A Day in the Life of My Sub Slut

A Day in the Life of My Sub Slut 9

This is a work of fiction. The events described here did not necessarily happen in real life.

In the first four chapters of this story, I have taken you through a day in which Elaine gets used and humiliated in various ways by complete strangers

Chapters 5 and 6 (Training Elaine, Pts 1 & 2) are a prequel, in which I explain how Elaine came to be such a well-trained sub slut. In Chapters 7 and 8, we moved on to meet Elaine's mother, whom I also converted to a sub slut.

Readers should be forewarned that this chapter involves BDSM, interracial sex, and incest. If those are not your thing, read other chapters. If you do decide to read this chapter, you probably should read Chapters 4- 8 first, so that you understand Elaine and her mother and my relationship with them.

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"Oh, hi, Paula! I was about to give up on hearing from you!"

"Yes, of course my offer still stands. Just give me a little time to make some arrangements."

"Sure. Friday should be good. My place at 8?"

"Good. I can't wait to see you!"

I met Paula at a party thrown by my friends Martin and Alice, where my two sluts provided the entertainment. She is a gorgeous 31-year-old trophy wife of a rich lobbyist -- who clearly does not take care of her sexual needs. She was amazingly appreciative of the rather desultory fucking I gave her as we watched Elaine and Melva being gangbanged while manacled in stocks. I had offered to give her a private show and a proper fuck. So she is calling to accept the offer. Let's see...what kind of a show do we think she'd like?

Tuesday, 9:30 a.m.

Elaine is bent over the desk in my office with my cock buried deep in her cunt when my cell phone rings. I glance at the screen and see that it's a call I've been expecting. I slow the pace, but keep pumping in and out of the slut, who moans in appreciation as I pick up the phone.

"Jerome! Thanks for calling me back!"

"Yes, good to hear from you, too. Hey, I was wondering if you might be free this Friday night, for a gig similar to what you did for me a couple of weeks ago."

"Yes, the same two sluts. And the same pay."

"Great! My place at 7:45? You have my card, but call if you need directions."

"Awesome! See you then!"

By now, Elaine is moaning loudly, probably contemplating Jerome's big black cock in her cunt. I pick up the pace, slamming my hard dick into her wet, sloppy hole. "Oh, god...oh, yes...Yes, yes, YES!! Oh, god, fuck me hard! I need your cock so much! Ah, ah, ah!!!"

"You are such a fuck slut."

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I'm your fuck slut. I'm your dirty little whore. I just need your cock so much! I need you to make me cum! Oh, god, yes! Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! AHHHH... OH GOD... OHHHHHH... UNGGGGGHHHHH.... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her head flies back, her eyes roll up, and her body goes rigid, as tremors course through it. I pull out and stroke my cock until it spurts cum all over Elaine's round ass and arched back, as she collapses on the desk, breathing raggedly.

"OK, Cunt, time to get to work."

Elaine sighs and begins to clean the cum off her body and straighten up her clothes. "So what are you plotting with Jerome?"

"Oh, just a little private party. You'll like it."

"Well, I do like Jerome. He's a nice guy."

"With a really big cock."

"Yes. With a really big cock."

Friday, 9:30 a.m.

"OK, Cunt. No fucking this morning. We've got a little party coming tonight, and I don't want you to be all fucked out."

"Oh, please! I need your cock! I'll be fine tonight, whatever this party is! Please give me your cock!"

"Well...you can suck it a bit, but no fucking. Here." I pull my dick out of my pants and turn toward her. She scrambles to kneel in front of me. She greedily takes my semi-erect rod into her mouth and begins eagerly sucking. My cock hardens as she takes it deep into her throat, then swirls her tongue around the tip as she draws her mouth back. Then she comes forward again until her lips are buried in my pubic hair, my cock lodged in her throat. It takes only about five minutes of this to bring me to, and over, the edge. "Oh, yeah, slut. Oh, god that's good! I'm gonna cum! Open your mouth, Cunt!" I pull out and begin stroking my cock, her mouth open wide just inches from its tip. "Oh, god, yes! Take my cum, slut!!" I spurt stream after stream of hot, sticky jism into her waiting mouth. She eagerly swallows. When the cum stops, she uses one finger to scoop the random splatters of cum that fell on her cheeks and chin into her mouth, then sucks the finger clean.

"OK. That's it."

"But I need to cum, too!!"

"No. Not this morning. In fact, not today. I want you to be ready for tonight. Now, here, put this on." I hand her the by-now familiar combination dildo and clit tickler that I control from my cell phone.

