As evening rolled around Mistress told us what she expected of us, "You will all be pushed to extremes girls. You know your safe words and gestures. If it gets to be too much, don't hesitate to use them." Then she looked at Nancy and Annie, "You girls are new to the humiliation of being slaves. There is no shame in admitting something is simply overwhelming and want it to stop. Do you understand?" They both responded, "Yes Mistress."
All of us wore the dresses the men had sent us, they matched the jeweled plugs in our asses. Nancy wore bright yellow, Marsha red, Sue wore light blue, Annie wore pearl white, Julie wore lavender and I wore green. Mistress wore red, but unlike us, she wore underwear. All we had on were very short dresses, stockings, garters and heels. The dresses were so short that people could see the tops of our stockings.
As we bent to get into the van, the Master's playfully slapped our asses. Each slap drove the plugs deeper into our assholes. When Mistress started to get into the van, the men did not slap here. She turned and said, "Is my ass too old and wrinkled for you to slap? You better slap me and I better feel it!" Everyone laughed as they both gave her ass a vicious slap. Mistress yelped and reached back to rub her ass and giggled, "That's better."
The men took us to a sleazy looking bar in the nasty area of town. As we got out of the van, another van pulled up with the men that were paying to use and abuse us for the weekend. They turned us around and cuffed our wrists behind our backs and then attached leashed to our collars and led us into the bar.
As soon as we went in the people started to hoot and holler, obviously they were expecting us. They tied the ends of our leashes to the bar and had us turn around to face the audience. The crowd was a mix of people of all races, mostly in their 30's and 40's. I was surprised to see there were almost as many women there as men.
Mike started to speak to the crowd, "You all know what these whores are here for and they are here voluntarily. Have a great time, but remember if they use a safe word or gesture, you must stop whatever you are doing."
The men consisted of Paul, the man about to get married, his father and uncle Mike and Paul, and the other 3 men invited to the bachelor weekend that I am simply calling Moe, Larry and Curly. Mike said, "Bend over girls so the guests can inspect your bodies." As we started to obey Mike said, "Oh shit, we forgot to remove your dresses. Crap we can't remove the dresses because you are cuffed. Now what?"
I thought he would simply release us so we could take off our dresses and then put the cuffs back on. Wrong! He took a scissor and cut off the dresses so we were bare assed naked in front of a roomful of strangers. As we bent over we could feel our big tits hang low and sway as the people came up and inspected our bodies. We all felt our tits being groped, fingers pushed into our assholes, brandings rubbed. Some of the women pushed their fingers in our assholes and then wiped them along our tits and faces. They laughed and called us "dirty skanks."
One of the women asked about the plugs in our assholes and Mistress explained that the jewels at the end were our birthstones and that we wore them 24/7. Then Mistress turned around and lifted her dress and pulled her panties down and showed the crowd the plug that she wore as well.
The crowd roared in approval, but one jackass called out, "Cover up that old nasty ass!" People gasped at how rude that sounded. Mistress immediately took control of the situation. She asked, "What is your name Sir?" He responded, "Marvin."
