“Morning Beautiful” I said when my wife and mistress lifted her chestnut head from the pillow.
“Morning Slave” she replied, letting me know she had already thought about the previous evening. The clue was unnecessary because she dived straight in. “I saw some footage of my dirty slut enjoying herself. Very naughty!”
“Thank you Mistress. I tried to please them.”
“Your spunk splattered face looked like they were definitely pleased. You loved that, didn’t you? Dripping with cum like a porn star.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And I saw you riding that monster cock. It looks enormous. I’m impressed that you took it all.”
“Thank you Mistress. I’m a bit sore today.”
“Good! Like a well-used whore should be. It will remind you what a slutty bimbo you are.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good girl. Go and have a shower.”
“Yes Mistress”
When I returned to the bedroom Mistress was tapping her phone. Without looking away from the screen she issued an order. “Sheer tights and your plain bodysuit.”
“Yes Mistress”
My dick began to engorge before the nylon wrapper was in place, becoming fully hard as it strained against the smooth, stretchy fabric. The bodysuit held the erection firmly against my torso, almost hiding my excitement.
“Done Mistress” I announced, causing my worshipped wife to look up from her phone.
“Good girl. That should stop any sneaky massaging of that ache.”
It was true. I would have to undo the poppers between my legs and pull down the tights to access my dick. Going to the toilet was going to be an effort, but good sex slaves don’t complain so I gave the correct response.
“Yes Mistress”
“How does that sheer material feel?”
“Sexy, Mistress. Tight and smooth.”
“Will it keep you aware of your status as bimbo whore?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Bimbo whore cock slut who takes it in both ends at once?” she smiled.
“Yes Mistress”
“Good. I think I’ll give you a reward before you start your tasks. You can give my pussy a pre-shower freshen up.”
I was delighted and crawled onto the bed eagerly, the scent of Mistress’s used slit intoxicating me. I lapped and sucked her dirty, smooth labia and cleaned as deep inside her as my tongue could manage. I licked the dried flecks from the tiny strip of hair above her crease, moaning with satisfaction at being used.
“Good little cum slut.” praised Mistress. “That’s enough now. Dave says I’m not allowed orgasms with you.”
It was painful news but the humiliation was pleasing and deserved. I was also excited Mistress was being dominated by her lover, putting his wishes above mine.
“While I’m in the shower you will make me salmon and eggs. I’m hungry after last night.”
“Yes Mistress”
I prepared Mistress’s breakfast and when she sat at the table I served her food and a glass of fresh orange.
Between mouthfuls she told me her and Dave had decided to go away for a couple of nights and I was required to arrange it. I was thrilled! My Goddess would undoubtedly be fucked senseless several times and I would, hopefully, hear all about it.
“Yes Mistress. I’m honoured.”
“Book us into a spa hotel, with a day in the spa itself, of course.”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good slave. Off you go. I’ll come to check your progress when I’ve finished breakfast. I expect my P.A. to be nicely dressed.”
I went to our room and put on a tight white blouse and a black miniskirt, completing my costume with a brunette wig and black heels.
Opening the laptop I went directly to the bookmarked spa Mistress and I have enjoyed several times. I booked a suite for two nights and a full day in the spa, my memory full of the thrills Mistress had given me on our visits; fingering her in the hot tub while guests on the surrounding decking remained oblivious, pulling her bikini bottoms to one side and sliding my dick inside her as we got slippery in the steam room, playing with her nipples in the pool…. Mistress gets very horny in the spa. I knew her lover was in for a great time.
I was printing the confirmation when Mistress came in to check on me.
“Good girl, looking like the office slut in your little blouse and tiny skirt.”
“Thank you Mistress. Your reservations are made.”
“The reservations for my sex trip?” she teased, turning up the dial on my cuckold lust.
“Yes Mistress. I booked a suite so you have more places to fuck.”
“Will you be jealous?”
“Of course, Mistress! Immeasurably.”
“Have you checked if your Master has some distracting use for you while I’m away?”
“No Mistress.”
“Message him now.”
“Yes Mistress”
I reached for my phone and my worshipped wife told me to spread my legs and pull my gusset to one side. My semi was growing beneath the sheer nylon.
“Tell him you’re available for the duration of my trip. But if he wants to keep you overnight, or both nights, it has to be in a motel.”
“Yes Mistress”
I typed a message and as I finished Mistress laughed.
“Offering yourself to your Master has made izmir rus escort my little slut hard.” She stepped over to my desk and put a dainty hand on my wrapped erection, gently squeezing it. “Very hard! You love being a free whore, don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Tell me what you’ve written.”
