly. This had the effect
of causing the pig to shuffle painfully on it's knees the two or three feet that
it could until it was centered directly beneath the eyehook and could no longer
relieve the pressure by moving. It was no longer resting on it's hands and was
being held in a vertical position by it's nose ring.
pig's eyes rolled around in a panic, but slut could see that it's tasty little
cunt (she had grown fond of it) was brimming with thick juices that seemed to
ooze freely out of the bright pink little hole that Miss Karen had chosen to
display so cruelly. It's mouth was f***ed wide open by the opposing nose and
tongue bindings, and slut noted how perfectly matched the pig's tongue was to
it's cunt.
Miss Karen extended the smallest mercy by having henry place small throw pillows
under the pig's knees. Of course this necessitated a tightening of the twine
connected to it's nose, and henry attended to it without the need for Miss Karen
to direct it.
"How nice.", Miss Tawny commented.
"I thought henry and amy could use a bit of diversion while they're riding. If
they cover sixty miles before we return, I think they will deserve a reward.
What do you think?"
"Mmmm. I agree. Something for everyone to look forward to!", Tawny gushed.
"A little incentive."
"You are wicked, but that's why I love you."
Now Miss Tawny's attention turned to slut. "My God, amy! You've outdone
yourself!"
"Yes, indeed.", Miss Karen agreed. Except there's just one final touch that's
missing. henry, go to the cabinet in the garage and bring me the small wooden
box."
slut stole a glance at henry's ass as he made off toward the garage. He was
awesome, especially in those bike shorts. She tried to distract herself from
thinking about what was in the box, or what "final touch" was missing.
henry returned quickly, handing the box to Miss Karen, who opened it and held it
out for slut to see. "This is my piercing kit, slut. I'm going to pierce your
navel now." Miss Karen removed a small bottle of alcohol, a cotton swab, and a
circular needle from the box, then handed it back to henry. She sent amy off to
retrieve the ring she had gotten for the occasion. It was in Miss Karen's
bedroom, in the nightstand drawer. Miss Tawny moved in closer to watch. Miss
Karen swabbed the area just above slut's navel with the alcohol and handed the
bottle and cotton swab back to henry. She took a pinch of slut's flesh there
between her thumb and forefinger and quickly f***ed the needle up through from
beneath. slut gasped aloud, not expecting the pain to be quite what it was. By
then amy had returned. Miss Karen removed a tool from the box and passed a
small silver ring through the piercing before clamping it down with the tool,
resulting in a snap that meant to slut that the thing was permanent. Tears
welled up in her eyes, but no so much from the pain as from the thought that now
she was marked, permanently. Miss Karen had told her to look at her new
piercing, and she could see quite plainly that from the ring hung a silver charm
in the form of a pair of handcuffs.
slut then suffered the humiliation of having to display herself in various
poses, spin slowly around, and walk back and forth across the room a few times
for the entertainment of Miss Karen and her friend. This concluded with a
statement by Miss Tawny that only served to further bring slut down. "She looks
like a desperate slut trying to relive her teenage years, it's perfect!"
"We'll have to add the required tattoo above her ass later.", Miss Karen
responded.
"Good idea."
Miss Karen grasped slut by the wrist and pulled her off toward the garage. She
told henry and amy to start riding, and to make sure Lizbeth was okay.
slut climbed into the back seat of the Jag and assumed the position that she was
required to ride in. She lifted the micromini so that her ass would be in
direct contact with the center of the forward edge of seat, touched her toes to
the opposite outside rear corners of the bucket seats, and clasped her hands at
the small of her back. She was not permitted to allow her shoulders to rest
against the seat, so the position tended to cause her to work her abs in order
to keep her torso upright. It was strenuous, but bearable. Miss Tawny climbed
into the front on the passenger side and turned toward slut. Miss Karen had
gone to reenter the house. Nervous, especially after all that had transpired
that day, slut kept her eyes glued to the console between the seats.
