Sarah under Control

As Sarah awoke the next morning, a variety of sensations greeted her. Firstly, her whole mouth, and most notably her tongue, throbbed and ached after a long night of use by the two black masters whose names she had not been made privy to. They were fascinated by the multiple piercings in her tongue, and spent the first half of the night having her worship their leathery balls, heavily veined shafts, and massive helmets with her much modified lingual organ, each enjoying in turn the variety of sensations the metalwork added to her oral expertise, both men flooding her greedy slut mouth several times with copious amounts of cum, streaking the heavy scarlet lipstick that they refreshed many times to add to the visual feast. Her tongue, as it explored her dry and cum-encrusted lips and mouth felt many times fatter than it should, and her jaw muscles ached from so many hours of being stretched wide by those prodigious weapons. As she reached for the tumbler of water beside her bed and rinsed her parched mouth, swallowing painfully over her bruised tongue, the second wave of sensations hit her as the incessant, throbbing spasming in her rectum reminded her of the second part of the night which had been spent accommodating first one then the other weapon in her slut ass-pussy, which still gaped wantonly, allowing her to feel the cool air circulate inside her anus as the wrecked sphincter tried in vain to contract back to decency.

She wearily rose and padded through to the bathroom, where she looked at herself in the mirror. One shake of her pretty head was all it took to restore her dreads to their former glory, and as she admired the reflection, she felt a twinge of disappointment at the fact that the hickeys which adorned her fabulous chest were fading, but that was offset by the unbridled pride she felt as she savoured the image of her much modified cookies, swollen and throbbing, and now spreading a full four inches across her breasts as the stretchers did their work. Her teats thrust out proudly a full inch under their own tensioning devices, and she could not prevent her hands wandering up to caress them as she realised quite what a work of art they were becoming. There was something else though- something new. Her aureolae, always baby pink, were darkening, making them even more noticeable and hard to hide under the flimsy clothing that was now her regular attire. She was pleasantly surprised at their new shade, and made a mental note to ask Master Ceebert why it was happening. She began her cleansing ritual, sighing with relief as the cool fluid soothed her battered back passage as the first bag filled her bowel whilst she crouched submissively in the bathtub receiving the charge.

After the third bag, which despite being a full 4 liters was no longer causing her any discomfort, she hosed down the tub, and slipped into the shower, enjoying the luxury of the hot water cascading across her tired, and much modified body. Soaping herself, she lovingly touched the pussy shield which kept her the 2-hole slut that she was destined to be. As she opened the valve on her catheter, and her bladder voided itself into the shower tray, she noticed that a fine down was appearing on her pubic mound, barely visible under the bright red of the “No Entry” tattoo that shone in the wetness, but definitely there nonetheless- this must mean that the Nair was wearing off, and she again resolved to mention it to Ceebert before the presence of hair earned her a punishment.

Exiting the shower, and patting herself dry, she resisted the urge to check her back out in the full-length mirror…best if she remained oblivious of what adorned her back...there was no need for her to know anyhow.

She perfumed herself, did her makeup, and then slipped on a powder blue baby doll nightie that only just extended down past the padlocks that stretched her labia so obscenely downwards as she stood. Feeling fulfilled, and impossibly feminine, she went downstairs, and was surprised to find Pete slumped at the PC, sound asleep. The window open on the screen was from one of her favourite lingerie stores, and there appeared to be items in the checkout cart. Puzzled, she nudged him awake, reminding him he would be late for work.

As he came to life, he stuttered and mumbled when she asked him why he hadn’t gone to bed, and when he eventually muttered that it was impossible to sleep with all the screams and oaths coming from upstairs, she blushed guiltily before kissing the top of his head and reminding him that they had no choice in the matter. Accepting her offer of coffee, he watched her glide to the kitchen, wondering why she was talking like her mouth was full of cotton wool, and blaming his half awake state for imagining that he caught a glimpse of brass dangling between her legs as that oh-so-sexy baby doll swung as she walked.

