From bondage model to bondage slut.
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Part Seven
After I was released from the final bondage, Candy took me through to the
changing room where my "going home" clothes had been left. She was already
dressed herself, quite sexily in fact. Her "going home clothes consisted of an
elasticated top just big enough to cover her breasts and a matching mini skirt
in a deep red, shiny latex that moulded to her figure. She wore black knee high
boots over red self-supporting thigh high stockings the tops of which ended
below the bottom hem of the skirt. Around her neck was a black leather collar
with her name on a silver plate in the front centre. She looked stunning; she
had the figure and the presence for it. I'd only ever seen outfits like her's
being worn by whore's strutting their stuff on Main Street. But she didn't look
like a cheep whore, more like a high-class call girl. I felt quite shabby in my
jeans and tee shirt.
"Would you come for a drink with me before you go off home?" she asked. (She
knew that I was on my own as Sam was away.) "I find I need a drink after being
done up like a pretzel, it helps me to relax, before I go home and get ready for
Kev." I wondered at her turn of phrase. She didn't say get Kev's meal ready,
as I would expect, but "get ready for Kev." I gave that some thought as we went
out to her car. She seemed to be pleading with her eyes for me to say yes.
"Yes, OK. I would like to have a drink with you. I would like to talk to you.
I have some things I want to ask you, if it's OK with you?"
"Please do, I'll answer them as truthfully as I can," she responded, guessing
that what I wanted to talk about was what we had been involved in together, the
shared sex, as well as the bondage.
She led me out to the street to her car, which was a compact sports car. It was
a bright red. I looked at her. "Yes, it fits the whore image doesn't it?" I
disagreed; I thought it was more a man's pickup car, a penile extension.
When we were in the car and on the way, I decided to take the bull by the horns.
"When you say get ready for Kev, what do you mean?" She glanced at me and
grinned.
"You're a sharp one aren't you? I mean just what you're thinking. This
morning, knowing I was going to be taking part in your test session, he told me
to be NBLSRtbF, which means Naked, Bound, Legs Spread and Ready to be Fucked.
And I'd better be and I'd better be inventive, or he'll punish me, which can
mean anything from a hand spanking to a whipping. You see we're right into the
BDSM scene. He's my master now. That's why I'm dressed like a call girl. I
hate it, but he says that as I'm behaving like a fucking whore, then I can dress
like one. So whenever I do one of these sessions, I end up dressed like this or
worse." I wondered what could be worse, but she didn't enlighten me.
Candy pulled up outside a beer keller that I had been in occasionally with Sam
and we went inside. Candy chose a seat at the bar, which meant that her already
short skirt slipped up to give the guys in the bar and eyeful of her legs right
up almost to her ass. I sat on the next seat and could clearly see the crotch
of her panties. "This is also part of my master's instructions," she told me.
"No hiding away in a booth and pretending that I'm dressed normally. I have to
flash it, just as a proper whore would do."
"How would Kev know if you didn't do what he said?" I asked her. "Is there some
one here reporting back to him?"
"No, but he knows when I'm lying. I blush. So I have to do what he says. If I
don't he finds out and I get punished. Sometimes I blush just at the thought of
what he's made me do, and I get punished anyway."
"Don't you ever feel like packing your bags?"
"Don't be daft. I love the lug and he loves me, although he has a strange way
of showing it some times. Although having said that, when I can't sit down
because my ass is covered with wheals from a whipping, I have given it the
occasional passing thought. But I've usually earned my punishment (Except of
course when its part of a Johnny scene) and as you've discovered, the sex can be
something else. Before I got involved with Johnny, sex was good but half an
hour was the most it had ever lasted. Now he can keep me cuming for fucking
ages. Have you heard of cock harnesses?" She asked out of the blue. I shook my
head. "Well they come in various configurations, but the intention is to
restrict the cock so that ejaculation doesn't happen too quickly. When Kev
wears one, once he gets hard it keeps him hard, and he can fuck me for
absolutely ages. Kev's learnt a lot from Johnny. I spend a lot of time at home
in bondage. If I'm good, he'll keep me on the edge for ages and then he'll push
me over. And he loves to fuck me when I'm helpless. I used to be a one hole
woman, now I'm three hole Lil. He loves me to suck his cock and he is the best
cunt licker in the business. We don't have the equipment Johnny has, but then
it's not necessary at home. I do have lots of sexy playsuits and underwear.
