Sarah under Control

Author’s note: Many thanks to Paula P for her assistance with this chapter. Paula has guest-written the urethral sex passage. If anyone else has an interest in “guesting” for part or all of one chapter, please let me know?

As Sarah ascended the stairs into the insurance office, the satisfying clunk of the brass that hung so reassuringly heavily between her legs served as a welcome reminder of her new status in life. Clutching the signed documents in her hand, she took a deep breath, and knocked on Mac’s door, entering in one motion as his indifferent grunt of invitation was heard. Presenting the new business from Roger with gusto, she waited proudly as Mac flicked through it with a look of pleasant surprise.

“I’m impressed, Sarah- how did you manage this? We’ve been after this account for a while now” he enthused.

“I just used my charm, Mac” she blushed, as the feelings of the corn snakes invading her wanton slut body came back to her and caused her slut-nips and anus to spasm in unison, forcing a gasp to escape from her crimson lips involuntarily.

“What’s up?” inquired Mac, more from habit than interest.

“Oh, nothing- just pleased with the day’s work” she countered, and went happily back to her desk to catch up on stuff before home time.

Mac could not resist the urge to recheck the link to deep_inside_sarah that he had received earlier. Although unable to access much without membership, he could see enough from the previews to understand what Sarah had become, and reflected on how such an abject slut could land such an important account in one visit.

As she worked her way through her office emails, she eventually caught up, having already learnt to ignore the surreptitious glances and offstage whispers that the rest of the office directed her way during the afternoon. With an hour still to go until home time, she logged on to her webcast account and opened the inbox. Gasping aloud, she saw that over 300 suggestions had accumulated over the weekend. As she worked through them, she found a good half were tattoo suggestions-it appeared her role as a human canvas was being enthusiastically received, and Master Ceebert was in danger of running out of space should every idea put forward make it into her skin. Of the other half, she was astonished that the kinkiness and extremeness of many of the suggestions still shocked her, despite the huge descent into depravity she had already achieved. Feeling duty bound to respect her Masters’ judgement; she forwarded all except the scat based ones, which she still found too disgusting to even contemplate

(A point not lost on Winston when he audited the inbox). Thus she voluntarily forwarded a portfolio of suggestions that included a variety of animals, journeys into pain that were uncharted territory, and a range of tattoos that would make the most hardened pervert blush to her Masters in the full knowledge that some or all of them would become real in the very near future. Far from be embarrassed or scared, she felt a mix of pride and excitement as her future rehabilitation went further and further out of reach of her control.

Just as she was closing down her mailbox, a pretty, olive skinned, elfin girl from accounts walked nervously up to her desk and asked if she had a minute. Sarah vaguely knew her, and was pleased when she remembered her name correctly as Paula.

“Sure, Paula- take a seat-what’s on your mind?” said the slut warmly.

Hesitating as if scared to start something that would be hard to stop, Paula eventually stammered into life..

“I hope you don’t mind, Sarah, but I clicked on that link that we all received earlier? I haven’t been able to take my mind off it since, and spent all lunchtime looking at the previews. I even tried to join, but you have to prove you are a black man to gain membership, which obviously I am not. The previews are exciting enough though. I was wondering if you could explain what changed you from the little cock teaser that we all hated a few weeks ago into what you have now become? I personally think it is a wonderful transformation, and I so admire your honesty and bravery, unlike most of the rest. Hell, most of the guys say they haven’t even clicked on the link yet, but they all have; they’re just too scared of their cosy vanilla lifestyles to admit it”.

“ Thanks Paula” replied the slut, feeling good things about the honesty of this young hot chick who she had previously taken no notice of, being far too busy flaunting her chest at the male office staff.

Taking her time, she explained how she had been shown her earlier worthlessness by her Masters, and how they were bestowing the singular honor of rehabilitation upon her, turning her previously pointless and ornamental body into a work of art for the enjoyment of black men at their leisure. Paula gasped as Sarah went into detail, omitting only the part about the blackmail, which now seemed of no relevance.

