Best at Show

Best At Show

She was sleeping soundly, naked, lying on top of the sheets because it was too hot.  The sweat clung to her, and made the sheets stick to her warm damp body.  She tossed and turned unable to sleep properly, her mind constantly going over what was to happen tomorrow.  She was to meet her master in the centre of town, and they were to head off for a surprise.  The fact that he’d make her book two weeks off work, and only respond with “It’s a surprise” when she asked him only made her more excited.

* * * *

The next day she showered, and dressed exactly like he had ordered her to.  A very revealing, low cut top, skin tight and no bra, no underwear at all, and a skirt so tiny she was sure she could see her muff.  She had painted her toenails red, as she knew how much he liked her sexy feet, put on her favourite toe rings, and the red heels that made her pose in such a way to thrust her chest out.  “I hope master will approve” she thought, a tremor of excitement running through her, straight from her head to her groin.  She was a bit worried that her master had forbidden her to pack any clothes, especially as she assumed she was going on a two week holiday, but as she had learned from past experience, it did not do to question her master.  With a final look at herself in the mirror “I look like such a slut” she thought, her pussy getting moist at the thought, she left to meet her master.

* * * *

As she walked through the centre of town, she could feel everyone’s eyes on her.  Men eyeing her lecherously, women looking disapprovingly (although she noted a few women staring at her the same way the men did).  She felt her cheeks burn as she started to blush, feeling an intense mix of shame, and pleasure, feeling herself moisten at the thought and hoping to god people wouldn’t notice, sure that they were.  She could feel their thoughts in her head, making her blush.  “I’m only twenty six, and already I’m such a whore, where did it all go wrong?” she thought as she hurried down the street.  As she walked down the boulevard, she saw her master sat at the outside table of the café.  As she hurried and sat down opposite him, he stared at her, his expression unreadable. 

“I’m glad to see you wore the outfit for me.  I’m sure it wasn’t an…easy….experience for you but then… that’s not the first time I’ve made you do something difficult… nor will it be the last” he said with a slight smile which filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement.  He ordered two coffees and watched her drink hers.  She could feel his eyes all over her, drinking in her figure, staring at her breasts beneath her almost see through top, her nipples by now poking visibly.

“Go to the bathroom, finish your coffee and then we are off” he told her, helping her to her feet.  She stood, giving him and everyone else in the café a good eyeful of her cleavage and went to the bathroom, feeling at least 6 pairs of eyes follow her .  After she returned she finished her coffee and joined her master as they walked to his car around the corner. 

Once they were in, he turned to her:

“You should relax, I’ve drugged your coffee.  Nothing serious, just something to make you sleep.  Like I said, I have a surprise for you, and when you wake up, you’ll get it” He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth.  “Now.. get some shuteye…you’ll need it..”  She found it hard to concentrate on his voice, as the room started to fade to black…

She woke up in a small stone room, lying on a small, hard mattress.  There were no windows, the light coming from a single ceiling light.  There was a large oak door with iron and brass hinges, and a small window set head height in the door.  This was however closed, the shutter slid closed from the other side.  She tried the door…locked.  In the corner of the room was a television with a DVD player on top of it.  Next to this was a dvd with a post it note attached, which read “play me”.  She slid in the tape and let out an involuntary gasp as her master appeared on the screen, and began to speak.

“If you are seeing this it means you are awake.  Good.  I suppose you are wondering where you are.  Guess what…you’re never going to know.  It doesn’t matter where you are because you cant get out, and even if you did, no one speaks the language.”

She gasped.

“You are here because.. and let me be frank about this…you are here to learn how to be my slave.  I have been impressed with your progress so far, but I think you could move on to bigger and better things.  Not many of my past slaves have shown this much promise, but you…don’t let me down.  Make me proud.”

She felt a rush of emotions.  Fear, that she was in a strange place, excitement tinged with apprehension as to what was to come, pride that her master was pleased with her, self doubt that she could do his faith in her justice.  She continued to watch.

