Stacey's Job

Stacey’s Job - Part Six

Stacey

       “How much longer Ems?” I shouted up from the kitchen whilst struggling to fit into a tight new pair of high heels. The party was starting in just under an hour and the taxi was on its way. Emma shouted something hastily back though I couldn’t quite hear what she said. Giving up on the shoes I found an older pair and put those on. Whilst not quite as shiny they still had style. Right, now I was ready. Getting the slaves ready had taken longer than I had anticipated and now we were cutting it fine. I walked past Helen, Melissa and Sarah who I had left kneeling by the door to wait. Helen and Sarah I had dressed in matching school girl outfits, even going to the lengths to put their hair in pigtails. Their skirts barely measured a few inches and their shirts were unbuttoned half the way down and of course they weren’t wearing underwear. I quickly looked over them and smiled at my handiwork knowing there were going to be very few men at the party that would be able to resist them. Then there was Melissa. About an hour ago I had received the outfit that Melissa’s new owner intended for her to wear and I had to admit it looked very sexy. I may even order one of those for Emma to wear occasionally. She was adorned with a low cut, black latex dress which to be honest looked a little tight on her, though that may have been the owner’s intention.

       “Nearly ready Stacey” Emma announced as I entered the room, whilst making the finishing touches on my mother Karen. Selena was ready, kneeling by Emma’s side although she was wearing a hooded coat which covered everything and her head faced downwards. Emma noticed my curiosity and just smiled saying ‘You’ll see when we get there’. Ooh a surprise. I wondered if Emma had gone with my idea for turning Selina into her pet.

       “What do you think?” Stacey asked as she turned Karen, my mother to face me. I was blown away by the transformation Emma had produced. My mother was barely recognizable and truth be told she looked a lot younger. Her black hair framed her silky, smooth face which had been decorated with black shadow and a matching lipstick. She had also used blush on my mother’s face making it look paler, which only accentuated her Goth look further. Emma instructed Karen to stand and twirl to give me a better look at her new wardrobe. From bottom up she was wearing a black pair of high heels, which must have had at least a four inch heel. The outfit itself was very much a turn on. She wore a black mini skirt, roughly about the same size of that Helen and Sarah were wearing and a matching black bra covered by a fish net top which covered her arms. I applauded Emma’s work and watched as she finished off by attaching a chain to the ring in Karen’s nose and binding her arms behind her in a single sleeve. Carefully she led Karen downstairs with Selena following on her hands and knees crawling as we made our way out into the warm evening just as the cab made its way through the gates.

       When we arrived I paid the taxi driver with a little tip added, though I think the view in the back of his taxi would have been bonus enough. The venue looked very large from the outside and we made our way to the entrance, handing the bouncer our tickets. We were greeted by loud music as we entered the main stage room and found an empty table not too far from the stage. In the dimly lit room I could tell this was going to be a busy event, true the invitation said that it was Europe’s hottest BDSM event but I had been misled before. There was a collection of slaves and dominants I could see from where I sat. Sissy slaves, heavily modified slaves or just the plain old sex slave. I ordered drinks for myself and Emma from a waitress dressed similar to Melissa as we sat waiting for the show to begin. On the table was a list of events planned for tonight. We were to begin with a session from one of Europe’s top Mistresses and her slave followed by a Master and his slave. After they had ended there was a free roam hour allowing Mistresses and Masters to unleash their slaves upon the guests at the party. When people were once again settled it was Emma’s time to shine with her planned session with Karen and the party was to end with another free roam session, this time with the stage open and many other BDSM devices available for use. When we were settled, Emma took the coat she had covering Selena and I couldn’t help but stare in admiration at what Emma had done. It seemed she had taken my advice on turning Selena into her pet quite literally, the first thing that I noticed was the small ears and collar with a leash attached. Looking down I spotted a pair of small golden bells pierced into Selena’s nipples and then further down she had a small tale sticking out of her behind, which on closer inspection was a butt plug with a tail attached. I watched as Selena leaned into Emma’s hand as she was being stroked. Thinking my ears were playing tricks on me I could swear I heard Selena purring. 

       As more people made their way in I called Helen and Sarah closer. They looked identical, only the mother’s older looks giving the illusion away. I had grabbed a marker pen from the table which would be used later to vote for the favorite acts. Obediently both Helen and Sarah allowed their heads to be pulled closer as I wrote the words ‘Oral Pleasure Only, 5 Euros’, then in smaller writing, just above the cleavage; ‘All proceeds go to charity’. Noting the worried looks on their faces I then explained loudly over the music.

       “You are to go round and give oral pleasure to any who want it, male or female. Collect the money inside your skirt and bring it back to me afterwards. If anyone asks, the charity of my choice is Save the Children. Also remember, not a drop of cum is to be wasted. Off you go”

       Both Helen and Sarah couldn’t contain their excitement as they went off in search of their first customers. It had been quite some time since their last fix of cum and they were going to get their fair share tonight to sate the need.

