Sarah under Control

Author’s Note:

In an effort to make “Sarah Under Control” a little different, and hopefully more enjoyable for the reader, I have made a crude attempt to make it interactive. The email link to the Deep Inside Sarah site is actually live, and will be monitored. Suggestions as to Sarah’s next Tattoo or piercing, or indeed her next webcast task can be sent in, and will be read. Particularly interesting ones will be added to the story. Any readers who can participate in this, whilst still remembering that the whole tale is purely fictional, and any resemblance to any real person , alive or dead, is purely coincidental are invited to join in.

Doc

Waking after a deep sleep, Sarah instinctively felt for her mating collar, and was surprised at the sense of loss she felt when she realized it was gone. Shaking her magnificent dreads free from tangle, she slipped into the bathroom and began her cleansing, savouring the soothing sensation of each charge as it eased her battered bowel as it cleansed. Once the third bag was done, she stepped into the shower and readied herself for what she felt sure was going to be a testing day. Once clean, she towelled herself down, admiring the ever-darkening shades of her fiercely swollen cookies as she watched herself in the mirror. Something else caught her eye- her breasts were a little fuller than she remembered them. Not ever wearing a bra, she didn’t have the benchmark of cup size to gauge them by, but she was sure she wasn’t imagining it? Another side effect of the cocktail of drugs that was pumped daily into her chest, no doubt.

Perfuming herself liberally, and applying her eye make-up in its now routine heavy layers, she slipped into a yellow silk chemise and wandered downstairs, where Pete was trying to concentrate on his breakfast rather than the padlocks that swung seductively below the yellow hem.

“Morning Pete”, she said sweetly, as she kissed the top of his head again. “ Did Master Louis leave anything on his way out last night?” she asked as innocently as one enquires if the mail has arrived yet.

“On the hook by the door” came the terse reply, and she felt a wave of satisfaction as she saw her personalized mating collar, with bell and leash, hanging there awaiting the next unexpected visitor.

“I didn’t sleep last night thanks to that bell ringing,” he grumbled. “It’s bad enough knowing your wife is the cum dump for every black man in the town, but hearing the ringing as they use you is too much” he moaned, the last few words descending into a sob.

Feeling desperately guilty, she stroked his head. “ I’m sorry Pete, but my Masters will be doing it for a reason. It will be part of my rehabilitation, so it must happen. Why does it upset you so much?” As the words formed, she realised the answer. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Sobbing, he nodded. “ Aw, you poor baby” she cooed, overwhelmed by guilt.

“Let me help you with that” she offered, and, picking up a juice glass from the table, she knelt by his chair, and reaching into his pants, pulled out his little cock (was it always that tiny?) and tenderly wanked his organ with her skilled little hand, whispering comforts in his ear and encouraging him to feel the weight of the padlocks that stretched her lips. As he carefully eased the padlocks up and down, watching the tension in her pierced and grommetted labia change as he moved them, he gave a mighty groan and discharged his balls into the juice glass with a grunt. Squeezing the last drops into the glass, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek, and told him that once he got used to her rehabilitation, they could return to some kind of normality around her visits.

Her instincts told her to drink the cum-it was what she did….but her training was advanced now, and she could not allow herself to swallow a white man’s seed, so instead of offering the glass to her own ruby lips, she instead handed it to Pete. “Drink it for me, and show me how grateful you are?” she ventured. Pete spluttered, and was starting on his refusal when she rubbed her silk clad slut-nips across his face and told him that she may offer again if he was a good boy. Steeling himself, the cuckolded husband swallowed his own seed in one gulp, and his humiliation advanced one more stage.

Sitting herself down to her muesli, she poured a good portion of Teddy’s special cream onto her cereal, and said “ Why don’t you play golf today babe…take your mind off things?” She managed to hide her relief when he agreed that it was a good idea, and headed out to load up the car.

Not five minutes after he had left, the door opened, and Winston and Ceebert came in. Kneeling to greet her Masters, the slut fixed them coffee before she was ushered into the living room, where they produced her daily injections, and, between them they administered both the slut’s medicine and her first two orgasms of the day. After giving her time to recover, Ceebert spread a blanket over the couch, and Winston had her disrobe and lay on her back on the blanket. Reaching for the key around his neck, Winston unlocked the tiny padlock that maintained her chastity, and pulled back the shield. “We have a busy agenda this morning, Sarah” he explained, as he removed her catheter, then slowly unthreaded the chain through her grommets and withdrew the curved insert that now lived permanently inside her pussy. “Maisy will be here in a moment to perform your depilation by electrolysis, which will take most of the morning. Ceebert then wants to add a couple of your fans’ suggestions to your body. Hopefully there will be time for us to use you for a couple of hours afterwards, but from the look of your ass-pussy, it still hasn’t closed from last night….or is it opening because you’re pleased to see us?” he teased, as the slut blushed at the truth of his suggestion.

