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Stacey’s Job - Part Three
Author’s Note: This part will be told through the perspectives of different characters rather than just Stacey. If you prefer the original method please let me know. Thank you for the very constructive feedback and reviews, I’m very grateful. Please keep them coming.
Sorry for the delay in this part and hopefully the next one will be quicker.
Stacey.
Fucking rain. It never ceases. I arrived back in the UK with Emma a couple of days ago and it had been consistently raining since we had landed. As soon as the Airplane had left Spain, the weather outside the window gradually went from bad to worse. By the time we had reached Northern France the sky had turned to grey under the miserable cloud cover. Typically, once we had entered England airspace it was raining. It was handy that I had thought ahead and arranged a pick up service to take us to our Hotel. Emma had been great company on the flight and back in the Hotel. We had spent the flight reminiscing about our childhood relationship together, the highs, the lows and even her hopes for the future. I couldn’t mistake the excitement on her face as I answered her questions about what she would be doing as my Slave. Her company had made up for how I felt about the weather in England! It was amazing how much I really needed someone close to me yet it was because of her now that I was rushing around this morning, slightly stressed and a little nervous. I had been trying to put off the main reason I had returned to England ever since I had arrived, preferring to spend as much time with Emma, doing the thing normal couples do before I started her training. Still it had been bothering me for a while and Emma was right. It was time to pay a visit to my Mother for the first time in a very long time.
The House was completely different to how I remembered it. When once it was shoddy with the paint flaking off the stained white Walls, the Garden a mass of weeds and Trash it had seemed to transformed into something, well something beautiful. There was no other word for it. I even began to wonder if my Mother had moved away from this House and another Family had moved in. I opened the gate and walked slowly across the pavement admiring the freshly trimmed grass and the gorgeous Flowers placed around the edge. When I reached the door I froze. What would she think of me leaving without telling her? Would she still love me after I left her alone with my alcoholic Father?
“Go on Stacey. If you don’t do this now you never will. I’m with you, don’t be scared” Emma encouraged tenderly squeezing my hand. Breathing deeply, I rang the doorbell. There was no turning back now.
My Mother answered the door and was still, silent. If it wasn’t for her reaction I wouldn’t have recognised her. Gone were the bruises from the beatings my Father had given her whilst intoxicated, gone was the lifeless look in her eyes that showed she had given up on life. Instead, she looked healthy and happy.
“Stacey. Stacey is that you?” She stuttered, unable to find the right words. I told her it was and her eyes filled with tears as she embraced me and welcomed us inside. The House, my former Home felt foreign to me as I removed my Shoes and my Jacket inside the hall. It was clean and tidy for a start. I wondered where she had got the money as when I was a Child neither my Mother or my Father worked, they lived off of benefits. She led us both into the Living Room and invited us to sit down on the Sofa opposite to the Chair she sat down in. This room had changed a lot as well. The thick red carpet along with the patterned matching wallpaper gave the Room some warmth and looking around I noticed some wall hangings that had not been there before. Some stylish concept arts of London Traffic, a rather beautiful Countryside scenery and, one that touched me, a Picture we had taken when I was only ten with my Mother.
After an initial nervous period where neither of us said much my Mother made us both a cup of Coffee and decided to tell her Story of what happened after I left. She was unaware of the filthy things my Father had tried to do to me until she had found a tin box full of pictures he had forcibly taken of me whilst I was naked. Understanding the reason why I had to run away, my Mother finally gained the strength to fight him. She had reported him to the Police and shortly after he was arrested on the count of abuse to both my Mother and myself. It was when he was gone that she had finally opened up to the World around her, meeting the Neighbours properly for the first time and it was one of these Neighbours, a single Father next door to the left who had helped her find her way in life again. He had given her a Job as an interior designer and she had found that she loved it. She also admitted she had a date scheduled with him at a local Restaurant tomorrow night.
Emma, during all of this time sat in silence, holding my hand and let us catch up. She was a huge support to me and I know I wouldn’t have been strong enough to do this without her here. My Mother seemed to notice how close we were to each other and her eyes locked on our hands.
“So you two are a couple?” She asked nervously, wondering if she overstepped the mark. I smiled in response, anxious as to how she would react to discovering that her Daughter was a Lesbian.
“I guess that makes sense” She laughed to herself lost in a memory. “You two were always inseparable when you were younger.”
We spent the rest of the Morning at my Mothers house giving her my Life story about how I had ran away to Spain, lying about the details of my Job obviously using the charade that I was in charge of training for a Sales Company in Spain. It was good for me, to see my Mother happy like this. It seemed to help me repress my Childhood and all the hard times I had spent in this House. I told her it was Happy how her Life had progressed and promised I would visit her much more often in the future before leaving back to the Hotel.
I was bouncing around at our Room back at the Hotel and I could only imagine by the impression Emma gave me that my Face showed how happy I currently felt. Elated by the way the Morning had gone I had decided I was going to buy my own place in England so I had somewhere to come back to when I had finished with my Work in Spain. Emma came with me and we spent the afternoon looking around Houses available in the area. Most of the houses were dull and uninviting and it wasn’t until I mentioned to the Sales Agent that we were looking for something a bit more upmarket that his face lit up.
“I have just the thing for you. This House is exquisite, it was made available only yesterday and the current Owners are looking for a quick sale having already found another place in the Countryside.” The enthusiastic Agent explained on the journey there.
We arrived at the House on the outskirts of London a little over half hour later. Damn he was right. My first impressions of the House was that it was amazing. It was detached, had a huge well kept Garden and the walls looked absolutely stunning covered with a Clematis that had climbed up the white walls. Once inside we noticed how spacious it was, the Kitchen already fitted with appliances, the Living room already decorated and had a beautiful black, leather Sofa facing a wall mounted Plasma Television. It didn’t take too long for Emma to show her wonder at the House as well. The previous owners had done an amazing Job with the place and I wondered why the previous owners had decided to leave until the Sales Agent explained that the Woman’s Mother had recently come down with some kind of serious illness and they wanted to be closer to her. Sad, but still it worked out brilliantly for us. I agreed that I would buy the place with the Sales Agent and headed back to the Real Estate Offices to sign the necessary paperwork. A couple of days later we were allowed to move in.
