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"I still don't feel any different, master." Jodie sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her collar. Ian rarely permitted her to wear clothes during the evening, except for occasionally ordering her to put on one of the many slutty outfits he'd bought her. She always wore a collar, however: an elegant choker when in public, and her slave collar at home. It constantly reminded her of her position, and more often than not, that alone was enough to keep her in a perpetual state of very mild arousal.
"Give it time," said Ian as he looked down at her, taking in her beautiful curves once more. Going on looks, she was way out of his league. He stood over her, unshaven, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He knew that strangers often looked at them, wondering how he managed to get a woman like Jodie. It was simple. He did something that people like her enjoyed. He fulfilled a role they needed in their lives - and he was good at what he did.
"Remember the time we went to that fancy Chinese restaurant?" reminisced Ian, rummaging around in a bedside drawer. "Beneath that elegant dress of yours, you were wearing those rubber knickers I got you, keeping this little device inside you." He pulled out a miniature vibrating egg. Using its remote control, he turned it all the way up, then back down again, and finally off again. The last time he had to change the batteries half way through what they were doing, it had spoilt the mood. He always learnt from his mistakes.
"I kept you on the verge of having an orgasm for the entire meal," he continued, spreading some lube onto the device and rubbing it around with his finger. He walked up to Jodie, who was already lying down on the bed with her legs spread open, openly revealing herself. It had been months since he'd had to order her to do something obvious like position herself appropriately for something she could see he was about to do. She also learnt from her mistakes.
"When you stifled that gasp, I swear I thought the waiter was going to drop our dessert." Ian slid the egg into Jodie's cunt. Her whimper was so quiet that it was barely audible.
Ian ran his fingers along Jodie's labia before pressing them together.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm fusing your labia together," explained Ian.
Jodie felt her labia tingling and sticking together. She was suddenly overwhelmed by panic.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted. She leapt up off the bed and scrambled to pick up her pocket mirror. Studying herself, she almost dropped it in shock.
"I told you." Ian's voice, as always, was completely calm. "I fused your labia together to keep the egg inside you."
Jodie traced a finger along her labia. The join was almost seamless. Putting the mirror down, she tried to prise them apart with her hands. It was no use. They were firmly stuck together, as if she'd been born that way.
"I think it just kicked in," speculated Ian, a hint of excitement sparkling in his eyes. "You'll have to learn to trust me," he said in a more stern, almost disappointed voice. "You'll also have to learn not to talk back to me or run around frantically, no matter how scared you are. You must respect and obey me at all times."
"Sorry, master," apolagised Jodie quietly. She gazed down at the floor.
"I'm sure you'll do better next time," said Ian softly. Perking up, he continued, "but that still won't let you off your punishment. You know the rules. If you can't talk to me with the appropriate amount of respect, you won't be allowed to talk at all."
Jodie nodded, still staring at the carpet. This was the part where he would lock the head harness on her, forcing its bright pink ball gag into her open mouth. When she was aroused, having to wear the harness turned her on even more. It would have been enough to make her purposefully speak out of line in order to have it locked in place on her, were it not for her genuine desire to please her master.
The only down side was that he had a knack of keeping it locked on her even after she had orgasmed and returned to her regular mindset. Having to wear it when she wasn't aroused was a major nuisance, which is why the punishment usually kept her in line when she would otherwise have slipped up. Besides, her master was beginning to run out of excuses for her not being able to answer the phone when her friends called while she was gagged.
"Look at me, my pretty little slave," said Ian, lifting her chin in his hand. She looked up at him, gazing into his authoritative eyes. "Seal your lips together," he ordered.
"Excuse me, master?" asked Jodie, confused. Before Ian had a chance to elaborate, she felt her lips become sticky and merge together the same way her labia had. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he just returned her gaze with a knowing smile, as if he was aware of something she couldn't comprehend.
Jodie scurried to her full-length mirror and, looking at her reflection, let out a loud but completely muffled scream. She no longer had a mouth. Her flesh was seamless: smooth, pale skin from nose to chin, from cheek to cheek.
"Try to remain calm," said Ian in his smooth, calming voice. "I won't let any harm come to you. Do you understand?"
Jodie slowly tore her gaze away from the mirror in order to look up at her master. With a great deal of effort, she took a deep breath, then slowly nodded.
"Good," he said, a reassuring smile crossing his face. "Then let's begin."
Jodie examined the pleated miniskirt Ian had told her to put on moments earlier. She never had liked it very much, but he assured her that it made her look even more attractive than she already was.
