Sarah under Control

The brothers left early the next morning, leaving Sarah to sleep off the exertions of the night before. Winston told her she was not required at the Tattoo parlor until the afternoon, and that she should sleep in a while, but warned her to be available when Louis called in later that morning to install her enema equipment, and instruct her on self-cleansing. He would also attend to her injections for the day.

Before they left, Winston took the hapless Pete, who had already decided he was too exhausted both mentally and physically to go in to work today, into the kitchen and explained a few more rules to him.

“Watching us use Sarah last night was a one off- it will not be permitted again” he threatened, smiling inwardly as the wimp failed to disguise his disappointment.

“When one or more of her masters visit, you will retire to your new bedroom whilst she entertains them. You will no doubt be able to hear what is going on, as she is becoming quite vocal, but that will be the limit of your involvement. There is only one exception to this rule. Sarah has a wide range of lovely lingerie, which she enjoys wearing for her master’s pleasure. Doubtless she also has a diverse selection of equally exciting nightwear. As of this moment, when she is home, she will only wear lingerie and hose, or in the evening, sexy nightwear. She will only wear clothes when she prepares to go out. If, when her masters arrive to use her, you are wearing exactly matching lingerie in your own size, then you will be permitted to watch. As you will never know when visitors are due, this will mean you spending all your time at home dressed as Sarah is. Given the range of silkies she has, you will also have quite a lot of shopping to do. You will have to ask her nicely where she bought it all. There will be no exceptions to this rule, and the choice is yours” Pete flushed redder and redder as Winston explained, and tried to summon the courage to tell him where he could shove his terms, but somehow the words wouldn’t form.

Grinning broadly, Winston joined the others in the white pimpmobile that had been very obviously parked outside all night, and enjoyed the furtive glances of the neighbours through the drapes as the brothers powered away. Pete wondered helplessly round the house trying to get his head around the events of the previous evening as his black cock slut bride slept peacefully. He found himself wondering if her anus had closed yet, as last time he had seen it, the resemblance to a tunnel was undeniable.

Turning over slowly, Sarah groaned in pleasure as she woke to the sunlight through the drapes and the sound of birdcall. Her anus throbbed wonderfully, and she noticed that the brothers had left her unplugged for the first time since her rehabilitation started. The had removed the feeding plug after she had drunk the contents her colon had amassed during the night’s onslaught, and told her that she was to be used sufficiently regularly from now on that her evening keeper was no longer necessary.

Sighing at the unfamiliar empty feeling, she carefully touched her slut anus, and gasped as she realised that it was still gaping from Winston’s invasion, despite having had several hours to recover. She felt a small surge of panic, which made her grateful that Louis was coming with her enema equipment shortly- there was no way she could maintain proper control of her functions with her sphincter like this. Realising Louis could be here any moment, she slipped into a baby-doll pink nightie, remembering her new instructions for attire when home, and went into the kitchen to make coffee, ignoring her spineless husband who was watching her from his bedroom door as she passed. She wasn’t sure quite what to say to him, but the ease with which he had capitulated had shocked her, and although her rehabilitation was now unstoppable, she would have been a lot more sympathetic had he not spent all night wanking as he watched her descent.

Pete saw his lovely wife looking magnificent in a froth of short, flimsy pink, and was again embarrassed as his dick stiffened at the sight of her tattoos and piercings, unmissable under the diaphanous garment. He was about to try and engage her in conversation when the doorbell rang, and without thinking, he answered it. On seeing the huge black man that filled the doorway, the reality of last night returned with a bang, as Louis thrust him aside effortlessly, and strode into the house, where the scantily clad Sarah gave an enthusiastic “Good morning Master”, as she curtsied before him.

“Good morning lil slut”, enthused Louis. “Winston tells me you were a star last night? - Good girl”, he continued, as he stroked the blushing slut’s dreadlocked head.

Accepting her offer of coffee, he instructed the amazed Pete to fetch the gear from the trunk of his car, and was only mildly surprised as the recently cuckolded husband meekly complied.

Enjoying the irony of watching a defeated man carry from the BMW the equipment necessary to cleanse his wife’s colon through to her bathroom whilst her black master took coffee with her, Louis enjoyed her attention as he gave her the day’s instructions.

