This story will stand alone but does jigsaw in with both My life as a dom and Heather and Anita. Please leave comments and mark the stars, preferably all of them.
Master
“Sasha, tell slut to go to the station at twelve thirty tomorrow and look out for a girl waiting on the platform. She is to ask her if she is a slag. That is when they can read the text.” I had arranged for her to have some holiday from work to spend time here.
She was to meet Heather from Reading and have a few days of pain and humiliation. They both knew what they were in for and had agreed, more than agreed they were eager to come. Sasha was going to be here for a while when they first arrived after which she was going to my house.
Heather
I was enjoying my visits to Michelle, doing her washing and cleaning and taking orders from her. I was not allowed to climax. I was so much in need of a climax that resisting masturbating was hard but I did resist. I was scared of Michelle’s master making her throw me out. Michelle had curbed our sexual relationship, she did not want the complication and as I was banned orgasm it suited me. We had become good friends.
I had a message via Michelle that I was to take a train and wait at the station for someone to greet me. I was to spend a few days of pain and humiliation with Michelle’s master, no frills. I knew what to expect, no I knew whatever happened I would love and hate it. Michelle was to do my makeup before I set off, she had her instructions.
I packed a bag mainly with sexy underwear, shaved everywhere apart from my head which I had done at a posh hairdressers and went to Michelle for my makeup. It was rather overdone for my taste, a lot of eyeshadow and liner, it did however make my eyes look bigger and very sexy.
When I arrived at the station, there was nobody there to greet me. I was told to wait on the platform. I was the only one on the platform, I think the only one in the station. The station was old and very well looked after, flowers growing and fresh paint everywhere. Eventually an attractive if slightly overweight girl approached me wearing a tight blue dress which made her arse look big. I hope she doesn’t ask the infernal question, ‘does my bum look big in this?’ “Are you a slag?” she asked.
Taken aback, she must be my greeter but what a greeting. “Yes,” I replied, what else could I say? This was the start of my humiliation.
“I am Slut, you will be Slag until further notice. Our instructions are on a text.” She took a phone out of her bag and we read the text.
‘Greetings Slag and Slut, are you prepared for days of debauchery which will begin right now. Go in the toilets and swap knickers, if the toilets are closed do it on the platform. There is a car waiting for you outside.’
The toilets were locked of course so we were standing on the platform taking our knickers off, exchanging them and I put Slut’s bikini briefs on. She was bigger than me so she struggled to get my tanga’s on. There was a woman in the driver’s seat of a posh car, Slut recognised her. “Good afternoon Slut and Slag, put your luggage in the boot and get in the back of the car.” she said.
Slut (Anita)
I had the option of spending time with the master knowing that I would suffer. I jumped at the chance but the first thing I had to do was approach someone and ask if she was a slag. There was only one person at the station, like me, overly made up and hopefully a slag, her dress was an innocent white broderie anglaise creation. Short, just above the knee with puff sleeves, a neckline which showed a small amount of cleavage and buttons down the front. I asked her and she blushed and replied ‘yes’. From text instructions we had to exchange knickers. I’m a size fourteen. She was a twelve at the most!
As we stood on the platform I had to admire her knickers before I squeezed into them, much posher than mine. I had a struggle putting them on. Sasha drove us to her house.
Master
Sasha brought the two girls into the lounge where I was sitting wearing slacks and a tee shirt. “Thank you Sasha. Welcome girls, on your knees.” They knelt before me. “This is your opportunity to go home, Sasha will drive you. She will not be here for much longer, there will just be me and you two.”
“Sasha show the girls to the playroom and the garage, let them see what they are in for before they decide what to do.” They turned and walked out, both exaggerating the sway of their arses. On their return I had them kneel again. “Well are you coming or going?”
“Staying, Sir,” they both replied.
“Stand up, Sasha show them how to stand.” Sasha moved their legs apart and their hands behind them holding their elbows. Their not inconsiderable tits poked out beautifully in this position. “Face each other, Slag take Slut’s dress off, very slowly, very sexy, as though you want to fuck her.” Slag moved behind and slowly lowered the zip. “Kiss her back as you bring it down.”