“Now.. the only way you can leave this room is to flick the switch by the bedside.  And one final thing… I am always…ALWAYS…watching.   Bear that in mind.”  With that the screen faded to black, leaving her tingling inside.  She flicked the switch by the bed, which she previously had noticed, wondering what was to happen.  She waited…

* * * *

For what seemed like an age, she waited.  Nothing happened.  Then, a click, the sound of a door unlocking.  She stood back, and gasped as a woman entered.  She was clad head to foot in skin tight black latex.  Her ample chest, clad in shiny latex reflected the light, clamps biting deep into her nipples.  On her feet, stiletto heels so severe she could only take small baby steps.  As if this wasn’t enough her ankles were chained to restrict her steps.  The woman’s face was obscured by a black latex mask, her eyes covered by black opaque goggles, and in her mouth a ball gag.  Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in a ponytail, extruding from the top of her hood.  The woman indicated to her to follow, and not knowing what else to do, she did.

They walked down a long stone corridor, the only sound the heels of the mysterious woman clicking on the flagstones.  They eventually came to a door with a picture of handcuffs emblazoned on the door. After knocking they entered into a large room with wood flooring, and wood panelled walls.  In the room, on a raised dias, was a woman, sat upon a big black throne.

The woman was pale, with long flowing black hair.  She was wearing a black pvc corset, tight, which pushed up her cleavage. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings and her feet in open toed high heeled sandals, her toenails painted black.  She was beautiful, in a cold, cruel looking way.  To either side of her stood two girls, both wearing skin tight, green fetish nurse uniforms, their faces covered by green latex gimp masks, their skirts stopping just above their waist so that their shaven pussies were clearly visible.

“Your master” the woman spoke “Has sent you into my keeping so that you may become more than you are.  However, let it be understood, that I an nowhere near as tolerant as your master, any mistakes you make you WILL cost you dearly, do you understand?  Now, you are unfit to commence your training, so go with my nurses into the changing rooms, and they will tidy you up and prepare you so that you may be more accommodating.  Now go!”

She meekly followed…

They led her into another stone room, she walked forwards nervously and cried out in pain, the floor rushing to meet her.  She had been electro shocked from behind.  One of the nurses pulled her arms together, chained her wrists together and between them they lifted her into a standing position, attaching her bound wrists to a ceiling beam.  They stood back and looked at her, critically.

“Sister, I do believe that this little slut is not yet suitable for the masters, I wish to see how dirty she is” The first nurse said, turning to her twin with a nasty glint in her eye.

“I do believe you are right sister… look at her… in those clothes that barley conceal her modesty! I wonder if she’s as dirty underneath as she portrays herself?  I think sister dear that we should see exactly HOW dirty this little slut is before we clean her up, do you not agree?”

As the conversation continued, one of them slowly stepped behind the chained girl and ran a finger down her spine. “ Yes, let us see what lies beneath, sister dear”.  The girl gasped as she felt a knife dig into her back, and slide down, parting he top at the back.  The nurse pulled hard, and tore the girl top off, exposing her quivering breasts. 

“Look sister, her nipples! So erect, I do believe this slut is enjoying this!”  The other nurse stepped forward and placed a finger between the girls legs “You’re right sister, she’s already starting to get wet.. what a dirty little girl she is.” She grabbed hold of the skirt and pulled it off, leaving the poor girl chained, naked apart from her shoes, arms above her head.

