Sarah under Control

Sarah woke feeling refreshed on Saturday morning. She had slept on her side, so her new ink and piercings were rested. She had woken twice, and both times stroked her nipples lovingly. Marvelling at the new pimpliness of her increasingly swollen cookies and the way the 3inch gold bars so savagely impaled the width of her aureolae . As she stood in the bathroom, washing and waiting for Pete to go to golf, she felt tempted to use the full-length mirror and see what Ceebert had drawn in her shin, but she was forbidden, and was becoming more suggestible daily, so she never realistically considered it. She did run her hands over the parts of it she could reach, and was struck by the sheer size of it, and by how quickly the outline had healed. The lines were already dry and not sore to touch, where as the one on her left shoulder was still very sore. As she shook her dreads free, she again reflected on how much time they saved her each morning, as did only having to pee.

She heard Pete leave, and after making golf clubs in trunk noises, he drove off. She gratefully went naked to her dressing room and studied her large range of blouses. She chose a cream silk designer number that buttoned all the way to the neck and had full sleeves. It was so light and flimsy, that the whole curve of her breast, including the puffy pimply cookies that used to be her dead aureolae , and her heavy gauge gold jewellery  were unmissable unless you were blind, Her teats stood out like thimbles, pushing the silk far enough out from her breast that the barbells through the bass of the teat did not show in outline-but the gold glint could be seen in the right light. She couldn’t see her tattoos, but she had laid the silk cloth over a magazine and hadn’t been able to read it through the cloth, but not by much! She chose baby pink French panties (they seemed to like her in baby pink) with matching heels, and a pink pencil skirt that made her take short steps-perfect for savouring the vibrations she had been promised for her journey.

She took breakfast, noting how clear her head felt considering all the drugs she was on. She felt really good about herself, her transformation, and the decision she had made that she was to inform Winston of later this morning. Smiling, she picked up her purse, took out her cellphone, and typed SLUT into the SMS screen, keyed in the number she had been given, and almost moaned out loud as the SIM card that she didn’t realise dwelt in the base of her black companion brought it to life.

As the summer morning sun beat down on her, Sarah felt the warmth on her silk blouse, and thanked providence that her breasts had stood the test of time, as her firm bosom swayed slightly under the fabric. Her nipples now truly did stop traffic. Drivers and pedestrians alike didn’t even try to conceal their stares as they ogled the thimbles that were her teats, drooled at the pimpled swollen mounds that surrounded them and gasped at the gold that so obviously skewered them as it twinkled under the cloth, the sunlight just bright enough to make that happen. She had heard celebs with cute boobs like Jennifer Aniston be accused of blackberry smuggling by the paparazzi when they went braless and wowed the crowds. She could be accused this morning of smuggling mini pizzas with extra everything, and boy did she love it. She even started swaying her hips under the tight skirt, not just because she was a tease, but because it made the buzzing better. A few years ago she had wished she had gorgeous pert nipples like Aniston- now she did, and better….and more to come!

By the time she reached the tattoo shop, she was feeling positively horny, and no drugs yet. Perhaps they were right, she was a slut-right now, she rather hoped so.

Beaming at Ceebert’s staff as she went past the shop and up the stairs, but frowning slightly as the buzzing stopped, she walked through to the cleansing room with news for Winston.

Four masters awaited her there, and from the looks on their faces, she had the distinct impression that she was at a bar-b-q and she was the meat.

“ Sarah, you look divine- how was your walk this morning?”

“Thank you Master. It was wonderful-everyone looked at me, and I loved it-was that wrong?”

“ No Sarah, anyone can look at our slut-we want them to. We encourage it. Anyone can look, but only your black Masters, or their agents, can touch. That’s the way it is now, and forever”.

“This slut is honoured, and thank-you Master”, she blushed.

“The only exception to that is the wimp, sadly-but he is your husband, and we want your other life to continue after a fashion-the contrast is good for you”.

“ I wanted to talk to you about that, Master, if I may” replied a suddenly timid Sarah.

“Sure-tell me about it while I inject you-undress and present breasts ”

She quickly disrobed.

Resting her globes in the cups, Winston buckled up the back strap, and asked her to talk away as he filled her syringes.

“Well- last night Pete tried to get me to blow him again, and he was drunk . it was horrible, and a waste of time. Then he said it was my fault, and told me he expected sex as soon as my period ends, and said I wasn’t sexy any more. I still love him as my husband, and will stay with him as long as it works, but I really don’t want to have any form of sex with him any more- he revolts me physically”

Winston paused and smiled- although he had predicted this after meeting the asshole, this was also ahead of schedule.

“What exactly are you saying Sarah…choose your words carefully?” he inquired

“ Please close my cunt to cock Master” she whispered.

“ Of course Sarah, a wise decision, as black men only use white ass, and  you have no need any more for white ones. We won’t actually close you until we officially out you to the wimp-that is only a few days away now, such is your progress, but Ceebert can do most of the work in advance. He will be delighted!”

She felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders, and relaxed as she watched him fill her syringes. Her nipples throbbed like baby birds awaiting worms.

Winston filled the first syringe with Complyormone. This was indispensable-he was amazed at how effective it had been, and often wondered how quickly she would have capitulated without it. It was the others that needed thought. He decided to ease back on the Pethadene-she didn’t really need any relaxation or feel-good help any more. He made up the defecit in the syringe with extra Viagra. She was so turned on by her new abilities he doubted she needed any at all, but they all had more fun when she was on a hair trigger all the time, so he indulged himself. He filled a third breast syringe with antibiotics, which he thought she should have for a week, as her piercings would go under stretch as soon as clean enough, and many more were planned-also her tattoos could get infected, so it made sense. Also in the third syringe, he added a standard hormone treatment that would stop her having periods- handy when your cunt was locked shut. For her two nipple syringes, he stuck with nettle/ant for teats and nettle/wasp for aureolae, as the pimpling effect was exceptional. He resisted the urge to go up to nettle/hornet. He would save the extra pain that would bring for when her nipple stretchers were on.

Placing the 5 syringes in a kidney dish, he approached the expectant Sarah, and decided to put his theory to the test.  He picked up the first one, and as he approached her nipple, he said “ Complyormone first”, and quickly pushed the needle through her pink cookie into the breastmeat behind, and depressed the plunger. He watched her eyes-they went dreamy-he knew it. He injected the Viagra and Pethadene into the other, announcing it as just Pethadene. Then he picked up the third, onto which he had placed a thicker than usual needle. He told her this one was a pre-emptive antibiotic, and then put the syringe down, saying “ on second thoughts, that doesn’t need to act fast- we’ll put that in some juice for you later”

The dreamy look in Sarah’s eyes as she anticipated the jab cleared, and she said much too quickly “ Oh, no Master, best be sure and do it now?”

“ OK Sarah, if you insist- which breast would you like it in?”

Thinking quickly, she replied “ half in each may be wise, Master?”

Cunning little slut, he thought-she actually wants to draw it out.

“as you wish Sarah- but I will put the needle in, and you press the plunger”.

She looked shocked, but didn’t argue, and he placed the extra fat needle right on the tip of her teat, and pushed it down through the super sensitive, thimble like nub, then through the cookie behind, taking care to avoid the barbell at the base, and then in the titmeat up to the hilt-fully 2 inches was in her. She screamed in shock, and the took two deep breaths and licked her lips, reached forward and pushed the plunger half way home with her slender fingers, moaning in pleasure as the liquid went in. he was right-she was a needleslut, and a big one at that. She produced a similar reaction to the second half in the other side. As he did her teats first and then her cookies with the venom, he said  “ needles excite you don’t they, Sarah?”

She gulped and nodded vigorously as the wasp sting flooded her nipples with pain full throbbing that the implanted suggestions in her brain converted to pleasure, and she sobbed in a mini orgasm in her ass pussy as it clutched the plug.

Winston cleaned her piercings while she calmed down, deciding that the big barbells needed a little more time before being put under load-maybe Monday?

He unbuckled her, and sent her to Leroy for cleansing. Leroy didn’t bother strapping her onto the table this time-there seemed little point. He popped her plug out, and put it aside for charging and cleaning, and then he started the first of the 3 enemas. Bizarrely, even without the headset and the rest, Sarah still found the same suggestions coursing through her brain as she was cleaned, and her ass-pussy and nipples, who had now decided again to enjoy the burning pain responded just as favourably. The power of drug-induced suggestion had surprised them all.

As the third enema was hooked up, Winston told her that they were going for the first time to do the full 4 litre douche-it would hurt, but he would thank her later this morning, he insisted.

He was right-the cramps as the final litre went in really were major, but Winston’s massaging of her stomach helped, and she whimpered her way through the last litre gratefully.

Cleansed even deeper than ever, Winston gestured to the stirrups, and she remembered she was due punishment for her incorrect attire. As he strapped her in, with no butt-plug for comfort, Winston told Sarah he wanted to talk him through the 20 strokes, and as she pulled her labia apart and the first stroke landed really hard, she cried out in apology for her error, and as the strokes continued she apologise for being a slut and not realising it, and for having a cunt that was still technically available for cock, and as the twentieth stroke landed, she asked through her profound sobs for 10 more simply for having a cunt at all.

By the thirtieth stroke she was delirious, but her nipples danced on her chest, and her anus pouted and clutched, desperately seeking something to squeeze. It would not have to wait long.

They let her take five to compose herself, as Winston, Leroy, Ceebert and Zach all stripped off ready for the morning’s main event.

Eventually Winston helped Sarah to her feet, and led her to the treatment room.