"Ready for an exciting evening, slut?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny.", slut answered.
"I can hardly wait to have a go with you. I find you very attractive." Miss
Tawny's voice was purring. "Do you find me attractive?" She tossed her hair
back over her right ear.
"Yeth, Mith Tawny." slut answered evenly, carefully.
"Well, with just us girls going out tonight, I suppose we'll find out just what
kind of a girl you are, won't we?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny."
"I may be taking possession of you for a while, soon. I'd hate to have to do
that if I was unhappy with you. I'm sure you'll do your best to make me happy
tonight?"
This was bad. Or good. slut didn't know. She shouldn't think. "Yeth, Mith
Tawny." She added a slight nod for emphasis. Her chest was rising and falling
more now, what with the heat of the garage, the strain of holding the position,
and the line of questioning Miss Tawny was following.
"Do you like to lick pussies, slut?"
"Yeth, Mith Tawny."
"Would you like to lick my pussy tonight?"
slut was oozing. Her nipples hardened. Her body's reactions always made it
more difficult to stay focused. "Oh, yeth, Mith Tawny.!", slut answered
enthusiastically. If not her owner's pussy, slut would be happy to serve her
beautiful, exotic friend.
It was at that moment that Miss Karen returned, carrying the purse that slut
thought she must have forgotten. Before slut knew it, they were speeding off
down the road, bound for an evening out. Just the three of them.
CHAPTER 28 Girl's Night Out
It had been a thirty minute drive to the restaurant. slut knew this only
because she had spent much of it staring at the clock on the cd player. Miss
Karen played her jazz loudly, so slut couldn't even attempt to hear the few
conversations that took place in the front seat. She spent most of that time
wondering if the dread she sensed was stronger than the delicious anticipation.
If she performed well, she thought, she would be allowed to serve Miss Tawny.
To prove she was worthy, she could endure a lot. She was relieved to be able to
climb out of the car, once Miss Karen had parked in the restaurant lot.
The building was small, but the parking lot was full. It was still daylight, so
slut felt very exposed and conspicuous in the parking lot with the two well
dressed and beautiful women. Next to them, she must look like a...slut. She
was a slut, she reminded herself. There was no sense in denying it.
Miss Karen snapped open her purse, handing slut a small plastic container.
"This is your salad dressing, slut. I want you to hold it in the palm of your
left hand with your right hand around it so that you can be sure you won't drop
it. That's it. Now, tonight you will not speak unless we tell you to. You
will keep your eyes on the table in front of you. You will mind your posture
and how you carry yourself, and you will attend to our needs without question.
Do you understand?"
She was already trembling. "Yeth, Mith Karen."
"Looks like a whore, sounds like a retard.", Miss Karen quipped. Miss Tawny
laughed out loud, attracting the attention of the doorman. He smiled at the
three of them. The women started off toward him, so slut followed the
appropriate distance behind, concentrating on walking just as Miss Karen
required. She felt silly, holding the little container as though it were a
priceless Faberge egg. She felt a soft breeze blow over her bare cunt,
reminding her of how short the skirt was. She couldn't look up. slut did not
want to see the doorman's expression. Her bouncing breasts, held as they were
in the thin, tight tube top, caused her nipples to harden. This, in turn,
caused her cunt to begin to flow. She would not think about that, though. She
could not help it, and could only do as Miss Karen wished. It was better not to
think.
They passed through the doorway wordlessly, while the doorman greeted them
cheerily with a "Good evening, ladies." slut felt bad that no one answered him,
but resisted her own habit of being polite in order to comply with her
instructions. The restaurant was very dark on the inside. The host was already
leading Miss Karen and Miss Tawny to their table by the time slut realized they
were moving away from her. She was used to having to wait. It must be a really
good restaurant, she thought.
The ladies were led to a very small table for two. The host seated Miss Karen
and Miss Tawny, then noticed slut and became confused. "I apologize. I
understood...is it a party of three, then? I believe the reserva-..."
