Mel The Once And Future Slut Ch 09

I didn't even register Dan getting up on Monday morning. He's always up and gone by 6 and I slept in till 8:00.

As usual I'd had filthy dreams and had woken myself up a few times rubbing my sore cunt. Dan had woken me up once too, rubbing at himself, and I couldn't resist a feel of his throbbing cock trying to burst free, though it seemed that the cage was enough to stop him from getting himself off in his sleep.

In the en-suit I looked myself over in the mirror and inspected the bruises and nail marks in my right boob. I'd hoped that the bruises might be a bit more significant, but I suspected that they wouldn't really spread any more than they already had. I liked the marks as a reminder but, as much as that, I liked what they would say about me to the next stray to fuck me.

There were still traces of dried cum in the hair at my right temple, at the side of my nose and on my neck, but the rest had all rubbed off. Washing the sheets almost every day was a part of slut life I really hadn't anticipated.

A shower first though, long, hot and luxurious, then a few potions and lotions for my skin, then hair, then feeling more revitalised I did some yoga and exercises before stripping the bed and going down for breakfast. Bedding in the washing machine, drink tea, drink water, bed remade, another cup of tea, hair and makeup, more water and it was 9:20 already.

My phone dinged and it was Dan, asking me if I could record today's play somehow, and hoping that I had a good time, telling me how much he was looking forward to seeing me later and how much he loved me. I'm the luckiest slut in the world, I thought to myself.

As always, I spent an indecent amount of time wondering what to wear, but ended up in opaque black crotchless tights with a really high waist and an under-cup black bra which matched fairly well, then ankle strap slut heels. I made a mental note to expand my wardrobe of slut gear. A lot.

I checked my hair and spent a few more minutes on makeup then wondered if I should take lube and some toys downstairs. Master had left lube behind last time so I decided to take that, then thought fuck-it and took my entire toy box. That collection was something else that needed some serious expansion.

I was downstairs and ready by 9:45 so I fussed around to make the minutes pass - got a jug of water, lemon and ice and a couple of glasses out, drank a glass, adjusted the aircon, put a Pyrex bowl on the kitchen worktop.

The crunch of gravel under tyres and he was here, and I congratulate myself for having stayed fairly calm this time. Quickly I trotted on my heels to the door, then peeped, just to make sure it was my Master, and seeing that it was indeed him I stepped back and opened the door fully.

Master was wearing shorts, a tee-shirt and runners with the laces not fastened and was carrying a sports bag, and he immediately dropped the bag and kicked off his shoes. His hair was damp so I was guessing that he was recently out of the shower and had nothing on under his shorts.

'Good morning Melanie. You look spectacular again.' Why did his compliments give me such a rush? Maybe because the more he was attracted to me the harder he'd use me?

He spoke in a dispassionate, maybe even slightly grave voice, and I was thrilled at the control he had, over both himself and me. Gravitas was the term I think fit best. I'd never had that with younger guys.

I almost put my hand up but managed to stop myself, annoyed at myself for behaving so childishly, but not before the stalled gesture was noticed. A tipped head and raised eyebrows invited me to express myself further.

'Master, I want to be perfect for you, but I sometimes don't know what to do. Should I kneel or something when I greet you like this, or if I'm waiting for you in some way?'

He looked at me for a few moments, considering, I think. 'There are BDSM nerds who have rules and standards for everything, but I'm not particularly into that kind of rulemaking. However, if it makes you feel at ease, the standard waiting position, sometimes called Kajira, is usually to stand, much as you now are, though with your feet further apart and your hands clasped at the small of your back.' I of course immediately adjusted my stance to suit, and was rewarded with a small smile.

There's a similar one called inspection, where you stand as you are but would have your hands behind your head.

Then there are kneeling positions, like Nadu, where you would kneel, sitting back on your feet, knees apart and body upright and would have your hands on your thighs, palms upward.

Similar to that, but with hands at the back of your head, is a position called collar me.'

I don't know what gave me away, but Masters' smile widened and with a little shake of his head he muttered to himself, 'So keen.' Then to me, 'I might just have something in my bag for a good girl. Shall we see?' And with that he picked up his bag and walked through to the lounge, me following behind, desperately hoping that I'd been a good bitch for my Master and that he might have a lovely new collar for me.

