Master released me from the tree and quickly positioned both hubby and me on our knees next to one another.
He handed me a brief and simple contract and ordered me to read it aloud.
Obediently I read the contract as demanded.
"You have agreed to be Master's dirty married white whore for the remainder of Master's trip, subsequent trips to this hotel where we are both present and an annual trip to Los Angeles, where I as your Master resides, should you be able to do so. You and your cuckold husband will make every effort to make the annual trip to LA a tradition and the trip should be for a period of no less than 72 hours.
Further, during these periods, you are required to comply with any order that Master provides as long as it is not illegal, permanent in nature (other than required piercings and markings that are not deemed permanent as a result of them being removable), or puts you in a position of being arrested. A safe word "RED" can be used at anytime and a discussion between Master and slut will ensue. The use of this word will require a period of a full hour without any play, period. You agree not to use the safe word, and even if used it will not be recognized, if used for any person other than yourself.
You will not engage in sexual activity with anyone during your ownership periods without Master's consent including that of your husband. Additionally, this named slut should never be allowed to orgasm without permission of her Master."
The signature block read DNA and Master said that if agreed to, I was required to mark the contract with my cunt juice.
Just reading the contract pushed me into a deeper state of arousal and I eagerly shoved two fingers into my wet and dripping cunt and marked the paper without hesitation.
Cucky's contract read nearly identical though much less structured, and similarly he was required to read it out loud. Prior to this evening we had played with Bulls and he had been a cuckold but there had always been a dialogue and conversation. This was the first situation where cucky was blind to what transpired earlier and still here we were before our new Master. We have not had a chance to have a dialog and yet, my superiority and domination of hubby was clearly the most important factor. Hubby was my pawn and now the pawn for anyone I deemed worthy of such.
The actions that had taken place earlier had cucky in a deep state of submission and given all of these factors, I was not surprised how quickly cucky spit into his hand and marked his respective contract.
Immediately thereafter, Master spoke, "next my dirty white slut and her sissy cuckold husband will receive a collar signifying my ownership."
Master took hold of a thin metal collar which read, "owned married white slut", and locked it around my neck. Subsequently, Master did the same with cucky and his read, "owned married sissy cuckold".
Master then whispered into my ear and I whispered back. He then reached into my purse and removed the chastity cage I had obediently brought per Master's earlier instructions. Master ordered us both to stand and then demanded that I remove cucky's suit and lock my husband into his cage.
cucky was hard and the act was proving difficult. Surprisingly, Jannette approached aggressively with a bowl of ice and began icing cucky's hard little white cock and balls. Within a minute, cucky's tiny male clit softened and I locked him as ordered.
Master placed the key, attached with a chain, around his neck for all to see and then spoke, "this little white sissy is properly locked and I will keep control of the sole key for the remainder of my trip. These respective locks are the initial symbols of my ownership of this couple."
Master then turned back to me and another gentleman approached and spoke with Master. I was unsure what was taking place but the gentleman quickly produced a piercing gun and I feared the inevitable and now understood the purposed of the provisions in our respective contracts.
Minutes later both of my breasts were pierced with a bar and a dangling queen of spades. My nipples are incredibly sensitive and the procedure was as painful an experience as I had endured in my life. The individual doing the piercing was crude as he saw my welted and bruised breasts and took satisfaction in verbally degrading me as a slut.
Thereafter, I wondered if my nipples would ever again be soft and how the piercings would look when in a bra and other coverage. The only comfort I could garner was from Master's contract; the worst case scenario was that I could remove them. Strangely, as I looked at them I was even more horny and excited if possible. The fact that my battered breasts were now pierced as my Master's BBC slut had my married tight white pussy more than wet and the proper word might be nearing the state of being sloppy.
My breasts were pulsating in pain and pleasure as the hood of my drenched pussy lips just above my clit was pierced with an exact replica of what each of my breasts bore. I was unsure if I was more embarrassed about being pierced there or what the individual communicated to Master. "Your owned cunt's pussy is absolutely sopping."
While blushing and in an even deeper state of submission, an artist approached. A queen of spades emblem was painted on my left cheek, my lower back, my abdomen, my left breast and finally my ankle. The artist continued with my husband and he was marked with a jack of spades tattoo on his left cheek, his left breast, his lower back, his shaved pubic area and his ankle. I had learned and unsure whether others would understand the symbol, but it was quickly revealed by Master so there was no confusion. Master communicated, the Jack of Spades tattoo that my owned slave now bears is symbolic of a cuckold who accepts and encourages his wife's preference for having sexual relations exclusively with black men and he too, is sexually submissive to both her and her black lovers."
Master had us rise now both completely naked (heels for me being the only exception) and introduced us as his newly owned couple going through a detailed dialogue on the various collars, cage, piercings and markings each of us wore as his respective slut and slave. I felt surprisingly proud being chosen to be his white married slut and my excitement was easily recognizable as I smiled widely, hugged hubby and kissed him on he cheek. I spoke to hubby for the first time in hours, "This is amazing honey, are you as excited as I am?"
