Clare and Angie sat opposite each other on Clare’s kitchen table. Both had bowls of cereal in front of them which they stared at and played with in an uninterested way seemingly equally lost in thought.

Angie had arrived back at the flat shortly after Clare. Angie didn’t say much, simply walking in, going straight to the bathroom and taking a long shower, just as Clare had done before her. She had then emerged to be asked by Clare if she wanted any breakfast, and there they had both seated themselves dressed for the first time in a couple of days in normal clothing.

As they continued to play with the cereal the silence was broken by Angie, first sighing then throwing down the spoon she was holding.

‘I can’t stand this anymore,’ Angie suddenly exclaimed. ‘I just can’t stand it Clare! What I did last night was ... it was simply awful; indescribably awful. Bill didn’t have me do most of what he did with you, he had me do it all! First posing for him in that awful slutty underwear, then explaining how I had been hypnotised and programmed, even though he already knew – he seemed to enjoy me telling him, knowing presumably how embarrassing I was finding it talking about how I had to be aroused by being humiliated and the like. Then I had to beg him to use me. And of course he asked me if I was turned on because of the humiliation of it all and I had to tell him that of course I was. And just like you he then made me pose and ... well ... he molested me and made me ... well, you know.

‘I had to go through all of the rest of it as well; even the part where I had to apologise for teasing him whilst he spanked me, even though I never did any such thing. When I pointed this out he simply told me to make up things and apologise for them while he spanked me. And of course I had sex all the ways he did with you. Including ... well ... anal, which was horrible! He didn’t let me go either like he did with you. That’s why it was so late before I got back. He made me sleep with him and then he made me have sex with him again when we woke. And the worst thing was that it was on his lap again where I had to take the lead and repeat all those phrases. And of course because he had come so often already it took him nearly an hour to come that last time. Oh god! I’m getting turned on again thinking about it. I hate this so much!!’ Angie almost squealed this. She looked up to see Clare’s reaction, and found her only continuing to stare at her breakfast and play with it still seemingly lost in thought.

‘So what happened with you and Graham?’ Angie said curious at Clare not responding to her petulance. ‘At least it can’t be worse than what happened to me.’

‘Oh you know nothing,’ Clare replied, at last looking up in a way that made Angie’s blood run cold. Clare then went on to relate how Graham had told her to love him madly until arriving back at her flat, and how she had done just that. She told her how this had made her respond to Graham also, as though he were the greatest love of her life.

‘Surely they can’t make us do that?’ Angie said with a look of shock on her face. ‘They can change our behaviour, but surely they can’t make us love them?’

Clare looked up at her. ‘You may find out for yourself fairly soon if Graham talks to Keith about it.’

‘Oh no!’ Angie responded, her mouth dropping open.

‘Anyway,’ Clare continued. ‘We have more immediate problems. We have our first joint date tonight, and I have a feeling it is going to be the first of many for us.’

Angie put her head in her hands. ‘Oh god! This can’t be happening!’ she squealed.

It was six fortyfive in the evening and Clare and Angie stood again in front of the mirror looking themselves over in readiness for their dates to arrive. They had attempted to spend the day utilising some freedom in the hope that it would make them feel better, and perhaps allow them to gain some control over themselves that they had been unable to demonstrate over the past week. This had backfired in the extreme.

After breakfast they had both decided they would go out and look around shops and search for some normality. No longer compelled to wear slutty clothes in their free time Clare put on some jeans and a loose shirt. She told Angie she would meet her in town. After going home to change Angie met Clare as agreed near a Starbucks cafe at lunch time. She too had taken advantage of her apparent freedom and was now modestly dressed in baggy jeans and a large shirt.

‘God I feel so much better dressed like this,’ Angie said as the girls walked into the Starbucks for a coffee.

‘I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies,’ Clare replied.

‘Perhaps this will help and we’ll get some self control back,’ Angie said hopefully.

‘Perhaps,’ Clare said with an attempt to humour her desperate companion.

A half hour later on their second coffees they were talking about their pasts and occasionally laughing and joking, with their unfortunate situations almost forgotten in what was turning into a quite normal Saturday morning. After finishing their coffees they decided to look around some shops and indulge in some retail therapy after their recent more unpleasant shopping experiences. This lasted an hour, however then the day took a turn for the worse.

As they were walking into a department store smiling and chatting about a pair of jeans Clare had just tried on a familiar voice rang in their ears.

‘Hello girls. Why fancy meeting you here.’

Both girls turned to the sound of the voice, their faces going pale. Hilary Hayes was stood there behind them, still wearing a power suit even on her day off with a designer labelled bag of shopping in one hand.

‘I thought it was you two, but had to do a double take when I saw the way you were both dressed. I’m so used to seeing you both dressed like whores these days.’

‘Erm. We were just doing some shopping Ms Hayes,’ Clare said. ‘Well it’s great to run into you, but we had best be getting off now, right Angie?’

‘Yes right,’ Angie replied, before both girls turned and attempted to leave.

