Slut E

The laughing bride spoke up. “So, dance for us. Amuse us.”

Edith took a deep breath, and she did, with an eye on Acadia, hoping she was pleasing her trainer now.

* * *

The bride, Carson, a tall curvy blonde, had a hold of Edith’s collar, her ridiculous outfit and blindfold discarded in a heap in the corner after a clumsy strip tease. Edith had already exhausted her limited repertoire of dance moves, and the bridal party was in the mood for something more erotic. Carson was Marie’s niece, and had participated in several of Marie’s “parties,” making her anything but a blushing bride. She knew Edith was a newbie and was channeling her mind to a deliciously perverted line of thought.

The three other women, who were Carson’s bridesmaids, hadn’t been to Marie’s place of business, but were well versed in what went on, having viewed a number of explicit pictures from the last party the bride to be attended. Edith’s lewd naked dance made clear this was not going to be an ordinary bridal gown fitting.

Carson decided to break the ice. She sat in a puffy upholstered chair and pulled up the flouncy hem of the wedding dress she was modeling. She wasn’t wearing any panties and exposed her well-trimmed blonde bush. Carson had hold of the leash and brought Edith to a kneeling position in front of her. The other three women in the group, along with Acadia, watched with keen interest.

This gathering shared nothing in common with the meeting Edith conducted with the IRS on behalf of an important client not twenty-four hours before. Edith was naked, collared, and kneeling in front of a woman in an expensive wedding gown with her private parts fully exposed, about to give her first performance as a slut.

“Edith is learning so much more about herself,” Acadia said as Carson waited for the Domme’s direction. “She also is obsessed with me, but I haven’t allowed her to touch me yet. I’m not sure I ever will. Maybe Carson, you’ll be as close as she’ll ever get to me. Why don’t you tell her what to do and have her tell you how much she wants to do it?”

Carson giggled. “Sort of a slut of the day?”

“It’s on special, today only Carson,” Acadia said with a straight face. “Edith wants to give herself to you.”

Carson pulled on the leash so Edith’s face was close enough to her sex to smell, but not touch her. Edith couldn’t help herself from issuing a low growl. If she couldn’t have Acadia, Carson would do. She’d never before had sex in front of other people and now she was going to do it front of strangers really, including the bride, without a moment’s hesitation. Carson’s scent was driving her wild.

“Please Miss,” Edith asked, trying to restrain her emotion. Although Acadia enabled it, it was Edith’s decision to act like a slut. Shame was not part of her equation.

“My feet first, slut,” Carson said, holding out her left foot. There was a high heel dangling from it. “I’ve been trying on dresses all day. My feet are killing me,” she added.

Edith wasn’t experienced in giving foot massages, but she had received them and remembered reading something about it. She held Carson’s foot with both hands, her fingers on top and her thumb underneath, and started to gently knead it. It surprised her that even this act excited her sexually. Carson slumped back into her mountain of white silk and moaned.

“Ohhh, that’s heavenly,” Carson said as Edith moved to the ball of her foot and stroked downward with her thumbs. Edith finished the left foot and started with the right. The young blonde’s legs fell further open, her eyes narrow slits. She spoke to Edith in a firm voice.

“Now nice girls don’t go any farther than a foot massage, do they? But you’re not a nice girl. You’re a slut. Tell us all who you really are.”

All eyes were on Edith, and Carson’s directive made her shiver, not with fear, but with an awakening of her submissive streak. It made her feel intensely alive, every nerve ending crackling with anticipation. Her answer wasn’t to please Acadia, or Carson, but herself.

“I’m a slut,” Edith said loudly and clearly. It made her shiver again to hear her say it. “My body tells me to give myself to you. I’ve stopped listening to my mind and started listening to my body. I want you to use me. Use me and make me your slut.”

Carson was openly fingering her pussy as Edith spoke. She widened her legs so Edith could see the wet blonde hairs of her cunt. Carson saw that Edith’s eyes were transfixed on her fingers, smearing her labial juices on her puffy lips.

“What would a slut do now?” Carson asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.

Without hesitation, Edith answered,” To lick your pussy, Miss Carson.”

“And where else?” Carson asked while raising her hips off her chair and exposing her pink pucker.

“Your ass, Miss Carson. “I want to lick your ass,” Edith answered. Saying this in public made her tremble.

Edith took a moment to savor the sweet smell of Carson’s earthy essence. Outwardly, she was a socially upward mobile prim and proper bride to be, but in Marie’s she could, like Edith, be what she wanted to be. The young blonde couldn’t wait another moment.