The Sun was shining brightly through the closed curtains as I awoke from my slumber. Emma and I had spent our first night in this House and what a great one it was. She had decided she wanted to ’Christen’ the bedroom and we had made passionate love. I was still in an elated mood from the night before as I headed down to the Kitchen to make us both some Breakfast. Upon smelling the unmistakable smell that bread gave when it was toasting Emma picked herself out of Bed and joined me.
“Right. Today we will start your training Sweetheart. Are you sure this is what you want to do as I will still love you and you’re welcome to stay with me either way?.” I offered her a last chance to back out of this if she had wanted and she immediately declined saying she was thrilled to be my submissive lover. Delighted with her choice I told her to get dressed in the Clothes I had laid out for her as we were going shopping and that she was not to wear any underwear for the trip.
Ten minutes later Emma walked down the stairs, ready to leave. She looked incredibly sexy in the white Blouse, unbuttoned to show a bit of cleavage, revealing the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and short Denim skirt I had left out for her. I nearly dropped the plans for the day and have her right there and then. I watched as the high heels made her bottom sway as she walked to the waiting Taxi, with the bottom half of her cheeks visible in the short skirt. The Taxi driver did a double take as he saw the two of us enter the Car and I caught him looking often in the mirror at Emma throughout the whole ride to the Underground Station. With her cheeks giving away the humiliation she felt and the fact she was breathing heavily told me that Emma was turned on by this show of exhibitionism. I told her to pay the Taxi driver when we had arrived, watching as the Taxi Driver got an eyeful of when she leaned forward to pay him.
We only had five minutes to wait for the Train to arrive on the Underground but them five minutes must have felt like an eternity to Emma who felt all the eyes of the People waiting watching her every move. She gasped a little, attempting to control the wave of humiliation and pleasure she felt from that as an old couple walked past barely attempting to keep their opinions to themselves as they muttered ‘disgusting’ with an obvious contempt. I had deliberately placed us so that we were in the middle of the Platform rather than hiding in the corner so that Emma was visible to all. When the train had arrived I told her to walk ahead of me and take a seat, keeping her legs open, her head facing up with her hands resting behind it when she was seated. I took a seat opposite her watching her internal battle to keep herself from just throwing a hand down and masturbating right there for all to see. It was then that I realised just how poor her previous training had been. She had no real discipline or control when she felt this way. Something of course that I would have to change. A group of Teenagers who were heading to College entered the same Carriage we had and couldn’t believe what they were seeing. In front of them was a young Woman showing her neatly trimmed private parts for the World to see. They chose to stand rather than sit next to her and I heard the guys talking excitedly about what they had seen whilst the Girls sighed and stated how much of a Whore they thought she was.
“Hey there Guys” I said with a smile. “ Do you like what you see?” The Guys looked shocked that I was speaking to them, obviously uncomfortable with the situation they were in. One of the two, a little more daring than the other stated that he did very much so and asked if he could touch it.
“What do you think Emma? Should he touch it?” I smirked and she looked at me her eyes portraying everything she was feeling right then. They were pleading with me not to do this yet she seemed more aroused more than ever and I noticed that she was beginning to leak her Juices a little onto the seat.
“Yes Mistress. Please” She barely whispered and I motioned for the Teenager to go forward and told him to gently blow at it before guiding him around having a feel. Emma’s breathing deepened and her eyes closed and she began humping his hand right there and then! The Girls who were standing feet away couldn’t keep their eyes away and although they were still saying what a dirty little Whore she was. They were transfixed. The other Guy, encouraged by the actions of his Friend moved in closer and pulled up her short Skirt so he could have a better look.
“Why don’t you unbutton her Blouse and take a closer look at her breasts. Believe me they’re worth it.” He didn’t need to be told twice and Emma sighed deeply at the attention she was getting.
“Oh Emma. If you want to have an orgasm you’re going to have to wait. I forbid you to have one whilst we’re on this Train and in future you’re not to have one without my permission”
With that she groaned in frustration and slowed down on humping the Boy’s hand. The two Girls who were with the Guys now moved in closer, curious of what was taking place here.
“Why is she doing what you say?” They asked incredulously and I answered simply that she was my Slave and she did what she was told. I encouraged them to have a feel for themselves and persuaded them to kiss her, explaining that Women are far better kissers than most Guys were. One of them looked repulsed but the other let the curiosity get the better of her and moved in to kiss her. Emma was really struggling to control herself and she was breathing heavily lost in her own humiliation and pleasure.
Eventually the Train began to slow down and we had reached Oxford Street.
“Sorry Guys and Girls the show is over, this is our stop. Come on Emma. Remember to keep your hands behind your head and leave your Clothes as they are.” I smiled as I watched her reluctantly remove herself from the seat and the attention of the group of college kids. She was a sight to behold as I watched her walk behind me, her eyes facing directly ahead of herself avoiding all the shocked looks around her. She walked out of the underground station, blushed and hot with her blouse left open and the glistening of her juices showing her arousal to the world. As humiliated as she was, I think she was actually enjoying this.
Emma
Oh my fucking God what a day. I had found a new side of me that I never knew existed after I was kidnapped and left with that old Bitch earlier this year. Naturally I was scared at first, obviously, but I began to find that I enjoyed being dominated but my previous Mistress had nothing on Stacey. I was nervous from the moment the Taxi driver spotted me from inside his Cab when we were picked up earlier. I looked like your common, dirty Whore and yes I did notice that he couldn’t keep he’s pervert eyes off of me for pretty much the whole trip. It was a wonder he never crashed. The first sign of my arousal started there and I was lucky we left the Taxi when we did otherwise I would have stained his precious, black leather seats. Then there was the Underground station and I almost lost control the moment the old couple walked past. I should have been ashamed when they muttered the word ‘disgusting’ loud enough for me to hear. Instead I nearly reached down to play with myself. God Stacey was so damn good at this. She knew all the right buttons to press and I had to admit being out in the public made this a shit load more exciting for me. I was saved from further humiliating myself by the Train arriving or so I thought. Stacey whispered some instructions into my ear softly which startled me. Still, I wanted to convince her that I was up to the Job and that I really wanted this so I sat down on the first empty set of seats that I could see, spread my legs and held my hands behind my head. Fully aware that the breeze in the empty Carriage was not helping the arousal I felt from my already soaking Pussy. I tried to concentrate on Stacey’s beautiful face ignoring the fact that I was showing off all I had to anyone who walked past.
