Slut E

Acadia slipped her hand under Edith’s thong and lifted it so Marie could see her pussy, wet and wanting.

“I know a thing or two about wedding dresses,” the tall Domme offered.

“So maybe I’ll speak with Andrea? You could hold down the fort while I see what I can do?” Marie asked.

* * *

Andrea smiled when Marie relayed Acadia’s offer.

“That’s generous of her,” the young Domme said. “I have to admit that Edith has her qualities.”

“What should we do?” Marie asked.

“Why don’t you go ahead and have your fun.”

* * *

Marie pulled Edith into one of the oversized dressing rooms and locked the louvered door. There was at least a foot of space between the floor and the bottom of the door, so there was minimal privacy. Marie pushed a stack of wedding dresses over into the corner to clear space in the well-lit dressing room.

“I’ve probably only got five minutes, ten tops,” Marie said, eyeing Edith in the flimsy oversized tank top and hot pink thong that Acadia had given her to wear. Edith’s breasts were fully visible as the top did nothing to cover them, and Marie could see that Edith’s nipples were hard and erect. As a submissive of Acadia’s, Marie knew the power Acadia had over her subs, and it was obvious that Edith would do anything to please her Mistress.

Marie motioned for Edith to remove her few articles of clothing and toss them in the corner.

“Present for me,” Marie said.

In the confined space Edith stood upright facing away from Marie with her legs spread apart wide enough for Marie to get her hand between them. Edith’s hands were clasped behind her back. Her eyes were low on the floor.

Marie ran her hand down Edith’s spine, feeling each vertebra as her fingers traced an erotic path down to the sub’s buttocks, and then between the cheeks to smear the sheen of moisture Edith had in ample supply between her legs. Marie’s hand stopped when it reached Edith’s anus.

“I like asses. You have a pretty one,” Marie said.

“Would you like me to sit on your face miss?” Edith asked. It’s what Acadia would have expected her to do.

“It’s exactly what I’d like you to do.”

Marie ran her hand along the carpet to make sure there weren’t any stray pins stuck in it. She pulled a wedding dress off the pile in the corner and folded it in half and laid on it as an impromptu mattress. Edith looked behind her as she squatted over Marie’s face, her pussy landing squarely on Marie’s lips.

Edith had already fucked the entire bridal party that had just left, so her sloppy wet cunt smeared itself on Marie’s lips. Edith wiggled her hips before sliding a few inches backward so Marie could tongue her ass.

“Ummm,” Marie hummed as she tongued the beautiful woman’s asshole. She loved the feel of Edith’s thighs against her cheeks, and how they would tense when Marie put her tongue inside Edith’s ass (not to mention the extreme satisfaction she felt at having her tongue buried deep in Edith’s ass).

Edith felt joy at being allowed to have sex with Marie without any limitations. Marie was clearly practiced at the art of analingus, and Edith’s quivering ass made her pussy ache for attention. Marie knew what Edith was feeling, having been there before.

“Touch yourself slut. Cum on my face.”

Edith had only ever been private about masturbation. She needed the right mood and setting and a lot of concentration to slowly pleasure herself in a private admission of need. Now, however, Edith was eager to comply. Her fingers went between her legs as she straddled the shop owner’s face. She found herself wet and aroused and past the point of humiliation.

Edith ran the edge of two fingers slowly against the hood of her clitoris, making her eyes flutter.

“Oh!” she let out involuntarily. She was horrified that she spoke without permission, but it felt too fucking good.

“Don’t stop,” said Marie. She was touching herself as she licked Edith’s ass. She was close to her own orgasm and wanted to feel Edith have her own.

“Oh my!” said Edith. A sharp, quick orgasm took her by surprise. Her thighs squeezed hard against Marie’s face, trying to make it last.

Edith’s reaction triggered Marie’s orgasm. It ripped through her, intense and satisfying. Marie thrust her hips towards the ceiling and made a fanning motion on her pussy, spraying fine droplets of clear fluid around the dressing room. She shrieked, which is something she normally didn’t do. Edith was startled by Marie’s scream.

