Mel the Once and Future Slut

Authors note: I'll apologise in advance that there's not a lot of sex stuff in this one, it's mostly background and thinly veiled foreshadowing. I think it helps things flow, but if you were to just skim through it you'll get a bit of insight into how things went the very twisted way that they ended up going. Mel xx

Saturday dawned bright and sunny, and with having gone to sleep so early it was indeed only just dawn. Not eating properly and going to bed early and exhausted was a bad habit I didn't want to get into.

Dan was still sleeping so I slipped out of bed and winced a little at the ache in my cunt, then smiled remembering how I'd got it.

Tiptoeing through to the walk-through wardrobe I saw my slut-gear on the floor as I grabbed my dressing gown, assumed that Dan must have stripped me after I'd flaked out, and I went downstairs and put the kettle on.

I drank as much water as I could stomach as the kettle boiled and then as the tea brewed I tidied up the lounge, straightened up the furniture then took the tea back to the bedroom.

Dan was still asleep but the tray and cups rattling woke him and I climbed back in for a cuddle and a smooch and, naturally, to touch him up and get him hard. I was still fascinated by the sight of his cock hard in the cage, so spent a while playing with it, then after another smooch I went for a shower and, with a tinge of regret, washed the piss and cum away.

Leaning back and relaxing I admired the little bruises where Masters fingers had dug into my boobs, then played with my nipples a bit. They didn't look bruised but they were deliciously sore and I couldn't resist pinching them harder and harder, hoping to make them ache more.

I could feel myself heating up and pushed a couple of fingers into my cunt, running through yesterday's play in my mind and revelling in the deep ache that my fingers found.

I'd been almost constantly horny for ages now, ever since things had headed down this rabbit hole with Dan a couple of months ago, but at least now things were really happening and I could enjoy being half crazed with lust in the certain knowledge that my Master would keep feeding me with delicious new perversions.

When finally out of the shower I gave some thought to how best to manage my bowel going forward. Thankfully Master understood that I couldn't be ready for anal all the time, but if it were to be, say, 3 or 4 days a week, I'd have to plan.

I was fully expecting to have my arse fucked multiple times the next day, after which it might be Wednesday, assuming that Master would, as he'd said, not need me for anal on my Tuesday and Wednesday work days.

Imodium usually lasts three days for me, so that's wasn't a long term solution.  It'd need to be dietary and lots of enemas. I made a mental note to get Dan to have a bidet and bum gun installed.

Sunday.... I was still both nervous and excited about that.

I did my hair, grabbed my enema kit and went back through to the bedroom and sat facing Dan cross legged on the bed.

We just chatted over our tea for a while but when it got to a bit after 7 it was time for me to go grocery shopping before the mum rush.

Putting the enema kit on the bed between us I opened it and then looked at him.

'You know how this works babe?' In the little box were half a dozen chrome attachments for the shower. 'I use that one,' I said pointing at a particular torpedo shaped bit. Dan looked a bit uncomfortable but conceded that he knew how it all worked. We discussed the bidet stuff and he promised that he'd follow up.

'Good.' I said, 'Now, while I'm doing the shopping I want you practising for anal. There's lube and toys in there,' I nodded towards the dressing room, 'So when you're ready, just do like I did yesterday. OK?' Still looking a bit awkward and shy about it, he said he would. Picking up my phone I reloaded the Femdom pegging compilation I'd put on the TV the day before, put it on full screen then passed the phone to Dan.

'Monday babe. That'll be us on Monday. Practice.'

I made sure Dan watched as I put on a shortish denim shirt and a red tee shirt so that he knew I wasn't wearing a bra and knickers, then picked up my runners and, having given him a quick kiss and recovered my phone, I headed downstairs then out to the car.

As soon as I'd set off I called my mate Shell and asked if she fancied a coffee. She said she just got to the salon so I said I'd get her one on the way and would meet her there. She was going away on a cruise the next week and I wanted a catch-up before she went, but I also wanted to know what she thought of Dan getting hard in front of her. Shell has a filthy mind so I was expecting a good laugh.