“Come here,” she said, pointing over the wedding dress that was bunched on her waist. She let go of the leash, freeing Edith. Edith buried her face in Carson’s fragrant pussy, surrounded by her pale white thighs. Carson started to breathe heavily. Her bridesmaids were certainly blushing, but not from what was normally expected. They were told what to expect, but actually seeing it was something that words would not do justice. Even Acadia’s hand slipped inside the waistband of her skirt.

The room was getting warm, but no one got out of their seat or moved. No one wanted to miss a second of two people perfectly matched, a Domme to be and a new submissive, each finding their way through this awkward introduction.

Edith felt that delicious tightening in her loins as she put Carson’s legs over her shoulders and licked the isthmus of skin between her pussy and asshole. She flicked her tongue back and forth, tickling the tiny rib of skin, and causing Carson’s asshole to clench and unclench. Carson’s head was laying on the back of the chair’s fine silk covering, moaning as Edith made love to her asshole.

“That’s… it… slut,” Carson uttered between panting breaths. It turned Carson on to know that Edith was loving the reaming she was giving out. Edith’s mind soared as she savored the rippled skin of a blonde sorority girl. A sorority girl she used to look down on as an intellectual inferior. But this was better. Being her slut, down on her knees in front of her friends, licking her asshole.

Carson fingered herself to a rousing orgasm with Edith’s tongue buried deep in her ass. Her muscular thighs squeezed Edith’s face as waves of pleasure overcame the young blonde. Edith didn’t stop until Carson, satiated, tugged on the leash to pull Edith away.

“That was divine,” said Carson, her eyes half closed. “So who’s next?” she asked.

The bridesmaids, voyeurs to that point, looked at each other. Acadia smiled when the maid of honor, Maeve, an attractive redhead, full figured with pale skin and freckles, raised her hand. Maeve wasn’t clear on the question and got on her knees between Carson’s legs, eager to eat her best friend’s pussy. There was clearly some history between those two women, with Carson emerging as a budding Domme. After all, Carson was marrying another woman who had no issues with an “open” marriage.

Carson laughed. “Not with me, silly, with the slut.”

Maeve was not to be denied. She wanted to eat pussy and satisfy her own submissive desires. She helped Edith onto her back and then raised Edith’s knees over her shoulders. Edith was soaking wet, and the first touch of Maeve’s tongue sent the sub’s mind spiraling out of control. Edith lost count of the orgasms she experienced, all the time basking in the glow of Acadia’s studious gaze.

Edith went through both of the other bridesmaids, and when done, her body was smeared with their secretions as well as her own. She wallowed in her slutdom, savoring every moment of the debauchery.

Acadia had seen enough to satisfy herself that Edith had indeed embraced her new persona. The hour was starting to get late, and to groans from the bridal party, announced an end to the festivities.

“It’s time to go ladies.”

Acadia jerked on Edith’s lease, pulling Edith’s head out from between Carson’s legs, where Carson had demanded her right to seconds. She reluctantly surrendered custody of the sub.

“This was just a tease,” Acadia told the group. “Marie knows how to reach me if any of you would like a private session with Edith.”

Acadia was always looking for the next “project.” It was clear to her that Maeve would be next in line and guessed it would take less than twenty-four hours for her to get a call from the maid of honor.

Acadia always liked redheads.

“Come with me slut,” Acadia said. “Let’s pay Marie a visit before we leave.”

* * *

The bridal party was a huge success. Marie took in over $20,000 in sales from Carson and her bridesmaids, and was tallying up her daily total when Acadia, with Edith in tow, stopped by her desk.

“Sex is good for business,” Marie said with a big smile. “It’s a win-win. I have a big sales day and get to watch a slut fuck the bride to be.” Marie pointed to the bank of monitors on her wall, one of which was in the bridal fitting room. “Anytime Acadia.”

“Edith would like to thank you by granting any request you’d like,” Acadia said, meaning it. “Aren’t I right slut?”

Edith was humiliated but also thrilled to hear her body offered as a tip to a friend. How easily Acadia manipulated the situation so Edith would have no real choice but to go along. The seductiveness of submission overshadowed any doubts Edith had that she was on exactly the course she wanted for her life. She also saw that Acadia arranged each new acceptance of submission as two more steps down. Her answer was immediate and unwavering.

“I would be pleased to serve you,” Edith said with pride.

Marie threw her head back and laughed. “I’m with Andrea now, and I have another party arriving in a few minutes.”