When she finished, Paula, who was nearly squirming with excitement at such an open and honest description of willing submission, said breathlessly

“I so envy you- I hate my ex husband with a vengeance. He used to take me for granted, and take what he wanted sexually with no thought for my own enjoyment. I left the pencil dicked wanker- but I would love to hurt him by being used by real men in the public domain like you.”

“ Paula, I don’t hate my husband- he realised this was what I needed, and is now quite encouraging in the process” Sarah corrected, wondering how best to explain his compliance. Deciding honest was the best policy, she explained about his cross dressing, outlining the fact that it was his way of earning the right to participate in her rehabilitation. Paula could not contain her excitement

“Oh my god Sarah- that is the hottest thing ever. You are so lucky. Do you think your Masters would have any interest in another slut who needs guidance? I discovered after I walked out on pencil-dick that I have a strong submissive side. The last affair I had was with a dominant man who used to share me with his friends. “Used by all”, he used to call me when they discussed me. Sadly that relationship came to an end, and I have been unfulfilled ever since”

Sarah took in what Paula had said, and was shocked to realise that the suggestion of another white girl (albeit quite Hispanic in appearance) being available to her Masters filled her with jealousy to the point that she had to suppress an angry reply. Calming herself, she realised that it was not her call to police who her Masters took an interest in, and she agreed to mention Paula’s suggestion to Master Winston this evening. She took a snapshot of Paula on her mobile to show him, and , gushing excitement, Paula left to shut her workstation down as home time arrived.

Sarah felt her excitement mounting as she exited the office to collect her lift home. A horn sounded, and Winston’s pimpmobile swept up to the kerb, Winston at the wheel, resplendent in a white designer suit. The few of her workmates that had accompanied her exiting the building looked on in astonishment as the huge bald black man hopped out of the car to greet her, and the silken clad slut knelt briefly in greeting before her Master before he opened the door, and another, equally dapper but dreadlocked man mountain enthusiastically greeted her as she hopped in beside him. As Winston jumped back in the drivers seat and pulled away with a squeal of tires, it was impossible to miss the pretty blond dreadlocked head descending greedily into the passenger’s lap as the pimpmobile sped off. As Sarah hungrily took Leroy’s helmet in her lipsticked mouth, sighing with the same relief that someone rescued from the desert gets from their first drink, she slobbered and worshipped on his mighty glans before slowly, smoothly and effortlessly taking his mighty length past her gullet and into her throat, where it remained for the ride home.

As the slut gobbled and milked on Leroy’s shaft with an enthusiasm that even for her was impressive, Winston explained, whilst driving, what the rest of the day held in store.

“I hope your first day at work went well, Black Cock Slut Sarah,” boomed Winston.

“I know you are too occupied to speak right now, so just listen, and you can fill me in on your day when we get home” he teased.

“Ceebert and Louis are joining us for supper tonight. We are celebrating the success of the Sarah website. Income is spiralling and it is becoming quite lucrative. Designer dresses like the African queen one you wore to work to day can be expected to become everyday treats. I originally planned to use the income from the site to pay you a wage so that you have no need to work, and can spend all day as our plaything. It has since become apparent that it is a vital part of your rehabilitation to spend a little time back at the office before you “retire”- money will not now be a problem- the income from the new memberships this afternoon alone as a result of the movie of your visit to the pet store being posted would pay this year’s wages for you (Leroy felt the slut’s throat muscles squeeze his shaft harder than usual as the shock that she had been filmed with the snakes sunk in). You are clearly going to keep your Masters well catered for financially… which seems reasonable recompense for your rehabilitation. Ceebert’s work on your lily-white skin alone would already run to thousands if you were paying...and will eventually reach six figures before it is finished. Tonight, you will cook for the four of us. Your stomach acid levels will not yet be sufficient for you to eat, so you will wait on us, and take only liquids yourself. While you cook, Ceebert and I will spend some time with the wimp. He has been most co-operative to date, and we have decided to reward him with some rehabilitation of his own, should he choose to take it. His choice is simple- he can stay as he is, and earn the right to watch us use you on occasion by dressing in lingerie that matches yours. Alternatively, we will allow him some participation if he agrees to be rehabilitated. He will be allowed to fuck you, although under supervision, if he agrees to undergo full feminisation. This will include growing his hair, wearing make-up, full female attire. He will be given complyormone to help him, and hormones to develop breasts. The choice will be entirely his. If he agrees, we will pay him wages from the website income, and he can become a domestic to serve us. If he is keen enough to still be allowed to fuck you, this will be the price he pays. He will decide this evening.