When she returned with his coffee, he asked her about her apparent speech impediment, and immediately wished he hadn’t as his beautiful bride opened her mouth and he saw the wide selection of steel that adorned her lovely but swollen tongue. Accepting with resignation her brief explanation that it “aided fellatio”, he fondly remembered how the unmodified version of that tongue used to bring him such pleasure on the odd occasion he could persuade her to blow him, then deflating as he remembered the muffled noises that had kept him awake and now realised why.

Feeling a rush of blood to his groin, and sensing the sympathy that she felt for his predicament, he took a chance and grabbed a handful of boob as she turned to leave, gasping audibly as he felt the engineering that was going on around her nipples. Turning angrily, she suddenly looked like a stranger as she told him to keep his hands to himself…she was no longer his property, and if he touched her again she would tell her new owners of his transgression. She didn’t mind him looking…indeed, she was happy to show him anything he was inquisitive about, but he must not touch!

Gulping at the finality of the statement and the venom with which it was made, his horniness evaporated, and he hurried off to shower and change for work.

Sarah again felt guilty at the way she had risen at his touch, but it was in her conditioning now- black only! She wondered mildly why he appeared to be buying her lingerie online, as she made breakfast, pouring an extra large dollop of Teddy’s special cream on her muesli as the juicer prepared her OJ.

Just as she finished her breakfast, the door opened and Ceebert let himself in.

“Good morning Master” she enthused, dropping to her knees at his presence. Grinning at her submission, and drinking in the vision of beauty that knelt before him, he stroked her dreads as he told her that he was here for her injections. As he gestured to her to go upstairs to where the breast stocks where, she rather coyly asked if they could do it comfort in the living room, as there was absolutely no need for restraint any longer?

“Yes, if you like Sarah…but don’t forget you will be applying the breast injections from now on…if you feel you can do it in there, then that’s fine. Because of the intricacy of their application, I will continue to apply your nipple and teat syringes”.

Happily, she followed him into the living room, and sat in her favourite chair, disrobing first at his instruction.

As he checked her modifications out, he measured the cookies’ width, whistling quietly in admiration when he saw that they had reached fully 4 inches wide.

“These are becoming objects in their own right, Sarah. They almost have a life of their own. I think we should afford them the honor of a title. From now on, we shall refer to the whole aureolae/teat combination as your slut-nips. Is that clear? Cookies for the aureolae, teats for the nipples, but slut-nips for the whole ensemble”

“ Yes Master” blushed Sarah “thank you for that honor”, as Ceebert prepared her injections.

Ceebert handed her the first of the four huge syringes, and gently cupped her breast for her, offering it upwards to the slut as she dreamily pushed the first fat needle home, closing her eyes in ecstasy as it went in. Ceebert took the weight of the first one, and then offered her second breast with his other hand as she repeated the process. At Ceebert’s command, she depressed the two plungers simultaneously, and as she moaned in pleasure as the medicine rushed into her breasts, Pete walked into the room to get his car keys. His eyes nearly popped from his head in shock, and then he realised where he’d seen that scene before- it was captured in photo-grade perfection on her lovely white shoulder blade. Lost for words, he silently watched her repeat the process with the third and fourth syringes, and his humiliation was complete when she orgasmed loudly as the injections went in.

Unable to bear it any longer, he rushed out to his car, furious with himself at the blue steel erection that filled his pants.

Not even noticing he had gone, Sarah recovered from her orgasm, before slipping back into the beginnings of her second as Ceebert injected her slut-nips, finally peaking as the hornet venom began to sting in earnest, making her teats go as rigid as they had ever been.

As Ceebert packed away his gear, Sarah gradually came back down to earth again, and vaguely wondered if her anal sphincter had closed yet from the previous nights exertions. She felt it had before the injections started, but was sure she could feel it gaping again now….surely it hadn’t developed the ability to open on its own during orgasm had it?

Ceebert brought two mugs of coffee with him, and sat down next to the slut, sympathising with the difficulty she was having talking, as he engaged her in conversation.