"Oh, my god! Not that thing! You will just tease me with it all day!"

"Oh, come on. You love to have your clit and cunt teased. Now slip it in." Elaine gives me a pouty look, but slides the pink device into her cunt, the nubbed plate on the end snug against her clit. I take out my phone and slide the controls. I can tell from her squirming reaction that it is having the desired effect. She's right. I will tease her with this periodically all day.

"OK. Wipe the cum off your face and get back to work. And be at my place at 7:30 tonight."

Friday, 5 p.m.

"Hello, Bitch. Are you ready for our little party tonight? And where is my scotch? It's 5 o'clock!" Melva hurries to pour me a glass of her 12-year-old Glenfiddich single-malt scotch, feeling guilty for not having it ready, even though I didn't tell her I was coming.

"Yes, sir. I think so, sir. Do you need anything else?"

"Well...I don't think you really are ready, Bitch. I think we need to get you into the proper mindset. Let's go into the bedroom." Melva senses what is coming and she is torn. She knows that I am going to torture her for god knows how long. And she knows she is going to love it.

"Go get your box of toys. Then sit here in front of your laptop." Melva hastens to get the box of BDSM implements from the closet shelf, then sits obediently in the chair at her computer. As she knows I will, I tie her ankles to the legs of the chair and her elbows and wrists to the arms of the chair. Then I force a ball gag into her mouth and strap it behind her head. "We don't want you making a lot of noise and disturbing the neighbors."

I log into her laptop -- which by now is as much mine as hers -- and open a website that features hooded men torturing bound, beautiful women. "Ah. This looks like a good one." I click on a video clip and the screen is filled with the image of a voluptuous, naked woman strapped to a table, her arms stretched above her head and her wrists tied to rings in the corners of the table, her legs pulled back above her shoulders, with her ankles fastened to the same rings, ass and cunt exposed. A large man in a black hood is flogging her thighs and ass with a leather whip, occasionally bringing it down squarely on her cunt. The woman is screaming, especially shrilly when the whip lands on her naked, exposed cunt. As red welts appear on her milky flesh, her tormentor occasionally pauses to grope her private parts, sticking his fingers alternately into her obviously wet cunt and asshole.

"This should hold your attention for a while, Bitch. This video runs about an hour. I'll be back." Melva's eyes are glued to the screen and she is beginning to breathe hard around the ball gag in her mouth. Yes, she will be entertained -- and frustrated -- for a while. I pick up my scotch and repair to a comfortable chair in the living room, listening to the shrill shrieks of pain coming from the laptop and Melva's labored breathing and snorting around the ball gag in her mouth. I take out my phone and use the hour to catch up on the day's news.

When I judge that the video is about to end, I return to the bedroom. The scene on the screen is now a nude woman tied over a sawhorse, wrists tied to one set of legs, ankles to the other. A heavy leather belt around her waist secures her to the crossbar, and a large vibrator is strategically fastened to the wooden device so that it presses against her clit. Her tormentor is flogging her bare ass as she writhes and moans from the combination of sexual stimulation of her clit and the pain in her red ass. Melva is almost as excited and disheveled as the woman on the screen. Her hair sticks to her wet, sweaty cheeks and forehead and drool drips from the corners of her mouth around the ball gag, as she strains forward and moans at the degradation being meted out on the laptop screen. Her slender body is covered with a sheen of sweat and her muffled cries rival those of the slut being tortured in the video.

"OK, Bitch. Enough play time. You need to get cleaned up for the party." Her eyes remain glued to the screen as I undo her bonds and remove the gag. Even as I lead her to the bathroom for a much-needed shower, she is looking back over her shoulder at the woman being tortured. "Go get showered now. And DO NOT touch your cunt! You are not to cum, or even touch yourself, before the party. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Louder. I can't hear you!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, I promise not to touch myself before the party... but I need to cum so badly!!"

"Good girl. You'll get a chance to cum later. Right now, go get showered. And show up at my place promptly at 7:30. I don't care what you wear -- I'll have some party clothes for you."

"Yes, sir. I'll be there at 7:30." I leave her standing in the middle of the bedroom, a naked, sweaty, disheveled mess, take the last sip of my second scotch, and let myself out.

Friday, 7:30 p.m.

"Ah, good. I see that you sluts are learning some punctuality! Come on in. Let's go upstairs." I follow them up to the bedroom. "I've laid some things out on the bed for you. The black outfit is for you, Cunt, and the purple one is for Bitch. Now get dressed and put on some makeup -- you know what I like."

