Previously -- Cheryl Cole, after willing being Alexandra Burke's sex slave consented to being put up for grabs to a new Mistress. Her former media rival Lily Allen won the competition at the UK's version of the D Club and so Cheryl had a new Mistress that she agreed to serve willingly. Having discovered the ecstasy and excitement of complete submission Cheryl was now determined to embrace it further...
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Cheryl Cole gave a look both ways as she set off across the pavement. Not that anyone would have recognised her in how she was dressed. She had on a tiny white cut off shirt which was so short that it displayed the very bottom of her pert breasts. And she wore a black micro skirt and a set of high heels. Other than her hat and her large sunglasses that was it - no bra and no panties just as her new Mistress Lily Allen had told her to be when they met in this poor area of London.
Lily sat in her car and watched her newly acquired slave cross the road dressed like a crack whore and smirked, then she sounded her car horn and laughed as Cheryl hurried across to her. Cheryl trotted over to the pavement and leaned into Lily's car, only too aware that she must resemble a streetwalker approaching a client.
"Mistress Lily, may I please enter your car?"
Lily smirked again and pressed a button that unlocked the passenger side door.
"Get in before I change my mind slut."
Cheryl hurried around and sighed as she collapsed into the passengers' seat.
"You know what I want?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you want to please your Mistress, don't you pet?"
A silent nod came from the Geordie superstar. Oh, yes she wanted to please her new Mistress. She wanted to show her she could be a good little slave.
Of course they were hated rivals in public. Had called each other all the bitchy names under the sun. But now with Cheryl discovering her submissive side she had come into the possession of her most hated rival and it turned out both girls more than got off on treating Cheryl Cole like a piece of worthless shit. Cheryl was, in fact, loving this role finding herself in a constant state of arousal at her submission.
"Here's the cash. If he wants more then you are just going to have to find some other way to pay him. But whatever, don't leave that place without it. OK?"
She handed Cheryl £60 and they both knew that was never going to be enough money. Lily watched as the waif like slave moved off and entered the tattoo parlour. She couldn't wait to see her when she re-emerged.
The tattoo parlour was seriously trashy. Cheryl felt like such a skank coming into a dive like this, but that also aroused her and she had to fight off the urge to reach under her short skirt and finger herself. It was a one man operation and after a flush of a toilet he emerged from a battered door at the back of the shop and stared at his latest potential client. He was fat and bald and dressed in a greasy wife beater vest and ragged jeans. He indicated his tattered reclining chair and Cheryl tentatively staggered towards it on weak legs.
"You Lily's girl?"
"Yes."
"Good. I've been expecting you. I know what she wants, it's cash up front. Hundred pounds."
"I've only got this."
Cheryl handed over the cash Lily had given her.
"Then how you going to pay girl? 'Cos if I know little Miss Lily you don't want to go out there and disappoint her. Got a right temper that little Madame does and no mistake!"
Cheryl fluttered her considerable eyelashes at the disgusting man.
"Look love, we both know the score here don't we? You give me the cash you do have and then get on your knees and give me a nice blow job and I can give you the ink you need, OK? Good, I'll take that and you come in her and get on your knees!"
On her cheap heels Cheryl wobbled and was led into the back room and she dropped to her knees on a cold concrete floor right beside a disgusting looking and smelling toilet bowl. The Artist flipped his slimy thick cock out of his tracksuit bottoms and prodded it forward until it pressed against Cheryl's lips.
This was the absolute nadir for Cheryl Cole. She was a UK Superstar, one of the most famous women in the land and yet here she was about to blow a disgusting individual for the equivalent of forty quid. She couldn't explain why but this whole scenario was arousing her. Her Mistress had led her to this and Cheryl wanted to please her Mistress. She opened her mouth and he put his cock in until his heavy balls slapped against her chin and his fat belly pressed against her forehead. It was claustrophobic in there, in a that tiny, stinking room, surrounded by fat and flab while her mouth was working hard to get him off and please him. Even so she had to fight the temptation to reach down and touch herself while she blew him.
He was hard and fast with his thrusts into her mouth, obviously in a hurry to cum. This was not how Cheryl Cole was used to being treated she was always treated like a delicate Princess by her few previous lovers but this new life was something else entirely and her dark side was flushed with excitement and arousal. Drool was falling from the sides of her mouth, she was making strange noises as he pumped in and out and then she felt a hot jet of cum spray against the back of her throat and the sensation of it slowly draining down into her belly. He grunted and squeezed the remnants of his cum on her pouting lips then became all businesslike again as he zipped up his jeans.
"Right, get that shirt off and get on the chair, we'd better get on with this before anyone else turns up!"
Cheryl got up and pulled her short shirt off over her head and bared her chest to the man. Despite her thin frame her tits we pert and firm and the tattoo artist couldn't stop himself reaching out, cupping them and fondling them before pushing her on her ass in the large leather chair. Then he got to work on his latest artistic effort.
Two hours later Cheryl left the parlour. Again she was unsteady. This had been what her Mistress had wanted and she had done it. Surely that would please her young Mistress. It was getting dark now and this really was a shitty area of the city for a pretty young woman dressed as Cheryl was to be wandering about in. She stood where she had expected Lily's car to be but there was no sign and she crossed her arms over her breasts and started to slowly panic.
It was a panic only increased as an old, battered looking vagrant slowly wheeled a bashed shopping trolley along the pavement towards her. Cheryl hugged herself a little harder and prayed Mistress Lilly would appear soon. But she didn't and all too soon the tramp and his chariot came up to Cheryl and he, not too gently, rammed it into her side.
"Ow, watch out!"
Squealed Cheryl.
He flashed her a toothless grin.