"Oh, it's alright. We did reserve for two but decided to let our friend here
tag along. She's having a lot of problems lately. Do you mind?"
"Oh, not at all. Would you like me to move you to a...". The host sounded
slightly purturbed, but only slightly.
"No, we can't upset your reservations for the evening. An extra chair will be
fine!" Miss Karen touched his arm reassuringly, and he smiled.
slut stood awkwardly next to the table while Miss Karen and her friend began to
look over the menus. She felt rediculous holding the damned container. She had
made the mistake of looking around a bit and had noticed people looking at her
with disgust on their faces. She knew they hadn't expected such a nice
restaurant to cater to...whores like her.
The host returned, this time with a curious expression on his face. He had
noticed the container. "Special diet?", he asked.
slut's face reddened at her inability to answer. She shouldn't have looked at
him to start with, and now had to redirect her eyes to the table. He held the
chair for her as she sat, concentrating on keeping her back from touching it,
and ensuring that it was properly arched. She didn't think he would ask again,
but he did.
Miss Karen waited a dreadfully long time before she answered for slut. "She's a
deaf mute." Her tone was curt. "And yes, it is a special diet item for her."
"I'm so sorry.", the host replied earnestly. He held a menu out to slut, who
started to accept it.
"That won't be necessary. She doesn't need a menu.", Miss Karen said
pleasantly.
Slut withdrew her hands, then knew she had made a mistake, or at least had
exposed Miss Karen's statement that she was deaf, as a lie. Her heart
fluttered.
After quickly collecting himself, the host informed the ladies that their waiter
would be Amanda, then retreated back to his station.
Slut remained completely still, concentrating on her posture and keeping her
eyes on the table in front of her. Miss Karen patted the linen tablecloth
immediately in front of slut, which was her signal to put the container down.
She folded her hands in her lap, as she had been trained to do when seated in
public.
Miss Karen and Miss Tawny discussed the menu as well as the wine selections for
a few minutes until the waitress arrived. The waitress sounded very nice to
slut, but she couldn't look up to see what she looked like. She spoke of a few
specials the chef had prepared for the evening and offered to bring beverages
and an appetizer while they perused the menu. Miss Karen ordered wine for
herself and Miss Tawny, and said to the waitress, "Our friend here doesn't
drink. Could you just bring her a glass of water and a straw please?" The
waitress, of course, was agreeable. slut sensed a note of surprise in her
voice, and dreaded the thought of any further exchanges. Her nipples were
trying just as hard as they could to push through the tube top. The restaurant
was almost cold, and that certainly didn't help.
Soon enough the waitress returned with the wine for the ladies and the glass of
water for slut, as well as an order of shrimp cocktail, one of slut's favorites
in her old life. It was time to order, and Miss Karen ordered rack of lamb for
herself and a plain leaf salad for slut, to be brought out with the entrees.
Miss Tawny ordered mussels. As soon as the waitress took the two menus and
departed, Miss Karen removed slut's straw from it's paper wrapper and placed it
in slut's glass of water. "You will not drink unless I tap your glass, and when
you do, you must simply lean forward and drink through the straw. You are not
to touch the glass." Slut remained still and quiet. She would not be tricked
into speaking.
"I am not sure your knees are wide enough. Adjust them." Miss Karen's tone was
so casual that her instructions simply blended in with the quiet, casual
conversations going on around them. Slut had known her knees were not at least
twelve inches apart. She had hoped Miss Karen wouldn't notice. A few inches
would not draw attention, but twelve inches was quite wide considering the
length of the micromini and the fact that she wore nothing beneath it.
Nevertheless, she adjusted them. Feeling the cool air move up between her legs
gave her a sense of exposure that made her nervous. Who could see? Anyone?
Now she had made two mistakes. She needed to concentrate, and not to think, she
told herself.
Now Miss Tawny leaned over to whisper in slut's ear. "I haven't tasted you yet.
