Master came to collect his slut at exactly 6pm, summoning me out to his car with a message. I exchanged ‘love you’s’ and make-up-preserving air kisses with Mistress then hurried from my front door, wheeling my suitcase with one hand, the other holding my pink clutch bag. I could only pray none of the neighbours were at their windows. I put my case in the back then sat in the passenger seat, my pvc coat squeaking with every move.
“Looking hot, Bimbo. I like the coat.”
“Thank you Master”
“I also like the make up. Makes you look even more of a tart. Consider it a permanent requirement.”
“Yes Master. I’m glad you like it. Mistress did it.”
We pulled away and Master continued with the compliments.
“Sexy nails! You’ve made an effort, haven’t you?”
“Yes Master. I want to please you.”
“It’s working, Bimbo. Are they new shoes?”
“Yes Master”
“Very slutty”
“Thank you Master”
“Have you thought about serving me since I last had you?”
“Of course, Master. I’ve thought about your incredible cock every day.”
“What did you think about it?”
“Touching it, licking it, sucking it, fucking it, feeding it into Mistress’s wet slit”
“Good girl. I’ve heard your Mistress is almost as dirty as you, Bimbo. I hope to find out for myself one day.”
“I hope you do, Master. She’ll love your cock.”
When we came to the inevitable standstill on the motorway Master said he wanted to see my legs so I opened the bottom of my coat to expose them.
Master’s hand stroked my thigh as we shunted forward a metre at a time.
“First we’re going to your room, Bimbo. I’m going to cum in your sluthole then take you for a drink at a little club I go to. Phil will be there. He wants to see your public debut.”
“Yes Master”
“I won’t let anyone use you on this occasion. I’ll just be showing off my little slut.”
“Yes Master”
My heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I was excited Master couldn’t wait to ram his thick shaft inside me and excited to be paraded as a sex slave, but nervous of the reactions I’d receive.
“They’ll all want you.” Master added, boosting my confidence somewhat.
We got to the motel and I was again astonished by Master’s utter disregard of what anyone else thought. He kept a hand on my arse as he checked us in, giving it an occasional squeaky squeeze.
The room was on the second floor so I wheeled my case into the lift, the closing doors relieving my embarrassment and shame.
“I’ll take your bag. Show me how my slut will walk into the club.” ordered Master as our floor pinged.
I did my best impression of a porn star when leading the way to 211, the last room along the corridor. I tried to keep my hips fluid, legs straight and bum wiggling. Master seemed pleased, spanking my plastic-shrouded butt when we paused at the door for the green entry light.
The moment the door closed Master was fishing his conga from his trousers. The massive tool looked even bigger than I remembered and I immediately wanted to worship it. I got to my knees and begged.
“Please may I suck your cock before you take my arse, Master.”
“Why would you want to do that, Bimbo?”
“Because I’m a nympho slut, Master. A sex slave who needs big cock.”
“Good girl. Open wide.”
I opened my mouth and moaned as Master filled it with his smooth tip. The majestic organ quickly got very hard so I held it around the base, my glossy nails glinting as I steered the monster back between my lips.
When I pulled back to admire the huge shaft I noticed lipstick smears an inch below the shiny bulb. I was surprised so little had been in my mouth, considering how full I felt, and I was disappointed with my performance.
A good slut should be able to take more than that.
I got back to work, cramming cock into my mouth, failing to control my gagging but continuing to try. Next time I came up for air thick strings of saliva connected my gasping orifice to the stiff pole. Master called me a dirty little bitch in acknowledgment of my effort.
I sucked the erotic phallus back between my lips, cupping the heavy balls as my tongue lapped the underside of the massive glans.
Master’s groans made me feel so slutty I instinctively reached for my hard on, squeezing relief into the warm ache.
“Lube me up, Bimbo.”
I took the tube from my handbag, squirted a generous amount into my hand and stroked it over the enormous cock, making the thick shaft shine. It looked incredibly impressive, pure sexual potency.
“Please may I take a picture of my fingers around your superior cock, Master? Mistress wants to see how my nails look in their proper environment.”
“We wouldn’t want to disappoint your gorgeous Mistress would we. Give me your phone. I’ll take the photo.”
“Thank you Master”
Even with an additional centimetre on the end of my fingers they still didn’t come close to encircling the girth. Master took the snap then told me to lick the tip like a lollipop.
“And now with both hands, Fuck izmir rus escort Toy.”
I put one hand on top of the other, at least an inch of shaft and that huge bell end protruding from my grip.