“Yes Mistress. ‘Master. My Mistress is offering me to you any time between Tuesday 7th and Thursday 9th. I’m allowed to stay overnight but only in a motel room. Bimbo’ “
“I’m pleased you call yourself Bimbo but I want a more craven message than that. Change ‘I’m allowed to stay overnight…’ to ‘You can fuck my holes all night…”
“Yes Mistress”. I made the changes and she asked to check, tapping send when she was satisfied.
Master replied almost immediately. ‘I will collect my bimbo slut at 6pm on the 7th and you will serve me until lunchtime on the 9th. You will be kept in a travelodge. I expect several outfit changes and total obedience.’
I read it to Mistress and she smiled her irresistible smile.
“Kept in a motel room for 36 hours! A real life sex slave! You’ll love it, won’t you naughty Bimbo!?”
“Yes Mistress”
“I expect lots of footage.”
“Yes Mistress. I’ll tell Master.”
“Good girl. Now remove your skirt and blouse and vacuum the house. Report to me when you’re finished.”
“Yes Mistress”
I followed my orders wearing only my bodysuit and tights, Mistress generously allowing me to wear girls’ pumps rather than crippling stilettos.
“That’s done. Mistress”
“Good. Now empty the washing machine and peg the clothes on the line.”
“Yes Mistress. Can I please cover myself?”
I thought I should ask just out of duty. I didn’t think it was genuinely up for question.
“No you cannot!”
What!?!
“But what if someone sees me, Mistress?” I pleaded.
“They’ll know you’re a secret girly bimbo.”
The curve of her mouth and sparkle in her eyes confirmed she expected her order to be followed. In my constant state of arousal disobedience was unthinkable so I picked up the laundry basket and filled it with the damp contents of the washing machine.
“Make me a tea first.” instructed Mistress. “I’ll take it in the garden.”
Yes Mistress.”
My beautiful princess went outside and got comfortable.
I couldn’t carry the full laundry basket and Mistress’s cup at the same time so my first paranoid steps into potential exposure were to serve Mistress her tea. It was difficult to think of anything but the crushing embarrassment of a neighbour seeing me dressed like an unfinished playboy bunny. My eyes scanned windows and my ears strained for any sounds of activity from the other side of the fences.
“Excuse me!” said Mistress strictly, letting me know I was in trouble. “Bimbo sex slaves don’t skulk about worrying about being seen. Your Mistress expects her cock whore to concentrate on serving!”
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.”
“I think allowing you flat shoes has made you forget your place. You’ll be wearing heels when you return. Now hurry up!”
“Yes Mistress”
Buckling the straps of the glossy heels around my ankles did reinforce my status but also made my movements much louder. The platform soles and vicious heels seemed to clatter with every step.
My dick strained against its constraints.
I took the basket outside, trying to walk as girly as I could, setting it down across the table from Mistress. “See. Slutty heels force bimbos to make an effort.”
“Yes Mistress. Master told me I should spend more time in heels and learn to walk like a model.”
“He’s absolutely right. For now I want those legs straight while you hang up the clothes.”
“Yes Mistress”
I pegged out the laundry and concentrated on my posture, desperate to earn a word of praise from Mistress, legs straight, arse pushed out.
My need to please her blotted out my neighbourly fears.
I was her slave.
“Good girl.” said Mistress when the basket was empty. “Bring me a cigarette.”
I did as she asked and sparked the lighter.
“Are your balls aching?” she asked on her first exhale.
“Desperately Mistress”
“Would you like me to unpop your bodysuit, peel down that sheer nylon and suck your sissy dick?”
“Oh god yes, Mistress!”
“Or I could pop upstairs and put on that dress I wore for Dave yesterday. You could find out how easy it is to bend me over and fuck my wet pussy. Would you like to fuck your Mistress?”
“Too much Mistress! It would be amazing!”
“Such a shame you’re just a bimbo slave who couldn’t possibly be permitted to cum before her next service.”
“But that’s almost two weeks, Mistress.” I whined.
“Yes. Imagine how frustrated you’ll feel by then.” she smiled.
My wife was the perfect bitch.
Life went on and then it was the 7th.
Mistress spent much of the day preparing for her boyfriend, a long visit to the beautician for a manicure, pedicure and Brazilian, while I had a list of chores to do, wearing my maid’s izmit escort uniform.
It was mid afternoon when Mistress arrived home.
“Have you nearly finished, Slave?”
“Yes Mistress. Just the dishwasher to empty and your boots to clean.”
“Report to me the moment you’re done, and be as quick as you can.”