I'll bet you taste really good. Take your spoon and push it up into your cunt.
I'll let you know when I want it, okay, honey?" slut nodded slightly, feeling
as though some acknowledgement was required. She unrwapped her silverware from
the linen napkin and, as subtly as she could, moved the spoon down between her
legs. It felt cold against her cunt lips, which were still sensitive from her
time on the humping bar. In one slow but deliberate motion she gently pushed
the spoon up into herself until only about an inch of the end protruded out.
She would have to hold it in place to keep it from falling onto the floor,
though. Slut tried to cover her right hand with her left to conceal just how
close it was to being directly on her bare cunt.
Over the next few minutes things were relatively event free for slut. She
succeeded in avoiding letting her mind wander, and concentrated totally on
simply doing as she was told and on being ready to respond to any instructions.
Her cunt was responding to having the spoon inside it, and she was sure she
could smell herself, but hoped that was as far as it went. There seemed to be
good circulation.
Miss Karen fed her a couple of shrimp, holding them up to slut's lips with her
fingers. Slut was sure this had been seen and blushed brightly each time. The
shrimp were delicious. The diet Miss Karen had kept her on was strictly
regulated, very healthy, and quite bland. She had eaten quite a lot of canned
tuna, but that's as close as she had gotten to seafood until tonight.
The waitress brought salads for Miss Karen and Miss Tawny, and asked slut if
there was anything she needed. Again Miss Karen announced, "She's deaf and
mute.", and added, "She's fine for now, thank you." Slut noted the long pause
before the waitress responded, and knew that now her curiosity had been aroused.
She watched them eat their salads using her peripheral vision. Her stomach
ached, she was so hungry. Miss Karen's salad was covered with thick blue cheese
dressing that contained huge chunks of cheese. At least she would be getting a
salad of her own - that was something, and something would be better than
nothing. All she needed to do was wait. Miss Karen reached over with her salad
fork and tapped it against slut's water glass. Slut leaned forward to take the
straw into her mouth and took a sip, quickly sitting back up. She had seen
movement out of the corners of her eyes. People around them had noticed, and
were watching.
Between bites of her salad, Miss Tawny said in a conversational tone of voice,
"I just don't think it's appropriate for you to enjoy icewater. Reach into the
glass with your hand, scoop out the ice, and put it in your mouth."
Slut blushed again, knowing she was being watched by who knew how many people.
Now she would have to take the hand away that camouflaged what was going on
between her legs. All she could do was to follow the instruction quickly, and
to not think about it. It was not her business to worry about herself. Her
business was to please Miss Karen and, now, Miss Tawny. She reached up with her
left hand, scooping a bit of ice out of the glass and putting it into her mouth.
It took her three tries before she got all of the ice out. She returned her
left hand to it's position and took a few deep breaths, hoping the attention she
was attracting would lessen.
Luckily, slut was left alone for a few more minutes and she felt she was not
being watched so intently. She was able to relax just a bit, at least enough
that she was breathing normally again. The mistresses were discussing Miss
Tawny's "farm" and the house that would be built there for Miss Karen. Slut had
no idea what all of this pertained to, and tried not to let herself begin to
wonder. They spoke as though her presence was of no consequence to them, which,
she supposed, it wasn't. She had gotten accustomed in many circumstances to
being treated this way, just not in public, and not by anyone other than Miss
Karen.
Just after the waitress took away their salad plates, Miss Karen addressed slut.
"One of your duties while in public is to make life easier for your owners. For
example, when one of us needs to pee, we should not have to wander the
restaurant in search of the restroom. You should locate it, inspect it, and
return. Then, when we need to pee, you will accompany us to provide any service
we may require. Go now."
Slut hesitated, much too long. She could not stand up and free her hands
without having the spoon slip out of her cunt. If she kept her hands, or at
least one of them, over her cunt to keep the spoon in, it would be...well...Oh,
God! Tears welled up in her eyes. Miss Karen was nibbling on the shrimp.
