The Doc's Three Slave Girls

The Doc’s Three Slave Girls

by Lewis Chappelle

Doctor John Grey made arrangements for his hand-picked, all-girl, television crew to do a two camera shoot of his three slave girls while they conversed about their experiences with him. He wanted a permanent visual record of their recollections and opinions to show to his friends at their next kinky BDSM gathering.

What follows, is a nearly exact transcript of the conversation between his slave girls as well as Dr. Grey’s follow-up questions as recorded at this filming.

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“My name is Angel. I’m 18 years old, almost nineteen, and have been around the world - laterally and figuratively. Like many girls I know, I look and act more like 22, but in my case, I have a good, yet fake, drivers license which says that’s actually how old I am. Uncle John got it for me.

“My Mother’s name is Crystal, but since I turned 14, my Uncle John has made me call her “Mommy Cunt.” My Uncle John is married to my Aunt Bristol, Mother Cunt’s Sister. I am to refer to her only as “Auntie.”  All three of us are Uncle John’s slave girls. I’ll let Mother Cunt or Auntie tell you how that came about.”

“Wait, before you go ahead, Crystal, let me say that I’ve been married to John since I was twenty years old, and I  love him as much, or more, than the day, ten years ago, when we got married. John is a good man. But, he is a sadist. He floats my boat, keeps me sexually energized, and fills my masochistic needs all the time. He has been my life since my mid-teens.

‘‘I have committed myself to being this man's wife and slave for as long as he wants me, and that decision to give myself to Him, is a sacred vow. In fact, that idea was part of my wedding vow which I take very seriously. That vow stated that I would never be allowed to leave my new husband, and Master, for any reason.

“I know it may be hard to fathom this frame of mind but, I know I have the will and capacity to keep that commitment, and my Master knows it too. My life with my Master is very tightly controlled. I must obey every order given to me, and in the rare times when I break the rules, I am severely, and I mean severely,  punished. I love serving him as his devoted full-time slave girl with all my heart, and I love the fact that he looks after my older Sister and her dear daughter.

“I have had many conversations about my feelings with my Sister and she also has adopted that mind set as her own. In fact, hers might be seen as even more gritty than mine, since she has convinced her daughter of the rewards of being John’s slave as well. Angel actually jumped at the chance to have her Mother recommend her to John as his slave too. I believe that when her Mother told John that he was free to use and abuse her own Daughter as his slave, her commitment may even have been more then mine, if that is at all possible.

“ Okay, Crystal, I think I know what you are going to say, but, go ahead.”

“As Angel said, I’m Bristol’s older Sister by six years. I got pregnant with Angel when I was seventeen and delivered her at eighteen. She was only seven years old when her father was shot dead in a drug related melee leaving me with no money and no place to live.  I knew about John’s dominant nature even before he married my Sister, and it kind’a turned me on when Bristol told me of the kinky sex they were having all the time.

“Sis would show me the results of the whippings John gave her, and I’d find a way to cum as soon as I could after running my hands over the welts on Bristol’s ass and tits. I was twenty six when Bristol got married and I served as her maid of honor that day. What a hoot that wedding was. John had all his kinky friends there, including a Judge who did the honors. There are pictures of the wedding to prove it really happened.

“Bristol was naked at her wedding, but she did wear a white veil and great, five inch, platform heels which were in fashion at the time. He had me naked and in heels too; was I ever hot-to-trot that day, and at the peak of my sexual energy.  I don’t know how many men fucked me that day, but I had cum running all over me all night. Angel was only a kid and John didn’t let her participate in the wedding at all; I had to find a sitter for her for the day.

“It seems that John had taken a shine to me and made Bristol invite me to join him at his lovely ranch home in the outskirts of Boca Raton, Florida, under the condition that I would be his slave too, and that we would raise Angel as his slave when she got to be menopausal.

“I didn’t have any reason not to agree to that deal since I had no place to go and no money to live independently. To seal the deal, John made me whip Bristol. That night was a turning point for everyone. Angel heard her Aunt’s suffering cry from another room as I laid the single tail whip hard over sixty times on her Aunt’s hanging body.

“As a result of Bristol’s crying outbursts, when the kid was in the house, John decided to have me train her only with my hands and a standard horse whip. The training was to be done almost every day while John was at work in his very prosperous dental practice.

“My objective, as John explained it, was to train Bristol not to move or show any emotion at all while being whipped, spanked, or slapped; and that was to mean being disciplined in any position I decided to put her in.  She was to absorb the punishment stoically, without reaction, whimper, cry, sniffle, or sob.  And, he made Bristol and me purchase several crops at a local adult sex shop so he could determine which one he liked best for the personal training he had in mind. That part was really humiliating for both of us.

