Losing at Poer

I woke up having had a wonderful night's sleep, I fell asleep thinking of what had happened, what he had done to me. I woke up wondering what he would do to me today, I shivered at the thought.

I quietly got out of bed, went to the bathroom, peed, washed, cleaned my teeth and combed my hair. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking my coffee when I heard some movement so I poured some for Chris and took it into the bedroom.

"Good morning my slut," He greeted me.

"Good morning my master," I replied, putting the coffee on the bedside table. He pulled me down and kissed me.

"We are going to have a wonderful lazy day, perhaps my day lazier than yours. I have a lovely outfit for you. You will like it. It's comfortable," he said. Comfort isn't something I expected.

He jumped out of bed wearing a big grin and nothing else. He walked across to a chest of drawers and handed me a pair of stockings. Not a surprise. I lay back on the bed and lifted my left leg so he got a glimpse of my cunt and pulled the stocking up. The stockings were white with lace tops and finished high up my thighs.

When I had both stockings on he got me off the bed and gave me a pair of kitten heel slippers also white. There was white fur covering my toes. I think they were retrieved from the 1950's. He grabbed my arse and pulled me to him, into his erection. "Turn around,"

I reluctantly ignored his cock and turned. He put a white satin pinny round me, it had long thick ribbons to fasten it on. The pinny was about twelve inches wide and six inches deep. As it was fastened around my hips it covered my cunt, just as long as I stood still.

Looking in the mirror I could see that the large bow and the ribbon hanging down hid a lot of my bum. Very sexy I thought. "Hang on, what about my tits?" I complained.

"Don't worry my slut, I will never forget those tits." He produced two bells which were on the end of clips. He squeezed my nipples before attaching a clip to my left nipple. Ouch that hurt, he smiled as he tightened the screw and I winced. He did similar on my right tit.

"There you are, how every maid should be dressed and I will be able to hear you as you clean the house." Lazy fucking day, clean the house, not my idea of a lazy day.

"Yes sir," I said.

"Good girl," he offered, making my cunt moisten. He led me into the lounge where he went to a drawer and picked up a little hand bell. "If I need you I'll ring the bell and you will come running." he rang his bell to demonstrate. "Let's hear yours," he said. Blushing, I swung my tits and the bells tinkled.

"I am expecting a parcel and you cannot answer the door like that so I have put a matching housecoat in the hall." Well that's really generous of you I thought.

"Yes sir, thank you sir." I had asked for this by losing the card game. Being degraded really turned me on. I suppose this is the ideal situation, dressed like a whore, at his beck and call, with bells on my tits and probably going to have to flash to a total stranger. I love it! Although not the actual cleaning.

"Now go and make us some breakfast," he instructed. With a wiggle of my tits I set off. I cooked breakfast contemplating my position. I love it and today should be wonderful. I am comfortable even the silly slippers are cosy, helping my poor feet.

We ate breakfast together at the table and when finished he set me off cleaning while he sat on the couch watching television. I flitted around the lounge using a feather duster, stretching up and bending down. I was doing my best to act like a maid off the porn films, not actually doing any cleaning. I'll take his mind off the television.

When that didn't work I turned on the vacuum cleaner. The bell started ringing and I ignored it at first, as the ringing got more frantic I switched the hoover off. "Come here," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I responded with a smile.

"Lay face down across the couch with your arse over my thighs."

"Oh yes sir," I have his attention now. I lay across his bare legs flattening his semi erect cock against my lower stomach. This is the rest day I was hoping for, he can't smack my bum and not fuck me, can he? I hope not.

He lifted my ribbons and smacked my bum. "Ow," I said. He hit me a lot of times all over my bum and upper thighs.

"What do you say?" he asked as he massaged my bum. I opened my legs.

"Thank you sir," I said. Please fuck me, I thought. He smacked me again.

"Shut your legs, slut," he said, pushing me off him. "Clean the bedrooms and don't annoy me again, crawl out." I crawled out humiliated, how the fuck could he resist me like that. I didn't even wiggle my arse as I crawled.

I had barely reached the bedroom when his fucking bell rang, I walked back into the lounge. "Coffee," he said.

"Yes sir," I said through gritted teeth as I walked into the kitchen. My bum was smarting and my cunt leaking, my brain was cursing the bastard. I took him his coffee, he grinned at me as he slowly massaged his hard cock.