“Now the highlight of the day, my little dreadlocked slut. You will have wondered why all 4 of us are here?...well, it’s very simple….your ass and throat need gang-fucking to continue your progress. You still aren’t ready for my size, but the other 3 Masters have all enjoyed your charms in one way or another, so it should be fun. You will be spit-roasted for the next hour or so- each master will enjoy your throat and anus. Now you have a decision to make. Hop upon the dentist’s chair while I quickly inject your throat and jaw hinges (yes, her eyes glazed again when he said inject-he knew it). You must decide where to receive your Master’s cum. You have been taught that it belongs in your stomach, but you have also been taught to achieve pleasure from the feeling of it splashing the walls of your divine colon. Each master will only cum once today-decide while I inject you Sarah”

Her head swirled as she ran the puzzle through her head, trying to concentrate despite the throbs of pleasure that the injection process were causing. As Winston returned the chair to upright, she had made her decision.

”Master, both my orifices are yours to command. Your divine cum belongs in both and a mere slut cannot make that decision, since she wants it in both, which cannot be.  This slut will gratefully accept your gifts in whatever hole you choose.”

Impressed, Winston said “ Honesty is sometimes a good thing Sarah- you will soon see why that was a wise answer.”

He scooped the compliant slut up in his arms, and carried her to the articulated table to be spit-roasted.

They knelt her down- sluts only ever take cock in their ass-pussy like a dog, never on their back, they explained- and Winston slipped two greasy fingers into her anus as he rubbed KY into her sphincter. Ceebert decided he wanted her ass first, which Sarah smiled at, as she had developed genuine affection for his pierced cock and balls. Zach was first at her mouth, as she hurriedly applied the lipstick in advance of the onslaught. She braced herself, and simultaneously the cock at her anus parted her sphincter, as the Prince Albert was greedily swallowed into her rectum, and the magnificent piece of meat at her head parted her ruby lips on it’s way to her gullet.

She tried to remember all her training, and tried to imagine what the headset would say to her. She remembered to swallow as the cock hit her gullet, and remembered to wriggle her tattooed ass as the pierced cock in her rectum requested urgent access to her colon. Before she knew it, Ceebert was up to his pubes in her lovely ass-pussy, running his hands over the healing outline of his masterpiece as he prepared to plunder her colon mercilessly, and Zach was so deep in her throat his pubic hair was up her nose. As the explanation of the term “Spit-roast” dawned on her, Sarah moved her sweet ass seductively to try and tell the cock she was grateful for it stretching her bowel open, and her tongue worked feverishly on the underside of the balls before it as she adjusted the attitude of her neck so she could take enough air in around her tongue to make taking the magnificent engine out of her throat in order to breathe less urgent. As the heat in her intestines built up, wave after wave of the strongest spasms she had experienced to date overcame her and bells and lights rang and flashed in her head as her orgasm built. Just as she thought her sensation capacity was maxed out, the sensory neurones in her clitoris started transmitting, taking her totally by surprise. After all those years of trying to come through cunt penetration and clumsy clitoral massage, she had long since decided there was something wrong with her clitoris, and that it was dead, like her nipples, but now as it raised it’s tiny head and spoke, she realised that there had never been anything wrong with it, but unlike other girls, the switch to her clit lay deep in her ass and nipples.. Her colon squeezed Ceeberts cockhead and milked it like a maid does a cow’s teat, whilst her throat performed the kind of contractions on Zach’s shaft that made him dizzy, and for the first time ever during sex her cunt moistened at the instructions she was receiving from her clit. She was so grateful when Winston seized her teats and started massaging the sting into them that she opened her mouth still further to scream, causing Zach’s cock to slip a tiny bit further into the tunnel that used to be her virgin throat. Unable to express herself in any other way, she flapped about like a fish as contractions she couldn’t control washed through her tattooed body. All this was too much for Ceebert, who pumped his seed in a series of powerful squirts that coated her bowel wall. She felt every one, and went completely over the edge, pissing once again all over the orgasming Ceebert, and partially losing consciousness, which resulted in contractions in her throat that sent Zach so close to the edge that he had to withdraw, as his cum too was destined for her slut ass. He very reluctantly pulled out, to be eagerly replaced by an already erect Leroy, who popped his apple sized helmet into her lovely mouth. As Ceebert went slack, and pulled out of her anus, Zach replaced him and drove his cock straight into her asshole, taking only three strokes before his engine ploughed round the bend of her battered colon into her rectum. So excited was he that after a few dozen strokes, he too flooded her bowels with his scalding cum, causing more waves of pleasure for the semi conscious Sarah, who again felt every splash on the delicate membrane that lined her new love tunnel. So crazy was she going with the spasms that wracked her pale body that Leroy abandoned his enjoyment of her tongue around his helmet, and pushed down past her gullet into the heaven that was her throat, now so wantonly open that he barely noticed the transition from one to the other. Tears streamed down her face as her oesophagus was plundered by the panting Leroy, and her slut colon squeezed Zach’s contracting cock with a “don’t leave me” kind of urgency. Leroy felt his sperm begin to boil, and with a nod to the waiting Ceebert, he very reluctantly withdrew from her face, to a moan of loss from the spasming slut, and rushed to her tattooed ass, where he quickly replaced the flagging Zach, driving himself into her now wantonly slack colon in one push, causing a scream from Sarah, who’s momentarily empty mouth was quickly filled with a rejuvenated Ceebert, who’s pierced helmet she received with a grateful sob.