‘Wait a minute. Not so fast,’ Hilary replied. ‘I really don’t like the way you two are dressed. Sluts like you two really should not be so modest in your dress and behaviour. I mean it seriously as well. It’s a bit of a contradiction you behaving like sluts with your dates and at work and then dressing like respectable women the rest of the time around town. From now on girls dress like the sluts that you are when you are in town as well as at work. Go back now to Clare’s flat and dress in some short skirts, fitted tops and your uplift bras and four inch stilettos and put on full makeup like you would for work. When you have done that come back and carry on walking around and shopping until four o’clockish. You can go home and get ready for your dates then. Make sure that from now on you dress sluttily at home, at work and in town.

‘Also when you’re walking around town from now on walk around sexily, waggling your hips, and slowly with one foot directly in front of the other and your heads up high, like you’re models on a catwalk. And do everything you can to catch the eyes of guys. If any guy looks you over smile back at him, smooth your hands down your figure and look interested. If he carries on looking go over and talk to him. Make some smalltalk and give him every opportunity to ask you on a date. If he doesn’t look like he’s going to ask you on a date you ask him. Also if any guys mistake you for whores – which let’s face it would be understandable – and they ask you how much you cost you are to respond that you are not a prostitute you just enjoy being used as a sex toy by guys. Then get your diary out and ask them if they want to come back to your place one evening for some fun. I hope you’ve got your diaries handy girls?’

Both girls nodded, their faces now with looks of defeat.

‘Excellent.’ Hilary then took as step closer to the girls, both of whom were now clearly looking embarrassed at the thought of obeying these latest commands. She then looked directly at Clare moving so she was almost nose to nose with her. ‘Oh dear. You look embarrassed at the thought of behaving like a whore this afternoon Clare. I bet it’s making your pussy all wet as well though isn’t it? Answer me honestly Clare,’ she said smiling.

Clare swallowed pinkening. ‘Yes,’ she finally choked out still gazing down and becoming even more aroused at being humiliated by having to acknowledge the fact.

‘Then look at me and tell me that your pussy’s wet and you’re aroused at the thought of dressing and behaving like the slut that you are this afternoon. Maintain eye contact whilst you do so, I want this to be as humiliating as possible for you Clare,’ Hilary said cruelly licking her lips.

The command was so humiliating that a rush of arousal hit Clare so great that she almost came. Hovering on the brink Clare helplessly raised her gaze and look at Hilary directly in the eyes, and painfully slowly the words then fell from her lips. ‘Yes. My pussy is wet and I’m aroused by the thought of dressing and behaving like the slut I am this afternoon.’

‘Excellent Clare,’ Hilary replied, continuing to lick her lips. ‘I bet humiliating you still further like this has driven you to the point of an orgasm now as well hasn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ Clare answered in almost a moan still unable to remove her gaze from Hilary’s eyes and unable to do anything other than answer honestly. She was teetering on the edge as a result of being so thoroughly humiliated.

Hilary humphed and looked Clare up and down in mock disgust. ‘Typical. That just demonstrates perfectly what a complete and utter submissive slut you are. Go into the department store’s toilets with Angela, go into a cubicle together and masturbate each other to orgasm, like the good little sluts you are. And after that go home, get changed into your slut clothes and do as I told you.’ Hilary then turned to leave. As she walked away she said, ‘Happy shopping.’

Both girls obediently went into the department store went straight to the Ladies’ toilets and went into a cubicle together. Fortunately the Ladies’ was otherwise empty. They then pulled down their jeans, reached for each other’s crotches and began work on their helplessly aroused wet pussies. Clare came almost immediately as a result of the level of her arousal with a loud groan. Angie came shortly afterwards with Clare rubbing her clit steadily with her middle fingers, emitting a loud ‘Ohhh!’ as she reached her climax.

Both girls then washed and left immediately to get changed at Clare’s flat. At Clare’s they both dressed in tight stretch minis, their up lift bras, and vest tops and put on heaps of makeup before returning to town. They then recommenced from where they had left, though now with far less interest in their retail therapy then before.

‘This is awful. I just want to go back home now,’ Angie squealed petulantly and uselessly. They both walked slinkily between shops, hardly looking at clothes, their hips waggling from side to side, one stilettoed foot directly in front of the other. Every time they passed a man they both helplessly emphasised this still more, gazing in his direction like whores trying to hook custom. Needless to say they were both quickly and frequently noticed.

Clare was first after being noticed by a large squat fortyish year old guy with thinning hair. Though repulsed by him she turned and smiled as he looked her over. He continued to look smiling back, so Clare helplessly put her hands up to the sides of her breasts and smoothed them down her waist and hips as she slinkily approached him smiling.

‘Hi handsome,’ she heard herself say to what was probably the ugliest guy she had seen that day.

‘Err. Hello,’ the man said looking around furtively in between looking Clare over. ‘Are you ... are you ... well ... a prostitute or something?’ the guy asked nervously. ‘I don’t usually get girls like you talking to me.’

