<!--ADULTSONLY-->
PICKED UP
(FFF/F, Blackmail, Slavery, Humiliation)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****
The unease
and anxiety of the young woman had been obvious from the moment she’d walked
into the bar. Still, Jackie was probably
one of the first to notice the trembling cute blondie – she had an eye for that
kind of thing, and not just because she was a cop.
This being
a pure lesbian bar, Jackie knew she had to make her move fast, before any of
the other horny dykes could move in.
They did get a lot of cute lesbians at the Pink Velvet, but surely the
blondie was a standout.
“Hi there”
she marched right up and smiled. The
black woman was a head taller than her younger, blonde counterpart. “Name’s Jackie – what’s yours sweetie?”
She looked
like she’d swallowed her tongue, but managed to say “Cindy” in a low,
unconfident voice.
Jackie
smiled a bit more. Cindy could not make
it more obvious that she was a newbie; still unsure whether she was meant to be
here, a lesbian bar in the lower west side, surrounded by tattooed, pierced
butch dykes… All the better Jackie
thought: Catch’em when they are fresh!
“Come this way Cindy, let me buy you a drink…”
“Yes,
Ma’am” the blonde replied in a lowered voice.
It was
impossible to miss that last lusty, shameful emphasis, the “Ma’am” word so
readily offered. Jackie suddenly knew
all about little Cindy. Just like the
song: Some of them wanna be abused…
Too good to be true?
Well, here she was, Cindy the wanna-be-sub,
no doubt wetting her panties at the sight of Jackie.
Perhaps,
Cindy wasn’t even a lesbian. Perhaps,
she wasn’t even here to get laid – maybe, she was here for the mere pleasure of
being a weakling, and calling bigger, stronger lesbians “Ma’am”… Just to get a whiff of her fantasies. And Jackie would bet her last dollar that
Cindy’s dirty little fantasies involved her being a cute little abused lesbian
sex slave, in the hands of a mighty dominatrix.
A big black dyke like Jackie?
All the better, of
course…
Now, Jackie
would have to see what could be done to turn little Cindy’s fantasies into
reality.
“Come this
way, Cindy” the black policewoman pulled the young blonde towards the back. “I got some friends I want you to meet…”
****
It was past
2 AM when they arrived at the entrance of a prestigious high-rise on Park
Avenue, where Cindy apparently owned a condo, courtesy of daddy… As a young stock broker, Cindy made a lot of
money, about 3 times what Jackie made as a narcotics officer to be specific,
but all that money went to shopping and vacationing, as Cindy had helpfully
explained, so Daddy had bought the apartment for her…
They were
now a group of four: Sarah, a notably
fat, chain-smoking accountant and Liz, a skinny, muscular woman with various
tattoos and piercings, who ran an auto body-shop in Brooklyn, had gladly
accepted their friend’s invitation to party with the cute blondie at her
place... They were after all friends of
Jackie and frequents at the Pink Velvet.
“Wow,
Cindy, nice digs…” Jackie chuckled, grabbing the blonde and kissing her
roughly. She stood out as the only black
member of the group, not to mention her considerable size.
“Please don’t… the doorman might
see” Cindy whined – after the 5 tequilas Jackie made her drink, the blonde
stock broker had certainly become more adventurous. Still, she seemed alarmed at any prospect of
discovery – it had taken a great deal to convince her to continue partying at
her apartment...
All the
same, Jackie grabbed the blonde’s ass just as they entered the building, winking
at the fat doorman, who was already eyeing the four women with clear interest…. She just loved how Cindy’s pretty face lit up
all red with embarrassment. The young
woman all but ran towards the elevators…
Soon, in
the comfortable confines of a large studio on the 25th floor, Cindy
was serving whiskey to her three lesbian guests – and drinking herself,
too.
Drinking
way too much…
****
The first
picture was of her naked, in her bed, fucking herself with a dildo – her own
dildo even though Cindy did not recall taking it out.
