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CHAPTER 9
I started to cry, and my heaving stomach made my almost hyperventilate as I emptied whatever was still in my stomach. I needed to get somewhere to clean up, I knew that, and I looked up to see police car coming back my way. I put the car in gear and smiled and waved to him again as I drove off. He turned around and was following me. I expected him to pull me over any second, but he stayed behind me as I headed to the expressway. I was racking my brain, trying to remember where the nearest car wash might be.
Then I remembered where there was a self-service car wash, and maybe I could get somewhat cleaned up there. After several wrong turns I found the car wash with six stalls. Three of them at the far end were empty and I pulled into the last one, wanting to be as far away from anyone else that I could get. But when I reached for coins to put into the control device, I saw that it required special tokens, sold at the kiosk in the center of the place. So I ran to the center where I saw the machine and stuffed several bills into it. I was reaching down to retrieve my tokens when I heard a cloud child’s voice from behind me.
“Daddy, something smells like dog poops!” I turned to see a boy of about four or five with his father, waiting to get tokens. I smiled at them and rushed away, hoping they didn’t notice my feet still coated with stinking dog crap.
I hosed off the car, making sure I sprayed the foamy soap and rinse all over my feet and lower legs as I did so. Then I had no choice but to open the door and spray the interior and the pedals with the hose, trying to get the dog shit cleaned out. I had pulled the floor mat out and spayed it off but the smell and some residue still stuck to the pedals. I needed a rag or something to scrub with.
I remembered I had an extra pair of panties in my purse. When I pulled them out I saw the tiny bikini pair had been snipped into ribbons with scissors, along with a Post-it note that read: “No, no, slut, no spares allowed! Miss Josie.” I used the scraps of my already very small panties like a mop, trying to get the last of the turds from the ridged texture of the pedals.
Finally I headed home, dripping wet from sweat and car wash, but I had to stop at a CVS and get some room freshener to spray in the car. All the way up and down the aisles and waiting to pay, I was sure that everyone could still smell dog shit on me, but I didn’t get any problems. And at last I made it home. My girls were out, thank heaven, and I got a quick shower and got my clothes into the laundry before they could get home.
I was still imagining that I could smell dog poop, when a text message on my phone beeped. It was from Mistress Joanna reminding me to pay attention to my Bible Study assignment folder coupled with an assignment of “an exercise” I am to perform, with photos to show for it. Tonight’s exercise is that I am to slap my cunt with a wooden spoon 15 times, sending before and after pictures of it to her phone.
I won’t bore anyone with the Bible assignment, since it’s all about those minor prophets in the back of the Old Testament, and I think that stupid and confusing stuff is assigned to trip you up when they quiz you so that you get extra punishment, but more on that later. The cunt slapping wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, but I was already sore from everything else I had been through in the day and I did wait until after the girls were asleep so they wouldn’t hear. My poor cunt was already sore and red so I wasn’t sure how much different the before and after pictures might be, but after I finished it seemed to me that the labia were even more swollen than they had been when I left Mistress Joanna’s house. At least I hoped she might see it that way. But I heard nothing from her, so I took that as good news.
Then on Saturday afternoon I was at work behind the counter when I saw Mistress Joanna walk in with an older woman, heading right for me. Oh God, I thought, what do I do and how do I address her or them? I didn’t want to raise an extra attention, so I decided I would treat them like any other customers, or ‘clients,’ as retailers like to call them these days.
“May I help you ladies?” I asked, trying to smile and be nonchalant.
Joanna smiled back, “Yes, Meredith, I am looking for a gift for my daughter, and this is my mother, Mistress Rose.”
“It’s so nice to meet you Mistress Rose,” I replied hoping none of my co-workers would hear me right then. Rose stared at me at spoke quietly to Joanna as though I wasn't’ there.
“You are right Joanna, she does look like good training material.” Mistress Rose stared at me as if her gaze could bore a hole in my blouse, looking straight at my tits. I had worn a loose blouse so that my nipples wouldn’t be so obvious in the cut cup bra.
Joanna glanced over the jewelry in the showcase, drumming her purple nails on the glass. “Not much that I like right here, but tell me when is your next break?”
“I can take lunch anytime I want about now, Ma’—I mean, Mistress Joanna,” I answered as quietly as I could.
“Good, then you will meet us at the fitting rooms in Evening Wear in five minutes,” she said and they turned and headed for the escalator.