“Of course, whipping my Sister was an unnerving task for me to be sure. The first time John ordered me to whip her with the single tail was the worst for me, and perhaps for Bristol as well. She did try to make it easier on me by saying, as she hung in front of me naked, that she had often been whipped by John and that she was just fine about being whipped by me. She said that having her whipped gave John great pleasure and that was her ultimate goal in life ever since she agreed to be his slave girl.

“I had accepted John’s hospitality for me and my daughter, with the clear understanding that I would be his slave as well and he began to use me hard and decisively that way from the start. I knew that if I didn’t conform to his demands that my girl and I would be banished from his care. With that in mind, I set up a daily whipping routine with Bristol.

“I had her to stand in front of me naked, in heels, every day at two in the afternoon. She was to bring John’s favorite crop and hand it to me. Then, she was to spread her legs wide, get her arms behind her neck, arch her back which had the effect of trusting her ass backward and her tits to the front. It would be in this position that I would strike her with the whip and slap her face. She knew the idea was for her to remain stoic, and that failure would result in a more demanding whipping session the next day.

“I got to enjoy slapping her face. I knew she would find that demeaning but, I had to see if she could take it because John would certainly strike her that way eventually. And, I got a kick out of spanking her over my knee. I thought John would like to see her in that position too. But, my favorite position for her was in a kneeling homage position with her tits flat against the floor and her legs spread wide, ass and cunt ready for the stinging, unyielding, whip.

“The girl was certainly a world class pain slut, often begging me to hit her harder. It wasn’t all that unusual for her to fall to her knees in front of me with her ass high in the air and her head at my feet and whisper in a soft and embarrassed voice that she actually wanted more of the beating I was giving her.

“On one occasion, I decided to have her stand on two, gallon, paint cans which were spread rather far apart. I tied here wrists and elbows tight together. Then I pulled her arms up behind her head until she was standing on her toes. The tension on her inner thighs, ankles, and calves  was quite real as she began to tremble almost right away. But, she has nice, firm, legs and the sight of them quivering was rather erotic.

“I decided to concentrate my whipping to the back of her legs, particularly her calves. And, I told her to remain very quiet as we had practiced form several weeks. Oh, I forgot to mention that I had the poor girl blindfolded and I stuffed a pair of my very wet panties into her mouth to muffle any screams; which I sincerely didn’t want to here from her.

“I used a thin bamboo cane and tapped, easily at the base of her ass cheeks at first, then, I really started to whack on her, especially her tense and tender calves. I was pretty sure she was secure but her knees started to bend and I was afraid slip and break her shoulders, so I eased off and started to finger her clit. Oh, was she ever wet. Her legs shook even more violently and her breath came in very shallow gasps as I pinched her clit.

“I told her that I expected her to thank me for the cunt rub and for the whipping too. When I let her down, she fell to her knees like a good slave and wept freely at my feet. She does take punishment very well!”

“In less than two months, Bristol was ready to demonstrate her self-control even under demanding circumstances to Master John. Without going into detail, I know that Master John was very satisfied.”

“Now Crystal, don’t get carried away with this story. You hurt me plenty and I had a very hard time getting used to my Sister spanking, slapping, and whipping me; especially those cruel smacks at my tender cunt. I think you get a rise out of all this Sister/slave-training routine, didn’t you?”

“Before you answer that ‘Mother Cunt’ I’ve found that you have developed a healthy taste for pain yourself. Ever since I got back from Thailand, I’ve seen you glaze over when I whip you, haven’t I? I think we’ve got your number too! How do you like it when your dirty daughter takes you over her knees or blisters your butt with the same whip you use on Auntie?”

“Angel, you certainly do have my number. I suspect I look forward to the whip about as much as your dear Auntie does. Getting a spanking by you did take some getting used to, I’ll have to admit. But, you do a good job, sweet-thing. And, it is true that I get a massive, erotic, kick whipping up on you, dear Sister.

“I haven’t yet gotten to the point where I can accept the whip quietly, and I’m convinced that Master John doesn’t want me to be like his wife in that way because he like to see me struggle and holler. He enjoys humiliating and degrading me, including the fact that I had to give him my young daughter as his slave too. He inflicts pain upon me physically and emotionally, in every conceivable fashion. He definitely pushes me beyond my comfort zone and enjoys watching me shake with fear, and scream in pain.

“Master John, did allow me to keep the details of my life with him a secret from Angel until she was thirteen years old. But, then slowly, I had to let her know that, because we lived in his house, we were obligated to him in certain ways; sort’a like a wife was to a husband, even though I wasn’t married to him. I told her he was “Master John” to me and I had to obey him and tend to his needs, and that she would soon be expected to do the same as me. She didn’t ask too many questions and just seemed to accept our relationship with Master John as the way things were.

