Bess and Tracy had finished shopping at 2 am that Friday night. Mark had been on the floor tied for nearly eight hours.
In that time Tracy had become Trixie. She had a new pink sparkle collar from Petco that had "Trixie Slut" engraved in the rose gold metal of it. The engraved letters were black, it could easily be seen, and she wore them for the rest of the trip.
Mark's new leather collar had a silver metal strip that read. "Mistress's Bank".
The girls had stopped and had a military surplus store make military dog tags. Trixie wore her's in her naval with a new one-inch ring, 1/4" thick through the top of her navel.
It read, "Trixie Slut." In bright red letters on the side that faced out. The back side said, "Owned by Mistress Bess."
Mark will ring tomorrow. The question was how much surgery Mark would get. Trixie was going in to get the flesh tunnels and three tongue studs Bess had. Mark was going in and getting the chastity treatment that Bess had thought she would have done to her husband Jim.
A rod that pierced the scrotum but had a disc down the rod, the size of a quarter. The disc was held tightly to the scrotum by a post that pierced the glans vertically and held it against the disc with a tumbler lock holding a second dime size disc at the top of the glans. She had called the surgeon and agreed to the drawing he produced. The device would be ready in two days.
After the shopping Bess took photos of both slaves naked and showed her marks on their bodies. It also showed Trixie in her new metal and leather chastity belt. The metal was rose gold. It was also etched in black letters.
"Mistress Bess's property, stay out!"
Bank still wore his temporary device, but his ass was a dark blue and red mass, where Bess had worn it out. He was still only halfway there with his punishment. The photos also included the writing on the collars and the dog tags for the navel. Bess forwarded the pictures to Candy and Joe in a joint DM.
The two girls had bought two large dog beds along with the things Bess wanted to outfit the game room downstairs with. She was going to sell the house her and Jim had, to pay the rest of their debt.
Bess put Mark on his knees outside the shower and let him watch through the glass as Trixie washed and pleased her new owner for the first time. Trixie was not Candy with her tongue, but she was adequate. Inga would not be required for training.
Bess put Mark on one of the two dog beds. Not allowing him to wash for the night. She wanted him to spend the night covered in his dried sweat, with visions of his wife and another woman in a shower pleasuring each other. It was 4 am when the two naked women crawled under the covers.
"Bank's appointment is a 1 for the salon. You are going to spend the night after your surgery, and I will bring Mark back to the house. He and I have some business to discuss. Wake me at 11 am." Bess told her slave girl.
Bess felt the tongue moving her rings and checked the clock, it was 10:58. Close enough. She needed to pee but relished the feeling of waking to a better than average licking. Her plan for today was extensive and needed to go well. Trixie finished the job by 11:05 and was slick faced as she knelt on the bed in front of her new owner.
"Go get a shower, you will dress in a miniskirt and tank top. Now that you have worn those awhile, do you wish they were a different size?" Bess asked squeezing the fake tits.
"No Mistress, I would like a slightly bigger and more lifted ass though." Trixie answered.
"What are your hips now?" Bess asked.
"I am a 34DD-24-32. I think hips to balance and 34 would be nice by lifting my butt."
"We will see what the surgeon says. It is his art you will be displaying." Bess said. "I think I'll have him tighten that little paunch also. The physical trainer will start next week for the two of you."
Bess sent Trixie to the shower and to get dressed. Bess unlocked and woke the Bank.
"Go help Trixie was and wash yourself. You have an appointment in an hour and a half with another at 2:30 to meet." Bess told him.
Mark groaned in pain as the caked-on blood cracked and exposed the nerves that had been covered as he slept. Bess saw clear fluid leaking from some of the cuts on his ass cheeks. The surgeon would take care of them this afternoon.
Mark had gotten little sleep; he entered the shower with his wife and helped her wash for a change. It had been the other way for the four years they had been together. He had known she was a gold digger but did not care. It was eye candy in his arms and the other executives were envious when he told them of their sexual exploits. Never mentioning his desperation to be dominated.
Now Bess had taken possession of him, and he feared for his career. His daughters were due home soon. His ex-wife, the girls' mom, must not ever find out about his new position in life. Trixie stepped out of the shower, leaving him to wash himself.
