It all started about six months ago. Carmen answered an online ad and began exploring her secret love of being humiliated and degraded with an anonymous stranger she'd met online.
He asked her a million questions and their online play sessions grew more involved and more intense. The more he learned about her, the better able he was to get inside her head. She was wet much of the time just thinking about it all--and her orgasms were intense. But, she wanted more.
Fast forward to today. Carmen had reduced her work hours to part time and was coming to live with Daniel and Kay to immerse herself in her fetishes for two months.
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Tuesday
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Carmen arrived at the pleasant, large but unassuming suburban home. It was a set away from the street, screened by mature trees and bushes. It was very private and nothing seemed to call attention to it.
She parked her car in front of the third door of the four car garage, took out her rolling luggage and headed for the front door. She felt strangely like she was travelling with only the large suitcase and oversized shoulder bag. Everything else was left behind at her apartment.
She pulled the suitcase after her and walked to the front door. Her heart raced as she grew more nervous and excited with each step. She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly to calm herself.
She paused. Could she really do this? This was insane wasn't it? She frowned, then rang the bell.
It seemed to take ages for the door to be answered. Her heart raced. She thought again about leaving. But the wetness between her legs reminded her why she was here. She swallowed.
Kay opened the door, smiling broadly.
"You came! Come on in, Carmen."
"Yes, ma'am." She remembered the rules from their last time together.
Kay beckoned her inside and she pulled her suitcase into the entryway. Kay was stunning. She was very petite, thin and blonde. She was wearing all black today--top and trousers with comfortable flats and an ornate silver necklace. Her hair, makeup and nails were always perfect like she'd just left the salon.
"Leave your things here--I'll help you put them away in a minute."
Carmen pushed her bag to one side and set her shoulder bag on the floor next to it. She stood up straight and put her hands behind her back as she'd been taught.
"Sir has given you a nickname while you're in our service. During your time here, we'll both call you puerca."
It felt like a punch in the stomach. They knew she wasn't happy with her weight, so they were making it one of the weapons used against her.
Kay smiled evilly. "Do you like the name he has chosen for you?"
Carmen looked down, trying to keep her voice steady. She chose her words carefully. If she lied, they'd know it and punish her.
"It's a...ah...an appropriate...name that Sir has chosen."
Kay laughed, "and what does it mean?"
"Pig, ma'am."
"And why would Sir choose to call you that? Are you a filthy pig?"
"I'm overweight and Sir knows I'll be his filthy pig and do whatever he asks." Carmen was bilingual and spoke Spanish around her family, so making the nickname a derogatory slang term had bite.
"Good. Now strip and let me see our new piggy properly."
Carmen felt her face burning with shame. She wondered again if this was really what she wanted. But, she knew she did. Her pussy burned with excitement and she felt the familiar throb.
She slid out of her shoes, sliding them next to her suitcase. Then she pulled off her top, then her trousers and socks. She felt very exposed standing there in only her underwear and bra.
"Keep going, puerca."
Carmen unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts with their erect and hard nipples. Finally, she slid her panties down and dropped them onto her discarded clothing. She'd shaved off all of her body hair as Sir had instructed her.
She stood back to attention, eyes downcast. Kay's gaze felt like it was burning into her flesh.
"To help you enjoy your stay with us, Sir has purchased some things for you to enjoy. Turn around and you'll see the most important item."
Carmen turned and saw a thick, pink leather collar hanging from a hook near the front door. It had decorative silver studs, a D ring where a leash could be attached and was personalised with the word "puerca" on it in silver letters. She guessed this nickname was going to be used a lot.
"Put it on. Whenever you're in the house, you're to wear it. You can leave it on that hook whenever you leave."
Carmen took it off the hook and placed it around her neck, tightening it but leaving it loose enough to be comfortable. Sir had made her wear collars before. It always made her feel submissive and inferior like property or a pet. She loved it. The constant reminder of her station added to her humiliation and helped to keep her wet and excited.
"The other thing you're to wear is this." Kay handed her a fitness band--also in pink. Carmen put it on her wrist.
"It will track your heart rate and location. When you're in the house, it's recorded via Bluetooth. We'll pair it with your phone so we can monitor you when you're away. There are two of them so you can always have one on while the other charges."
It was almost like having a second collar, she thought.
"Let me show you how it works." Kay clicked the remote and turned on the flatscreen tv nearby in the living room. The left side of the screen had an outline blueprint of the house with a flashing dot where Carmen stood. The right side of the screen showed her heart rate--up about 20 beats above resting--and showed a CCTV camera feed.
Kay giggled as Carmen realised she was being filmed. "We only have cameras in about half the rooms in the house. It's so Sir can watch you if he wants."
"Ok." Carmen frowned slightly. She felt even more on display. The cameras made her nervous and she noticed her heart rate jumped up a little more with the reveal.
"Now, stand as you've been taught."
Carmen stood up straight, hands behind her back. She pushed her chest out, making her ample D sized breasts appear even larger. Her feet were apart and she pressed her hips slightly forward.