As Ceebert travelled deep into her stretched throat, Leroy grabbed both of her tattooed ass-cheeks and did a passable impression of a man trying to make his cock appear out of her mouth, as her drove as hard as he could into her willing body. Winston worked his magic on her super sensitive and engorged teats, as Sarah finally went over the edge. She banged her little fists on the table and tried to scream at the top of her voice, which gave Ceebert another delightful throat squeeze for his cock to enjoy. As Leroy’s seed hosed her insides, and Sarah felt it annoint her canal, she gave one almighty shudder and as Winston gave her teats a hard squeeze, she passed out completely. Leroy waited for his cock to go slack, and his cool, to return and then very carefully withdrew, and then picked a plug up from the table at the side and popped it into her gaping, battered asshole. This was not her training plug though, this was a simple plug with a hole in the middle with a valve on it, despite being two inches across, the plug popped in with no resistance whatsoever, in fact Leroy fancied it would have gone in sideways.

Ceebert pulled out of the still unconscious Sarah’s throat, and almost lovingly stroked her swan-like neck in appreciation.

They all looked on in awe at the lifeless figure. She was awesome. What started off as a challenge to make her a black cock slut had now become a broader challenge, as they set out to find out how far they could make her plumb the depths of depravity and still enjoy it? The journey was younger than she yet knew.

As spluttered back to life, she kept mouthing thanks and endearment to her masters, who had shown her sensations she had never even dreamed of. “Thank-you for choosing my colon to deposit your collective seed” she said softly to Winston, smiling affectionately at him as she said it”.

“ We didn’t, slut, we compromised” he replied, as you will see. “Are you strong enough to sit up yet?”

“Yes Master”, she simpered, and got to her feet.

“That’s very good Sarah-now can you kneel on the floor for me?”

She did, and Ceebert attached a plastic pipe to the plug in her ass, and offered the other end to her lips. They automatically opened, and he popped the pipe into her lovely mouth.

“ Do you love your Master’s seed, slut?” he asked.

“ Oh my god yes!”, sobbed the intoxicated Sarah, and as Winston nodded to Leroy, who opened the valve on the plug.

“Then suck deeply and receive it for the second time, my black cock whore” he encouraged, and he massaged her fabulous nipples as the other two stroked her tattooed shoulder and back and her eyes rolled as she emptied her anus of close on half a pint of sperm through the straw as her eyes rolled and her spasms took her to another place as the juice trickled comfortingly down her throat to settle where it belonged.

Even when the loud gurgling noises told all in the room that she had drained her ass-pussy completely, Sarah continued sucking as hard as she could, convinced that if she persisted she would be rewarded with more nectar. Eventually, Winston gently took the pipe from her, soothingly telling her that she was empty and had done well.

As she returned slowly to reality, he said “ Cum belongs in your stomach Sarah, but it is vital that you feel it arrive in your ass-pussy. This way would appear to solve that problem, and I feel we need to ensure that a drain-plug and pipe are never far away? Ceebert is going to get ready to give you your next tattoo, and while he does, I need you in the cleansing room for a half hour or so- I have a present for you”

With that, Leroy popped the drain-plug from her anus, and eased the number 3 butt-plug back where it belonged, fully charged for the evening.

A still dazed Sarah allowed Winston to lead her like a sheep to the cleansing room, where he guided her to a steel floor tray in the corner, which she had assumed was a shower with no curtains- it had a hose mounted on the wall and a valve.

“Kneel on the tray facing me, Sarah” commanded Winston, and she obeyed instantly with a “yes Master”

Reaching into a box on the floor, he pulled out what appeared to be a steel wall-urinal, but with a neck sized hole in the splashback, which was more curved than on a regular urinal, and had straps around the hole. Holding it up to show her, she noticed that the bowl had a waste in the bottom, but with a valve on it, and engraved boldly around the steel rim that formed the lip of the bowl was the word “SARAH”

“See how we think of you, little slut”, he teased, and offered the hole in the bowl to her head, which see inclined respectfully to allow him to slip it round and buckle it firmly into place. He stepped back to admire the sight- a pretty, dreadlocked, white human urinal looked obediently back at him.

