Elizabeth's Story Ch. 01

It wasn't always Mistress and slut there were nights when it was just two girls in love. Those nights when Mistress would go down on me and eat my pussy while I was allowed to just lay back and enjoy also happened. I loved how her tongue would dance inside my dripping pussy and her finger would explore my asshole, as she'd bring me to multiple orgasms. On those nights we'd sleep together in her bed and make love to one another all night and into the next day.

After a year or so, Mistress came home one Friday night with a package for me. We made love to one another that night, just two girls in love. In the morning we showered together, enjoying washing each other. After the shower Mistress retrieved the package and gave me the French Maid's outfit that I was soon to be wearing a lot. She then said.

"I've invited some friends to lunch slut. You will serve us."

I nodded and then dressed her as she commanded, noticing that she wore no panties that day under her dress and hoping that it was for me. When I finished with her hair and makeup, I donned the outfit she'd handed me. It was all black with a tiny white lace apron. The top was open and exposed my tits and the panties were slit to show my hairy pussy. The black fishnet stocking clipped to the garter straps hanging from my crotch-less panties and the five inch black heels I wore took a few minutes for me to regain my balance. A little lace cap covered my hair.

I busied myself making the lunch and was pleased to see that the guests were five gorgeous women. I learned that they all worked together and were basically ignoring me. I was the 'help' and nothing more. This was the first time Mistress has exposed me to anyone, and because they seemed indifferent to me I soon lost any inhibitions I might have had being so basically naked as I served them lunch.

As the day wore on the women began to grab me as I served them, pulling my nipples or my pubic hair. Slapping my naked ass and even shoving their fingers into my pussy and ass. I took it all without complaint as Mistress stared at me commanding I obey. At some point I heard Mistress call to me and say.

"Slut I promised my friends a little treat, I want you to eat them. NOW!"

I said.

"Yes, Mistress Marie."

I got on all fours and selected a brunette on the couch. She was sipping wine and opened her legs as I crawled to her. He pussy was shaved clean and smooth and I used my tongue to open her further. I licked and sucked on her pussy till she came in my face then I moved to the next one. By the time I had gotten the second women going I felt someone behind me and soon I had someone fucking me with a strap on cock. The cock was huge and spread my own pussy so wide I cried into the cunt I had buried my face in.

I let my pussy get used to the fat cock that had invaded me and resumed eating the pussy in front of my face. I brought those women to orgasm and the cock in my pussy pulled out. As I moved to the next women I noticed that a red headed woman was now lying on the floor with another strap on cock and as I crawled to my next cunt I straddled the red head and her cock. I knew what she wanted so as I started to lick the pussy in front of me I lowered my own pussy onto her cock. I rode that cock as I lapped the other woman's wet pussy and just as I was truly enjoying the multiple sensations I felt another strap on pushing against my ass. I bit down on the clit that was in my mouth as the second strap on spread my asshole and filled me completely.

The woman whose cunt I was biting slapped my head and I realized the pain I was inflicting and opened my mouth freeing her clit. Soon I was back licking and sucking her as the two cocks fucked my pussy and ass. I spent that afternoon servicing the women and in turn being fucked with numerous strap-on cocks. By the time they all left I was exhausted and lying in a heap in the middle of the living room. Mistress came to me after ushering the last of her friends out of the door and slipped her arms under me and carried me to her bed.

"You did well today slut. Except of course that time when you almost bit Suzanne's clit off, but very well. I think we will do this again sometime. Now sleep slut I will need you later."

I was so pleased that Mistress had approved of me that I slept soundly and when Mistress came to bed later we were once again just two girls loving one another. Little did I realize then that my relationship, my love for Mistress would not be enough to keep her.

"Slut? I've been talking to you!"

I felt Lisa's hand as she slapped me on the head and came back to the present. We were parked on a city street and Mistress Lisa was motioning for me to get out. I got out quickly, knowing that in doing so I was exposing my pussy to anyone willing to look and stood up waiting for Lisa's next commend. She grabbed my hand and led me down the street into an adult store.

I would need to pay more attention to Mistress Lisa and stop thinking about Marie and what she did to me. That was the past and my life with my new Mistress was so good. If she caught me not paying attention again it would not make her happy. We entered the adult store and I followed Mistress to the clothing section. I grew damp when I saw her looking through the latex outfits, I love when she wraps me in latex. When the clerk came to assist Mistress said to him.

"I need something for my slut, she will be the entertainment tonight, I want something that will expose her tiny little girl tits and her cute round ass, but I don't want her pussy or asshole available. Do you have something like that?"

The man looked at me and I felt my face turn red as he zeroed in on my tits then he looked at Mistress and said.

"Yes, I think so, but she is so small. If I have anything close it might be too small."

"Well show me what you have and we can have her try it on. Slut! Take off that shift! In fact give it to this man so he can toss it away, you won't need it anymore."