As Sarah became used to the feel of cool air on her pussy lips again, Winston produced the roll of dreaded urethral sounds. “While Maisy makes your lily white pussy as bald as the day you were born, I thought we’d stretch your piss-hole some more. Being such a good girl, I’m confident we can get past number 5 this time. I hope so…we need to get to number 10 if you’re ever going to have full urethral sex” he explained, and Sarah grimaced at the unpleasant intrusion as the cold shock told her number 1 was on its way into her bladder.

Right on cue, Maisy arrived- a tall, strikingly attractive black woman in her 30s, and almost Amazon in her appearance. Although women didn’t interest her at all, Sarah could not help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought that this muscled and powerful beauty was going to work on her pussy and ass all morning.

“ Hi Guys. This must be the slut?” she chimed cheerfully. “ Very nice”, she added, taking in the nipple mods and the ‘no entry’ tattoo as she placed her bag of equipment down on the floor.

“ Wow, you’re training her piss hole too?” she noted, as she unpacked her gear. As Winston explained his plan for total humiliation of Pete, she chuckled at his cunning, noting the purpose of all the grommets as he explained the method of her ongoing chastity, and the need for depilation.

“You have a wicked mind, Winston. So she’s anal and oral only for the brothers now then?” she asked, and then nodded enthusiastically as she checked out the slut’s anal sphincter and found zero resistance as she slipped two long nailed black fingers into her rectum. “ Most impressive- she looks like she could take on an army here”

When Winston explained that she not only took on his giant member anally, but that she came violently as a result, and added that no black woman had ever managed that, respect was established, and Maisy decided that she was looking forward to this morning very much indeed.

As she readied her electrolyser, the doorbell rang, and Winston answered it, signing for several large packages addressed to Pete. When he saw that the senders were all lingerie companies, he smiled- the plan was working. He dumped the packages in the wimp’s bedroom.

Back inside, Maisy started the painstaking process of killing each hair follicle on the slut’s pussy and ass. A high powered lamp lit up the target area with a warmth that made Sarah’s holes wink periodically as Maisy’s tweezers picked out each individual hair, and then delivered a small current to the follicle, causing it to release the hair forever. As she worked, she occasionally had to tense the skin to get the hairs very close to her pussy opening, and found that the best way was to push her hand into the vagina and tension the skin that way. She was quite amused that the white slut’s hole was tight, and reluctant to accept the whole of her hand. Applying some KY, and persevering, her patience was eventually rewarded, and her hand popped fully into the slut’s pussy, as her labia wrapped around her wrist like a dainty pink bracelet. Every half hour, Winston changed the urethral sound for the next size up, and, after 2 hours, when she had size four in her piss-hole, and Maisy had been zapping her pubic hairs for what seemed like an eternity, mostly with her hand rammed inside her cunt, Sarah was starting to become most disenchanted at the exclusively unpleasant sensations this morning were bringing her. Even the hand in her pussy was not enjoyable, as all her sexual feelings had now migrated to her ass and slut-nips, and the only feeling Maisy’s hand gave her was guilt that it wasn’t in her greedy anus.

At the 2 hour point Maisy announced that the sluts mons and labia were now forever cleansed of hair, and had her turn over onto her front so that she could do her anal hair.

As Sarah grumpily rolled onto her stomach, Maisy let out a long whistle of appreciation at the artwork on her back. Heeding Winston’s ‘shush’ gesture lest she give away anything about the subject matter, she drank the beautiful ink in with her eyes, feeling very horny as she started electrolysing the slut’s anal area. Deciding to tension the skin again, she slipped a couple of fingers into the loose hole, then 3, and was amazed that within a minute, her whole hand had been greedily swallowed by the hungry orifice, which devoured it like a seal does a fish, and Sarah’s sphincter squeezed Maisy’s wrist enthusiastically. Her slut-nips throbbed as for the first time since her injections this morning, she was aroused, and an anal orgasm built inside her tattooed body.

Half way through her anal depilation, Winston flipped her over to insert the number 5 sound, and so aroused was she from Maisy’s attentions that she barely noticed the switch.

After another hour, and two more anal cums, it was done. Sarah would never again have a single hair between her legs.