He explained  “ You already know you are expected to swallow anything that we present to you. This will be an important part of that directive, and you will wear this bowl frequently. As this is all very new to you, I will allow you today to come to terms with the task that awaits you. Normally, when strapped into the bowl you will be expected to open your mouth and not close it until you are released from it. You will receive all the piss that your Masters see fit to aim at you directly into your mouth, and any that you fail to swallow will collect in the bowl, be drained into a glass before you are released, and be drunk that way. However, today I want you to understand how a Master pisses- what it looks, feels and tastes like. Swallow as much as you are comfortable with- you will not be required to drink the rest. One other thing, Sarah- never, ever close your eyes when a master is urinating at your face - it is disrespectful. Do you understand?”

Even in her aroused and suggestive state, this was a lot to take in. The idea of piss was not even faintly erotic to her even now, but she new better than to argue, and with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, she said “Yes Master, I will do my best”

“I know you will, Sarah” he smiled. “Now hold my black cock as I start to piss- want you to feel the flow-aim it at the top of your head so that your hair is anointed”

She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers as far as they would go around his flaccid monster, and waited. She felt his muscles tense, and saw his cock-eye open, as a torrent of pale yellow fluid hit her forehead with a blast. She aimed it around her hair, and felt it’s warmth soak into her scalp. It was like the world’s most humiliating shampoo, as Winston took over the aiming, and carefully bathed her whole face, drawing his golden stream across her cheeks, ears, nose and chin, before guiding the still high powered hose into her obediently waiting mouth. Sarah , who had been taking her shower like a trooper until now, gagged as the first mouthful arrived, hating the acrid taste and smell ,and the speed at which in arrived, and releasing it into the bowl. She managed to swallow a little of the second mouthful, managing not to retch in back up, and as her mouth filled for the third time Winston stopped his flow. “Take your time with this one Sarah-try and swallow it all” She decided that a gulp was best-less taste that way, and went for the big swallow, but coughed halfway through, and fired most of it back down her chin into the bowl. She opened her slut mouth again, and Winston renewed the stream into it. Again he stopped, and urged her to try again.

This time she allowed a little into her throat at a time, and found she was able to drink the mouthful that way, but she had to concentrate to keep it down. He gave her another mouthful, this time with a greatly reduced stream, and again she got it all down, slightly easier this time as she became used to the taste. He dribbled a last mouthful into her as his bladder was finally exhausted, and she slowly swallowed it without too much effort, as she realised it wasn’t exactly toxic, and it was from her Master’s body, so it did belong there. As Winston fetched a jug, and opened the valve on the drain to empty the bowl, he said “ I think you got less than half, but I am still impressed. Well done Sarah- did you enjoy my piss?”

Thinking of ways to paraphrase No, she replied “ It will take some getting used to, Master, but thank-you for allowing me the gift of your piss anyhow, and thank-you also for my present” Winston seemed happy with that, and surprisingly her nipples and ass-pussy both gave a twitch as she realised that her submissiveness had excited her. She also wondered fleetingly if she managed not to vomit the first swallow back up because she didn’t want to lose the precious cum in her tummy that she so treasured.

Winston unbuckled the urinal, and said to Sarah “ shower yourself, and wash your urinal at the same time. Then dry off and go to Ceebert’s room for your tattoo. I will see you later. Oh-I nearly forgot. A friend of mine will be calling in sometime tomorrow morning with a present for you that I asked him to get. His name is Teddy, and he owns a farm on the south road out of town. He is an important man, and he wears the ring, so respect please. You also may find him surprisingly familiar?” He handed her a towel, and left her to shower.

She felt the warm water flow over her body and reflected on her day. She had been the centre of attention on her walk in, been injected a lot, had experienced orgasms like she never thought possible, been spit roasted, her Masters were pleased with her, and her tummy was full of the cum she already practically craved. So what if she had had to swallow some unpleasant urine- and really this shower felt exactly the same as the piss one she had received earlier, and she was enjoying it now…

After she had patted herself dry (recent tattoos and piercings meant a good rub down was impractical), she walked dreamily through to Ceebert’s room, where he gestured to the articulated table. She laid down on her tummy, resting her breasts on the table carefully, and getting her dreadlocked head comfy on the headroll.

“Well, my pretty little slut” began Ceebert “ your back is already starting to come to life-the centrepiece is healing well, and will take some colour on Monday. The one on your left shoulder is also looking good, and should be fully healed in a week. Now to give your right shoulder one to match”.

She settled in and relaxed-she trusted Ceebert now, and as his outline gun bit into her pale shoulder, she smiled, both because the vibrations had started gently in the background, and because the tattoo gun turned her on.

Ceebert used his great portrait skill again over the next two hours to create another striking image of the slut that was so accurate it even captured her beauty. The portrait showed her lovely head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed with pleasure, as her magnificent chest, complete with six piercings, puffed up pimply cookies, and swollen teats were impaled four times by syringes, Two were being held by disembodied black hands, the other two were in Sarah’s hands, and all four plungers were being pressed, as witnessed by the tension etched into the fingers that pressed on them. As on her left shoulder, the slut’s lips, which were wide apart in what looked like an orgasmic moan, were beautifully crimson, but unlike its counterpart across her spine, the hair was not golden shoulder length curls, but beaded dreadlocks.