“I gott’a  tell  ’ya,  Angel was a ‘looker’ at a very early age. She was somewhat taller than the other girls her age and her legs and ass were her most obvious assets. Her blond hair flowed across her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled in a mischievous way. By the time she was fourteen, “Master John” had her over his knees for what became her initiation into the world of bdsm, and of being a very servile young girl. She had developed a well sculpted and hard body; solid tits and nice, narrow, hips and waist to accent her tight legs and ass. I could tell that John was turned on just looking at her as she pranced around the house in her shorts or nightie.

“At her first menstruation, John had me take Angel to a doctor friend of his for her first birth control shot. I told her that with the shot she wouldn’t ovulate, have any periods, and therefore couldn’t get pregnant. The shot of progesterone was given in her young and delicious ass to appease the doctor. The doc gave her a 90 day prescription for such a shot which could be filled wherever she it was needed.

“John was the first man to touch Angel. He had his eyes on her maturing tits for some time and when I told her that a real man was going to teach her the ways of sex, she was excited. Actually, John had me and Bristol watch him take Angel; how he did it was quite sensitive and erotic for everyone in the room, especially Angel.

“He positioned her to take his cock with her mouth and told her that there was a lot to learn about giving a man oral pleasure and that she would get those lessons in due course. He then very carefully, and very slowly lubed her ass and penetrated it. Then he moved to her soft and wet cunt. She had a violent cum on her very first shot.  He broke her cherry in as many ways as he could that day. It set the pattern for her erotic future. From that time on, she was on-call to her Uncle, and every time he called her she knew she would get her tits pulled and her cunt filled, to her endless satisfaction.

“John would never let Angel attend high school in America. That would have brought her into contact with younger boys at their peak of sexual curiosity, which would not have suited his purposes. He began to discuss plans for Angel with me and Crystal to get our ideas.

“Clearly, Crystal was destined to be a submissive, cum receptacle, and the object of torment and torture at some point. John wanted to bring her into the ‘life-style’ in an almost casual way. He also wanted to give her some “wide” perspectives of how women in other parts of the world saw sex and just how they were treated.

“John eventually made arrangements with a dominant friend of his, who owned a travel service for the kinky set, to have Angel, on her fifteenth birthday, set out on a three year tour of the sexual hot spots around the world. First, to Rio de Janerio, Brazil, then to Paris, France, then to Amsterdam, The Netherlands, then to Bangkok, Thailand. Each city for an eight month period of “submissive” training and other worldly education.

“She got her passport and arrangements were made for her to move from country to country and then return to America. She was to stay with other trustworthy families for brief periods, and return, as needed to the U.S. so as to keep that passport valid.”

“Mommy Cunt, let me have a say about all that. After all, I just got back, and it’s all still fresh in my mind.

“At first, I was eager to go on a world-wide tour. But then, I realized that Uncle John had made arrangements for me to be away from home, family, and my friends for three years. That seemed like a very long time, and I wasn’t sure just how I’d get along in countries which didn’t speak English as their first language. Uncle John assured me that I’d be well taken care of by men who had nice houses, good American food, and who spoke English very well.

“When I got to Brazil, I found out he was right; except of one thing, that Uncle John didn’t mention - I was expected to learn and engage in a vast range of sexual activities with these men; and which they especially enjoyed when they involved young girls.

“The handsome young man who picked me up at the airport in Rio seemed to know all about me. When he approached me, he asked if my name was Angel, and I assured him that it was. I don’t know where he got it, but when he recognized me getting off the plane, he showed me a picture of me naked, using a vibrator on my clit. Can you imagine how that introduction went from there?

“He welcomed me to Brazil but, told me that while I was in his country, I had to do as he told me. He said Rio, in particular, was a rough place, but that if I did as he said to do that I would be fine. Then, he said that my baggage would be along in a few minutes, and that during the wait, I was to go to the restroom, relieve myself, and to bring back my panties in my hand, and give them to him. I stood there just looking at him in disbelief, but he struck me across the face right in the airport and told me to move my ass like he had told me to do. Tears welled up in my eyes and I shook like a leaf as I headed to the restroom.

“My experiences in Rio were filled with dominant men and not a few women too. They took me to dozens of girl-on-girl erotic clubs in town and in no case was I allowed to wear panties. It seems that the Brazilians have a thing about your girls without panties.