Clare had an urge to tell the guy firmly that she most certainly was not. And so her programming interpreting this as repudiating sexual abuse immediately compelled her to smile more broadly and politely say, ‘Thank you.’ She then helplessly continued with Hilary’s commands. ‘No I’m not a prostitute. I just enjoy being used as a sex toy by guys.’ As she said this she reached in her bag and took out her diary. ‘How do you fancy coming over to mine for some fun one night?’ As she said this she was aware of her pussy yet again moistening as a result of the embarrassment she was feeling in helplessly behaving this way with some ugly complete stranger.

The man looked at her before quickly looking around fearfully, and confused as to how to react. ‘I’m ... I’m sorry I’ve got to be going,’ he said hurriedly, before moving past Clare and walking quickly on.

Clare felt relief, but at the same time a curious annoyance that the guy had turned her down. As she looked around she saw Angie was talking to a group of three young men of around nineteenish. She was stroking her hands down herself and wiggling and smiling and helplessly doing her best to attract them. One of them looked around and caught sight of Clare, and so she again walked over sexily, smoothing her hands down herself and smiling.

One of the guys again asked if they were a couple of hookers, this time addressing Angie. She reacted as Clare had, first by explaining that she wasn’t and just enjoyed being used as a sex toy by guys, before taking out her diary and asked him if he would like to come around for some fun. As she said this she clearly reddened with embarrassment, something the guys did not appear to notice but Clare did.

The three guys looked at each other grinning broadly as though Christmas had come early and said, ‘Sure,’ almost as one. The guy Angie had been talking to said, ‘Do you come together?’ indicating to Clare.

Clare immediately reached smiling for her bunny diary. That was Sunday evening sorted out.

For two hours the girls did this and spoke to almost twenty guys of all shapes and sizes and ages. By the time they felt able to go back to Clare’s at four o’clock they had both amassed full diaries for the next week.

Clare stood contemplating her new dates as at six fortyfive she stood at the side of Angie looking at herself in her bathroom mirror awaiting the first of many.

Clare had originally attempted to wear similar clothing to what she had during day’s shopping; a stretch mini skirt and fitted top. This however was prevented by Angie, whose unconscious mind apparently decided that it felt the body stocking to be the sluttiest piece of clothing available. Unlike Clare Angie had tried on the body stocking in the store before buying, and so recognised it to be by far sluttier than anything else they had.

The logic of wearing it was unwavering. Angie like Clare realised that it was unlikely the guys would want to take them out when they were being offered it on a plate at Clare’s apartment. So there was no need to think of their appearance being too over the top for going out. And if for some bizarre reason they did insist on them going out she could always get changed. Consequently Angie had just followed the command to dress as slutty as possible, and picked the sluttiest clothing available. To make matters worse Angie’s programming prevented her wearing anything else under the stocking, realising that this would make the sluttiness of the appearance complete. In fact the only other item she wore was her four inch heels. Once seeing Angie Clare’s unconscious programming made an identical decision, and she had been similarly forced to dress only in her identical stretch body stocking and heels.

Both girls were breathing heavy and blushing as they looked at themselves in the mirror and awaited the knock on the door of John Garcy and Derek. Angie stared at herself in her pastel pink body stocking, Clare at herself in her matching pastel blue. Playboy bunnies adorned the stockings: two largish ones over their breasts and a smaller one over the crotch bisected by the zipper.

Though the body stockings were coloured they were of extremely thin material. This caused the girls’ nipples to be clearly visible not just in form but also slightly in colouration through the stocking material of the playboy bunnies over them. Similarly their muffs were clearly visible through the bunny situated there bisected by the zipper that ran down from between their breasts between their legs and up their bottom cracks to their lower back areas. A similar little playboy bunny toggle to their work uniforms danced functionally between their breasts attached to the zipper.

The stockings clung perfectly to the girls’ bodies, giving them the appearance of being almost painted on, rather than being of actual substance. In addition despite their clinginess their gossamer thinness prevented them giving the girls any support, and as they moved even slightly the girls’ breasts and buttocks clearly wobbled as though they were naked.

‘I have to get changed! I have to change in to something else! I simply can’t answer the door like this!’ Angie exclaimed petulantly. She walked out of the bathroom and picked up a mini skirt before taking hold of the bunny toggle on her body stocking and attempting to unzip it. Her hand shook slightly as she uselessly fought the programming compelling her to remain dressed that way. She then screamed shrilly and stamped her stilletoed foot on the floor.

‘This is simply awful!’ she exclaimed. As she did there was a knock on the door. Angie looked at Clare, who had emerged from the bathroom. ‘Oh no! They’re here. Please don’t answer the door!’

‘Angie, you know it’s useless to try. The commands we’ve been given will force one of us to answer it.’ Clare then walked over to the door, aware of her breasts and butt cheeks wobbling gently with each movement. Angie briefly attempted to resist, shaking as she fought the compulsion to go to the door, before relenting and walking over to stand beside Clare.