Maybe she could...the restaurant was dark...maybe...
Slut was rising, removing her left hand only long enough to move the chair back.
Then, with both hands over her crotch, she moved off through the restaurant to
find the ladies restroom. She knew she looked like a little girl who had waited
too long to pee. People noticed, she saw the surprised, disgusted looks on
their faces. She felt desperate, moving quickly, casting about frantically to
see any sign of the restroom. She moved straight down a row of tables, then
right. She reversed herself and went past a few booths, toward the kitchen.
Then, there, to the right! She pulled to open the door to the ladies restroom
and it was locked! Tears trickled down over her cheeks. She would not
sob...she could not give in. She didn't matter. It wasn't about her. She
blinked, squeezing the last drops our of her tear ducts. Thankfully the door
finally opened. The overweight woman coming out stopped, looked slut up and
down, wrinkled her nose, and muttered, "Have you no shame?", as she lumbered by.
Slut ducked into the restroom, locking the door behind her. Oh, God! She just
needed to breath a little bit - to calm down for the return trip. She took
note of the restroom, even straightening it up a bit. She wiped off the toilet
seat. Seeing herself in the mirror was a shock. Until then she had no real
idea of how visible her nipples were, pushing so insistently against the thin
fabric of the white tube top.
She removed her hands from her cunt, just to see if she could keep the spoon in.
It began to slip out immediately, and she knew she couldn't walk like that. She
was so wet that her thighs were now coated with cunt juice. The restroom was
quickly filling with the odor of female arousal. Slut knew that if she stood
there, dwelling on her situation, she might just break down. Who knew what sort
of cruel fate would await her then? She had seen what had happened to that
girl, "Lizbeth". She had to go back to the table. She had to do her duty.
She tried keeping the spoon in with just her middle finger extended down to hold
it in place. If she could give the appearance that her hands weren't all the
way "down there", she might be able to get back to the table without...it didn't
matter, but...
Slut unlocked the door and made her way quickly back to Miss Karen's table. She
held the spoon in with her right hand, leaving her left free to swing as though
everything were normal. Maybe, at least, those to her left who hadn't seen her
coming the other way, wouldn't notice. She kept her eyes to the floor in
front of her as she walked. It was better to keep herself free of the glares.
She didn't need to suffer more.
Back in her seat, with her chest heaving, she tried her best to calm down.
"Well?", Miss Karen asked. "Did you find it? Is it clean?"
"Yeth, Mith Karen. It ith keen.", slut whispered. She was supposed to be mute.
"How many toilets?", Miss Tawny asked.
"One, Mith Tawny."
"And the door can be locked?". It was Miss Karen again.
"Yeth, Mith Karen."
Slut noted that some sort of nonverbal exchange passed between them, but she
couldn't be sure. Miss Karen tapped on her glass again, and she leaned forward
to drink. "Each time the waitress comes to refill your glass, you will
automatically scoop the ice out and eat it.", Miss Karen said. Slut nodded
slightly after taking her sip. "Drink all of it, now."
Slut leaned forward again, to drink the glass empty through the straw.
Just then, Amanda, their waitress, appeared with the entrees. She placed a
plain leaf salad to slut's left. The little plastic container remained directly
in front of her. After placing the mistresses' entrees, she asked if anyone
needed anything.
Casually, Karen replied, "Yes, our friend here could use more water. She is
simply insatiable! And, could you give her extra ice?"
Amanda, eager to please, quickly replied "Sure!" and took slut's now empty glass
off for a refill.
"You may dress your salad now.", Miss Karen said.
Slut was famished, so reached for the little container in front of her with her
left hand and peeled the lid off. She had suspected all along that it might be
filled with some of the cum she had worked so hard to collect over the past
weeks. There was a generous amount of it, much more than was needed to dress
the salad. She nearly swooned when the acrid smell of it reached her nostrils.