The second
picture was her naked, on her knees, head bowed, wrists handcuffed in the back
– she’d never had any handcuffs, they had to be the real police issue, straight
from Jackie’s purse – the younger woman barely remembered it…
The third
picture was her again – a close-up of her face, with her tongue darting out and
licking the pussy of another woman, a black pussy for sure, but that was all
one could tell…
“There are
lots more…” Jackie smiled at the blonde, a cruel and excited smile spreading
across her sturdy face. The morning
light was shining through the window.
Despite her terror, Cindy noted she was almost surely late for
work. Not that this could be her major
worry right now.
“Yeah, lots
more…” the other, fat dyke chimed in, her voice dripping with pleasure. “You were a great fuck…!”
Cindy
wanted to puke all over the floor right then.
The domineering Jackie, that had to have had an appeal for Cindy, last
night at least, just for living her fantasies – but the obnoxious fat pig was
nothing but revolting!
“And all
these naughty, naughty fantasies” came an amused chuckle from behind
Cindy. It was the skinny dyke, looking
like an auto mechanic… She was seated in
front of Cindy’s lap top, obviously going through the top secret materials
within…
The young
blonde found herself filled with terror at once, and she meant to get up to get
back her lap top. She paused when she
realized that she was covered with nothing but a thin blanket she kept in the
living room.
“Sit your
ass down” Jackie snarled, grabbing Cindy by the hair
and making sure she stayed down.
“And gimme
that blanket” the fat one chuckled, ripping away the thin sheet that protected
Cindy. “Don’t be so shy, slut – don’t
you remember everything you did for us last night…!”
Cindy
barely remembered a tiny portion of it – and that was enough to bring tears of
disgust to her eyes.
“And so
much more you’ll be doing…” Liz, the skinny one said merrily, still going
through Cindy’s computer. “You guys
really should see all the nasty stuff this bitch is into…”
Jackie
smiled: “Oh, she should see all the
nasty stuff we’re into…”
“And”, the
black woman grabbed the naked Cindy by the chin and pushed her face up, looking
right into her eyes: “You will… All those fantasies you like – well, my
little sub slut, you will experience them all, one by one, and then more stuff
that you didn’t dare imagine. Wait till
you see how much fun we’ll be having playing with you… slave! You want pain! Oh, you’ll get it – we can’t wait to have a
screaming little slut to torment for our amusement. You wanted to be dominated and fucked by
lesbians – well, slut you’ll now get fucked more often than a street whore, I
guarantee you that, by us and by anyone we want to loan you out to! You’ll be the best little carpet-muncher in
Manhattan in a year’s time, guaranteed.
You’ll be famous in all the dyke bars…”
“Oh yes” the
fat one said sternly. “You will do
everything we tell you – and you will do very many things you would have
thought impossible… That is, unless,
you’d rather let us send everyone you know all these lovely pictures…”
“Please,
please don’t do that” the young woman pled at once…
All three
lesbians were grinning as Cindy found herself on the verge of tears…
*****
Jackie turned the key
and entered Cindy’s apartment at half past 6 PM, as she’d been doing often for
the past month - what a blast it was to have a slave quarters to walk into after
a long, hard day’s work of chasing fuckin’ sociopaths and hardened
criminals. She’d been nearly shot at
just four hours ago on one of the nastiest street corners of Bronx – the big
fat drug dealer she’d caught with a big stash of coke had not been quick enough
to get at his well-hidden shotgun, but he’d managed to land a big blow to the
side of Jackie’s head before she’d restrained him with the aid of her club. Her head still hurt like a bitch –she’d
nearly needed stitches. God forbid if
she’d actually shot the bastard – his fancy, white-as-a-dove downtown lawyer
had already filed a police brutality complaint.
Never mind his client was a 300-pound behemoth already high on his own
product, who would have killed a Cop without
hesitation. And even though the
piece-of-shit she’d arrested was no less black than Jackie herself, she’d spent
a good two hours being grilled on the subject of racial profiling by her
lieutenant– who, like the lawyer, was white as a dove, dressed more like
corporate CEO than actual police, and was clearly bothered by the sight of
Jackie: A strong, tall, black, and
proudly lesbian woman wielding a gun and making decisions on her own on the
streets – streets where clowns like them wouldn’t even manage to survive
anymore… And either of those clowns
could very well have been little Cindy’s precious daddy or uncle or some
such… Now, there was a thought to lift
up her sprits and work out her frustration at the day’s events… – after all,
she did have one of those white-as-a-dove bitches in her total possession, did
she not?