“Yes Sir,” said Slag. She began easing the dress off Slut’s shoulders. “Kiss her as you expose her, you want to lick her cunt, I bet it is already wet, I bet yours is. Squeeze her tits when you get to her bra.” Slut was breathing heavily and her face was bright red. When the dress was down to her waist Slag put her arms round Slut and began squeezing her tits and kissing wherever she could reach.
Easing the dress over Slut’s not inconsiderable hips and arse her tiny knickers came into view. “On your knees and kiss her arse,” I instructed Slag, she obeyed straight away. “Good girl, now fold the dress neatly and give it to Sasha then resume the position.” I now had the two girls in front of me Slag in a dress and Slut in knickers and bra with a rather sexy suspender belt and stockings with three inch heels and displaying an unmistakable Camel toe.
“Well slut I think you should help Slag with her dress, slow and sexy.” She started with the top button and immediately kissed the top of Slags tits and her shoulders. The next button exposed more bra, a couple of buttons later I realised she was wearing a waspie, it pulled her waist in tight, like the dress virgin white. Slag’s dress was slowly pushed off her shoulders. Fuck she looked sexy and her knickers currently covering Slut’s pussy matched beautifully.
Her dress fell to the floor showing a pair of knickers that did not match, the whole ensemble was ruined. A pity really her suspender belt matched. Slag must have used a lot of her wages to buy these even with staff discounts. Slut kissed her belly before folding the dress and giving it to Sasha.
I walked round slag, I think she would like a shower, she appeared to have sweated on the journey here. The slightly too large knickers did not enhance the appealing arse.
I put my hands down the back of her knickers and squeezed her arse cheeks. I moved on to Slut, now her knickers or should I say Slags knickers, were gripping her arse tight. Slut was the biggest of all the girls and made an interesting contrast, her tits were a D cup so now I had A B C D. “You are a fat slut, I like that, take the bra off.” She reached up and unclipped her bra, I pushed it forward as I moved my hands round to hold her tits. I squeezed her nipples as I held her tits up.
“I think your tits are going to experience things you have never dreamed of,” I said as I gripped her nipples tight. I moved to the front, holding her nipples again. I pulled her to me and kissed her. “On your knees.” I moved to slag. “Nice bra, take it off.” She smiled at me as she unfastened it. Shucking it forward she let fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine, the smile never leaving her face.
“Hands behind your back.” I gripped her nipples tight and pulled her towards me. She smiled expecting a kiss, I spit in her face. “On your knees,” they were both on their knees in front of me. “Take them to the garage Sasha,” I ordered. She led them out shuffling on their knees, hands behind their backs.
Sasha is an expert when it comes to bdsm, usually on the receiving end. Today she bound their tits expertly. They were red and looked full and hard, a rope attached from tits to a pulley on the ceiling. The girls were about six feet apart and only wearing shoes, stockings, knickers and Slag a waspie. “Thank you Sasha, you may go now, look after my house these two will look after this one.
The girls were quite comfortable, although I believe having your tits bound this tight cannot be called comfortable. They were standing firmly on the ground in their heels, hands behind their back. “Hold on to the rope above your head.” I used the pulley to raise their tits a few more inches. They took my advice and held on to the rope, taking some of their weight off their tits.
I picked up two multi tail floggers and standing between them I could hit them both without moving. I alternated, left hand hitting Slut and right hand Slag. I turned round so both had a similar experience.
Slut
Sasha showed us the torture rooms, not their words, but that was what they were. Frightening and more frightening were the feelings in my now wet pussy. We both wanted to stay. Sasha bound our tits, it hurt and was a strange feeling they filled up as though the blood could not get out. My nipples tingled.
We were pulled up by our boobs, I took some of my weight by gripping the rope with my hands. He was hitting us, I turned my back as the one that hit my boobs really hurt.
Slag
We looked around, wow what a place, I had fun at the hotel but what could happen here? Sir kissed Slut when I was ready for my kiss he spit in my face. Sasha was an expert at tying my tits, the nipples bulged out.
Master
I went to Slut, “Are you enjoying this slut? Is your cunt all wet and sloppy? Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, oh please Sir all of the above, please fuck me.”
“Don’t be greedy,” I slid my fingers into the side of the snug knickers and pulled them up, lifting her basically by the pussy. She’s a big girl so I could not lift her too high. I put her down and tweaked her nipples.
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