       “Wow, both have someone already” Emma exclaimed, humored and I looked over to see Helen with an older man and then Sarah with a young lady. The young lady was looking around nervously and I was wondering if she was a sub to someone else. Both she and Sarah should hope they don’t get spotted by that owner or they’d both be punished.

       Eventually the music died down and the show began, I called Helen and Sarah back to the table to enjoy the show as well. They both had already collected 20 euros each and they gave it to me. Their pupils had grown in size as their need for cum had been fulfilled. Even now I could see them both licking their lips, grabbing every drop. When they had done that, they began licking each other’s body, picking up any that had dripped down.

I had my arm around Emma as we both enjoyed Europe’s top Mistress dominate her slaves. She had complete control and you could see the devotion from her slaves, one male, one female, as they completed the routine. When she had finished the audience erupted with applause. As the music began again a wider range of slaves walked between the tables offering services that their owner’s demanded. I sent Helen and Sarah out again and they jumped out from the table excitedly. Emma boasted that Selena had excellent body worshipping skills and instructed Selena to show it to me. I giggled in delight as Selena went under the table and started licking and massaging my feet, careful to go in between the toes and under the soles of my feet. I had to admit she was very good despite being so inexperienced. She was a natural submissive and Emma was going to have great fun molding her into the slave she wanted her to be.

“Can I be of service to you Madams?” I was distracted by the arrival of two female slaves who were tied back to back. They had written on the chest ‘Toilet Slaves’, the one facing me had ‘Piss’ written on her forehead and I guessed correctly as they span, the other had ‘Shit’ written on hers. I passed but Emma used the opportunity to relieve herself, using the ‘Piss’ slave she stood as the slave knelt and let a warm stream of piss flow down into the slaves mouth. The slave expertly swallowed the flow, careful not to let any drop. When Emma was done, the slave licked clean Emma’s pussy and then pulled out a tissue from a box held in between the two slave’s backs and dried.

“Thank you Madam” The slave said humbly. “Can you please take a moment to rate my service?” I looked as she pointed out to more words written on both of her legs. On the left it said ‘Satisfactory’ and the right, ‘Dissatisfactory’ and then tally marks, mostly under ‘Satisfactory’ to keep track of how she had done. Emma, without hesitation added another tally mark to ‘Satisfactory’ before dismissing the slaves.

“You’re right Emma. Selena is very good at this” I sighed with pleasure as Selena had moved up to my pussy and was expertly licking and kissing my lips and clit. There were many more slaves that passed our table before the next act. Some offered a sexy lap dance with a happy ending which both myself and Emma took advantage of. I had Melissa do the same for Selena as a thank you for the worship she did on me earlier. Other slaves included ones who were being punished who asked to be spanked, pinched or even had a basket full of pegs and wanted one attached per person.

The night went on and I was getting a little merry from the wine that kept coming. Emma was the same and it was great to see everyone was having fun. Melissa and Selena were still entertaining themselves; Karen was sitting quietly taking it all in but with a smile on her face. I noticed how she kept looking over at me and Emma when we shared intimate moments and how she couldn’t look happier. Emma and I enjoyed the time to talk and indulge each other’s company whilst Sarah and Helen eagerly went from person to person, happy with each intake of cum they had.

As the night went on, it was soon time to wish good luck to Emma and Karen as they went to prepare for her ten minute show. I was anxious to see how she would do as Emma hadn’t been on stage as a dominant before. The time came and as the music died down Helen and Sarah made their way back. They were both covered in cum but too exhausted and satisfied to worry about it for the moment. I gently tapped both of their shoulders to show my satisfaction of their jobs and was amazed to see they had raised a further 300 euros. Apparently some were so pleased they donated extra. As the audience lights dimmed and the stage lights illuminated the stage, I watched as Emma slowly led Karen out by a leash. Emma had gone for a tight black, matching bra and panties. Karen was still gothic, only the stage lights made her look even paler. The crown applauded the entrance and I heard the murmurs of appreciation as the audience took in Karen’s appearance. Emma confidently paraded her from one side of the stage to the other, having Karen swirl to show off her appearance. Once satisfied all had seen her, Emma led Karen back to the middle and had her bend over. I could see Karen struggle with her balance with the arm binder in place but she managed, just. That job became harder as Emma proceeded to cane her bottom and the back and front of her thighs. When Emma had finished with the caning she pulled a few small, metal weights off the floor and hung them off each of Karen’s piercings. Her face showed the pain as her nipples, pussy lips, clit and her tongue were pulled downwards. Emma put on a show for the crowd as she stroked each area tenderly teasing Karen. She then licked her face, her tongue and her nipples. To finish off the show, Emma had Karen down on her knees as she pleasured Emma with her pierced tongue whilst being whipped on her back and behind.