Cindy waited for
Jackie as she’d been trained – completely naked except for a dog-collar that
would have looked too ugly on a bulldog.
She was on all fours in the middle of the living room when Jackie
entered, her head arching up to look up at her owner:
“Pleeeease fuck me
Mistress…. Pleeeeaseee fuck your bitch” she whined in the neediest voice any
girl could ever muster, but she did not wait for a response.
Instead, she crawled
towards Jackie like a slow dog in a rush, and began licking Jackie’s
police-issue boots – ‘that’s good’ Jackie thought. The boots clearly needed cleaning after walking
the beat in Bronx all day.
“Enough, slut…” Jackie
finally stopped her, walking past the supplicated posture of the nude blonde
girl, taking a comfortable seat.
“On your knees slave”
she ordered and Cindy assumed the position:
On her knees, thighs spread wide apart, her back straight as an arrow,
her hands clasped at the back of her neck…
“So, tell me slave”,
Jackie inquired, “were you fired today?”
Cindy swallowed hard,
her eyes cast down anxiously: “No
Mistress, not yet” she replied, her voice dripping with both shame and fear.
“Bad, bad, bad girl”
Jackie tapped on her pants, only half angry.
“You are going to cost me a bundle…”
Jackie, Sarah, and Liz
had a bet going on – on when Cindy would get fired from her highly respectable
job… Jackie had bet the earliest
deadline which was now only a couple days away, and so far Cindy’s new choice
of office clothes consisting of tiniest stretch mini-skirts, see-through
blouses, and towering fuck-me pumps had only produced half-amused,
half-delighted rebukes from her male superiors... Likewise, her half-way criminal offer for
sucking off an important client in the middle of a one-on-one meeting had
evidently only resulted in daily ‘investment advice’ trips to the said client
and a notable rise in the commissions she generated, which actually worked
against the little slut getting her ass canned and transforming into a 24-hour
available lesbian sex slave as planned. Perhaps,
getting caught fucking one of the – doubtless black – janitors would get the
job done. Jackie decided this was
exactly what she would order Cindy to try the next morning… But only after Jackie administered her
well-deserved punishment for failing to get fired – 2 more days, and they’d be
in that fat bitch Sarah’s target zone and Jackie would be out-of-the-money… She didn’t like that one bit.
Her eyes got caught on
the giant-screen TV placed in the middle of the living room – it had a
slide-show playing on it: One picture
after another of Cindy in totally exposed, humiliating positions – Cindy eating
one pussy after another, Cindy being punished and violated, Cindy fucking
herself with various obscene tools, Cindy tied up in severe bondage and being
spanked… The web address remained fixed
at the top:
www.cindycooperthelesbianfucktoy.net. If anyone actually did try the web site, all
they would get was a blank, password protected page… And with so many Cindy Coopers in the
phonebook, who was to know?
Except that Jackie, Sarah, and Liz had access
to the web site and could remove the password protection even remotely from
their cell-phones. Another little press
of a button would have put in motion a mass-mail batch heading to Cindy’s
entire contact list, advertising the newly bared web site of hers… Sarah had once left the web site exposed
till Cindy could be convinced to make her cumm – the blonde stock broker had made
the fat accountant climax in about 90 seconds…
And she’d still had to beg Sarah to put back up the password protection…
Cindy remained on her
knees, watching Jackie attentively and waiting for orders. If there was one thing Jackie was sure of, it
was that Cindy’s fantasies of being dominated were no more than a faint,
make-belief whim that wore away quickly, and she was no lesbian at all. She was as straight as good girls came – and
she flat-out hated the touch of lesbians, let alone being dominated into
endless, furious sex by them. This, of
course, provided much amusement: What
could be better for three dominants than to have a pretty, straight girl in their
hands, who didn’t wanna be dominated or fucked by lesbians but had no choice in
it? A girl they could play with but who
didn’t want to play along…. It was almost too good to be true….
