Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House

Chapter One

It has been a few weeks since I've seen Mr. Kesler, Chloe, or Max. I'm hoping that Mr. Kesler will allow me to become part of their BDSM family. He is the lead Dominant, while Chloe is his wife and submissive and Max is their black bull slave.

This morning when I woke. I was doing some cleaning around the house. Mr. Kesler has me naked when at home, along with a simple pink latex "training" collar. He says that it is a symbol of his commitment to me for my training and my commitment to him to learn what it is to be his submissive or slave.

Mr. Kesler informed me about the difference between a submissive and a slave. According to what he told me a submissive simply put is someone who has set limits and has negotiated their relationship with their Dominant. Simply put a slave has given up her will to the limits set by the Dominant until such time as the slave asks for release or is released by his/her Master.

I'm still on the fence as to which I'd rather be. I am very submissive sexually and in most everyday situations. But the thought of giving up all control and power to Mr. Kesler is very alluring. I know that he can provide for me, and I would have the support of Chloe and Max. But for now I'm just a submissive in training until I can get into Mr. Kesler's Institution to learn to be a submissive/slave.

After sitting down for a snack at lunch. I get a text message from Mr. Kesler.

"Amy, I'm sending you a gift package and you should be receiving it today by special post. I want you to answer the door in just your collar."

I text him back that I understood his command. Several hours later my doorbell rings and I peek out the window to see that its the UPS guy. I take a deep breath and open the door, naked as the day I was born except for my collar. He is startled at first but gives me a smile and is giving me the once over as I sign for the package.

"Thank you Sir."

"You're very welcome young lady."

I think he was waiting for me to offer some kind of sexual favor as a tip but Mr. Kesler did not specify this in his instructions. So I do not offer, although I would loved to had fallen to my knees on my porch and sucked his cock. (I'm becoming such a cum whore)

Returning to the den, I open my package to find what looks like a medium sized butt plug and some genital jewelry. I text Mr. Kesler that I have received my package and await my next instructions.

A few minutes later my phone goes off.

"Great. The first item is a Butt plug. I want you to apply the lube that is with it and insert it for a few hours today to get used to the feeling of it. Tomorrow I want you to wear it to work under your clothes. The second and third items are jewelery. One is a chain that attaches to your nipple rings and hangs down between your breasts. The other is a bauble that clips onto your hood piercing and along your labia. All three of these will stimulate you throughout the day until I see at 3:30 for my usual hair appointment."

I text him back that I understand his wishes and look forward to seeing him tomorrow.

I take my new toys and head to my bathroom. I lay them out on the counter and grab the lube and squirt some on my finger and apply it to my pucker hole. Mr. Kesler has been talking about adding my asshole for use. I have had some finger play before but never anything larger but I'm excited. I push my finger in and work the lube around then add another finger. When I feel that I am relaxed enough I lube the plug well and press it against my rosette. Slowly it slips in. I have to press back against it until it "pops" in and is seated in my tight hole.

When I straighten up, I really feel full. I'm not sure I could function for a whole day with this phallus inside my ass. I decide to move on and hope that the jewelry will provide a pleasant distraction. I first attach the clippy thing over my hood piercing and onto my now swollen labia folds. Its a nice fit, not too tight but very noticeable. There is a little string of beads that hang from the end of each clip that sway as I move. The last piece is the chain the hooks on each of my nipple rings. It was very simple and easy to attach. Its has some weight to it. So when I move around it can really get to moving.

I leave the bathroom and start to walk around my condo for a bit. The sensations are driving me crazy. Within about 30 minutes I am a walking time bomb ready to explode. I go back to the bathroom and take a few pictures of my new toys and send them to Mr. Kesler. I also attach a text...

"Sir, please let your slut cum. These new toys have me wound up like a top."

I get nothing back and finally resign myself that Mr. Kesler wants me to suffer for his pleasure. I'm now thankful that I had gotten my chores done earlier in the day. I now sit on my couch reading a book about the BDSM lifestyle that Mr. Kesler has assigned me to read. Even sitting as still as possible every little move stimulates me and having me wanting to fly.

It was getting to be around 6:00 and I was thinking I had done enough hours of the toys that I could remove them now. When my phone goes off...