As Emma and Karen bowed, the audience applauded and cheered. It was great to see the support for Emma’s dominating debut. I couldn’t stop smiling as they both returned to the table and I kissed Emma passionately and tenderly hugged my mother. For the rest of the evening we enjoyed the other shows, drinking more wine. Emma even allowed my Mother and Selena to drink as she was happy with the reaction to her performance. Following suit, I let Melissa drink and every time Helen and Sarah came back I allowed them a glass of wine before setting them off again.

It had passed two in the morning when the show had ended and I had been thoroughly convinced of the show’s title of ‘Best in Europe’. The rest of the shows were well presented and at the end when the results were announce, Emma had been awarded second best show. The winner was Europe’s top Mistress, which was expected so Emma was in a delightful mood as we arrived back at my house. As it was the last night I invited everyone out into the garden and we celebrated the end of the evening. I felt the slaves needed it as it would be the last taste of fun like this that they’d experience for some time. Their new owners will be tough with them for the first few months but I hoped that with my training, the slaves pleased their owners enough to get the odd reward.

It was nearly five in the morning when I retired to bed. We had put Helen, Emma and Melissa into the same cell to sleep whilst Karen still had her own room upstairs. Yes she was a slave but she was still my Mother. Emma and hugged each other in our own bed and I heard Selena make herself comfortable as she was chained to the foot of our bed. It had been a great night, and I hoped that the rest of my life followed with the same amount of fun.

I woke with a slight hangover to the sound of a horn beeping. I looked out the window to see Trevor and Simon waiting outside their van Trevor noticed me looking out the window and waved up pleasantly. Slowly I put on a nightie; Selena who had awoken had got up onto her knees and lifted the blanket slightly. She then gently massaged Emma’s feet with her tongue and I heard Emma moan with pleasure as she woke from her slumber. I kissed her on the cheek and stated that I was going to see to Trevor and Simon as they collected the slaves. She muttered something unintelligible, a mix between the treatment from Selena and the result of the drinks from the night before.

“Rough night?” Trevor enquires with a smile as he looks me over. Simon just laughs.

“Where’s Lee, I mean Candi?” I was curious to see how he looked after the surgery.

      “Oh, the owner requested for some more work to be done so he’s still in surgery. Once he’s done he’ll be transported directly to the owner” Simon answered.

      “Oh Mr. Smith tells us you’re engaged. Congratulations.” I thanked them and led them down to the basement. I opened the cell door to find Melissa, Helen and Sarah all standing, waiting to leave. They were going to be great for their new owners. I wonder how many times both Trevor and Simon had seen the sight of slaves like this as they didn’t react at all to their naked, submissive appearance. They did treat each one of them gently as they guided them into the back of the van. Their professionalism was excellent and I even heard them encouraging the slaves when they took the seats at the front. I waved goodbye and rushed back inside. So, that was the last bunch of slaves I was going to train for some time. I knew deep inside that I was going to miss it and that I would come back here sometime in the future, as long as Emma was happy to.

Over the next month I began looking for a new place to live. I would keep this place as a holiday home but it was time to move back to England. Eventually I fell for a beautifully large cottage by the coast in south-west England. Emma agreed that it looked fantastic and we both went to visit it, along with Karen and Selena. Before we left however Selena had told her parents that she had fallen for a woman. As predicted, her parents didn’t react well and near enough disowned her. Emma comforted her and invited her to join us in England and Selena agreed.

Going through the Airport security, Karen received many looks from the passengers and staff in her gothic attire, the metal detector had a field day with her piercings and I giggled to myself as she was taken to a private room to be searched.

The flight arrived in England early on a Friday morning. It was early July and the sun was shining. I know, surprising right. The sun shining in England, who’d have thought. A taxi picked us up and dropped us off outside the cottage. It was even better than the pictures. There were no houses within 50 meters which was great for privacy, not to mention the big wooden fences surrounding the back of the property. The white stone wall of the cottage was decorated with ivy and hanging plants and was kept tidy. Inside, the living room was large with a log fireplace with a window looking out to the sea. The kitchen was large and had a big dining table. Upstairs there was a master bedroom with en-suite bathrooms which impressed Emma with its furnishings and décor, two other bedrooms, also with en-suites and a very modern design bathroom, with a very large bath dominating the center of the room. There was also downstairs, a very large basement. This would be perfect for our ‘other’ activities.

We agreed to buy the property and rented a place at a local pub/bed and breakfast whilst the paperwork was being sorted. Here we got to meet a few of the locals, whilst mostly elderly; there were a couple of young adults around. During our stay at the pub we were welcomed by everyone who inhabited the small village. It was a close knit community and whilst people cared for each other, there wasn’t much interest in each other’s private lives.

After a couple of nights stay, the paperwork finally arrived and we moved in. Without further ado, we sent Karen and Selena to unpack the stuff whilst Emma and I ‘christened’ the bed upstairs. Emma laid me down on my back and gently licked nipples, in time to the soothing waves outside. It was so serene, so relaxing and I closed my eyes as her tongue entered my sex. I stopped for a second and invited Emma to turn around so that we were in the ‘69’ position. This was such a perfect moment, she deserved to enjoy the moment as well. Tenderly and passionately we pleasured each other to the best of our ability. We agreed to climax together and I could see Emma’s body shake as she held her orgasm, waiting for mine as she doubled her efforts with her tongue. The feeling built inside and eventually took over my body causing it to shake as the orgasm cursed through my body. Emma’s reactions echoed mine and she collapsed onto me and we held each other enjoying the moment.