Unlike Johnny, Kev doesn't like to waste money on clothes by cutting them off,
but he does like me to be available to him when I'm in bondage. So I have lots
of open crotch panty and bra sets. I have many blouses and dresses that button
or zip up the front and Hot Pants that have zips through the crotch from front
to back. We also have chastity belts, but chastity has little to do with why we
have them. They are so that he can fasten me up with my cunt and ass filled
with dildos or vibrators when we go out. I love the theatre, but he's not keen.
He takes me to every new play and keeps himself amused with his little radio
controlled vibrating chastity belts." I was fascinated listening to her. "What
about you and your guy? Now that you've found out what's its like, will you be
getting into it at home?"
"He's never shown any inclinations in that direction, and he's away from home so
much with his new job. I only see him at weekends and not every weekend. He's
been away for ten days now and he's not due home for another ten days. That's
probably why I was so horny today. I'm not getting fucked enough." I couldn't
believe I had just said that!
Candy looked at me for a moment. "Well, if it's fucking you want, Johnny has a
bondage fuckfest broadcast coming up this weekend. It lasts from Friday evening
to Sunday evening, 48 hours of live broadcast. You can get more stringent
bondage, lots of fucking and get paid for it. Not all the fucking will be by
real cocks of course, but a lot will be. Members pay a small fortune to come
in to the studio and take part. So there's lots of new cock, all certified
clear of STD's of course. Different ages, different techniques, but all bondage
enthusiasts. You'll not be the only model, of course. Most of the girls come
in for a fuckfest. Its quad pay, plus any extras."
"What are extras?" I asked.
"Extras are such things as being suspended by your tits, whippings, breath
control, ridding the plank, electrical, piercings, that kind of thing. If
you're fancying adding to you belly ring with tit rings, then you could get paid
extra for that. You get even more for cunt piercings." I was baffled by breath
control so I asked her about that. "That's where the Master control's when and
how you breath. It might be something as simple as having a plastic back over
your head to something more complicated like a head mask with breathing
apparatus. Whatever is used, you are deprived of air until you're almost ready
to pass out before they let you breath again. You'd be surprised at how
inventive some of these guys can be at finding ways of making a girl suffer." I
sat there for a moment. I didn't fancy any of the extras, but I did like the
idea of getting fucked. I had always been a one man woman up to now, but I was
spending a lot of time on my own, and this seemed to me to be a way I could kill
several birds with one stone. I would be getting paid big money, which would go
a long way to clearing my debts. I would be getting fucked, an important
consideration, but even more, there would be no danger of becoming involved, and
so I rationalised, it would be feeding an appetite not committing adultery. And
best of all, I would be getting more bondage experience and I found that the
idea of being tied up was having a growing fascination for me. I told Candy to
sign me up for the weekend, but not for any of the extras.
We chatted some more until our drinks were finished, then returned to her car.
We continued to talk as she drove me home. Just before she got to my apartment,
she turned to me and asked me what I would be doing until the weekend. "Nothing
much, just a little housework and generally hanging about." I told her. So she
invited me to pack a case and come and stay with her and Kev. "I'm sure that
"hanging about" with us will be more fun than hanging about on your own," she
said with a mischievous grin. I grinned back and agreed. Candy parked outside
my apartment and came up with me to help me to pack. We went through my
clothes, choosing only the sexiest outfits. It was a lot of fun going through
my things with a girl friend. That was something I'd missed since we got
married, having a girlfriend to share with. When we had finished I only just
had a suitcase full. "Girlfriend," Candy said, "you and I are going to have to
go and spend some of your hard earned cash on some nice clothes for you." I
agreed eagerly, I loved to shop, and I had earned the money myself, and looked
set to earn a lot more!
End of Part Seven