All four of us will, after dinner, place you in your mating collar and take you upstairs for some serious action. You probably need some real cock after all those snakes? We will leave you when we are all fully satisfied. I will collect you and take you to work tomorrow.”

Sarah’s worshipping of Leroy’s cock became more and more feverish as Winston’s words sank in. Pete was to be allowed to fuck her-that would stop the feelings of guilt she still had about him. If he loved her enough, she was sure he wouldn’t mind being a little bit girlie for her? She had four real men to fuck her all night, as well as the chance to repay her husband a little for his understanding. She felt an overpowering sense of well-being, as she felt Leroy’s cock start to pulse. Pushing her pretty dreadlocked head firmly into his lap, she look his entire length down her neck, and cheekily flicked her heavily modified tongue across the leathery skin of his ball bag as the spasms began. Leroy grunted like a wounded buffalo as the entire contents of his mighty sacs cascaded into the hungry slut’s stomach, while she tongue-bathed his scrotum like she was enjoying a Popsicle. As the scalding hot sperm hit her stomach, Sarah went into a mini orgasm, as Leroy squeezed her slut-nips quite hard, and her anal contractions redoubled in strength as he squeezed.

As the car slid onto her driveway, Leroy’s now limp cock slipped from her lips with a pop, and she grinned like the cat that got the cream as her evening began.

Pete wasn’t yet home, so Winston and Leroy sat in the kitchen as Sarah came back downstairs after having changed into the house regulation dress and made coffee, her beautiful damson silk teddy and matching hold-ups whispering when they rubbed together as she moved.

“ So how was your first day back at work, slut?” asked Leroy.

Sarah explained enthusiastically about the pet store, the adventure with the janitor, and her various colleagues’ reactions to her new persona. She also mentioned Paula, and showed Winston her photo, which seemed to interest him. She spoke gleefully until she came to the part about Mac, and a tear welled in her eye as she recounted his instructions to her about her appearance. Winston’s look became thunderous as he listened, and when she had finished, he spoke quietly

“One of the advantages about being owned by us is that we look after our property, Sarah. You will make a special effort to dress as sluttily as possible tomorrow. I will bring a new dress with me when I pick you up, along with some other accoutrements. I will escort you to your office tomorrow, and speak with Mr McHugh. I can safely say that his attitude to you will change as from tomorrow. Trust me on that?”

Sarah dissolved into floods of tears as he spoke. She did trust him-totally. In a few worlds he had instantly put her mind at rest. She knew with absolute conviction that he would make it right, and relaxed in blissful awe at his power. She felt total security for the first time in her life, and dropped to her knees before him and begged him to allow her to worship his ass with her tongue. She hadn’t been called upon to rim much recently, and suddenly, at that point, the overpowering intimacy of adoring her master’s anus with a tongue that they had modified with that purpose in mind was all that she craved. Nothing else would do. Smiling, Winston dropped his pants and leaned across the kitchen bar, where he enjoyed ten minutes of heaven as his slut explored the deeper parts of his anus with her dextrous and eager tongue, before the pleasure overpowered him, and he urged her to take him in her mouth just in time, as her scarlet lips closed around his helmet just as the spasms started, and as she greedily drank from him, she teased every last drop out by lovingly massaging his prostate with her perfectly manicured middle finger.

As Winston waited for the strength to return to his legs, he pulled up his pants, and sat down, at which point the now satisfied slut poured him coffee, and went about the business of preparing a meal for four men and one wimp.

After a while, Louis and Ceebert arrived, and the four were sat drinking beer and chatting merrily when Pete returned. As he walked in, he blushed strongly; not just at the fact that four men whom his wife openly served sat in his house drinking beer; but also at the fact he was certain that Winston had told them that he wore lingerie under his suit.

“Hey, pencil dick-wanna beer, or do want to go change into some fresh panties first?” teased Ceebert, confirming his fears.