The doorbell rang, 'the bells, the bells' for fuck sake I'm not Esmarelda. I went to answer the door, picking up the housecoat from the hall stand. The housecoat was a white satin jacket which barely covered my arse,. There was no belt so I had to hold it together at the front.

Our front door has a plain glass window, if the courier was looking he could have seen me before I put the housecoat on. My cunt moistened again and my nipples would have ballooned if the clips weren't restricting them.

I opened the door and was handed a package that needed both my hands. Three things happened: my housecoat fell open exposing my bell adorned tits, the courier took a photo, not just of the parcel but my tits as well and my humiliation was complete.

I shouldered the door closed, turned and walked back to the lounge, fairly sure that I was being spied upon if not filmed. I wiggled my blush red arse and pulled the housecoat up as I went. I gave the package to Chris and walked back to return my house coat.

"Crawl," Chris said as I entered the lounge. I put the parcel down and got down on my hands and knees. With my head up and my tit bells ringing I crawled to him. He had parted his legs so I parked myself between them. "Suck."

He lay back, his balls in my face. I put my hands on his legs and licked up his balls and his cock. I was looking at his face and he was smirking, not smiling but looking at me as though I was something you wipe off your shoe. I grabbed his cock and wished it was in my cunt, my now dripping cunt. How low could I get?

As I jerked my head up and down my bells were going berserk, my tits swinging. Oh god. I used my other hand on my clit, I couldn't take much more without a climax.

He pulled my head back by my hair and shot his load over my face. "There you look just like a whore or a porn star but mainly like a slut." Bastard, bastard, bastard, I climaxed onto my hand. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. His phone rang.

I only heard his half of the conversation which was mainly monosyllabic until his final words. "Bring it here and we will sort it out." he put the phone down. "That was my secretary, we have a problem so she is coming here so we can sort it. Lazy weekend gone."

"May I put some clothes on sir?"

"What do you think? I went to all the trouble of getting that outfit for you. You may wear the housecoat."

"Are you staying as you are?" I asked innocently, looking at his naked body. "Yow!" I screamed. He had hit me really hard on the back of the thigh. I moved out of reach.

"She'll be here in five minutes, I was going to allow you to take the bells off, for your cheek you will leave them on," he went to get dressed and I went for the housecoat.

The doorbell rang. Secretaries should be old, grey and overweight. This one was young, black hair and the only overweight bits were her arse and tits.

I opened the door, holding my housecoat together and I indicated the way she should go. I was following her looking at her big arse which I must admit had an attractive wobble, rather than her following me looking at mine and the luminous red hand print.

Now a secretary should wear a tweed skirt and cotton blouse not black leggings and a tight tee shirt. I know her name is Maria but did not expect her to be a Latino.

Chris, dressed in jogging bottoms and tee shirt. He took her upstairs into the bedroom we use as an office. He closed the door! I sat on the couch.

My imagination ran wild; I bet Marie's big tits have big brown areolas and long thick nipples. Would Chris be sucking them now, I bet he would like to even if he wasn't. What would I do if he asked me to join them? Would I suck her nipples? Her cunt? I think I might if I was told to.

After about an hour the door opened and a fully dressed Chris asked if I would make them a coffee. Not a problem to make but carrying two mugs would not allow me to hold the housecoat closed. What would happen if I walked in displaying my pinny and tits with bells on?

I put the mugs on a tray with some biscuits. I knocked on the door and handed the tray to Chris. As he was blocking Marie's view so I gave him a quick flash. He smiled and turned away.

I sat back down on the couch and imagined all the things they could be getting up to and the things we all could be getting up to. By the time they came out I was feeling so bloody horny.

I escorted Marie to the door and as soon as the door closed I threw the dressing gown off and rushed into the lounge. "Fuck me," I cried as I bent over the back of an armchair. I reached behind me and held my cunt open.

I don't know what the shortest measurement of time is, perhaps nanoseconds. Anyway that's how long it took me to cum and cum. "Harder," I cried, although he probably didn't hear me as the bells were a cacophony. I pulled one off "Arggghh," it really hurt, I ripped the other one off.