Louis would carry out her cleansing today after setting the equipment up, but she would be shown each part of the process, as she would be adding it to her morning routine for the rest of her life starting tomorrow. Once clean, Louis would supervise her injections (Sarah felt a surge of excitement at the use of the word supervise-that meant she would be involved in it) Louis would then enjoy her mouth, before fucking her tattooed slut ass. She would then shower, dress provocatively, and report to the parlor after lunch, where Zach was going to do her hair, and Ceebert was to add a new tattoo in advance of tomorrow’s live unmasked web cam broadcast. Pete, listening in the background, felt a wave of nausea at the mention of the web cast, but was ashamed to admit that the first thought that occurred to him was to find out more.

Coffee finished, Louis ushered an eager Sarah upstairs to her en-suite bathroom, dismissing Pete, who sulkily went to the pc in the living room to surf for sites that may shed some light on what he had just heard.

Sarah looked at the impressive array of bags, hanging racks; tubing and valves that cluttered the bathroom, noting that a portable set of breast stocks had also arrived. Louis quickly assembled the racking at the head of the bathtub, and busied himself connecting tubing to valves. When he was done, he grasped the hem of the slut’s little pink nigh tie, and she obediently raised her arms in the air as he lifted the garment clear of her body, stifling a gasp of appreciation as her magnificent, much modified nipples sprang free, and her hickey covered chest heaved sexily.

He showed her how to fill the first, 2-liter bag with warm, soapy water, and connected it to an inflatable plug with an inlet port, and a larger exit port with a valve at the end of about 18 inches of waste hose. He then applied a clamp to the feed pipe from the bag. Easing the well-greased plug into her tattooed anus, he secured it with three firm pumps of a squeezy bulb, which had been modified so that she could reach it with ease. Explaining how to make sure that the exit valve was closed before starting, he made her jump in the tub, release the clamp on the feed pipe, and then kneel on all fours submissively as the contents of the bag filled her rectum and colon. As Sarah enjoyed the familiar feeling of her ass filling with warm water, she savoured the sensations, and noted that her nipples throbbed as she enjoyed her first ever home-administered enema. When the bag was empty, Louis made her stay on all fours for a few minutes whilst the soap cleaned her sexual center, and then showed her how to open the valve that drained it. As her bowel emptied, and the constantly running bath faucets washed away the contents, Louis prepared the second, 3 liter bag, and had her close the drain valve, disconnect the empty bag, re-clamp the pipe, attach the new bag and begin the process again.

Sarah struggled a little with the final, 4-liter douche, but Louis showed her how to massage her own stomach to aid the cramps. As she emptied the last charge, he showed her how to release the pressure in the inflatable plug and withdraw it.

As she climbed, cleansed, out of the tub, he showed her which parts to disinfect, and how, and the lesson came to an end. Sarah felt a strange sense of achievement at having carried out her own cleansing, and the thought that it was now an unavoidable part of her everyday life thrilled her rather than dismayed her.

Louis had her shower whilst he prepared her injections. Winston had decided to dispense with the antibiotics now, as her anal tattoo was well healed, and her body seemed well able to cope with the regular tattooing and piercing that was to become such an important part of her rehabilitation without chemical assistance. He was also convinced she no longer needed the Complyormone and Viagra, but he liked the oversexed slut that they were creating, so he stuck with it anyhow, along with the hormone regulator that stopped her periods. Muscle relaxants were no longer necessary; as her anus was truly open now, and it’s regular use day and night would ensure it stayed that way. Her throat still had a way to go, but they could use Valium topically at the time if required until it too was truly open. It was important that she continue to receive the four large breast injections each day, so enough normal saline was added to the 3 remaining chemicals that the volume of her injections was undiminished.

Her nipples were fast becoming Winston’s obsession, so maximum strength Hornet/nettle venom for her teats, and wasp/nettle for her cookies was likely to remain her medicine of choice for the foreseeable future, and Louis charged the nipple syringes accordingly.