“we know what to do with dirty sluts like this don’t we dear?” “ Oh yes we do sister.. let us see what we have in our box of tricks to teach this girl a lesson”  The nurse moved away behind the girl, where she could not see, and she heard a chest opening, and muffled sounds.  “Sister, I do believe we should cover this girls modesty! I think the pacifier, don’t you? “ The other nurse cackled, sending a delicious chill through the girl  “Yes.. bring the lube” The girls eyes went wide in shock as she felt a gloved finger coated in goo being pushed up her anus “no.. please…” The nurse grabbed her by the mouth and stared  into her eyes “No.. you mean “yes please” don’t you? “she grabbed a nipple and twisted, hard, making the girl cry out in pain “AARGH! I.. Yes…Please.. ooh.. ow..” She felt another hand between her legs “Sister.. shes soaking wet.. I think its time now.  Does the little slut want to see what the in fashion item this year is?” “The other nurse gabbed her painfully by the hair and made her head nod” I do believe she does!”

The nurse stepped out from behind the girl and held up an item which made the girl cry out.  It was a pair of leather underpants, adapted so that two vibrators stuck out, the only way possible to wear it was with both of them in.. one up each hole.  She felt them as they slid slowly into her sending shivers through her body and making her blush with shame.  What kind of a girl was she to be enjoying this?  The vibrators up her rectum and soaking wet pussy making her catch her breath.  She stood there in a kind of delirium whilst two strangers abused her, loving every minute of it.  She started to moan in pleasure as the vibrators began to arouse her.

“Ooh sister She is a bad, bad little slut! Look at her!  All that moaning is making me rather wet, sister, I find myself short of wipes, be a dear and lick it up. “Certainly sister, if you return the favour?” “Of course dear”.  With a sly look at the girl, one lay down on the floor in front of her, exposing her pussy.  The other sat down, straddling her sisters face, leaned forward, and started to lick and suck and finger each other, making the chained girl moan even more.  After what seemed an agonising, deliriously arousing eternity the two nurses clambered to their feet and approached the  chained girl “You liked that didn’t you bitch? You want to taste our pussies don’t you? DON’T YOU?!?!” The girl moaned “y..yes..please.. ooh..”  With that the nurse grinned, fingered herself and thrust her fingers into the girls mouth.  “There you go, slut!”

The other nurse  turned to her sister.  “We must be getting on with things sister, the masters want her cleaned up, I believe we should attend to such matters” “Yes of course dear, you get the rope, I’ll get the harness.  They left the room.

After what seemed like an hour (in reality no more than ten minutes) they returned.  They Started to thread the rope around her, around her breasts, squeezing them, formed a corset out of tight, intricate Japanese knot work.  They lifted her left leg, brought down her right arm, and bound her ankle to her wrist.  After attaching a chain to the centre of her back where the knot work  met they lowered her left arm, raised her right leg and bound them ankle to wrist.  They stepped back to admire their handiwork.  The girl was tightly bound, unable to move, dangling from a chain attached to what looked like a small crane on wheels, vibrators still in her driving her crazy.

“Sister, wheel her into the shower room!”

They pushed her along into the next room.

“Now sister, I believe that this dirty, dirty girl needs to be a clean, clean girl.  I think we should wash her.  Although,” she turned to stare directly into the girls eyes “she might not like this, probably make a lot of noise…”

“Sister, you are right, here, more toys from the toy box”  She handed her a ball gag and something to small to see.  “open your mouth like a good little slut” Ordered the nurse.  The girl, who was so far gone into subspace by now, opened immediately.  She was shocked back into reality by a severe pain in her (by now swollen due to tight rope) breasts.  She looked down at herself and moaned, they had attached nipple clamps, with chains like a leash running across the room to.. she moaned louder. a nurse, holding the other end.  That nurse grinned “good girl!” and tugged on the chain, making the girl sway, and scream, or try to.  All she could manage was a muffled whine due to the ball gag.

The nurse with the chains turned to her sister “The hose, if you would!” “ Certainly sister dear!” The nurse picked up a big hose, aimed and turned the nozzle.  The girl was hit by a painful blast of freezing cold water, and started to spin on her chain.  She started to whine and yelp as every time she started to spin, a turn on her nipple leads brought her back around.  The girl was in shock, adrenaline rushing through her, the pain in her nipples, the freezing constant blast of water, the ropes cutting into her skin, and those damn vibrators making her dribble.  The overall experience was too much for her, and she started to orgasm, hard.  All of a sudden the water stopped, but she was in too much of an altered state to notice.