As the image was completed, Winston inked the bold legend “Needleslut” under the exquisite portrait.

The image was so good , he nursed a semi hard-on as he wiped it clean with antiseptic. He decided that, to protect her lovely silk blouse, he would put a very light dressing on it, which she could remove in the shower when she got home. As he applied it, Sarah said huskily “ Thank-you Master Ceebert for continuing to modify by slut body”, and Ceebert realised that the huskiness in her voice was excitement. The legend he had just inked on her back was startlingly accurate.

Winston came in with her clothes, and she dressed quickly. They both could hardly conceal their admiration at how good her nipples looked under the silk-she really was sensational.

“There are no instructions for tonight other than to enjoy yourself and remember all you have learned, Sarah. Have a good evening and enjoy your meal. Ceebert has a lot of work to do preparing your cunt for closure (she gasped at those words as anus, nipples and, amazingly, clit all spasmed) Leave for here as soon as the wimp goes. Wear a flimsy top again like today, and text the number when you leave. We should be finished with you mid-afternoon. You did well today. Dismissed”

Bidding her Masters goodbye, the tattooed beauty enjoyed her walk home, with plenty of attention for her silk covered cookies at every street. If she had eyes in her back she would have seen that was attracting just as much attention, as men strained their eyes to try and make out what the coloured shapes were on the lovely girl’s back.

Reaching her home, she was relieved to see that she was first, and she let herself in happily. As she slipped out of her clothes, she stepped in the shower and went about the process of soaking the dressing from her back. It came away easily, and after she had patted herself dry, she applied baby lotion to the sore new ink, as she idly wondered what to wear tonight. She wanted to look gorgeous , to reflect the way she felt, but she daren’t show her cookies in front of Pete and their friends, and a revealing back was out too. She decided on a pale green silk cheongsam that she had. The silk would feel great against her modifications, but was to thick to show much outline, especially if she word a camisole. She decided on the pink one that she had worn on day 1, as it buttoned up the front, and looked and felt great. Matching French panties and pale green heels, and she would knock them dead.

He slipped into her sloppy clothes and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon, occasionally stroking her barbells thoughtfully, and feeling her anus clench ever so slightly.

Pete came in, and barely spoke-he was still up tight after last night’s row.

“Are we still out tonight with you in that mood?” she asked.

“Too late to cancel” came the terse reply, and the mood was set for the evening.

Finishing dressing to go out, she looked in the mirror-she looked hot. She had added two pendant gold earrings with pink stones to match her lingerie, and a delicate gold choker. As she did it up, she was very briefly reminded of Winston attaching something rather different around her neck a few hours earlier.

Pete looked longingly at her as she came downstairs, then remembered he was cross, and grumpily ushered her out to the car.

He drove in silence, until they turned in to the golf club, when he said “ let’s try and be civil for the night, if only for our guests? You look lovely, by the way”

“ I agree, and thanks” she replied, feeling briefly guilty for the decision she had made last night, but as it was now irreversible, she dealt with it quickly.

They walked into the bar together to meet their friends, and small talk began. Sarah used to love small talk, but somehow chat about TV and shopping and gossip just washed over her as she tried not to wish she was elsewhere, like above a tattoo shop maybe? They all said they liked her dreads though, which was one in the eye for Pete.

A steward came to show them to their table after a while, and as they walked through, he told Pete, George and Dan that they had a new waiter tonight from an agency, as the regular one had rung in sick, but he seemed to know his stuff. No problem, they said.

As they sat down, a largish and very handsome black man in a waiter’s uniform appeared brandishing menus. His bald head shone in the lights, and Sarah nearly gasped aloud as she recognised Winston’s cousin Louis, who saw her recognition, and place a tacit finger to his lips and winked.

As he passed the menus around, he asked what everyone would like to drink while they chose, and Sarah realised that she couldn’t speak to him directly. She could hardly call him Master in front of everyone, but could not, and did not wish to address him in any other way. She would have to avoid speaking to him altogether.

As the girls ordered Gin and tonics, and the boys all had fresh beers, Louis looked at Sarah and said “and for the lovely lady?” Pete shuffled uncomfortably at the large man flirting with his wife, and Sarah said “ You choose, honey-I can’t decide”

Before Pete could answer, Louis said “ how about a glass of white wine? -the chardonnay is good” She nodded in acquiescence, and flushed as he walked away.

“That was rude, Sarah” giggled Julie, Dan’s trophy airhead wife, who clearly thought she had blanked the waiter because he was black-if only she knew.

“ Sorry, I have a headache-please excuse me if I’m quiet” replied Sarah, and tried to become invisible. Pete raised his eyebrows in ridicule at the table in general, and welcomed the arrival of the tray Louis carried bearing his beer.