As the sluts dutifully begin stripping, I head back downstairs and settle in to wait for the other guests. Promptly at 7:45, the doorbell rings and I find Jerome on the front stoop, a big grin on his face. "Hey, come on in, buddy! Thanks for coming!"

"Any time! Happy to be here!"

"The sluts are upstairs, and I'd like you to wait a bit before coming up. So help yourself to something to drink -- there's beer in the fridge and hard liquor in that cabinet. Our guest of honor is coming at 8, and I'm saving you for a surprise, so try to stay out of sight until I text you to come up. OK?"

Jerome seems a bit puzzled at my mention of a "guest of honor", but clearly decides I must know what I'm talking about. "Sounds good, boss. OK if I take my beer in there and watch the game on that big-ass TV?" He indicates my study, which is off behind the kitchen, out of sight of the front door.

I tell him, "Sure," and head back upstairs to check on the sluts. I find them dressed in the outfits I laid out for them -- Elaine in black patent heels, black back-seam stockings, and a black bustier with a shelf bra that extends her massive tits horizontally nearly six inches, Melva in nothing but a purple garterbelt, purple back-seam stockings and purple satin heels, an outfit intended to maximize the amount of bare skin available for whatever use I might require. Completing both outfits are leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The sluts are applying their makeup -- bright red lipstick, heavy eye shadow with glitter, and long, fake eyelashes. I admire their handiwork -- they've really gotten good at creating just the slutty look I love.

"OK. Enough primping. Bitch, get up on the bed, on your back, arms and legs spread." She hastens to do so. Once she is spread-eagled, I clip the chains that are attached to the four corners of my bed to her cuffs, then tighten the chains so that she is barely able to move. I complete the tableaux with a blindfold and a ball gag. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," I say to the bound, blindfolded, gagged slut. "And you, Cunt, I want you on your knees with your hands behind your back, in front of my chair." Elaine obediently assumes the required position as I exit the room and go downstairs.

I barely have time to pour myself a scotch and check in on Jerome and his game (the Nationals are winning!) when the doorbell rings. I love it when my women are punctual!

"Hey, beautiful! So good to see you! Thanks for coming!" Paula is dressed in a silky red, low-cut wrap-around sort of thing that shows off her gorgeous tits and round, sexy ass. Her hair is in an upswept do held up with a ruby-studded comb (and I'm guessing they are real rubies). She is wearing red lipstick that matches her dress and eye shadow that shades from dark red at her mascaraed lashes to a light pinkish tone below her eyebrows -- heavy enough to be sexy, but not slutty. God, this woman was a find!

"I could barely wait to see you! And I wouldn't miss this 'show' you promised! Here, I brought a little something to get us started." In ogling her body, I had completely missed the fact that she was holding a bottle of something in a festive foil bag. I take it as I lean forward, put my other arm around her and, pulling her up against me, give her a deep kiss.

I escort Paula in, and removing the cold bottle from its bag, find myself holding a 2008 Dom Perignon limited edition champagne. "Mmmm... I think we'd better drink this right away, before it passes its prime!", I say with mock concern. Paula giggles as I gather up two champagne glasses and fill a bucket with ice, then motion for her to lead the way upstairs.

Three or four steps ahead of me, she turns and says over her shoulder, "You just want to follow me so you can look at my ass!"

"I am NOT looking at your ass! I'm looking up your skirt!" More giggles.

We enter the bedroom. Elaine is still in her place, hands behind her back in front of my chair. Melva is quietly waiting, bound spread-eagled on the bed, blindfolded, not knowing what to expect. Good sluts. I set up the ice bucket on a side table and pour two flutes of champagne, then sit in my chair and pull Paula down onto my knee, one arm around her waist, the other hand holding a champagne flute. She looks down at Elaine and smiles.

"My, my. I see the show has already started!"

"The show is on pause, waiting for you, my dear."

I clink my champagne flute to Paula's and we each take a sip of the delicious nectar. "Paula, you've met Cunt. Cunt, how about showing Paula what a horny slut you are. Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, god, yes!! You've been teasing me all day with that infernal device, but you never let me cum! Please, please may I cum?? Can I have your cock?"

"No, you may not have my cock -- how rude would that be, to fuck you in front of my guest? But you may cum on your fingers if you wish." Without further protestations, Elaine's hand flies to her crotch and her fingers begin stroking her cuntlips and clit. Soon, she is pumping two fingers in and out of her hole, making loud, squishy sounds that testify to how wet she is. As her excitation builds, her hips begin bucking and her breath comes faster and faster...

