“Ah here she is. Thank you Janet, I take it she was as co-operative as ever?”
“Yes Colonel, but she’ll realise one day and come to her senses.”
“Janet, when will you ever give up your quest and accept that there are women in the world who need this, delight in it even and are happy to be in service to men?” Janet made no reply but shook her head in disbelief.
“Anyway, this one has gone one stage further in her corruption,” he said, turning to Kate, “haven’t you?” The confused look on her face revealed her lack of ability to follow his meaning.
She could only reply, “Sir?”
“I’ve been informed that you were out last night acting like a whore and exposing yourself to strangers in a public place. Is that correct?” It made the deed sound far seedier than the exciting episode her and Richard had shared.
“Yes Sir, I was.”
“There you are Janet, straight from the horses’ mouth. Guilty as charged. Over the bar with her please.” Kate knew the routine well and positioned herself ready to be secured, which Janet seemed to do with even more bitterness than normal.
“Have you been following your anal training with the plugs?”
“Yes Sir, every day.”
“And did you clean yourself before coming today?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good, let’s see if you’re ready then, shall we? Janet.” His nod was sufficient instruction to Janet who covered her fingers with lotion.
“She’s opened well,” she informed The Colonel as her fingers slid in and out of Kate’s rectum.
“Let me see.” He came over and scrutinised her opening. “Yes, it looks a little red but the plugs seem to have done the trick. I think we’ll give it a go.” Janet left the room, leaving Kate nervous, with a feeling of unease.
Hearing the door open she looked round to see Janet return, accompanied by the young man from Weston’s office-Eric-dressed in only his bathrobe. A look of horror spread across her face as she realised the implication.
“If you think it’s acceptable to behave like a whore, we thought it was about time you were treated like one, so Eric has joined us today to enable you to experience being used, forcefully in your newly stretched hole. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed exposing your other hole to those two gentlemen.”
With her head lowered once again she made sure they were unable to see her fear.
“Most men prefer to use the slaves in this way as it adds to their degradation, so you might as well get used to it. Eric, if you please.”
Eric moved to stand in front of Kate, opened his bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. He was obviously looking forward to this and ready to carry out the task.
“The people who use you won’t be concerned by your discomfort and certainly won’t be carrying any lubricant, so if you can do the job with your mouth the easier you’ll make it for yourself. You may start.”
What he told her made sense and, as she wanted to do everything possible to lessen the expected pain, she took him into her mouth. Working enthusiastically she spread as much saliva as possible along his length, hoping it would be enough. After a minute or two Eric withdrew and moved behind her. She felt him probing at her rear opening.
“Relax.” The Colonel told her. “Just relax, push down with your muscles and you’ll find it just slips in.”
She tried. The sensation was the same as she’d felt before when inserting the plugs, the difference here was that Eric was larger. As he continued to push, her muscle ring suddenly relaxed and she felt the head enter her. Her eyes widened as she felt him slowly push forward until his whole length was inside her. After a short pause he slowly drew back until just the head remained before pushing forward once more. The rhythm continued and the pace quickened. Kate tried to resist feeling any pleasure from the indignity but the prolonged pushing and pulling against her tight passage took its toll and she soon found herself moaning. After what seemed like an exorbitant amount of time he held one of the forward strokes, staying in her as she felt him spurt into her abused passage.
“Leave it at that Eric.” The Colonel ordered. Eric immediately withdrew, pulling the still erect head back through the tight ring of muscle causing her body to stiffen with pain. Kate hoped that her ordeal was at an end.
“Thank you Eric, that will be all for now.” The Colonel said, dismissing him.
Janet released the straps and Kate stood. The heat coming from her tortured hole was unbelievable. She thought she must be split and injured, or it wouldn’t hurt so much. No amount of kneading her buttocks eased the discomfort.
“That’s what whore’s experience Catherine, I hope you’ve found it educational. Don’t worry, you’re all intact and not torn. The discomfort will pass much sooner than the humiliation. It’ll get easier when you’re used more regularly. For now though, keep using the plugs or you’ll return to the smaller size quite quickly. You may show her out now Janet.”