“Tongue out, Bimbo. That’s right. I’m sure your Mistress will be in no doubt what a cock slut she owns.”
“Thank you Master”
He tossed my phone onto the bed and gave an order.
“Bend over the desk, Bimbo. Arse in the air.”
I did as he asked, keeping my legs straight and arching my back to push out my bum. Master pushed my coat to one side and tugged my panties halfway down my thighs.
Then I felt myself being slowly split in half as the steely meat worked its way inside me.
I whimpered in pain, telling Master he was too big for me, hoping the discomfort would soon pass, which eventually it did.
“Like your slutstamp, you dirty bitch.” Master complimented as he stretched me.
“Thank you Master. Mistress gave it to me.”
“She’s a very good Mistress. I can’t wait to meet her.”
Large hands held me by the waist and the thickness pumped in and out, each stroke putting me deeper into subspace.
“Send those photos to your Mistress while I fuck your tight little arse, Bimbo. And tell her what you’re doing as you send them.”
“Yes Master” I groaned, thrilled by the instruction.
I attached the photos to a message; ‘Worshipped Mistress. I hope you like how my nails look wrapped around Master’s big cock. It’s stretching my sluthole as I type this. I feel so full, like a sex slave should. Hope you’re enjoying yourself xxx’
“I’ve sent them, Master.” I informed.
“Good girl” he said, spanking my exposed arse.
Moments later, amid some grunting, cream shot deep inside me, his pulsing cock almost lifting me off the bed.
“Pull your knickers up, slut, and fix your lipstick. We’re leaving in 5 minutes.”
“Yes Master”
I took my pink clutch into the bathroom and reapplied the scarlet grease, a wad of tissue in my panties to soak up the cum dribbling from my hole. I wondered if Mistress had been used so soon into her date.
“Let’s go, Bimbo” announced Master from the other side of the door. I flushed away the tissue and pulled my panties firmly up. A quick check my stockings were in the right place then I belted my coat and followed Master back to his car.
Conversation was limited during the drive, giving me too much time to think. One minute disappointed in myself, my desire to share my adored wife, my weakness in resisting depravity, my diminishing masculinity, my growing attraction to cock, the next minute feeling intense arousal at the same things.
By the time the car pulled in to a parking space outside a non-descript building on the edge of an industrial estate, I had once again accepted my new reality. Willing cuckold and sex slave.
Master put an arm around my waist as we walked to the door, making me feel extremely emasculated. I could still feel Master’s seed leaking into my panties. There was no point trying to be anything other than the girly slut I was.
“Remember Bimbo, no sex in the club this evening. You’ll get your chance to have all the cock you crave next time.”
“Yes Master”
I was trembling with nervous excitement as he steered me inside, doing my best to walk demurely.
There was a guy behind a counter who greeted Master by his name, evidently familiar. Master told him to put the guest fee on his tab and took me through another door.
Behind it was a surprisingly large space; a bar along one side with several occupied stools, a small dance floor overlooked by tables and chairs and a raised area with two latex-upholstered contraptions that looked like massage beds. I could imagine what they were used for.
Master guided me to the far end of the room where three large sofas formed an angular horseshoe.
“Hi Bimbo.” said Master’s friend Ed, the guy I was instructed to call Sir when he fucked me a couple of weeks earlier.
“Hello Sir” I replied, feeling other customers starting to look at me.
“Looking very hot, little slut.”
“Thank you Sir”
“Make sure you tell me when you send her into the glory hole.” he said to Master.
“She’s not going in there tonight. She’s got a busy day tomorrow.”
“Shame. What do you want to drink, Bimbo?”
“She’ll have a strawberry daiquiri.” said Master. “A pretty drink for a dirty girl.”
“Thank you Master”
Sir got up and went to the bar and Master told me where to sit.
Almost immediately another guy came over and shook Master’s hand. “So who’s this?” he asked.
“My new slut.” Master replied. “Nympho sex slave who never says no.”
“Nice! Any chance of passing it around?”
“Not tonight. But she’ll be begging to come back soon.”
“Make sure you let me know. I’d love a go on that.”
Master grinned. “You won’t be the only one.”
The guy drifted to the bar and two more came over, again obviously familiar to Master, exchanging handshakes.
“How much is that costing izmit escort you?” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not a penny, mate. But she is a filthy little whore.” Master joked back, albeit a true statement.
“Size queen is she? That’s usually how you bag your bitches.”
“She certainly gets a bit excited by big cocks, don’t you Bimbo.”
