Emma is Used in the House of her Mistress

"Cum for me." I did. It was if I had split and the lava was coming out of every part of my body. And yet within the explosions of lust that wracked me over and over it and I were constrained by my Mistress.

Finally I became aware of my self and my body again. The carpet wet against mouth, hairs on my lips, my bottom waving in the air, stuck high wantonly. I became aware of her feet near my face. The shoe moved against my face.

"Clean it my sweet slut." I licked the leather that tasted of me. I licked and kissed her shoes it as I knelt before my Mistress. I felt so comforted.

Chapter 2

Laying in her armpit, I woke with my face on Mistress's breast. I could feel her heat and the sweat from my face and feel the beating of her heart throw her body. I couldn't move my arms. My shoulders ached dully. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me. Her fingers played in my hair.

"Happy now?" I nodded. "We only slept a while we still have lots of time. Just think about what you have done. My god. Fucking my shoe! What would people think? What would they say? Such a dirty slut of a sub. Does anyone else have any idea that you are such an immoral little slut when you try and pretend you are not?"

"No Mistress only you."

"Stop humping my leg!" Suddenly realising that I was rubbing my hairless mound against her leg. I couldn't believe what a slut I had become. Oh God it was so humiliating. I was so horny.

"I am sorry Mistress", I said plaintively.

"You'll do anything wont you to get off, to get that oozing hungry cunt of yours off. Well that cunt is really mine now again isn't it subby?" I knew that she was right!

"Oh yes Mistress."

"Yes slut, your Mistress has a pussy, you have a cunt. You understand that don't you?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yes Mistress." It was such a dirty word but it was the correct word for me. That's what I was. I was a slut. My Mistress owned my cunt.

"And tits, you have tits slut, or udders. What do I have?"

"You have lovely breasts Mistress. Such beautiful breasts."

"Good. Good. I own you. Now you are my toy, just a sex toy, for my pleasure. What are you?"

"I am just an owned sex toy Mistress. Yours." She smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss my mouth her tongue playing inside and me responding. My cunt throbbed as she used her toy. Just a toy. But toys make their owners happy, don't they?

She moved me over onto my back with my arms under me. She played with my hair gently. "You are such a slut aren't you? Such a smutty, wicked slut." Her voice gentle.

"Yes Mistress." Whispered. My hands bound under me, my hips raised. "Open for me, my lovely little slut." I parted my legs craving to please her. Knowing I wanted her to see me. See me open and exposed as she had told me. Seeing me obedient. Looking down and seeing my slippery naked mound pushing up lewdly. Tits thrust up. Exposed and engorged lips parting and available with or without any consent. Shivering at the thought. Still having that overwhelming need throbbing between my legs. I was embarrassed. Aware I was leaking again. Shivering again under Susan's intense inspection of my naked body. Blushing as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast. She rolled my already hard nipple

"Open wider. Tell me what has been up this slutty cunt of yours lately." My tendon aching as I spread my legs wider still. Her fingers slid between my slippery lips. Rubbing me. Entering. Leaving. Over my clit. Deep with me.

"You know Mistress."

"I know I know. I said tell me."

"Andrew's cock, Mistress."

"Why was that cock up inside you, subby?" Her voice in tempo with her fingers. Her face near mine. Forcing. Pushing. Demanding. Like her fingers.

"Because you told me to Mistress. You told me that I had to do it Mistress. Ooooh. You wanted me to fuck for you Mistress."

"Can you remember what it felt like being my dirty whore? Did it fill you? Did that cunt of yours get wet thinking of what you were?"

"Yes. Yes. Oh god yes." My chest was rising and falling with my breath. "I was your whore. I was your bitch. Hot bitch. Like you said. Ugmmh. On my knees. Instigated it. Let him. Like you said." Panting.

"Were you wet for me?"

"Oh God yes. I was wet for you Miss. Like now!"

"Did you cum?"

"No Miss. You said. I wanted to so much but I was good. I was good for you. I wanted to do exactly as you told me. Not till today. Not till you gave me permission. I whored and I waited Mistress." So submissive.

"Remember. It is only me that gives it to you. Me that allows it. You orgasm at my wish. Nobody else's. Even yours. That's what you really want isn't it?"

"Yes Miss. Oh God." Her fingers left me humping air in frustration. I whimpered.

