“Is this going to be a problem? I can call Cindy and have her come down, but I don’t think you want that, do you? She’s going to be pissed if I tell her you are being uncooperative. Do I need to call her?”
Shit. Mistress would punish me for disobeying her if she came here. “No sir, I’ll be good.”
“Good, now off with the pants, and on the table.”
I stared at the ceiling as he made his preparations. He pulled the stirrups from the end of the table and lifted my legs into them. My legs were spread wide by them, exposing my pussy and buttplug to him.
“Nice plug,” he said. He gave it a tap and chuckled, causing me to jerk. Hung up on the stirrups, I couldn’t move.
Mutt spread shaving cream on the stubble of my bush. “Got to make sure you are baby smooth for the tattoo.”
Tattoo? Of course, I was in a tattoo shop. Mistress was marking me as her property.
Several quick swipes of the razor and the stubble was gone. He wiped the rest of the cream off and felt the skin. Despite myself, his touch felt good and I felt a trickle of arousal slip down my lips.
Next, he put on men’s deodorant. At my puzzled look, he said, “It helps the transfer stick.” Then he placed the transfer paper on my skin and pressed it into my mound.
“What is it? What am I getting?” I asked tentatively.
He held up the design. Mistress had picked out “Cheer Slut” in cursive script with a swoosh under it. The kind like on sports uniforms. I was her cheer slut now, officially. Anyone who saw it would know, and I wouldn’t be able to deny it.
“This isn’t going to hurt, but it’ll be uncomfortable. It’ll feel a little like a sunburn.” The needle danced across my skin and it was a weird feeling. Not really painful, but did feel like the skin was burning, but also numb after a while.
Before I knew it, he was done. I looked down at my new tattoo. All black, the lettering was solid and flowing, with the graceful curves of the swoosh underlining them. It was positioned high enough that it would be visible if I wore a low-cut bikini. I wondered if Mistress wanted to show me off in public. We couldn’t be seen together outside of school now, but she would be graduating this year. I shivered at the thought of what might be in store for us after the school year.
He smoothed some cream over the inked skin and covered it with clear plastic wrap.
“Here are your aftercare instructions. Follow them and it’ll heal up fine in about two weeks. Use this lotion to keep the scabs moist. Do Not Pick at the scabs, you’ll pull the ink out and I’ll need to touch it up. Wear loose clothing for a couple of days.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said. I pulled my pants up and walked gingerly to my car.
“Mistress, it’s done. I just finished,” I said over the phone.
“How did it go, my Pet?”
“It was pretty easy, and didn’t hurt too much.” I paused to collect my thoughts. “Mistress, I belong to you now, don’t I?”
“Pet, you’ve belonged to me since the first day you submitted to me. Now, it’s ‘official’.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Please take care of me.”
She didn’t respond for a minute. Was something wrong? Was she mad?
“Pet, I’ll always take care of you. That’s what an owner does.” My heart warmed to this.
On Monday, she had me show off my new ink.
“Slut, pull up your dress. Show the squad what you did this weekend.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I pulled up the skirt of my baby doll dress to reveal the tattoo. It was partially scabbed over, but otherwise looked as it should.
“Cheer slut. I love it,” said Amy, bent over examining it.
My tattoo healed over the next two weeks. Mistress went easy on me during that time, but I was still expected to service the girls during class.
****
Friday night was the football game against our crosstown rivals. I attended the game, per Mistress’s instructions. She liked me in the stands where I could watch them perform their cheers. Their tight, young bodies flashed the crowd. I knew every one of those pussies. I’d licked and fingered them to orgasm more times than I could count.
Every time we scored, they did their suggestive moves, hinting to the crowd.
Just before the end of the game, I made my way to the girl’s locker room. Mistress had instructed me to be ready for them after the game. I took off my dress, revealing my naked body under it. I wasn’t allowed to wear underwear anymore unless Mistress approved it.