The girls opened the door, and stood outside smiling were John Garcy and Derek. Derek was dressed smartly with a tie. John was chewing gum and was dressed in dirty looking grey slacks and a shirt that looked too small for him. His large gut hung over his belt and his belly showed through in between the stretched buttons of his shirt. The smile went off Derek’s face and was replaced with a look of open mouthed surprise as he saw the way both girls were dressed. The smile on Garcy’s face merely broadened.

‘Wow! See I told you the rumours were right,’ Garcy said to his opened mouthed friend as he stared first at Angie’s tits before moving his gaze down to her crotch. ‘Looks as though we’re not going to be going seeing a film tonight bro,’ he said to Derek and continued with a snigger in between chewing his gum. ‘Glad I didn’t get dressed up. Didn’t think from what I heard that I’d need to, and boy was I right.’

‘Come in guys,’ Clare heard herself say sensuously as she moved away from the door. The embarrassment of the situation was forcing her to an incredible state of arousal, and she knew that Angie would be feeling the same. This was heightened by Garcy’s aside comment about ‘rumours’. Even after what she had gone through there was still a rush of embarrassment at the knowledge that their behaviour was now quickly getting around the offices. “It would certainly be getting around after tonight,” she thought.

‘Have a seat,’ Clare said walking over to her chairs. She could feel the boys drinking in the image of her breasts and butt cheeks gently jiggling as she walked and her arousal ramped up still further with the sense of helpless humiliation it produced. The two men followed and seated themselves in the centre of Clare’s settee, Derek with his mouth still agape, Garcy still with a broad grin chewing his gum and looking Clare up and down shamelessly like she were a piece of meat.

Clare walked over and seated herself next to Derek who continued to eye her nervously but almost drooling. Angie was still stood near the door a few feet away. Clare looked over and saw Angie shake slightly as she fought uselessly the compulsion to go to Garcy before eventually relenting. As she walked over Angie helplessly did so sensuously and slowly, with her head high and one foot in front of the other like a model. Her large breasts gently jiggled with each step in the unsupportive stocking. She was smiling, but Clare could see from the slightly wild look in her eye and her pink face that she was finding the behaviour far from pleasant. Clare glanced and Angie’s crotch, and her eyes widened. The shocking pink material of the body stocking Angie wore was darkened over her crotch just below the little bunny situated there. She hoped that neither of the boys would look there on either Angie or herself, as she was also extremely wet and knew that it would be showing on her also.

Unfortunately John Garcy had been looking over Angie as she approached with the same casual regard as he had Clare. ‘Wow Angie,’ he said looking at Angie’s crotch as she stood in front of him. ‘You look kind’a – horny and wet, if you don’t mind me sayin. Here, come and sit on my lap’ As he said this he patted the area on his lap where he wanted her, and moved down the settee away from Derek as he did. Clare could see his crotch below his large belly already bulging with an erection.

Angie immediately helplessly did as Garcy instructed, turning her back and then sitting on his lap facing towards Derek at Garcy’s right. Her breasts bounced and as she did so, and she still wore a pained looking ridiculous smile on her face. Garcy pulled her further on his lap, pressing his erection against her, causing her breasts to wobble again as he did so. Without further invitation he then went straight for the enormous wobbling breasts in front of him, lifting and massaging the left breast. As he did this Angie immediately tucked her hands behind her and pulled her shoulders back, sticking them out as though presenting them to him.

‘Oh yes. That’ real nice,’ Garcy said. He then let go of the left breast he was roughly massaging and got hold of the bunny toggle dancing in mid air now between them and tugged it down to her crotch in one swift movement. The material sprang apart readily. Angie helplessly responded by briefly shaking as she attempted to move, before sticking out her tits with greater emphasis. This caused the stocking to open still further and her left breast popped out completely with a jiggle. Garcy pulled the other side of the stocking away from the right breast similarly with contemptuous disregard, and it too bounced free. He then recommenced work on them; rubbing the left tit roughly whilst sucking and chewing the nipple of the right. Angie gave sharp intakes of breath in response.

Before Garcy could progress any further though Angie started to speak, in between making wide eyed startled noises in response to Garcy’s rough handling and chewing of her tits. ‘Wait John. Ohh!’ Angie said. ‘Ohh! You need to understand, John ... Ohh! That hurt. I’m not interested in a serious relationship or even having a steady boyfriend. All I want is casual sex. Ohh!’

Garcy paused from chewing the nipple and looked up at Angie, though continued to grope the other. ‘Well that’s fine by me, Anj,’ he replied with a look of pleased surprise on his face. ‘Wasn’t planning on having a relationship with you anyway. Just the sex sounds great.’

‘The reason is I’m a submissive slut and like being used and abused by guys,’ Angie continued, blushing intensely now. ‘My friend Clare and I are both of the same opinion, and have discussed the matter and come to the conclusion that we are both going to live a slutty life fucking any guy that wishes to use us and dressing the part. That’s why we dress the way we do for work. And because I’m a submissive slut I would prefer it if I could call you either “Sir” or “Master” for the evening. Ohhh! Ohhh!’ Angie began to rock back and forth as an orgasm overwhelmed her.