Oh, boy, I thought, what’s up with them now? I told the other girls in the department that I was taking lunch and slipped out from behind the counter. I thought I should visit the bathroom before meeting up with the two Mistresses but going downstairs to the staff room might make me late for them. I opted to go for the smaller room just off the Evening and Formal department upstairs, but as I got to it I saw Mistress Joanna outside the door and joined immediately by her mother emerging from the rest room.
“Oh, nice you are a minute or two early,” Joanna cooed at me. “Come along, I want you to assist my mother in something.” She turned and walked down the corridor of dressing rooms to the ‘Salon,’ a lounge area reserved for “special clients.” One of the dressing room doors was open and I saw two lavish gowns hanging there. Mistress Rose started into the room as Mistress Joanna took a seat on one of the plush armchairs.
“Follow her in, and help out, girl,” Mistress Joanna snapped.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I replied, almost automatically. I went into the room as the door slammed behind me and I felt Mistress Rose’s hand in my hair, shoving me against a side wall of the small room.
“All right slut, strip down to panties and show me what you are,” she said sharply. She stepped back and began to unbutton her own blouse.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said as I got out of my blouse and skirt as quickly as I could. I was wearing smoke grey thigh high stockings and as I started to pull them down she looked down at me and added
“Leave those pathetic rags on, but lose that obscene bra, then show yourself to me,” she barked, removing her skirt to reveal shiny silk hose with a lacey garter belt.
I unclipped and slipped out of the bra with the cut cups and stood before her wearing only my tiny panties and hose, hands clasped on my head. She looked me over as though I might be a vase of flowers she was thinking of buying, then reached out and twisted both my nipples. I tried not to flinch or draw away, but I did suck in my breath with the sudden pain.
“Learn to enjoy the pleasure of you betters,” she said with a cruel smile. I couldn’t help but envision her beating and whipping her Sister Irene just two days before at Joanna’s house.
She twisted hard again, and I found myself whimpering through my grated teeth, “Thank you Mistress Rose, thank you.”
She released, then slapped me across the face, the across each tit with huge force, then across the face again. “Help me put this on,” she snapped while holding up one of the gowns on the hanger. I took it from the hanger and was gathering the full skirt of the gown to raise it and help her into it when she slapped me again, even harder than before. “Not over my head, you stupid cow, that might muss my hair. On your knees slut and allow me to step into it
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said, dropping to my knees and holding the gathered gown out in front of me.
She had kicked off her shoes stepped into the dress, holding my hair to balance herself as she flicked at my arms and I stood up to pull the gown up and over her body. She had full breasts pushing out of a sleek silk bra and wore a bustier-like shaper over what I assumed was a typical aging belly. She turned away to allow me to straighten the shoulder straps and zip up the back. When I had zipped her, I stepped back and instinctively went back down on my knees.
She turned and gazed down at me and leaned back against the single chair in the room, snapping her fingers and pointing to her shoes. The Manolo Blahnik label on the insole told me those pumps cost more than I made in a week. As I started to put the right one on her extended foot, she snapped her fingers and said merely, “Show some proper respect,” snapping her fingers again.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said dropping lower to kiss her toes, licking quickly between them and not knowing what else to do.
“Now the other one you ignorant bitch,” she added, shoving her left foot in my face.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I added. After I had worshiped the other foot she looked at me with glaring, half-closed eyes.
“you may now dry your disgusting drool from my toes with your hair, then show proper respect to my shoes, too.”
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I heard myself saying as I tossed my hair over her spread toes and wiped them with it, then sat back and took up each of her expensive shoes.
“Don’t dirty the leather with your spit, scum,” she snarled. Put that slut tongue to work on the heel, you know what I mean.”
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said yet again, taking the heel into my mouth and sucking it like it was a dick, then following with the other one.
“Not so bad, I suppose,” she said casually, motioning for me to put them on her feet. After they were on her feet, I sat back on my heels, still kneeling. She lifted one out to me and flexed her ankle. “Make sure the sole is good and clean, too,” she added as I dropped to all fours to crawl to her and lick the bottoms of her shoes.
As I was licking the second shoe I heard the dressing room door open and Mistress Joanna stepped into my side vision.
“I was wondering how you two would be getting along by now,” displaying her wolf-like grin. “I might need my shoes done, too,” she laughed, “but Mother, wouldn’t you like her to give you a more thorough service?” They shared a giggle.