The game ended and the squad bounded in, full of energy from the game.
“Yay, Cheer Slut!” they called when they saw me kneeling on the floor of the locker room.
“Girls, it’s time for the after-game treat.”
Amy pulled me up. “Ms. Trapp lay down on the bench and open wide.” She laid me down and lowered herself to my face. She didn’t move her cheer shorts to the side, so my nose was filled with the fragrance of her sweat and pussy. She ground herself into my face, the material damp on my skin.
She then stood up and pulled her cheer shorts and thong down. She lowered her pussy onto my face again. This time I licked her as she ground against me. I worked her with my tongue until she shuddered in orgasm.
She stood and the next girl sat on my face. I ate each of them to orgasm. Their sweaty, sexy musk blended. I laid there catching my breath.
Mistress said, “Hands and knees slut!” I scrambled to present myself to her, my head hung low, and my ass high. I made sure my legs were spread so Mistress would have easy access to me.
I was in position, but nothing was happening. I knew better than to look, I’d be punished if I broke position.
Someone pulled on my butt plug. It was unceremoniously removed. I tried to relax my sphincter to help it out, but it stretched me. It was the largest one that Mistress had me get. Even with training, I had to slowly ease it in or out.
It popped out, and I felt like I was gaping open. But before I could contemplate this, I was filled. Mistress was fucking my ass! She leaned over and held me tight. “Here it is, Pet. I’ve been preparing you for this, and now you are an anal slut. I’ve taken your last virginity. My Teacher Pet, you are my three-hole slut now. I’m going to love to violate your pretty little butthole whenever I can.”
“Yes, Mistress! I’ll make sure I am always ready for you. Please fuck my ass. Ream me with your cock!”
She drove the fake cock in and out of my stretched asshole. My sphincter tried to hold onto the invader, but it just slid past with nothing to grip.
While she was fucking my newly broken-in ass, she grabbed my tits, squeezing them, and mauling them. She took my nipples in her fingers and pinched and pulled at them. I screamed from the pain, and it drove my arousal higher. “I think we’ll get these pierced next. What do you think, Pet? You want your nipples pierced? Maybe I’ll have rings put in so I can run a chain through them.”
I just moaned. If Mistress wanted me pierced, I would have to do it. It would be obvious to everyone that saw me.
My pussy juices flowed down my leg, I was leaking so heavily.
She spoke softly in my ear, “Are you close, my Pet? Do you want to come?”
I whimpered, unable to form words. The best I could do was to nod my head yes.
“Very well, Slut.” Her hands left my abused nipples and moved to my clit. She was practically laying on me now. I was supporting her weight on my back. Her fingers swirled over and around my needy clit. I came almost as soon as she touched me, “Oh Mistress! Fuck yes, oh my god, fuck.” I babbled more as the waves of my orgasm rolled over me.
I was spent, exhausted. Mistress pulled her fake cock out of my ass, and I collapsed on the floor. She toweled me off, wiping the sweat from my body, and girl-cum from my face and crotch. Sitting on the floor, she pulled me into her lap and held me while rocking me gently.
“There, there, Pet. You did very well tonight. I’m proud of you.”
I felt safe in her arms. “Thank you, Mistress.” I snuggled into her shoulder as she swayed back and forth.
She let me rest a few minutes and said, “Let’s get cleaned up.” I looked around and the other girls had already left.
She helped me stand and took me to the showers. Turning on the hot water, she led me in. “Just relax, Pet. I’ll take care of you, you just stand there.” She caressed my body with the soapy sponge. Every inch of my body was cleaned and rinsed.
She knelt before me. She lapped at my pussy with her tongue as the hot water streamed over us. I held her head as she gave me pleasure. She was an expert at this and had me writhing against the shower stall wall. It wasn’t long before she brought me to orgasm. She lapped up all my juices.
When she finished, I kissed my Mistress. She hugged me, holding me in her arms. “This was wonderful, Mistress. Thank you.”
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