Slut simply dumped it into the salad salad bowl and started to put the lid back
on the container. Miss Karen stopped her by saying quietly, "You'll need to
lick it clean before putting the lid on. Not a drop is to be wasted."
Slut was glad to have cum on her tongue again, whatever the circumstances. She
couldn't help but glance around at the other tables, though, to see who was
watching. She quickly regretted it, as she did have a small audience. As
daintily as she could, she quickly swirled her tongue around the inside of the
little plastic container to ensure all of he cum was removed. Just then the
waitress returned with slut's fresh glass of icewater.
"Must be really good dressing. Home made?", Amanda asked.
Slut started to nod, then remembered she was supposed to be deaf.
"Apparently.", Miss Karen answered offhandedly. "That girl has no manners
whatsoever."
"Well, there is a first for everything. I've never had a patron lick anything
like that before.", Amanda said.
Neither of the women responded to the comment and she finally moved off toward
the kitchen. Slut began scooping the ice out of her water glass and eating it
as fast as she could. People were still watching. She could sense it. She
crunched up and swallowed the ice as fast as she could, not just to please Miss
Karen but to be able to begin eating her salad.
"I'd like to have your spoon now, dear.", Miss Tawny said just before eating her
first mussel.
Slut was glad to comply, but for her audience. She reached for another handful
of ice, knowing they would be watching her do that while she slipped the spoon
out of her oozing cunt with her right hand. She held it out to Miss Tawny,
handle first. Unfortunately for slut, Miss Tawny chose not to take it right
away, forcing her to hold it out for several long seconds while she continued to
shovel ice from the glass to her mouth. Now she noticed more heads turning her
way, and her pulse quickened again.
Thankfully, Miss Tawny finally took the spoon and held it up to her nose. She
passed it back and forth under her nose as though it were a wine cork, studying
slut's aroma. Slut felt compelled to watch, though not directly. It was
important to her what Miss Tawny thought of her...taste. Miss Tawny's tongue
finally reached out and touched it, but slut couldn't read anything in her
expression. Miss Tawny put the spoon down and slut turned her attention to the
salad.
The spinach leaves were literally floating in the cum. Slut couldn't wait any
longer and reached for her salad fork. "If I recall correctly, you aren't
permitted to use utensils.", Miss Karen said while chewing on her rice.
Slut's face bloomed into a bright crimson blush yet again. Oh, God!, she
thought. It was best not to think. She hadn't made a mistake with the fork,
technically - other than forgetting a rule, but...it was best not to think. It
wasn't about her. It was better to do what she was told. Her job was to please
Miss Karen.
With a steely determination, she moved the bowl over in front of her and reached
into it with her right hand. Taking a large leaf, she swirled it around a bit
in the cum and leaned forward over the bowl to avoid any spillage. Turning her
head slightly to the side, she quickly lifted the leaf and pushed it into her
open mouth. Cum dripped down over her hand as well as out of the corner of her
mouth. Mmmm...it felt sooooo good to feel the cum slipping down her throat.
She licked the corner of her mouth off, then her fingers, and reached into the
bowl for another leaf.
This continued until slut had eaten all of the spinach leaves and nothing
remained but the cum. Miss Karen suggested she use the straw to suck up the
remainder of the cum, and reminded slut that she was not to waste a drop, which
meant she would have to lick the bowl clean to complete her meal. Her cunt was
positively vibrating, as it always did when she had cum coating the back of her
throat.
Slut quickly sucked the remaining cum up through the straw, then lifted the bowl
to lick it clean. She held some of the sweet man juice in her mouth, swirling
it around and over her teeth and gums, savoring the taste and texture. Who knew
when she would again be so rewarded? Flash images of herself sucking and
fucking different men began to play in her mind, and she imagined herself being
filled in all three holes, there, on the restaurant floor. Her motor was
running, and it was running at full speed. Her chest heaved, causing her
freakishly long, fat nipples to rise and fall dramatically in their tube top
casement.