"You are here to pleasure me, and you happen to have a pleasing body and it pleases me for it to be available and on display to me whenever we are in the house alone. In fact, unless I tell you otherwise, before you enter the house you must always be naked. You need to ensure you are displaying tits, cunt and arse for your Mistress before you enter. Being naked for me will make you know your place. Make you aware what you are and what you are for. You'll probably get off on that too wont you? The humiliation, being naked. I know you don't ever forget.

I know my sub wants the attention. So for punishment we'll put you in the corner and forget you." I looked up at her pleadingly but not daring to speak. "I'll smack you and even whip you, of course, but that will be for my pleasure not your punishment. I'll do it because I like doing it and you will accept it because you'll know your duty is to please."

Her hand swiftly slapped my cunt and mound once. A sound like slapping wet mud. I jerked and arched up from the bed. Cried out in shock. She did it again, then again. It hurt and shook me. But I could feel other stirrings too. I pushed up for the next. I pushed up my naked mound for the slap! Pushed it up to be smacked. Arched up, wanting. It didn't come. I blushed suddenly, deeply. Mistress laughed. "I might do it to simply get your attention, or just to show you your innermost wantonness." She laughed again. "You, my little bitch, become wet so easily don't you?"

After Mistress unfastened my wrists, I went into shower with Mistress and soaped her body and washed her hair. My arms loved being sanctioned to move again. I was allowed to soap her breasts and sex too. She kissed me under the jetting water. Her lips played with mine gently, her wet body slippery against mine. It aroused me. Breasts rubbing over mine and legs entangling. I felt happy. After, I dried her down too in one of her huge soft towels.

Mistress dressed in a black leather skirt and a thin red top. Obviously I remained naked. I felt more naked when Mistress was dressed. She knew it. She knew that it aroused me too.

"Mistress," finding it difficult to speak, "I need to use the bathroom."

"To pee?" I nodded. She looked at me with her finger lightly touching her lip. "Yes Mistress. To… pee."

"We'll go downstairs first." I didn't know what she meant but decided it was wisest to say nothing though the pressure in my bladder was growing with each minute.

Downstairs, I stood on a rug before her chair in the kitchen, naked and wanting to pee. It was a very big kitchen, old fashioned in a fashionable way. The floor was tiled with black and white tiles, there were a few rugs. A big table in the middle with chairs, a stove and fridge freezer. A clothes dryer hung from the ceiling above the large brick fireplace. There was a smell of herbs. She had me stand with thighs apart and my hands behind me. My tits thrust, nipples hard and my cunt available. My lower lips were engorged and exposed. It felt formal. It was a position I was expected to know in future. I still had that overwhelming need throbbing between my legs, or maybe it was a new one. I was embarrassed. I knew my lips were getting wetter again. I shivered under Susan's intense inspection of my naked body. I blushed as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast. My body remembered my orgasm and I feel its rapid response to her light touch. I stood and felt my already hard nipple rolled between forefinger and thumb, gently crushing it. I turned slightly to the left hoping my right nipple will be caressed.

"Who owns you?"

"You do Mistress."

"Good. "I think you already realise your role is to please me. Remember I am a strong woman who knows what it is you really want. When you feel nervous, you will remember that whatever it is you are expected to do that is making you nervous you are giving yourself to your Mistress, for our mutual enjoyment. I will take you and use you however I please, because this is what you want too. I will do everything necessary to make you feel safe and comfortable, and in return, you will not let your fears interfere with your desire to give herself completely to me. If you do well, and obey me at all times, you will be rewarded."

"You are my submissive slut then? My sex toy? To do my bidding, to carry out my orders, to play with, to do as you are told and be obedient?"

"Yes Mistress. I am yours, your submissive slut." My breasts were heaving and I could do nothing. I wanted to wipe my face, to close and squeeze my thighs. I wanted to cover my nipples as they thrust forward in their need. I wanted to but I didn't, couldn't. It was if I was tied. I was, but not by the cuffs just then.

"Good. I want you, want you to be that." I groaned aloud at that. The pleasure of knowing she wanted me. Wanted to be my Mistress. Wanted me sexually. "Go and fetch the glass bowl that you'll find next to the sink." I brought it, very conscious of my nakedness, my bouncing tits, the slipperiness of my thighs and resumed my position. My bladder pressed inside me, wanting release.