Within a few minutes of taking my seat on the Train I was broke out of my relaxed stupor by a group of four College Kids entering our Carriage. I watched warily as Stacey looked at them and then back at me giving me a sly wink. Shit what did she have planned now? A few minutes later I found myself with a Teenager’s eager hand exploring my Vagina. I was barely conscious as waves of pleasure and humiliation crashed over me. Yes I did hear the ‘Whore’ comments from the Guy’s two Lady friends but that only heightened the pleasure I was feeling inside. Next came the Guy’s mate who roughly unbuttoned my Blouse fully and started massaging my nipples. God this was getting too much. I was going to have a full blown orgasm right in front of these Teenagers in the middle of a public Train.
“Oh Emma. If you want to have an orgasm you’re going to have to wait. I forbid you to have one whilst we’re on this Train and in future you’re not to have one without my permission” I barely heard Stacey say to my disbelief.
Oh fuck no. How the hell was I going to hold that off. Using all the strength I had in me I attempted to deny the orgasm. This was going to be difficult. I found myself concentrating on the adverts above the windows, including an ironic sign from the London Underground stating ‘I think I am being watched’.
The tension was becoming too much and I was losing the fight to control my orgasm when the Train began to slow and the next Station, Oxford Street came into view.
“Sorry Guys and Girls the show is over, this is our stop. Come on Emma. Remember to keep your hands behind your head and leave your Clothes as they are.”
I was too aroused to be thankful that this public ordeal with these teenagers was over. I needed to climax and I shot Stacey a plea with my eyes trying to pull off the cute ‘puppy dog eyes’ trick but she remained strong and just walked off telling me to follow her. I felt much more exposed than I was in the Train out in the open. With the soft breeze my Blouse was flying open giving everyone a full on view of my Breasts. I tried to speed up but remembered I had to stay behind Stacey who was, I guessed, deliberately walking at the speed of a snail. I couldn’t stop myself from looking in the Faces of the People who passed me and noted their mixed reactions which ranged from looks of disgust and shock to a very satisfied smile, some even winking. A few overly confident Blokes even felt the need to grope my behind or ‘accidentally’ brush their hands against my Nipples as they passed. That really didn’t help. Now my Nipples stood to attention standing at around three quarters of an inch. Yes I had taken the time in the past to measure them having been astonished at the length they reached when they were aroused. I was still fighting the losing fight against myself to stop myself from having an orgasm on the Streets of London when it seemed Stacey had reached her first destination. I should of known it would be an adult shop.
It was a typical run of the mill Adult shop I noticed as I walked inside behind the curtained doors. Firstly I was greeted by the usual wide collection of Adult DVD’s but we walked straight past those to the ‘toy’s at the back. The Shop was unusually busy compared to my past experiences of nervously poking around in these type of shops. Without further instructions from Stacey, I held the pose with my hands behind my head and my legs apart as Stacey had a private word with the owner who smiled and gave me a knowing wink. My attention was on Stacey walking back to me smiling as I tried to ignore all the eyes in the shop looking at me in anticipation. I watched Stacey bend down to pick up something off a hook. It was a ball-gag. Her eyes met mine as she opened the packaging and held it out in front of my face. Oh shit. There was so many People here who would see me. Then again by the way I was feeling I wasn’t sure that was a bad feeling. Being exposed like this, like I was earlier I found turned me on, a lot. It was still taking everything I had not to play with myself but I held my control and opened my mouth. Stacey placed it inside my mouth and strapped it around the back of my head. Damn it felt big. My jaw was stretched to the limit and within a few minutes I felt the first of my drooling escape from behind the gag. The Customers inside the store made no effort of concealing their curiosity now as they gathered closer to get a better look at what was happening. They were openly laughing and joking among themselves, entertained by the events unfolding in front of them. Next Stacey picked up and unpackaged a collar and leash pack which she placed around my Neck before attaching the Leash. Stacey was fiddling with the Collar behind me and I felt something that was attached to the Collar being pulled over my head.
“What do you think of these?” Stacey asked with a mischievous smile showing a nose hook on the end of the strap attached to the Collar. The cold touch of the hooks caused me to shiver sending another wave of pleasure which I felt through my whole Body. It was tightened until it caused me to be unable to lower my head, lifting my nose up to almost the appearance of a Pig’s! Flash! Fuck they were taking Pictures now. I should be degraded to a point I wouldn’t recover yet I was loving their taunts, their Jibes and the laughing. It made me feel just so damn incredibly hot. I was struggling to concentrate enough to ask Stacey for what I needed the most right now.
“Mistress… Can… Can I Please Cum?” I hoped beyond anything I had hoped for before that she would accept but the wicked smile on her face told me otherwise, ‘Not Yet‘ she taunted. Fuck it. I started grinding my Teeth hard on the Ball-Gag to the point I was certain I must have left an imprint. The crowd were laughing uncontrollably at my predicament now and they began laughing harder when they saw what Stacey had picked up next. A French Maid’s Outfit! As she held it up in front of me she instructed for me to undress and I obeyed, slowly taking my Shirt off before teasingly lowering my Skirt and kicking it off. Well if these People wanted a show I was going to fucking give it to them. Once I was in my Birthday Suit Stacey threw the outfit onto the floor in front of me and I got the chance to give it a proper look over. The material of the dress was Vinyl and it was in the colour of an apple red with a black, vinyl Apron. I knew she chose the colour to match my deep, red Hair colour and with the right make up I would look incredibly slutty with the low cut top and the very short hem. I slowly slipped into it as Stacey threw over a pair of black stockings and a pair of four inch long high heels. Even looking at them made me feel uncomfortable, it was going to be unbelievably painful getting used to them. I squeezed my feet into the Shoes and felt an intense pain on the tips of my Toes which was supporting most of my weight.