The sounds now were his grunts, my squeaks and shouts and his body hitting my arse. He climaxed, I never stopped climaxing. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I lost my slippers.

He laid me on the bed and snuggled up to me spoons fashion. He had divested his clothes, his wet cock was against my bum and his hand cupping my tit. I slept.

I was in a tunnel and I could see a light at the end. It was a pink, warm, moist tunnel. I realised it was a vagina; I was inside a cunt, a giant cunt. I was wading my way out, my foot sinking into the elastic floor.

The light disappeared, something blocked the entrance, it was still light inside. It was the head of a big cock coming towards me. I could see the little hole in the end, not so little, bigger than me. In one way it looked like a cunt, outer lips bloated and the inside warm wet and pink.

I knew that if I could climb inside I would be safe. I almost made it when a mass of white sticky goo shot out of the end. It hit me and knocked me over. More covered me, I was flailing about. I woke up.

Chris was still behind me holding my tit, he pulled me onto my back and climbed on me. He kissed me, held me and slowly made love to me. We made love, it was wonderful. He came into me, I could feel it. A warm glow surrounded me.

It was dripping out of me. "I love you," he said, slapping my thigh. "Now go and make a brew." Back to the new normal.

Following breakfast and a shower I was standing naked in the bedroom with Chris scrutinising me. I kept my hands by my side as the warm glow was slowly being overtaken by an uncomfortable feeling as he walked round me. "You are beautiful," he said.

"And we are going to make you more beautiful," what the hell's coming now? He picked up a red Sharpie permanent marker. Kneeling in front of me he wrote 'FUCK MY CUNT' in large capital letters starting just below my ribs with fuck and finishing with cunt just above my cunt.

High up on the front of my thighs he wrote 'cunt' with an arrow pointing in the right direction and to finish off he coloured in my nipples. "That's gorgeous, now put your makeup on, nice and slutty while I sort your clothes out," he chortled.

I was pleased with my look, it may have been a little excessive but I thought I liked it. Chris had laid out a pair of knickers, more a thong really, a tiny triangle of material with pearls that went up the crack of my arse. Stockings of course and one of my tight dresses which, thank god, long enough to cover cunts on my thighs.

"Well my love let us go shopping," he said with a giggle. I didn't like the sound of that, I don't think we will be going to Tesco's.

We parked in a town car park and close by was the shop he wanted. A sex shop! Not a complete surprise. Inside the shop were three men, not in dirty raincoats, but quite normal looking. Walking through the magazines, sex aids and CD's led to some sexy costumes.

"You pick one and I'll pick one and you can try them on." Oh no, I'm not coming out in front of these men, in one of these outfits. I picked up a devil's outfit and he picked a Tinkerbell. "Do you have a changing room?" he asked the chap behind the counter.

"Through there," he pointed at the curtain beside the dildos.

"There you go my sweet, go and try them on."

"Do you want to see them?" I said hoping he wouldn't make me show them to the customers.

"No, you see that they fit and look good, I want to be surprised when you wear them at home." Yes, yes, yes, I went into the quite spacious changing room. I pulled my dress over my head and admired myself in the mirrors. A proper back view, the pearls on my knickers coming out from my arse cheeks. I bent forward and could see them over my arsehole. I pulled my cheeks apart and looked through my legs.

I giggled to myself as I pulled the Tinkerbell knickers up, they covered more than mine. The green dress looked really cute, sexy, as I took it off I was thinking was I pleased not to be humiliated in front of the men? The thought of it made my knickers wet and stained the Tinkerbell knickers as well.

After taking the Tinkerbell suit off, I examined my body and I looked pretty good. My tits are quite big for my build, I put my hands underneath them and waggled them up and down. I like my tits.

My back view was quite good, the way the pearls on my knickers came up through the crack of my arse then around my hips. A lot of the redness had gone. I put the devil's outfit on. It was tight and very sexy with a zip between my legs which when opened would expose both my holes.

I removed the costume, adjusted my knickers, getting the little wet triangle to cover my cunt. Dressing again, carefully to keep my thighs covered. "Yes I like both of these," I said to the smirks of all the men, I blushed. Chris had two brown bags filled with goodies.

The assistant put the outfits in a plain brown paper bag. He picked up a large black dildo and put it in the bag. "You can have this on the house because you are so lovely," he said with a smile and grins from everybody including Chris. My face glowed with embarrassment.