“Yes Mistress”
“All done Mistress. Your boots were delightfully dirty.” I added, still fizzing from the excitement.
“Yes, Dave came over them last weekend. I told him you’d love cleaning them.”
“I did. Thank you Mistress.”
“While the beautician was grooming me for my lover I decided my cuckslave should also make a special effort for her mini-break.I bought you these.”
Mistress handed me a packet of bright pink fake nails. I felt my omnipresent semi twitch against my lacy panties.
“Thank you Mistress. You’re very kind.”
“I knew you’d like them, dirty little Bimbo. I want a photo of them wrapped around your master’s shaft.”
“Yes Mistress”
“And I’m going to do your make-up, nice and whoreish so the receptionist knows what a slut is checking in.”
“Thank you Mistress”
I didn’t know if I really wanted make-up. I had visions of panto dames, but I had to trust Mistress. In the end, if she wanted to send me out looking like a dame, that’s what I’d have to do.
“Go for a shower and shave. I’ll be waiting in our bedroom.”
“Yes Mistress”
As I ensured my slutstick and nuts were smooth I thought about how Master would react to the girly details Mistress was adding to his bimbo. I felt sure he would be pleased and I became more excited with the idea.
After drying myself I went to our bedroom where Mistress was sitting at her dressing table.
“Ok Barbie doll. Let’s start with some knickers shall we. A bright pink pair to match your nails.”
“Yes Mistress”. I took the pair she meant from my drawer and stepped into them, pulling them up until my balls were cupped and crack divided.
“Good girl. Nice and high. Sheer hold-ups, black.” Mistress instructed.
I felt the now familiar sensation of the skin tight, weightless nylon sheathing my legs, putting me deeper under the sissy spell.
“You like wearing hosiery, don’t you Bimbo.”
“Yes Mistress. I feel so girly.”
“Slutty, you mean. Or do stockings and tights make you have period cramps?” Mistress laughed at my shallow consideration of what it meant to be ‘girly’. “You don’t want to be a girl, you just want to be a cock slut, don’t you Bimbo.”
“Yes Mistress” I agreed.
“But I know the best way to please those big cocks is to make yourself as feminine as you can. That’s what some bi guys prefer, isn’t it. It’s what your master wants from his slut.”
“Yes Mistress”
“That tiny pink bra now, Slut, even though you have nothing to put in it.”
“Yes Mistress”
It was true of course. My flat chest didn’t fill even the smallest bra I could find, but the straps over my shoulders and the constriction around my chest added to my absorption in my role.
“There!” said Mistress. My little Bimbo is ready for her nails. Give me a hand.”
I held out my left.
“For god’s sake! I need to moisturise them first!”
She squirted some cream onto my hands and massaged it in, her feminine fingers sending shivers of pleasure up my arms, through my body and into my aching balls.
With the lotion absorbed into my skin she put my hand on her knee. One by one Mistress stuck the pink nails over my own and a short while later was admiring her (literal) handiwork.
“Now your fingers are worthy of your master’s girth, my little Bimbo. I bet you can’t wait to feel him throbbing in your hand, can you Slut?”
“No Mistress.”
“You won’t forget my photo, will you Bimbo.”
“No Mistress”
“I have something else I want you to wear.” Mistress walked to her bedside table and took a strip of paper from her drawer. “Remember making me wear that ‘HOTWIFE’ tattoo below my tummy button when I went for that night away?”
“Of course I do, Mistress. It was a very exciting evening for me.”
“Well now it’s your turn. I’m putting ‘SEX DOLL’ over your slutstick and’ SLUT’ on one your arse cheeks.”
I felt a rush of eroticism that forced a groan from my throat and made my eyes close.
“You’re pleased about that, aren’t you Bimbo?”
Mistress laughed.
“Yes Mistress. I’m very flattered you are helping me be the best slut I can. I love you so much!”
“I love you too, Bimbo. Lie on the bed on your back.”
I did as she said and she positioned the transfer above my dick then held it firmly in place with a damp towel. “I want you to get some ‘Bimbo’ tattoos for the future.” she told me as she waited for the backing paper to slip away. “I think you’d like your new name emblazoned across your pelvis, wouldn’t you Bimbo.”
“Yes Mistress” I moaned, my arousal making me almost delirious.
“Let’s see how this looks shall we.” Mistress smiled as she removed the towel. She peeled away the paper and ığdır escort I was branded a SEX DOLL. My dick was hard. “You dirty little bitch. Do you like that?” she asked, looking at my label.
“Yes I love it Mistress. Thank you!”
