XIII
In the morning we made love one final time, slowly and luxuriously. We bathed once more; together this time, then I dressed her.
"Well, my little slut, the only clothes you'll need are the ones you wore yesterday. Is there anything you want to bring with you, slave?"
I though for a minute, looking around the bedroom. "No Mistress, there's nothing I want to bring with me."
"Okay, if you think of anything, let me know, and I'll send Vincent over."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"Now get dressed."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I threw my clothes on.
"You may stand."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
She clipped her leash onto my collar and led me out of the house, ensuring that the door was locked behind us. My bells rang with every step.
I hailed a cab, and after she gave the driver an address in Harlem, she said, "As soon as we enter my house, you are to fall onto your knees and strip."
"Yes, Mistress."
The cab stopped in front of a large three story house. I hurried ahead of Mistress and opened the door. I followed her in then, as ordered, I fell to my knees and striped. I looked around and found that I was kneeling in a small, dimly lit foyer. It was so dim that until he shifted his feet, I didn't notice the large Negro standing in the corner.
Mistress parted the curtains in front of her and led me into a large sitting room. A baker's dozen of women were sitting or standing in the room. They were all dressed as what my father would call "ladies of the evening." Several of the girls wished Mistress good morning. I realized then that she was not kidding about making me into a whore. I had come to live in a whorehouse.
Mistress led me to the center of the room. "Girls, this is the slave I told you about. Believe me when I say that she is no threat to any of you. In fact, she loves eating pussy, so I think she's a valuable find for all of us."
Several of the girls giggled and one said "I hope she's good, I just love a good muff diver."
"Although she is my slave, you are not to show her any special considerations. However, you are not to abuse her either. The bottom line is that she is my slave, not yours. Any questions?"
There were no questions. "Stand up slave, so the girls can inspect you." I stood. The girls crowded around me, touching and pinching. The girls made comments like, "You're pretty. Nice tits. Nice, firm ass." I felt like a horse being inspected before a sale.
"Okay girls, I've got a few things I need to talk over with my slave. On your knees, slave."
I followed her into her office. A very large, very dark man sat behind her desk. "So this is your new 'whore slave'?"
"Yes, Virgil."
"She's pretty. I want to fuck her."
"No, Virgil, she's a virgin, and she's worth a lot of money."
"Yeah, maybe so, but I want some."
Mistress walked to the desk, sat on the edge, pulled up her skirt and said, "Oh, come here."
Virgil walked around the desk, pulled out his large cock stuck it into my face, and said, "Get it hard, bitch."
I glanced at Mistress, who nodded her head. I took the cock into my mouth, and started sucking. It slowly grew larger. Before long, I could hardly get the head into my mouth. I started licking it.
Suddenly he pulled out, turned to Mistress, and with one quick thrust, entered her pussy. As he thrust in and out, Mistress motioned me forward. "Get your face in there and watch."
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I moved closer and watched the huge cock disappear in her snatch. I couldn't believe that his enormous baton could fit into her sweet cunt. I didn't even want to think about trying to get it into my pussy.
He grunted as he fucked her faster and faster, then he thrust forward and stopped grunting, "Yes, yes, yesssss!!!"
He pulled out, and a string of cum led from her pussy to the tip of his cock. Cum was leaking from the slit in his cock.
"Clean it, slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I licked the nasty scum off of his cock.
"Virgil, I need to talk to my slave. Would you leave us alone?"
"Well, okay, May." He left us alone.
"God he's slimy. Come clean me." I licked her pussy, trying to get as much of his cum out of it as I could. Then I moved up to her clit, and she pushed my head away. "You just can't get enough, can you, you little vixen?"
"I love the taste of you, Mistress. I could eat you forever."
"Unfortunately I don't have time for that." I followed her as she stood, walked behind her desk, and sat down. She guided my head into her lap and started to pet my hair.
"Did you know I was bringing you to a whorehouse?"
"No, Mistress, it was a total surprise."
"Good. Do you want to leave?"
"No, Mistress, I want to stay, I love you."
"Well, we'll see. Remember, all you need to do is tell me, and you can leave at any time."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
“First I want you to know my plans for you." She touched the key on the chain around her neck. "In six weeks I'm going to hold an auction for this key. The winner will have use of you for three days. You will literally be the most expensive whore in New York City."
I felt both intrigued and shamed. "Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." Now I knew why Mistress wanted me in the chastity belt before bringing me here.
"I want you to know that there are three reasons I do things to you that you might consider unpleasant. First, since you are my slave, I can hurt you, and both the action of giving you pain, and your experiencing that pain, gives me pleasure - incredible pleasure. For example, I came the other night when I clipped that clothespin on your clit."