"You look lovely Amy. How does the plug and jewelry feel?"

I quickly text back my reply and ask again if I could be allowed to cum.

Aaaaaaand silence. (pouts)

I sat there thinking if I had done something wrong. Then it hit me like a brick and I quickly texted Mr. Kesler back.

"Sir, this slut is very sorry for not thanking you for the gifts and for using my body for your pleasure. Please forgive and bestow any punishment that you would see fit for this humble slut."

"Very good Amy, while you did forget to give your thanks for my time and care. You were attentive enough to know that something was wrong and that you needed to correct this. Your punishment is that you will not be allowed to orgasm until I see you tomorrow at my appointment. Good Night my pet."

For the love of god. At least I can remove them for now but I am so worked up I decide to take a cold shower. I go back to reading my book and do eventually cool down before bed.

Chapter Two

In the morning I'm showered and have done all of my submissive care, ie... remove all body hair, make sure that my collar is clean and presentable, and that Mr. Kesler's jewelry is on properly, and that his butt plug is fully seated into my ass. Mr. Kesler has been instructing me on what to wear each day. Today I wearing a cute jean skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. My blouse is an off the shoulder Mexican peasant thingy. It is loose and flowing and with my shoulders bare, it accentuates my collar, as well as, hiding today's jewelry. Finishing up with cute knee socks and jellies.There are no panties or bra. My breasts are kind of large to be going around without a bra, but I have gotten used to it and have begun to enjoy the lewd looks I get from people and ignore the ones from people who would call me a whore or slut.

I'm taking the bus to work today as I will leaving with Mr. Kesler after his appointment. The ride is somewhat uncomfortable. I feel that everyone knows what I have on under my clothes. The nipple chain does make a little noise when it gets to going, but everything else is concealed for the most part.

The bus seats are hard and the ride is bumpy so by the time I get to my stop I very stimulated. I can feel the juices from my sloppy slut hole leaking onto the seat. I've learned not to sit on my clothing. So I am sitting with my bare ass on the seat. When I get up at my stop there is a very noticeable deposit of slut juice left. This speeds my departure due to embarrassment.

The day goes fairly well. My usual customers make comments about how I am looking much better. That I look happy, and healthy. I tell them that I am feeling much better but don't go into to any details of why this has come about.

The after slows as it gets closer to 3:30. I'm eagerly waiting for Mr. Kesler's arrival. I am truly aching with need. The constant movement that I do while washing, cutting, and styling hair all day, really gets my jewelry going. Being on my feet and bending, carrying things, and checking out customers has kept the butt plug in my ass on my mind for ever minute of the day.

During one hair appointment I accidentally bumped my nipple chain with my electric clippers. The result was that the stimulation from the buzzing clipper sent a shockwave from my nipples to my clit that made my sloppy pussy clinch causing my very full asshole squeeze down on the seated butt plug. The final result was that I had a very powerful orgasm. One that I did not have permission to have. For the rest of the day I've had to clean the slutty fluids that were dripping from my thighs several times but for the past hour I have let them flow in anticipation and dread of seeing Mr. Kesler.

At exactly 3:30 he comes into the salon and follows me directly to my private room as usual. Once the door is closed behind us and locked. I remove all of my clothing except for my collar, jewelry and the my butt plug. I gracefully drop to my knees with my legs spread, back arched, hands on my thighs and head down.

"Welcome Sir. I am at your service. Is there anything that I can do for you today?"

This is my greeting every week since the first night I was with Mr. Kesler.

"Rise and give me a kiss my pet."

Before I rise, "Sir, this slut needs to report that I accidently had an orgasm this afternoon."

I explain how it happened and pleaded for forgiveness for my mistake.

"Amy, you know that you were forbidden to come until I arrived. So you will have to hold your orgasm that I was going to give you now until later tonight"

I lay prostrate on the floor, my breast pressed to the cold surface, "Sir please allow this slut to cum. I will take any other punishment you would deem appropriate."

"Rise slut and give me my kiss and let me think on your dilemma."