As the slut emerged from the shower, her lilywhite skin all pink from the heat, tattoos glistening in the moisture, Louis watched her towel herself dry, and then told her to “present breasts” as he gestured to the lightweight version of the stocks she knew so well that sat in the corner. Lifting her perfect globes into the cups of the stocks, Louis adjusted the height so that she was comfortable, and grabbed the first two large syringes. Watching in admiration her eyes roll in pleasure as he pushed the first fat needle through her nipple meat deep into her breast, he had her hold it’s bulk as he repeated the process on the other side. Sarah stood dreamily holding the charged hypodermics in her tiny hands, and watched impatiently as Louis added the other two. Looking deep into her slutty eyes, glazed with lust, he gave the command to push and she cried out in orgasmic pleasure as the four plungers depressed in unison and filled her hungry chest with it’s candy. The spasms in her colon were as strong as ever; as she felt the waves gradually subside. A small moan of loss escaped her lips as Louis withdrew the needles, but the pleasure quickly washed back over her as he lovingly injected her teats and cookies, and the delicious pain of the venom washed through her nipples, which were now blessed with a sexual awareness all of their own.

For the next hour, the little tattooed slut lavished her gratitude on an impressed Louis as she used her now heavily lipsticked mouth, then her seriously throbbing breasts, and finally her cavernous, supersensitive anus to bring her master to a series of thundering orgasms, moaning and crying out in pleasure as she was used, whilst Pete listened intently to the sounds of her servitude, as he beat his slender white meat and gazed at the pictures of the masked, tattooed slut on the homepage of the members only site he had just found bookmarked on their PC.

When the well-satisfied Louis finally left, Sarah set about readying herself for the rest of the day. Grabbing a bowl of muesli with her special cream, and another coffee laced heavily with the same, she decided to enjoy her new found freedom now that she was “outed”, and wore just pink silk French panties under a light weight summer dress with a plunging back, latticed with criss-crossed spaghetti straps. As she buttoned the dress up at the front, she saw that each and every one of her nipple piercings was clearly visible through the clingy fabric, as was the pimpliness and puffiness of her cookies. Feeling good about that, she revelled in the delicious sensation that her back tattoos would also be very visible from the rear, as the dress plunged at the back down to roughly waist height. The criss-cross straps should stop anyone from seeing exactly what adorned her back, but it would be obvious to any observer that she was already very heavily tattooed indeed. Since she still did not know what they depicted, she refused to waste time worrying about it, and simply revelled in the attention as she took in the beautiful sunny day and walked to the parlor on higher than practical pink heeled sandals, feeling more feminine than at any time ever in her life before, the moment only spoiled by the emptiness in her anus that she itched to fill.

As she entered the training suite, Winston was there to greet her, along with Ceebert and Zach, who had his hairdressing bag with him.

“Good afternoon, black cock slut Sarah”, beamed Winston. “ Did you enjoy your lie in?”

“Yes, thank you Master” blushed the slut, basking in the wolf-like stares the three of them were giving her, and kind of knowing that she was glowing with a new –found sexual confidence now she was “out”.

“ Big day tomorrow, Sarah” he continued. “First live broadcast to a paying audience- and unmasked! You need to look your very best, so Master Zach is going to do your hair a bit differently, and then Ceebert is going to give you the first of your “by request” tattoos…we had a quite a few suggestions for such a new venture, but one was asked for much more frequently than the rest, so the decision was made.”

Feeling a twinge of excitement, Sarah felt her nipples thrust even further through the flimsy fabric as she followed Ceebert and Zach through into the treatment room.