Once into the lounge Master pointed to a space on the rug in front of the fireplace, smiled and said 'Nadu,' so facing my Master I immediately knelt and placed the backs of my hands on my thighs. This won me an even bigger smile and a 'Nicely done.'

He then sat in an armchair facing me, crossed his legs and, after a moment, began with some questions. 'You look well Melanie, but how are you feeling, and,' he said, to cut off any possible interjection, 'By that I mean, after yesterday's session, have you had any pain or bleeding?'

'No Master, I had a few cramps and twinges in my bum, but I did some pelvic floor exercises and they stopped.'

'That's good. Do you do them regularly?'

'I do them as part of my yoga and other exercises almost every day, Master, and I go to the gym or run several times a week.'

'That's very good. I wish I had the time.... and, I'll be quite frank, your body is really quiet astonishing. And what are you doing for hygiene Melanie? Obviously you can't keep using Imodium if, as you said, it lasts for 3 days.'

As strange as it might sound, considering, this made me blush. 'I'm trying to be very careful with my diet Master, to make sure I get lots of fibre, and I'm planning to get some Metamucil and some Pepto Bismol.'

What I was of course aiming for was to have one good shit each day which effectively emptied my bowel in one go, after which enemas should take care of things, at least for a large part of the day.

Master nodded approvingly. 'That really is very diligent of you Melanie. I'm impressed by your dedication. How are you finding it? This amount of anal I mean.'

Again, I could feel myself blushing and looked down at my hands.

'Look at me Melanie. The eyes are the windows of the soul, as they say, and I need to see into you. Eye contact please.' I met his gaze and literally wanted to squirm. I don't know what he could see in my eyes but all I got from his was relaxed confidence.

'I.... Master, I'd never really enjoyed anal in the past. I mean, it was OK with a guy who would start slow and with plenty of lube, but recently I.... I sort of like it more now, a lot more, it feels good to be full, stretched even, to feel used like that. I'm liking that more and more. And it turns me on too. So much. The guys yesterday, they love it, it's all they want, and I really like letting them do it to me.' I wondered how to express myself and looked away for a moment, then remembered myself and looked back to my Master. 'I find I'm craving it Master. Not just the fullness thing, though that is a big part of it, but being fucked like that, hard, on and on, and not being able to cum. It's like, I just get more and more turned on till I sort of go out of my mind, and it's the most incredible feeling. I think if I came it would stop and I'd have to start again. I, I want to get much more into it Master. I've been watching a lot of porn, cam-girl clips mostly, and I want it so much!' I was trembling with nervous tension, spilling out all my wants and needs like this, so I stopped and took a deep breath. 'Does that make sense Master?'

'Indeed it does Melanie. Which cam-girls do you watch?'

'Errr, Alexbreecooper Master, and Siswet, and Kassiopeia.... some others.'

'Siswet I'm familiar with. After less than a week of playing like this, that's quite ambitious.'

'Oh Master, I think I've always needed this, that this is how I'm meant to be, I just didn't know, didn't have the opportunity.'

Master absorbed that for some moments. 'Anything else?'

'Well, Master, is it going to keep going like this? All the anal fucking I mean, like yesterday?'

His perpetual half smile grew a little. 'Do you want it to?'

'Yes, oh yes Master. It's so slutty. And Dan loves it too, especially watching the videos. Can we do that again Master?'

'We can indeed,' he said. 'How about the fisting? Any problems?'

'Oh no Master, I really like that a lot, though I am getting a little bit sore after so much. I sort of like that too though. It does the same thing to my brain Master, like anal, I go really out of it, and when it's not done too fast, and with no clit play, I can't cum....' I realised I was babbling again, so I shut up.

Master just smiled gently. 'Is there anything else you want to discuss Melanie?'

'Well, yes, one thing Master. With the others, the ones you give me to, Dan says that after the first time, can they do me here? It would make it a lot easier if they could come at almost any time, and I only work 2 days a week.' I'd enjoyed saying 'do me', it felt so debasing.

