Sarah under Control

Unhooking the mating collar from the slender neck of the exhausted slut who lay sleeping, her doubly violated anus gaping obscenely as it seemed to have given up the struggle to ever close fully again, the two cocksure teenagers paused briefly to wipe their now flaccid members clean on Pete’s new pink camisole before ruffling the blushing cuckold’s hair teasingly on their way out of the bedroom, pausing only to hang the mating collar prominently by the front door before exiting into what was left of the night.

Waking several hours later, Sarah was immediately aware of the throbbing in her anal sphincter, as the memories of her first ever double anal penetration flooded back to her. Reaching round to touch her ass-pussy, she was both alarmed and proud to note that it still gaped, even all these hours later. Alarmed because she was no longer able to kid herself that her anus would ever be the same again, and was surely not only damaged beyond repair, but destined to become more so as her rehabilitation continued….but proud because if it was her Masters’ desire that her anus be ruined, it was her duty to do everything in her power to make that ruination as complete as possible.

Performing her three routine enemas, she noticed that she had to pump the bulb several more times to hold the plugs in place this morning, and took comfort from the fact that she was becoming what they needed her to be.

After a long shower, and a relaxing make-up and perfume session, she slipped a yellow satin baby doll nightie on that didn’t cover her padlocks, and went down to fix some breakfast. Pete was at the sink washing the evidence of last night’s cuckoldry from his new pink lingerie, which was hand wash only, and he flushed profusely when Sarah noted that he was still sporting an erection despite his excessive wanking earlier.

Kissing his cheek, and starting to enjoy the effect her new sexuality had on his poor little white manhood, she made a show of gliding around the kitchen as if nothing was any different to any other Sunday morning of their marriage. The obscene stretching of her labia by the padlocks, the unmistakeable outlines of her slut-nip furniture, the dreadlocks, facial piercings and, most of all, her outrageous tattoos all screamed the intensity of her rehabilitation at him, yet she acted as if she was just another soccer mom fixing breakfast. Finally the tension was just too much, and Pete could contain his frustration no longer.

Turning to face her, his pathetic erection jutting before him, he simply whispered “ please?”

“Please what, pet?” she teased.

“Please help me...I am so fuckin horny” he sobbed, not looking her in the eye.

“You know the rules Pete…I got punished last time, and besides, you aren’t even dressed properly”

Grumpily hanging his pink twin set up to dry, Pete sulked off to his bedroom, and Sarah sat down to eat waffles with her coffee and juice.

As she finished, her husband re-appeared, now wearing an exact copy of her yellow baby doll. Feeling a wave of affection and sympathy for the complete and rapid subjugation he had undergone in order to be a small part of her adventure, she capitulated, and called him over to her.

“Now that you’re a pretty boy again, maybe I can help you with your little problem after all” she said sexily. Go and fetch a juice glass- we can’t have your little white dick spilling any of your pitiful load on my carpet now, can we?” she teased, surprising herself at how easily she slipped into the role of tormentor simply because she knew her masters would want it that way.

As he returned, tumbler in hand, she teased her scarlet fingernails across the purpleness of his engorged helmet, and then surpassed herself by inventively scooping one of her breasts out of her nightie and slowly teasing the eye of his cock with her teat stretcher before sliding the ball of the barbell into his eye. Gasping at the new sensation, Pete felt his groin tighten as his wife’s heavily modified slut-nip brought him to the brink of another orgasm. Sensing the moment was nigh, and not wanting his white muck on her lovely chest, she popped her breast back inside. Guiding his hand to the padlocks between her legs, she again had him savour their weight as she encouraged him to move them softly up and down as, flicking her heavily pierced tongue in his ear as she whispered encouragement, her slender hand stroked and eased him to an earth-shattering cum. With a loud moan, he spurted a surprisingly copious delivery into the tumbler she held under his helmet.

“Good boy” she cooed, as he obediently tipped the tumbler into his mouth and swallowed his own seed as his wife stroked his head affectionately.

