The beginning of the winter descended upon me. I was still living for the most part in Sophia's flat over the lingerie shop. I was still mostly out of action from the still healing ink. Well, and that my Mistress had fastened my many pierced cunt with a chain and lock, to stop me fingering myself remorselessly. Our rendezvous with my estranged husband was well into the planning stage. Mistress was making me new clothes to wear. I was an haute couture slut. I was not allowed to see them. Indeed, my only real daily activity was to insert and leave increasingly large plugs and dildos in my arse. (Yes, it's arse, I'm not from the USA.) It wasn't a bad life. I was exposed to increasingly extreme porn all day. (I was getting like Alex, in 'A Clockwork Orange'.)
I had been shared (pimped, I daresay) out to a few acquaintances of Mistress I was glad of the variety, even if I was just a mouth for them, while I healed. There had been a few photo shoots too, showing off my new piercings. I could write more about being the centre of a bukkake, but why? A bunch of over excited pervs wanking off over me. How dull. The protein was welcome though... I had no further lesbian encounters, compelled, or otherwise since I returned from Ireland. I talked with Aisling & she saw pictures of my later modifications and told me they were wonderful and very sexy. I didn't feel it, as I sat about or did some stock work in the shop, dressed in a short nightie and 6" heels.
One afternoon Sophia came into the lounge poured us both a drink and looked like the cat that had got the cream. "Well, Mistress? What's so good?"
"You have a visitor coming, soon. Go and put more foundation on & some mascara. I'll come & pick your clothes. You can wear one of the new ones I have made for you."
"Mistress? What's the occasion?"
"A special visitor is coming with Kirsten!"
We went upstairs, and She tossed me a new pair of the thinnest finest silk stockings I had ever seen. These were attached to a wonderful six strap suspender belt. I slipped into a pair of plain black heels. The dress, oh the dress. This was silk, off the shoulder, almost off the tit too. The skirt was mid-thigh and split along both sides It was thin and gauzy, it showed everything and was only lined around my cunt and arse, so they weren't immediately on display. I looked amazing. My black eyes and red lips gave me a wonderful slutty look. The stockings were so sheer all the ink work shined through.
We went back to the lounge to await our guest, with a Scotch and a cigarette. It wasn't a long wait. Juliet let Kirsten through the door to behind the lingerie shop. I heard the voice of the person with Kirsten and gasped. Mistress laughed. "Don't get cold feet now, Slut!" I ran my hands through my black spiky hair, with the Slut ownership tattoo on the side, clearly shown in the shaven part of my head, my fingers trembling. Thank god for cigarettes!
Sophia was in the hall talking with Kirsten, who I still owed a fuck to for my first day, and Milly my undergraduate daughter. They came in and I stood, head down with my hands behind my back. Displaying both my tits and arse. "Well ladies, I think you both know my live-in Slut, she will do on command anything I tell her to. With men or women. She's just had some more ink and I'm edging her now, so she'll eat you out but no more. Come and say hello Slut, before you leave a puddle on the floor."
I slinked across the room, embarrassed but incredibly wet too. "Hello Kirsten, It's been a little while." I kissed her, full on the lips, then turned to meet my daughter. "Hello Milly, how's University?"
She too gasped, looking me up and down. I towered over her in my heels. (Milly wore jeans and trainers, as I may have done, in my former life.) "Mum, is that you? Wow, you look so different. How do you know Miss Sophia?" We hugged.
She smiled embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Sophia looked up, laughed and offered everyone a seat, and a scotch. She passed a box of cigarettes too. Milly took the drink, but not the cigarette. Kirsten lit a light one of her own, and I lit another one, drawing on it deeply.
"So, Milly, you are interested in a little modelling?" She nodded looking straight at me. "Why?"
"Well, I'm interested in how I'll look...in having a bit of fun, and," she looked at me and then the floor and mumbled..." the money, will be good too. It's hard being a student, without your parents giving you loads of money." I was as red in the face as my lips, at that and even more angry than I usually was with George.
Sophia walked across the room and opened a sideboard and produced several bound volumes of photographs. Part of me hoped none of them were of me. Part of me hoped they were. It would be easier to explain. She sat next to Milly and the talked shop about the modelling. Some of this was about lingerie modelling, some things she mentioned were very soft core. No more pornographic than page 3 used to be. (I did and do hate that though. Porn's what it is, and I am involved, but who want's tit shots now? Kids do that themselves on Facebook.)
Kirsten came to sit on the arm of my chair and top up my drink. "How are you Elizabeth, I haven't seen you since you came back from Ireland. I love your hair and make-up." She looked at me intently. "It's not make-up is it?"
I shook my head, "No it's ink! I love it." Milly looked up at that and smiled weakly. "How do you know Milly? Through work?"
She nodded, then answered, "The Company I work for ran some ads, at the University, asking for underwear models. Sophia is part of the selection process. I didn't know she was your daughter! I never knew your last name."
"Oh, don't worry darling, she had to know sooner or later, it may as well be from me, rather than see some movie of me fucking."