“While the stage actions were on-going, one or more of the men I was with stroked my cunt and clit just to see if they could make me cum in a public place, and believe me, I did. Then for every cum I had, I was cunt whipped when I got back to the estate I lived in the entire time I was in the country. Humiliation, whippings, and cock sucking seemed to be the order of the day for me in Brazil.

“When I reached Paris, I was met by three, OMG, great looking young women all from different parts of the world. I was stunned by the revealing and provocative outfits they were wearing! My first impression was that they were all street walkers, and that is exactly what they were. They introduced themselves and gave me cards as to where to find them after the eight months were up that I was to be in France. They would see to it that I got to my next city as planned.

“We took a taxi to the St. Denis district of the city where, I was to find hundreds of similarly dressed ladies of the night. The three of them quickly informed me that they would teach me the tricks of the street, would help me find me some appropriate costumes, and a place to live and work, but that by the end of the week I would be on my own to find paying customers; in net, I would have to whore myself out in order to live in the city for the next eight months. They made it clear that for certain sex acts the customers were willing to pay big, specifically, they liked girl-on-girl and hard core bondage and punishment.

“I decided to be on the lookout for a friend; preferably a younger American girl with whom I could talk and who would befriend me, perhaps even become my partner on the street. Early on, I learned that even when a girl has such a friend in the room, when a customer makes a large payoff deal to use a whip on a girl, the girl will usually be out of work for at least a week. It happened to me; and while I made a lot of money for me and my friend, it usually cost me in bruises and welts that lasted for days.

“In the course of working the street in St. Denis during the following weeks, one of the American looking girls I met, by the name of Carol, said that if we had some money to rent a limousine, we could work the streets around the Paris Opera House - certainly a better area of town than St Denis. The income would be better, and the clientele would treat us better. And, to boot, we could make all of our arrangements from inside the limo, rather than out on the street.

“We pooled our resources and did rent the limo and a reliable driver. And, we rented several fur coats which seemed to be the customary covering garb for the girls in other limos. The prices of a blow job and a quick fuck were amazing, especially since we could work those deal right in the limo. And we had no trouble recouping the expenses incurred, and having a lot of money left over for ourselves. It does pay to be innovative and willing to try something new even in Paris. Being young and speaking English helped a lot. During the day, I did a lot of shopping, and a lot of sight seeing in Paris which made that part of my trip very thrilling.

“When I got to Amsterdam, I found my contact at the airport easily; another young and handsome man who spoke English especially well. The attraction in the city was that sex was so readily accepted, even by the cops. They had no trouble seeing the girls get fucked right in the public parks. Except for the ease with which sexual activities were transacted, and allowing for the large number of foreign girls and foreign john’s, my experience in my eight months in Amsterdam was quite similar to what I had experienced in Paris.

“All of my experiences in the prior twenty eight months in the other three countries where I was being trained and “educated” did not prepare me for what I found in Bangkok.  But, I hear Uncle John calling for me now, so I need to go and service him since he’s the boss. I’ll rejoin this chat when he’s done with me. Later!”

“You know, Bristol, I want to return to something you said earlier. That was you said that you must obey every order your, and my, Master gives you. Well, do you remember when Master John had put us on our weight regimen? I mean for girls over five foot six to weigh no more that 115 pounds is really hard, especially when he brings in a weight trainer three times a week. We are not flimsy runway models. We’ve got some muscles; well defined muscles, and we are extremely limber and flexible. We have to be in good shape to be able to deal with the physical regimen and punishments Master John sets for us.

“I’m sure you remember the punishment you received when he found out you were two pounds over your limit.”

“Oh, yes! I sure do remember. He had me stretched wide from all angles and then he whipped me good with a single tail and then he had you whipped me again 50 times with a crop until I had welts all over my body. Then he put me in a small, four by four foot, metal cage, with two buckets each attached to the sides of the cage. One bucket had several quarts of water in it, and about a dozen oranges, and the other was for my piss and crap - I knew I was going to be in that coop for a long time. 

“He raised the cage to a track in the ceiling. He gave it a jerk which made the damn thing swing and sway. I thought I was going to die up there. He kept me in the cage for three days, with only the water and the oranges, until he was pretty sure I’d lost the weight he wanted me to loose. He weighed both the piss bucket and me when he took me down to make sure that together I had actually lost the three pounds in body weight he wanted me to loose. I’ve been pretty careful ever since. And, so has Angel and you for that matter.”

“I’m sure you remember when I came back from having the boob job he set up for me. I weighed about two more pounds than my limit just from the implants and swelling. I hadn’t thought of that problem, but he wouldn’t change the weight limit, and held me to 115 from then on. The implants really were nice and I’m proud of them to be sure, but I wasn’t ready for the weight gain issue. Same with you, only you knew in advance what to expect if you gained weight. I did my damndest to loose back to the limit before the trainer weighed us, and lucky for me I did.”