Master was clearly considering this quite deeply, and moments passed as I subvocalised to myself - please say yes, please say yes, please say yes... - over and over.

'OK, if you're both happy with that Melanie, that's fine. I'm sure you're right, and you'll receive much more, err, attention. Anything else?'

I was of course delighted, knowing I'd get fucked even more. 'No Master, nothing else.'

'Good,' Master said again with an air of satisfaction. Then he stood and placed his bag on the big coffee table, noticed my toy box and spent some moments looking through the contents. 'Melanie, you're going to need a much bigger box.' He looked over at me. 'In fact, I think you'll need several.'

My existing box was quite big, and only half full, so the prospect of lots more toys was thrilling to say the least and really took me back to childhood excitement in a way I hadn't felt for a long time.

Master now sat on the sofa on the opposite side of the table from me then he pulled his bag up in front of him, unzipped it and took out a box. From the box he took two smaller things and held them up - they were GoPro cameras with hairy grey microphone covers. He attached both to little bendy tripods then took one and put it on the side table to his left and the other he put on the mantelpiece looking down on me, so that resolved Dan's request.

Taking his seat again he started to take items out and to lay them on the table top. First there were several Velcro cuffs and straps all neatly folded up, some looking to be quite short and others longer. Then there was an inflatable dildo, then an inflatable anal plug, and Master held up the plug.

'I want you to be wearing this for all our play sessions, unless I tell you otherwise. If I do say otherwise, it'll probably be to tell you to wear a different plug. Indeed, I want you to be plugged for some of most days. Now, everything here is new, I've just got rid of the packaging and everything has been washed. Understood?'

'Yes Master.'

'Off you go then' and he held the plug towards me.

I crawled across, took it, then bolted upstairs as fast as I could go in my heels, and fortunately these ones weren't so crazily high.

A couple of quick enemas and several minutes later I was back to find my Master, sitting serenely, looking at his phone and drinking water.

As soon as he saw me he waved a 'come here' and took the pump bulb from the hand in which I'd been self-consciously carrying it. Deftly he pressed the pressure release valve, waited till the air sounded like it was all gone, released the valve and gave the bulb three very firm squeezes. That certainly wasn't excessive, but it was more pressure than I'd applied and I wouldn't be forgetting about the intruder's presence in my rectum.

Now Master proffered the glass of water. 'Drink Melanie. We don't want you getting dehydrated.' What he did want, I knew, was me pissing, so I drained the glass and poured another, then returned to my kneeling position while Master went back to the contents of his bag.

The next thing to appear was an air pump gun thing with a tube coming out and 2 boxes, the pictures on one showing some clear plastic cylinders of different sizes and the other a sort of bowl-shaped thing, also clear plastic, and then I twigged - cunt pump. I'd seen one used in a porn clip once, albeit a poor quality amateur one, but I'd got the idea of what it was for, if not why.

Then came a shiny chrome tube, almost as long as the bag, but then he pulled the ends apart and it telescoped out to more than twice its original length, then he fiddled with it a bit till there were a couple of clicks which I assumed had been him getting locking pins lined up.

Next was a black ball gag and then another bag, a cloth one, and from this he rather reverentially took something made of black latex. It was hard to see what it was at first, but as he laid it down I could see that it was a hood. Next was what looked like a tiny black latex corset with red edges at the top and bottom, but was in fact a very wide collar. And finally, and again quite reverentially, another collar, this one looked to be black leather and it was quite narrow. Master laid it on my side of the table and tuned it so that I could see that it had shiny metal lettering saying SLAVE.

Emotion welled in me. 'Oh Master, thank you. I am, completely. I'm your slave. Do anything you want to me.'

He smiled lazily, 'Funny you should say that,' he said, 'but be careful what you wish for Melanie, I'm almost certainly going to hurt you a bit today. Don't worry, I'm not going to beat you or whip you or anything like that, at least not today,' he said with a smile, 'but we need to test your limits a little. OK?'

'Yes Master,' I replied, not so much nervous as anxious to know what was going to happen to me.

'First though, we need to get you ready,' and saying that he picked up the latex mask and came around the table. 'You'll need to put your hair up in a ponytail.'