"Yes Mistress."
"The second reason is to teach you a new skill. Two days ago you had never thought of eating shit, and today you actually enjoyed eating my shit in front of Robert, didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I did kind of enjoy that. I think I might learn to enjoy eating your shit."
"And third, I might punish you for some transgression. I am going to punish you now. For the next week, during business hours, you will remain in the sitting room, and whenever a man walks past you, you will ask him if he wants a free blow job."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"Do you know what I'm punishing you for, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think so, Mistress. It's because I said I didn't like sucking cock."
"No, slave, that's not why I'm punishing you. Whenever we talk I want you, no I expect you, to be completely frank and truthful with me. I will never punish you for telling me the truth. In return, I will always tell you the truth."
"However, you were whining and complaining about sucking cock. My girls are my employees, and I expect them to gripe and bitch. You, however, are my slave; I expect obedience from you without complaint. Do you understand what I'm saying slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand. I'm sorry, Mistress."
"There is one other thing that I should have done before. I‟m going to give you a safe word. I think I can trust you to use it wisely. Your safe word is really. You can scream 'No' all night long, and as far as I'm concerned, you'll be screaming 'Yes'.
“However, if you say, for example, "I really can't stand that, please stop‟, or "that really hurts, please go slower‟, I'll know you're serious. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress."
"Now, you little cocksucker, this is what I expect of you. At ten o'clock each morning Vincent will wake you. He will unlock your belt so that you can go to the bathroom. You will then bathe. After that he will escort you to breakfast."
"After eating, and no later than 10:45 you will go to the sitting room where there will be a horse that you can straddle. You will either straddle the horse, or be on your knees offering your mouth to every man who enters the room until four AM."
"Every five hours or so, you will get a fifteen minute break so that you can have a snack, and go to the bathroom. You will not be able to go to the bathroom any other time, and if you have an 'accident' you will, of course, clean it up."
"Although the horse has straps, you will not be bound. You may use your hands. You will swallow all of the jism. Any cum not swallowed will stay where it lands.
"After you are done, you are to ask for a critique of your blow job. There will be a small chalk board near the horse. You will keep track of how many blow jobs you give, along with how many times men have cum. There is also a mirror on the wall near you. I want you to watch and see what you look like sucking cock. I want you to see and realize what a little cock sucking slut you are. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress."
"The men are not to touch you anywhere other than your head. They are especially not to abuse you in any way. No pinches, slaps on the ass, or any thing like that."
"We call all of our bouncers Pete. If anyone touches you, or gives you any other trouble, call out for Pete. In my absence, Pete has complete control over the house. One last thing, you are not to cum for the next week. Any questions, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
Mistress touched the key. "Vincent is the only person I trust with this key. If anyone other than him or me is holding this key, call out for Pete."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, as I told the girls, you are my slave, and they are not to order you about. However, like I said before, your status in life is lower than that of a Nigger whore. The reason for this is really quite simple. All of my girls are, of course, prostitutes, and all of them work for me by choice. My girls are the best treated, and the best paid hookers in New York City. Taking that into account, if any of my girls had half of the opportunities that you have had, none of them would be here. What I'm saying is that none of the girls really want to be here. You, on the other hand, are here by choice."
"The girls are here because, for one reason or another, they cannot make a living any other way. You however, are here because you love me, and because you want me so much you are willing to prostitute yourself, to become a shit eating, cock sucking, and pussy eating Lesbian slut. And be-lieve me when I say it's only going to get worse. You are soon going to be no more than a bitch that is constantly in heat. You‟re going to be worse than a whore because you will beg to fuck anything with a cock at the drop of a hat, and do it for free. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you have any questions, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
"Do you still want to be my slave?"
Without hesitation I said, "Oh yes, Mistress. Very much so, Mistress."
She stared into my eyes. "Very well slave, but do not expect any special considerations because you are my slave. If anyone gives you a suggestion about cock sucking, or anything else for that matter, you shall follow that advice, and thank them for their help. You are to show deference to everyone here. You are not to speak to anyone unless they speak to you first. You will, of course, speak to everyone respectfully. You will call everyone mister, miss, ma'am, or sir. Of course, you will never stand unless I give you my permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you have any questions, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
"What are you, slave?"
"Mistress, I am your shit eating, cock sucking, and pussy eating Lesbian slut whore."
Mistress took my face in her hand, pulled me up, and gave me the most erotic kiss I have ever experienced. Then she stared into my eyes and said, "Yes, you certainly are. Now crawl out there and start sucking cock. Make me proud of you, slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."