Getting her to lay on her back again, Winston swiftly reintroduced her pussy insert, and threaded the fine chain through the grommets that held it in place. Closing the clasp, he smiled at the thought that her pussy would not see the light of day again until her visit to the arm. Sarah was surprised to note that she felt a surge of secure satisfaction as her chastity device was replaced, and her proud status as “2 hole black cock slut” was restored.

As Winston removed the number 5 sound, she readied herself for the previously uncharted stretch of number 6. As He slid it very slowly home, she felt the walls of her urethra expand to accommodate it where a few days ago it had not, and, despite still hating the sensations, she began to believe that Winston’s goal was indeed possible, and the urgency of not disappointing her Master made the pain go away.

Once number 6 was fully home, Winston said, “ Do you think you should show Maisy your gratitude for making your pussy and ass so pretty, Sarah?”

As the slut agreed, and offered to please her as she needed, the muscled Amazon beauty stripped off to reveal a body straight from a body building magazine- she was stunning. Gasping, Sarah felt a wave of lust wash over her, and as Maisy walked over to the couch and positioned her groin over the slut’s head, Sarah’s heavily pieced tongue slipped out from the crimson lips and eagerly greeted Maisy’s pussy as she lowered herself onto the lovely white face. Going into a feeding frenzy, Sarah pushed her tongue as deep as she could into the black beauty’s pussy, then her ass, as a gasping Maisy alternated her holes over the slut’s eager mouth and talented tongue, basically masturbating herself on Sarah’s mouth. Maisy was a gusher, and as her juices flooded Sarah’s mouth, she greedily accepted them for the nectar they were, and as she devoured Maisy’s anus when that was offered, she felt herself wishing that too had bounty to offer. For half an hour, the Amazon goddess performed a dance of lust on the slut’s face, and Winston and Ceebert enjoyed the vocal evidence of Maisy’s orgasms as well as the visual evidence of Sarah’s, as her anus gaped like a second mouth.

Once spent, Maisy slipped off the slut’s face and flopped in exhaustion in the recliner. Regaining her composure, she decided there was one more part of Sarah she wanted to sample before leaving, and called the slut over. As Sarah knelt obediently at the foot of the recliner, Maisy said “I love your slut-nips, Sarah- fuck me with them”

Gasping at the intensity of the request, Sarah cupped one of her breasts in her hand, their bulk spilling over both sides of her tiny palm. As Maisy raised both her legs high in the air, exposing her pussy, Sarah obediently fed the full inch of her teat into Maisy’s pussy and fucked her with her slut-nip. As she groaned and her pleasure built, Sarah cupped her other breast and fed the teat into her eager anus. Squealing with pleasure at the depths of this slut’s inventiveness, Maisy rode Sarah’s nipples in her ass, then her pussy, until a flood of warm pussy juice anointed the slut’s chest as her reward was complete.

Holding Sarah’s head by her dreadlocks, the fully satisfied Maisy pulled her mouth to her pussy, and discharged the entire contents of her bladder into Sarah’s well-trained mouth, noting with admiration that she never wasted a drop. Winston really had struck gold here-the slut was a natural.

Maisy dressed, collected her gear, and, after kissing Sarah deeply on the mouth and promising to come and see her again real soon, departed, leaving the masters with their slut.

“Go and fix some coffee, Sarah. Don’t forget your special cream. Once we’ve had a break, we have some modifications for you, which both we, and your adoring public, think will assist your rehabilitation.”

Wondering what was in store for her, She moved awkwardly to the kitchen, the urethral sound hindering her somewhat.

Returning with a tray, they sat and talked whilst they took coffee. Winston asked how Pete had been this morning, smiling inwardly at the dilemma that would face him later when he opened his packages of silkies. Sarah explained about the bells, and how upset he was, but, blushing, didn’t add the part about wanking him. Listening carefully, Winston said “ anything you want to add, slut?” in a menacing tone, and Sarah realised that they knew. Unaware of the listening devices planted about the house, she had no idea how he knew, but the damage was done, as she quickly explained how sorry she had felt for him, and how she had not drunk the cum herself. Winston gave nothing away as he finished his coffee, and Ceebert took her back to the couch, where some of his equipment had appeared on the table beside it.