“Why don’t you give your fans here a little Parade Emma?” Stacey smiled indicating for me to do a little Fashion Show walk down one of the aisles. I was stumbling all over the place as I tried to get used to the Shoes to a mixture of laughs and wolf whistles from the crowd. I walked back and down the aisle three times and on the third walk I was slowly getting used to them. My legs were aching terribly when I had finished the final walk and it seemed Stacey still wasn’t finished in here. She picked up what looked like a large single glove with a laced back and told me hold my arms close together behind my back. Carefully she pulled the glove over my arms and laced the back which pulled my shoulders back in a painful manner which in turn pushed my Breasts out.
“How does that feel?” She asked not expecting a coherent answer from beyond
my gag. Instead I just looked her tenderly in her beautiful eyes as she kissed my
forehead whispering that there was just one more thing left to buy here. The last thing
that was left to buy she held in the palm of her hand. A small remote controlled
Vibrator. Stacey grabbed a piece of tape from the Owner’s desk and gently placed the
Vibrator inside, securing it in with the tape. It was then turned on what I guessed was
the ‘tease’ setting. Somehow remembering I wasn’t allowed to orgasm I was going to
have to work a lot harder at controlling myself. Lost in my own internal Battle of
attempting to control the urge I nearly fell over as Stacey tugged on the leash leading
me out of the shop. Thanking the owner and the crowd on her way out.
Stacey
This was truly a treat. Watching Emma walk a few paces ahead of me, her
tight, very sexy behind swaying tantalisingly due to the high heels. At first with her arms
bound tightly behind her back with the arm binder she found it very difficult to keep her
balance but after five minutes of walking she got the hang of it. I could only imagine how
humiliated she felt right now, her breasts barely covered by the vinyl Maid’s outfit, the
ball gag with the nose hook forcing her to look up and the high heels. All that as well as
the mini vibrator teasing her constantly. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon for a change
here in England and I could see a sheen of sweat, glistening on Emma’s Body. I was
having trouble controlling my own desires as well though I imagine nowhere near as
troubling as Emma’s current situation. The next destination I had in mind for her a little
spot of humiliation was a Pet Supermarket which was less than two minutes away, though them two minutes would seem a lot longer for Emma.
The Pet Store was much busier than the Adult shop had been and I saw every eye near the entrance of the Shop take in Emma’s shocking appearance. It was the same mixture of lust, shock and disgust as I’d seen all day. If it disgusted these People so much why don’t they just choose to ignore what they’ve seen and move on with their lives rather than stare with their accusing eyes. It had been a good day though and I wasn’t going to let that bother me. Guiding Emma to the Pet Cages aisle I called for the help of a Sales Assistant. A young Girl who looked like this was a part time Job she took to earn money whilst she was at College. The look on her eyes was priceless to behold. She soaked up the image of Emma and her eyes couldn’t hide the lust. Choosing a cage designed for a fairly large Dog I asked the assistant for a demonstration and she was more than willing to comply. I sat back and watched as she helped Emma into the cage noticing she held her hand on Emma’s Body longer than she should have, even accidentally brushing her breasts in the process. Once Emma was comfortably, well not so comfortably inside the cage the I decided I’d take a quick walk around and asked the assistant to keep an eye on her. As I looked back Emma had already drawn quite the crowd, Teenagers taking pictures on their Camera Phones and others not so at ease with the situation walked past quickly diverting their eyes. I didn’t want to leave Emma alone too long so I quickly picked up a couple of Dog Bowls and using the machine an engraved Dog tag stating ‘Stacey’s Slave’ before paying for them at the tills, ordering the Cage to be delivered. I got the assistant to bag them before heading back to free Emma. The Sales Assistant thanked me for brightening up her day as she released Emma and asked if she was available for hire. I declined telling the disappointed Teen that she was all mine. With all the shopping done and with the heat of the Sun bearing down on us both I decided to stop off for a quick drink before we went home.
The Pub I chose was named the Hogs Head and upon entering it seemed it was quite the popular drinking hole. Where I was expecting old, lonely Men who spent their whole life with a Pint in their hands drinking away their sorrows, I was greeted with a mix of Office Worker’s and College Students enjoying their breaks. Again the conversation all around the Pub came to a stall the second people saw us enter. Ignoring them I led Emma by the leash to a free table near the bar and ordered myself a Vodka and Coke and Emma a Pint of Lager. Emma was much more comfortable with her situation now. She knew everyone was watching her every move and she was still deeply humiliated but she chose to try to ignore it, finding an inner peace where she could deal with her situation. Once back with the drinks I showed her the bowls I had brought her and poured her Pint into one of them and set it down on the floor by my feet. Emma didn’t need telling what to do and she eased herself down to her knees on the floor, which was some feat considering her arms were still bound behind her and started lapping away at her drink. Apart from a couple of People who couldn’t contain their curiosity the rest of the afternoon went smoothly for Emma. She was happy on the floor as a couple of Students approached the table and I invited them to talk. They asked questions like why she was dressed like a maid, on her knees in the middle of a Public House drinking Beer out of a dogs bowl and Emma impressed me with the matter of fact way she answered. ‘I do what I must for my Mistress, who I love entirely’ Emma stated at one point. We enjoyed a large number of Alcoholic Beverages that afternoon, probably too much I noted as I felt myself sway as I told the Students we were leaving. Emma looked a little worse for wear as well as she struggled to get up with her High Heels, ending up on the floor twice. At the request of the two Male Students who had enjoyed us I instructed Emma to lift up her skirt and let the Boys have a feel as a parting gift and watched as deep concentration filled her face in the attempt to control herself. The Students were elated with the gift and thanked me for the opportunity as we left and made our way back home.
