Her voice betrayed her interest, she was openly checking Fay out now, running her eyes over her exposed body.
“I cant see you removing your clothes yet slut”
Fay hurried to comply, it didn’t take long and she was soon naked except for her heels in the back room of the shop, standing in front of her Master and this shop assistant who was a good 8 years her junior. The familiar feelings of shame re-surfaced, would she ever get used to this abuse?
“What stuff will she do?”
“Anything you ask her, go on get her to do something”
“What do I call her?”
“Slut”
“OK slut, stand on one leg”
Fay had no choice but to comply, she felt ridiculous.
“Cool, she’s like a real live doll, will she really do anything you ask?”
“Yep, she loves it, she’s a dirty little slut and likes to be treated like one, get her to do something naughty, shell love it”
“Pinch your nipple slut”
Fay, eyes cast to the floor unable to look this young woman in the eye, pinched her left nipple making it throbbed painfully, she stifled a moan. She knew she was highly aroused, she had been since her Master had first rang earlier that morning, she didn’t want to come in front of this young woman, but had to face it might be a possibility.
“See I told you she’s very obedient”
“OK slut, keep that nipple hard, use the other hand to finger yourself”
Fay groaned she knew she needed permission to come and was dreading having to ask her Master in front of his new friend. Her tender fingering between the slick lips of her steaming pussy were having the desired effect though and she was painfully close to coming, let me stop, please, her mind screamed at her. She looked up at her tormentors, desperate for a sign that the delicious torture would end without her having to ask permission to come.
“Will she come?”
“She knows she needs permission, from me first. She wont last much longer, but she wants you to tell her to stop, so she doesn’t have the shame of asking my permission in front of you”
“Stop, no way I want to see her lose it”
Fay wilted, she had no choice any longer, she had to ask now or it would be to late.
“Please sir may your slut come?”
“Ask Sarah nicely slut, its up to her”
Fay hit a new low point, tears welling in her eyes, acutely aware of the shame piling up on her.
“Please Sarah, may slut be allowed to come”
Fay had never felt lower, asking permission from this girl, who was just a shop assistant offended all of Fay’s sensibilities.
“This is so cool, wait till I tell my friends, you may come slut”
Fay nearly screamed out with the force of her orgasm, her fingers were soaked, she could feel her juices running down her legs. The smell of her arousal filled the air. All through her release she was aware of her Master and Sarah watching her as though she was there own personal porn movie made real.
Finally Fay stopped shuddering and tried to regain some composure. Her hair was plastered to he face, sweat trickling over her sensitive skin, her entire body felt exhausted, yet she had never felt to alive, so fulfilled.
“Cool she comes like a train, can I meet her again in a more private place?? Please”
Fay could hear the pleading in Sarah’s voice, she was secretly proud that the girl liked her, she knew she had put on a good show for her abuser’s. Fay wanted praise from her Master though, a sign that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was with a tinge of disappointment, but not suprise that no praise was forthcoming.
“OK Sarah I’ll tell you what I’ll do, you give us these slutty clothes for free. I’ll take your mobile number and we can arrange a time when you can play with her properly, how’s that sound”
“Deal, the clothes are yours, here’s my number”
Once again Fay felt they were treating her like an object, to be swopped in exchange for money, clothes whatever, she was nothing more than a commodity to be traded for whatever her Master wanted.
“Slut get dressed you look like a cheap hooker, we’ve got more shopping to do yet”
With that her Master threw some clothes at her, turning to talk to Sarah, ignoring her again. Fay reluctantly picked the clothes of the floor and put them on. The bright colours would draw immediate attention to her when they went outside, Fay was past caring however. Her will was in tatters, all her dignity washed away in a tidal flow of hormones, come and need.
She straightened the short skirt in the mirror, noting the amount of thigh on display, the top was no better clearly showing her erect nipples rubbing against the soft material and a fair amount of cleavage.
“You guys better go out the back door, I don’t want my boss to see you wandering out with a load of clothes you haven’t paid for. Anyway love to see you again, particularly you slut”
With that she smacked Fay on the backside, winking at her. Fay couldn’t help herself smiling shyly at the young girl, a blush rising in her cheeks.
They stood in the alley at the back of the shops, Fay wondering what was next, still desperate for some attention from her Master. This was an ideal place for him her Master to fuck her, she hoped desperately that was what’s was on his mind, she could make out a large lump on his trousers and she was keen to get it in her mouth without further ado.
She awaited her instructions, finally she would get the cock she needed so much.
“Right slut, we’ve got lots more to do, so far your credit card hasn’t taken a battering but that will changeover lunch. Then were carrying on with the clothes shopping OK”
“Y. Y.. Yes master”
“What’s the matter with you slut, something on your mind?”
Fay’s stomach was looping in on itself, she felt like a nervous 14 year old girl again, waiting to be asked on her first date. Get a grip on yourself woman, you’re 28, She plucked up the courage and stuttered an answer.
“Please Master I thought you might like to….”
“Spit it out slut we haven’t got all day”
Fay took a deep breath.
“Please Master I need fucking, badly I am so hot I don’t think I can bare it any longer, I thought you might like to fuck me, please Master”
Fay flinched as her Master laughed at her openly, she felt cheated, tears welling up within her once again.
“What makes you think I want to fuck you, you cheap slut?”
“I thought you liked me”
Fay sounded hurt, she was trying to choke the tears back now as they rose within her unbidden.
“I am here to slut you to other people, not fuck you. You will get fucked by me when I want, not when you feel like it, understand Slut?”
“Y.. Y.. Yes Master”
“Good, now lets go eat, I’m sure your behaviour has left you with more than one hunger that needs satisfying”
And with that, he strode off out of the alley leaving Fay to trail along behind him snivelling to herself, she felt hurt and let down, would she ever get the fucking from her master she felt she so richly deserved?
Ten minutes later Fay found herself sitting in the Pizza Express looking out over the Thames, she was waiting for her Master to order for her. She had been told to sit and wait and only speak if spoken to. The reason for Fay’s enforced silence was simple, her Master had made her put a six inch dildo inside herself just after they had sat down. Fay knew if she opened her mouth, a slutty moan would come out and nothing else. Her master knew this as well and had told her to button it while he ordered the food.
Fay sat there, gently shuddering, only to aware of her appearance. She had already received a number of odd looks from the waiting staff, one of whom, a 40 year old waitress, had winked at her knowingly, making Fay blush furiously and look away. To make things worse Fay had looked away after the wink, but the woman had caught her looking coyly over at her again only moments later.