"Do you still want to pee?"

"Please Mistress."

"Well you did well to ask. Because you must ask my permission for everything concerning what goes in and out of that slut body of yours my little bitch. You will not you use the toilet in this house. You will either use this bowl or you will do it outdoors in the garden, at my discretion." My mouth must have opened in shock. Her hand slapped my left breast. I groaned and just managed to hold position.

"Don't even think of arguing. That is what I want, understood?"

"Yes Mistress." I blurted it out hoping my tender breast would not to be smacked again.

"Good. Away from the house, of course, you may use a washroom cubicle if permission is given but there will be conditions when I allow that. Now, you will make sure you do not get any on the floor." She placed it on the rug and sat down to watch. "Squat with your thighs well apart. I expect to be able to see clearly."

There was a thumping in my ears. I couldn't believe all I had heard and I was sure there was more to come. My face was on fire but felt my body responding to the humiliation. I thought of Mistress's caresses, the tingling excitement growing yet again between my legs. I felt my clit throbbing as my thighs opened to her. The tingling spread throughout my body, and my nipples were now as hard as diamonds. I squatted feeling humiliation and more. She'd watched me before but many years previously. It was so embarrassing; my thighs spasmed slightly as I squatted wide open so that she could observe. I placed two fingers either side of my hairless lips and pulled up so I could direct the flow, but the flow wouldn't come. I did not want to get it on the floor. I was desperate. I looked up at Mistress who arched her eyebrows silently. I tried and tried. I looked at the floor and thought of taps open and flowing, waterfalls, rivers.

Suddenly it came. A flow of liquid from me. Bursting forth. So wonderful was the relief it wasn't until I heard the noise of the pee going into the liquids already in the bowl that the humiliation returned. Stronger. My eyes were wet but it didn't matter. The knowledge was deep. Knowing the control over myself that I was giving up more and more. I was having to control myself to do my Mistress's bidding. My body wanted to shake but I dare not allow it. I dare not allow the urine anywhere other than in the bowl, it still spurted. Eventually it simply dribbled from me. Then dripped as I became to shake slightly. I didn't know what she wanted as she stared at me.

"Come here." I moved closer still with my legs spread. A tissue had appeared in Mistress's hand. I spread for her, spread my cunt, full of shame and submission. She wiped me as if I was a child. I felt very loved. I couldn't help but whisper thank you to her. "Now go and empty it and make sure you clean it well. After, put it on the floor so you know where it is to use again."

After, I was allowed to make-up and brush my hair. We were going out and my appearance was to be considered. Mistress had said as it would reflect on her and I must never show her up in any way. I hoped I was pretty enough as I brushed my hair until it shone. Mistress brought my clothing, she had chosen the same dress as I had worn earlier and I was surprised and pleased to see a clean black pair of knickers on top as she handed them to me. No bra though.

"You will always be required look your best and are properly dressed or undressed. You must never show me up by looking unkempt. Obviously at home you will be allowed to choose to dress in a manner appropriate to your role, but I will judge how well you present yourself. However, a few specific guidelines need to be mentioned to you. If I allow any underwear it will be appropriately sexy, any top worn will be cut low enough to reveal skin down to the point between the slave's nipples or tight enough to easily display the shape of your tits. If ever I allow you to wear trousers they must be sufficiently tight to reveal the curve of your slutty hips or loose enough for my easy access. "

I moved as if to put on the dress though I was immediately stopped.

"You are in the house and I have not given my slut permission to be dressed in the house. Put them on outside." Oh god, I had forgotten. I was allowed to put on my shoes inside.

I had to dress in the open porch. I could hear the traffic and someone call out in the distance as, still holding the tiny silk bundle of knickers, I wrapped the dress around myself and fastened the buttons all the way up the front. Mistress made me stand as she undid buttons again. High up my thigh. "I will decide on the extent of exposure." She stopped and caressed my smooth mound.