“Sister, I believe we should dry the poor girl, and warm her up before putting her back to bed, the masters will not want their new toy to catch pneumonia”  “you’re right sister.. let us take her back to her room and attend to her”. 

They pushed the girl out of the room, into the embracing darkness of the corridor beyond.

She woke up still naked, back in her bed, in her cell, the next day.  She reflected on what had happened the previous day, and suppressed a thrill as it shot through her.  She’d never known anything like this.  She was still ashamed of they way she was acting with complete strangers, but part of her was turned on by it.  She thought back to the way she had felt, suspended in rope, and she slid a hand between her legs and started to finger herself.  Lost in the moment, she was shocked when the door to her cell suddenly opened.

Standing in the doorway was the cruel looking woman from the day before, looking at her with a cruel expression of disdain on face.

“Ugh.  You filthy whore, can’t leave you alone for two minutes.  Today, you will have the honour of serving me, so you had better behave yourself now, stand up and face me!”

The girl jumped to her feet and looked at the woman, noting how the light reflected off her corset. Suddenly, pain! The woman had slapped her hard in the face. “look straight ahead when I’m talking to you, never ever look at me,  You will address me as Mistress Talia.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”  *slap* “MISTRESS WHAT?!?!” “Mistress Talia…” “Good. Now, get down on your kneed and put your hands behind your back, you disgusting whore”.

The girl lowered herself to her knees, noting her pussy was already starting to moisten “oh god I’m such a slut” she thought. Once on her knees she did as she was told, and was face to face with the woman’s crotch.  The woman spoke “Close your eyes and don’t you DARE open them” she did as she was told, and jumped slightly and she felt something cool and metallic slip around her neck and click into place.  “open your eyes” came the woman’s voice.  She had placed a collar and lead on her.  She looked up at the woman questioningly, only realizing her mistake in the last seconds.

*Slap*

“Bad girl!  You are pathetic. I come into your room and find you fingering yourself like an animal in heat, you can’t take direction, you are little more than an animal! Still.. animals can be trained.  This is handy as today, and from now on until I say otherwise that’s what you are and that’s how you’ll be treated.  Do you understand?”

She looked down at the kneeling girl, a predatory smirk on her face.  The girl looked straight ahead “Yes Mistress Talia”.

The woman smiled a cruel, chilling smile. “Good.. you’re learning.  Hope for you yet.. now.. on your hands and knees slut.  Walkies! “

Pulling her on the lead, she walked the girl out into the cool, dark corridor.  She walked her to a door with a picture of a dog on it.  The door opened and the girl blinked in the sudden light, the woman walking into the room, pulling her in with her lead.  From the side of the doorway the woman picked up what looked like a cane.

Holding one end of the cane she pushed the other end into the girls spine, and the girl collapsed in shock, she had been electrocuted!

“That’s right slut. You misbehave you get the naughty stick.  From now on, like a good little bitch, you will only communicate by barking.  Bark for once for yes, twice for no.  Do you understand?”

The girl stared at the floor “woof!”

“Good girl.  Now.. basic training first.  Look around you.”

The girl looked around at the room she was in, and did a double take.  The room (which was huge) was laid out exactly like the assault courses she’d seen on those dog training programmes on TV.  The chicane of cones, the teeter totter, balance hazards etc.  She swallowed hard.  The woman spoke “Now, first things first, you are going to learn to walk like a good doggy.  Stay by my heel at all times” She pushed the switch and the cattle prod sparked, reminding her of the penalty for failure.  Mistress Talia walked the length of the room, her heels click clacking on the polished wooden floor.  The girl concentrated on staying in the right position, and was relieved when it was over, her knees beginning to hurt, even more relived she hadn’t been shocked.

