Slave's head was buried deep between Mistress' thighs as she was applying make-up. One week in her owners' household had already passed and slave was getting used to the routine. Each morning, she was woken up and taken out of her cage. She had to stand with her legs spread wide and hands behind her head as Master and Mistress inspected her body. She would be taken to the bathroom, shaved and given two enemas, a deeply uncomfortable and embarrassing ritual that she despised the most out of everything. Master would then put a butt plug in her ass in order to stretch it for later use. The butt plugs were on the smaller side so far, but the one that she was given that morning stretched her asshole more than she was used to. Master cruelly took it out of her ass a couple of times before finally leaving it in. She still couldn't stop crying during these moments, but she managed to avoid making loud noises that Mistress despised so much.
Mistress' hand trembled as she was applying lipstick, causing her to draw a squiggly line over her upper lip. Slave was not to make Mistress cum during their morning routine. She yanked slave's head by hair, separating it from her wet pussy. Slave struggled not to look Mistress into the eyes without permission.
"You're my little slave vibrator. If I put you to 1 you will stay at 1. Slow and steady." Her hand was digging deep into slave's hair, making her wince in pain. "You're making me ruin my makeup, fucking bitch! I bet you want me to look ugly."
"Your slave is sorry, Mistress", the girl uttered still looking at the floor.
"I think that you need a little motivation to follow my orders correctly. I'll teach you not to be an impatient brat!"
Mistress sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Over my knee."
She spread her legs and slave bent over her knee, hands on the floor and sticking her ass up the way she was taught. Mistress spanked her barehandedly, only stopping to play with a glass butt plug in her slave's ass, pulling it out up to its fattest point, then shoving it back in. She enjoyed hearing girl's gasps and muffled squeals. Her hand brushed over slave's plump vagina and she, predictably, heard a sharp gasp followed by a moan. Master and her kept their slave on a strict no orgasm regime, only allowing her to have one if it was ruined. As a result, her pussy was constantly leaking and she seemed to be much more agreeable, hoping to earn some sort of release.
Mistress was switching between spanking and fingering her slave, who seemed to enjoy sexual simulation so much that she stopped minding getting slapped. Mistress saw that slave's panting and bucking was getting more and more intense. As she felt her vaginal walls start to contract, she removed her fingers and delivered another assault on slave's red butt cheeks.
"Keep calm, girl. Legs spread apart and ass up, no rubbing. You were such a good girl, don't ruin it now by cumming without permission."
Slave spread her legs as instructed, even though they were trembling. She could cum just by rubbing her thighs together a couple of times, but she knew it wasn't worth the punishment.
"That's a good girl", Mistress praised her, "You like it when I touch your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, but -"
"But what?", her owner asked impatiently.
"But you never let slave cum... It hurts inside, Mistress..."
"I know it does, but see how much better behaved you are when you don't cum. Isn't it better when my slave doesn't cum?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Does my slave love feeling its pussy throb for its Mistrees? Will my slave do anything to please its Mistress?"
Slave replied, not satisfied at all: "Yes, Mistress."
When slave's ass cheeks turned a satisfying shade of red, Mistress finally stopped. "We have guests coming over today. I expect you to be on your best behavior or this spanking will have been the least painful thing this week for you."
Slave's stomach turned as she imagined what her owner's friends could be like. She knew she mustn't mess up and disappoint them. Even though her wounds mostly healed, she vividly remembered the first punishment. Since then, she was occasionally spanked and hit, but nothing near as painful as that whipping. Master and Mistress found that just threatening their slave with another whipping worked wonders in correcting her behavior and making her do what they wanted without much fuss.
Slave girl followed Mistress to their room where she had already picked out an outfit that slave was to wear for the guests. It was a tiny, childish pink dress that didn't cover half of slave's now red ass. The bottom part of her freshly shaved cunt peaked cheekily under the dress. Slave held her arms raised helplessly as Mistress dressed her and then brushed her hair into a high ponytail. Her hands were put in pink mittens and Mistress fastened a tight collar around her neck that made it harder to breathe. Master walked into the room just as Mistress was finished dressing up their toy.
"Our slave looks just like a good little girl!", he exclaimed and then laughed. "They'll be surprised to find out that she's actually a fucking whore."