It was a quiet couple of weeks as we got used to the village and settled ourselves into the house but the bondage soon began once again. It was another sunny afternoon and Emma and I were sitting out on deck chairs in the garden. Selena had been fitted with a new collar, her butt plug tail was changed to a larger size and an inflatable butt plug so that it could be used for training. She was on her hands and knees collecting a rubber toy I had thrown. Karen had asked for some pain training and I watched as Emma complied. Like with the show, Emma had put some weights on the piercings on Karen’s pussy lips. This time though there were more weights and you could see how badly they stretched her lips. I think the idea was for a permanent stretching as Emma went into the closest city the other day to pick up some more toys. One of them was used on her nipples right now. Emma had removed the piercings from Karen’s nipples and had placed a small bar through them. That bar was pushed forward by a metal stand that stood on Karen’s breasts, pushing the bar out, stretching her nipples. All in all it was another great relaxing afternoon. I could tell Emma needed it as she needed a break from planning the wedding. Over the last week she had been making phone calls, setting up a location, a time and so on. I offered to help but she denied me saying she wanted to do this all herself. It was her gift to me.

As the wedding drew nearer I decided to head into the City with my mother to choose my dress. The look on the young assistant’s face was priceless as she took in my mother’s gothic appearance. I also noted the slight look of lust in her eyes, perhaps I may take advantage of that later. I wondered what Emma thought of a third slave. I spent the afternoon trying on dresses, letting my mother say how beautiful I was in every dress. After trying on what seemed to be hundreds, I found the one. I was never good in fashion or such but this fit perfectly. It was called an Elizabeth Wedding Dress and it hugged my figure and legs tightly, none of that bulky stuff going on at the bottom. The white fabric was embroidered with crystals and beads. I almost looked angelic in the dress. Seeing my reflection in the mirror it dawned on me that I was marrying the one I truly loved. A tear caught in my eye and I noticed my mum was struggling to contain her tears as well. She hugged me, careful not to get her black mascara on the dress and I said to the assistant that this was the one. We paid in full and to thank the assistant, I offered my mother’s services as a tip. Immediately she shied away but I kept at it, tempting her and eventually she gave in. Karen promptly went behind the desk and unbuttoned her skirt. I watched the assistant look around nervously then her eyes close with pleasure as my mother’s piercing worked its magic. Careful not to cause the assistant to open her eyes, I pulled out my mobile and took a couple of photos and then recorded a small video clip. Emma had my Mother and Selena. This assistant, Alexis, was mine. As she neared orgasm, I pulled my mother away and laughed at the desperate look on her face. She noted the phone in my hand but her need to climax was too much. She saw me recording but she couldn’t help but finish herself off. She held onto the desk as she climaxed and looked right into the camera as she did.

“I’ll be in touch” I mocked as I left with my Mother. Yes, Alexis was going to be fun. When I arrived home I showed the pictures to Emma who was thrilled that I was going to get another slave. She said she was going to give me Selena since I didn’t have one but I refused saying that Selena was great with her.

Emma still had some planning for the wedding to do so I left her to it. Karen and Selena were with her to help. With the rest of my afternoon free, I called the wedding dress shop. Calmly I blackmailed Alexis into coming out to my cottage this evening. She was reluctant at first, even with me threatening to make the videos public to her employers and the city’s newspapers. She had a strong will and was willing to fight it and I think it was only when I said that what I offered her would be tough but it could be very rewarding as well, that she agreed to come. The idea of a challenge to her meant more than her own public image, interesting.

Alexis arrived promptly, fire in her eyes as they met mine. Her long black hair was let down now she was out of work and she wore a casual t-shirt and jeans. I invited her in and showed her the video. She kept her emotions hidden well, it was almost impossible for me to read. Almost. I have been reading people for a very long time and there were a few things that gave it away. The way she subtly stroked her knee, the glint in her eyes. She was excited.

       “So, what am I here for” Alexis asked stubbornly, hoping to intimidate me with her stance and tone. Luckily for me, I wasn’t so easily intimidated. I matched her stance and I matched her tone but added a little more aggression as I answered.

       “I want you as my slave. Simple. It will be tough, painful and even humiliating for you but I can guarantee for someone with a sex drive like yours, you’d find it plenty rewarding.”

       “And what if I say no? You’re going to blackmail me with that video? Go ahead” It was a brave front but that’s all it was. Having that sort of video go around would be hell for her, just ask any celebrity who’d been caught in a sex tape.