“Now” said mistress Talia “you are going to learn to fetch, do you understand?”  The girl stared at the floor and nodded “woof!”   “Goooood girl.  Now, you may look at me.  This is your toy.”  She held up a large, fluorescent pink dildo, ridged  with a ring through its base, and wobbled it about.  Now, I am going to throw this and you are going to fetch it.  Do you understand? “ “woof!”

She threw the dildo, and it landed in the corner of the room.  The girl hobbled across, on her hands and knees, and was about to pick up the toy when her mistress called out “NO HANDS! Do it properly or *bzzzzzt*”  The girl whined to herself, and flicked the toy about on the floor trying to pick it up with her mouth.  The only way she could manage it was to suck it, like she was sliding a hard cock deep into her mouth.  She felt herself blushing, and her juices flowing from between her legs.  She carried it back to her waiting mistress. Talia stared down at her that cruel smile flickering around her face.

“I think doggy is enjoying this, isn’t she?  Turn around…” the girl turned around and let out an involuntary moan as she felt the dildo being pushed in and out of her pussy.  The humiliation of being treated like an animal was turning her on, and the way that woman was working her soaking pussy made her cum, hard.  She tried not to moan as it was pulled out.  Talia looked down at her “did doggy enjoy that?” “WOOF!”  “does doggy want a reward?” “Woof!” Good.  Then doggy should get to the starting position on the assault course.  Talia walked over to the starting line. “Heel!”  The girl pawed over. A whistle sounded and Talia shouted at her to “GO!”.  She plodded forward as fast as she could towards the chicane, wandering in and out of the cones.

Next she approached a cloth tunnel which she had to pull herself through.  Only once she was in did she realise the inside of the tunnel was coated in some sort of lube, and the walls were tight against her.  She slid out, all sticky, and moved to the next hazard.  This was a teeter totter.  She gingerly clambered along it, holding on for dear life not to fall off when the balance tipped, ever fearful of Talia at her side with the cattle prod.  The next hazard was a narrow bridge, which extended over an extremely shallow pit of thick, sticky, foul smelling gunk. She stopped, and whined, only to receive an electric shock.  “Up you go! NOW! *Bzzzt*”  She tried not to panic as she inched her way across the narrow bridge. She was halfway across when she started to feel confident, and of  course, fell off and landed *splat* in the thick sticky goo.  Talia stood by the side “Get on with it you haven’t finished yet! MOVE!” she crackled her prod which spurred the girl on.  Wearily she approached the final hurdle.  A Very low, long, tube shaped tunnel.  She crawled in and was shocked when she put her hands down.  The floor was not floor, it was a naked warm body.  It was too dark to see anything but she could feel it, it was a woman by the feel of it, oiled up.  Because of the height of the tunnel she had to pull herself along, grabbing hold of warm yielding flesh, pulling herself across oiled bodies to get to the end.  At the far end she pulled herself out and crawled to a line painted near a wall with FINSIH on it.  Talia approached her.

“Well, that was adequate.  You’re not the fastest I’ve had but your not the slowest.  Now, for that reward I mentioned.  Does doggy want a reward? “ The girl nodded “woof”.  Good.  Talia clicked her fingers and a series of groin height holes opened up along the wall. “From time to time I find it useful to reward my little sub boys.  It keeps them from acting up”.  With that, through each of the ten holes, a large throbbing cock appeared.  “Doggy, your reward is…Suck each one of those cocks until they cum, and no spitting.  You must swallow! Do you understand?” “The girl stammered “y..woof” “Get to it!”  The girl walked towards the first throbbing cock, gently took hold of it and started to lick around the edge of the tip.  Slowly, she licked the length, before taking it whole in her mouth.  She started to suck, running her tounge around the throbbing length whilst masturbating the unknown man with her hands.  She was amazed at how turned on she was but by now not caring.  It wasn’t long before he shot his load into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed it.