Edith hopped off Marie. “Did I hurt you miss?”

Marie laughed. “Only my brain. I thought it exploded.”

Edith took a deep breath. She had sex with five women in one day, and the day wasn’t over. At no time during her trip to Marie’s shop did she think once of work. Would she rather slave away in a corporate salt mine or live her life as a slut, for the first time feeling strong sexual urges and satisfying them?

That was not a difficult question for her to answer.

* * *

Marie could see “the look” on Edith’s face. She’d had that look herself. It was the look of a true submissive. A look of longing. Longing to feel that rush of adrenaline when Mistress Acadia asked you to offer yourself to a stranger.

Marie envied Edith. Marie never wanted to leave Acadia. Never. Like Edith, she was plucked from a joyless life and given a new perspective, one focused on her needs and not the needs of others. Acadia taught her how to discover her own needs and then how to satisfy them.

But there was another dimension. One that was bound to happen to Edith. Marie was still head over heels in love with Acadia. Andrea knew it. Before Marie became Acadia’s submissive, they were lovers for over a year. It was a hot and heavy relationship, but soon they discovered that Marie’s submissive streak needed to be sated. It was Marie who asked for the change in their relationship, with Acadia going from lover to Domme.

Acadia didn’t want to change their relationship but knew that Marie would eventually leave her if she didn’t assume her role as Marie’s Domme. So she reluctantly agreed. She also told Marie that no sub had ever lasted with Acadia for more than a few years.

So Acadia’s sudden reappearance at Marie’s shop was a mixed blessing. Marie felt the elation of seeing her again, but also the misery of seeing her with a fresher, younger, version of herself. Having sex with Edith was a good consolation prize.

* * *

As Marie was reflecting on her past with Acadia under the glow of a memorable orgasm, Edith was wondering where she should be. Acadia would be waiting for them to return, trying to keep Marie’s arriving customers occupied. Edith quickly got “dressed” in her tank top and hot pink thong and helped Marie straighten her skirt and smooth her hair. They hurried back to Marie’s office. Marie opened the door and they were greeted by Acadia, along with two customers, a gorgeous young woman who was wearing a sari and an older woman, presumably her mother. Andrea was standing there as well, the chill clearly gone between her and Acadia. They were standing next to a bank of closed-circuit monitors, one of them displaying a camera trained inside the dressing room that Edith and Marie had just left.

“Bravo,” said Acadia, lightly clapping her hands. “Best performance of the day.”

Edith blushed a bright shade of red. So everything she’d done with Marie had been witnessed by four people, two of whom were complete strangers. Marie saw that look again on Edith’s face. “She’s hooked,” Marie thought. “She’ll never go back.”

“Inspection,” Acadia said.

Without any hint of shame, Edith put her hands against the wall and allowed all four women to feel all over her body, hands everywhere, inspecting her mouth, breasts, genitals without regard to Edith’s personal space. Edith sucked in her breath as fingers went inside her sex, her anus, her not knowing who was doing it. It was better than any corporate meeting she’d ever been to. Then it stopped.

“We’d like Edith to stay, and ‘help us’ with our fitting,” the bride to be said.

Andrea gave Marie a passionate kiss, tasting her and Edith. “And once you’re finished I’m taking this one home with me.”

Marie missed Acadia, but she was the past, and Andrea was the present.

* * *

It was dark outside when Acadia decided it was finally time to leave. Edith was hot, sweaty and sticky, but Acadia didn’t allow her to clean-up, but instead told her to put back on the flimsy tank top and hot pink thong she’d been wearing that day. Edith was skimpily clad and freezing by the time they got to the rented black car Acadia had reserved for Edith’s trip back to her apartment. She shivered as her bare bottom hit the frigid black leather of the back seat.

Acadia leaned into the back seat of the limo to dispense her last piece of advice.

“I want you to think about how I’m already changing you, and about your future. Is this what you want… truly want? I think you’ve seen a glimpse of what you are. Are you ashamed of what you’re becoming, or do you want to embrace it?”