       I took a step towards her and looked her over. Her brave demeanor was slipping and she didn’t know where to look as I lifted her hair, traced my hand across the side of her neck. Her breathing deepened as she began to feel the pleasure from my touch. Bringing my lips close to her neck, my warm breath brushed her neck and I heard her sigh. Leaning closer to her neck, I whispered.

       “You don’t really want that, do you?” I asked and she nervously nodded her head to agree. She wore a dress with a zip at the back and she jumped as I reached behind to unzip it, my lips still close to her neck. She was about to step away when I said sternly for her to stay still. I had to play this carefully, I only had this much control at the moment since she didn’t expect my offensive approach, she was still in shock. Alexis had a lot of fight in her and when she found that strength again there wouldn’t be much I could do. I needed to get her bound, and quick.

       I pulled Alexis’s t-shirt over her head, exposing her ample breasts supported by a cotton bra. Her breathing was still heavy as I started to massage her breasts in my hands, my lips kissing her neck. As her breathing grew even louder I instantly stopped, pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and cuffed her hands behind her back. In that instant she was still aroused but that spark in her eye returned. She tugged at the cuffs but soon realized that was to no avail. Next I pulled out a ball gag, her eyes showed her confusion followed by her terror as she realized what its use was. She turned her head away from me and kept her mouth shut. This was easily dealt with by me tugging her head back by her hair and holding her nose. Her mouth gave in to the need for oxygen and when she opened it I let go of the nose and shoved in the ball gag. I then led her down to the basement, put a collar around her neck and chained her to a post. Emma had a pet; maybe I should have my own also. Satisfied that she was secure I pulled out a new vibrator I had recently brought. It was designed to be programed and I had set it to turn on at a low setting for a few minutes to arouse and then turn off to frustrate. This would go on all day for her and I imagine come the morning she would do pretty much anything for an orgasm. I ignored her final effort to kick me and the profanities muffled by the ball gag then left her to go back upstairs.

       Since we’d not long ago moved in, I hadn’t had time to set up a proper dungeon downstairs, or a CCTV set so I could watch Alexis as she realized how much trouble she was in. This meant I was going in blind, and to be honest, that sounded like fun. Deciding to leave Alexis with her own thoughts and frustration for a little while longer, I checked in on Emma, Selena and Karen. They were all busy on the phone, making arrangements and I was shooed out of the room before I could see anything from the computer screen Emma was using to research locations. Damn, I hate surprises. Sulking a little, I unpacked a box from the garage simply labeled ‘Work Stuff’, although this wasn’t your standard office worker’s belongings. I browsed the contents and pulled out a whip, a collar, a leash, some bulldog clips, a programmable vibrator and some elastic bands. Smiling to myself I went down into the basement to confront Alexis. She was dry humping the air as I walked in, desperate for an orgasm that never came. She’d been in here for a few hours now and the look in her eyes showed her desperation, there was only one thing on her mind at the moment. Walking up to her I removed the ball gag and turned the vibrator off.

       “Please…..let me cum?”

       “Not just yet, I think I’ll have a little fun first”

       “What do you want with me?” Alexis couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice, once I had removed the ball gag.

       “I told you, I want you as my slave. I know you have some fight in you and I admire that, but that will soon be pointless. I saw how aroused my partner’s slave made you. If you behave, you’ll find that you’ll soon learn to enjoy your new life here. If you don’t behave, things will be much harder and painful for you. If you end up not being worth my time, I will send you back broken and the video will be made public. You’ll be back into your own life, feeling like you don’t belong and needing more, not to mention how much people talking behind your back that you’d have to endure. Understand?”

       At first Alexis didn’t respond. She just glared at me, her eyes portraying all the hate she could muster. I slapped her twice on each cheek and she screamed, shocked.

       “I asked you a question Bitch” I angrily stated and she nodded yes reluctantly. This was going to take a moth at most to break her full, which was great, I needed something to pass the time whilst Emma arranged the wedding. I spent the next half hour teasing and torturing Alexis. I licked her nipples to erection, then pinched and twisted them harshly. Massaged her clit with my fingers and then stopped as she got close to climax. Whipped her, pulled her hair and spat on her. When I was done she looked exhausted. She needed to orgasm after the constant teasing, but I wasn’t ready to reward her yet. I pulled off my panties and shoved them under her nose, forcing her to inhale my scent of arousal. When she wasn’t expecting I pushed the panties into her mouth and placed the ball gag in straight after. It was then time for the elastic bands. I placed a couple over her head. One just under the nose so that it pulled the nose up; a bit like a pig. Another just over the eyes and ears so that it distorted the face. I then placed the others around her body and her breasts so that her arms were bound by her side and the last one was placed inside her pussy so that it pulled up like a wedgie. I then placed the vibrator inside her pussy and held it in place with the elastic band. It was set to the same program as earlier, to frustrate. I spent the next five minutes flicking the elastic bands against her skin until it was red and her sobbing grew louder. When I was finished, I bound her tightly to the post so that she could barely move,

       “Right. I think I’m going to leave you like this for another hour or two. Perhaps then you’d more cooperative next time I speak to you.” I smiled as she pleaded into her gag but then just left to go back upstairs. Emma had done all the planning she could and we spent the evening cuddling on the sofa watching a rom-com. Just before we went to bed I brought Emma down to see Alexis. Alexis went still as she heard company and her body shivered as Emma explored her toned body.