And that was it, Kate was shown out, sent on her way, just like a used whore who’d satisfied her customer and was no longer required. She dressed and left the house in a taxi ordered by Janet. As she walked, she felt the warm sperm sliding down her legs as it seeped from her abused rear. Sitting in the taxi she felt it on her skirt. It had started to dry and go tacky by the time she reached home. She knew what they were doing; they were reminding her that she was there for their pleasure not for her own. She’d enjoyed acting the whore the night before, so she needed to be reminded of her place as a slave, there to serve, not for self-gratification.
24
“So who’s going tonight then?” Richard asked as they were getting ready.
“Just us two, Helen, Melissa and her boyfriend, it’s only for a couple of quick drinks because Melissa’s going away for her birthday at the weekend, so we won’t see her.”
“How old is she this time?”
“Twenty seven, do you think she looks younger?”
“Yes, I do actually; I’d have put her at no more than twenty two or three.”
“Most people think she’s younger than she is, she’ll love that when she’s older. What shall I wear? Do you think a dress or skirt? Before, I’d have just stuck my jeans and a top on but it takes a lot more thought now.”
“Go for your blue suit and that very thin white blouse, I like that one.” The questioning look which spread across Kate’s face made him add; “Don’t worry you’ll have your jacket on. And put your light stockings on to match, it’ll let everyone know that you’re virtuous and innocent.” His false smile gave away his lack of sincerity.
“That’s very funny.”
Living quite close, the friends met frequently for social occasions, more often than not it was just the women, but Richard knew them all quite well and liked them a lot, they were good company and fun to be with. Meeting at a local cocktail bar meant that they were all able to walk there with no drinking and driving problems.
They were last to arrive, as was often the case with Kate taking longer to get ready than had been the case previously. The group were already seated at a large, low, round table in one of the alcoves. Richard was introduced to Martin, the new boyfriend of Melissa, now in his third week; a long term relationship for Melissa. Kate had met him a couple of times previously when they had called into the gallery. She thought that he seemed very nice, well-spoken and knowledgeable. He was the archetypal city worker: banking or some sort of finance job which Kate didn’t quite understand. After much deliberation over the extensive list of cocktails the first round of drinks were ordered by Martin. The evening’s discussion followed the usual pattern of catching up with gossip, moaning about London’s transport system and their latest clothing purchases.
As was usual after a few drinks, Melissa’s tongue began to get a lot looser.
“Kate, it’s been a while since I asked, how’s the other thing going?”
“Melissa, now’s not the time,” Helen said in a hushed tone, as she slyly gestured toward Martin. The two men were talking on another topic.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” Melissa whispered, but Richard overheard their exchange.
“That’s alright Melissa, Kate has nothing to hide, do you darling.”
“I suppose not, no.” Kate answered slowly, as her brain ran through the possible consequences of Richard’s statement.
Martin looked from one to the other trying to work out the meaning of the conversation.
“Sorry Martin, it’s very rude to engage in conversation which makes you feel like an outsider,” Richard apologised, “Melissa is more than curious about Kate’s rather unusual pursuits.”
“Oh yes, what are those then?” He asked, with a genuine interest. Kate was more than apprehensive about the content of the conversation, hoping that Richard would end it quickly.
“Kate likes to be told what to do.” Martin looked a little disappointed.
“Oh, is that all,” he said. “I had a girlfriend like that once, couldn’t decide what to eat in a restaurant, what clothes to buy, the lot. You have my sympathy Richard,” he laughed. Kate felt relieved that he was contented that his assumptions were correct, but Richard saw further opportunity to embarrass her.
“No, you don’t understand, Martin. Kate has to do as she’s told whatever it is. She gets a kick out of obeying orders from other people. Don’t you Kate.” Kate’s face flushed.
“Yes, I do.” The ensuing pause seemed like an age to Kate.
“She chooses to behave like that, nobody’s forcing her to do it. Helen and Melissa here know, it’s not a secret and it’s nothing for her to be ashamed about, just the opposite in fact.”
“I don’t get it,” Martin said, “she has to do anything she’s told, like a dare thing?”
“Sort of, but a little more than that, you see it’s more of a sexual thing. She’s sexually submissive, likes to be told to do things, and made to do things that are humiliating for her. It gets her hot.” Richard was wondering if pushing this was going to backfire on him as Martin seemed to be so naive they were going to have to spell it out for him. That’s private education for you, he thought.
“That’s right Martin, Kate told us about it a while ago,” Melissa helped to explain, “she’s so brave.”
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