Blushing, Pete hurried into his room, and was halfway through changing when Winston walked uninvited in to join him.

“ Time to talk” said Winston. It wasn’t a suggestion.

Looking comical in his yellow lingerie, Pete meekly sat down and listened as Winston began.

“ We have been pleased with your co-operation so far. Your wife is a fast and willing learner, and her rehab is progressing well. We would like you to take a more active role in it. Would you like to fuck her tonight?”

Shocked, Pete stammered “ Yes please Master”, and then wondered why he had used that word.

Winston explained that this concession could only be earned by complete feminisation, and went on to explain exactly what the rehabilitation would involve. Pete listened, looking shocked at the mention of injections and long hair and make-up, but interested at the concept of being paid by them to stay at home, living off the income of his wife’s sluthood.

As he finished his explanation, he let his words sink in, and then asked the life-changing question

“This is a one off offer….I need an answer now. If it’s yes, then your rehab starts here, and you get to fuck your wife tonight. If it’s no, the offer will not be repeated”

Watching the wimp wrestle with such a momentous decision, Winston was surprised when, after just a few moments, the blushing wimp said “ Please start my rehabilitation, Master”

Although he was sure the decision was based mainly on the prospect of fucking the lovely Sarah, it was made, and was irreversible. If only he knew that part of the plan was that Sarah found him plundering her urethra so traumatic that the last bonds between them would vanish, and he would fuck her less and less, and eventually only if they felt she needed punishment, then maybe he would have arrived at a different answer. He called Ceebert in to start the process.

As Ceebert entered the room, he carried with him the Gladstone bag in which he kept his equipment. As he set it down and rummaged, Winston explained.

We’re going to give you an injection of a substance called Complyormone. This will make your acceptance of your new role easier to handle (He didn’t mention either that the same substance coursed in abundance through his slut wife’s veins, or that it was liberally laced with female hormones). You will be injected with this daily when we call to give Sarah her medicine. As from this evening, you will wear lingerie and hose around the house at all times. For a week, you will be allowed to venture out with men’s clothes over your lingerie. During this time you will buy yourself a full female wardrobe, and will tender your notice at work. You will start on the payroll of “Deep Inside Sarah” forthwith. We will provide you with a company credit card tomorrow, which you will use for your purchases. When the week is up, you will dress exclusively as a woman, and we will open a new bank account for you as our new employee. You will henceforth be known as “Darcy”. That’s a nice feminine name, don’t you think. Darcy’s always look pretty in pink- bare that in mind when shopping. The name Darcy will appear on all your cards and cheques.”

As Winston explained, Ceebert filled a syringe with the Complyormone/hormone cocktail, and, after a quick swab, injected it efficiently into his arm.

Winston continued, “ Ceebert will pierce your nipples and ear lobes in a moment Darcy…just to make you a pretty girl. You can then eat with us in regular clothes-the last time that will be permitted. When we have eaten, we will take Sarah upstairs, and you will hear her bell start to ring. At that point, you are to put on your finest lingerie, and attempt to apply lipstick and eye make-up. You will then wash the dishes and tidy away whilst your wife’s screams of ecstasy and the tinkling of her bell help you concentrate. At 10PM precisely, you will come upstairs and knock on the door. When we call you in, if you are feminine enough, Sarah will invite you to fuck her. You will follow her instructions to the letter. When you have cum, you will leave us to enjoy her for the remainder of the evening-is that clear?”

“Yes Master” blushed Darcy, as Ceebert marked his ears and nipples for the jewellery that would shortly adorn them forever.

An hour later, as Sarah served dinner to her four Masters, they were joined by a very coy ”Darcy”. Winston had filled Sarah in on the developments while she cooked, so when her husband sat at the table in his track suit, under which the exquisite softness of his finest crimson silk gave him an erection that was only partially due to the Complyormone, she said simply “ Hi Darcy- take a seat. Don’t your earrings look pretty?”

“Thanks” he blushingly replied, and ate his meal in silence as the four black men acted like they all had lived in the marital home forever. He wondered why his wife only took fruit juice as the rest enjoyed steaks.