I do as instructed and I'm drawn into his strong arms as we embrace and kiss. My needs are many but as I have not been given instructions to relieve them, I get Mr. Kesler into my chair and begin with his appointment. While I am tending to his hair he is teasing me, pulling on my nipple chain or cupping my vulva with his large hand. When I have finished with his hair, he instructs me to go in front of him and bend and present my ass to him for inspection.

I move quickly into position. Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist, and reaching back with my hands I spread my ass cheeks to show that his plug is in place as he had instructed. His hand finds the plug and he bumps it sending a wave of pleasure through me. He grips it and slowly pulls it but does not remove it just fucks my ass with it. This is driving me crazy with lust. I whimper and wiggle until he stops. His warm hand moves to my sex and he plays softly with my quim, rubbing my engorged and extended clit. I'm biting my lower lips struggling not to cum again. Just when I start to ask for permission he stops, unzips his trousers and removes his hard cock. Then he sits back down in the barber chair.

"Come service my cock my little cum slut."

As I begin to drop to my knees he instructs me to straddle his leg. This cause my pussy and ass to be riding on his boot, while my breasts are split apart on either side of his leg. As I take his swollen cock into my mouth and start bobbing my head, I can see why he has me in this position. My movements while giving Mr. Kesler head causes all of my toys to be stimulated at once. Coupled with my propensity to orgasm with a fat dick down my throat, I don't stand a chance.

Instead of the usual throat fucking that Mr. Kesler and I have grown to love, he makes me do all the work. This is causing me to be over stimulated. I have difficulty concentrating on his cock and its taking longer than usual. I double my efforts and force myself down as far as I can go on his huge rod, further than ever before. I'm not sure whether it was the tightness of my throat or what but his cock begins to swell and his hips start to rise to meet my mouth as he erupts into my waiting mouth. Wave after wave of jism splash into my mouth. I know to catch and hold it until I'm told to swallow.

Mr. Kesler pushes me down to my knees and I move into my position of presentation and open my slut hole #1 and present my tongue covered with his warm salty cum. He waits for several minutes as he puts his slowly shrinking cock back in his trousers and puts his suit coat back on.

" Swallow slut. Rise and get dressed so that we can leave."

I savor the sweetness of his warm seed as it goes down my throat.

"Thank you Sir for allowing me to service your cock."

I don't mention my aching need and silently get my things ready to leave.

Chapter Three

We meet Michael outside as he has the car ready at the door. I must look awful, with my hair mussed, and my face and chest flushed. The day long need that I have been carrying must be taking a toll on me.

"Good afternoon Ma'am."

"Good afternoon Michael."

We are off towards home. The ride is uneventful and certainly less bumpy than the bus and I am thankful. When we arrive at the private elevator in the parking garage, Michael is out in a flash to open our door. After I step out Mr. Kesler stops me.

"Kneel Amy."

I drop to my knees where I am and end up in front of Michael.

"Slut I want you to show Michael your jewelry."

I hesitate for a moment. Now I have been fucked in the back seat of the car while Michael was driving and have serviced Mr. Kesler and Chloe there too. But this is something wholly new. I pull my Mexican peasant blouse down exposing my breasts with the the chain attached to each nipple ring. Then I lift my skirt to show him my red and sloppy slut hole #2 with my engorged clit and swollen lips. My cunt juices are leaking down each thigh.

"Michael I'm going to let you pick. Would you like the best fucking blow job you've ever had in your life or would you rather watch this slut make herself cum at your feet?"

Michael hesitates. I don't think he was expecting this at all. I wonder if Mr.Kesler has ever involved him in their play before. But eventually I thinks he takes pity on me and says he wants to see me cum.

"Get to it slut. You heard the man. Fuck yourself silly before someone else pulls into the garage."

My head goes back as I close my eyes and jam three finger into my sopping wet cunt hole. They slip right in with no resistance. The clip is now dangling from my clit and my fingers work their magic. Mr. Kesler reaches down and pulls my nipple chain and places it in my mouth. I bite down and feel a sharp pull on the tender buds. Because of my urgent need I'm at the edge in no time at all.

"Sir may your slut cum for you?"

Mr. Kesler looks at Michael.

"Who are you giving the show to slut?"

I look at Michael, my eyes pleading, as I continue to finger fuck myself at his feet in the parking garage.

"Please Michael may I cum for you?"