“We, along with your public, have been impressed with the way you wear your dreads with pride. We also are very excited about the darkening of your cookies. We have decided that being ‘Africanized’ suits you. We have bought you this dress to go to work in on Monday,” announced Winston. Ceebert produced a beautiful silk tiger-skin print kaftan dress that could have come straight out of Maisy’s wardrobe. It was so fine and diaphanous that every lump and bump of her nipple furniture would be unmissable under the fabric, even if she wore a camisole. She thanked her Masters, telling them, truthfully, that it was beautiful. She felt a lump in her throat when Ceebert added matching tiger print 5-inch heels, and she wondered if that was a personal touch from him, or part of the plan

“To further add to this image, Sarah, we have decided to modify your eyebrows to a shape more like an African woman would have”, and as he added this, Ceebert produced a can of shaving foam and started soaping up her eyebrows. Picking a safety razor from the table, and a towel, he pulled the skin on her forehead taut and with two deft strokes, removed her eyebrows from her face. As he wiped away the excess foam with the towel, she looked a little like a very pretty chemotherapy victim, but that image was short lived, as Ceebert picked up his black tattoo gun, and quickly inked in fine, highly arched eyebrows above each eye, making the framework above each eye that much wider, enabling her to be much more liberal with her eye make-up, hopefully to startling effect.

Once done, he told her to stay laid there, and produced his vernier scale and black marker pen.

“We have decided that a barbell piercing just above the bridge of your nose will draw further attention to your new eyebrows. Also, several have requested a ball closure ring through the gristle between your nostrils. known as the septum. Because of the acute embarrassment this will cause at work, I have approved this mod as well. Finally, you will recall that, when we gave you your vertical bars for stretching your cookies, we promised that if successful, we would add horizontal ones. No-one can deny how successful your cookie-stretching regime has been, but now they are becoming oval, so time to stretch them downwards as well. It is paramount that your cookies reach their full 5 inch wide target as soon as possible, particularly as they are darkening, swelling and pimpling up quite magnificently. I want your 5-inch wide Africanized slut-nips to be impossible to hide before the end of the summer. Every citizen of this town who sees you must know of their status as soon as possible. We will add the piercings today, and the stretchers early next week”.

Feeling orgasmic spasms building as Winston discussed her like one would a trophy, Sarah waited for Ceebert to finish marking her, before licking her lips as she watched him peel open the needle packets ready to add to her furniture.

Half an hour later, Sarah sported a Gold barbell between, but just below her eyes, a small but chunky gold septum ring, and two more hefty large gauge barbells in her cookies as anchorage points for further stretching. Even though everyone present now expected it, she was still embarrassed when she had an intense anal orgasm as the 2.4mm needle pushed through her cookie meat the second time.

Admiring his handiwork, Ceebert again had to suppress his desires as he admired the beautiful African butterfly that was gradually emerging from its white chrysalis.

“ You look wonderful, slut- such a pity that now we come to the punishment” said Winston. “You have wantonly and deliberately handled a white cock this morning, and even brought it to orgasm. We accept your pleas that you didn’t swallow the cum, as should have been a reflex action-however, this does not excuse your behaviour. First you will take the size 7 sound, which wasn’t scheduled for today.”

“”Yes Master” she gulped, and bit her crimson lip hard as the number 6 was removed, and the number 7 was gradually and forcefully pushed home. Sarah took pride in the fact that she remembered to thank him for the gift, despite her discomfort.

“Now you will receive 20 cane strokes, ten to each breast. Present breasts, slut”

Gulping, but accepting the inevitability of the punishment, the tattooed beauty obediently stood and cupped both of her now very heavily modified breasts so that they were presented more like a gift than a target, and counted each stroke out loud, thanking her Master convincingly for each blow, as Winston carefully but powerfully laid ten stripes across the quivering surface of each offered breast. Already oversensitized by the venom injected earlier, the pain levels built until, as the last blow landed, the pain/pleasure thresholds met, and she collapsed in an orgasm of an intensity that reflected the pain she felt.

Giving the sobbing slut a while to compose herself, they packed Ceebert’s regalia away. When she had regained some semblance of awareness, Ceebert removed the urethral sound, and, as her piss-hole returned to normal, he re-catheterised her, and closed her chastity shield, fixing the padlock securely in place Winston decided to tell her about tomorrow’s adventure before they both took her upstairs and spit-roasted her for the afternoon.

Producing a transparent playsuit, not unlike her silk teddies, that was open at the crutch, and unzipped at the front, Winston handed it to Sarah. She gasped- it was gossamer thin- not unlike a condom, and seemed to stretch almost to infinity. It was quite the most extraordinary material she had ever felt. It was as soft as silk, but as sensuous and kinky as latex, and totally see-through.

“Tomorrow, you will be re-visiting the soul café. Your viewers were most excited by seeing your chest covered in hickeys. They need refreshing, and should look even better accompanied by the stripes I just gave you. You will wear this garment under your dress. Nothing else apart from hold-ups and shoes. The reason for the latex teddy will become plain before you leave. This time, as well as hickeys, they are allowed access to your ass. You may find you are in for quite a long day.”