Bess stayed while they were at the piercing parlor but left the two with the surgeon that had done her alterations. That was at 2:30pm. She picked up Bank at 8:30 pm. He only had to have local for his alterations. Trixie was under anesthetic, so she was spending the night. Bess needed some quality time with the Bank anyway.
Bess liked the look of the new chastity rod and piercings. The surgical team had permanently removed the hair from his neck down. His nipple studs had been replaced with large metal rings. His testicles had a flesh tube through each, always holding them in the same place in the scrotum.
The nurse told her that these were new and if the pain became extreme that they might need to be removed.
"I doubt it will be that extreme!" Bess answered her.
Bess did not make him get all three studs. The front two effect your speech until you get used to them. She just had the throat stud installed. The septum flesh tube was in and hidden. The surgeon had given Bess an easter egg.
The chastity rods ended in a post through the glans and the dime size plate at the top of the glans read, "Owned by Mistress Bess. Do Not Open!"
Bank was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt until the threshold of his house. He quickly stripped and put them on the dressing bench next to the door. It had a new meaning for him now.
"We have the unfinished business of 50 strokes on each ass cheek for your actions yesterday." Bess said as he crawled behind her.
"Please Mistress, I will not be able to take that, I would do anything not to take the next 100. My ass is shredded!" Bank begged.
"Two things to unpack there Slave Bank. Anything is a lot, and that ass is not yours. It belongs to me now!" Bess demanded.
"Anything is what I propose, please don't beat your ass anymore Mistress." As tears streamed down his face.
"What is yours, is mine. I get to use it as I wish. Repeat that to me." Bess required.
"What was mine. Is now Mistress Bess's. It is to be used as she wishes." Bank stated.
Bess stopped the video after that statement.
"Your daughters return from private school the day after tomorrow. They start training the next day. You will transfer $300K into this account in the next ten minutes. We will start the transfer of your and Trixie's possessions to my control and name on Monday. Now you will get ready for me to possess you. We have a long painful night slave. You did just avert another ass whipping though." Bess ordered in glee.
Bess video captured the transfer of $300K to Joe. Her new life started that minute. She, for the first time in her life, owed no one anything and could do as she wished.
Once send was hit she spun Bank by its hair.
"Lick like your skin depends on it. You have six minutes to give me an orgasm or I beat your front to look like your ass."
The slave in the humiliation of paying his new owners debt set to his task with vigor. The pain he had been through in the last 36 hours had imprinted on him, his need to please his betters. He thought he was ordering a hooker for him and his arm candy to use for the weekend and had gotten a new life in the process.
Receiving the DM Joe replied to Bess. "Please bring your slaves with you to a meeting at my house next Saturday night."
Bess, knowing she owed Joe her new life responded with a happy face.
Bess finished on Bank's face and chin. She left him sitting with no instruction to see what happened. She removed her clothing from the day and crawled into the shower. Once washed she returned and as far as she could tell he had not moved. He was still kneeling behind the desk in the den. She was now naked and reveling in the look on his face.
"This is what you will worship until I sell you or you die. Now crawl after me to this nights fate for a slime such as yourself." Bess ordered him.
Bess, using four belts frog tied the slave on the bed. She positioned him 3/4 of the way to the foot and covered him with the blankets on his belly. She lifted the blankets after she climbed into the bed and covered herself.
"Smell the cunt that you will serve. I expect to be woken at 6 am. You will hear three chimes of a bell and nothing else, five minutes to 6." Bess slept on her back with legs open.
Bank got little sleep, worried about waking the Mistress. He had work the next day, how would this work. His brain was spinning with all the problems this created in his world. She was taking everything. But it was so worth it the way he felt.
Ding, Ding, Ding. He buried his face amongst the rings. Fuck she tasted good, like life. She was now the center of his being and all he needed was the nectar she provided. Her orgasm made his morning.
She reached down and patted his bald spot on the back of his head. "It is now 6 am, I will release you to shower and head to work. I need your income and your absolute honesty about what you must do as CEO and when you can work from home. Do you understand?" Bess asked.
"Yes Mistress, I will always be honest and complete with you about my work requirements." Bank told her.
"You will also allow me to help with them as you can. Trixie can be quite an asset as well. Don't forget that some executives need treatment occasionally. Even the girls." Bess teased as she undid the frog tie and allowed Slave Bank to shower.