10 minutes later I was handing Shell a flat white as she bustled about, getting ready for the first farmers wife of the day. As usual she looked gorgeous, sexy shoes, a beautiful navy blue floaty dress, wide leather belt and her long auburn hair and make-up done to perfection. I wondered how long ago she'd had to get up to look that good so early.

In turn she looked me over - probably guessing correctly that my total effort had taken about 3 minutes. 'Woolies?' she asked, meaning the local supermarket. I nodded.

'I hope there're no babies, they'll think it's feeding time!' She laughed her filthy laugh as she eyed my nipples. They were still a tad achey which was keeping them hard and they were sticking out like wheel nuts, far more than they would if I were wearing a bra.

'Didn't feel like wearing one,' I said, reading her mind the way good friends often do.

'Fuck off,' was her flat response. 'Your horny.' And before I could protest, 'After all these years, do you think I can't tell? Besides, waking up to King Dong it's hardly a surprise!' She cackled again.

'Dan tells me you got a good look,' I laughed. 'He was pretty embarrassed.'

'Had a good look and a good feel too, but that boys got fuck all to be embarrassed about,' she said evenly. 'I've heard you say it's big but, Jeez, Mel, what weapon!'

'Had a good feel?' I said in mock shock, my eyebrows arched?

'Fucking right! You have to apply a very firm grip when ripping the pubes off your best mates husbands balls.' We both laughed and giggled.

'Seriously though,' she said, straight faced, 'Hard as fucking iron! Maybe it needs more than blondes.' She waggled her eyebrows and set us both off laughing again.

'Honest Mel, I was wet through. The day you two stop fucking, you let me know.' And just like that I went beetroot red.

'Ooh, what's this? What's going on?'

'Nothing!' I stuttered and stumbled through a couple of objections, digging myself deeper.

'Yeah, right. Whatever. But you come and tell Shell when you're ready.'

We chatted till the coffee was gone then, just before I gave her kiss and a bon-voyage, she reminded me that Dan was due in for his next hand job the week she got back.

'Sorry darl, did I say hand job? I meant wax job!' We cracked up and I was still giggling as I got in the car.

It was after 8 by the time I got to Woolies and it was already full of mums and kids so I got a basket instead of a trolley and picked up a few essentials, enjoying the disapproving scowls of the frumpy wives as their husband stared at my tits.

By 8:30 I was home, put the milk in the fridge and went up to the bedroom. The en-suite door was closed so I knocked once and walked in.

Dan's face was a picture. He was squatting by the vanity, holding onto it for balance, with a reasonable size dildo up his arse. He looked mortified but I just stood at his side, pulled up my skirt and squatted next to him and cupped his balls with one hand and rubbed his stretched ring with the other and kissed him - done in 2 seconds, and that seemed to calm his horrified indignation.

Breaking off the kiss, I whispered in his ear, 'I'm very pleased to see you've got your ball stretcher on baby. Now, finger my cunt.'

It was an awkward angle but he managed to get a couple of fingers in me. A minute or so later and I was dripping and Dan's cock was trying to burst out of his cage and all of a sudden the idea of something just a bit bigger seemed like a good one one to him.

For the next hour we played with various toys as I wound Dan up further and further telling him much I was going to fuck him on Monday, and how much cock and cum I was going to get the next day, and how much I was relying on Dan's tongue to soothe my poor used asshole.

Eventually, dizzy with horniness, we retired onto the bed and just cuddled ourselves into a calmer state, then for the rest of the day we did a few of the things more normal couples do; we went to a friend's for lunch, I did some gardening and Dan washed the cars, I made a salad and Dan barbecued some meat for dinner and those sorts of things, but all that day I couldn't suppress the nerves and excitement about then next day.

That night we both had a hard time getting to sleep.