Pam came in from her grocery shopping and glanced over at her slave busily dusting the furniture. "I have a treat for you tonight, Miss Tits-a-lot."
Fiona, naked except for a frilly maid's apron and a pair of high heels, looked expectantly at her Mistress.
Nodding, Pam said, "That's right, we're going to Miraleste tonight."
Fiona shivered in anticipation. Miraleste was the hottest BDSM club in L.A. Masters and Mistresses flaunted their slaves, and the subs tried to outdo each other in their obedience and subservience. Sometimes at the end of the evening, Doms traded their slaves with others. Fiona was very popular, and Pam had sent her home with temporary Masters and Mistresses a few times.
Pam grinned at the look of excitement in Miss Tits-a-lot's face. "We'll do a little shopping before we go to find something special for you to wear, and I have Ingrid coming in less than an hour for your waxing."
Once a month, Pam had Ingrid come to the house to give Fiona a complete body wax. Pam even managed to turn these sessions into scenes of humiliation for Fiona. Once Fiona finished her dusting, she went upstairs to shower in preparation for Ingrid.
When she came downstairs, Ingrid was already there, laying out her table and waxing implements. Ingrid was a big German with large hands and spatulate fingers, but she was very precise in her waxing. She smiled as Fiona entered the room, eyeing her huge tits and patting the table. "All ready for you, Lenchen."
Fiona spread out on the table and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the ordeal to follow. Ingrid slathered hot wax between Fiona's tits first, ripping off any unsightly hair. She then worked her way down to her belly and continued with her thighs and the rest of her legs. Fiona flipped over, and Ingrid worked on her back and the backs of her legs. She spread the wax along the mounds of Fiona's bottom, removing all the hair, leaving her cheeks smooth and silky. She ripped the hair off from her underarms and then prepared to work on her mound. Ingrid pressed down on Fiona, holding her skin taut for the maximum effect.
Ingrid patted her tummy, "Now bend your knees and let your legs fall open."
Fiona spread herself out for her German tormentor, who began prodding her pussy lips and spreading the hot wax on them. She ripped the hair off her outer lips, and then shoved a finger in Fiona's hole so she could more easily see the remaining hair. Fiona was in an agony of both pain and need, as her lips puffed out. Ingrid then had her lift her knees and hook her arms beneath them, rolling back, so that she could get a clear view of her asshole. She patted wax around Fiona's puckered hold, pressed a strip of cloth in, and then peeled it off. Fiona lifted her ass off the table in response and Ingrid chuckled.
Ingrid shined a bright light on Fiona's pussy and put on some enormous magnified glasses. She used a pair of tweezers to pluck out any remaining hairs on Fiona's cunt. Grabbing a small dildo from her bag, Ingrid spread lube along its shaft and eased it into Fiona's asshole, spreading her hole out wide. Then she continued plucking hairs out around her asshole.
Pam walked into the room and asked, "Is she being a good girl?"
Ingrid patted Fiona's ass. "As always. So obedient and cooperative. You've trained her well, Pam." She pinched Fiona's engorged clit and chuckled again. "I think she's done. She's as clean as a whistle." She turned to Pam, "May I have my tip now?"
Pam grinned. "Absolutely."
Ingrid took a strap-on out of her bag and shrugged out of her clothes. Her body was hard and muscular with an almost completely flat chest. She buckled the strap-on around her straight hips, the big dildo bobbing in front of her and the fake balls hanging below. Fiona was still on her back on the waxing table, and Ingrid mounted her between her spread thighs. She buried her face in Fiona's tits while she eased the dildo into her pussy. Taking her pierced nipples into her mouth, she began pumping Fiona with the strap-on and grasping the dildo still inserted in her ass, she fucked her asshole at the same time.
The next order of business was shopping. Pam took her slave to a specialty shop on Sunset that carried a line of clothing designed to reveal and titillate. Rosalee, the owner of the shop greeted two of her favorite customers with smiles. "Something special today, Pam?"
Pam nodded. "I'm taking her to Miraleste tonight. Perhaps something in leather, but smooth and tight."
Rosalee clicked her tongue. "I think I have just what you're looking for." She produced a pair of soft leather pants and waving them in front of Pam, she said, "They're tight and form-fitting, but cut out in the back with nothing covering the bum."
Pam grabbed them and held them up. "I like them." She shoved Fiona toward the dressing room, but ordered her to leave the door open. Fiona slid out of her skirt, and with Rosalee's help squeezed into the leather pants. They hung low on her hips and fit rather tightly around her legs, except the back was cut out, revealing her ass.
Rosalee grabbed Fiona's wrist. "Now come out here and model them for your Mistress."