As the meal finished, Sarah cleared away, and, as the black men finished their coffee, Winston finally stood and walked to the hat stand to retrieve Sarah’s mating collar and leash. Without waiting to be asked, the slut dropped to her knees as Winston buckled the pink strap around her lovely neck, and attaching the leash, he led her happily on all fours up the stairs followed by his three peers.

As the door to Sarah’s bedroom suite closed behind them, Darcy slipped of his tracksuit, and basked in the luxury of being able to wear such beautiful lingerie in total freedom. As he tidied the dishes away, he savoured the way his 10 denier clad thighs rustled as they brushed together, and stroked his satin clad breast tenderly, wincing slightly as his had brushed the barbell in his recently modified nipple. He only felt a slight twinge of jealousy as, a few moments later the bell began to tinkle. As he busied himself with the dishes, he heard his wife’s moans and screams start in earnest, sometimes crystal clear, and sometimes heavily muffled like her mouth was inordinately full. By the time he had finished, it was a little after 9, and the noises from upstairs were at times banshee-like, as he borrowed make-up from his wife’s handbag and sat down to try for the first time in his life to apply it.

Glancing at the clock as he reamed the beautiful slut’s colon, which had opened tunnel-like to accept his monster engine, Winston saw it was a few minutes before 10. He plowed a few more strokes into her wanton anus, gazing lovingly at the tapestry of lewd beauty that was woven across her slut back, before reluctantly withdrawing his massive erection from the warm greedy grip of her hungry back passage. Gesturing to Louis, who had been earnestly plumbing the depths of her amazing throat at the other end of the now mandatory spit-roast, they heard the slut moan in abject loss, before coming back to reality enough to take in the time, and realise that her husband was due to join in any moment. Just as they had discussed, she rolled over on her back and reached out to grasp the two members, still moist from her body’s secretions, which were offered urgently at her face. Licking their balls alternately, she pumped their massive cocks with her tiny hands, neither being large enough for the fingers to anywhere near enclose the shafts they worked on. With a grunt, Winston came first and hosed his scalding hot cream over her lovely face, coating her eyes and nose, before running round to puddle in her ears and the dimples at the base of her neck. His last squirts had barely landed when Louis roared and pumped what seemed like another gallon of man-fat over her face, glazing it like the frosting on a birthday cake.

As she lay there enjoying the warm bath on her face, the door knocked, and, with a nod from Winston, she called him in.

As the door opened, in walked a very nervous figure all in crimson silk. Sheer hose clad long and surprisingly shapely legs, and the heavily lipsticked mouth and painted eyes were framed by a pair of dangly earrings that, as an ensemble, was surprisingly feminine.

“Hi Darcy” teased Winston. “Come in. we’ve just reached a natural break anyhow. As I’m sure you heard, your very vocal wife has had each one of us in her ass and throat already this evening. We could use a time-out to recharge. If she thinks you look girly enough, you can go ahead and fuck her. What do you think, slut?”

As his naked, ravished wife turned her heavily tattooed body to face him, he barely recognised the cum-glazed face that looked dreamily his way. As she looked him over, she felt a wave of affection wash over her- he had tried really hard, and actually looked quite good…longer hair and boobs and he would have passed for a girl, apart from the little erection making his silk French panties tent.

“Hi Darcy-you look lovely.“ she cooed. “As you’ve made such an effort, would you like to fuck your wife?” As he nodded enthusiastically, Winston said “ You’ll be needing this then” and took the key from round his neck. Sarah crawled obediently over to him to collect the key, and, as she crawled past Darcy, bell tinkling, he noticed that her slut anus hadn’t yet closed from it’s recent reaming, and still gaped like a train just came out of it. Surprisingly aroused by this, he watched her crawl back over to the bed where she laid on her back and beckoned her over.

“Unlock the lock for me Darcy” she cooed, and as he fumbled, he gasped at the weight of the padlocks that stretched her labia so obscenely as he moved them to gain access. Eventually the tiny lock fell free, and Sarah reached down and pulled the hinged shield back to expose her infibulated pussy, and ruined urethra, from which Ceebert had removed the catheter earlier. Remembering Master Winston’s instructions to verbally humiliate Darcy as much as possible as part of his rehab, Sarah had to remind herself not to show affection, despite her natural tendency to do so

Master Winston said, “Should we let him use your pussy Sarah?”