"Aaaahhhhh... Oh, god... AAAAAHHHHHGGGGG!!!" She slams her fingers deep into her cunt as her back arches and her head falls back as the tremors pass through her body. One last jerk of her hips and she collapses back onto her heels. "Oh, my god... I needed that so much!!"

I reach forward and grab her by the hair as I unzip my pants and pull out my semi-hard cock. "Suck it, Cunt." Elaine bends forward and takes my rod in her mouth. She takes in the head, rolls her tongue around it, and begins bobbing up and down in her patented lick-and-swallow cocksucking motion.

As Elaine sucks my cock, my hands move up to Paula's tits, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, then she leans back to kiss me, her tongue searching out mine. My hands slip inside her dress. As I had hoped and expected, no bra stands between my fingers and her soft tits and erect nipples.

"I think we need to lose this dress, beautiful and sexy as it is." Paula stands, undoes the sash at her waist, and drops the dress to the floor. She smiles and stands before me in a red waist cincher, garterbelt, and red stockings, hands raised above her head, awaiting my approval. No panties. She pulls the comb out of her hair and gently shakes her head, so that her auburn tresses fall in soft waves to her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes look down at me lustfully. My gaze falls to her flat belly and long, shapely legs. I motion for her to turn around so that I can look at her sexy ass and then again at the bare mound of her cunt. God, what a goddess! I reach out and take her naked hips in my hands and pull her back down onto my knee. Our lips meet again for a deep kiss, my fingers pulling on her rock-hard nipples. One hand slips down to her shaven crotch. She spreads her legs to allow access to her moistening cunt.

"Oh, god, that's good! Yes, right there! Oh, god, rub my clit!" As always, I am more than willing to oblige a horny woman. She gasps as my finger massages her erect clit. "Oh, yes.. oh, god, your fingers feel so good... right there!" I slip one finger, and then two, into her wet cunt, continuing to massage her clit with my thumb. Paula moans as she looks down and watches Elaine suck my hard cock and lick my balls. "Oh, god... ohhh...ah, ah, AH!... Oh, yes! Yes, yes, YESSSSSS! AHHHHHHH... OHHHH... AAAAAAGGGHHHH! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNNGG!!!" Her back arches, her body goes rigid and begins to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm courses through her body. Her hips jerk forward against my hand, then fall back. Her head falls forward and her breath comes in ragged gasps. "Oh, god... I've wanted that since you invited me over!" I withdraw my fingers and move in a circular motion on her wet cuntlips. Elaine continues sucking my dick.

"So...you liked that?"

"Jesus! That was awesome! You have magic fingers!"

"As I think I've said before, you need to get out more."

"Don't give me that shit! You are amazing!"

"Well... Cunt here is pretty good, too." I push Elaine's head out of the way and pull Paula over so that she is straddling my legs, her cunt just inches from Elaine's face. "Lick her, Cunt." Elaine obediently leans forward and extends her tongue to Paula's dripping cunt. Paula begins to breathe more heavily and moan as Elaine's tongue moves up between her slippery cuntlips to her clit, pausing there to flick the hard nub. As she opens her mouth to engulf the entire cunt, Paula writhes and squirms in my lap. I pinch her nipples hard between thumb and forefinger. Soon she is bucking and jerking in the throes of another loud orgasm.

"Enough, Cunt. You're enjoying that way too much." Elaine obediently sits back on her heels, hands still behind her back, her eyes downcast. "Do you need something in your cunt?" She looks up and nods eagerly.

"Oh, god, yes! I've needed to cum all day! Can I have your cock now?!"

"No, I told you slut -- no cock. But, here, I think you will enjoy this." I rise, gently settling Paula into the chair. She spreads her legs and begins rubbing her swollen cunt as I move over to a strange-looking mound covered with a blanket. I pull the blanket off to reveal a machine that Elaine instantly recognizes -- the fucking machine that I acquired at ForPlay. "OK, Cunt. On your hands and knees in front of the machine. You know how it works." I clip her ankle cuffs to the front of the machine and position the protruding dildo against her cuntlips. "Slide back onto the dildo." Elaine obediently moves her ass back until the first inch or two of the thick, nine-inch dildo is inside her cunt. I switch the machine on low and it begins moving slowly in and out of her cunt. "Do you want more?"