‘What? Is this for real?’ Derek spoke in response to the rocking, orgasming girl. He then looked to Clare disbelievingly.

‘Yes,’ Clare heard herself respond to Derek, grinning ridiculously. ‘We have both decided to live a slutty life fucking any guy that wishes to use us, and dressing the part, and that’s why we dress like we do for work. We would like you to pass it on to your friends that we are both easy sluts, and that any of them can ask us out – or even simply molest us around the offices if they happen to be employees and wish to do so.’ Clare was now feeling exactly as Angie and was on the verge of coming as a result of humiliating herself and contemplating the result of what she had just said. She then helplessly continued. ‘Do you wish me to call you “Sir” or “Master” Derek?’ Clare’s eyes then opened wide and she moaned as she came with a gentle ‘Ohhh,’ and her eyes half closed.

‘Well I don’t know about Derek, but Anj, you can call me “Master”, and girls, I can guarantee I will be pleased to tell anyone and everyone about tonight and your extremely accommodating natures.’ Garcy responded. ‘Which way’s the bedroom, Clare? I think me and my little girl here need some privacy the way she just came on my lap like that. You two really are into being used aren’t you?’

Angie was blushing profusely now, and clearly aroused all over again by the humiliation of having climaxed in front of the two men so easily and said such humiliating things about herself.

‘Just through there,’ Clare replied, pointing in the direction of the bedroom before Angie could embarrass herself still further by coming again.

‘Come on Anj, let’s get you it there,’ Garcy said encouraging Angie to rise. As she did her sodden crotch was clearly visible which she uselessly attempted to hide, before Garcy pulling her by the arm dragged her staggering in the direction of the bedroom.

Derek was now looking around at this in wonder with his mouth open. He then turned back to Clare swallowing. Clare helplessly grinned at him and helplessly tried to look pleasing and slutty.

‘Well ... erm ... I ... I’ve not been with a woman like you before,’ Derek said stutteringly. ‘I thought we were going to go out on a regular date tonight or something.’ He then swallowed again, and his eyes gazed down first at Clare’s breasts and then to her slim waist and her crotch, before rising again to meet her gaze. Lust then slowly began to rise in his eyes overcoming his shyness and uncertainty. He then continued, his breathing visibly increasing, ‘Can you ... sit closer to me Clare?

Clare sat closer to Derek as requested, and pressed by her programming again asked for clarification. ‘So would you prefer me to call you “Master” or “Sir”?’ she said, feeling herself blush and her arousal increase again.

‘Err ... Master sounds great,’ Derek said, swallowing again but now more animated and excited. He then suddenly reached his arms around Clare and pulled her to him to kiss her. Clare helplessly responded, kissing him back and then dancing her tongue around his mouth. She felt Derek’s left hand shakily start to explore her, moving over her breasts. He then paused from kissing her to concentrate on her breasts, and Clare responded by helplessly pulling her shoulders back and thrusting out her breasts compliantly. Panting now Derek quickly pulled the zipper down and the stocking was pulled apart to allow Clare large breasts to bounce free. Derek then greedily went down to work on them, grunting as he pressed them together around his face and squeezing and rubbing them roughly. Clare responded immediately by putting her hands on her head and thrusting out the breasts against his face and hands, with a moan.

After kissing, sucking and playing with the tits for some time, Derek grasped the functional little zipper toggle, and pulled it down still further to her crotch forcing it down between her legs. Clare helplessly lifted up her right leg to allow him access to herself, with her arousal now increasing to the brink through the embarrassment at her helplessly compliant behaviour.

Derek went down on his knees to the floor and pulled Clare’s left leg to the other side of him so that he was between her legs and they were now both lifted and separated. He tugged down her zipper still further, over the damp patch of her pussy and down under her bottom before pulling it apart to gain access to her sex. All vestiges of shyness or coyness had now disappeared, his eyes only intent on her body as a sex object and one of his personal pleasure. With one movement he pulled Clare to the end of the settee and quickly undid his flies. His engorged cock was then quickly brought out with a shaking hand and guided between the functional zipper to Clare’s wet gaping hole.

Without having to be asked Clare slid herself down a little further so she was hanging over the edge of the settee to meet him, and then lifted and separated her legs still more. Even after all she had experienced she hated the helplessly compliant way in which she was forced to offer herself to him, but was unable to resist the demand of her programming to give him a good time.

Derek quickly guided his cock between the gaping wet lips of Clare’s sex and then with a one thrust and a look of intense relief on his face entered her fully immediately. ‘Ohh! That’s nice,’ he said. He then began to move in quick thrusting movements. After only a few seconds and a few thrusts Clare felt his cock swell and with a moan Derek came.

As he recovered he quickly put his cock in his pants his head down and turned slightly away. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said embarrassedly. ‘That was my first time. I’ve never done it before.’