She asked him about the darkening of her cookies, and he confessed that he had noticed it also. They were aware that it was a possible side effect of the repeated invenomation she was undergoing daily, but he was unable to tell her how dark they may become. “ African women have dark brown slut-nips, Sarah- maybe you will have the honor of sporting black women’s nips on your lily white chest?” he teased, and she flushed at the realisation that the idea excited her.

She also mentioned the pubic hair that was reappearing, which caused Ceebert to frown. “That is wholly unacceptable, slut” he boomed. “Black cock sluts should have no hair below their neck whatsoever. I will have an electrolysis specialist visit tomorrow. Winston will need to attend to unlock you, and I will have to remove your chastity device…at least it will be for the last time!”

“Thank you Master, and this slut apologises for having hair” she stammered, oblivious to the irony of her apologising for Mother Nature, just responding to his anger. She only hoped Pete would play golf tomorrow whilst they worked on her.

“ I have a new modification for you Sarah- as requested by your viewing public. I may as well do it here tomorrow since we will all be here anyhow- that way you can enjoy the results at work on Monday. Incidentally, Teddy has scheduled your Tuesday web cast for 8PM. You will have time to come home from work and change. One of the brothers will pick you up in plenty of time to go live at 8”

Finishing their coffee, Ceebert made as if he was about to leave, and then thought better of it, and took the dreadlocked slut anally as she knelt obediently on the family couch, savouring the sensation of her master’s cock piercings slipping in and out of her sphincter, as he reamed her rectum with a roughness that came from his having to deny the feelings he was developing for this remarkable slut. As he emptied his big black bags deep inside her colon, she sobbed her thanks at his plundering of her back passage, and his guilt at his roughness was assuaged as he realised she had enjoyed it all the more.

As he left, Sarah suddenly realised that the rest of the day was her own (unless any visitors came calling), and, slipping the powder blue baby-doll back on, she resolved to enjoy her freedom.

She spent a couple of hours doing housework, feeling totally at home dressed that way...why shouldn’t she be beautiful and sexy around the house?...then realised she hadn’t hit the stores for a while. Not wishing to get dressed, she sat down at the PC and did a large online order, booking a delivery slot for the afternoon. Whilst at the PC, she checked the deep_inside_sarah@yahoo.com inbox, raising a pretty eyebrow in surprise when she saw that over 100 emails awaited her attention. They ranged from routine stuff about stretching her anus and throat still further, through some very interesting tattoo and piercing ideas, right up to kinky stuff about whipping her, suspending her from the ceiling by her breasts, some very major torture by needles, wax, electricity, etc. Then there was the over the top stuff, involving sex with animals, and even scat. She was embarrassed to find that all of it, apart from the last 2, excited her to a degree, so she dutifully forwarded all of them on to her Masters, consigning only the over the top stuff to the trash. Feeling she had been very honest and daring in sending so many kinky ideas forward for their consideration, she could not even begin to contemplate the damage that she had done by trashing the others.

As the day wore on, she soothed her sore tongue with cool drinks, and felt the swelling begin to subside, as she was able to avoid talking for a few hours, just chilling in front of the TV. However, after a while, she began to feel a hollowness inside her, and was shocked when she realised that her body was reacting to having been deprived of orgasmic pleasure since Ceebert left. Surely that wasn’t right?…she had spent all night being stretched every which way, and had cum three times whilst Ceebert was here; twice for the needles and once as he took her tattooed ass. She couldn’t possibly be horny again could she? The doorbell broke her train of thought, and she answered it to find her groceries, carried by two teenage lads. One white, confident, and impossibly good looking; the other black, and a bit geeky. As their jaws dropped at the beauty stood semi naked in front of them, they both gawped wordlessly like fish as their eyes took in the unmistakeable protrusions of her nipple furniture under the dangerously flimsy nightdress. Regaining his composure, and remembering his cool, the white lad turned the charm up to full and started hitting on her big time, presumably feeling that anyone dressed this provocatively on their doorstep must be an easy catch. Freezing him with a look of disdain that she would have never managed before her rehabilitation began, she told him that little boys should be seen and not heard, and instructed them to bring her groceries through to the kitchen. As the bags mounted up on the counter, their work was done and she paid them, pointedly giving the tip to the shy black lad. As the now crestfallen white guy returned sulkily to the delivery van, the black guy very shyly asked if he could use the bathroom, so in awe of her that he couldn’t meet her eye. Suddenly overcome by a need to make this shy young geek’s afternoon, she smiled her best smile, and invited him in, licking her lips provocatively at the white lad who was staring on in disbelief from the van.