Jackie got up and placed
her police-issue hand-cuffs on Cindy’s delicate wrists, locking her hands
behind the naked blonde’s back – Jackie owned a wide range of bondage tools but
nothing gave her as much pleasure as using her own good ol’ official police-issue
cuffs, without any fear of ‘police brutality’ or ‘perp rights’ or any other
such non-sense… Unlike the dangerous
criminals and gang members she had to battle daily, Cindy was here to be
restrained and take it as her Mistress saw fit, without any concern or any
limit… Jackie attached the usual chain
to Cindy’s hand-cuffs and connected it
to the hook they had placed on the ceiling –and she pulled: The effect was that soon Cindy was
bent-forward at more than 90 degrees so her head and her pelvis were nearly
level, her arms were pulled taut behind her back, her big fat tits dangled
obscenely in front of her, her long blonde hair curtained her worried face, her
shapely legs stood straight and rigid, and most importantly, the unyielding
position left her well-formed ass high up and totally exposed; a big, merry
target for her Mistress…
And if there was one
thing that was more eye-catching than the full nudity and the totally
vulnerable posture of Cindy, it was the tattoos… One on each butt,
and one at the small of her back. They
were made with dark, rich red ink. The
one at the small of her back had a nude woman in chains and on all fours,
licking the booted feet of a dominatrix whose leather-clad legs and long whip
were the only visible parts. The picture
was surrounded in an arch with the words:
“I am a lesbian sex slave bitch”…
The tattoo on the right buttock said “Fuck me”, and the on the left said
“Spank me”, all in the same red ink. Who
could resist such a shameless offering? Jackie
slid her fingers over the tattoos lovingly, recalling how much fun it had been
to place them there – perhaps, Cindy wouldn’t agree: For one thing, she’d cried and begged to not
have them. She’d looked utterly
humiliated at hearing what was to be permanently printed on her nubile
body. For another thing, they had the
tattoos made by an extremely sleazy tattoo artist in the seedy part of Brooklyn,
near Liz’s auto-shop, and the 300-pound tub of lard had agreed to take the
payment in the form of sexual favors from Cindy for a full day – they had tapes
of this, too, and he could barely manage to do anything more than making the
girl hop on him non-stop for hours but the slave-girl had been no less
disgusted and humiliated because of it…
Jackie could see the
faint stripes over the tattoos from the punishment a few days ago. No matter – after all, punishing her slave
was the prerogative of a Mistress. Cindy
was the slave, and she existed to provide entertainment and pleasure to Jackie
and her friends. Sometimes Jackie got
her fun from fucking the young, gorgeous blonde every way she liked; sometimes
she got her fun from punishing and humiliating the little slut… Whatever suited her fancy…
And now she wanted to see a screaming slut at
the end of her whip….
Jackie grabbed the
usual gag, as well – it was a rope gag that muffled the snotty slave’s screams
without totally silencing her. Jackie loved
to hear the blonde scream as she endured her well-deserved punishment, but then
a proper place for a slave would have been a good, sturdy, deep dungeon – not
the 25th floor of a luxury condo building. As much as Jackie enjoyed making Cindy
scream, she did not want to make all the neighbors rush to the door. For now, her muffled cries would be pleasing
enough…
She picked up her
favorite crop – a black, leather tool that was thin with a pointy head. It was very good for drawing painful cries of
submission from the girl, even though the marks it left were negligible… She pushed apart
Cindy’s naked feet, making sure her ass was left even higher and more inviting,
while her nude pussy was exposed.
She touched and
prodded Cindy’s pussy with the tip of the crop and chuckled in delight – the
girl was plainly wet… One side of her
still loved her predicament, the pathetic little slut
couldn’t help it.
And of course the fact
that she wore an automatic vibrator all day long in the office did not help – it
was programmed to activate every 15 minutes for a 1-minute run…
Enough to keep the slave
horny and crazy, but not enough to let her cumm.