“Yup! John can be a harsh man when he’s in a mood, can’t he?”

“Yes, he can, Sister! And, when he let me down from that cage, I was a mess. I was almost too weak to walk, and my welts were still very sore. I wouldn’t recommend that treatment to anyone!”

“Welcome back Angel. Better wipe off your chin, girl. Looks like ’ya missed a few drops.”

“Auntie, that’s not the only part of me that Uncle John wants cleaned up. First, he wants you two to tighten up your waist cinchers then clean up the mess he made in my ass and cunt. Auntie, he wants you to clean up my cunt, nice a proper like, while Mother Cunt brings up the rear.

“You girls on the cameras, keep this going, Uncle John wants this part on tape too! Real tight shots, he said!”

Camera crew comment: “Okay ladies, that’s long enough for the shots he wants, so let’s take a break here for about ten minutes. You girls can clean up, and we all will get some rest.”

“Angel, are you refreshed now?”

“ Auntie, yes, I am, and so is Uncle John. If you don’t mind, let me tell everyone what I encountered when I got back to the States from Thailand.

“I was met at the Ft. Lauderdale airport by a chauffer named Daphanie. She was driving a white limo that seemed to be as long as a train car. And, Daphanie was dressed like a hooker out of an X rated film; first she had very long legs, a smallish waist, and big tits. She had on one of those nifty chauffer caps that covered her blond hair just perfectly. She wore 4 inch heels, black thigh high stockings, a short black leather dress, which barely covered her ass, and didn’t require a lot of imagination to gauge her ample tits.

“Daphanie didn’t seem to be self conscious but I noticed that everyone was looking at her. I certainly was. I was to find out that she was on loan to Uncle John for six months, and if he was satisfied with her he had an option to buy her. I wonder how much her owner want for her?

“Daphanie took him everywhere he needed to go. She had a special room over the garage and was kept nude whenever she wasn’t driving Uncle John or his guests someplace.

“When Daphanie pulled the limo up to the ranch house she told me that I would find a note from Uncle John waiting for me inside the door. She felt it best if she just left my bags on the porch, which I at first, thought strange.

“I quickly understood what Daphanie had in mind. I did find the note, but before that I found Auntie and Mother Cunt bound in the damnest position I could have imagined.

“Both slave girls were hoisted up together on their highest heels by a double cunt hook attached to the ceiling.  Both were gagged and blindfolded. And, both were held taut by a chain which ran from their septum rings to the ceiling. They must have been held in that position for a long time because both were shaking, sweating, and sobbing through their gags.

“The note from Uncle John welcomed me back home and demanded that I whip my two captive relatives with a cane he had set out for me. The note said that after the caning, I could let the girls down, but that I would be judged by the marks I left on them. In fact he told me that I was to tell them what I had been instructed to do, and to let them simmer in that thought for 10 more minutes while I refreshed myself in my old bedroom.

“Many strokes later, both Auntie and Mother Cunt were raw with cane marks and were crying real tears, but nonetheless were pleased to see me. And, all three of us were really energized sexually, so we took care of that important matter right away.”

“That reminds me, Angel; My Husband, Master John, almost came in his jeans when he received your first letter from Thailand. It was in that letter that you told us that you had arrived safely but had been handled more roughly than in any of your previous stops. It was also in that letter that you told us that one of the first things your hosts did was to have you sedated while they drilled a septum nose ring hole in you.”

“Yes, and damn, that hurt! And they used that hole to put in a ring a few days later which they then used to drag me every which way.

“The madam of the house I was assigned to told me her customers would pay plenty to see a young white girl humiliated and whipped while she was hung by that ring. And, the boys must have paid her well, because I was the subject of some damned tough treatment. So tough that she had to put me in a small hospital for over a week after some of her more sadistic customers got done with me.   

“One time there were four of them. Not Asian men - don’t rightly know where they were from - but they sure were full of themselves and treated yours truly like an animal. They tied my hands up my back and hung me on tip toes by that ring. Then they all whaled on me with a bunch of thistle sticks. And then they dropped me to the floor and essentially raped me for about an hour - front and rear. My ass was bored so big, I never thought I’d be able shit normal again. And, my cunt was rapped raw; bled even. No one seemed to mind me screaming my lungs out because they didn’t even gag me. Brutal bastards if there ever were any. Took a long time for the madam to get me back in service. I’ll never forget that night.”

