Chapter 1: The Tulsa Twins
"Which would you like to use today Master?" Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained variety of different sized dildos on a silver platter. The vast array of toys came in a host of colors ranging from pink and red to black and blue. There were toys with ridges, bumps, and even little eggs. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a plethora of anal plugs with a range of shapes, sizes and features and another tray filled with a selection of clamps, clips, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient amount of pain would accompany any pleasure.
Deborah's sister Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the room, her firm legs spread with a heavy steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her delicate ankles with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were identical twins and were the biggest pop idol sensation a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cookie cutter suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to store like groups of worker ants, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from Empire Records.
Larry was in his early sixties, overweight and generally unattractive, but that didn't matter because he was also rich, powerful and well connected. There was no shortage of little whores with stars in their eyes and cocks in their holes who would do literally anything for a chance at fame.
With regard to the Tulsa Twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nothing. He had put them on the fast track. Every billboard, article and stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa Twins. "This one", Larry said as he picked up a long floppy rubber pink dildo that sprung back and forth in his hand. He moved to hover over Lauren's supple body, watching it shimmer in the lamp light of his modest home. He had money to be sure, but Larry never understood the need to flaunt it like some men. Most of his wealth was well hidden in the basement where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.
Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weight rested on her arms, enjoying the view of the drool that escaped the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the rest of her body, hadn't been washed in at least a week. "You really do smell disgusting Lauren", he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a long time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn't even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry hole and locked it in place. "You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours", he lectured. "I'm going to make you regret what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life."
He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentences repeated habitually for the past six years. On most days this simple ceremony was the most human contact she received all day; a small amount of torture, then back to isolation and madness. After a year she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.
Her book wasn't slander of course. Larry Perlman had done everything she said; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and more. But she didn't need to be so ugly and public about it. "You wanted fame, I gave it to you. I used my power and connections to make you stars", he said as he selected the perfect anal plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching tits. In fact, her nipples spent the majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief periods of liberation each day were somehow more painful?
"You were very kind for jump starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir", squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren's book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a popular solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her last press release simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career women to give up their ambitions and find a nice man to take care of them. Deborah was a cultural idol and Larry had to wonder how many bright eyed girls had decided not to pursue a profession that year because of the words of their hero.
He picked Lauren up by her neck, pressing hard on her throat, feeling the limpness of her body as her empty eyes stared past him. There was nothing left in her to torture, but that didn't mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to serve as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may have had thoughts of publishing allegations of their own. She was a living meat doll whose existence had been reduced a few simple words; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.
"Deborah, be a good little doll and put this thing back in its cage", he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.
"Absolutely Master", Deborah replied with a smile and an enthusiastic bounce of her ample tits as she grabbed her sister by the collar and dragged her toward the stairs. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bound as she was but her twin was doing most of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the cage that sat in a corner of the dank basement, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her curves were extenuated with every graceful cat like movement as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.
"I'm so sorry Master; all those mean, untrue things my sister said about you in that book..." She climbed up on his lap and he could feel her heat against his body.
"Don't worry about it Deborah, that was a long time ago." Larry kissed her neck and heard her purr.
"It still bothers me. I just feel like I have to make up for what she did. It's my purpose." *Hypnosis will do that*.
He smiled at her and moved his lips closer as his pole slid inside the wet, willing hole that had become Deborah Tulsa. "If that's you feel I understand", he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his manhood deep into her juices and inner folds. "This was all your decision."
As Larry enjoyed the warmth of his slave's flesh wrapped around his member, his thoughts were drawn to a new talent that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few days. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the cheeks of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, heart and body of the most desirable woman on the planet; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.
Chapter 2: The Arrival
I had gotten lost three times while trying to find the correct house. I never was very good with directions. There were just so many streets and so many names and numbers for me to keep track of. When I finally found the right address, I was confused. The residence didn't look lavish at all and I was surprised that such a famous music executive would live in such a place. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that I was at the right house. I approached the modest door and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being famous nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the promenade where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to time. Last Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, chief executive and producer with Empire Records. He said he fell in love with my little street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.
After a few moments and the muted thumps of something falling, the door opened to reveal an overweight yet gentle and vaguely familiar looking man. Behind him were the naked, sweat covered forms of two lean blonde girls sprawled out on the floor on full display but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my view. I knew that the rich and famous lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my cheeks heating up with a bright red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the last thing I wanted to be was an imposition.
I could feel Mr. Perlman's eyes appraising me as they traveled from my small feet which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the shiny black latex mini skirt that clung to my hips. His gaze continued to travel further to my firm little breasts that pushed against the thin material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean jacket and finally to the delicate features of my face. He had an excellent poker face. I couldn't tell if he was pleased, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight on my high heels nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.
The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twins. I even remembered when my best friend scored tickets to one of their shows and invited me along. We knew all their signature dance moves and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the breast jiggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must have practiced that one for hours until I got it just right. Grab and squeeze my small left breast, lick my right forefinger, jiggle my breasts, slide my saliva covered finger between my legs and grab and squeeze my perky right breast. Deborah's move was a lot harder. She would spread her legs, bend over and slap her ass, moving her fingers from the front where her vagina was up the back past her anus, and then she'd spin around, arch her back while thrusting her ample breasts out and grab and cup her pubic mound and start thrusting as her fingers slid up and down. I had so much trouble getting that one right but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.
My crystal blue eyes were fixed on the two sisters on the floor of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all fours with a creamy white substance that looked like it may have been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her tongue. At least I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.