Of course, she wasn’t ever allowed to cumm
without permission from her owners anyway, the punishment for which would be
extremely severe – the one time they had discovered her betrayal of this strict
rule, they had beaten her senseless everyday for a week. Needless to say, Cindy now knew orgasming at
will was a privilege reserved for her superiors and slaves got release only
when their owners saw fit… Probably not
what she’d had in mind when she’d coyly followed Jackie at the Pink Velvet with
all that heat between her thighs, but life could be tough sometimes….
Jackie cleaned the
juices on her crop by brushing it against back of Cindy’s legs. “Tomorrow bitch” she said confidently, “you
will get your pretty ass fired and allow me to win this stupid bet… Or, this
here tonight will be like candy. I will
punish you like you could have never imagined…”
Jackie tapped on
Cindy’s defenseless buttocks playfully, playing with the girl’s anxiety – for a
kinky slut with fantasies of being dominated, she was
a total wimp when it came to pain. She flexed
her arm and landed the first jolt on Cindy’s shapely ass, drawing a stifled
yelp from the girl. It was great, but
not quite right. Jackie made her way
towards the cabinet which used to house Cindy’s business files and books, but
now contained an endless supply of sex toys and tools. Soon, she was back with another chain, which
she hooked to Cindy’s collar and attached to the hand-cuffs also – the effect
was to pull Cindy’s head up. Jackie
pulled back her long blonde hair, too, leaving the young woman’s face in the
open. Cindy was now facing a living room
wall covered with top-to-bottom mirrors.
Satisfied, Jackie went back to her position behind the girl – now, she’d
be able to see Cindy’s face as she took her blows.
Cindy’s face lit up
red with humiliation as she saw her reflection on the mirror. Here she was, totally nude, in the ties and
chains of a worthless, pathetic slave, bent into in a totally supplicated
posture, facing her own shame. Her tits
were dangling before her as a horrible obscenity. The rope biting into her mouth made her look
incredibly desperate. And there she was
Jackie, her Mistress, one of her Mistresses, standing behind her, all powerful
and cocksure of herself, ready to take her fun out of Cindy, without a care or
concern… Cindy shut her eyes in shame –
why would she care? Cindy was the bitch after
all, her bitch; she might have been so many other things a month ago, young,
beautiful, successful…
but she was now just Jackie’s bitch… She waited for the blows to come in terrible
anticipation. This was not what she had
wanted, no, never…
She did not wait long
– one blow after another landed on Cindy’s defenseless buttocks, drawing ever
more desperate cries from the 25-year old stock broker… Her tits shook like crazy with every blow,
her face turned redder and redder, matching her ass with every wallop. Jackie clearly loved taking her time with it,
playing with the girl, keeping her blows uneven to keep Cindy on her toes and
ever unprepared. She loved every little cry
she drew out of her defenseless pleasure slave….
After 20 strokes or
so, Jackie stopped – her arm was growing tired and the girl was already a mess,
whimpering, crying, red all over, and sweating like she was in the middle of a
gang-bang… And more importantly, Jackie
was incredibly turned on… What a great
way to relax and let go off her frustrations this had been – she recalled the
whities she’d had to endure at work dismissively. Here was a pristine white girl, and look what
Jackie was doing to her…. Scores were
even… No, actually, Jackie was ahead and
she meant to run up the score on Cindy…
She went back to the cabinet
and came back with a huge, black strap-on, covered with big ugly buttons – she
went to the front of Cindy, and untied her gag.
“Aren’t you going
thank me, slave?” she asked sternly but with a grin on her strong face.
“Thank you for
punishing me Mistress” Cindy replied with nearly teary eyes, looking up at
Jackie as much as she could. It was
almost believable that the girl was grateful for her punishment – her training
had been very successful, and rule number 1 was that she always had to look
like she loved whatever was being done to her…
“Kiss it slut” Jackie
ordered, placing the strap-on in front of the young woman’s face. The girl hesitated only for a moment, she
was clearly whipped, but she opened her mouth obediently and planted a long kiss
on the ugly tool as ordered.