“Whow! Angel, that must have been the pits, to say the least. But, not to change the subject, when Master John got the idea of a septum ring in his mind for us, he made the arrangements to have it done right here at the ranch really quickly. We were all healed up and ready to go the way you found us when you got here. It was the first time he had used us that way. He took pictures of us all trussed up and I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t have some of his security tapes in his private stash showing us hanging like meat too. And, then you whipped your poor elders as if you liked it.”

“Mother Cunt, as I remember back on that time, I did like it a lot. It seemed to give me some release from the beatings I endured in Thailand. Sorry to say, but it did.

“When I got back to Florida, you had already had your tits enhanced and were looking very good. You certainly didn’t look your age, in fact Uncle John said that we looked like sisters.

“It wasn’t long after I got home that Uncle John invited one of his business partners over to the house and made me the object of this guys gratification. Uncle John had me nude except for a pair of high heeled boots. When the guy was introduced to me, I had been instructed to tell him that I was his for the evening and would do any thing to please him and that he could do anything he wanted to me. Uncle John took us both into his office where he showed the guy three chains he had installed in the ceiling.

“Uncle John had me insert my nose ring and then in an off-handed way suggested that the chap could clip that ring into the center chain and pull me up on my toes. That must have given his friend some thrill because he dropped his trousers and began to rum his cock on the back of my ass. I was then blindfolded.

“Uncle john must have given his friend several clips because the next thing I knew, my nipples were clipped to each of the other two chains and they were pulled up toward the ceiling as well. I was in agony. The guy told me to reach behind me and to pull my ass cheeks apart; at that point I knew what was going down. He applied generous globs of some cream, like K-Y jelly on my asshole and then told me to grab the two chains pulling on my tits so as to steady myself while he shoved his rather sturdy prick up my ass. Then the pushing and shoving began…he was a monster and took his time reaming my ass. Finally, with a shout, I could feel his jism flow into my asshole. He stayed in me for a few minutes then asked where the men’s room was so he could wash up.

“He left before Uncle John let me down and let the gooey cum run down my legs. I’d recognize that guy if I ever saw him, but, most of all I’d remember the workout he gave my poor ass and the torment I experienced on my nipples and my nose.

“Not to change the subject to radically, but do you remember that once Uncle John had swapped you and me out for a few slave girls who belonged to a client friend of his who was a lesbian dominatrix. As an aside, he never just sent us out to others, he always got a slave of his choosing in return. This woman owned a bar which caters to lesbians. She told Uncle John that she thought that we could make some real money for him at her place if we would do a stripper act at her place.

“That’s all Uncle John needed to here, and before I knew it, I was doing a strip tease and pole dances at this woman’s bar. Mother Cunt too. Uncle John told us that each of us would have to earn $1,000 in tips over a long, three day, holiday period or we couldn’t come home until we did. Well, I had learned some very interesting things about lesbian dancing in Brazil, and I didn’t think it would matter much if we both danced on stage at the same time. 

“Now, I use the word ‘dance’ in the loosest of contexts. We did strip completely and we did move and shimmy and shake, but we always wound up kissing and lapping each other at the end of each 15 minute set. It wasn’t long before we each had the $1,000. It’s true that I got more money than Mother Cunt, but together we really did well, and we gave all the money to Uncle John. The patrons were satisfied and the dominatrix was thrilled because her patrons were spending money at the bar like crazy.

“That lead to another experiment by dear Uncle John. One Thursday night, he had me take Mother Cunt, to the bar. She was made to wear a revealing leather outfit and high heels. She had to wear a leather collar and a ball gag when we got there. The place went into spontaneous applause when I dragged Mother Cunt up on stage. I asked that the music stop so I could make an announcement.

“My announcement was that the “bitch’ I had by the collar had been especially rude and needed some correction. I was willing to auction her off for an bare assed spanking to the highest bidder. You should have heard the applause on that offer, and the bidding was exciting. Mother Cunt cowered in the corner looking quite embarrassed, but I knew she was kind’a anxious to be spanked in public like that.

“Weren’t you Mother Cunt?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say anxious exactly, but there was a certain erotic thrill about the whole idea. And, you, my dear daughter, played it to the hilt. The owners of the bar were only too glad to see how you would play this scene out. Of course, they wanted a twenty percent take from the highest bidder to let you do the auction.

“You treated me like a common whore, parading me back and forth so the patrons would see my tits bounce and my ass wiggle. I was surprised when the bidding got to one hundred dollars, but when it got to two hundred dollars, I had to wonder just what kind of a spanking that big dyke had in mind for me. You had told everyone, that the spanking would be a bare assed one but that it couldn’t last for more than 3 minutes. That big girl seemed to know what damage she could do in that amount of time, and was I ever right.