“ The bathroom is over there, Sir, but a handsome man such as yourself should use a slut like me for that purpose” she gushed, hardly able to believe this was her speaking. Before she could change her mind, she dropped to her knees in front of the shocked boy, and, unzipping his fly, scooped his 18 year old genitalia out of his pants, briefly pausing to admire the size of tackle that a little, quiet lad like this was packing...she could barely touch her fingers together once they encircled his shaft.

“ Please use this slut’s mouth as your toilet, Sir” she cooed, and, squeezing the lad’s balls softly in encouragement, she felt him overcome his shyness as his urethra bulged in her hand, and the first charge of scalding hot piss blasted out of the eye of his young cock, filling her mouth so that her cheeks bulged, as she eagerly gulped it down, swallowing fast to cope with the heavy delivery as eventually his bladder emptied and her gulping became less urgent. Relishing the warmth on her swollen tongue, and savouring the acrid taste of piss that she was very rapidly learning to crave, she wondered mildly what white man’s urine tasted like, and felt secure in the knowledge that she would never know, as she milked the last drops from the lad’s eye, cheekily popping the end of one of her tongue barbells into the eye as the flow finally stopped. Sensing his helmet react to her attentions, she started giving the beautiful purple dome a jewellery assisted tongue bath, loving as always the feelings she got as his cock grew to full erectness in her mouth. Dropping her blond dreadlocked head down between his thighs, she lovingly washed his balls with her modified tongue, before returning to his shaft, and beginning the long relentless, hypnotic to watch descent down his cock until his pubes rested on her lips, and his manhood occupied the greater part of her throat. Using her throat muscles to milk his black weapon, she moved her neck in 6 inch strokes as she slowly but surely throat-wanked him to orgasm, enjoying the increasing murmurs of excitement that he uttered, and then welcoming the surge of spasms in her ass-pussy and slut-nips that meant the imminent arrival of yet another thunderous anal orgasm. As she felt the boy’s balls tighten and his breathing become laboured, she buried him to the hilt in her hungry gullet, and reached behind his balls and popped a dainty white finger into his anus and rubbed his prostate gland. The lad’s knees buckled, and the power of his orgasm shocked them both, his shouts ringing round the room as hose after hose of black cum drenched her throat and rushed into her waiting stomach, as her own orgasm ripped through her, and her muffled screams acted like a vibrator on his pumping shaft.

When the rushing in both their ears had subsided, his cock went soft, and Sarah very reluctantly let it pop from her mouth, her tongue hungrily checking his eye for any last drops before, with a sigh, she realised her act of worship was over.

“ Thank you Sir for all your gifts. This slut is honoured” she gushed, determined to give this lad something to brag to his arrogant white mate about.

“Now that’s what you call a tip”, he stammered, as he not quite so nervously exited the front door, enjoying the look on his buddy’s face as the lovely Sarah waved goodbye to her young lover, the sunlight making her baby-doll go see through enough to show her tattoos and piercings in outline, and her hem rising just high enough to show the two heavy brass padlocks swinging between her legs, relentlessly stretching the front of her labia into two bell-hangers. Sarah smiled as she thought she detected a swagger in the black boy’s step.

Back in the house, she unpacked and put away her groceries, grinning broadly at how good she felt about what had just happened. She had made that boy’s day, and had cum big time while she was at it. People could judge her all she wanted- her rehabilitation was working-she was making people happy now, and was loving every minute of it! Furthermore, she had been right about her anus. It had opened automatically again as she had cum despite no one touching it. She now had a slut asshole that dilated ready for cock whenever she was excited. That would have made her feel like a freak a week ago, but now it made her proud.