“Good” Jackie
smiled. She stepped out of her boots and
pants, and then slid down her black bikini panties and put on the giant
strap-on. “Time for my little slave to
get fucked like the screaming whore that she is…!”
Jackie removed her
blouse and bra, too – she was now naked like Cindy, except for the giant
strap-on protruding from her torso. She positioned herself behind Cindy, seeing
her own reflection and Cindy’s on the
mirror – the contrast between her dark, black, feminine yet strong body and
Cindy’s weak, soft, creamy white form was a huge turn-on for the dominant
lesbian. She grabbed Cindy’s hips with
her strong hands, like a powerful man. She
slammed hard into Cindy in one swift move, drawing a loud scream out of the
girl. Soon, the living room was filled
with screams and moans of Cindy, pain from the violation of the giant rubber
cock mixing with humiliating pleasure – Cindy did not want to take pleasure
like this, as a bound, belittled, humiliated, abused slave, a mere toy and bitch
to her owners… but there was no denying it – Jackie was slamming into her like
a furious, powerful stud.
“You may cumm slave…”
Jackie finally announced and soon Cindy had no other choice – the orgasm
flooded her brain, and she screamed like she was burning inside out…
The last time she’d
been allowed to cum had been almost 2 weeks ago…
*****
When Sarah and Liz
entered Cindy’s apartment, it was an hour later. Jackie was still naked, but seated on the big
leather sofa – Cindy was kneeling on the floor before her and alternating
between licking her pussy and licking her asshole. She was still handcuffed – there was no need
for it, since Cindy hardly ever dared show any significant disobedience. But Jackie liked keeping her in chains,
almost as much as Cindy hated it. It was
a constant reminder of Cindy’s status as a slave – besides, Jackie figured, she didn’t need her hands for her current task, did
she… She also held on to two little
chains – they were attached to nipple clamps placed on Cindy’s breasts, and
while the clamps produced a constantly painful bite, the girl jerked in fresh
agony every time Jackie pulled on the chains, which she did whenever Cindy’s
effort sagged in the slightest. She’d
been going at it for the hour, having delivered her Mistress two shattering
orgasms. Jackie wanted a third…
“My, you certainly are
having fun…” Liz said with a chuckle.
“Oh, yesss” Jackie
replied, and groaned in pleasure as her 3rd orgasm came in a wave –
she let go off the chains and grabbed on to Cindy’s blond locks instead as she
pushed up her torso forcefully, rubbing her pussy all over young woman’s face… When Jackie released her hair, Cindy’s face
was drenched in the dominant black woman’s juices.
“Go greet your other
Mistresses” Jackie ordered.
Cindy attempted at
moving in the most servile fashion she could have imagined hand-cuffed as she
was, trying to walk on her knees, but Sarah cut her short: ”Crawl to me slut”
she barked.
Cindy dropped on the
floor and crawled towards the other two women who had taken seats in big chairs
by the window. Her breasts burned in
pain as they brushed against the hard wooden floor and she managed to move ever
slowly, but she arrived at Sarah’s feet. She began licking the fat accountant’s shoes –
after she was done with hers, she moved over to Liz, and gave her shoes a
tongue-wash too. She finally lifted her
head and got on her knees before the two lesbians, and began begging to be used
and fucked by them, in the usual utterly needy fashion… The chains still dangled from her tits,
shaking and turning as she pled to be used…
Both women eyed her
with dismissive smirks – they knew of course she no longer wanted to play this
game or service lesbians. But Jackie had
trained the little slut perfectly; she always managed to act and look like she
was desperate for a good fuck from her Mistresses. On the surface, she was always dying to bury
her pretty head between their thighs to give them pleasure and she loved
everything they did to her – even all the endless humiliations and punishments
were rightful and natural prerogatives of her owners and she was deserving of
every disgrace visited on her…
But one could see through
the act – Sarah thought that just tingled her pussy
all the more. It was so much more fun
this way… “Hush slut” the fat
accountant stopped her. “You will serve
the pleasure of your betters soon enough…”
She took out a cigarette. “We
got couple of trips planned for you...” she said taking a puff form the
cigarette.