“After the first 20 or so smacks, my ass was in flames and the gal was just getting started. I didn’t want to cry or to make a scene, but that chick had big, rough, hands. She must have been a dock worker, or something, because she had powerful hands, and arms, and could really swing. You did call off the spanking before the 3 minute mark, thankfully, when the crowd of girls started to shout for me to be released from that gals heavy swats.

“My ass was hot, beet red, swollen, and very sore. Master John was tickled by my story and has threatened to send me back again because I got such a good reception there. I hope he doesn’t, because that was way too much.

“Yes, Mother Cunt, it was a spanking to behold. Then someone mentioned that you should lick me to a cum, and boy was I ever ready for that. So I made you lay down on your throbbing ass, and I sat on your face while you brought me off.  You did a very nice job for me, really.

“Before I forget, let me change the subject and ask if  Uncle John ever took you to dinner at “The Dark Room” Auntie?”

“Oh, yes he has, Angel. And, it was a hoot. As you may know, the price to get in that place is over $500. It is really a special, and very private, club. He took me there for our anniversary just last year.”

“Tell us what happened, Bristol.”

“As you may know, the place is reserved for only well regarded Masters and their slave girls. The place serves the finest food in the most sensuous setting. The servers are all super, grade “A” women who serve in the nude. The slave girls who are invited with their Master are not allowed to wear clothes either, other than heels and tight corsets.

“The deal is that the place is completely dark. The thick metal shades come down when the doors open. Literally, it takes quite a few minutes to see anything in the darkness they create in that room. There is a double air lock vestibule into which the Masters and their slaves enter from an under ground garage. They have a cold air draft inside that air lock which almost automatically sends a chill over the body of each slave girl. Their nipples get hard automatically.

“The idea for the place is that the slave girls are expected to engage in their Masters wildest sexual activities, in a semi-private, yet public, room. The nascent light in the room is virtually non-existent, but everyone’s eyes sort’a gets used to being in the dark. While the naked girls are accorded a modicum of anonymity, and we all knew that every girl in the place was naked too, I can tell you, it was very nerve-racking for all of them; at least I was.

“Master had me on my knees between his legs almost from the beginning. The room was very quiet so I could here him moan and my mouth slurp. And, I could hear the other girls moan or squealing. Then he had me stand by his side with my legs spread while he tormented my cunt and clit. I was a mess because he told me to remain perfectly still. I could hear other girls moaning and groaning, which only made the atmosphere of the place that much more exciting, yet traumatic.

“Master John ordered his wine and meal, and left me standing there spread like a wooden doll. He was enjoying himself trying to see what he could see of the servers while I stood there like a stupid mannequin. But, I was dripping like a fool and he knew it, because he kept fingering my cunt. It was really something.

“He finally made me kneel beside him with one the middle finger of one hand up my cunt and the middle finger of my other hand up my ass while he let me sip his drink and taste small morsels of his wonderful meal. My stomach was growling all night.

“Before we left the room, he made me bend over the table and he fucked my ass and my cunt hard. His cum ran down my legs as he pushed me out the door. I’ll never forget that anniversary celebration as long as I live. I was so hot and so submissive and Master John really rang my chimes.

“It was worth all the money John dumped there and I’m sure he left a very generous tip.”

“Now, girls, this is Master John. This could go on and on, but I want to ask a few questions before we put this baby in the can.

“First, to you Angel. What was the most humiliating scene you saw personally while you were serving in Thailand?”

“OMG, Yes, I know exactly what that would be. I’m sorry if I haven’t already mentioned it.

“There was an Australian girl, here name was, Carol, I think. She had run away from her home when she was 18 years old. Once we were in the same brothel we bonded right away. The madam or our house, sold her to two Asian guys a few weeks after I got there, but we did see each other on the street from time-to-time.

“Well, the last time I saw her she was in very high heels and the two guys had electric probes to keep her in line. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties underneath the short skirt and tube top she as wearing. They kept giving her jolts to get her to comply… they were being very mean to her, and in public too.

“She had cuff irons on her wrists and ankles, and a tight collar around her neck. Clearly they were keeping her chained up when they weren’t using her. They had welded a chain to the collar on one end, and a fairly heavy metal dog feeding bowl to the other. She was made to carry the bowl all over town in her hands except to eat, or suck, or fuck. No missing the symbolism of that.

“When she got a john, the guys would just turn the collar around and hang the dish down her back as she got on her knees to give head. Or, if the money was good enough, they would make her stretch out on the sidewalk or ally and put the bowl under her head to let the johns fuck her right there.

“They would make her kneel right on the city sidewalk and stick her head in the bowl. She did look hungry all the time, and I’d see them drop in some food; looked like dog food really, and she would eat it with her face in the bowl on her hands and knees. Sometimes they would put water in the bowl and she would lap it up just as she did with the food.