“Yes Master”
“Oh! ‘Master’ is it? You’re a lucky fucker, Phil!”
“Make your own luck, fella.” quipped Master.
“Or you’re born with a big bit of ‘luck’!” laughed the guy.
“Where’d you find her, Phil? Online?” asked the other guy.
It was humiliating to be talked about as though I wasn’t there, as though I was an object, so of course I was getting even more turned on.
“An old friend of mine introduced us. He’s fucking the wife. I know you two wouldn’t appreciate such a sexy creature, but the wife is unbelievably hot if you’re that way inclined. Bimbo’s going to get me into her knickers, aren’t you Bimbo?”
“Bimbo!” the first guy snorted.
“Yes Master. I’ll do my best.”
“How sweet” said snorter.
“She’s desperate to watch her wife cum on a big cock.”
“She’s found the right guy.” laughed the other one.
Sir arrived with the drinks and sat on the sofa adjacent to me and Master. “Here you go, Bimbo.” The drink was almost as red as my lips, with a 70’s pink umbrella and strawberry skewered on a cocktail stick. I sucked on the straw and liked the taste.
“Get it down you, Bimbo.” said Master. “You’ll dance better when you’ve had a couple of those.”
Oh god. I was expected to dance. I sucked harder, hoping the Dutch courage would kick in soon.
“See you again, Bimbo.”‘said snorting guy before leading the other one to a group of Blue Oyster types at one of the tables.
As I sipped my colourful drink I looked around at the other clientele. There were about 20 people, none of them female. Two men were kissing, really snogging, at one end of the bar and perhaps I should be ashamed to say it but it made me feel uneasy. Weird and hypocritical but that’s what happened. Fortunately I’m blessed with eyes that can look wherever I point them so I moved on.
There was another fully-dressed transvestite accompanied by a man in a suit. More Rocky Horror than I would choose. I actually thought ‘If I was a man I would rather fuck me than him.’
Not only did I have a bitchy, comparative appearance-based thought, I also momentarily, on some level, forgot I was actually a man.
For the first time I wondered if me and my adored wife were going too far along a dangerous path. But it was neither the time nor the place to dwell on that.
The sound filling the room would probably be described as EDM. It was electronic. It was for dancing. But calling it music was generous. The type of soulless fodder A.I. can churn out. Although difficult to say for sure, I think the track changed which caused 3 fairly standard looking blokes to move onto the dance floor. Their dancing was as bad as mine so I felt a twinge of gratitude.
Master was stroking one of my thighs as he chatted with Sir, pushing the lower half of my coat over my crossed legs. The thought of Mistress wearing similar stockings for her lover at that same moment gave me an erotic rush. I was a sex slave. A free whore, owned by a sexy mistress. I must not disappoint her.
I sucked up the last of my daiquiri. “Please may I have another drink, Master.”
“Yes Bimbo. Go to the bar and put it on my tab. This time you will have a Pink Russian.”
“Yes Master. Thank you Master”.
I had no idea what a Pink Russian was but it was served in a classic cocktail glass and looked feminine. I took a sip so it wouldn’t spill as I returned to Master. It tasted quite strong.
A few minutes later, the glass empty, Master ordered me onto the dance floor. It was the most humiliating thing I’d done as a slave but I did my best, wiggling and writhing about, using my PVC shroud as a prop like a stripper with a feather boa, pulling it tight over various parts or almost opening it.
I’d been doing my best impression of a lap dancer for less than five minutes when I noticed Master beckoning me with a curling finger. I felt a wash of relief that the dreaded task was over and returned to him.
“You looked good, Bimbo, but I think it’s time you let us see what’s under your kinky coat.”
Oh no!
“But Master, Mistress sent me out with only underwear beneath this coat.”
“Like a good little whore. I’m sure nobody will mind seeing you in your underwear.”
It was evident Master wasn’t interested in excuses and I would have to obey. If I felt humiliated dancing in my coat, being almost naked was a new level. I didn’t show my reluctance and accepted my order with a weak smile and “Yes Master”.
With my heart thumping I removed my plastic wrapper and laid it on the sofa beside Master, acutely aware of my exposed body.
“Love that tattoo as well, my sex doll! Very good! Off you go.”
I’ve never felt so self-conscious as ığdır escort I did walking back to the dance floor on my heels, stockinged legs on full display and only a pink bra and panties for modesty. I could sense all eyes were on me. Part of me wanted to shrivel up and run out of the club but another part needed to please my Mistress and Master. It was like jumping into a cool pool on a hot day. Once the initial shock had passed it was kind of liberating. My exposure was complete. Couldn’t get any worse. Resistance is futile. Accept and embrace.
