The cold light of dawn streaming through the window woke her with a start. She struggled up to a position where she could see the clock. She saw that she had made it. It was 5:50 am. He had ordered a blow job for 6 am. She had 10 minutes.

She struggled over to her bed side and wormed her way up the side. With her hands still captive behind her, she managed to burrowed her head under the covers. She inched along like a slug further on into the bed. There in the dim light she found Don's hairy leg. She squirmed up beside it till she found her goal.



In the dim light it looked over her face with it's one sleepy black eye. Her mouth watered. This was her's all her's .

She stuck out her tongue and greeted it.

Her master stirred. Now the center of her whole existence. Her crotch tightened.

She wanted it . and she wanted more.

The sleeping monster felt the smooth wet tongue over its smelly wrinkled surface and it stirred.

Another long lick and it began to wriggle and lengthen.

Delighted she tongued it again . she could not stop her self. The black eyed being twitched awake and began to stiffened. She could not wait, she engulfed it in her mouth. There it lengthen and harden to its fullest . snug inside her adoring mouth.

She forced herself to just hold it softly between her wet lips, and soaked it in her oral cavity. She felt her own sex tighten. Even empty her vagina was enjoying him by proxy. She sought to blindfolded it with her tongue. She ran her tongue over and over her treasured guest, and she was rewarded when she heard,

"Go for it cock sucker."

She smiled from ear to ear.

She quickly obeyed her owner.

Joan deep throated her favorite dick, Don's dick. While it was not as long as Brutus's, Don's made up for it in girth. When she deep throated it she totally cut off her own air supply. She tried to imitate Brutus's staccato rhythm. She knew how much she had liked that. Surely Don would too.

Don grabbed her head and she felt her leash go slack. He dragged her out from the sheets and ordered,

"Mount up whore and ride me you horny bitch."



She thought as she scrambled up over his reclining form. She squatted over his now stiff pole. She attempted to kiss it with her neither lips.

She managed to center it at her cunt and then she sunk the shaft to the core of her very being. Her orgasm was shattering.

She stopped and looked down adoringly at her owner.

She could stay like this forever. She was full and content.

She sought to hold on to her lover with her hole.

Don looked up and grabbed her tit rings. He pulled them and ordered,

"Ride me you ring titted bitch RIDE!"

She came again in a shattering climax.

The orgasm ended as he pulled and she, encouraged by the pain, renewed her fucking of her owners dick.

Don toyed with her rings and she sought to friction him off.

Suddenly he withdrew from her. She felt the emptiness. She slumped down to recapture her lost love, but he used her rings to pull her up and away from her goal. He turned her around and forced her to bend over.

In his favorite position she spread and waited . open and empty.

She prayed.

Don's love muscle found her smaller back hole and, lubricated with her cream, sank in 'to the balls'. She went from loss, and dejection, to a that contented stuffed feeling. She was a wiggling and bucking her hot squeezing hole for her owners dick.

Then she managed to get him off. Her life's purpose was fulfilled.

Don calopsed over her back and softened out of her. Again she felt the loss and empty feeling.

He straightened up and slapped her ass, and said,

"Good fuck bitch. Educating an educated bitch, like you, is soo much fun. You will make a real nice whore for some one. Now lets go get your sweaty ass ready for your little work day."

He guided her into the bathroom and again chained her neck to the wall. Then he released her wrists and had her gargle with his water again. It seemed only natural to her by now.

She took a shower and took particular care around the rings. How much had happened in just one weekend. How could she go back to her office. With these anyone could see she was now different. She. She was Don's bitch.

The shower curtain pulled aside and their were two people and Don standing there. She sought to cover herself, but one look from Don and she returned to her cleaning till she finished. As she was turning off the water, she noticed the man had a still camera and was rapidly snapping picture after picture of her nude charms. She sought to turn away from him, but noticed the woman had a video camera. So no matter how she twisted or turned, they filmed her nudity. She glanced to Don for explanation.

"They are going to document your morning toilette for a porno mag. I sold them the rights so you be nice bitch and show it all to these nice people." Don said. "Remember they are paying for it so let it all hang out."

The man moved in for a close up of her tits.

FLASH!

He lowered his camera.

FLASH!

He captured her clit ring hanging down.

"Whore ain't smiling, Don." the woman demanded.

Joan glanced and saw Don frown. She quickly smiled.

"Get over on the toilet and moo for them. Show them how you jerkoff with that nice tasteful ring."

Don ordered taking her arm and dragging her out of the tub dripping wet. She felt like a drowned rat.

A performing drowned rat.

She sat down and looked up at the bitch with the video. She was horrified. Her formally private moment.now. She just sat there starring at the cameras.

"Don't be shy honey. Don showed us the video of you and the doggie. Now spread um and let old Norma and all our viewers see what a bitch you are." the woman ordered, maneuvering in for a close up of her formerly secrete crotch and it's new decorations.

"Bitch! Raise up the seat and squat over the bowl. Gives a better angle." the female videographer demanded.

She looked up at Don and saw a frown. She quickly complied and now, with opened her legs, took the hold of her clit ring. She pulled it up and down and looked up again. Seeing his displeasure she commenced, her performance as bitch.

"MOOO . MOOO . MOOOO!"

"Mike get a close up of these. Bitch has a real nice set of tastefully arranged rings. "

"They go all the way back to your ass hole?" Norma asked her as she continued to bellow like a performing seal.

"MOOOO . MOO . MOOOO," was all she would say.

She could not answer. She just shifted forward and showed then all her rings. Maybe if she came she could forget them. They would have their visuals. They would leave. Don would fuck her and make it all right. She hoped.

"Don this bitch is a real hot one. I'd pay you . um .extra to have some time alone with her." Norma gasped.