Miss Karen broke the cycle by tapping on slut's glass with her fork. It was
time to drink all of her water down again. She needed to concentrate, to get
all of those distractions of big, beautiful cocks out of her mind. She drained
the glass quickly, realizing she would need to pee soon.
Miss Tawny then said to Miss Karen, "When do you want to send her over to
Charlotte?"
"Oh, is that where your surgeon friend is?"
"Yes, it's convenient to the farm."
"It would be that."
"Well?"
"The sooner, the better. I'm getting clausterphobic at the house. Not because
of you, but I just...the neighborhood...too much attention makes me nervous.
The husband might come around or something."
"So, you're ready to go back?"
"In a week or two. The sooner I go the sooner I retire. Do you mind?"
"No, I love you!"
Miss Karen reached forward to squeeze Miss Tawny's hand. Slut hadn't realized
they cared about each other that much.
"What do you want done?"
"I think she could carry forty double-d's well, you?"
"Oh, sure. You want the nipples done?"
"Yes, and the lips. If they were fuller she'd be much more sensuous. Don't you
think?"
slut knew Miss Tawny was looking at her. She was trembling. They were talking
about her! Forty double-d's? She would be a freak! A whore! It would
be...everyone who saw her would know she was a... It was best not to think.
Miss Karen knew best.
"Anything else?"
"Well, yes."
"What?"
"slut, look at me.", Miss Karen instructed. Slut looked, and saw a face that
was dead serious. "I am altering your body to suit my needs. You have no
choice in the matter. I am enlarging your breasts, making your lips fuller, and
having your nipples made permanently erect. The other item that I require is a
circumcision. This means the flesh surrounding your clit will be removed so
that it will be in a constant state of exposure. I will then choose appropriate
piercings to adorn it. Do you understand?"
slut swallowed hard. She was stunned, speechless. Her heart was in her throat,
and tears welled in her eyes. She wasn't being asked to consent. She couldn't
consent, she was nothing. Property can't consent. It was going to happen, she
knew. Did she understand? Yes, she understood. She nodded slightly.
"Delightful!", Miss Tawny exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to having my use of
this one while you're gone."
"I have no doubt of that.", Miss Karen answered casually. "Eyes on the table
now."
Slut instantly redirected her gaze to the empty bowl in front of her. She
wished it had more cum in it.
Miss Karen and Miss Tawny then began to make small talk about old acquaintances
and shared memories while they finished their meals. The time did not pass
quickly for slut, what with all of the things that were to be done to her
bearing heavily on her mind.
She almost missed the significance of Miss Tawny's subtle announcement that she
had to go to the ladies room. Slut snapped out of her stunned worrying and rose
to her feet. She made her way quickly, concentrating on swinginer her hips
properly and ensuring her breasts bounced just so, to the ladies room. Finding
it empty, she returned in the same manner to the table. On her approach, Miss
Tawny was already standing up. "Lead the way.", she instructed.
Slut held the door open for Miss Tawny and followed her inside to be of service.
"Lock the door. Always lock the door for me."
Slut silently turned to slide the barrel bolt lock closed.
"I assume Karen has trained you in public restroom use?"
Slut was confused. She didn't know what that meant, so shook her head. She
hadn't been told it was okay to speak.
Miss Tawny shrugged. "Your Mistresses don't use public toilets. We are above
that. Come here. Kneel down."
Slut did as she was told. Miss Tawny had pushed her tube top down off her
breasts and was toying with her nipples, twisting and pinching them. Slut
moaned. Despite all of the orgasms she had had earlier on the humping bar, she
was needful of more. All of the torments of the evening were catching up with
her. She wanted to serve Miss Tawny, badly.
Miss Tawny raised the toilet seat and guided slut's upper body with her hands
until the back of slut's neck rested on the forward edge of the toilet. Slut
knew some of her hair was hanging in the toilet water, and hoped it was clean.
