With a week to go of my time being under Chris' control and being joined by Fiona in a similar position for the final week. Having just given Fiona a wonderful outdoor fuck Chris had left us alone while he stopped for a pint.
"What should we do now?" she asked.
"Perhaps it would please sir if we wrote his words on you."
"Yes, he would either like it or punish us for being cheeky. Win - win."
So I got the lipstick while Fi got undressed. I wrote WHORE above her tits, CUNT under them and FUCK ME under her belly button. Standing back I admired my handiwork and her lovely body of course.
We heard Chris' key in the door so quickly got on our knees with our arms behind our backs and tits poked out. "How lovely having my girls open and waiting for me." We both opened our legs a bit wider.
"On your hands and knees, my little sluts, crawl to the stairs." We crawled towards the stairs. "You will go up the stairs slowly, you will keep going side by side. On one you will raise your outside knee on two your inside."
What the fuck there is not a lot of room for us to go up the stairs. "One," he said and I lifted my right leg and Fiona her left. "Two". We moved again. He continued until we were on the fourth step.
"Beautiful, sluts, your cunts are gorgeous from this angle." I felt a finger enter my cunt which I must admit was wet. "You are such wanton sluts, sloppy cunts, you love showing off."
Why am I so fucking turned on being demeaned in such a way? I don't know and it sounds like Fiona was the same. "You should have put lipstick on your cunts, make them more pronounced. Do they do luminous lipstick? One that glows in the dark? It would be fun watching luminous cunts crawling around in the dark."
"One." We set off again, fingers in me most of the way. When we reached the bedroom door. "Sit up and beg," he ordered. What the fuck I'm not a dog; I knelt up and put my hands in front of me as if I was. He had removed his pants. Boxers and shoes. Not bothering with his socks.
He went into the bedroom, returning with a collar and leash. "I bought this for slut but she has preempted me and bought her own. Fiona you have been such a good girl you may choose to wear it."
"Thank you sir," she replied. Chris handed the collar to her and she fastened it around her neck.
"You will now be called slag for the rest of the week. Come with me to the window." The window was big, it went the full width of the room. The three of us stood there looking out. Anybody looking would see two topless girls and a clothed man between them. Nobody was looking.
"Slag go and get your highest heels." Fi ran off. "Slut pick up your phone and take yourself outside and stand by that bush so we can see you."
"But sir I've got nothing on," I protested.
"I have noticed that, now do as you're told." I scurried out, picked up my phone and ran to the bush which protected me from prying eyes on the street obviously not from the window. Chris, who looked fully dressed, was there watching me.
He moved away and when he returned Fiona was with him wearing a large feather mask over her eyes. She giggled when she saw me cowering in the bushes. I laughed when I saw her in full view topless. From where I was crouched down she was topless, from upright people in the road I think her cunt would be on display; that's why he wanted her in heels.
My phone rang; a facetime message from Fiona, fuck, what now? " Hello slut. Hope you are enjoying the view. I am debating whether to fuck slag's arsehole or not. I must admit when she has such a tight, luscious cunt why should I bother with her arsehole?"
He put the phone on the windowsill so that I was looking up at Fi's tits and face. I could see the words WHORE and CUNT above and below her tits. My feather mask that she was wearing looked so sexy, she had a big smile.
"Don't just squat there, play with your cunt. You can't come in until you have climaxed, so get on with it." Oh hell, I've to wank myself off while I watch Fi getting fucked in life and on screen while being watched playing with myself. My nipples were rigid and my cunt was drenched.
I was looking at my phone when I saw Fi's eyes suddenly shoot open wide. I looked up at the window and there was Chris still in his shirt and tie standing behind Fi and fucking her. Her lovely tits started swinging. She was looking down at the phone watching me and I thought to avoid looking for any passers by.
"Don't stop, slut. Get on your back with your legs spread and get finger fucking your cunt." Shit I had become too engrossed in what was happening in the window. I lay back on the ground, a bit painful which just added to the excitement.
"Yes, fuck me, yes fuck, fuck yes." cried Fi. The windows were open so the whole street could hear. Any passers by would hear and look up. I tried to make myself as small as possible. It was the first time I'd really seen Fi's orgasm face. I climaxed.
"Can I come in now sir?" I asked.
"Yes, on your hands and knees," he said. Shit; on the good side there was less chance of being seen but I was going to have to crawl over some gravel which would ruin my stockings as well as my knees.
When I had crawled up the stairs and into the bedroom Fiona was on her knees with Chris' cock in her mouth. "Ah slut come and join us," he laughed. I tried to bully my way in to lick his balls.
****
In the morning Chris was up early as he was working, Fiona and I were off, "You are best friends so you should be close today, get out of bed and stand facing each other." He connected our collars with a short chain so that our noses were almost touching.
Next he fastened our wrists to each other. Her left to my right and my left to her right. "Well my lovely whores you are going to have a wonderful lazy day together; you will have little to do but be close. Oh, change the bed, wash the sheets and put them to dry on the line. It's such a nice day. Bye girls." He said kissing us both and with a hard slap on our arses he left.
"Fuck me," I said. What else was there to say? Well actually quite a lot.
"Fuck me too! When I signed up for this I certainly didn't expect to be tied to you."
"Is that so bad?" I asked.
"We'll find out soon I need a pee." Embarrassing, humiliating, degrading but painless. That's what it is like peeing in front of your best friend. Not just in front of but at close quarters, her hand close to my pussy when I wiped it and vice versa. I think we got through it by giggling.
We learnt to walk or perhaps perambulate by almost sidestepping; with shoulders pressed together on one side and apart on the other so we walked half crabwise. Like couples doing a promenade on Strictly. A noticeable side effect of this was one each of our tits rubbed together.
Our first job was to strip the bed, a laborious process the way we were fastened. And getting pillows out of the pillow cases and getting them in again is not easy also not easy is going down stairs.
On an uncomfortable day, pegging the washing out was the worst experience. A naked black girl and white girl in tandem in full view of six other houses could not be missed by anyone who looked. There was no way to sit comfortably so after lunch we decided to lay down on the bed.
When you are lying down in our situation your hands are at cunt level, particularly the lower ones. We were of course looking directly at each other. Fiona had a big smile as I felt a finger enter me, easily as the whole thing had turned me on.
I leant forward and kissed her, bent my knee and lifted my leg to make easier access. I reached out but could not reach so with Fi's co-operation I used my top hand to reach her waiting cunt.
Our tits were rubbing together, we were kissing passionately and everything she did to my cunt I did to hers. What the fucks going on? Neither of us are lesbians, we both like men too much. I'd love to have her tongue in my cunt and on my clit. I'd love to do the same to her. Oh fuck.
"Wwwwwwhhhhaaaaaa," she yelled. She is not one for quiet sex. She worked her fingers faster in my clit and I was squealing but in fewer decibels. In even fewer decibels a phone beeped with a message, fortunately it was after the cacophony we had been making.
It was a message from Chris; 'Keys in top drawer of my desk, go over all writing with the sharpie, including the lipstick. Shower and put makeup on each other, the one who does the best job will be rewarded.'
That brought us down to earth. Fiona started giggling which was contagious. She lifted our arms above our heads, rolled on top of me and kissed me through the giggles. "Well my little lesbian best friend, where do we go from here?"
