(This may be the last entry into Elizabeth's Story as I've lost her as my muse for this tale. I always write for people and Elizabeth feels this is the end of her desire to reveal herself to the readers.)
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Mistress finished her shopping and paraded me back down the street and into the car. By that time I had become inured to the humiliation of my ass and tits on display and the cat calls from those on the street. Most were demeaning, asking me what happened to my tits, where were they, and more. A few wanted my ass, puckered through the latex tights like a ripe melon ready for harvest. Mistress walked slowly, letting all of the comments come, and by the time we reached the car she climbed in leaving me on the street.
"Please Mistress, may I enter?"
I knew she would wait for me to beg, and then wait some more making me wonder if I were to be abandoned before finally releasing the lock and allowing me to enter. She never spoke on the ride home and I knew not to say anything unless it was in response to her. I let the memory of my abased parade in the streets fall from my thoughts and wondered what Mistress had in store for me tonight. The outfit indicated that while my tits and ass would certainly be abused, the way the outfit covered my pussy and asshole suggested that it was not Mistress' desire that I would derive the benefit of those holes being filled or used in any way.
Recalling the leaded weights and the new stronger rings that had been forced into my nipples meant I was in for some pain and the way my ass cheeks protruded from the tights, they too would be in for some punishment. I smiled inwardly at the thought of being used this way, or enduring the pain and eventually enjoying the delicious release it would bring me and hoped I could hold that release until Mistress granted me that single pleasure. Above all else I wanted, no needed to please Her.
Arriving at Mistress's home I was led to her living room and made to kneel on my hands and knees where I knew a coffee table had once been. Now all I saw were four large steel rings in the floor and two smaller ones one on side. Mistress positioned me so that my wrists were near two of the large steel rings and, using steel handcuffs secured each wrist to a separate ring. She similarly cuffed each of my ankles then left me alone. She returned shortly, too soon for me to absorb my situation and set a vase of flowers on the small of my back.
"It would not be good for you slut if those flowers were to fall."
I sharp slap of her hand on my bare ass cheek accompanied her remarks and I steadied myself to keep the vase from tumbling. I heard the doorbell ring and Mistress left to answer it. She returned with another woman, young and very pretty. She had red hair and green eyes, stood about five foot nine and while very thin her tits were huge. Mistress said to her.
"This slut will be the center of the party tonight, Susan. I need you to dress and prepare food and drinks for the guests. Slut is not to be engaged in conversation. Slut is a piece of furniture, a piece of art whatever. I need to dress for my guests, may I trust you to be ready in time?"
"Certainly Maam. I do appreciate the job for the night and if there is anything more you need, anything at all, please use me as you wish."
"I already have one slut for the crowd Susan, but if she falters?? Well you never know. Now off to work with you Slut. Remember my warning!"