       “You’re too cruel” She joked as she flicked a couple of elastic bands that had left the skin sore and a deep red.

       “What, I wasn’t going to leave her like that all night” I laughed and cut them off, earning a sigh of relief from Alexis.

       “I wasn’t going to leave them on all night, the vibrator on the other hand can stay” I said as I bound Alexis’s hands behind her and left her gagged as Emma and I headed to the bedroom with Emma.

       We spent a little time talking about how the plans were going, I tried to trick some details from her but she was giving nothing away. After another hour of talking we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

       Over the next few months I saw less and less of Emma as she went out and about arranging things for the wedding. The times we did spend together were incredible though. There was a day a few weeks back where she took me shopping in the city. That was a great day. As I’d not had much to do I had begun getting the work done for a dungeon in the basement. Whilst it wasn’t as elaborate as the one in Spain, I did have a couple of holding rooms and a larger play area fitted with a St Andrew’s Cross, A selection of whipping/spanking implements and eye hooks fitted in the ceiling and floor to suspend and bind people to. The first night after the work had been finished I had Emma bound to that cross for a few hours. I gently teased her with my touch, again trying to get some information about the wedding from her but she kept strong. It was the first time I’d had her as a submissive for some time and whilst I found it harder to dominate the person I loved rather than a random slave, it was something she still wanted.

       Alexis had also impressed me over the last few months. That first night where she had been tied and tormented all night had broken her a lot more than I thought it would. Yes she still had a bit of a fight but she was a pleasure whore. She began to learn that obeying led to a greater chance of her being pleasured. I may have to tease her a little, take away that chance by keeping her in some form of chastity maybe and it was that what I was doing today. I had taken Alexis with me into the city to pick up a few things. The first stop was the huge pet megastore. I led Alexis up to the collars to begin with. She stepped back in shock as I went to try one out on her neck but stepped back in, her head bowed submissively when she noted the expression on my face. I tried a couple of collars on her and settled on a black collar which fitted snugly. Attaching a chain lead, I led her further round the store. I looked in the eyes of the people we passed, daring them to make a snide comment or to have a moan. None of them did, all sharing the same shocked expression then diverting their eyes elsewhere. There was however a couple of younger, geeky men who started following us taking pictures. Alexis was becoming increasingly uneasy and although she tried to keep her head down and follow me she couldn’t help but look around at the people staring at her occasionally and a tear formed on her face.

       “Stop here for a second. We’re going to get rid of these people following us but you’re going to have to follow my instructions without argument.”

       A simple nod showed that she agreed and I called the boys closer. I allowed each of them to touch her breasts and her pussy and to take a photo each then warned them to go away. I think they were all happy enough with the story they had of their day to stop bothering us and they let us be. We carried on walking around and I picked up a ‘build it yourself’ pet cage, and a couple of bowls for food and water. I led Alexis to the checkout and watched as her face blushed red as she felt everyone’s eyes upon her. She’d have to get used to this, I’ve never really had a public slave and I’ve always enjoyed putting people in these sort of positions.

       “Hey I know you, its Stacey isn’t it?” The young checkout assistant said nervously, although I saw a glint of admiration in her eyes.

       “Yes, do I know you?” I asked curiously.

       “You don’t but I’ve seen you at a couple of live bondage shows. I’ve been interested in the lifestyle for a long time. I’m a Switch, though I tend to lean more towards domination. You’re shows have always been a great turn on for me, do you live around here now? Oh and is this a new slave?” Her eyes lit up as she eyed Alexis up and down. I was impressed by her, she had something about her that made me think she’d make a great dominatrix someday. I left her a card with my details and told her to get in touch so we could talk as I paid. On the way out I spotted a machine which engraved pet tags for owners. I led Alexis over to the machine and instructed her to type her name and then ‘Owned by Stacey’ underneath. We waited a few minutes for the machine to do its work and then the little coin shaped tag dropped down. I picked it up and attached it to Alexis’s collar, knowing everyone was looking. Ignoring them all, I tugged on her leash and led her out of the store.