“Well, my bottom does have a strange itch,” Rose said, “ and maybe a sluttish tongue could remedy that.” The two of them laughed again.
“Whatever the Mistresses’ pleasure is my pleasure,” I said.
“Oh never mind for now, I will be there for next week’s training and you can show me then how obedient that tongue can be,” Mistress Rose said, pushing my face away with her foot. She stood up and twirled to show the gown to her daughter. “What do you think? Shall I try the other one?”
I wondered what they might have in store for me next as Mistress Joanna stepped over to her and unzipped the gown.
“I think this one is fine, why not take it?” she said, then looked down at me. “Slut, help her out if it and get her dressed, now.” She turned to leave, speaking over her shoulder, “I will wait for you outside, but please don't be too long with her, Mother.”
I had jumped to my feet to help her out of the gown, holding it again as she stepped out of it, gripping my hair for balance as she stepped out, this time leaving her shoes on. I stood with the gown and straightened it and placed it back on the hanger to hang it on a hook. I turned back to Mistress Rose in time for her reach out and pinch my right nipple with her left hand, yanking down with it. I went back to my knees as she pulled her black bikini panties aside right in front of my face.
“Doing my bottom can wait, but I want that slut tongue up in here,” she said, pointing to her pussy with a tiny patch of dark hair above it. Joanna says you have a good tongue, and I would like to see for myself,” she added. She settled back into the chair and reached to the table beside it, holding out a bottle to me.
“Rinse your filthy mouth and swallow it,” she said, smiling that predatory smile once again. “I want a clean mouth on me, and finish the bottle,”
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said, drinking it down. I realized how dry my mouth and throat had become. It had a funny chemical taste by I finished off the small bottle an set it on the table, my head held low.
“Now you can crawl up here and get busy” she motioned, spreading her legs wide. As I approached her pussy I could see it was already moist and I could smell her musky odor. Please don’t puke on her, I told myself as my tongue settled into her crack, licking up and down to start and working my tongue deeper. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she humped up into my face, and it wasn’t long until she was bucking with orgasm and holding my face tight into her with both fists in my hair. She shoved me back, picking up my cut bra with her toe and dangling it in my face.
“You may now get dressed, training cunt,” she said, flipping my bra over my nose and chin.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said for what seemed the hundredth time that day. As I dressed she grinned again.
“And that water contained some special ingredients, too, my dear. Along with a powerful diuretic that will keep you heading to the toilet all afternoon, is a special dye that will keep you peeing a bright, bright green for days, just as a reminder for what’s in store next Thursday at Joanna’s. I am looking forward to it, aren’t you, dear?”
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said distantly, pulling on the rest of my clothes and buttoning up as quickly as I could. What’s next, I thought, knowing I still had to get past Mistress Joanna out front, then get back to a long afternoon of frequent pit stops.
“Here, you can help me with this, too,” she said holding out her silk blouse to put it over her shoulders and turning to have me button it for her. She fingered my nipple between thumb and forefinger, smirking as I fumbled with her buttons.
“Now back to work with you, girl, and I shall see you on Thursday.”
I went out to the outer room of the Salon where Mistress Joanna sat, smiling at me. “Hope you had fun at our little luncheon, bitch.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered, keeping my eyes looking down at her feet. “Oh, and it seems as though you are a bit behind in submitting your Bible study homework. I will expect to see an up to date submittal before Church tomorrow morning at early Sunday School. Now, you’d best get on with things.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered blankly wondering how she knew so much about everything, and how I would need to spend at least four hours studying and turning in homework before the next day. And of course I had to work until closing at 9 p.m.
I wasn’t quite down the escalator to my department’s floor when the first rushing urge to pee hit me and I barely made it to the toilet in time. And it seemed like I had to go every few minutes all day after that. I thought closing time would never come and I ran to the john to pee one more time before going out to my car. When I got there and unlocked it I was about to slide into the driver’s seat when I caught the gagging whiff of dog shit. Right there on my seat was a big pile with a note on it:
“Meredith you crap slut, be sure and bring this to with you on Thursday so that you may return it to the kennels. Mistress J.”
So not only did she know just about everything about me and my job, she had a key and alarm code to my car. God, it was going to be along few days until Thursday. But first a few hours of boring Bible Study tonight. God, how did I get myself into this I asked as I tried to figure out a way of moving and saving the dog pile.
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