Miss Tawny knelt now and took slut's left nipple into her mouth. It felt so
good! Slut couldn't recall the last time she had enjoyed having her nipples
sucked. Miss Karen's friend was an expert at making a woman feel good, slut
knew. She only hoped she could provide service to the sexy woman. After so
much time practicing eating cunt on the pig, she ached for a chance to service
either Miss Karen or Miss Tawny. Now slut's right nipple was being sucked,
licked, and bitten while Miss Tawny stroked her left nipple. Slut closed her
eyes, relishing the sensations that were so generously being bestowed upon her.
She felt so grateful.
Miss Tawny finally stopped ministering to her nipples after only a minute or two
and stood in front of slut. She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal that she
was not wearing panties, and straddled slut's body as she stepped forward,
facing the toilet rather than turning her back to it. When slut was looking
directly up into Miss Tawny's pretty pussy, Miss Tawny bent her knees and
lowered herself down until her pussy was only a couple of inches above slut's
lips. "You will open your mouth as wide as possible, and you will swallow every
drop."
Almost instantly a trickle of bright yellow urine began to drop down into slut's
mouth. She nearly gagged, but valiantly swallowed the first bit of it to make
sure she could accommodate the rest. Her trouble was that she couldn't swallow
without closing her mouth, and when she did the increasing stream of urine had
no place to go but to splash on her lips and stream down over her cheeks and
through her hair into the toilet. Miss Tawny must have been holding back for
some time, as slut's mouth was filled quickly four times before the flow
returned to a trickle and finally stopped. Miss Tawny rose and stepped over
slut. "Now get up and rinse your mouth out."
When slut made a move toward the sink, Miss Tawny snapped, "In the toilet!"
Feeling as though she could not be more degraded, slut lowered her head into the
toilet and loudly sucked some water into her mouth to rinse it out. Luckily the
toilet had been flushed and was only faintly yellow from the excess urine that
had drained into it from Miss Tawny.
"Now come clean me up!"
slut turned toward Miss Tawny to see that she had lifted the hem of her dress
above her pussy and had spread her legs a bit. Slut shuffled over on her knees
to lick Miss Tawny's cunt a few times. She must have been too tentative as Miss
Tawny grabbed her head on either side and pulled slut's mouth tightly into her
pussy. "Deeply. Clean me!"
slut extended her tongue to it's full length and f***ed it up through the cleft
of Miss Tawny's pussy, relishing her taste as well as her smell. She had hoped
the "cleaning" would lead to more, but was pushed off after a few seconds and
told to "Blow me dry."
So, on her knees in the ladies restroom, slut dutifully blew on Miss Tawny's
cunt until it had dried.
When they began to arrange themselves to leave, slut placed her hand over her
mouth. It was the signal that she was requesting permission to speak. She had
to pee badly herself, and had noted that a lot of urine had splashed onto the
tank top. She was also concerned about the urine in her hair, which was
completely wet, but only on the sides. She hoped to ask to pee and to dry
herself using the restroom's hand dryer. Miss Tawny opted to ignore her,
though, and told her only to pull up her tube top and to "lead the way" back to
the table.
It was another long walk through the restaurant for slut. Now she strutted and
made her tits bounce with piss in her hair and on her clothes. It was better
not to think. At least she managed to keep her eyes on the floor rather than to
look around.
When they finally reached the table, Miss Karen announced enthusiastically that
she needed to go as well. Slut led the way to the ladies restroom and assumed
the position she had been taught, and served her owner as a human toilet for the
very first time.
Miss Karen had not concerned herself with being as tidy as Miss Tawny had.
Slut's face and hair were now soaked with urine, and Miss Karen did not allow
her to wipe it off for the trip back to the table. slut rightfully concluded
that anyone who had watched her e****t the two women to the restroom must surely
know what had happened in there. Now she was a piss drinker, she thought. How
low could she go? But, she told herself, it didn't matter. It wasn't about
her.