"Mmm. I do like this smooth." I tried to remain still though it was difficult to restrain from thrusting lewdly. She finally left my increasingly needy skin and unbuttoned the dress at the top further down than I had. To below my breasts. If I wasn't careful I could easily display my breasts to anyone who cared to look in my direction. I slipped into the knickers which covered virtually nothing of me, much of the smooth flesh showing at the side. As I bent and pulled them up my breasts moved obviously, embarrassingly. I could feel the string between my buttocks and knew the smallness of the front would mean that they would eventually slip between my lips. She passed me my purse.

We moved to the car and drove off in silence, I hadn't been told where we were going. It wasn't far. Parked on the street. I could see large expanses of my globes and acres of thigh as I got out of the car. Walking, holding my purse at my crutch, very concerned about the movement of my breasts and the slight breeze ruffling my skirt. I looked at the ground. Mistress held my arm at the elbow like one does to a recalcitrant child. We stood on the pavement, occasional shoppers passing.

"There is a sex shop over there. Go in and buy three butt plugs, all different sizes. I will wait in this shoe shop."

"What?"

A sudden shock hit me. White stars in my eyes. A slap. On my cheek. I looked around. A man saw but walked on, glancing at me. My eyes filled with tears.

"Never question me like that again! Especially in public. You will do as you are told. Now!"

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Just go and do what you are told."

The windows were opaque. The inside looked secret, forbidden. I had never ever been in a shop like it before. Stepping across the road I gingerly opened the door, really worried that I had upset her. A really loud bell shocked me out of my thoughts as I entered. It announced my presence to all the world. Two men looked up at me. One of them shuffled quickly around a corner but the other carried on looking at me. A hard looking woman behind the counter read a newspaper, smoking. Suddenly the bell again and I actually jumped in shock. A group of office girls came in, loud and boisterous, claiming the space with their laughter. I moved to the wall attempting to hide myself. Old music, sounding like I imagined in a strip club, was playing vaguely in the background. The man continued to watch me amusedly. I suddenly became really aware of my barely covered body. I looked down. A hard nipple very near the button of my dress was exposed. Quickly adjusting myself, blushing. I needed to find what I came for. My head buzzed. I felt sweat on my forehead. The smell of cigarettes all around.

Vibrators filled the walls as far as I could see. All sizes, all colours. It was intimidating. I saw the girls looking at some adult games and as my eyes moved I noticed some boxes of something. No. Plastic balls. I was blushing strongly. Although it was darker inside I was scared the finger marks on my cheek would show. The man looked at me intermittently, bored with me now, looking at a dirty magazine. The girls were still too caught up in their amusement to bother about me. My eyes went back to the shelves and there in front of me were packs of three sizes of plugs. I had never seen any before. The ones here were all vivid pink. There was no other colour. I picked a pack sheepishly, my heart beating furiously, thankful I needn't make a choice. The check out desk was high. The woman condescended to look at me as I placed my purchase up on the counter.

"We have black butt plugs too", she said loudly. The girls stopped, momentarily looking. Then they carried on, ignoring me. Even though she had her cigarette in her mouth the words sounded booming. I wanted to hide, as the strangers in the shop knew the secret of my purchase.

"No, no. That's all right. These are fine." I couldn't look in her direction. I could feel perspiration running under my arms. She put them in a brown bag and I gave her a note.

The change was passed over. I took it but I couldn't hold it. Sweaty hands. It dropped onto the floor. Scrabbling on the floor for the coins. Looking up there was the man who had stared at me. My skirts had separated between my thighs, wide up to my knickers; my top gaped displaying my tits. I should have fled immediately but I didn't. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. I stayed for those extra few seconds allowing a stranger visual access to me. Whore. Slut. Then I fled. Fled with damp knickers. So ashamed at what I had done. What was happening to me?

I found Mistress looking at shoes. I blushed thinking of earlier. I could smell cigarettes still on me.

"Any problems?"

"No Mistress. I've got them."

"Good. You look flushed. Is your cheek alright?" Her hand caressed it. I was shaking. I wanted to cry.

Down the street I carried the brown bag, my finger aching as they tensed around the folded top. The next stop surprised me. A pet shop. We walked into that musty animal smell that all pet shops seem to acquire. It wasn't busy, one middle aged woman and a small boy. A girl was packing pet food on the bottom shelves, her cerise knickers showing over the rear of her low slung jeans. Concentrating on not exhibiting intimate parts of myself, I followed Mistress who appeared to be looking purposefully for something. We came to a stop and I wondered why we were here.