There were two other couples in the shop by this time who ogled openly as Fiona paraded across the room in her bottomless leather pants. She was still wearing her t-shirt, and Pam stared at it critically. "What do you suggest on the top, Rosie?"
Rosalee bit her lip. "That's always a problem with Miss Tits-a-lot, since she's so well endowed, but I think I have just the thing." She returned with a leather bikini top that tied around the back and around the neck with two small triangles in the front. "Let's try this. Take your top off."
In the middle of the store in front of the other customers, Fiona pulled her t-shirt over her head. It got stuck on her huge tits, and Rosie had to help her as she struggled free. She tied the strings around her back first and positioned the triangles in front. They managed to hold the big, bouncy tits up, which flowed over the sides creating a deep cleavage. Once the triangles were secured on the tits, Rosie tied the strings tightly around Fiona's neck. She stood back to survey the effect.
"What do you think, Pam?"
Pam told Fiona to walk across the room. The tits bounced and collided, but the leather strips stayed in place. "I think that will work. We'll take the whole outfit."
Rosie packed the outfit away and Pam and her slave left the store to prepare for their night at Miraleste. Once Fiona was dressed, Pam added a wide leather collar with an O-ring on the front. The collar was stiff and forced Fiona to hold her chin up. When they were ready to go, Pam didn't bother to cover her. It was already dark outside, and they'd just be walking to the car.
Pam pulled her car up into the alley behind the club and left it for the valet. Once outside the car, Pam attached a leather leash to Fiona's collar and led her to the door. She gave her club ID and password to the doorman, who ushered them inside. The club was already crowded with couples, most who were in the lifestyle, but there were a few who were just there as guests, along for the spectacle.
Although Fiona wasn't dressed any more unusually than any other slave, she attracted a lot of attention for her beauty and her huge tits. She glanced around the room hoping to catch sight of Sir Justin. She'd seen him here a few times, and he knew Pam. Sometimes he brought a slave, but never the same one. Fiona gathered that he trained slaves periodically and then released them to others. He was dark and handsome and mysterious. Some said he was called Sir Justin because he was actually an English lord.
Fiona stayed submissively behind her Mistress, head high but eyes downcast. Her exposed ass was burning and felt huge as Pam had seen fit to lay a waffle pattern spanking on her before they left. She felt as if it were glowing in the dark.
Pam led her up to a group, and when she heard the low smooth voice of Sir Justin, Fiona raised her eyes. His eyes, dark and intense, burned into hers. Fiona sensed he was interested in her, but she didn't want Pam to know she shared that interest. She hastily lowered her gaze but not before she signaled to him that she was aware of his presence. He wasn't with a slave tonight, but a woman dressed in normal evening wear. He kept his arm casually around her shoulders, and Fiona felt her own position at the end of Pam's leash intensely.
He asked, "Are you trading your slave tonight, Pam?"
"I'm not sure, why are you in the market?"
Fiona held her breath, as a woman's high-pitched screech from across the room interrupted them. "Oh my god, it's Fiona Tinselot."
Fiona's eyes flew up and her gaze locked onto a tall, attractive brunette. Her heart sank as she tried to shrink behind Pam. It was no use. It was Kelly Vickers in the flesh. The woman stormed the group, breaking into their circle. A man followed in her wake, naked with his huge cock encased in leather and secured to his abdomen. His ball sack hung below, also cupped in leather, and his nipples were pierced. The woman led him by a leash attached to a thick leather collar around his neck.
"It's really her, Danny." She glanced at the man behind her. "It's really Fiona Tinselot." Her frank look took in Fiona's bulging tits, collar, and leash. She circled around her and crowed with delight. "Come around here, Danny. Look, her ass is bare, and it looks like someone was a bad girl."
Pam noticed her slave's burning cheeks and grinned. "You know my slave?"
The woman stood in front of Pam. "Oh yes, I'm sorry. I do know your slave. She was once my boss."
Danny's eyes widened. "This is your former boss, the one you used to complain about every night?"
The woman laughed. "That's right. We used to call her the 'Bitch Goddess.' Nothing we did was ever good enough for her. She'd make us do it over ten times until she was satisfied. I can't believe it, Fiona Tinselot is a slave." She turned to Pam. "Is she yours?"
Pam nodded. "I'm her Mistress, but her name isn't Fiona Tinselot anymore. It's Miss Tits-a-lot."
Kelly shrieked with laughter. "That's perfect. We always knew they were fakes, but this just proves it." She reached both hands forward, flexing her fingers. Glancing at Pam, she asked, "May I?"
Pam gave permission, and Fiona stood stiffly as Kelly reached out and squeezed her tits with both hands as if they were giant melons. "Oh yeah, those are fake titties all right. How did you come to be here?"
