This is a sequel to Becoming Her Bitch, which details meeting Emily and my first time with her... Credit to Kitty Pain for editing
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I walked up to her house, heart pounding. The nerves, the excitement. She had finally summoned me. The last week felt like a blur, working at my boring office job, always feeling her silky panties against my body. I'd been instructed not to take them off and I wanted to be a good bitch. They felt amazing, and it meant I never forgot about her, even for a second. I even wore them in the shower, underneath swimming trunks to try and keep her beautiful smell in. I loved touching myself, thinking about all the dirty things she'd done to me. It made everything else in life seem so boring, all I wanted was to be her slut. All I had were my panties, and the waiting. Waiting for her to text, to summon me back. I was pretty sure she would, sure she enjoyed owning me, but there was always doubt. Emily was so perfect with her big round breasts, viciously red hair, and the sexy and dominant stare. She could have man she wanted, what made me deserving of her attention?
But after a week, she texted at 1pm on a work day. It was short and sweet- "Come now, bitch". I took the "now" literally. I simply stood up, declared myself ill, and jogged straight out the door, got in my car and drove to the address she'd scribbled on a bit of paper. Not that I need the paper, I had it memorised, and had looked up the location on google maps. I'd planned a route from anywhere I might be. I sped to hers, and now here I was. I rang the doorbell and stood there. I heard footsteps inside, and found myself trembling with excitement. She opened the door, and my goddess stood in front of me. She was even more stunning than I had remembered.
She was wearing tight white yoga pants and a white basque, the strange combination looking angelic and sexy. Her expression stern, she grabbed my shaggy hair and pulled me inside, into her well furnished lounge. She sat in a chair, while I stood there, awaiting further instruction.
"Strip to your panties", she demanded, looking sharply at me, to demonstrate that I must be wearing them. I happy ripped my clothes off in seconds, leaving just the little black silk panties which failed to conceal my already hardening cock. I got a hint of a smile when she saw them. She beckoned me with a finger, then suddenly bent me over her knee and spanked me.
"Did you take them off, bitch?"
"No mistress, I swear, not once!". She hit me again, and smiled completely, perfect white teeth, eyes glimmering.
"Aw, good bitch, good bitch!"
I was so happy to have pleased her. She smacked me again, then paused and rubbed my little hole through my panties. It still ached from where she'd brutally fucked me last week.
"You are such a massive whore, I have a proposition for you. But first, I want you to be my slave for 24 hours".
24 hours! I was so excited!
I had thought I would just get a quick fucking, then be kicked out, and that was all I felt I deserved from her.
"Oh wow mistress" I gushed "I would love that so much, thank you, thank you, thank you"
She smacked me hard, right on my hole. I let out a moan.
"First things first, slaves wear collars".
She pushed me off her lap, onto the floor, and I lay there as still as possible as she left the room, and came back with a black studded collar. It looked very expensive. I proudly lifted my head for her to attach it, which she did, carefully. She held the lead and it felt wonderful to be under her control again.
"Time for doggy's first fun" she said, and yanked the lead hard. I gasped as it choked me, and had to scramble on my hands and knees alongside her to keep up as she strode. I got even more excited as I saw we were heading down to her dungeon...
She flicked the lights on and there it was, my heaven. The bench with the straps that had held me so tightly while she took me, changed me forever. She led me to the bench, pulled her yoga pants off, revealing panties like mine (but again white) and lay on it, with her legs spread over the end.
"You may lick my pussy, bitch. And you'd better make me cum if you want to stay the full day".
I took the threat seriously, and immediately started licking away. The taste was incredible, I was sure most pussies didn't taste anything like this.
But I had to concentrate. I had a task from mistress, and if I failed, some other lucky bastard could take my place. There were a million men like me, but only her.
I tried to remember everything I knew about cunnilungus. I pushed her panties to the side and licked her juices from the bottom, relieved she had got wet for me.
I sucked them enthusiastically, then moved up to the clit. I pressed firmly and licked slowly, treating it with the reverence it deserved. I tried to keep a steady pattern, and she moaned occasionally, but only softly. She didn't sound like she was on the verge of an orgasm. I pressed on, my tongue starting to ache, but I knew I couldn't take a split seconds rest. Suddenly she moaned a little louder, and I felt some piss dribble into my mouth and down my chin. I took this as a challenge, and buried my face into her pussy, taking the golden shower head on. I moved up and started again on the clit, and now she was moaning hard. As the last of her stream squirted out, she started to shudder, and with a great moan, she came and yet more liquid hit my face. I was so happy to have pleased mistress.