Back in the car. "I thought you would make me come out with those outfits on so those men would see me."

"As if I would do that," he replied.

"Of course you would," I giggled.

"No, I bet that the changing room had a big mirror, and plenty of light and space."

"How do you know, have you been there before?"

"No, I think that the four men are now watching you on video from the secret camera or cameras in the changing room."

I thought of what I did in there, shit, I tweaked my nipples, did a silly dance in front of the mirror. Oh no the words, cunt, cunt, cunt, at least the real thing was covered, just, mainly. Fuck I smelled the Tinkerbell knickers when I took them off. He was only guessing about the cameras. But why would he give me the dildo? Perhaps just to embarrass me. Oh fuck.

"They can't do that, surely it's illegal, they won't, they couldn't put it on the internet or share it or anything?" I pleaded. My face was bright red.

"They would not risk sharing but some of the regular customers may watch it and have a wank over you. You should be proud."

"Fuck you," I pounded his arm. My feelings around dirty old men wanking over me were mixed. I hated the thought of it, the reaction of my cunt and nipples was quite the opposite. I burst out laughing. "Fuck you," I kissed him.

"We are going for a ride in the country, maybe we can find a good place for some alfresco sex," he said. Shivers down my spine, it's a lovely day and sex in the sun would be nice.

Out of the blue we came across another sex shop, on a main road but miles from anywhere. "You go in," he said, handing me a wad of cash. "There's five hundred pounds, spend it all, I'll stay here as I want to read my magazine." He pulled a bondage magazine out of one of the bags. A lady with extremely large tits trussed up like a turkey on the cover.

With great trepidation I entered the Emporium as it said over the door. What a difference, light and airy, just like an ordinary shop. I headed straight for the underwear, wow, so sexy, so beautiful. I could imagine myself walking out and watching Chris' reaction.

I felt quite comfortable walking around the store with a handful of underwear in my basket. I had no idea what Chris had bought, by the look of his magazine it would be rope and chains.

I picked up a feather mask which looked rather sexy. I wondered about a collar, there was one which could be worn as a piece of jewellery with a heart shape at the front to clip a leash on. I put it in the basket along with a fine linked chain leash.

Walking to pay I passed some butt plugs, I picked up the smallest. It had a red heart shaped jewel which would be the only visible bit when it was inserted. I put it in my basket, he said my bum was going to be plundered so I might as well penetrate it first. I bought some strawberry flavoured lubricant as well.

At the till I was surprised to see a young girl, obviously not that young, there must be some law about age limits. Anyway I was pleased to be served by a woman. "I hadn't seen this, it is very beautiful," she said, holding up a red body.

"I think so, I hope he does," I laughed. I paid using my debit card. "Do you have a toilet?" I asked. Not willing to risk the changing room although this looked like a place that would not have cameras there.

Inside the cubicle I had a wee first then I fastened the collar round my neck. Should I attach the leash? In for a penny in for a pound I fastened it on. The butt plug? What the hell I squirted some of the strawberry lube on it and slowly stuck it up my bum.

I washed my hands and seeing there was nobody else in I pulled my skirt up, bent over and looked at the plug in the mirror. A pretty sight and not too uncomfortable. I went out to the car feeling smugly pleased with myself.

In the car I handed Chris his money. "I'll buy my own things," I said, handing him the leash. "Sir." The butt plug gave me strange but not unpleasant sensations down below.

Using the leash he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard, his tongue deep inside. His hand pulling my dress up. You will wear the dress with the skirt round your waist until we get home and you take it off. Pull it right up."

I squirmed my dress up showing my drenched knickers and the cunt labels on my legs. We won't be stopping anywhere else I hope unless it's for the outside shag. If we get in busy traffic I'll be on display, fuck some hairy lorry driver looking at me looking at the directions to my cunt.

He drove off and when he was not using his left hand to change gear he was using it to play with my cunt. I'm going to cum any minute. I think I shocked him as I screamed in orgasm. "Fucking hell, you were quite excited."

He put his foot down and we entered a road that was almost a dirt track, it went into some woods. He stopped the car, "Out," he demanded as he got out his side. "Hold your dress up and head up that path."