Sitting back down in front of the TV with a coffee and a fresh Danish from the delivery, she made a mental note to have all her groceries delivered from now on.

Deciding to wear something else for the evening, she had just finished slipping into a cream camisole and French knicker set, with white silk stockings and garter belt when she heard Pete return. Refreshing her perfume and lipstick, she stood to go downstairs to say hi, and noticed that her padlocks protruded below the hem of the quite long legged French panties. Resisting the urge to wear something longer to save Pete’s blushes, she decided that her labial modification was part of her rehab, and the sooner he got used to it the better, so she went downstairs wearing her padlocks with pride. When she saw him trying to avert his eyes, she made a decision. Kissing him on top of his head and asking how his day had been, she ushered him into the living room, and sat him down. She softly, but firmly explained about the padlocks, and their purpose, and pulled the legs of her panties back so he could see. She placed his hand gently under each padlock, encouraging him to lift each one and marvel at how her lips stretched to bear it’s weight when he released it. She told him that she would talk him through all of her modifications in future, since he would have to live with them on a daily basis. At his request, she removed her top and let him inspect her slut-nips closely, reminding him not to touch. As he stared, she talked him through their plans, explaining that eventually she would have five-inch wide cookies, massively bumpy and puffy and standing well proud of her breasts, and that her teats would eventually stand 1 ½ inches proud without assistance. She added that they were already darkening, and may well end up brown (she saw his disappointment at that- he had always loved their pinkness). She also told him, quite firmly, that henceforth the engineered part of her breasts would be known as slut-nips. Replacing her camisole, she explained that her tongue hurt from it’s modifications, and that, once she had shown him them in great detail, she didn’t want to talk for a while, so would he mind if she prepared dinner in silence?

After examining her tongue minutely, Pete thanked his much modified bride for sharing her developments with him, kissing her on the cheek before retiring to his room for a much needed wank as Sarah busied herself with their meal.

They sat in silence as they ate- but it wasn’t an awkward silence, more one born of the comfort brought by ground rules being defined. By the time they had cleared away, she was very relaxed, and quite happy to share the rest of the wine in front of the TV.

The evening was just approaching cosiness when the door opened, and Louis let himself in. “Good evening, Black cock slut Sarah” he announced boldly, as he walked over to the slut, and attached a dog collar he was carrying around her pretty neck, taking care not to rub her queen of spades tattoo, which was still healing.

“This is your new mating collar Sarah - it will be worn whenever you entertain unannounced visitors at home from now on” he explained, as she bowed her neck compliantly for it’s attachment. Ignoring Pete, he clipped a leash to the collar, which the cuckolded husband noticed had “SARAH” engraved on the nameplate, and led her, at his command on all fours, upstairs to her suite. Neither the hapless Pete nor the obedient submissive had any idea why there was a small, but heavy brass bell attached to the collar that tinkled as she crawled.

As the bedroom door closed behind them, Pete gulped at the fact that he was accepting this as destiny already, and prepared himself for an evening of listening to that bell ring itself crazy. Sarah was not to know that the Masters had examined the contents of the trash bin for deep_inside_sarah@yahoo.com and had already started reacting to her choices. She was also unaware that Louis was to leave at Midnight, as the Masters did not want the slut over-tired for the many challenges the next few days held.

Hours later, as Louis slipped away into the night, an exhausted Sarah slipped into a well earned sleep that would see her tongue heal and her anal sphincter, which at present looked like the entrance to a coal mine, to close to somewhere near it’s continent state. On his way out, Louis had hung her mating collar and leash prominently on a coat hook by the front door, ready for the next unannounced visitor to use.

Pete also slipped into bed, but felt a little like Quasimodo, as he felt so sure he could still hear bells ringing that he could not sleep.

Elsewhere, just out of town at the stud farm, the bells that, on Master Teddy’s insistence, always accompanied the matings of prize stallions and stud dogs alike as they covered their paying visitors, had been silent since sundown, at which point the day’s business had ended.