I looked up, my face soaked with her juices. She leant forward, grabbed my lead and pulled me up, my face close to hers. She slapped me hard.
"Oh you dirty whore!" she cried, with real intensity "you- fucking- great- dirty- whore!", a slap with every word. She pushed me over the work bench.
"Oh you have earnt yourself a real hard fucking, my bitch!" She cried animalistically, walking round to her box of toys. I liked how she called me her bitch. I licked the liquid on my lips and waited. She walked behind me, and I felt her hands run down my body. She spat on my arsehole, pushed my panties to one side, and rubbed a finger inside it. She pulled the finger out and let me suck on it, and I felt a new pressure on my hole.
"That feel good, bitch? That's my cock. Seven inches, and thick. Whores don't like little cocks, do they?"
"No mistress, I need a big cock up me, because I'm a massive whore".
She slid her panties off, and stuffed them into my mouth. I savoured the taste as I felt her press on my hole. I liked how it was looser than last time, how she'd already damaged me, changed me. I thought about girls I'd seen in porn, and hoped I could get a real gaping hole one day. She slid her cock up me, and I felt complete. I moaned girlishly as she slowly pushed fully inside me, until I could feel her stomach against my arse. As she withdrew, she pulled back on my lead so I was choking again.
"Take it up your cunt" she demanded as she slid back in. I mumbled back through her lovely soaked panties.
She started to ram my arse harder, yanking back on my lead. I basked in the pain, in the total domination. She pulled me tight, just until I started to panic, then released my lead so I could gulp down some air, before quickly resuming my choking. She had a good pace going with her cock now, really pounding away at my little arse. She let go of the lead and ran her fingers round my chest, onto my nipples, which she then squeezed hard with her fingernails. I got another rush from this as the pain combined with that from my hole, which was now getting fucked really hard. I could feel my hole straining, barely able to take her big, thick cock. I wanted it though, I needed this hard fucking, to be more of a slut for Emily.
She gave my nipples one last squeeze, let go and grabbed the lead again, choking me hard as she really let me have it, slamming my little hole as hard as she could. She was really giving it to me, teaching her little whore a lesson
"Fucking take it, whore! Take my big fucking cock. I'm going to fucking ruin you!" she screamed. Finally, she stopped, cock fully in my arse, and fell forward onto me, panting. She let go of the lead and pulled her panties out my mouth.
"Tell me how much you fucking loved that"
"Oh mistress, it was incredible, I love being your whore, I just want to be fucked by you, used by you, controlled, dominated, owned". She reached round and gave my little cock a few quick pulls, and I came all over the bench. This seemed to satisfy her, and she finally pulled her cock out, leaving me with that wonderful dull ache in my wide, empty arse.
"Now it's the slave's job to clean up" she told me. "Using nothing but his tongue". I nodded eagerly and got to work, licking up the cum and piss on then floor and bench quickly and enthusiastically. Every time I caught a glimpse of mistress, I was delighted to see she seemed to approve of my work.
Later, we had a takeaway for dinner. It was pasta; mistress ate at the table, her slave on the floor, out of a bowl, using just his mouth, hands bound. I was really taking to general slavery, not just sexually. We went into the lounge and she sat on the chair, me at her feet. She used me as a footrest for a while. This was starting to feel normal, but it was still exciting. I was still wearing my collar, and felt proud she still wanted me around as her slave even after she was done fucking me. She then told me I had been a good boy, and would get a treat. She pulled out one of her huge, perfect, round tits and offered me the nipple. As I jumped up, she held me back by the hair for a while, teasing, but then let me suck.
"Gently" she warned, so I treated her lovely nipples with the reverence they deserved. She lightly played with my hole as I did this- it was absolute bliss. Finally, it was time for bed. I assumed I'd be sleeping on the floor, but mistress had bought me a big doggy bed. I bounded over and curled up in it, it was so comfy. Mistress relaxed in her big double bed and we both went to sleep.
I woke up to my lead being pulled gently. I looked up, and there was my mistress, looking as stunning as ever. She was holding her white panties from yesterday, and she took my panties off and replaced them with these ones. I was much happier wearing her used panties, it meant there was always part of her touching me.
"Come on" she said, in a strangely flat, serious voice. "I've got my proposition for you". I'd almost forgot she'd mentioned that earlier, in all the excitement. My mind was racing with ideas, all the crazy kinky things she could do to me. She walked me slowly into her dining room, and to my surprise guided me to sit at a chair at the table. She picked up a piece of paper.
"This is a contract" she said. "I want you to be my full time slave". I looked at her in disbelief, my mouth wide open. This was beyond my wildest dreams.