"Yes please Ma'am."

I rub my thumb over my swollen clut as my three fingers are jammed into my needy fuck hole. As my orgasm starts to swell. The spasms cause my ass to clinch on the seated butt plug. I secretly wish I had Michael's cock in my mouth so that all my slut holes would be filled. l look and see that he has a prominent bulge in his pants. I close my eyes and tip my head back, pulling on my chain, extending my tender nipples as they lift my breast up sharply. The sharp pain sends me over the cliff as my pussy contracts on my fingers and plug and floods the pavement between my legs and at Michael's feet. Spasm after spasm wash over me. I drop the chain from my mouth and slow the fingers working deep in my pussy.

"Thank you Sir, Thank you Michael for allowing this slut to cum for you."

Michael bends and gently helps me to my feet. I stagger a little and reach to hug him, my body still exposed but I'm too wiped out to care. Mr. Kesler gets out of the car and carries me to the elevator and up to the penthouse. He whispers something to Michael and whisks me away.

Mr. Kesler allows me to remove the jewelry but the butt plug remains until later. I'm told to clean up and go lay down and rest. Chloe is there with a ice cold bottle of water for rehydration. I kiss her and thank her for her care.

I'm not sure how much later it is but I awaken somewhat refreshed and went out into the great room where everyone was at. I saw that Max had arrived. He was naked except for his old leather collar and seated at the feet of his Mistress, nuzzling her thigh with his face. Chloe had a hand sweetly stroking his shaved head. Mr. Kesler was relaxing in his chair talking to Michael, who I am surprised to see.

I move to the center of the room and gracefully bend to my knees and get to my presentation pose with my knees spread, back arched with my breasts presented out, and my hands on my thighs.

"Evening Sir, Ma'am, Max, and Michael. May this slut be of service anyone at this time?"

Mr. Kesler stands and motions to Michael and Max as they gather around me. Michael and Mr. Kesler start removing their clothes as their circle tightens around me.

"I am going to take your ass tonight slut. Then you are going to have all of your slut holes filled with cock."

"Yes Sir, thank you for your use Sir."

I lean forward and take Mr. Kesler's thick cock into my warm mouth. I bob my head a few times before pushing my head down onto his root until I feel it hit the back of my tight throat. I gag a little and when I pull his cock out a thick strand of saliva comes with it. I reach up and grab with and wet both of my hands. I lean over and spit on Michael's nice thick cock and start to stroke him. Then I lean over towards Max and do the same thing. I can't get my hand around his giant cock but I tend to stay around the head and rub my thumb over the swollen and sensitive gland. Finally I return Mr. Kesler's turgid dick back down my throat.

I've never had three cocks to work at one time. At first I have trouble coordinating my movements but soon I find my rhythm and everyone is groaning. I alternate between the cocks and make sure that they all receive time in warm wet mouth. I make sure to make eye contact with each man as his cock slips down my throat. I can feel my quim clinching and causing my tight ass to squeeze the plug in my ass. When it feels like everyone is about to give me their loads, Mr. Kesler breaks our chain and sends me crawling towards the padded table near the center of the room.

He takes a handful of hair and forces me to bend over the bench. My arms support me as my legs are spread and I am exposed to everyone in room. I'm ready to be fucked by the three cocks until...

"Slut, we still a matter of punishment you owe me. I am going to give you four strikes with my cane."

My asshole clenches when I hear this. While I have been punished before with a crop and a flogger, I only seen Chloe be punished with the cane and it really looked like it hurt. She had marks for several days.

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Do I need to have these men hold you or will you be able to hold your position?"

"I will hold for you Sir. Thank you."

I steady myself and Mr. Kesler sent the cane whistling through the air. I think he was getting his bearing but the sound was scaring the hell out of me.

"I want you to count and thank me after each stroke. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Why are you being punished mt pet?"

"For cumming at work without permission."

I didn't add my excuse that it was an accident. I was afraid my whining might add to my punishment. The cane was placed about midway of my upturned ass.

Swish

I cry out as it feels like I have a stripe of fire across my ass.

"Thank you Sir. That was one."

Swish

The next one lands about 2" lower than the first. My knees almost buckle and I struggle to regain my composure.