"Na, not now. Maybe some other time. She is a working bitch. Now let's get a move on. You can take some more of her getting dressed." Don said.

Everyone backed out of the bathroom except Joan.

She wanted to run and hide but their was nowhere in there. Finally she emerged from the bathroom into her bedroom, with all her rings shuffling around in their sexy locations at each step.

The cameras capturing her every move.

"Put on the stuff I set out for you." Don ordered.

There on the bed was her red dress suit with a white blouse. She picked it up and started for the dresser. She opened her panty drawer. It was empty. She opened her bra drawer. Same result. She looked up at Don puzzled.



Don approached her with Mr. whip.

"If I wanted you to wear that shit I would have put um out. Hands behind your neck, NOW!" Don ordered.

She quickly clasped her fingers behind her neck. She stuck out her tits for all to see. The cameras recorded her submission.

"Why do I have to whip the tits bitch?" Don asked.

"I. I am a stupid bitch and this is the only way I will learn. Don please whip my tits." Joan heard herself say. She felt the searing pain and then she said,

"Thank you! Now may I get dressed?"

"Yea bitch you are coming along fine," Don said, as he possesively gripped her stinging left tit.

"Don . I must have her for a while.Please. I'll pay extra.I'll ." Norma began but was cut short.

"I told you, bitch works, and I don't like you closet lezzies. You come over some time. Bring some flowers or shit. and I might let you play with my bitch, but I get to watch. and take pictures." Don answered.

Norma did not like this at all. She liked her kink in private. Norma shut up.

Joan had her clothes on now and she turned to face the people, esentially fully clothed, for the first time. Her confidence grew. True she was naked under the skirt but she began to feel like her old self, in charge.

"Lift the skirt up bitch. I want you to wear these." Don ordered sitting on the bed with a hand full of gray things.

Her confidence dissolved. She lifted her skirt up and bunched it at her waste Then she stood there before them.

The cameras both zoomed in as he fastened the little fishing weights to each and every ring. He glued then on and then he slapped them to set um in motion. Then he posed her spread legged for the cameras recording the various motions.

"Now you go to work. I kneed the car so you take the buss." he demanded. "I have left you bus fare on the table."

She dropped her skirt and the weights began their individual dances exciting her sex. It felt like she had a bunch of little animals nipping at her privates. She took the money he gave her for the bus and want to work. The dull fire in her tits assured her that no arguments would dissuade him.

From then on she was never had a quiet moment. The swaying of the weights as she walk to the bus, the swaying on the bus ride, and even as she the walk down the hall to her office, the weights caused her never ending erotic stimulation's.

She had to reach up under her skirt to untangle the weights so she could sit down without tearing some skin. Once seated she was still pulled by their implacable attempt to reach the floor.

RING RING RING

Her phone drug her out of the fog she was in that morning. She picked it up and she heard.

"Bitch get your ass over to the window and lift the skirt. I want to show my friends all those nice rings. NOW!" came from the phone in her hand.

In a daze she went over to the window pulled open the curtain. There was Don in her car with a group of others. He smiled and gestured with his hands. She hesitated a second but then lifted her skirt.

Then at his gesture pushed out her cunt and showed all to the audience he had assembled. He picked up the phone and gestured. She released her skirt and went back to her desk phone. She came like a machine gun. Every tug of a weight seemed to set her off, and every step caused many tugs.

"Bitch you almost embarrassed me in front of my friends. You hesitate one second longer and I would have made you come out here and fuck and suck off the whole crowd. You hear me?" came the demand.

"Tonight you have earned some attention with Mr. whip."

"I'm sorry Don. I promise I'll do better. I ." She began.

"Shut up and listen to me. If I come back here you better jump quicker. Now tonight, if I do not come to pick you up you take the buss home. You strip the moment you get in the door. You take your clothes to the closet and hang them neatly. Then slam the door. Go to your perch. Get to the position and lock the collar you'll find there on. Then I'm sure you'll stay there out of trouble till I or someone else comes to play with you. You got it? OH yea and no picking up stray dog dicks along the way home.""

"Yes Don." she replied. CLICK,

She hung up and sat there in a dais the rest of the day. She cringed every time the phone rang. She could not escape him even here. The mear thought of it caused her to cum again. She raced to the women's room to get some tissue paper to mop up the wet spot on her skirt.

Quickly she got into a stall and lift up her skirt. She had to sit down to find a way between the weights to sop up the all the pussy cream.

Well while she was here, and her clit ring was right here, she decided to do herself. She manipulated the ring and when she started to cum she had to say her programmed line, "MOOOO . MOOO" although she said it very softly. "What was that? Joan are you all right?" Barbara a coworker asked from the sink area.

"No.I'm fine I just. Never mind." she replied.



Then it was time for mop up again. Quietly this time, although periodically a weight would click together.

The rest of the day was almost uneventful. The weights worried her labia and clit with every step, and she kept her jacket on to hide the breast rings, but anyone could see the 3 inch circles under her jacket. She sought to turn away whenever anyone approached her.

She was relieved when the day finally ended. She was disappointed to find no Don waiting for her outside. So she rode the buss home uneventfully. After she got inside she stripped and took her clothes to the closet, which was open. She hung up her suit and closed the door.

CLICK.

The door locked automatically. She was now a nude prisoner in her own house. She looked at the coffee table and reluctantly went over to it. She saw a collar with a leash locked on it. The leash was nailed to the table beside the usual large rubber dong. Well she was not going anywhere. so she scrambled up onto the table. She knelt over. Engulfed the dong, collared herself, snapped the lock shut and assumed the proper position. Mouth stuffed with the rubber dick, ass up and open, and hands yawning her sex lips. She was ready for him. She waited.and dripped and waited.