“Holy Shit! What did you do to her?” I heard as I lay trembling on the floor.
“I just whipped her cunt twice for failing to remember who I was. I guess that what we were told about her being a pain slut was true.”
After a few minutes, I was able to weakly pull myself to my feet. “Let’s go, Slut.” Mistress Maria said as she took my leash and lead me towards the kitchen.
Thankfully, I was able to recover as she took about 10 minutes to show me around the kitchen and pantry. I opened the refrigerator to see what was available, and she showed me the freezer as well. Once I was familiar with where everything was and what was available, Mistress Maria lead me back into the living room for my next task.
I remembered that Mistress Susan was a rather stunning blonde with blue eyes and a very gorgeous figure. Unfortunately, so was her identical twin sister, Mistress Stephanie. Of course, this was done on purpose. I did discover, though, how to tell them apart in the future. I discovered that Mistress Susan is left handed, and her sister is right handed. How did I discover this, you ask? Simple. After I guessed wrong again, the sisters bent me over the table with one on either side of me. Two strikes to each butt cheek.
Lunch was light and fairly simple. Chefs Salad and cut fruit. After preparing everything, setting the table, and serving bringing everything into the dining room, I was placed under the table to ‘eat my lunch’. While the girls ate their salads, I was eating them. As soon as one orgasm was achieved, I moved to the next girl to begin again. Occasionally, one of them would slide a piece of fruit into her pussy for me to retrieve and eat. Often, a hand appeared with a slice of ham, lettuce, tomato, or cucumber to feed me after their orgasm coated my face. Yes, I had to finish off all 20 girls before being released from under the table to wash and dry the dishes.
“Time to start cleaning, Slut!” Mistress Jill announced. “Begin in the lounge, then the living room and downstairs bathrooms. We will all be keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t dawdle, so keep moving quickly if you don’t want to feel a crop or whip on your ass — or elsewhere.” She said with an evil grin. I suddenly got the feeling that this wasn’t going to bode well for me.
“Yes, Mistress Jill. I will not disappoint you.” I said with more confidence than I was feeling.
“Oh, I’m quite sure that you WILL disappoint me.” She purred. “But that will only make it much more entertaining — FOR US. You? Not so much. Now, to make this even more entertaining…….”
Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and bent over the table. Something egg shaped was shoved into my cunt, and a lubed-up butt plug was inserted in me. A chain about a foot long was attached between my ankle cuffs, and another one approximately 6-inches long was snapped to my wrist cuffs. After the stood me back up, they pulled my tits out from my uniform and snapped nipple clamps on me. These nipple clamps were different than any others I had worn. These were attached by wires instead of a chain. Also, there was a small black box at the center of the connecting wire. I REALLY had a bad feeling about this. Then Mistress Jill got the most evil grin on her face that I had ever seen and lifted up her phone. Staring right into my terrified eyes, she calmly tapped it a few times, and the toys that I was wearing suddenly came to life. OH FUCK!!!!! This was going to be a REALLY long afternoon.
The vibrations from the egg in my cunt and the plug in my ass started out slowly and gradually began to build. At the same time, I felt a slight tingling on my nipples that grew stronger and stronger. I stood staring in horror into Mistress Jill’s eyes as my arousal began to grow stronger and stronger. Just as it began to overwhelm me, everything stopped.
“Ahhh, I see you’ve figured it out, Slut.” She said as my eyes snapped to the size of dinner plates. “The toys will only serve as a distraction and make you hornier and hornier until you are nothing more than a quivering pile of mush. Of course, that just means that all of us will have to do our part to ‘refocus’ you on your task whenever you become ‘distracted’.”
OH SHIT!!! This was not going to be good.
A line of hot lava suddenly hit my ass. “MOVE IT, SLUT!!! GET CLEANING!!!!”
I jumped just as the second strike with the ridding crop hit my ass.
You would think that I would have been proud of my highly accurate prophetic abilities, but you would be wrong. Yep. It was just as bad as I feared. I stumbled around trying to walk in extremely high heels with a 1-foot chain connected to my ankles. That really takes a lot of concentration to keep from tripping and falling. Unfortunately, I was having a really hard time concentrating on anything except for my ever growing need to orgasm. The liberal use of whips, leather straps, and ridding crops to my ass, thighs, and tits did nothing more than increase that need as every stroke of pain sent a lightning bolt directly to my cunt.