As he set down Sarah’s drink, he said “enjoy” and smirked. Now he had his beer, Pete didn’t even notice.

Sarah picked up her wine glass, and thought it was warm for chardonnay, although it looked clear and the correct shade of yellow with a hint of green, As she raised it to her lips and sipped, she had to stifle a gasp as the plug in her anus buzzed ever so gently, and the chardonnay tasted very much like the powerful jet Winston had so expertly hosed into her obediently waiting mouth earlier that day. She was drinking his cousin’s piss at a table full of her friends.

She kept a straight face, and swallowed the sip with no reaction.

“Nice?” asked Debs, Georges slightly more natural partner.

“Mmmm, lovely” lied Sarah. She did not relish the idea of spending the evening drinking piss, and decided to make that one last, as a familiar voice in her head told her about fluids and honour, and the buzzing in her ass-pussy started talking to her nipples.

They ordered their meals with Sarah very pointedly telling Pete what she wanted, which made him puff his chest with pride, as he thought she was rebuking the waiter’s flirting. She chose and, by proxy, ordered a shrimp cocktail with fresh mayo, and a cheese soufflé. The waiter nodded his approval at the choice, and went to the kitchen.

As the small talk dragged on, Sarah found that she had been sipping the piss-chardonnay absent-mindedly as she daydreamed about her transformation, and was quite astonished to see that her glass was empty. As Louis returned to replenish the boy’s beers yet again he asked if she would like a refill. She was about to order something else that could not be other than what it was ordered as, and the suggestibility that coursed through her veins told her that she should have what the waiter wanted her to have, as he was a Master, and she inclined her head in what passed as a rude yes to the other guests at the table, but spoke of pure submission to Louis.

As she sipped her second glass of piss thoughtfully, she felt a sense of well being come over her. She had her humming companion for company, and the gentle throbbing in her anus and nipples had been joined by just a suggestion of pleasure from her clit. All were easily controllable, but the three combined to make her feel impervious to the world outside her little bubble, and she sipped the piss again and drew comfort from the fact that master Louis cared enough to feed her his urine. It suddenly became an honour to drink it, just as it had been her honour to swallow his spit yesterday.

Louis unscrewed a bottle of cum that had been in his pocket, and, checking no-one was looking, poured a generous dollop into the sauce boat containing Sarah’s mayo, and mixed it in. The boys in the hood had been happy to supply a generous flask full when he had explained in partial detail what it was required for.

He served all six guests smoothly and professionally, noticing that the other five were being overly polite to him to compensate for Sarah’s apparent rudeness. He smiled at that. He was actually very impressed that she chose to seem rude to her friends rather than do him the dishonour of not calling him Master. Winston had chosen well. She looked radiant sipping his piss obediently. In just a few days she would call him and the other ring wearers Master quite openly, and then these white pencil-dicked hypocrites would have something to talk about.

Sarah spooned the mayo onto her shrimps and started eating. The mayo was delicious. Something about it she couldn’t put her finger on made her mouth water, and she ate the whole boat with enthusiasm, sipping the piss chardonnay as she ate.

As Louis cleared the first course away, he again collected her empty glass for refill, and the small talk resumed. A familiar noise from her purse brought her back from her erotic daydreams,- she had a text message on her cell-phone. Excusing herself, she pulled out her phone and retrieved the message. It said “hope you enjoyed the cum mayonnaise slut. be sure to ask for some with your soufflé”

Sarah flushed red, and familiar spasms gripped her back passage, as her arousal levels rose. She hoped her new nipples wouldn’t show through her cheongsam as they threatened to explode.

As her third glass of piss-chardonnay arrived, she said to Pete “ that mayo was so nice, I’d like another boat with my soufflé if that’s OK”

“Sure honey”, he said, a bit confused at the odd choice, and asked the waiter to add it to the order, wondering why he found that funny.

As the main course arrived, Sarah could hardly contain her enjoyment as she rolled each sauce-covered mouthful across her palate, loving every flavour. “If it’s that good, can I try a taste” asked Julie, shattering Sarah’s calm place where she was at one with herself.

She was about to fumble for an excuse, when she saw the funny side of it, and said “Sure, dig in” Julie reached across with a spoon and half filled it. As she tried it, she said “mm-interesting flavour-not my scene, but different” She wouldn’t be quite so patronising if she knew that she had just swallowed her master’s cum (at least she assumed it was his)

As they finished their main course, and sent for more refills, Sarah refused dessert, citing her diet, and excused herself to the ladies when their desserts arrived-after all she had just finished her fourth glass of wine? It brought a whole new meaning to the expression “needing a piss”

As she walked to the ladies, a black hand grabbed her shoulder and ushered her into the room next to it, which appeared to contain coats. As he closed the door to the dimly lit room, she gasped “Master”, and slipped to her knees. Without being told, she opened her mouth and awaited whatever he offered.