Pouring another coffee and again acting as if nothing had happened, she returned to her bedroom to dress ready for her visit to the Soul café. Just as she laid the transparent latex body out on the bed, again marvelling at its tactile loveliness, the door opened and Ceebert walked in with her morning injections.

As they administered her medicine, Pete heard the groans of pleasure start as his slut wife gave herself up to the pleasures on invenomation by syringe, and then had the ironic pleasure of listen to her receive twenty cane punishment strokes to her magnificent, and now undeniably growing breasts as a result of her confessing her charitable deed to her Master. He was shocked to hear the attentions of the cane extract yet another orgasm from his seemingly insatiable wife.

Before he left, Ceebert told her to make no plans for this evening as he and the other Masters had been particularly impressed by one of her viewer’s suggestions for her next tattoo, and wanted to start on it today, as it would take several sittings. Ceebert had decided he would bring his guns and ink to her this evening, as it would be amusing for the cuckold to listen to his wife being permanently marked with the fantasy of a black internet viewer she had never even met. As he would only do the outline today, he only needed his black gun and ink, so not much equipment had to be carried.

Thanking Master Ceebert and bidding him goodbye, she applied more perfume, wincing as it stung when it landed on the fresh stripes across her breasts; and freshened up her very slutty make-up. Unable to resist any longer, she slithered into the latex body, marvelling at the way it hugged her body like a second skin yet left every detail of her modifications clearly visible, as she pulled the zip up to the top of her cleavage, she felt like someone had sprayed clear-coat on her body, such was the intimacy of the garment’s fit. Enjoying the coolness of the air on her still naked crotch, she selected a yellow silk button-up dress that was quite translucent in the sun, and added yellow sheer thigh-high hold-ups and 4-inch heels.

Checking herself out in the mirror, she had to admit she looked hot, and, given that it was already a sunny day, felt sure that many townsfolk would be checking out the outlines of her ink as she undulated to the café. The throbbing of the venom coursing through her slut-nips made her surge with pre-orgasmic excitement at the new level her exhibitionism was about to reach.

Enjoying the slack-jawed look of amazement that Pete gave her when he saw the way she was dressed, and refusing his speculative offer of a lift, she walked out into the sunshine and happily strode to whatever awaited her, knowing that it would be an honour to obey. As heads turned, Sarah found she barely noticed the looks that white folk gave her this morning, such was their irrelevance- but whenever a black citizen turned to admire the modified slut, she smiled back in appreciation and basked in the pleasure that she gained from their inspection. By the time she reached the Soul café, she was hot and breathless, and it wasn’t from the summer temperature. Walking confidently up to the bar, she smiled at Patrick, and said with genuine enthusiasm “Good Morning Sir”

“ Good morning, little slut Sarah” replied the dignified old barkeep.” Don’t you look lovely today with your new piercings and hair and the like?” he enthused, and a background murmur of agreement made her feel safe and at home.

“ I was wondering, Sir, if the pool room was busy, and if so, may I be allowed to go in and ask the young Sirs a favour?” enquired the slut

“ As always on a Sunday, it is packed-must be over 20 of the young brothers in there. They’ll be delighted to see you- I’ll take you down” he beamed, and led the lovely lamb to the lion’s den.

Opening the door and releasing a cloud of ganja-flavoured smoke, Patrick cleared his throat, and said “ There’s a young lady here wants to ask you dudes a favour”, as a chorus of “Hi Sarah”, “ Welcome back” and other such platitudes rang around the room.

As silence fell, Patrick said “ Ask away then, slut”

“ Um….I have been told that my web cast viewers like to see my chest covered in hickeys, and would like to see some on my back and thighs as well. I was hoping the young Sirs would help me out?” stammered the suddenly nervous Sarah, as the reality of asking a roomful of virtual strangers to eat her alive dawned on her. In anticipation of their answer, she automatically unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it, standing before them in just a transparent body and her yellow hose and heels.

“Why sure, lil lady, hop up here,” gestured one of the older lads, and she climbed up on the empty pool table as instructed.