‘That’s alright, Master,’ Clare purred in reply. ‘Just as long as I’m pleasing to you, that’s the main thing.’ Two weeks ago Clare wouldn’t have dreamed of allowing herself to do such things, and even if she had she would have relished mocking Derek right now. Instead though she only felt an over whelming need to please him, which as much as the part of her that was free hated she could not help acting upon. ‘Come and sit back on the settee and let me get you horny again. Next time you’ll last longer.’ With that Clare assisted him back onto the settee and then went to his dick and began sucking at it hungrily to get him hard again. This she succeeded in doing within a couple of minutes. Clare then straddled Derek and quickly guided him into herself, before slowly beginning to move up and down on him.

As she did so Clare could hear a moaning and rhythmic slapping noise coming from the direction of her bedroom in front of her, and suddenly she heard Angie’s voice shout out, ‘Yes Master. That’s it make use of me your such a sexy guy John,’ She then heard Garcy say, ‘Now tell me that you like me using you. Say you like me fucking your titties like this.’ Angie’s reply then came instantly, ‘I like you using me John. Ohhh! I like you fucking my titties like this. Ohhh! Ohhh!’

It sounded as though Angie had just climaxed again. Clare pitied her poor friend in the hands of John Garcy. Clare reassured herself that at least she had got someone wet behind the ears who would be relatively gentle with her. ‘Are you enjoying this,’ Clare said to Derek, after gently gyrating her hips on him for a while.

‘Wow. That’s amazing Clare. Just keep that up.’ Derek then indicated over his shoulder in the direction of the bedroom as Clare continued her slow hip thursts and gyrations on his cock. ‘Sounds like they are having a good time as well. Say, if I asked you to say things or do things like it sounds John is doing with Angie would you do it?’

‘Yes of course Master,’ Clare replied warily fearing that matters were going to worsen, but unable to sound anything other than dotingly needful to satisfy.

‘Wow. This is getting better all the time. I just can’t believe it,’ Derek continued. All his earlier bashfulness and embarrassment had now almost entirely gone, to be replaced by a look of a kid in a toy shop. His eyes then suddenly displayed an evil glint, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. ‘I absolutely love your ass Clare,’ Derek said. ‘Even before you and Angie ... well ... made the decision you did to dress and behave like you do now I was a big admirer of your ass. And since you’ve taken to wearing those slutty clothes that show it off so nice I’m an even bigger fan. When you bent over the other day picking up the box to take into Ms Hayes’ room I thought I was going to mess my pants.’ Derek then paused Clare’s movements and pulled her closer to him. Then he said, ‘I would just love to fuck it Clare. Would you show me how?’

‘I’d love to Master,’ Clare heard herself purr in reply, despite it being the last thing she wanted to teach him to do. Just when she thought things were going to be easy. She remembered how much it had hurt and how undignified it had been with Bill having anal sex. She then thought briefly of the experience of Graham. Though she had been unable to do anything other than enjoy pleasing him it had still been physically unpleasant. But despite this her programming compelled her to give Derek a good time.

‘I’m just popping to the bathroom to get something to help,’ Clare said in a sultry, wanton tone. Clare then quickly rose, leaving Derek with his steaming wet dick standing eagerly on end, and made her way to the bathroom to get a tube of Vaseline she had there to use as lubricant. At least that would stop his efforts being too painful. As she did she instinctively pulled the stocking together over her boobs as she went.

On her way to the bathroom Clare had to pass her bedroom door, which was wide open. As she past she saw Garcy stood naked side on, his large belly and man boobs looming out from her view of him. At his feet Angie was kneeling and was sucking hungrily on his cock. Garcy had hold of a handful of her long red main of hair and was saying, ‘that’s it. Suck on it girl. And I want to see my cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, so make sure you show it to me when I’ve finished myself of in there.’

Clare quickly passed and went to get a tube of Vaseline from her bathroom. “The quicker I move the quicker this will all be over with,” she thought.

When she got back Derek was standing behind the sofa, his dick sticking out of his pants and ninety degrees ramrod straight and bouncing slightly with his pulse. ‘Over here,’ Derek said, now more firmly and directively. ‘I want to see you bending over the back of the settee like you did the other day to pick up the box.’

Clare walked over slinkily following the direction of her programming and watched Derek’s eyes move over her, his dick beginning to throb even harder. She was aware she must look extremely sexy with the zip pulled down and under her crotch and a big ‘v’ of flesh and minge visible. The overall effect she was helplessly accentuating by the sexy way she was being forced to walk.

Once Clare reached the settee knowing how inflamed she had got Derek the last thing she wanted to do was give him the Vaseline and offer him her ass. Unfortunately her programming continued to force her to give him a good time. And so as a result, with a smile and a sexy look into his burning eyes, she handed Derek the tube. She noted as he took it his hand was again shaking slightly. “Perhaps he would come prematurely again,” she thought.

Clare then moved between him and the settee back. She then stood with her legs shoulder width apart, pointed her toes in, locked her knees back so her legs were perfectly straightened, pulled back her shoulders so her back was nice and flat, and then slowly began to bend over. Once bent over she then arched her back down and presented her ass hole perfectly for Derek’s use.

‘Wow!’ Derek exclaimed enthusiastically. ‘That’s absolutely the way you did it the other day outside Hilary’s office. You have such a lovely ass Clare!’