“Good girl”, he cooed, and two huge deliveries of spit landed on her tongue. As she obediently swallowed it down, he inserted two big black fingers into her re-opened mouth and .as her lips closed around them, sucking them like mini cocks, he pushed them to the back of her throat, and, marvelling at the way she didn’t gag at all, he lovingly tickled the back of her gullet as she moaned in delight as her clit caught up with her nipples and anus, and all three sang together.

“Did you enjoy your mayo, slut?” he teased as he popped his fingers from her mouth.

“ Yes master, thank-you for your sperm Master” she gasped excitedly.

“Oh it wasn’t mine, lil slut, some dudes from the hood had a whip-round. All you need know is that it came from black”

She looked up from her knees at the magnificent black man before her, and sobbed “please Master, I need to cum” smiling, he unzipped his fly and his semi-erect member fell out. It was enormous-as big as Ceeberts. She fumbled for her purse, and hurriedly applied the lipstick, and then with a sob, took the mighty organ in her crimson mouth and began to worship it. After exploring every millimetre of the giant helmet, she began her descent of the huge pole, and grunted with satisfaction as, on the third attempt, the great plum on the end invaded her throat and slid towards her stomach. She went into a feeding frenzy bobbing her head up and down so vigorously that her dreads beat against his thighs and as she felt his muscles tense, she gave in to the gut crunching contractions that convulsed her tattooed torso, thanked the lord for the pleasure her new nipples now gave her, and felt her clit scream pleasure at her as his cock hosed squirt after squirt of boiling sperm down into her eager stomach where it belonged She had to hold onto his legs to stop her from collapsing as she waited for the spasms to ease, and he stroked her dreadlocks in appreciation as he went limp They were both still savouring their post orgasmic euphoria, hers anal and his testicular, as the door opened and the Steward gasped as he saw Pete’s lovely wife on her knees with what looked like a black tree impaled in her obscenely lipsticked mouth. “What the fuck is all this?- you ill mannered nigger- that’s a member’s wife I’ll make sure you never work in this clu….” his words were cut off as Louis lifted him off the ground by his throat and growled “ You ever speak to me like that again and I’ll kill you where you stand. The slut on her knees is there by choice. I am going to finish serving her party, and then leave. If you ever refer to this incident again, I will castrate you- I know where to find you. Stay out of my way for the rest of the evening, and be sure to be extra polite to the lovely Sarah until she leaves?”

He returned the now ashen Steward to his feet, and let go. The steward coughed a lot, nodded acceptance of his orders, and scuttled away.

Sarah said “Thank-you Master- for everything” and smiled sweetly at him.

“best get back to your table, slut-and tidy your lipstick first” he smiled. She did so, went and hurriedly peed, and then returned to her fellow diners, who had finished their desserts, and were looking at her inquisitively.

“Sorry guys, queue” she lied.

“Didn’t know you were a lipstick girl Sarah” chimed Julie.

“I’ve just got into it-do you like the colour?” she replied, as Pete blushed.

Louis returned, and took their final orders. When he did the coffees. He asked Sarah and she nodded. “You look like a latte lady-can I tempt you?” he asked. She nodded and blushed, knowing very well what that meant. He added her latte to the list of five espressos.

As she sipped her coffee, trying hard not to close her eyes and groan as she savoured the rich creamy texture and manly taste of the “black man’s coffee” that she was getting very excited drinking, Louis reappeared with liqueurs that the other five had ordered. He served them and then set a tulip shaped glass full of creamy fluid in front of her. “Compliments of the house Ma’am- Irish cream”, and smiled that wicked smile.

As she sipped the  “liqueur”, and finished her coffee, she felt the butt-plug up tempo, and she had to concentrate really hard to control the spasms in her body-she didn’t think her friends were quite ready to see her go into an anal orgasm just yet.

By the time the boys had paid the bill, and the Steward fussed totally unneccessarily over her as he opened the door for her, she thought one more stimulus, however slight would send her over the top and she’d cum right there in the car park. Louis must have second guessed that, as the butt-plug fell silent as he sent the SIM card in it’s base his final text of the night.

Sarah drifted in and out of sleep as Pete drove her home. She had a tummy full of piss and cum, and she felt like a complete woman. Fuck it, she didn’t want to wear an unglamorous nightdress tonight- she was sleeping on her own tonight, in a satin shortie.

As she snuggled up on her own in her favourite short white nightdress, made from the softest Japanese silk, her hand strayed down to her clit, and she gently stroked it with her fingers, expecting a response, given her highly aroused state all evening, and was a little disappointed to feel nothing. Frowning, she wondered why, and remembered her reasoning about her clit being fine, but having the triggers elsewhere. Concentrated, she squeezed her anal sphincter against the plug, and with her other hand lovingly caressed her spectacularly sensitive modified nipples, and suddenly her clit came to life in her hand. Savouring the warmth that flooded through her body, she fell into a deep, happy sleep.