       If we made a scene in the pet store with Alexis being on the leash, the reaction outside in the town was a hundred times worse. People parted as I led Alexis who was on her hands and knees crawling through the town center. Some people were recording it, their faces lit in appreciation as their arousal got the better of them. By the time we reached the adult shop, we had a little following of a few young men and women. They followed us into the empty shop. The owner looked shocked to have so many people in at once. I told Alexis to stand and hold the basket as we went shopping for accessories. The first on the shopping list was a chastity belt, I couldn’t leave Alexis bound all the time I wasn’t around to stop her from playing with herself. I’d also seen some new ones advertised which had the ability to be programmed to give pleasure or give a small electric shock. I let Alexis read the box, watching her eyes widen in shock. She went to put the box back but a slap to the cheek stopped that. It also earned a cheer from the small crowd I had watching. Alexis’s cheeks heated in shame and she reluctantly put the box in the basket. Other items on the shopping list included an inflatable butt plug with tail attached, a ring gag, an inflatable dildo gag with dildos on both sides designed to gag and give pleasure to me if I was to say sit on her face and a nose hook. After we paid, I put on a little show for the crowd. Making Alexis wear try out the butt plug in front of them, letting a young woman in the crowd inflate it. I then placed on the nose hook and the ring gag on before removing the butt plug and locking on the chastity belt. With the remote I set it to vibrate at a low setting causing a low murmur of appreciation from Alexis. I had her crawl round the store, the crowd following her all the way round as I pressed the shock button at small intervals. After a few laps, I thanked the audience and got a few phone numbers from people who were now interested in the lifestyle and wanted to know more.

       Once we left the adult shop there was only one more place to visit. Alexis needed a few piercings. I paid for her to have a piercing on her tongue, a ring through the middle of her nose, a ring on each nipple with bells attached (they had looked so adorable on Selena at the BDSM event) and a clit hood. The clit hood, if done properly would even further reduce the stimulation felt and make her a true pleasure slave. It took just over an hour and a half for the man to do his job and I thanked him as we left. Alexis was shattered both physically and mentally and after today I think she deserved to see if she was able to achieve an orgasm with the clit hood in place. I led her back to the adult shop, texting a few of the crowd who there earlier if they wanted, there was one more show for them. We met a few of them there and there were a couple of others in the shop. Removing her chastity belt I instructed Alexis to go on all fours and play with herself until orgasm. Since it had been a while and she had endured a lot of tormenting over the last day or two she eagerly got down and complied. Oblivious to the small crowd cheering her on. With the nose hook pulling her nose back she looked a little like a pig, the sweat forming on her face as she furiously played with herself. With the clit hood on she was forced to work harder for the orgasm, she was lucky the area was still a little sensitive after the piercing otherwise this would be even harder, if not impossible. To help her along, I slapped her face and breasts, the bells ringing in the assault. After what seemed like ages Alexis’s body collapsed as the orgasm violently shook through her body. I gently kissed her forehead before placing the chastity belt back on and leading her out of the shop, thanking the crowd and the shop owner on the way out.

       It was now a week away from the wedding. The time had flown as Emma made sure I always had something to do to keep me off her back about the wedding. When I wasn’t spending time with her at the cinema, a romantic meal in or dominating her she had me spending time with my mother, letting me look after Selena as she delved further into her pet lifestyle or training Alexis further. Alexis was nearly completely broken. She hadn’t had an orgasm in over a month now and the frustration this caused her was obvious. The desperation was clear on her face at all times and she showed signs that a drug addict would when clean. I decided I would let her cum once a month unless she misbehaved and I made her work for it. With the clit hood fully covering her clitoris she really struggled to achieve the orgasm every time, it was entertaining watching the pure determination on her face as she desperately tried for that orgasm. Emma did finally reveal one thing about the wedding to me. Since I didn’t have a father to lead me down the aisle, I was going to have Selena and Alexis coming down with me. She didn’t reveal much more than that, other than it was outside and that I was going to be staying at the bed and breakfast with my mother the night before the wedding and then picked up the morning of the wedding and taken to the location. I didn’t dare to argue with her after the amount of time she had spent planning this and I was truly grateful with everything she had done. So it was now I found myself, nervous as hell with my mother at the bed and breakfast the eve of my wedding day. The dress was hanging on the door and I was surprised not to see a bridesmaid dress for my mother though she was tight lipped about it.

       “You know Stacey. I’m very proud of you and the woman you’ve become” my mother said as I paced around the room.

       “You are such a strong woman. It could have been a very different path you took after what you had to endure as a child. I’m sorry I didn’t support you then and I just want you to know I’m going to be here for you for as long as you want me. Both you and Emma.”

       “Thank you” I said with a tear in my eye, embracing my mother. What she said eased my nerves a little and I was able to drift off to sleep, excited of the day ahead of me.

       The stretched limo arrived at ten in the morning sharp. In my dress I made my way downstairs and thanked the owner of the bed and breakfast as they wished me a good day. My mother sat at the back with me but we barely spoke more than small sentences, both too excited and nervous.

       The limo dropped us off outside what looked like a very big manor house. As we were led through the interior looked like it came from the 1900s all immaculate. I was led to the back of the house which I could see led to a huge garden on a cliff which overlooked the sea. It was beautiful and I could see more people outside than I thought would be here although I couldn’t see who they were from in here. My mother kissed me on the cheek and then went outside to take a seat. I was told to wait until the wedding march started. When the music did start, I took a deep breath and walked outside.

