This is a story containing graphic sexual content and BDSM. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, or might be offended by it please do NOT read it.
This is purely a work of fiction.
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I had no idea what time it was when Melissa woke me, I was dozing having had a very uncomfortable night. She had come into my room and thrown some cold water over my face.
She then untied me, unlocked my plugs and pulled then out unceremoniously, hurting me again but not caring, she then took me to the shower room and stood there watching and grinning as I gingerly washed myself, I was not sure how much more my pussy and arse could take.
Once I had showered and dried she took me back to my room, handing me a see though blouse and micro mini which I put on, there was no underwear, and it seemed that this was to be the norm, humiliation was the order of the day, what I did not realise was that I would be going out dressed like this for my appointment.
Once dressed she led me upstairs to the kitchen, where Master and Mistress were waiting for me. "I trust you had a good night girl." Master said, "Now eat something we are due to go out for your appointment."
"But Master I have no underwear, everyone will see me." For that I got a hard slap across the face followed by a back hander which split my lip and I tasted blood. "Don't ever answer back bitch, you are mine and I will decide what is good for you, you will dress as I wish, this is about what I want not what a slave cunt like you wants."
I looked to the floor and said nothing. He was right of course, but I didn't like the idea that I would be exposed to the public like this, like a whore. Hopefully I would get used to it, not that I had an option.
I eat my breakfast in silence. Then Master said "Come on girl we need to leave now." He fitted a metal collar that locked as he fitted it and a leash and dragged me out of the house to the garage, where he lifted the boot on the car and pushed me into it saying "Whores don't travel inside my car." Thankfully it was an estate car so there was plenty of room. He pulled the parcel shelf over me, effectively hiding me and slammed the boot shut.
After a while the car pulled up to a halt and the engine was turned off. Master opened the boot, took hold of my lead and pulled me out like you would when you had a dog with you, or perhaps a bitch as in my case. It was a lovely sunny day and I enjoyed the warmth of the sun not having seen much in the last 36 hours. I followed Master closely, seeing the stares and looks I and Master were getting, although more seemed to be directed at me rather than him, not surprising as I was as close to naked as two bits of material allowed.
As we walked down the high street I realised I did not know where we were, perhaps this was because Master did not want to be seem with me, although I doubted that, and then we turned and went into the tattoo and piercing parlour.
"Bobby" my Master boomed out, holding his hand out to a man mountain that was covered in tattoos, "This is the bitch I was telling you about, she is here for the piercings we discussed, and not doubt she will be seeing you again once I decide what tattoos she needs." He laughed as he finished this sentence and looked at me. I just cast my eyes down not replying but wondering what tattoos.
Bobby shook Masters hand and then took my lead from him, pulling me into the back behind a curtain. In front of us was a gyno chair which Bobby patted for me to sit in, he was a man of few words. As I sat in it he lifted each leg in turn and strapped my ankle to the stirrup, leaving my legs wide apart and my pussy fully exposed, the skirt hiding nothing. "Nice." Was all he said as he looked and felt me, squeezing my labia and letting go, not sure why, probably because he could and he knew I could not object.