Final part- be prepared, I'm holding back nothing, not for the faint hearted... Much thanks to TessaC for an excellent editing job- any errors are my own.
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As I prepared my mistress' breakfast I took a moment to look down at myself. I was wearing nothing but black silk panties. They were my favourite pair of all because they'd been the first that Mistress had given me. She'd slid the soaking wet panties off her sexy legs and onto mine the first time she'd used me. The day that changed my life forever. I was also decorated with my black collar, my leash hanging down to my waist.
Just as I put the eggs and toast onto a plate, she walked in. Perfect. I didn't want to make Mistress wait; I wanted to make everything perfect for her. She looked as stunning as ever in her work clothes, fiery red hair falling below her shoulders, grazing the tops of her huge, mesmerising breasts. She sat down and I put the food in front of her. She spanked me as a reward, which I thanked her for, then I was dismissed from the room with a hand wave. I went and sat on the living room floor -I was only allowed on the chairs or sofa with permission.
Before she left for work Mistress walked in and smiled. Every smile she gave me made my heart race, even after all this time.
"Slave, you've been my property for almost a year now, haven't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
I was thrilled that I'd been hers for so long. In the early days I'd worried I would ruin everything and be thrown out. I was a slave now; I had no idea how to live in the real world anymore. But she'd always been patient with me, punished me hard, and allowed me to stay. Now I was an expert whore, and felt safe here.
"And we've worked hard on you, haven't we? Show me our progress."
This meant she wanted me to show her my hole. I bent over and pulled my panties down a little, then pulled my arse cheeks apart with my hands. This was my pride: the gape mistress had given my dirty little hole.
Mistress carefully pushed the ends of four fingers, bunched together, into my hole.
"I think you may be ready, slut, for my ultimate toy."
I looked back eagerly. "Oh really, Mistress?"
Her ultimate toy was something she'd mentioned before; a gigantic strap on, the biggest they made. Only the biggest, filthiest whores could take these up their arses. Mistress said that once I could take that I'd finally be the pet she'd always wanted. I was desperate to take it, but first she'd had to loosen me up. She'd used a series of dildos and butt plugs, each one larger than that last, each one stretching me further.
"One more test when I get home. For now, let's make sure this hole is ready."
I heard her something out of her bag, and then I felt it slide up my arse; a lovely, thick butt plug. I gave a little gasp as it fit into place. Mistress pulled my panties up, slapped my arse, and left for work.
The day went by like a dream, as I went about my regular chores, keeping the house spotless exactly as I was commanded. I loved being plugged; I felt like Mistress was fucking me softly all day. I was so excited to have another test - I hadn't known there were any left. I wondered whether any of Mistress' lovely friends would be coming 'round to play with me. She was so generous to share me around; her friends always said they were jealous that she had her own pet whore.
Later on, once I'd completed all my commands for the day, I received a text message from Mistress demanding I greet her in a classic position: lying on my back in the hallway, legs in the air. (Mistress had been so great to get me a mobile phone. Of course, it couldn't send calls or messages and could only receive calls and messages from her.)
I waited twenty minutes before I heard her car pull up. I could hear two pairs of feet walking up the path, and conversation: we had company! I pulled back my legs as far as they could go for Mistress' entrance. She stepped in, followed by a new friend. The new woman was tall, slim and pretty, with immaculate make-up on olive skin. She giggled as soon as she saw me.
"Wow, he looks great!" She had a high-pitched Spanish accent.
"Slave, this is your Madam for today. She's been given a very special privilege: she's going to fuck you."
That I wasn't expecting. Mistress' friends - Madams to me - would slap, face-fuck, tease, finger, pull on, and piss on me. But never fuck me. That was the one thing Mistress kept for herself. I opened my mouth stupidly, confused.
"You'd better not question me, whore," Mistress warned.
"Of course not," I replied quickly. "I just... I'm yours to command, of course..."
Mistress wasn't happy with this dumb reply. She leant over me and slapped my face, hard. Madam gasped.
"Of course you're mind to command, you stupid whore! You don't tell me that. You're my fucking property, understand?"
"Yes mistress! I'm so sorry, I'll be good, I'll be a good whore.".
She stepped out of the room and came back with her horse whip. I braced myself - this tool had a vicious sting. I wished I hadn't been such a bad slave. I should never hesitate when commanded. She grabbed me by the hair, bent me over her knee, and gave my arse no mercy.
"This—is—what—you—get—for—embarrassing—me!" She punctuated each word with a vicious whack.
I had tears in my eyes, partly from the pain, but more from knowing I'd disappointed Mistress.