I did as I was commanded and endured the stare of the clerk as I soon stood naked in the middle of the store. It wasn't long before every other man in the place found some reason to come close to us, to gape at me. I heard the snickers and chuckles as I waited for the man to find the outfit. He seemed to take forever and when I looked up I saw that a few of the other customers had their cell phones out and were taking pictures of me. My naked body would soon be zooming through the phone lines to innumerable others and I cringed. Finally the man returned with a pile of pure white latex.

"This is the only color I have Maam, in this size anyway. It should come close to fitting her."

"Thank you, would you assist her, help her put it on, I have a call to make."

Mistress turned away to make her call and the man slipped the top of the latex outfit over my head and stretched it past my shoulders. It was a bit small but when he managed to pull my tits into the holes of the outfit, making sure to fondle them as much as he could, the top felt tight but not uncomfortable. I looked down at my tits and they seemed larger as the latex pushed them out. I wondered if the tight opening they were squeezed though would soon become painful. I held the man's shoulder as I lifted my legs, one at a time so he could slip the bottoms on. They too were tight and he fought to bring them up over my hips.

Again he managed to find the time to fondle my pussy and asshole, accidentally slipping a finger in each as he worked the latex into place. I ignored him knowing that Mistress fully intended for me to be debased. Finally he managed to set the bottoms right with the thin strip of latex tucked into the crack of my ass. I looked over my shoulders and saw how the tight pants had also made my ass more prominent. I slipped my heels on and stood waiting for Mistress to finish he call.

She seemed to time it perfectly, turning to look at me just as the clerk's hands left me ass. I stood for a moment as she examined me and without a command I slowly turned so she could see the entire effect of the latex.

"Yes, that will do. I'm not real happy about the color, but the fit is good and I do like how her tits and ass look, don't you?"

The clerk stuttered and said.

"Yes, the outfit makes her look like she actually has some tits."

Mistress giggled then indicated she was ready to pay. I followed her to the counter, the cell cameras still clicking away as she paid and headed for the door. Although my step slowed at the idea of parading the sidewalk in this outfit, tits and ass exposed, I never questioned Mistress and soon I was behind her as she walked down the street, away from the safety of her car and into another shop. This one was a run down jewelry store, as seedy as the neighborhood and the woman working there never reacted to my state of undress. Perhaps it was a normal thing in this neighborhood or perhaps she just didn't care.

Mistress never waited for help she demanded it.

"My sluts nipple rings bore me, show me what you have."

Without a word the woman pulled a rack of nipple rings from the end of the counter and placed them where Mistress could easily examine them. After a few minutes she pulled off a set of rings much larger then the ones I had. Mine were only a quarter inch or so in circumference, the ones she held were at least an inch if not two in circumference. What I noticed more was that the bar that would push though the hole in my nipple was twice the size of the current one and I silently trembled.

"These will do, please insert them in my slut and you may keep the old ones if you want."

Then Mistress turned away once again and pulled her phone out.

"Sit here!"

The clerk barked at me and I sat on the soiled ratty stool she pushed towards me. Then she put her grubby fingers on my left nipple and worked the clasp to remove the ring that currently pierced it. She then slid some antiseptic cream on the bar to the new one, pulled my nipple taut and out from my body and forced the much larger bar through the hole. It hurt a lot but I've been trained to keep my cries quiet and whimpered in silence as she fought the resistance of my nipple until she had finally worked it all the way through. Knowing what was coming to my right nipple I felt tears on my cheek as she repeated the painful act. When she'd finished pushing the large bars in but before closing the ring she asked Mistress.

"Do you want them so they can be removed or do you want them locked in place?"

Mistress held her phone down as she looked at me, then looked to the clerk and said.

"Lock them tight."

She use some sort of glue on each end before clasping the ring to the rod, then wiped her hands and went to her register, carrying my old nipple rings with her.

"I'll give you a bit off for the old ones."

Mistress gave her a charge card and once complete we left the store. Once again on the street I felt even more exposed now that the much larger rings had been inserted. The rings flopped as I walked and provided a constant realization of their presence. They made me think about how my tits were exposed as we sauntered into a hardware store. Mistress ignored the clerks and went to the sports section, specifically the fishing section and selected a variety of weighted lead sinkers used by fishermen to drop their lines in the water. I knew immediately what Mistress intended. She'd hook the lead weights to my new nipple rings. I became anxious knowing that the pain would be new and different, a bit scared but a lot more intrigued by whatever Mistress had planned for me.

I had no more thoughts of my old Mistress Marie that day. Instead I was focused on how I had been made to walk almost naked for hours in the city, the pain of the new nipple rings and the promise of the lead weights filled my brain. Oh how I loved Mistress Lisa and how hard she worked to degrade and debase me, giving me orgasms of immense power. I was a lucky slut.

(This story will be continued)