Almost
surrealistically, Cindy recalled the days when she did not allow any smoking in
her apartment. Those days had been when
her friends – smart, educated, beautiful and classy girls like herself – were
the visitors.
Or
potential boyfriends, who were handsome and rich….
Now she was kneeling in the middle of her
living room in an apartment for which her father still made the mortgage
payments, and she was begging on her knees to be raped by filthy lesbians and
looked like she was dying to be their little lesbian fucktoy…
“Tomorrow, back to
Brooklyn” Liz chimed in. She was the one
with all the tattoos all over her muscled arms – she knew the fat tattoo guy,
her auto shop was just a block away. “We
gotta do a bit more decorating on our property…!”
Cindy was doing a poor
job of hiding her terror.
“No tattoos this
time…” Liz explained helpfully – “piercings actually – one on each tit, so we
can hang and attach things
when we feel like…. And a few on the tongue of course – I love
getting eaten by a slut with tongue piercings…
It feels sooo good…! I’m still
undecided on the pussy… And Billy is
really looking forward to working with you again!”
All three women
laughed at this, even as Cindy shivered on the floor.
Jackie had put on her
clothes and was walking about. “You are
happy to be decorated for your owners, aren’t you slave?” she asked firmly.
“Yes, Mistress” Cindy
replied desperately, she could not risk more punishment, not again... “Whatever you see fit Mistress – I am always
happy to please my Owners, Mistress….” she said anxiously, trying to make sure
she looked like an enthusiastic participant in her own deformation…
“Good girl” Jackie
replied, taking a seat.
“But first, tonight…”
Sarah spoke again, taking another puff from her cigarette – she could not find
any ashtrays around so simply dropped the ashes on the floor.
“We’re
going to the Pink Velvet - we can’t wait to finally show off our slave to all
the dirty dykes there!”
Sarah produced a
package and took out a piece of clothing from inside…
“And this is what
you’ll be wearing…”
She held it up and
turned it around for everyone to see: It
was a tiny, white, nearly see-through satin gown, resembling the outfits of
Roman slave girls. It barely came down
to mid-thigh, and was wide open at the sides, held together merely by a couple
of bows on each side, with a super deep cut in the back… Cindy could see right away how flimsy and
small it was, it’d be well beyond any respectable attempt at looking sexy
–instead a mere excuse to flaunt herself
like a slut and provoke everyone at sight.
But the worst thing
was at the front, even though it was flat and showed no cleavage: There was a big, glossy print in dark red
with gold sprinkles:
“Lesbian Slave Girl –
Your Wish is My Command”
“This is all you’ll be
wearing, nothing else slut… Well, except
for your slave collar and the biggest pair of high-heels you got…” Sarah said
in hilarity.
Cindy looked up at
them and the costume, barely managing to hide her dismay – the idea of going
back to Pink Velvet was bad enough – but
to go to that place, which was after all a normal bar, even if a lesbian
one, as a freely advertised sex slave was just too horrible and humiliating to
ponder… She was sure she’d have to walk
out of the apartment wearing that thing, too, they’d get a cab, stand in line,
order drinks at the bar… wearing that humiliating ridicule of a cloth with the
mortifying print on it… She wanted to
die and disappear right then.
Both Sarah and Liz
were smiling with evil glee… Liz jumped in merrily: “Honey, tonight, you will eat more pussy than
you have ever imagined… I’m sure all our
friends will be very impressed with our acquisition!”
“But you start with
us” Sarah said, unzipping her pants with a loud sound.
“Get to work slave”
Sarah ordered, as she slid off her pants.
Liz was undoing her
pants, too - she would be next.
And Jackie was already
pondering if she should go for a fourth before the gang made their way to Pink
Velvet…
But then, she figured,
perhaps having her pussy eaten at the back of the bar would be more fun… And maybe she’d catch another white little
slut who wanted to be dominated by a big black dyke…!
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****