Like most women with longish hair I have hair ties all over the house, so in short order my hair was pulled tight back into a single tail.

'Stand here,' he pointed to the centre of the hearth rug and then taking my shoulders, he got me standing facing the mirror over the mantelpiece and the camera on its little tripod. He took a moment to change the angle of the camera a little, then spent a moment unbuckling a blindfold part which attached at the temples, then unbuckled a gag piece which attached just below the ears. I noticed that the gag itself was a short, fat penis shape. I also saw that the mask wasn't solid black, it was slightly translucent.

Fiddling finished, he ensured that the laces at the back of the head and neck were fully loosened then offered it up. 'You'll need to help with this,' he murmured in my ear. 'This bit is for your hair,' and he pointed out a short tube of latex at the crown which he then seemed to push inside out. 'It's dusted with talc inside, so try to hold your breath and keep your eyes closed till I get the holes somewhere near.'

It took some effort to get it over my head till the face was roughly where it should be, with the eye holes close enough that I could see through, and then Master took over, and in the mirror I could see him put his index finger down through the ponytail hole and I could feel him hook it under my hair, then when he pulled his finger out my ponytail pulled through too. He wriggled his little finger back into the hole again and this time when he pulled it out, nice and slowly, but still slightly painfully, the hair band came out and off the end of my ponytail.

Now he set to pulling a bit of the mask here, a bit there, stretching here and gathering there, and occasionally tightening the laces at the back, then he'd walk around me and make more adjustments. The laces got tighter, the fit got better, until eventually, and after quite some time, he was lacing up the back all the way to the bottom, then he ran my ponytail through his hands several times to ensure that it was tight from my scalp to my crown and out, and it was done. There were folds where it gathered around the neck, but I thought it looked incredible.

As always, Master had thought of everything, so now he reached for the wide latex collar, and pulling away the laces he wrapped it around my neck, then deftly laced up the back, which had hooks rather than eyes. It covered my entire neck right down to the top of my collarbones, and now with everything nipped and tucked and tightened it looked even better, like something out of the fetish porn I was becoming oh so familiar with. More ambitions fulfilled.

'A friend in Brisbane made this for me as a rush job. And now it's yours. But now the icing,' Master said, and this time he wrapped the slim leather collar around my throat and buckle it securely, then stood behind me and looking in the mirror over my shoulder he adjusted it ever so slightly to get the shiny SLAVE part exactly central.

Master stepped away to the side as I looked at myself in the mirror; a genuine latex gimp slave.

'You look superb Melanie. Truly astonishing.' As always my Masters praise made me shiver. Dreams do come true, I thought to myself, and I am so fucking wet. Standing with my feet apart like this my labia were literally dripping.

'But let's try something different, shall we? When you're wearing this mask you are no longer Melanie.' Master stepped up beside me and spoke into my ear, 'Behind that mask you are no longer a person, in fact you have become a thing, an it, an owned object. Melanie has gone, and the thing that remains is nothing more than a filthy fuckdoll. Does it understand?'

'I....It understands Master. It is grateful for the objectification of its owner.' And I really was grateful, I'd read about this kind of thing and it had really turned me on.

'That's as it should be, now it will drink some more water. There won't be another chance again for quite some time, and it's hot outside.'

Outside? Master was obviously being cryptic, but him making all the choices and me having none was all part of the fun. Did me being an object make that more true? I didn't know, but I very much like the idea of being more dehumanised, at least at times, more of a living fucktoy.

As I drank yet another glass of iced water Master went over to the big double bifold doors that lead out under the pergola and the patio which extended down to the pool, so of course I wondered if he was going to piss in me again, but then he unlocked and folded back the doors and marched down to the poolside, then grabbed the handle of one of the giant bean-bag loungers and dragged it back up under shade of the pergola. Then he went back to the gazebo and collected one of the faux wicker chairs and then made another trip for a matching small table.

A man on a mission, he marched back into the lounge, picked up the cameras, the Velcro straps and the chrome tube and some other things then set off back outside. 'Come,' was his cursory instruction, and off we went.

Master waved a hand at the lounger, which I sank back onto, automatically bringing my knees back towards my shoulders and spreading wide.