The minute we were both inside my new House I pushed Emma against the Wall and brought my lip to meet hers. This passion was unlike anything I’d experienced in my whole life, it was even more intense than when we were together when we were younger. I could tell by the way Emma pushed herself into the kiss that she felt the same. Our lips were only apart as I led her by the leash upstairs to the bedroom. Instructing her to undress and lie down on her back I tied her arms and legs to each corner of the bed. Testing the binds were secure, I let my hand gently trace her body, starting with her feet moving slowly up to her lower stomach, breasts and ending at her neck. Her body arched up in anticipation and I could tell from the way her eyes were glazed that she was desperate for release. Planning to tease her a little while longer I moved slowly away from the bed and pressed the remote to turn on the stereo. Dancing enticingly to Robbie William’s ‘Rock DJ’ I began slowly removing my clothes. Emma couldn’t keep her eyes away and she was practically panting for me to join her on the bed. When my Panties hit the floor I lifted myself so my Pussy was above Emma’s all to willing face and I lowered. Emma didn’t disappoint and her tongue began a frenzy on my clit. I really had been waiting for this moment all day, ever since I drew out a rough plan in my mind over what to put her through, it would have always ended like this. A perfect end to a perfect day. Every half a minute I would lift myself up for a few seconds allowing Emma to catch her breath before I sat back down again. The pleasurable feeling inside was building uncontrollably and I grinded down on Emma’s face as my Body buckled as waves of ecstasy shocked through me. God that was amazing. Emma was catching her breath, and she had every right to, she did a damn good job and since she did she was going to have her rewards. I untied her, removed the small vibrator that had been teasing her all day before instructing her to stay where she was. Reaching into my Suitcase I had packed with some of my belongings from Spain I pulled out a wicked looking strap on dildo. It was a double ended strap on Dildo, designed to give pleasure to both Parties and Emma’s face lit up with joy as she saw it. The end that would be in her was at least eight inches long with a wide girth and had a ribbed design. Turning it on, I lifted myself above Emma once more and gently penetrated her soaking wet Pussy. The relief was written on Emma’s face as we gently swayed back and forth and as I guessed it would be, it wasn’t long before Emma was near orgasm.
“Mistress. Can I cum please?” She asked with a tone of desperation and her face lit up when I allowed her to. Her body shook all over as she was finally allowed to orgasm. Having built up inside her for most of the day I could tell it was a big one and Emma let out a satisfied scream. I wasn’t finished yet though so I continued going whilst Emma enjoyed another two orgasms, asking me for permission both times. She was near her forth and she asked again but I declined, telling her to wait a little while longer. When I was near climax myself I told her she could cum and we both climaxed in each others arms where we passionately kissed each other.
“How was your day?” I asked her once I had composed myself.
“Oh it was fantastic Stacey. I really love everything you put me through and I knew it was the right choice to ask you to be my Mistress. As you know I love you more than anyone, anything and I will always want to be with you” She answered sincerely.
We talked a little while longer as the night drew in about what she would like to experience in other public outings before we both were ready for bed. I gently reapplied her arm bindings behind her back and the ball gag. I kissed her head as I squeezed her nipple whispering goodnight. The perfect end to the perfect day.
Dear Stacey
I would like to personally invite yourself and a friend to our Christmas party in
London on the 19th December. It is a Bondage themed party and there is an attendance of at least three hundred people already confirmed. I hope you are enjoying your time off, you’ve earned it with your work this year and I look forward to seeing your work next year. Thank you again.
Mr Smith.
The letter had arrived this Morning and when I had shown Emma she was delighted with the prospect of meeting others like herself and taking part in a Bondage party, although she wasn’t too sure what it entailed. A couple of months had passed since I had arrived back in England and Stacey was responding very well to the training. She had taken to her duties as a maid magnificently, whether it be tidying around the House, or pleasuring me she always did an amazing Job. On the few public outings I planned she always obeyed without hesitation no matter how humiliating the request. One which I remember was, in her maid outfit, complete with her ball gag and collar nose hook I instructed her to do my Shopping whilst I waited at the front of the Store watching her. She met the eyes of everyone who looked at her in shock or disdain, challenging them to make their opinions heard but no one did. I could tell Emma was happy with who she was and that in turn made me very happy. Once she had arrived at the till with the basket she pulled a couple of Twenties out of the top of her Maids outfit to the shock of the gawking, spotted Teen. He had fumbled with her change before finally giving it to her.
It was approaching the end of November and London had turned bitterly cold and dark. I remember now why I didn’t like the Winters here, my past here had shown that they were a depressing time of year but so far, with Emma’s company I hadn’t felt any happier. I had woken around ten minutes ago to the amazing sensation of Emma’s tongue gently massaging my clit. Once she had noticed I had awoken she brought me to a stunning orgasm before kissing my feet and heading downstairs. It really was a great way to wake up and consider the fact that I had been awoken this way every Morning for the past two months. I quickly showered and got dressed and looked over my reflection. My body was still very well toned due to a strict exercise regime I stuck to religiously which I got Emma to join me with ever since we had brought this House. It was always arousing watching the sweat glisten off of her naked Body as she took part in the exercise. I noticed how my Face seemed to give off a healthy glow and that it was beaming. It was true I never had been happier and I have Emma’s arrival into my life to thank for that.
Emma was cooking me a Traditional English Breakfast as I walked down and the aroma of the food was so tantalising. I sat down and read the Morning’s Newspapers enjoying a cup of Coffee whilst Emma dished up. I watched her as she dished my share of the food up onto a plate and served it to me before heading back to the Stove and serving hers into her Bowl and setting it on the floor beside my Chair. I thanked her and gently stroked her hair before tucking into my food. Emma only had a small amount and she had finished before me. She sat their waiting patiently gently kissing and liking my feet. Now was the time to tell her about the Party, I just hoped she was completely happy and secure with her new Lifestyle as this would be her greatest test.
“Em. How do you feel with your new life? Would you say you have settled down and enjoying it?” I asked once I had finished my Breakfast. Emma pulled herself away from my foot and rested on her knees beside me, leaning her head towards my stroking hand.
“I love it Stacey. More than you could ever imagine. It’s like a part of me that’s been missing which left me feeling unsatisfied and depressed at times. Now, with you, I’ve never felt more alive. I love you Stacey and I can’t thank you enough for offering to dominate me and furthermore keep me.”
Wow! So she did love her new lifestyle. I should have guessed from the way she acted around me but I needed to be sure. Still giving her a choice, I told her about the Party we had been invited to and what would be expected there. I watched her face light up as I discussed the plans I had for a mini show we will put on for the guests and the hosts of the Party. It would take a bit of training but if it was worked well, them guests were in for one hell of a show.