       As soon as I stepped outside I saw Alexis and Selena crawl either side on me wearing their collars and their ‘tails’. As I slowly walked forward in time to the music they crawled either side of me at the same pace. Now I was closer to the chairs I could see some of the guests. First on my left I saw Helen and Sarah with their mistress, both of them with a small bottle of what looked like cum to keep their addiction at bay so they could enjoy the event, sitting with them was their mistress who mouthed the words ‘thank you’ as I walked past. I smiled then looked to my right to be met by further familiar faces. Trevor and Simon looked at me with a huge smile on their face, I smiled backwards and could have sworn I saw a tear in Trevor’s eye, something I thought I’d never see from the burly pick-up and delivery man. In front of them was Tricia and Jennifer Johnson, Jennifer was fully naked, one hand playing with herself, the other stroking her sister Tricia who purred in appreciation. On the other side, sitting next to my mother was Natasha and Louise with their mistress and master. Louise was sucking her thumb wearing a diaper and her face lit up in excitement as she saw me and she raised her arms for a cuddle, she got a little upset when her mistress told her off. Natasha was painted as a cow would look, white all over her body with black splotches. She had a ring in the middle of her nose and her breasts had grown hugely in size, I’m guessing with all the milk she was now producing. In front of them was Melissa and Lee, well Candi as he/she was now known. I hadn’t seen Candi since after the operation and I was amazed with the transformation, I barely recognized him. In fact it was hard to tell she was a he in the first place. Lastly, right at the front sitting next to my mother was Mr Smith, he smiled proudly at me and saluted me as I got closer. I saluted back and then turned to face Emma.

       Emma was fully naked apart from a collar and a leash she held out to me. As I neared she handed me the leash and went down onto all fours and kissed my feet. The Registrar then began.

       “We are here today to witness the union of Stacey and Emma. All sit.”

I locked eyes with Emma as the Registrar went through the motions. Until it came to the time for vows. This was the one thing that Emma allowed me to do myself and I looked around before I started.

       “I Stacey, promise to love and look after you for my whole life. I will share my possessions, my wealth and it will be ours. I promise to love you the way I did when I first met you all those years ago and I promise to love you in fifty years’ time. I love you with all my heart Emma. I do”

       I saw a tear form in Emma’s eye as she smiled and raised herself onto her two feet, still letting me hold the leash.

       “I Emma, will love and obey you, no matter what you ask. You are my superior, my partner any my one true love. I give you this leash for you to lead me through life and I will follow. I love you and always have Stacey. I do”

       My eyes met her and I had a tear myself fall down my cheek. I don’t think I’d ever experienced a more perfect moment than this as the registrar announced us partners. I lifted Emma’s chin as I kissed her and the guests cheered as I led her by leash back inside the hotel with Selena and Alexis crawling behind us.

       During the meal I thanked Emma for everything. She said it was the least she could do since I rescued her and she still thanked God for the day she found me once again.

       “If you enjoyed the ceremony, you’ll love the party tonight” Emma said with a wink.

       After everyone had finished dinner the music started and the party began. We were first treated by a performance from each set of slaves, Melissa fucking Lee with a dildo, Natasha being whipped and milked by her mistress, Jennifer leading Tricia by leash in a joint performance with Selena and Alexis. After the shows we had our first dance and the others joined in shortly afterwards. Mr. Smith took over from Emma and led me whilst my mother led Emma.

       “Congratulations Stacey. I’m guessing this means I’ve lost my best employee” Mr. Smith said jokingly.

       “For a while yes, although you never know” I said with a wink and his face lit up reading between the lines.

       “I want to thank you for everything Stacey and I wish you and Emma all the best” He said earnestly and he kissed me on the forehead.

       As I went to get a drink I had every slave I once taught thank me, well the ones that could still talk. Louise reached out for me with a bottle in her hand and a dummy in her mouth and I gave her a hug. Tricia crawled and rubbed her body against my leg as I reached down and stroked her. Even those that couldn’t talk wanted to say thank you.

       We partied as the evening when on and finally Emma announced we were leaving. I questioned where to and she just smiled, she just handed me my passport saying I was going to be needing it.

       “What about the slaves?” I asked.

       “Karen will be looking after them. I have given her permission to be in charge of them whilst we are away for a couple of weeks. I love you Stacey.”

       “I love you too” I said as we got into the stretched limo that just arrived. Using the remote to close off the window so the driver couldn’t see us, I turned to Emma and pounced. For once, I think I could truly say I was finally happy and my future was looking great.

The End.

Authors Note:

Thank you to everyone who has read this for their feedback and their patience. I am happy to have finally got round to finishing this story and I couldn’t of done it without the feedback some of you gave me and the messages requesting more and asking when I was going to get on with it.

I know the feedback system on the site is broken so please e-mail me on king_tiesto@hotmail.co.uk with feedback and any questions you have.

I will carry on with Cumpires and Intoxicated as soon as I can and there is another story on the way called ‘Becoming Candy’ which is with a male slave and female dome.

Thank you again for all your support and I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I did writing it.