“If she gave the slightest amount of resistance, one of the two guys would stick his electric probe into her naked ass.  I could here it click on from where I was standing and, then she would jerk up and comply to their demands without further hesitation. I knew she could see me and I could only imagine her humiliation. From time-to-time the guys would pull her tube top up so that her rather nice tits were on display right on the street where everyone could see them.

“I never saw much of Carol after about two weeks on the street and the Mistress of the house couldn’t track her down either. There was no delicacy in that place. In fact, I think they got their money’s worth from her really quickly and they must have just wore the poor thing out until she collapsed in her tracks. I’ve always wondered what became of her.  Bet, she wished a million times over that she’d never run away. She was rode hard and put away wet!”

“That was exciting Angel! No you never mentioned that episode before. It was hot, Wish we had that on film.”

“Bristol,  did you two ever explain why we don’t need toilet paper around here yet?”

“No Sir! I guess that’s so much a part of our life style and that it has become so routine that I forgot that it was unusual in other walks of life. Some may consider what we do to be pretty gross. Oh, what the hell.

“Several years ago, Master John, decided that us slave girls were just wasting money on toilet paper. He took all the rolls out of our bathroom and put them in his room. We were told to use our mouths and tongues to clean each other up after we’d done our business, and that’s exactly what we’ve been doing ever since.  Master John thinks that as a bonus that practice keeps us humble … it certainly does that. Now, to be completely honest here, he does buy us mouthwash by the gallon, so I’m not sure he actually saves any money.”

“Bristol, you have put it bluntly but accurately. But you didn’t mention that you also act as my piss toilet when I’m home so I don’t have to flush as much. Isn’t that right, toilet girl?”

“Yes, Sir, but, we are all your piss toilets when it comes down to it.” 

“I do appreciate the convenience of having you for that task when I’m home, it lets me watch my games and tend to my desk work with a minimum of interruption. Great service, you girls provide.

“But, I just had a flash!

“Bristol, do you remember the time I took you to the mall several years ago and set you up to pimp yourself?”

“Master, how could I forget that. You had me in “fuck me” heels and black leather hose, and the shortest leather skirt with the lowest neck line blouse imaginable. The black leather, half cup, bra gave me cleavage that grabbed the attention of everyone, man or woman, in the place.

“It really got dicey when a regular city policeman approached me as I was standing in front of an empty shop. He asked me if I was a regular at the mall. I told him it was my first time and then waited for his next question. 

“My cunt was dripping, and my heart raced at full speed I was so excited. He asked if I’d like to be written up for prostitution> He mentioned taking me to the officers rest area in the lowest level of the mall. I said I had done nothing to give him the impression that I was offering sex for money and waited for his next move.

“He said that he was taking me down to the office for further questioning anyhow and I agreed to go with him. He had his hand right on my ass the whole way down the stairway. He even suggested that there might me a way for me to get ‘out of this trouble’ if I’d cooperate.

“When he opened the door to the office, I saw five police man, all in uniform, and two police woman, also in uniform. My escort announced to those in the room that I had already confessed to him that I was ready for anything just to get out of trouble I was in if he would promise that nothing would get on my record. Of course, I’d never said any such thing, but at that point, that hardly mattered.

“One of the other cops asked if I wanted to go the hard way or the easy way. I wasn’t sure just want he meant by that, so I asked what the easy way was.

“One of the lady officers, said that a nice blow job might make things easier for me. I nodded, and two of the officers grabbed me by the arms and forced me to my knees with one of the female cops on each side of me. I guess they wanted a good seat for the show that was to begin.

“The guy who seemed to be in charge, got right up in front of me, also between the two ladies, if you could call them that, and whipped out his prick. It was plenty big. I opened my mouth and he grabbed my hair and started to pump my face. I’m pretty good at cock sucking and he seemed to appreciate my skill in that area. Before long, he blew his gummy wad right down my throat. The ladies seemed to have enjoyed the performance. Then, another cop  took the first guys place.

“I could see the two lady cops move away to the side, and between trusts from the new cop, I could see that one of the ladies was getting her cunt lapped by the other girl. The whole scene was one of pure debauchery, and I loved it.

“Three blow jobs later and I was given a towel to clean up with. My jaws ached. The cops gave me a round of polite applause, even the girls.

“The cop who approached me first took me off my knees and grabbed my ass again as he led me back up to the main corridor of the mall; his hand never left my ass.”

“Okay everyone. Let that be a wrap. Maybe we’ll get together for some more recollections another time. My slaves, I want you down in the dungeon right now! You camera girls can pack your gear and let yourselves out. ”

End of the Story

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