Thankfully, the house wasn’t that messy, so it mainly consisted of picking up a few bottles and cans for the recycling, some plates and glasses for the dishwasher, a little light dusting and vacuuming. However, due to my imposed handicaps, what should have taken about an hour and a half instead took 4-hours. My ass, tits, and thighs were on fire from all the whipping. My cunt was a drooling mess, and my juice was running down my legs. My eyes were rolled up into my head, and my brain had completely shut down.
“Finally done, Slut? You took forever, and now you are behind on your chores. For that…..”
A nuclear blast made a direct hit on my cunt as her leather strap splattered my pussy-drool. That blast set off a chain reaction throughout my body as my legs gave out and I fell to the floor. Violent spasms wracked though me as stars exploded in my brain. A sound like I had never heard before assaulted my ears as I felt my vocal chords vibrating as air rushed out of my lungs. I discovered later that I was making that sound when they had me watch my orgasm on the big screen TV after I woke up. Of course, they videoed it. They all commented that they had never seen someone cum that hard, and it was impressive.
The rest of the weekend was spent cooking, cleaning, and being used by all the girls. Each girl had me for a couple of hours. Typically, that began with cleaning their room, doing laundry (I would do everyone’s laundry together, then separate each girl’s clothes, fold, and put them away}, then be used as a sex toy. I was always to start with licking the girl to orgasm. Some just left it at that. Others would pull out a strap-on and fuck me in one — or more — of my holes. A few girls even invited another girl to share, so I would be licking one girl as the other one fucked me from behind. There were even a couple double penetrations — and even one where I had all three holes filled at once. Yes, I even had to clean up a couple of the girls after watching them fuck their boyfriends. Nights were spent sleeping on the floor beside Mistress Jill’s bed. I was required to wake her at exactly 8:00 AM by licking her to orgasm as she woke up. And yes, the liberal use of whips, straps, and crops continued all weekend.
Sunday night finally arrived to find me bound to the table on my back. There had been a constant line of girls straddling my face as I licked them to orgasm. They seemed to take particular delight in torturing me with their fingers, dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and riding crops. They always stopped just before I could orgasm to let me calm down a bit before starting back up. This had been going on since just after dinner. I was pleading and begging in the brief periods of time that my mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. I was whimpering as my mouth was attached to a pussy.
“So, I see you haven’t killed her.” A familiar voice spoke.
“Hi Mary.” I heard Mistress Jill say. “Nope. She is still in good shape. Although it may be a week before some of the marks completely disappear. We are just getting the last few minutes of use from her before you take her back.”
“That’s fine. Just release her as soon as she is done with Jordyn there. So, how did she do this weekend?”
“Judge for yourself. Here’s the video. We recorded everything.”
Mistress Mary took me home and locked me in my room where I passed out from exhaustion. She finally came down and woke me up at noon the next day. I had slept for over 13-hours.
Home to my real Owners:
The next week was pretty much a repeat of the previous week — with a couple of exceptions. First off, Mistress Mary watched the video from the weekend and graded me on my performance. Needless to say, she found enough issues to give her excuses for punishment. No, she didn’t wait until the end. She had me kneeling beside her as she watched. When she was displeased with something, she would pause the video, tell me the position to go to, and use a leather strap on whatever part of my body she chose. The other difference is that there were far more rewards and less punishments from my daily duties. I guess that means that I was improving on those. Of course, there were still the daily ‘maintenance whippings’ to maintain my pain slut status. Yes, these whippings always ended with a major orgasm.
Friday arrived. Mistress Mary took me upstairs in the morning. I was naked, because she had not set out a ‘uniform’ for me to put on.
“Slut, put on the garters, stocking, and heels that are sitting on the table, then kneel in front of the couch.”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
Once I was kneeling, Mistress bound my arms behind my back with each hand touching the opposite elbow. She then bound my upper arms with rope, so I couldn’t pull my arms apart.
“Now, Slut, lean forward and lick me slowly as I explain what is going to happen today. DO NOT STOP LICKING FOR ANY REASON UNTIL I TELL YOU TO!”