As eager young hands unzipped her body and rolled it down to her waist, her magnificent and much modified breasts spilled out before them. Patrick appeared with a tumbler full of straws.

“ Master Winston has sent a message. Five of you get to fuck the slut in the ass today. The other 20 of you get to hickey her up, and then cum on that wonderful chest. Gotta take care not to spill any though. It’s all gotta be on her skin when you’re done. Five straws got a brown tip…whoever pulls those gets her ass” announced Patrick, as he handed the tumbler around the room.

A little confused, Sarah’s head swam as the eighteen year olds drew straws, each one who was luck enough to draw brown whooping with delight.

As five black youths with grins like split water melons queued at the foot of the table, pants around their ankles, Patrick told Sarah to lie face down for the first ass-fuck, so that the less lucky twenty could cover her back and shoulders with hickeys. Once he was spent, the other four would, unusually, fuck her on her back. Usually she was duty bound to receive black cock in her ass whilst knelt like a dog, but there was no way they could cover her breasts with their cum unless she was on her back, so an exception was made, he explained.

Turning obediently and excitedly into her stomach, Sarah felt the first young cock slide into her wanton anus, encountering little resistance, and was just starting to milk the cock with her rectum, feeling the sensations build, when she felt the suction of several young mouths on her shoulders and back as they took it in turns to cover her pale alabaster skin in hickeys, avoiding only the tattooed areas. Totally overwhelmed by all the sensations at once, Sarah slipped into a swirling pit of ever increasing anal orgasms, as her plundering gathered pace. Barely noticing as they rolled her onto her back, she eagerly accepted the second cock into her slut ass-pussy, as the hungry mouths started turning her recently cane-marked chest into a minefield of angry red hickeys. Moaning ever louder as the whirlpool of sensations threatened to overwhelm her, she felt the third, then the fourth cock discharge their bounty into her colon. As the fifth and final member invaded her back passage, she was dimly aware that the mouths had gone, and that Patrick had pulled her latex body back up onto her shoulders, and was holding it wide open like a transparent funnel, as two ten-deep queues formed either side of her chest, and she felt the first of twenty hot, copious loads of wonderful black semen anoint her splendid bosom, As her orgasm built from the fifth cock in her ass, she felt shot after shot of cum flood her chest, and enjoyed the sensation of it running past her breasts and under her arms to gather around he latex-clad back. As the final orgasm ripped through her, she screamed aloud, and the last few deliveries of cum hosed across her cookies, hanging briefly from the metalwork of her stretchers before gathering deep inside the latex envelope. As she fought not to lose consciousness from the power of the last orgasm, she felt Patrick draw the zip of her body back up to her cleavage, and her tattooed and pierced torso enjoyed the feeling of being completely immersed in semen. Gasping aloud with pleasure as young hands stroked her chest and back, massaging the fluid around her body, turning her into a “cum-Chrysalis”, she looked down at her latex clad chest and saw the precious fluid moving with a life of its own across her chest, exploring ever crevice of her upper body as it covered her very being with it’s liquid wonder, the new hickeys and recent cane stripes as clearly visible as the nipple furniture on her chest, and the ink on her back. The feelings the overall presentation gave her went beyond orgasmic, as she felt as near to perfection as she thought it was possible to be.

As the youths helped the sobbing, floppy slut to her feet. Patrick held the tumbler that had held the straws under her gaping anus and caught the five loads that dwelt within. Taking the offered vessel, Sarah gulped the contents down greedily, thanking her young conquerors profusely for the gifts they had given her. As she slipped unsteadily into her dress and buttoned it up, she became aware that every time she moved, she felt the sensations of a cum bath all over again, as the fluid slid between her skin and it’s wrapper. Suddenly the genius of her masters dawned on her- she was to walk home in the summer sun, taking a perpetual cum bath in public, every step bringing her pleasure as she walked home. The thought took her breath away, but nothing on earth would have stopped her taking that walk.