Tonight, however, the skirt was different. For a start, she couldn't take it off. Usually when she couldn't take it off, it was because Ian had ordered her not to, but tonight it had actually become a part of her body. She was just as physically incapable of removing it as she was of removing her ears. Even more bizarre was the realisation that - and however inconceivable it seemed, every caress of her own fingers on her skirt confirmed this - it wasn't just any part of her body, but an erogenous zone. She gently stroked it, as if making a small enough motion with her thumb might go unnoticed by her master.
"Go ahead," encouraged Ian. "I'll allow you to grope and fondle yourself as much as you like tonight. Without access to your clit or cunt, you won't be able to orgasm without my permission anyway."
Only once every week or two did Jodie's master give her permission to pleasure herself. Now that she finally had it once more, she became much more vigorous in her exploration of her newly reshaped body. She alternated between gently stroking her labia with her fingertips, firmly cupping her crotch in her hand, and caressing her skirt's pleats. The new sensation it gave her made her tingle all over.
Her master was right, though, as always. It wouldn't be enough for her to orgasm.
Ian smiled down at her. "Are you ready to talk to me with the appropriate level of respect, slave?" he asked.
Jodie nodded, gazing up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Then you can have your mouth back," he said. "But you'll have to put it to good use."
Jodie had been his slave long enough to understand the euphemism. She unfastened his jeans, and as she pulled down his underwear, he brushed his finger against her lips, bringing them back. She opened her mouth and instinctively breathed through it for a second before her master unceremoniously thrusted his dick into it. She moaned, half in surprise and half in the warmth of the familiar ritual.
Although servicing her master orally didn't give her any physical pleasure, it reinforced her position as his slave to give him such intense pleasure while receiving none in return. Picturing how slutty she must have looked while doing it, letting someone violate her mouth like that, aroused her even more.
Grabbing her long, wavy hair, Ian pulled his slave further onto his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, eagerly sucking at her mouth's intruder. She playfully caressed it with her tongue, flicking it against his helmet or wrapping it around the sides of his stiff erection.
"That's a good slut," encouraged Ian in a soothing voice as he continued to rhythmically pull her face towards his crotch.
Eager to please her master as best she could, her sucking and licking gradually got more intense, and before long, Ian let out a satisfied grunt as he ejaculated into her mouth. She dutifully licked every part of his member clean as he slowly withdrew.
"Very good, my little slut," encouraged Ian as he pulled his underwear and jeans back on. "As your reward, I'll let you masturbate until you orgasm."
"Master, I don't think I'll be able to orgasm without being able to touch my clit," protested Jodie.
"No," corrected Ian, "you won't be able to orgasm without my permission. If I order you..." He thought for a second, then grinned. "_When_ I order you to orgasm, you won't be able to avoid it. Remember, your body is completely under my control now."
"Yes, master," said Jodie. She wasn't convinced, but she wasn't going to contradict him, especially when he'd been right about everything else.
Jodie sat cross-legged on the bed, caressing her groin and skirt while her master sat behind her, groping her breasts. Occasionally he'd lick his fingers before resuming with a renewed passion for pleasuring her.
"You're such a slut," he whispered in her ear before kissing her on the neck, all the while caressing her erect nipples. "Look at you, pleasuring yourself like that." He gently nibbled her earlobe. "Tell me what a slut you are."
"I'm a little slut," said Jodie, slipping into another familiar routine.
Ian pinched her nipples firmly. "Whose slut?" he demanded.
Jodie let out a pained whimper before answering. "Your slut," she said.
"I'm your little slut," she yelled, her voice trembling as she cupped her groin and started to rub it more forcefully.
"I'm your little slut!" Her master squeezed her breasts again. She practically melted in his hands. "I'm your little slut!" She was building up momentum rubbing her groin. "I'm your little slut!" Even the words she said were increasing her arousal, contributing to the intense feeling that was blocking out the whole world except for her, her master, and the bed. "I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut, I'm your little slut!"
"Come for me," ordered Ian. He withdrew one of his hands, and before Jodie had a chance to wonder why, the egg inside her started buzzing, building up quickly to a frantic pace. "Orgasm for your master like the owned little slut that you are."
Jodie screamed with pleasure. Waves of both intense passion and release flooded her body and mind as she writhed uncontrollably in her master's arms. The feeling was only enhanced by knowing that even her body's uncontrollable urge to orgasm had now been tamed. She still had no control over it, but clearly her master now did.