“Yes Mistress.” I said as I leaned in and began to lick her pussy.
“Now, as you are aware, you have absolutely nothing. Your house has been transferred into you children’s names. The titles to your cars have also been transferred. Your bank accounts have been cleaned out, and the money distributed to your kids’ accounts. All your credit cards have been canceled. All your clothes have either been sold or donated. Your social media accounts have been deleted. Your safety deposit box has been cleaned out and eliminated. Your drivers license has been permanently suspended. Even your body no longer belongs to you. Now, you may still think that you still have your mind, but, I assure you, you will soon discover that it to no longer belongs to you.”
As she said all this, the full realization of what has happened finally set in. Strangely, anger did not overcome me like I would have expected. I just felt numb.
“Now that the depressing part is over, here is the good news.” She said brightly. “You have almost completed your training. One more small test, and tonight you will be going home to your real owners.”
Wait. What? I know that she had mentioned this in the past, but it never really sunk in. I just kept thinking that I would stay with her. I felt a tear begin to build in my eye.
“I know Slut. Don’t worry, I will still see you from time to time. After all, I am very good friends with you real owners, and I will be making occasional visits to assist them in how to properly treat you.” Mistress consoled as she stroked my hair.
I began to feel a little better now. Suddenly, it struck me that I had developed a significant attraction to this woman who I once loathed. How the fuck did that happen???? This bitch who beat and tortured me for the last few weeks suddenly became a person that I couldn’t fathom ever wanting to leave.
“HOLY SHIT! You weren’t kidding.” Am man’s voice from behind me exclaimed, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Wow. I am sooooo looking forward to this.” A familiar female voice added.
[CRACK] “What did I say about stopping before you were told?” Mistress scolded as a line of pain jolted straight from my ass to my cunt.
The voices had startled me, and I hadn’t realized that I had stopped licking Mistress’s pussy. I dove back in with a renewed vigor.
“Ah, you have arrived. Time to finish up this slut’s training. She has a party to go to tonight, but there is plenty of time to have some fun before she needs to get ready.” Mistress announced. “Go ahead and go introduce yourself PROPERLY to our guests, Slut.”
I pulled away from Mistress and turned around. Yep, it was Asshole and Bimbo. My ex and his new wife — in case you hadn’t figured that out.
The humiliation crashing through me suddenly has my cunt turning into a river. Here were the two people that I despised the most in the world. The two people who I had devoted my life to making as miserable as possible. The two people who I screwed over at every opportunity. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out who was about to get screwed now. This was what was going through my mind as I crawled on my knees over to where they were standing.
“Greetings Master Don and Mistress Julie. Welcome to my Mistress’s house. You may call me Slut. I am at you FULL service for whatever you would like.”
I looked back and forth between the two of them as I spoke. As the full meaning of the words became clear, I watched as their smiles changed from humor to pure evil. This did not bode well for me.
“OK.” Mistress said, “I know that you two have some issues that you would like to work out, but I need to go a little easy on her for now. After all, I can’t have her worn out and too marked up before tonight.”
“Of course.” Don replied. “We have already made arraignments for this slut to spend a full weekend with us later this month.”
I got the feeling that that would be a fun weekend — FOR THEM. Me? Not so much.
“Very well then. Shall we get started?” Mistress announced. “Usually, I would have Slut start my getting everyone a drink, but, as you can see, she is a little tied up at the moment. All three holes as well as all the toys on the table over there are available. You two get started while I get a bottle of wine and some glasses for us.” With that, Mistress went into the kitchen as Julie began perusing the toys.
“Get me ready for that asshole of your slut.” Don ordered as he pulled off his pants and underwear.
I had never thought about it before, but my perspective had changed dramatically over the last couple of weeks. Don actually had a damn nice cock. It was about 7-inches long and a couple of inches in girth. I had only given him head a couple of times before — and that was before we were married — and could only take a couple inches in my mouth. I had LOTS of practice now. In no time, I was taking all 7-inches down my throat. I began bobbing like a porn star while using my tongue and extra saliva to stimulate him. I was concentrating on him so much that I never say Julie move behind me. I never heard the swish, or even the crack. I did, however notice the sudden flow of hot lava on the inside of my left thigh.