As he said this Clare felt him reach between her legs. After Casually fingering her with his middle fingers he reached up her butt crack, took hold of the bunny toggle and Clare felt the zipper pulled up her crack to the small of her back. She then felt him pushing his cock clumsily between her butt cheeks.

‘Put plenty Vaseline on my asshole, Master, and then push up against it,’ Clare heard herself helplessly instruct.

‘Oh, right,’ Derek said with eagerness. Clare then felt the greasiness of the Vaseline being applied to her asshole, and rubbed around it by Derek’s eager fingers.

‘And I just push then like this?’ Derek said as Clare felt the blunt probing glands of his cock pressing against her asshole determinedly.

‘Yes, that’s perfect,’ Clare replied, wishing instead she could tell him to stop. Again in helpless obedience as he did this Clare arched her back down still more, and lifted her head, attempting to present her asshole more perfectly for him. She then braced her thighs tightly against the settee back and her hands against its seating to hold herself in place and aid the violation.

Clare’s bottom hole still felt uncomfortably stretched even by the smaller cock as it was slowly forced open by the pressure Derek was applying. At last there was a loud grunt from Derek as the little bot hole’s sphincter yielded and Clare felt Derek’s cock rammed uncomfortably home.

Clare then felt her hips taken hold of roughly and Derek commence fucking her, rocking her back and forth with the Vaseline on her asshole making slurping noises in rhythm with their movements. As the fucking continued it was occasionally interspersed by a slap to one butt cheek or the other. With each slap a loud CLAP! noise echoed around the room. This preceded the sting to whichever cheek was targeted, and provoked occasional uncontrollable squeals from Clare. After another few strokes with accompanying slurp sounds from the Vaseline, Derek would then again pause, and there was another loud CLAP! sound as the other cheek was targeted.

Throughout Clare obediently arched down, held her head up, kept her legs straight, spread and open, with her toes pointed in, to take the ass fucking as compliantly and perfectly as she could and make it as satisfying as possible for Derek. Within a couple of minutes the indignity and submissiveness of the whole thing, coupled with Clare’s awareness of the way in which it was giving Derek confidence in using her so disrespectfully quickly forced her to a climax. This occurred again every two to three minutes making the satisfaction of the act complete for Derek. Each time Clare’s body would spasm and her hips would buck briefly, helplessly aiding the ass fucking.

The process went on for a good fifteen minutes. For Clare it seemed like an eternity. By the end Derek was clearly becoming more confident and more aggressive.

‘That’s it Clare, take it good,’ he said as he maintained a steady aggressive fuck rhythm, and continued to intersperse every few strokes with a firm slap to one or other of the two jutting bubble butt cheeks. ‘Yeh. Take it like a good slut. An ass like yours deserves a good fucking.’

As the fucking continued Clare’s poor bot cheeks were becoming burningly hot, and her bum hole sorer and sorer. After a few minutes Clare began to look around to try to take her mind off the unpleasantness of the experience. As she did so she notices a movement to her left. Clare looked in the direction and saw Garcy emerging from her bedroom, that had gone silent a couple of minutes before. He was wearing just his underwear to use the bathroom. As he walked he looked towards the sound of the noise and saw Clare being ass fucked by Derek.

‘Yehh man!’ he cheered appreciatively as he saw what was happening. ‘Way to go. You giving it her up the ass?’

‘Sure am bro,’ Derek replied now with the same misogynistic disregard as Garcy, and pausing as he spoke with his cock rammed in Clare’s ass to the balls. He then gave her left cheek a firm slap. A ‘CLAP’ noise again echoed around the room followed by Garcy’s gahaw of approval, and Clare’s ass fucking then continued. Throughout this Clare did not move from her perfect presentation of her asshole, and the indignity and embarrassment of this, and the fact that it now had an audience, quickly brought her to yet another climax. This appeared to be too much for Derek and as her butt muscles tightened around his fully violating cock and her ass pumped back and forth in helpless spasms Derek gave a grunt of satisfaction and delivered his load deep up her ass.

Once finished Derek stroked the two bubble cheeks as he got back his breath.

‘That was amazing. Absolutely fucking amazing,’ Derek said. He then walked towards the bathroom slowly.

Clare rose and watched him go, rubbing her sore butt cheeks. As Derek reached the bathroom Garcy emerged. He appeared to be holding a glass of water and took a sip before throwing his head back like he was swallowing a pill.

‘Here,’ Garcy said seeing Derek and handing him something.

‘What’s this,’ Derek said looking at an object in his hand.

‘Generic Viagra. I got it from a guy at work who got it from a Director. Apparently we manufacture some for in store use.’

‘Wow,’ Derek said putting the pill straight in his mouth without any further comment and swallowing it without water.

‘Now if you’ll just excuse me,’ Garcy said. ‘Oh. Did I here you mention something about having some Vaselline? Could I borrow it? I think there’s a little red head with a big bubble ass that needs it a drilling.’

‘Sure. Be my guest,’ Derek replied pointing to where Clare stood.