She worked her way down the line, swallowing load after load, getting more aroused as she went until the last one had emptied into her mouth.  She knelt there, glowing in the state of her own arousal.  Talia approached her.

“Now.  Two things. One: By now you must really want to cum.  Put your arms behind your back.”  She did as she was told, and felt her wrists being cuffed.  “I know you want to cum, this is denied to you.  Two: I told you that those were my sub boys.  They aren’t.  I lied.  They are in fact people from your every day life.”  The girl felt her world collapsing in on itself in a firey engulfing ball of shame.  “Also, they have been watching you since the moment you entered this room, and now they get to go home, and who knows, maybe tell others what a dirty, whorish  little slut you are.  However they seemed to like it.  And one of them, I am allowed to tell you, was your master.  He asked me to pass on a message to you:  You will never know which one of the men (when your in this kind of situation) is him, therefore, better to please each one like its him, than risk upsetting him by accident. Clear?”

The girl nodded numbly, humiliated, yet aroused in equal measure.  Talia Pushed an intercom button in the wall “I’m done with her.. Take her away”.

She woke up back in her room, a burning sense of humiliation running through her.  She had to admit, a part of her (a large part, and it was getting larger) was enjoying the ritual humiliation and degradation.  She blushed furiously as she felt herself start to moisten thinking about people she knew watching her.  She tried to think about something else, anything else, but it didn’t help.  She was startled in her thoughts when the door opened, and in walked… her master!

He stood there looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face, the faint trace of a smile flickering across his mouth.  “Oooh you are a Dirty girl! A bad Dirty girl.  What are you?”  She was overjoyed to see him, a huge grin on her face “I’m a bad, dirty girl master! A very dirty girl!”.

He looked at her, a wolfish grin on his face.  “Yes.. and later, you are going to show me exactly how dirty you can be.  Whether you like it or not.  You want to please me don’t you?” She looked at  him, every fibre of her being resonating with the same answer “YES!”.  “Good.. oh.. and you’ll need these afterwards”.  He threw a packet of breath mints on her bed, she was nonplussed.  “Be seeing you.. even when you don’t see me…”  He left, locking the door behind him.  She stood there looking at the mints and thing “what the hell?”.

Five minutes later the door opened again and a girl walked in, wearing a rubber fetish maids uniform, complete with rubber gimp mask, and ball gag.  The maid handed her a note, it read:

“Tonight, my friend Talia is holding a dinner party for some guests.  As I know you are such a good servant I have told her that you would be more than happy to offer your services, and see to their every desire. Follow this young lady to get your maid’s uniform,  and remember, I am always watching, don’t let me down.  Love and kisses, MASTER”.

She looked at the maid, who indicated with her arm to follow, so she did.  They walked down the now familiar corridor, to a door marked with a picture of a feather duster.  The girl indicated that she should enter, and then followed behind her.  The room was very warm.  The floor was polished wood, and the walls likewise.  The source of the heat was an open roaring fireplace above which hung an ornate, brass framed mirror. 

“You there, Girl, stay where you are and put both hands in the air!” came a voice from behind her.  She did as she was told, and the gagged maid bound her wrists together and attached them to a ceiling beam.  She was naked, and restrained, but she wasn’t uncomfortable, she was starting to get used to this.  She felt cool metal cuffs placed around her ankles, and gasped as she felt her legs being opened, pulled apart by chains attached to her ankles.

She heard a click clacking as someone approached from behind, and turned to stand in front of her.  The woman was tall, with large breasts.  Her entire body was encased in a bright purple, skin tight latex outfit, her nipples straining against the fabric.  Her feet were clad in red, rubber though high boots with long sharp pointed heels.  She wore bright shiny red lipstick, with gold mascara.  Her hair was massive, voluminous and bright ginger, and the look in her eyes made the restrained girl excited yet fearful.  The woman stared at her for a long time without saying anything, drinking in the girls nakedness and clearly enjoying what she saw.  She looked at her.  “So, you are to be the new maid for tonight’s…festivities?”  The girl nodded.  “Excellent.  However, I need to test you to see how good you are for you see, Talia’s parties can be…demanding.  Mentally more than physically, in some respects.  Do you think you can handle it?  Are you up to the challenge!?!”  She had a mad grin on her face, the girl smiled and nodded.  “I am!”  “Good”.