She actually winced at the unappealing thought and quickly said, “Oh no Master. His little white dick certainly shouldn’t be in my pussy. That hole is redundant for white dick, and black men have the good taste to use my ass-pussy and throat. That’s why we keep it closed. No real man wants to accidentally slip into a worthless cunt when he means to be fucking my slut anus.”

“Well then slut, what hole are you gonna let him use?” Winston chuckled.

“Would it be all right to let him use my urethra Master? I think his little white cock is tiny enough to fit in my pisshole.”

The four black men in the room wailed with laughter as Darcy just lowered his head in embarrassment. However, as the men’s laughter filled the air, both he and Sarah couldn’t help but notice that his little cock was rock hard. Sarah was nearly as embarrassed as her husband. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for the pale white cuckold. She knew from experience just how inferior he was in every way sexually and it made her feel very sorry for him.

Putting her hand under Darcy’s chin, Sarah lifted his head and looked into his eyes as she said. “You’d better hurry honey before your time is up. Come up here and put your little dick into my piss hole.” She then leaned down with her sperm covered face and gave Darcy a big tongue-probing kiss. “Come on honey, let’s go. I’ve got real men to service as soon as you’re done.” She said, feeling guilty at humiliating him as instructed

Sarah leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She reached down with both hands and slipped two fingers through the padlocks on her pussy lips. Pulling hard, she spread herself wide open giving everyone in the room a perfect pornographic view of her infibulated pussy. With a free finger she began flicking the opening to her urethra. “Here you go Darcy. This is your hole, honey. This is my pisshole. It’s just the right size for your little pencil dick.”

Darcy climbed up on the bed into position on top of his wife. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been between her legs with a hard cock. It might have been months. Sarah removed her fingers from her cunt lips, looked up at him and said, “Take these padlocks Darcy. You’ll need to spread me open nice and wide. Pull my cunt lips so I can get your little wiener in my piss hole where it belongs.”

Darcy did as he was told, and not at all gently, tugging his wife’s cunt wide open. Sarah reached down and took her husband’s erection firmly in her grasp and guided the head toward her eel-stretched urethra. The reality of the situation struck Sarah. Here she was, naked on her back, her cunt lips being stretched wide open, about to urethrally fuck her husband of many years, being watched by a group of prodigiously endowed black men. She couldn’t help but see the irony of the scene.

“That’s it,” she said as she guided his cock into her hole. The entry took her by surprise. Even with the stretching of the eel earlier in the day, the pain of having her husbands cock invade her pisshole was extreme. With a grunt, Sarah managed to encourage her hubby. “Come on you little faggot. Is that all you’ve got? Push that tiny little pecker into my pisshole. It’s the only hole you’re gonna get. No cunt for you fagboy.”

Sarah placed both hands on Darcy’s ass and pulled him into her as hard as she could. Above all else, she simply wanted to get this over. The pain was a real surprise and she was getting no pleasure at all from the penetration, as his inadequate dick slipped fully home. But then, she realized, that was nothing new. She’d never enjoyed sex with this little worthless white faggot. Her emotions were being torn in two. She really did feel sorry for her poor husband. It wasn’t his fault that she was such a black cock slut. Even she hadn’t had any idea of her true sexual desires. He deserved something better than to be a cuckold to a group of black men. But at the same time she realized that he’d never satisfied her and had never really tried. He was only interested in his own satisfaction...not hers. It occurred to her that he knew this was hurting her, but didn’t care. His orgasm was all that mattered to her, and if she suffered, then so be it. As the reality of his selfishness dawned, she suddenly felt her sympathy evaporate, and the logic of her master’s instructions to humiliate Darcy and his pencil dick hit home. It was what he needed…his rehabilitation required it, and she decided to take out the pain he was causing her by redoubling his humiliation

“That’s it Darcy, pump your little wiener into my pisshole. Or is it really your giant clit? It that it, Darcy? Are you already a little bitch girl? Fuck me bitch. Fuck me with your big clitty.” Reaching under Darcy’s camisole, she grabbed her recently pierced nipples and began to twist them savagely, repaying pain with pain. Darcy yelped and thrust harder and deeper into her wife’s waterworks.