Garcy walked over, took the tube, and disappeared quickly into Clare’s bedroom. Clare heard him say, ‘Kneel on the bed, spread your legs and and stick your ass in the air girl,’ to Angie. She then heard Angie’s voice say shakily, ‘Yes Master.’

After Derek emerged Clare went to use the bathroom to pee and clean up her ass. As she passed the open door of her bedroom she again saw Garcy and Angie, this time on her bed. Angie was kneeling on the bed with her head down to it, her legs spread, her large bubble butt stuck up in the air and her back arched down presenting her ass hole to Garcy. Garcy was kneeling behind her holding what appeared to be quite a large and extremely hard erection between Angie’s butt cheeks and pushing against it. Angie’s head was turned in the direction of the door and Clare could see the look on her face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth in a grimace of pain. Suddenly Angie’s eyes opened wider and simultaneously Clare saw Garcy’s hips move forward slightly. As this happened he made a grunting noise similar to the noise Derek had made when he had entered her. Garcy then took hold of Angie’s wide hips firmly and rammed forward, causing Angie to make a squealing noise Clare was familiar with.

Clare went into the bathroom not wanting to witness Angie’s abuse any further. She spent a good ten minutes in there cleaning herself and putting cold water on her burning ass cheeks. Eventually she heard Derek’s voice ask her if she was coming out, which gave her a feeling of d�j� vu from her encounter earlier in the week with Bill.

Clare compelled by her programming to give Derek a good time dried herself quickly and pulled back on the body stocking, then emerged smiling from the bathroom. As she passed her bedroom she again caught sight of Garcy and Angie. Garcy was rocking Angie back and forth, fucking her ass aggressively. Angie’s eyes were now half closed in what appeared to be pleasure, no doubt forced on her by the humiliation she must be feeling through not just allowing but conspiring in allowing Garcy to ass fuck her. ‘That’s it you enjoy it,’ Garcy said whilst pumping in and out of the large ass enthusiastically. As Clare began to look away she caught sight of Garcy pause before slapping the nearest ass cheek aggressively, causing Angie to squeal again.

As she approached Derek he rose. She immediately saw he had a raging erection sticking out in front of him. Clearly the Viagra had kicked in.

‘Thought you were never going to come out Clare,’ Derek said smiling and putting his hands on his hips. ‘I would just love for you to give me a blowjob Clare. How about you kneel down in front of me like a good slut and suck me off nicely,’

‘Of course Master,’ Clare heard herself purr. She then walked over to where Derek stood and knelt at his feet in front of him. Looking up at him doe-eyed Clare then took hold of Derek’s cock and slowly slipped in between her lips. Derek looked back at her smiling in clear enjoyment at the feeling of control and dominance, his hands still on his hips. The cock still whiffed slightly of her poo but Clare was helpless to do anything other than what she had been asked.

Derek put on his coat and walked towards the door. Clare followed zipping up fully her body stocking as she went and feeling relief the night was over.

Garcy had left a couple of hours before after booking a further ‘date’ with Angie for next week, and Angie was now asleep on Clare’s bed. It was nine o’clock in the morning. Clare had been fucked twice more after having spent a good twenty minutes sucking Derek off. The generic Viagra had certainly worked well for him. Neither she nor Derek had had more than two hours sleep at most after they had finished. From the sounds coming from the bedroom for the majority of that time it seemed that the same was true of Angie.

Sleeping on the settee had sure been uncomfortable. She would have to get her spare bedroom sorted out as a matter of priority if this was to be happening regularly. And it appeared it was.

Before leaving Derek paused at the door and looked back.

‘Clare that was an absolutely great night. I can’t think of a better way of losing my virginity than like I did tonight. And I was wondering ...’

Clare looked at Derek. Up to tonight he had appeared quite a nice guy. Her history with men before the last week had been a pretty hateful one; she had enjoyed using them as toys. Derek would have been a typical candidate. She would have chewed him up and spat him out. He would have had no confidence at all, let alone the little he came with if he had found himself on a date with her. Now his attitude was one of confident and casual misogynistic disregard – just the same attitude she had seen in John Garcy and in Bill, and in Graham and Keith.

‘... I know you’re not into having a steady relationship or anything,’ Derek continued. ‘But is there any chance we can do this on a regular basis? Don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to be your boyfriend or anything. God forbid.’

He appeared to have no sense that he might offend Clare with such a statement. This really underlined for her how tarnished her reputation was going to become by this behaviour. ‘I know you prefer just to be used by guys for sex,’ he continued. ‘So I was just wondering if I could say arrange to see you to use you for sex once a week or so for a while for experience. That way when I get a real girlfriend and a proper relationship I will know how to please her sexually. Is that alright if I promise I definitely am not interested in a woman like you for anything else?’

Clare felt a rush of anger at Derek’s words despite everything that had happened. So much so that she again forgot about everything else and was filled with the need to tell Derek what she thought of him, and what he could do with this idea – so instead she smiled and politely said, ‘Thankyou.’ She then went to get her bunny diary.