The sharp ring of the doorbell startled slave. She was ushered to the living room and ordered to kneel as Mistress opened the doors. In walked a chubby, short woman with an expensive fur coat and a fat, bald man with wrinkly head that bald men have no way of hiding. Slave sneaked a couple of looks, but mostly kept her gaze obediently at their shoe level. The woman had surprisingly muscular legs that looked stocky in Dr Martens shoes that she was wearing. Her husband wore casual boat shoes that didn't pair well with the rest of his outfit. As they made their way to the living room and exchanged lively pleasantries with their hosts, slave became aware of a thin, bleached blonde girl that walked behind them with her head bowed to the floor. Her pale face looked anxious under a thick layer of whorish makeup. She was wearing a glossy red trenchcoat under which slave detected black stockings held up by a garter belt. The bald man snapped his fingers at the girl and she immediately took the coat off and handed it to him, her eyes never leaving the floor, not even to look at the other slave girl. Slave was shocked to see that girl's cunt was locked inside a tight chastity belt that, to slave, looked like a pair of metal underwear. It cruelly cut into girl's waist. Slave couldn't help but stare into other girl's body. Her pale, soft skin was covered in deep blue and purple bruises that grouped around her ass and small breasts. Her pierced nipples protruded unnaturally as she lifted her arms into a standard inspection pose.
"Oh, I didn't know you've caged her!", Mistress exclaimed excitedly as she probed around girl's isolated cunt.
"She was a very bad girl", the other woman grinned and nudged her slave, "Tell Miss what you've done."
"I stole my Mistress' vibrator and came, Miss", the girl replied quietly.
"How mischievous! What a bad, spoiled girl! And how were you punished, slave?", Mistress' voice was dripping from excitement. She rubbed her thighs together, already turned on.
"Mistress kicked my cunt 20 times and put it in cage so I can't touch myself, Miss."
It was clear that the girl was extremely uncomfortable reliving her punishment, but she spoke coherently as she was taught to.
Mistress' face was glowing as she bit her lip, imagining punishing her slave in a similar way.
"We told her that she would never orgasm again and she tried to sneak behind our back and play with herself. We put an end to that as soon as we found out. Now she's caged since we can't trust her to behave herself when we're not looking."
"You can never trust slaves enough. They're spoiled little creatures, they only think about their cunts. We had luck with our new slave. We correct her behavior as soon as we notice something and she's been mostly obedient so far, but we still bind her hands overnight. Show your little gloves to Miss Veronica, girl."
Slave raised her hands as Miss Veronica inspected the gloves that obstructed their movement.
"You always liked your girls to look cute, Francine, but I think that the only thing that can stop them is cold metal. We used to tie our slave's hands to the bars of her cage, but when we installed cameras, we realised that she'd grind her pussy on the floor and cum that way, like some sort of an animal!"
Two sets of slave owners laughed as if they were talking about pets.
Master and Mistress sat with their friends, Sir David and Miss Victoria, on a large couch, as their slaves kneeled in front. They drank wine and smoked joints, mostly ignoring their slaves as they haven't seen each other in a while.
"Come here, slave", Master called his property.
Slave crawled over to her Master as he stretched his leg. "Hump my leg like a little bitch, come on." Slave paralyzed from discomfort, her face flustered. She felt everyone's eyes on her and loud ringing filled her ears as discomfort was starting to build. She was startled by a stinging slap that Master delivered to her cheek. Her head flew to the left from the force of his slap.
"Seems like your slave isn't so well behaved after all", Miss Victoria laughed condescendingly.
"You don't want me to repeat orders, slave", Master's voice turned serious and cold.
With her cunt positioned over Master's polished shoe, slave started rubbing herself up and down. At first it felt weird, but as she picked up pace, she felt waves of pleasure passing through her body every time her clit pressed the rough material of his shoes.
"Heel, Baby", Miss Victoria called her slave.
"Look at their slave, look how she's allowed to play with her pussy like you never will again. Are you jealous of her?"
"Yes, I'm jealous, Mistress", Baby answered, her eyes fixed to slave's bucking hips and the trail of juices that she was leaving on Master's shoe.
Slave's body froze as she felt Miss Victoria's hands grabbing at her breasts from behind. Her nails dug into girl's skin, pulling it as far as she could. Slave screamed out in horror, her mittened hands flailing from the sides helplessly, but that only encouraged the woman. She was kneading her breasts as if they were a particularly tough piece of dough.
"You have lovely breasts, slave", the woman whispered into her ear, which made slave shudder in disgust.
"Thank you, Miss Victoria."
"Unlike Baby, her breasts are barely visible. She's like a man." She looked at her slave, who was now eagerly sucking Sir David's cock, hoping to evade her Mistress' attention.
