I walked slowly on the parquet floor, along the brightly lit and mirrored corridor towards the exercise room, the echo from the sound of my high heeled boots filling my ears as I walked; slowly, because I dared not be too early; timing was everything for Mr Butt.
I was dressed and made up as instructed – my long blonde hair was tied up in 2 bunches, high on the side of my head just behind and above my ears; I was wearing full make up with , of course, bright red lipstick; around my neck was a shiny black leather collar, 2 inches deep with the word 'SlutGirl' spelled out in Rhinestones.
My full tits were bursting out of the half cup black bra which was deliberately a size too small; round my waist a black leather belt with matching Rhinestones which spelled 'Property of Mr Butt';covering my aching pussy and butt (2 solid hours of merciless self masturbation with Mr Butt's favourite dildo and butt plug had been my warm up activity) was a size 8 pair (again one size too small) of black cotton M&S briefs; my bare thighs rippled as I walked along in my black patent 6" stiletto knee high lace up boots.
I entered the Exercise Room as instructed at 6.00am; Mr Butt was always up early to exercise. Although I had been through this scenario hundreds of times before, I was trembling with anticipation as I opened the door as there was always something slightly different about how he would arrange things on each occasion; even without that slight sense of the thrill of the unknown, the unexpected, I would tremble anyway because I so much enjoyed to watch him exercise and so much enjoyed the duties he would expect me to perform at such times.
The Exercise room, walls also mirrored from floor to ceiling, was as usual, brightly lit. Mr Butt, was doing his regular press ups on the special piece of apparatus he had designed for the purpose. The apparatus was of tubular steel construction with soft leather pads in appropriate sections where Mr Butt might rest his body; His leather gloved hands were placed on one of the tubes raised exactly 4 feet above the marble floor as he slowly and mechanically raised his chest up till his arms were fully extended and then lowered himself down till his chest nearly rested against the steel.
His feet were supported similarly against the opposing bar of tubular steel this bar being 3 feet above the floor. In fact his naked chest could not rest against the steel but rather came to rest against Emma's thighs as she was supported under him in such a way as to be bent forward at a suitable angle so that when at the low point of his press up, his face nestled neatly between her protruding ass cheeks and his body against her thighs and legs.
Emma, as ever (the dirty fuck slut that she is) had both arms behind her, hands on her asscheeks, nails in the crack and cheeks spread wide for her almost completely naked Master. I watched mesmerized as he went through his routine for a few iterations – with arms fully extended, he gazed into her asshole before spitting a large gob of saliva into her 'brown eye' in what I knew would be a direct hit.
On the downstroke, his face fitted perfectly between her cheeks at the same time as his engorged member slid between the heels of her white lace up kneeboots, stretching his skin back over the knob end to near breaking point while he feasted on his own spit deep inside her darkest hole, grunting as he did so. This much was as I expected.
What was unexpected was to see Lexi, our new slut trainee from Poland lying face down on Mr Butt's back, nude but for her 6" steel heel stilettos, her right hand encircling his body to grip his cock when it emerged from between Emma's boot heels and her left hand, as I thought at the time, buried between her own thighs, presumed masturbating herself. (I later discovered that in reality her left hand was wedged between his ass, her nails tickling his hypersensitive asshole).
I continued to watch as only seconds in fact had passed as he raised himself once again, spat, and began his descent. This time I watched the curve of his ample belly squash itself against Emma's outstretched and booted calves, as Lexy, much shorter than Mr B. and no doubt on his prior instruction, spat copious wads of spit on his middle back and licked and slobbered all over him and moaning obscenities in her native tongue.