Slipping out of her dress, she relaxed in the dentist’s chair, resting her pretty head against the head roll, and then looked perplexed as Ceebert started fussing with a cloth tape measure, taking measurements from ear to ear around the back of her head. Zach then snipped the wax from the end of the rearmost of her dreads, and then gathered the remainder up in a bunch and slipped a tight elasticised band around them, making her hair sprout out from the top of her head rather like the top of a pineapple. Unravelling the rear dreads so that they fell like regular hair down her back, Ceebert ran the tape from the top of one ear, tightly round the back of her head to the top of her other ear, making sure that the line ran horizontally. Holding the tape tight, zach appeared with a pair of heavy-duty clippers and started to shear her hair off below the tape line. Sarah felt a wave of panic as her beautiful blond tresses tumbled to the floor around her. Once he had clipped the line straight, Zach removed all the hair below that line with the clippers, and then produced a razor and shaving cream, and razed the back of her head baby smooth. Gently towelling the shaving cream away, Zach then tipped the chair back to full incline, and pulled his stool up so that Sarah’s head was in his lap. He then took each of the remaining dreads, carefully removed the wax seal, and wove an artificial extension deep into the existing dread adding nearly three feet onto it’s original length. It took over an hour but eventually each of her dreads was extended. Zach then removed the elasticised band, and produced a gold collar fully four inches wide. Gathering Sarah’s dreads into a sort of Rasta cap, he locked the gold tube tightly around the gathered hair, lofting her braids up into an exaggerated pony tail, which then cascaded down her back, effectively hiding the fact that the back of her head and neck was shaved.  He told her to stand. The result was striking.  Her braids reached eight inches above her head before they fell to reach her waist. Sarah was 5’ 4” tall. Add the eight inches of her braids, and the 4 inches of her heels, and she stood fully 6’4” tall.

Producing a mirror, Zach showed Sarah her new hair, and she gasped out loud at just how powerful was the image that stared back at her- she looked magnificent.

Thanking Master Zach for his gift, she let herself be eagerly led her to the articulated table, and lay face down at Zach’s instruction. He then gathered her new ponytail and trained it down the front of her face, leaving her shaved neck exposed. Ceebert arrived with his tattoo regalia, and sat down by her neck.

“Your adoring public have decided on your first new tattoo Sarah,” he teased. “ I expect you know the “Queen of spades” as a playing card? Well, in black circles, if worn by a white girl, it is a universally accepted symbol of devotion to black cock. You will forever wear it on your neck, just below the hairline. So long as you have the long dreads, it will only be visible as your hair swings when you walk. When and if you eventually decide that you have earned the right to be shaved bald, it will be forever visible.”

As his words sunk in, she trembled, and as the black tattoo gun bit into her skin, and the outline started, she felt an orgasm start to build in her ass and nipples, as the utter irreversibility of her situation sunk in fully.

An hour later, a full sized queen of spades shone on the left had side of her upper neck, just below the hairline. It had been a painful tattoo; the worst yet; and she felt doubly embarrassed that the four orgasms she had during that hour were at least partly due to that fact.

Getting unsteadily to her feet, she felt the weight of her braids as they cascaded down her back to her waist, and she noticed that Ceebert was exactly right-the tattoo was invisible until she moved her head or walked, at which time the braids swung enough to show the playing card fully, but teasingly not quite long enough to be sure of what it was. She was starting to enjoy the way her ink teased people, and this was the best yet.

She took her time throating Ceebert and Zach expertly to orgasm to thank them for her gifts, and then dressed as Winston returned and gave instructions.

“ You have now been shown how to cleanse yourself, Sarah. Tomorrow is a big day- we have no idea what Teddy will have you doing on your web cast…indeed he may even allow requests, but you should be prepared for anything. Make yourself look as lovely as possible tomorrow after cleansing, but be here for 10 AM. You go live at 11, and we have to inject you first. When your transmission is over, Ceebert wants you for an hour’s coloring in on your back piece, and to fit your teat stretchers if the grommets are fully healed. You can then go home and enjoy your weekend- maybe you’ll have a few visitors? It was originally my intention to have you quit your job and work here in the Tattoo Parlor, but I have decided to let you go back for a while, starting Monday...let’s see how you fit in now you are a black cock slut? One of the boys will call in first thing in the morning to do your injections before you go. Go home now and relax, and we’ll see you at 10. Dismissed.”

Sarah walked home in shock- she actually was going to have to go back to work. Dreadlocked, very obviously tattooed and pierced, and at the disposal of any black man who happened by...how was she going to behave normally enough to keep her job? The shock wore off as she realised that pedestrians, black and white alike, were staring at her- but closer examination revealed that the white stares were derisory, but the black stares were ones of admiration. It shocked her to realise that she liked it like that...in fact it felt right! As she relaxed in that realisation, and started to enjoy her walk, a young Rasta lad about 18 openly ogled her, stopped, turned and called after her “ Nice dreads bitch- come and show me”. Two weeks ago, she would have ignored him, but without even pausing for thought, she turned and meekly obeyed, stopping in front of the arrogant youth, and saying “ thank you Sir” almost automatically...and then checking his hands for the ring that meant she should address him as Master. Seeing none, she felt relieved, and stood motionless as he handled her braids, admiring them, and smiling as he saw the playing card tattoo, which he thought he had made out as she walked past- he had been right.