Emma
‘December 14th. Stacey registered me on this blog for me to write down my experiences and share pictures of my time with her. She said it would be good to look back on in years to come, sort of like my own personal memoirs. Well where to start. I had been with Stacey for four months now and I can’t remember feeling happier at any time of my life. I’m not sure what that says about me and the person I am. “Not Normal”, “Weird” or even “Fucked up” would be the way that the majority of people would describe it. “Why would you expose yourself and degrade yourself in Public?” People would ask. Well because I am who I am. I love the feeling of complete helplessness and lack of control that I feel when Stacey controls me. It arouses me, it makes me feel a part of something, which is something I haven’t felt for a long, long time. So to everyone who questions my actions, questions my fantasies. Go and fuck yourself. I write this laying at the foot of Stacey’s bed, my sleeping place. I belong to Stacey, there’s no doubt about that now. Just this Morning, Stacey escorted me in my normal attire of the Maids outfit to get a Tattoo parlour. The Maids outfit I had to admit made me look very slutty and the collar, which I was completely used to now, completed the look.
A big, muscular Woman beckoned me to lie down onto a make shift Bed and started to prepare the Tattoo gun. My eyes were fixated onto it knowing it was going to cause me a lot of pain and to be honest it scared me a little. To keep me quiet and occupied Stacey instructed me to play with myself whilst the Lady tattooed my Breasts and an area on my chest just above. Whilst I was lost in complete ecstasy trying to use the pain to greaten my arousal, Stacey stood above my face, her open sex just inches away from where I lay on the stool. She lowered herself, smothering my face and I did what I was trained to do. Please her. It helped muffle the sounds of pain and ecstasy that escaped my lips.
It had taken the tattooist a whole three hours to do the three planned tattoo’s and I had lost count of the amount of orgasms I had experienced in that time. I could feel the juices soaked all over my fingers and down my legs and when Stacey lifted herself off of me for the last time I raised my hand to my face and licked them clean. Not wanting to sound boastful or anything, but damn I taste good, though not as good as Stacey. Before I was allowed to look at my Tattoo’s, Stacey suggested that I have some piercings done as well and the large, Biker type, Lady was struggling to hold back on her own desires before getting the equipment ready. She then proceeded to pierce both of my Nipples, which she fitted with small, golden rings, my Tongue which was now studded, and another small ring for my Clit. God the pain was intense and it made me climax yet again but Stacey was holding me all the time. Once I had recovered, I was shown my reflection. On my left Breast, in a stylish font were the words ‘Public Whore’ and on the right Breast were the words ‘Pussy Slave’. Just above my Breasts, in a fairly plain font was the statement ‘Property of Stacey’. I was happy to have these done as I felt it showed just how much I desired this lifestyle with her. The Biker Lady commented on how Slutty I looked and asked Stacey if she was interested in a little discount in exchange for my services but she declined saying that I belonged to her and her only. Thank fuck for that. The big Lady smelt terrible and I really didn’t want to go down there.
After the visit to the Tattoo Parlour, Stacey continued our sessions in practice for the set we were doing at the Party the Company she worked for was holding in a few days. I won’t give away any of the details as I’ll post some pictures and the video of the event for you guys to see but it was tough, painful and humiliating. I fucking loved it.’
My blog had already attracted two hundred fans and I read through some of the comments posted below the pictures of my session at the Tattoo Parlour earlier. Most were saying the pictures looked amazing, several adding pictures of tattoos they have had done for their Master or Mistress. One about half way down caught my attention though.
‘Hey Stacey.
You don’t know me but my Sister and myself had the privilege of being trained by Stacey earlier this year. I am so happy for both you and Stacey and the pictures look amazing. I look forward to seeing your set and meeting you at the Party. All the best.
Slave Jennifer.’
I told Stacey about the post and she said she remembered the two Sisters she had trained earlier that year and was looking forward to see how they were coping with their new life. We watched a Rom-Com after that snuggled in each others arms before heading to bed. We made passionate love, as we did every night before I took my place at the foot of her bed. Stacey had stated numerous times that I was welcome to sleep with her but I declined saying that I knew my place.
Three days had passed and the day of the Party was upon us. Stacey had been pushing me a little hard over the latter end of the Morning and early Afternoon in our practice for the session but the pain and humiliation will be nothing compared to what will come tonight. Bring it on I say. The Company had arranged for a Limousine to pick both of us up in the next hour and although I was dressed and ready in my Maid’s Costume, Stacey wasn’t and it was my job to get her ready. I started by doing her nails, a dark shade of red which would match her lipstick after licking them clean. I then proceeded to dress her in one hell of a dress that we both picked out last week. It was a stunning one piece, strapless silk dress in black which hugged her Body perfectly showing off her toned Stomach and ample Breasts. Let’s just say if I saw her out on a night I was on the pull, I definitely would. Once I had her fully dressed I presented her with the leash which she attached to my collar and instructed me to crawl to the waiting Limousine. Once in the stretched Limo, Stacey blindfolded me and recited the plan for our little set which would start off tonight’s Party.
The journey there had barely lasted half an hour and I heard people talking excitedly as they spotted me crawling out of the car. Led by Stacey pulling my leash, I was beginning to feel a mixture of my own arousal and humiliation build up inside of me. This was going to be fun! I could already feel some dampness down the top of the inside of my thighs and the chill that brought in the air-conditioned venue. Judging by the length I had to crawl before Stacey told me to stop as she took a seat, I guessed it was a huge venue. Much larger than I had previously imagined. It was eerily silent as I had crawled through the wide open area earlier but within the next half hour I could hear more and more voices and laughs fill the air before the Party was officially started.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Dommes and Subs. My name is Mr Smith and I would like to welcome you all to our first Alternative Lifestyle Party. I hope you all enjoy your time here, drink and be merry. Now without further ado, let me introduce one of our most successful Employees, Stacey, along with her partner Emma.”
My nerves rose through the roof as I heard a loud cheer from the other side of the Curtains I was currently kneeling behind. As they opened, a sea of People, young and old were laughing and applauding at myself and Stacey. Ready to enjoy the show. It was hard to see the faces of my audience with the stage lights beaming down on my sweat-glistened body but I could see plenty of other Masters and Mistresses with subs out there.