As Sarah continued with her verbal humiliation, she pulled her husbands face down to hers and began rubbing it into the cum which coated her. When she had his nose and mouth covered with it, she said, “Lick it faggot. Lick it up. That’s a real man’s spunk all over my face. My black Masters just anointed me and you need to lick it up.” Darcy hesitated for a moment and then gave in completely. He had no resistance left and understood that his only course of action was to accept whatever Sarah and her Black Masters wished for him. With complete resignation, Darcy extended his tongue and began to clean his wife’s face of the sperm that Winston and Louis had so recently deposited.

Sarah couldn’t believe it. She’d been surprised when he’d willingly drank his own semen in a glass of orange juice but this was unbelievable. Her husband was cleaning her face. He was licking Master Winston’s cum from her eyelids and cheeks and nose.

“It ran in my ears too, faggot. Stick your tongue in my ears and then suck it out. Get it all you worthless piece of shit,” she said directly into his ear…or was it HER ear? Yes, HER ear…she would think of Darcy as a she from now on- that would help her rehab.

As she continued to humiliate him, Darcy pumped harder and harder into her piss hole. The pain was becoming excruciating and poor Sarah knew very well that she had no choice but to finish the act. The cuckold had no idea how much she was hurting her and she obviously didn’t care. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted this selfish asshole to finish with her and get the hell off so she could return to servicing her masters.

“Cum you fucking faggot. Squirt your clit juice into me. Do it, you god damn faggot.”

“Cum into your wife’s bladder!!”

And finally, she did. As her tongue was pushing up into her wife’s nostrils, attempting to get the last drips and dregs of Winston’s black cum, her tiny cock began to squirt it’s meager load into Sarah’s bladder. It took no time at all. Three or four pathetic little pulses and she was done. In moments, her little prick was softening and quickly slipped out of Sarah’s urethra.

Sarah pushed her as hard as she could. She had never felt more annoyed or repulsed in her life. She pushed with all her might and Darcy landed on the floor with a thud. Leaning up on one elbow, Sarah leaned over the bed and looked down at her with contempt. “Get out of here faggot. Get out of here so these real men can use me like the slut I am. Their sperm belongs in my anus where it nourishes me. Your sick little wad is in my bladder where I can piss it out.”

Sarah watched with contempt as her little cock shriveled up to nothing, big tears formed in her eyes and she turned over and crawled out of the room like the feminized and humiliated cuckold she had become. Leaning down, she retrieved her shield and catheter. Holding them up Sarah looked into Master Winston’s eyes and said, “Please Master. Please lock up my worthless hole. I’m embarrassed to have it open.”

Winston was taken aback by this performance. He had anticipated that the pain of the urethral sex would quickly negate all remaining feelings she had for Darcy, but he hadn’t expected her to be so pro-active in the humiliation. Darcy had slunk out of the room like a dog, such was his embarrassment. Winston would have him fuck her pisshole a few more times, by which Sarah would be repulsed by” her”, and the hormone injections should have virtual removed his desires by then anyhow. It was interesting how willingly he’d licked their cum off her face though?

As normality returned, and the pain in her now re-closed urethra abated, Sarah felt a wave of guilt about how cruel she had been to poor Darcy…but she had enjoyed hurting her (it now seemed automatic to think of her husband as she), so she had deserved it. Besides, her Masters knew best when they had ordered her to be so harsh, and not only had it made Darcy cum, it had, if she was totally honest, excited her somewhat as well. She made a promise to herself to keep up the humiliation to expedite Darcy’s rehab.

Thanking Winston and the others for allowing her to “entertain” Darcy, the real action resumed and Sarah’s bell tinkled until the small hours, as she was spit roasted until exhaustion. Downstairs, Darcy’s clit glowed red as she pumped it into the night as she heard the bell ring, peppering her crimson stocking tops with dribbled of cum each time she peaked.

As the black men left at 3 AM, hanging the mating collar by the door as they exited, Sarah fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Darcy did not.