Excited beyond belief, the breathless slut was still thanking her masters as they led her upstairs for a spit roasting, as Winston took maximum advantage of the fact that her colon now thrived on swallowing his vast manhood whole, and Ceebert enjoyed her ever increasing oral expertise on his pierced sacks and shaft before plundering her throat and filling her belly with his seed.

Leaving a sore and exhausted Sarah to suck the seed from her feeding plug before removing it and showering, Winston and Ceebert left late that afternoon, both fully satisfied with their Saturday so far.

As Sarah popped the plug from her ransacked anus, she noted that, so easily did it plop in and out now that she doubted she could retain it whilst walking along. Enjoying a long and luxurious shower, she carefully washed her new piercings, and enjoyed the freedom she felt when she washed her face and felt no eyebrows.

Towelling herself dry, she eagerly sat at her dresser and experimented with making up her new eye-lines, enjoying the much greater area that she now had in which to apply her eye shadow. Eventually, she got it just how she wanted it, and in the mirror, a deadlocked, high eyebrowed white African with facial jewellery looked enticingly back at her. Totally satisfied, and feeling impossibly feminine, she applied perfume, and then slipped into baby pink French knickers and camisole, pink garter belt, white stockings, and pink 3 inch pumps.

As she went back downstairs to prepare supper, Pete was already back, and kissed her enthusiastically, gasping in admiration at how hot she looked.

“Thanks Hun- but look, don’t touch? I already got punished once for being nice to you today...that’s what these stripes are for”

Staring wide eyed at the wounds on his wife’s chest as she pulled her camisole down to show him, and immediately aroused at her new cookie piercings, he sat quietly and listened as she sat and talked him through the day’s modifications, becoming more and more aroused as she calmly described how she was quite literally their plaything to mould and modify as they chose.

When she casually mentioned the packages for him in his room, he nearly ran to check them out as Sarah busied herself with supper.

Tearing open the packs, Pete laid all his new lingerie and nightwear out on the bed. He now had most of Sarah’s large collection of silkies mirrored in his own size, although there will some very special items he hadn’t tracked down yet.

Fortunately, he had the exact pink twin set that she wore this evening, and stockings and garter belt that were a close enough match.

He laid them very carefully on his pillow, and then packed the rest away.

Grabbing a shower, he dithered and hesitated after towelling himself dry, before plucking up the courage, and slipping into the pink panties, surprising himself at how good the silk felt. Clipping the garter belt around his waist, he rolled stockings up his legs, fumbling somewhat with the clasps before eventually securing the hose around his thighs. Pulling the camisole over his head, he told himself it didn’t really feel that wonderful- it was just a means to an end- and pulled loose jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt over his pink finery, convincing himself that with luck no-one would call tonight and his secret would go un-noticed.

Sitting down to their meal, Sarah wondered why he kept shuffling in his seat, never dreaming that he was starting to enjoy the explosion of tactile sensations that cross-dressing could bring.

As he helped her clear away, he was grateful for the opportunity to walk around, as the almost silent whisper of stocking tops rubbing together reminded him of where these amazing sensations were coming from.

Settling down for the evening, they were half way into a passably good movie, when the door opened, and Leroy’s two young cousins, Cecil and Clyde breezed arrogantly into the room. Clicking his fingers as one would at a waiter, Clyde summoned Sarah to the hallway, where he held her mating collar expectantly.

“Good evening Masters”, said an enthusiastic Sarah, bowing her dreadlocked head to accept the collar, then dropping to all fours, and allowing herself to be led eagerly upstairs, her mating bell tinkling suggestively as she went.

Having been totally ignored by the youths, Pete waited until the bedroom door had closed, before peeling off his outer clothes, and padding upstairs in his stockings and lingerie, and tapping submissively on the door, before asking the lads for permission to watch then violate his pretty, but increasingly Africanized bride.

Fighting back the tears as they ridiculed his panty-clad ass, they let him in, clearly having been told this part of the rules, and Pete’s eyes met those of his incredulous wife, as she took in the depths of humiliation he was prepared to undergo to witness her rehabilitation.

Wanking openly and unashamedly, the cuckold listened to the bell ring into the small hours as the two lads made up for the size their cocks lacked compared to their uncle and his friends by forcing both of their cocks into Sarah’s cavernous anus at the same time. As she screamed in ecstasy at the double penetration, and begged them to fuck her harder, Pete soiled his brand new pink French silk with his pitiful white squirts.