“Hello Everybody. My name is Stacey and this here is Emma, or Whore, or Slut. Whatever you want to call her, she will acknowledge the name. I hope you all enjoy the little show we arranged for you to get this Party started. Have fun”
After welcoming the crowd, Stacey gave me an encouraging nod before instructing me to stand with my legs apart facing the crowd and my hands behind my head. Stacey asked the crowd what they thought and received an approving roar as she showed off my ‘assets’ by getting my to twirl before returning to the same position. I was then instructed to masturbate myself, looking into as many People’s faces as I could and behind my back Stacey picked up a cane receiving another cheer from the crowd. As we had prepared for this over the last month or so this should be no problem for me but seeing this many eyes laughing, taunting and watching my every move was nerve wracking. Not to mention the fact that I was so aroused by the attention that I found it hard to concentrate.
*Whack*
“One. Thank you Miss Stacey” I sighed before preparing myself for the next blow. Stacey hadn’t needed to instruct me to count out the hits and thank her for them, this had become common practice ever since she had started my training. Another ten well placed hits later, the crowd cheering each one, and I was beginning to feel the strain. The back of my upper thighs were burning and stinging like hell and I could feel the climax building inside. Closing my eyes, barely being able to hold the arousal I humiliated myself further.
“Miss Stacey, Can this Whore cum?” I almost shouted much to the approval of the crowd and my face turned a deeper shade of red. I started to wonder how many of these People I would pass in the street in the future and how many of them would recognise my debut performance here. Maybe I should have accepted Stacey’s offer of a Latex Hood to hide my identity.
“What do you think People? Should we let her cum?” Stacey taunted from behind me and the crowd shouted no in unison. Fucking hell this was like some kind of messed up pantomime. I was beginning to ache from holding off the climax for over fifteen minutes as Stacey continued to hit me with the cane. Eventually Stacey decided to sympathise.
“Okay Whore. You need to cum badly? I will give you permission, but first you will go out and receive five pairs of Panties from the lovely Ladies out in the audience. You will not stop playing with yourself whilst you do this and you will use your teeth to remove said underwear, and carry it back. Lastly, you will do this blindfolded. I will guide you down to the audience but you’ll have to make your own way back up.”
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit it. I should have known Stacey would have added something like this so close towards the end of my humiliating act as well. Still, I didn’t resist as Stacey guided me down the stairs and gave me a nudge in the direction of the crowd. Walking and masturbating at the same time was awkward and it only got worse as I bumped into the first willing member of the audience. She pulled me by the nipples closer to her and licked all over my face. How the hell was I going to hold an orgasm through the whole of this!? The Lady sounded young as she squealed with delight and pushed me down to the floor. Using my free hand and my teeth I undid her Jeans and slid them down feeling her smooth skin on my Nose. The smell of arousal was overwhelming as my face was pushed deep into her mound. When the young Lady released me I used my teeth to remove her Panties and kissed her sex, thanking her. Picking up and holding the Panties with my teeth I ventured deeper into the crowd. Often I would feel a sharp slap or a pinch and often I would have to stop and regain my composure. The next three Panties came much in the same fashion as the first, although one or two wasn’t such a nice experience. The first, an old Lady which I could taste her Urine through the Panties and a second of which was a very large and very hairy lady who smelled terrible. I was reminded of the ‘Biker Lady’ who had done my tattoos and she confirmed this by stating that she had done a good job with them. No one seemed too willing to give me the last pair I needed, enjoying my discomfort and I almost lost it right there until a soft voice called me, turning me by the Shoulders. She instructed me to get on my knees and open my mouth. Next thing I felt was a gagging complex as I felt something big invade my throat. Argh it was disgusting. I had never before been this near to a Penis and to have one invade my throat whilst my head was being guided back and forth repulsed me. It seemed to take forever before he shot his load down the back of my throat before withdrawing his member, instructing me to keep my mouth open as he proceeded to release a stream of urine down my throat. Eww. This was horrible, yet it did not release the hold my arousal had over me. The unknown Man laughed and in gratitude he offered me the Panties of his Submissive, the Girl who had called me over. Eagerly I allowed him to lead my head to her Sex and I found that she wasn’t wearing any and also that she was very cleanly shaven.
“Oh. Bambi here has her Panties lodged into that tight Pussy of hers” He snarled. “The only way you’ll be receiving them is by bringing her to orgasm first. “ Well at least this was going to be a fuck load better than sucking his Cock again. Using my experience and training that Stacey had given me, I expertly brought the Girl to orgasm very quickly and used my teeth to find a grip on her Panties. Holding the five Panties in my mouth, I was led back to the Stage by the crowd with more pinches and spankings along the way. I got back onto my knees and crawled towards Stacey’s voice once I had made my way back up. My body was stinging all over and I was shaking uncontrollably trying to hold the orgasm in.
“Good Whore. Now one last thing before you are allowed an orgasm. Put the panties you hold in your mouth inside your soaking sex and bring me to Orgasm, whilst continuing to play with yourself. Once I have climaxed then so may you.” I smiled at her gratefully before working on her clit with my tongue. Her moans grew over the sound of the cheering crowd and I started moaning as well. The Crowd grew louder, sensing the upcoming release as Stacey’s sighs became uncontrolled and it wasn’t long before we were both sighing in ecstasy and I collapsed onto the floor. Stacey gently stroked my head and pulled the Panties soaked in my juices, along with some of the other Girls out of my Pussy and put them into my willing mouth. Together we took a bow in front of the greatly appreciative crowd and left the stage.