“That was just for starters, you fucking bitch.” Julie hissed just before a matching line of lava struck the inside of my right thigh. “Honey, lay down on the carpet and have her face up on top of you. You can take her ass like that while I work over her tits and cunt while you fuck her.”
Sure enough, a minute later I was laying on top of my ex-husband with his cock in my ass as Julie began using a leather strap on my tits. Every strike caused a lightning bolt to shoot directly to my cunt as Dave was hammering my ass from below. I wasn’t going to last very long.
“Don’t you even think about coming until he shoots his load in your asshole!” Julie commanded as she was working my tits over. All I could do was groan in ecstasy at this.
Fortunately, it was only a couple of minutes later when I heard “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” come from behind me as I felt him discharge his load.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!!! THAT’S MY HUSBAND YOU JUST FUCKED!!!! AND YOU DARED TO CRITIZISE ME!!!!! Julie screamed just as she brought the strap down on my cunt.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!” I screamed as the strap hit my clit and shot me over the edge into a crashing orgasm. My body began convulsing as I rode through the waves of pleasure and pain. My juices squirted out of my cunt as my asshole milked every drop of cum from my ex. Dave reached around me to pinch and twist my nipples painfully, which only increased the strength of my orgasm. Time ceased as my body thrashed. Blinding lights were strobing throughout my brain. The humiliation, pain, and pleasure meshed together as I rode the waves. Finally, the convulsions stopped and a quivering mass remained as Dave rolled me over onto the carpet as he pulled out of me.
“Wow. You were right. That slut really does get off on pain.” I heard as I lay on the floor.
After about 10-minutes, I was able to roll onto my stomach, get my knees under me, and pull myself back into a kneeling position. All three of them were now sitting down on the furniture drinking their glasses of wine. Apparently, they had taken the break to completely undress, as they were all now completely naked.
I couldn’t help but admire Julie’s body. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, and about 10-years younger. Her hair was more of a strawberry-blonde, but thick and luxurious. She had it cut to just past shoulder length. Although, not comparable to my ginormous tits, she still had what looked lick a 36 D rack. She had a trim waist with a very nice curve to her womanly hips. Her pussy had very nicely trimmed patch that was shaped into a heart. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, my recent training had me now lusting after her.
Now, back to it. “Thank you, Master Don, for allowing this slut to pleasure you. Thank you, Mistress Julie, for punishing this worthless slut. Mistress Julie, will you allow this worthless slut to worship your heavenly pussy.”
“What a lovely idea, Slut, however, I would also demand that you also worship my ass with your bitchy mouth as well.” Julie replied.
“Of course, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
Mistress Julie scooted forward in the chair and put her legs over the arms, so her pussy and ass were both accessible. Getting into position, I began by bathing the area around her asshole with my tongue. I made sure to leave a nice trail of saliva after several swipes. Once I had thoroughly lavished the surrounding area, I went for direct hits on her crinkled eye. Several laps later, I sealed the area with my lips and began alternating sucking and stabbing with my stiffened tongue. Eventually, she relaxed enough that I was able to penetrate the outer ring, and I began thrusting and wiggling my tongue inside of her. Her soft moans and the copious amounts of fluid leaking from her pussy informed me that I was doing a good job of it. Finally, after completely working her ass over, I moved North to her drooling womanhood. She had a wonderful flavor that I spent several minutes savoring as I lapped it up. I was taking my time with her, exploring every nook and cranny of her pussy. I was paying special attention to every sound and twitch she made, so I could come back and further concentrate on those areas. Every once in a while I would take a moment to give her clit some attention. Not too much yet, I wanted to make this last so she would really explode.
Eventually, after keeping her on edge for quite a while, she grabbed my hair in both hands, forced my face in, and locked her thighs around my head. This signaled that she was done waiting and wanted to cum NOW! With my lips wrapped around her clitty, I began to savage it with my tongue and hum. The vibrations and tongue action sent her over the edge. Her screams were muffled as my ears were covered my her thighs, but the flood that came out of her was enough to convince me that I had achieved my goal. I was kind of nervous for a minute thinking she might break my neck as she held me locked to her as her hips bucked wildly through her orgasm, but, eventually, she calmed down and relaxed her vice like hold on me so I could pull away.