Accepting Patrick’s offer of a drink before she began her walk of pleasure, she again profusely thanked her young Masters, before leaving them to their pool, and sitting in the bar enjoying a beer with Patrick, who fussed over her like a mother hen. Many of the regulars made a point of coming and saying hi, as she enjoyed her beer, and the majority of them stroked her back as they said their hellos, adding to the sensations as the semen hugged her shoulders relentlessly.

Beer drained, she reluctantly said her goodbyes, and began the longest walk of her life, as she savoured every single step of her cum-immersed journey, stopping several times and holding onto a streetlight as the orgasmic waves that accompanied her every step threatened to make her legs give out. As she eventually arrived home, she was exhausted, and only her desire not to disobey her standing orders regarding her in-house dress prevented her from flopping in the couch and sleeping.

Avoiding Pete, who was watching TV, she slipped upstairs. In her current state of post orgasmic euphoria, she was totally incapable of conversation. As she reached her suite, it suddenly dawned on her that the experience was over- her instructions were specific- lingerie or sleepwear only when at home. As she took off her dress and hose, and stood in her shower and unzipped the cum-filled latex body, genuine tears of distress rolled down her cheeks as the sensations ended, and the heavenly body lotion was washed down the drain as she showered away the sperm, but not the memory. After thoroughly cleaning the latex body she hung it up to dry, sincerely hoping it would not be long before she was instructed to wear it again.

Slipping into some powder blue satin lingerie, she refreshed her make-up, admiring the multitude of hickeys that covered her upper body- she looked like she had been caught in a hail of rubber bullets.

Still unable to face Pete, she lay on her bed and drifted into an exhausted and blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

Later that afternoon, she was awakened by Ceebert. Genuinely pleased to see her Master, she hugged him sleepily, and told him all about her day. Listening appreciatively, he smiled with satisfaction at the glazed look even recounting the experience brought to the slut’s eyes. Seeing how exhausted she still was, he decided to tattoo her on her bed, and slipped the flimsy blue camisole over her shoulders, drinking in the many hickeys that now accompanied the stripes he had recently applied to her chest.

As he set up his tattoo regalia, he explained that he was going to tattoo her stomach this evening. One of her fans had suggested that her belly button looked rather like her anus when it gaped after use, so why didn’t they turn it into the centrepiece of a tattoo of her kneeling obediently after a whole evening’s ass-fucking? The rest of the afternoon and the early evening was spent outlining a kneeling Sarah, tattoos and piercings as they currently stood, mating collar around her neck, padlocks swinging from her labia, as her cute little belly button formed the perfect centrepiece as a dead ringer for the gaping mineshaft that was once her anus. As Pete listened to the incessant drone of the tattoo gun, his pitiful member again throbbingly erect, he could never have dreamed that the portrait of his wife that centred around her anus shaped navel was unlifelike, for now, in one major department. Ceebert’s portrait artistry, as always, was photo grade, as the unmistakeably lovely features of his wife looked seductively over her shoulder back at the tattooist. The one part that wasn’t accurate was that, where the head of the tattooed beauty sported sexy dreadlocks, the slut looking back over her shoulder in the tattoo on her belly was shaved bald!

Winston was now so confident that she was ready to take the final step, he had already ordered it to be etched on her skin.

What Sarah did not know was that she was going to have to earn the right, to beg, and to plumb new depths even for her before he finally granted what was shortly to become her most urgent wish.

So tender was Ceebert with his favoured slave that she even managed to doze a little as he adorned her belly with her next work of art.

Finishing, he packed his gear away, and allowed her to worship his cock with her pierced tongue and practiced mouth before leaving her to sleep. After all, she had a busy day at work tomorrow.

Such was her trust in Ceebert, she didn’t even look at her new tattoo until she woke the next morning. Why should she? -It was her duty to wear his art with pride, whatever was depicted.

Apologies to my good friend WLT for the unashamed use of his phrase “cum-chrysalis” A blatant rip-off, but too good to miss.