As I pulled out of the parking lot, I told her to pull her dress up and finger-fuck herself until I said to stop. We had a long way to go, I said, and I expected the smell of wet cunt to permeate my car by the time we got there. However, I warned her, if she came without my permission and I wasn’t going to give it I’d leave her on the side of the road naked, with her hands tied behind her back, and let her find her own way home.



It wasn’t a simple task for her, because the drive to our destination was nearly two hours, but I was sure she’d cheated. Not by cumming without permission, but by pretending to finger herself when she was sure she couldn’t handle it any longer. It didn’t really matter, though, because my objective was to ensure she smelled of wet, needy cunt. As we drove, I had her occasionally changed hands, wiping her juices on her face, neck and hair. Two hours of this and she reeked of sex.



Our destination was a BDSM club I’d discovered from perusing the internet. I’d never been there before, but thanks to the contact I’d made with the management, was readily accepted along with my slut. I led her in, leash in my hand.



“Welcome! the manager warmly greeted me, doing nothing to acknowledge Donna’s presence except giving her a quick look. Since you’re here as a guest, the rules for your slave won’t apply tonight. If, however, you decide to become a member, they will.”



“What rules might that be? I asked.



“Quite a few, actually, he responded. The most important ones are that slaves are not permitted to speak without permission, is required to remain on its knees except when being used, and that until you’ve been a member six months, your slave remains naked and is subject to use by any member or guest.”



“I can live with that, I answered, watching Donna blush as he explained the basics. I’m still not sure about membership, though, but could we go ahead and follow those rules anyway? Just to see how it I motioned to Donna - responds?”



“Certainly, Sir, he replied with an exaggerated bow.



“You heard him, whore! I snapped. Get naked, now!”



I’m not sure whether Donna had finally accepted her position, or was just startled and stunned by the evening’s events, but in less than thirty seconds twenty of which was taken up rolling the stockings down her legs she knelt on the floor, naked. The manager who said his name was Rocco kicked her knees apart, then reached down and helped himself to a couple of handfuls of tit.



“Big tits, but kinda saggy, he commented.



“Not big enough, though, I replied. I’m thinking fifty-fours, with enough packing material to make em stick out more, you know?”



“That’d be pretty nice, particularly if you can work some of the fat off her ass and belly. She’d be walking sex in a corset, with tits that big. Only problem is you have to be careful with the abuse; no pins in the tits, that sort of thing.”



We continued talking about Donna’s body as though she were nothing but an inanimate object which, for the moment, she was. Just a thing, owned property, existing for the sole purpose of serving and amusing others.



It seemed that new slaves were usually assigned to restroom duty, which meant either serving as urinals or kneeling next to the commodes and wiping asses. Rocco mentioned that there were a few Mistresses here tonight, so I decided to start by having Donna put to work in the ladies room. She crawled reluctantly behind me as Rocco showed us the way through the club, displaying he naked body for everyone to see. While the restrooms were ostensibly uni-sex, none of the several women acted as though having males walk in on them was unusual; in fact, a naked man knelt next to one of the toilets. Given the choice of stalls for Donna to service, I elected to put her in the largest, chaining her collar to the base of a toilet and her wrists behind her back. Each stall had several cameras strategically positioned inside and above it; depending on the desires of the woman using the stall, the cameras could be temporarily shut off. When unoccupied (except for the slave, of course), the view of each stall was shown on several large-screen televisions on the walls. There was a smaller monitor on most of the tables, from which any of the camera views could be selected.



As a guest, the other slaves would normally be off-limits to me, but because of my special situation, I was treated as any other slave owner. I had full rights to any new slave, and could use any other slave with permission from its Master or Mistress. I sat at the bar, sipping a snifter of cognac and smoking a nice cigar while a new slave orally ministered to my cock. A slave’s status was easily determined; new slaves wore bright red collars and were otherwise naked; slaves of higher status wore different collars and various articles of clothing.



While I sat there relaxing and having my dick sucked, I flipped the small video monitor to a view of Donna’s stall. She was, at the moment, kneeling with her chin resting on the edge of the seat while a large woman dressed in black leather sat and did her thing. I wasn’t sure whether she was pissing or shitting, but when she was finished, she used Donna’s tongue as her toilet paper, grabbing my wife by the back of the head and forcing her face deep into her hairy crotch. I watched as the women reached down and cruelly shoved several fingers up Donna’s cunt, the fact that she was sopping wet made obvious by the sheen as she held them up to the camera. Lowering her hand to Donna’s face, she grabbed her by the hair and forced her to lick the scum off her fingers.



Over the next hour or so, Donna became a bathroom favorite, receiving more guests than even the young male chained in the next stall. While she cleaned pissy cunts and reamed out dirty assholes, I chatted amicably with a number of other slave owners. Most were interested in my training methodology, and a couple offered suggestions of their own. One, who had his own 19-year-old slave at the end of a leash, even offered a one-night swap. It seemed he was tired of his slave’s complete obedience and devotion, and wanted a session with one not fully trained. I told him I’d think about it.



After 90 minutes, I had Donna released and cleaned up there were house sluts who took care of chores like this and brought back into the main room. Rather than bringing her to me, however, she was taken to a raised, padded platform against one wall, where several other women were bound in a variety of positions. In Donna’s case, she was positioned on her back with her ankles spread and pulled over her head, so that her knees were above her face, leaving both her cunt and asshole spread and accessible. Her head hung precariously over the side of the platform.