“Elbows and knees, arse in the air.” she instructed.
I turned over as directed and soon felt the damp towel pressing against my right arse cheek.
Mistress again peeled the backing paper then giggled, spanking my left cheek. “You filthy whore! A slutstamp on your butt! I hope your Master plans to share his bitch with a few cocks. As many people as possible should see this. I’ll take a picture so you can see what they’ll see as their meat fills your little hole.”
Mistress took a snap then showed me.
“Thank you Mistress”
“You realise your tattoos mean you won’t be able to have a shower while you’re on duty.”
“Yes Mistress”
“Your body will be as dirty as your mind.”
“Yes Mistress”
“A proper filthy slut. Now put your new heels on.”
They were glossy pink versions of my black stripper shoes, one inch platform sole with a five inch stiletto and ankle straps.
“They look outrageously slutty with your black stockings! You are going to be so used!”
Mistress was undoubtedly correct. I felt a thrill.
“Make up now, Slut. Hmmm. Where do I start!”
She applied various unctions, powders and paints to various parts of my face. It was relaxing and I enjoyed looking at Mistress’s pretty face as she concentrated on mine. It seemed to take quite a while but eventually she drew back, appraised her work and said “Dirty Bimbo whore! Look in the mirror.”
“I was shocked. I definitely looked more feminine, and definitely more slutty.
“Do you like your new look, Bimbo?”
“Yes Mistress. I feel so naughty.”
“I’m expecting you to be very naughty.”
“I will Mistress. I’ll do whatever I’m told.”
“Good girl. Have you packed your case full of slutwear?”
“Yes Mistress”
“So we just need to finish today’s outfit and you’re ready to go. Can you guess what you’ll be wearing over your sexy underwear?”
“No Mistress”
She walked to her wardrobe and took out her long, black, shiny pvc raincoat, the same Mac she had worn for her boyfriend a couple of weeks earlier.
“Ooh Mistress! I’m honoured! Thank you.” I gushed excitedly.
“And look at this.” Mistress said, turning the coat around so I could see the back. There were several pale stains, including a long drip. “Dave wanted me to keep it on for our first fuck in the hotel room. He fucked me to another climax then pulled out and spurted all over my plastic wrapped back.”
“That is so hot, Mistress! I can’t believe you’re letting me wear your spunky coat.”
“As soon as I felt wads of cum splattering over it I knew it would be perfect for my cock whore.”
“Thank you for thinking of me, Mistress. I’m very grateful.”
“Go on then. Put it on.”
The pvc was smooth against my skin, quite cold but I knew it would soon warm up. I tied the belt round my waist, the plastic squeaking with every move.
“Look at yourself in the full length mirror.” Mistress ordered. “Do you see a transvestite whore?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Do you like that shiny pvc against your skin?”
“Yes Mistress” I moaned, too turned on to speak clearly.
“I wonder if your Master will want you to keep it on for your first fuck. I expect updates, Slave.”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good little Bimbo. Take your case downstairs and leave me to get ready for Dave. I used the joint account to buy a new set of lingerie for this evening. He wants to see stocking-tops and deep cleavage during dinner.”
I groaned with envy and acceptance, happy my Goddess was encouraging the masculine attention her boundless femininity deserved.
I carried my cabin bag of slutwear to the front door and went into the lounge to await collection.
Mistress came down just before 6 looking absolutely stunning. Her curves were zipped into a very short, very tight black dress that struggled to contain her big tits. Her nipples formed enticing points in the thin fabric. Her sexy legs were sheer but tiny folds near her ankles told me her stockings were vintage nylon, attached to a suspender belt. Cream heels were glossy, about four inches high and more stable than my spikes. She had jewellery dripping from her ears and around her neck, all items I had bought her. She gave me a twirl and I moaned again at the sight of the seams running up the backs of her legs.
“Do you think Dave will like it?”
“He’ll love it Mistress! You look utterly gorgeous. A sex goddess. I’m so jealous,”
“Will you think about me in the spa tomorrow, enjoying the facilities in my bikini, Dave’s hands all over me at any opportunity?”
“Of course I will, Mistress. Often.”
“Although I expect you will be kept quite busy, Sex Doll.”
It was all too much! Mistress looking so hot, the fabrics against my skin, the prospects for her trip and mine. I had to sit down to cope with the overwhelming flood of thoughts and feelings, love, happiness, sadness, excitement, trepidation, obedience, humiliation, jealousy, desire, disgust, freedom, subservience all merging into intoxicating arousal.
“Is Bimbo feeling faint? The excitement too much?” Mistress smiled, sharp as ever.