Stacey
What an amazing high that was, giving a performance like that. Emma had performed admirably and I let her sit down for a few minutes out back as she recovered. The Crowd had been cheering wildly before the music kicked in and the Party officially began. Before we joined the rest of the crowd I used some clear cello tape to secure the Panties inside Emma’s mouth, reminding myself that she would have to go find the owners and return them later on in the night. Emma’s breathing finally started to ease a little. I led her by her leash out into the crowd. The Company really knew how to throw a Party. A DJ encouraged the crowd to ‘let themselves go’ to the sound of the latest R&B track. Although it wasn’t really my thing, I always thought of it being a bit too generic, the atmosphere in this place was electric. The hall was darkened, with only the strobe lighting moving with the pace of the music disturbing the darkness. As the light waved across the room I could see fellow Dominants with their slaves, enjoying the night, openly performing sexual acts, catching up with each other or just dancing to the music. When the song came to an end a spotlight shun on where Emma and myself had just exited the backstage area which was responded with a huge applause from the crowd. I watched as Emma shut her eyes, unable to control her emotions once again as she was placed in public peril. I couldn’t see her too clearly out back but in the light I could see her properly. Her face was coated in the juices of the People she had pleasured from our show earlier, her back covered in red lines from my use of the cane earlier. If it wasn’t for the fact I knew she was willing to do this I would have felt guilt, perhaps even outrage seeing her like this but a forced smile from behind her gag settled my thoughts.
The music started again and I led Emma through the crowds before I was face to face with my Employer, Mr Smith. His face looked like it was shaped in the image of an Angel, his tall muscular body, suited. It was almost enough for me to consider my choice of sexuality, he was nothing what I expected him to look like. The smile on his face portrayed how he felt about me and the work I’d done for him and he embraced me with a hug, gently patting Emma on the head just after.
“Stacey. How fantastic it is to finally meet you. The show you put on was top notch but then again I’ve come to not expect any less from you. I’ve finished dealing with the paperwork with Emma’s former Mistress and paid the asking fee for you. Emma is now officially yours, the paperwork is in the mail. Consider this my gift to the both of you.” I almost leapt for Joy on hearing this news and embraced both Mr Smith and then Emma before he thanked me again for my work and telling me to go and enjoy the party. Apparently there were plenty of People waiting to meet me.
It didn’t take too long before I encountered a familiar face. Little Lou was dressed in a short skirt which completely failed at hiding the diaper she was wearing. Her face lit into a huge smile when she saw me and she tugged at her new ’Mumma’ and pointed.
“Ah you must be Stacey. Now I’ll finally get the chance to thank you in person.” The surprisingly young and beautiful, Latino lady held out her had and I took it.
“Little Lou has been absolutely fantastic haven’t you sweetie? Thank you very much for making my dreams come true Stacey. I never expected the results to be this good.” She crooned cradling the Adult Baby to her chest, freeing up a nipple for Lou to suckle. I had never got used to taking praise so I just thanked her and said it was my pleasure, after all why should I take praise for doing a Job I loved so much. Wishing them both well we left them to enjoy the Party, finding a reserved corner table, with a very comfortable looking Sofa and a bottle of expensive looking Champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. The nameplate on the table read Miss Stacey (The Company), oh, I guess this was for me then. I playfully pushed Emma down on the Sofa before pouncing on her, kissing her body all over.
“So now you’re officially mine. Are you happy sweetheart?” I asked once my lips left her soft skin. Emma nodded and sighed into her gag. She needed release, which was no surprise to be honest. She had been struggling holding back the next climax ever since she had seen Little Lou again. I unbound her arms and watched as she drove them straight to her soaking sex. She was too far in, too close to orgasm to notice the arrivals at the table. Hearing one of them speak she looked up briefly, deeply humiliated before seemingly shrugging it off and continuing into a very loud orgasm. Laughing the tall, stern looking Lady began to speak again.
“Hi my name is Olivia Simpson and I think Stacey, you might recognise these two.” She clicked her fingers and two very familiar and identical faces began making their way to the table. The Twins! Jennifer dressed in very scantily clad clothing and over doing it on the make up looked like a very shagable Slut and crawling by her feet was her twin Sister Tricia. Tricia didn’t speak as she approached the table but she jumped up and hugged me, licking my face. Olivia whispered something to Jennifer who smiled and looked a wicked look at Emma who was recovering from her recent orgasm before jumping on her, pinning her arms back and sucking her nipples like a professional. Emma, shocked by the unknown attacker’s move began to resist before the need for pleasure won over. I laughed and invited Olivia to sit down next to me whilst I gently stroked Tricia who was cleaning her face by licking her ‘paws’. Olivia, like the other Mistress thanked me for the results of the training of the Twins and told me of the highlights of the past six months and there was a lot of them. I found it easy to speak to Olivia and she was much more friendly than her stern face portrayed. We spent the remainder of the Party talking, drinking heavily and playing with our slaves. Jennifer and Emma were still having a huge amount of fun playing with each other, bringing each other to orgasm in lots of different painful and creative ways and it wasn’t too long before Tricia lifted her head off of my lap and went to join her Sister who effectively double teamed Emma for the next hour or so. The night ended with another show put on by a Mistress I didn’t recognise and another Slave I had trained. Natasha. The show was a lot more extreme than the one I had put on with Emma earlier with Natasha being on the receiving end of a lot of pain. Needles, Wax, Whipping. It was an amazing contrast to how she was before I had successfully trained her. Natasha practically begged for the pain, using it, as I had taught her to reach that higher pleasure. When the DJ announced he was playing the last song Olivia yawned and stated she and the twins were going to leave but she gave me her number and her address before she left, welcoming us both round for more fun and games at any time. Getting ready to leave myself, I removed the cello tape from around Emma’s head and instructed her to return the Panties from her little ‘game’ earlier and meet me at the Limo waiting outside. I watched her from the door as she frantically searched the crowds for the owners of the Panties and returned them before making her way back to me, frantically playing with her clit whilst walking. I wondered what it would feel like to have no self degradation like Emma had now. To be able to do whatever the fuck you wanted and not care too much about what others thought. I welcomed her back with a kiss before taking her back home where she updated her blog before laying down at the foot of my bed.
“Emma. It’s your first official night as my Slave. Come join me.” I instructed and she jumped up, smiling before snuggling up to me. We positioned ourselves in the ’69’ position with Emma on the bottom and I enjoyed the best night of my life.
Coming in the next part which will hopefully come a hell of a lot quicker than this one did. (Sorry about that).
- Stacey catches her Mum in a self bondage act on a visit to her house.
- The return to work in Spain with a new set of slaves. One being completely different to what Stacey had ever worked with before.
-Stacey arranges a Summer Party at her Villa in Spain, inviting all her previous slaves for a Slaves Olympics competition.
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