Over the next few hours, several men took advantage of her invitingly available holes, but at my request anyone who fucked any of the other bound women got their wet cocks washed off in Donna’s mouth. At first she was reluctant and refused to clean a cock that had been up another woman’s ass, but a cock being slammed up her own ass fixed that problem. Her clenched jaws popped open, and the shit-covered cock slid in quite nicely. After that, she didn’t struggle at all, and submissively accepted everything placed against her lips.



Even though I’d already cum three times that day, I was ready for another go. I didn’t feel like fucking Donna, or any of the other bound slaves, though. The idea of sloppy thirtieths didn’t really appeal to me. Instead, I asked the Master with the cute teenager if his offer was still open, and in a flash, I was in temporary possession of fresh teenage pussy, while he led my cum-filled, fucked-out wife out to his van. We exchanged cell phone numbers, as well as driver’s license information, just in case.



From an assortment of clothing, and I use the term very loosely, I selected a pale blue baby doll negligee for my new slave to wear on the trip home. Her bare ass peeked enticingly from the bottom of the outfit; I’d declined the offer of the ensemble’s panties.



The drive home took quite a bit longer than the drive out; I had to stop three times, once to splay girl that was the name her Master had given her over the hood for a quick fuck, and twice more for blow jobs. When we got home, I was exhausted, and took her straight to bed. After cumming one more time this one in her cute, tight ass I’d had enough for one day. With her mouth engulfing my now-soft cock I warned her I expected her to suck me all night long I went to sleep. Her Master told me how well-trained she was, so when I awoke in the middle of the night with my bladder bursting, I wasn’t surprised to find her lips still wrapped around my dick. I nudged her slightly, letting a tiny amount of pee dribble into her mouth so she knew what was coming before I let loose. Immediately awake, she tightened her lips around me, making a tight seal. I let loose a long, hard stream of urine, feeling the muscles in her throat flex as she swallowed quickly. When I was done, she gently worked her lips up to the end of my cock, carefully cleaning off the last of the pee. My dick was sore from the use I’d given it already, so as much as I wanted to get sucked off again, I just patted her on the head and went back to sleep thinking about how convenient having a toilet-trained slave would be.



In the morning, girl gently extricated herself from my cock, crawling out of bed without waking me. The first think I was aware of was the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee; I looked over the side of the bed to see the naked slave kneeling there, holding a steaming cup.



“Thank you, I said, taking the cup and sitting upright.



“Sir, if Sir has no need of girl at the moment, may girl please begin girl’s daily chores, Sir? she asked quietly.



“Chores? I asked. I didn’t bring you here to do chores, girl.”



“Sir, girl understands girl was brought here because Master has loaned girl to Sir, but girl always does chores in the morning, Sir. Sir, girl would feel…unfulfilled…if girl did not complete girl’s chores, Sir.”



Damn, I thought, how submissive can you get?



“Okay, I guess. What chores did you have in mind?”



“Sir, girl’s first chore is to clean the bathroom, Sir, followed by the rest of the house, Sir. Sir, girl is required to sweep, mop and vacuum the floors, dust, polish the wood furniture, and ensure the windows are spotless, Sir. Sir, after that, girl makes the bed with clean linen, then is required to wash all the clothes, and prepare and serve the meals, and clean the dishes afterwards, Sir. Sir, girl’s job is to ensure the home in which girl is residing at any moment is immaculately clean, and to make girl’s holes available to anyone who wishes to use them, Sir.”



“Well, in that case, girl, I think you should get to work! I said, playfully slapping her on the ass as she scrambled on all fours to the bedroom door.



I spent the morning propped up in bed, watching television, calling girl whenever I wanted a fresh cup of coffee or to play with her sexy teenage body. By the time I finally got up so that she could strip the sheets and make my bed it was early afternoon. I’d not cum since the night before, and watching her naked body scampering around the house was having an effect on me.



Girl was bent over, putting a pot away under the kitchen counter, her legs spread as always (her Master required that she keep her knees at least a foot apart at all times), her hairless, pink cunt peeking out. Without a word, I just walked up behind her, kicked her feet apart and slipped myself into her warm, wet folds. She simply maintained her position, bent double, responding to my thrusts by pushing back at me. She had excellent control of her vaginal muscles, milking my cock and making me cum with a grunt and a final, hard thrust. Just as quickly, she pulled herself off and squatted in front of me, her tongue catching the long string of cum hanging from the head of my dick. While she lapped and sucked my cock clean, globs of semen plopped from her gaping cunt onto the floor. As soon as she was done cleaning me, she lowered her face to the floor and licked them up. As I watched, I wondered how much training girl’s Owner would be able to give Donna in the short time he had with her.



I had girl prepare lunch for both of us, telling her she could have whatever she liked. She told me that the only thing she was allowed for lunch was fresh vegetables, but she could prepare whatever I desired. I told her to surprise me, just help herself to whatever was in the kitchen, as long as she could have it ready in thirty minutes. She acknowledge the order and scampered that’s the only way I can describe how she consistently moved back into the kitchen. Less than a half hour later, she crawled out to let me know luncheon was served.