“Very nice, slut...and nice tatt on your neck” he smirked, realising that it meant she was immediately at a disadvantage. His eyes strayed to her chest, and he saw the metalwork poking through the silk. Completely brazenly, as if the passers by didn’t exist, he stroked her nipples through the fabric, smiling as she moaned in pleasure, blushing as she did.

“ You belong to anyone, slut?” he asked?

“Master Winston is rehabilitating me sir”, she whispered, and relaxed a little as she saw instant respect dawn. The tattoo still spoke volumes though, and he felt utterly entitled to stroke the other nipple as he continued  “Maybe I should ask my Uncle to speak to Winston about using his slut- they are friends”

“ As you wish sir”, she replied, and as he thrust his fingers to her lipsticked mouth, her body betrayed her by opening automatically to accommodate them, sucking them greedily as her nipples throbbed, savouring the delight at being used like an object in front of all these people.

Eventually, the lad popped his fingers out of her mouth, and asked her name, before squeezing her nipple playfully as he left, chuckling to himself.

Walking the rest of the way home, she began to see every black man that she passed as a potential user, and felt her ass-pussy spasming each time one neared.

As she arrived home, she let herself in, and bumped right into a flustered Pete, who had briefly torn himself away from the PC to grab a drink, and was hurrying back to surf more of “ blacks on blonds” when she entered.

He gasped as he saw her hair, and stammered how nice it looked. Flattered and feeling somewhat guilty, she kissed his cheek and said thank you, asking how his day had been. Blushing, he stammered that he had been catching upon some stuff on the PC, and hurried back to it.

Sarah resolved to be nice to him within the bounds of the new house rules, and, after going upstairs and changing into a pink teddy and white stockings and garter belt to conform to the new house rules, she visited the washroom to open the valve on her catheter. Going back downstairs, she made a coffee then went to the Pc desk to chat to him. When she saw what he was surfing, she was shocked. Well-hung black cocks  (well, moderately well hung by her standards) impaled pretty pale blonds in every orifice. Pete was obviously highly aroused from the lump in his trousers, and as Sarah sought for something to say, she noticed that one of the blonds on his screen sported a “ Queen of Spades” tattoo on her ass cheek.

“Do you like that one, Pete?” she cooed teasingly in his ear, pointing at the tattooed ass, and leaning forward so that her dreads parted showing her shiny new playing card.

“um..yesss, she’s hot” he stammered, trying not to look at her neck, as he flushed scarlet and spontaneously ejaculated in his pants.

Smiling at her newfound confidence, Sarah asked if he wanted another coffee, and when he said no, she asked him what he fancied for supper, acting as if nothing had happened.

The next couple of hours passed well, as the tension in Pete had temporarily evaporated (or more accurately ejaculated), and after a nice meal and bottle of wine, they sat down in front of the TV and relaxed like old times.

Sarah had sensed that Pete wanted to ask her something for the last half hour, and smiled as he awkwardly decided to finally come out with it. As he clumsily started to stammer his way into a conversation about her lovely lingerie and nightgowns, and where she bought them, she started to answer him as best she could, although she had no idea where he was coming from; but was interrupted by the doorbell.

Sarah got up to answer it, and was shocked to see Leroy there, with the lad from the street earlier, and another about the same age. Feeling suddenly naked and vulnerable in her lingerie, she bowed her dreadlocked head and said “Good Evening Master”

“ Good evening slut Sarah- this is my nephew Cecil, and this is his friend Clyde. They want to get to know you better. Make them feel at home like a good slut?” he said, and, as if he had just ordered a beer, walked back to his car and left.

Stunned, but now too well trained to disobey, Sarah meekly led the lads up to her bedroom, and Pete settled in to an evening of listening to the sounds of his wife introducing two teenager to the joys of anal sex, and her moans and then screams giving testament to how fast they learned.