The woman clicked her fingers, and a maid brought over a large leather flogger. “Now.. I want you to count the strokes as I flog you, and if you make a mistake, we’ll start over”.  She walked behind the girl, and nothing happened.  The girl tried to look behind her but she couldn’t see anything.  All of a sudden pain flared through her back. “Aaargh!”  “NO! Bad girl! COUNT!” *smack* “one!” *smack” “two..ooh ow…” *smack* “three! Uuh”.  The mysterious torturer continued, all the way up to twenty, having to start over several times.  By the time she was done the girls back was red raw and throwing off intense heat. The girls head was lolling, she was panting for breath.  The red headed Domme stood in front of her and looked at her, a wild grin on her face!  “Did you enjoy that my dear?  Lets see.”  She slid a purple, latex finger between the girls legs and exclaimed “Ooooooh! You’re soaking!” she pulled her finger out and thrust it into the girls mouth.  The girl eagerly sucked her own juices off the woman’s finger.

“Now, it is time for you to recite the servants oath.  In order to focus your mind on how serious this is, I have arranged this experience in order to make sure you never forget”.  She clicked her fingers and the maid bright forward a lit candle.  “now, you are going to recite the oath, after me, whilst maid here focuses your mind”.  The maid placed the candle on the floor directly between the girls legs.  She yelped in pain as she felt the heat from the flame drifting up and twitching her vagina. “Nngh!”  The Dome grinned.  “Now repeat after me…”  she reeled off a speech, and the girl tried to focus on the words and get them right as the heat between her legs drove her to distraction.

“I am a filthy slut, a dirty, dirty whore. I will do anything, with anything, to anyone.  I love to suck cock and eat pussy.  I love to chock on hard cock and swallow cum by the bucketful. My pussy is available for the fucking, my rectum ripe for the pounding.  As a maid, I realise that I will be called upon to see to the needs of my guests, be it bringing them drinks or fucking them like the whore I am. I will swallow their cum, drink their piss, eat their shit, and more, because it is expected of me. I will not let my master down.  I will not let his friends down.  I will strive to give good service!”

She finished, and relaxed as the candle was taken away.  The Domme looked at her and smiled “See, that was quite intense wasn’t it? You’ve worked up quite a sweat.” 

Between the heat from the fire, the flogging, and the candle flame, not to mention the embarrassment at having to say such dirty things, her entire naked body was dripping with sweat.  It ran down her warm, glowing flesh, dripped down the crack of her bum cheeks and collected on the floor.  The Domme clicked her fingers and the girl felt her arms being lifted, forcing her to stand on tiptoes.  “You did well today girl!” The woman turned indicating the mirror, “Your master is pleased.  You’ve earned a reward”.  Eight fetish maids, all in rubber uniforms crept forwards, all dressed identical to the first one, only without the ball gags.   Some got onto their knees, some remained standing, all crowded around the girl.  She wondered what they were going to do when a wave of pleasure swept through her.  One of them was eating her pussy.  She trembled as the maid sucked on her clitoris, working her vagina with her gloved hands.  She moaned as she felt her ass cheeks being spread and a warm wet tongue sliding up her anus.  Three of them started to lick her all over, her stomach, her back, her toes. Two went to work on her nipples, and the last grabbed her by the head and kissed her hard on the mouth, sliding her tongue into the girls mouth.  The girl felt herself tense as wave after wave of powerful orgasm swept through her.

The Domme clicked her fingers and the maids left the room leaving the girl hanging, weak kneed. The Domme stared at her.

“You’ll do.”

THE END