I am a sex slave. Nothing else matters.
I basically just wiggled my arse side to side with feet varying distances apart, stroking my hands over my body. It seemed everyone was watching me but I concentrated on the furthest wall, half an eye watching for Master’s signal.
I had acquired a new level of subservient acceptance, blotting out my shame and embarrassment as inconvenient obstacles to pleasing my superiors.
After what felt like hours, but was probably less than two minutes, a couple of people came over and started dancing beside me, making no attempt to hide their leering. I didn’t mind. It was better than being the only focal point.
They took my lack of hostility as an invitation to get closer until they were almost pinning me between them. I was happy to see Master summoning me so politely extricated myself.
“Well done, Bimbo. I’m pleased with you. Everyone’s had a good look at my little whore so now I’m going to take one or two bookings for tomorrow. I think I’ll make a nice profit after paying for your room and sustenance.”
Oh my god! Master was literally going to pimp me out. He was making me a genuine whore.
The thought sent a depraved thrill through my scantily clad body, but tempered by concern at what I might be expected to do. As if reading my mind, Master gave some reassurance.
“Don’t worry Bimbo. I know all these guys and know which ones I wouldn’t trust with my sex doll.
But I think you should check my intentions with your Mistress.”
“Yes Master”
I retrieved my phone and sent Mistress a message, apologising for interrupting her time with her boyfriend and explaining the situation.
A reply came almost immediately.
‘Of course your master can pimp out his little slut, Bimbo. You’re a sex slave! I’m sure you’ll please your clients. I look forward to hearing all about it xxx’.
I shared my wife’s words with Master and my fate was sealed.
Master told Sir to “look after her for me” and went off to tout for business.
“Looking forward to it?” asked Sir, correctly reading what I was thinking about.
“My purpose is to serve cock, Sir. I always look forward to doing my duty.”
“I don’t doubt it.” he laughed. “I’d book a slot myself if I had any money.”
“Thank you Sir”
“Another daiquiri, Bimbo?”
“Yes please, Sir”
Sir got up and went to the bar but I wasn’t alone for long. A guy dressed for the 70’s New York gay scene plonked himself on the sofa beside mine.
“Very tasty. Loved the dance.”
“Thank you”
“You’ve got me fired up.”
“Thank you. I hope you can put it to use.”
“I’ll save it for our appointment tomorrow, Bimbo.”
I felt a bit famous, him knowing my name while I had no idea of his.
“Of course, Sir. I’ll be ready for you.”
“Good girl. Look forward to it.”
“Thank you, Sir”
I wasn’t sure what title whores gave their tricks so thought ‘sir’ was a safe option.
“I hope this man isn’t bothering you, Bimbo.” joked Sir when he returned with drinks. “How are you, Jock?”
“All good, Ed. You?”
“Been better, but Bimbo here’s been a great help. Very distracting.” he laughed. I hoped they wouldn’t have a conversation about whatever miserable situation Sir needed distraction from.
“Have you had a go?” asked Jock.
“Too right! Total filth!”
“Happy to hear it.” he grinned. “Looking forward to my turn even more now, Bimbo.”
“I’ll try to not disappoint you, sir.”
“Booked a session, have you Jock?”
“Be rude not to. She’s a sexy little bitch, isn’t she.”
“She is. And she fucking loves it.”
“I hope these men aren’t bothering you, Bimbo.” Master said when he returned, proving what an obvious joke it was.
“No Master” I replied, playing it straight.
“You’re entertaining three clients tomorrow, Bimbo. 10am, 1pm and 3pm. They have an hour each.”
“Yes Master”. The butterflies in my stomach were coked up. An entire day of sex service. I felt my dick getting hard.
“I see you’ve already met one of them. They’ve all paid to fuck you. I’m sure you’ll have no problem being good value.”
“No Master.”
“Good girl. Now drink up. I want to make use of you and that hotel room.”
“Yes Master”
“No chance of a blow job before you take her away, Phil?” asked Sir.
“I did tell her there’d be no sex here tonight, but as she’s done so well perhaps she deserves a reward. Would you like a mouthful of cum, Bimbo?”
“Yes please Master”
“You’ll have to take her on the stage, Ed.”
“Understood. Come on, Bimbo. Follow me.”
He led me up the two steps onto the stage and unzipped his jeans, tugging them open and unfurling his swollen cock. “Show them what a dirty bitch you are, Bimbo.” he instructed as I crouched on my heels.