Slave To Lotta

Chapter 13 A Full Program at the Club

Chapter 13 - A  Full Program at the Club

Slave piglet's excitement grew as the day of his Mistress' return neared. He
continued to perform his duties at both boutique and club with tireless
devotion, and endured the mental and physical torment while captured in the
obscene embrace of the bizarre bondage rack each night. The slave was, however,
slightly surprised, and not a little ashamed, to realise that he looked forward
to seeing the beautiful and voluptuous slave, sow, again, almost as much as he
was, his Mistress. If Mistress Lotta had been able to see her slave when he
showered, it is difficult to ascertain whether she would have been incensed with
his behaviour, or proud of her absolute domination over his sexuality. For he
had taken to attempting to masturbate, but to his eternal chagrin, his throbbing
penis was incapable of climaxing without his eyes being filled with the image of
the shoe, his cum icon.

At last, however, the big day arrived. Slave piglet took extra care with his
ablutions, his make-up, and especially his costume, selecting the most erotic,
and garishly slutty, one in his wardrobe for the occasion. He donned his rubber
pouch styled chastity in the hope that it would please his Mistress to see his
penis writhing in its helpless captivity. He knew the approximate time of his
Mistress' arrival, but had taken up his welcoming position well in advance, to
be sure that he would be ready. His heart fluttered with happiness when he heard
the keypad of the sophisticated apartment door lock being tapped.

The door opened and slave piglet was surprised to see two sets of feet in front
of his bowed head, his Mistress' obviously female ones, and the scruffy ones of
a male. The slave flushed with acute embarrassment, but never the less leant
forward and kissed the toes of Mistress Lotta's highly polished pumps, rose up
and twisted his torso around to kiss the mounds of her clothed buttocks, and
finally pressed his face into that part of her skirt covering her sex, and
breathed:

"Welcome home, sweet Mistress. I have missed you terribly."

"Yes, it's good to be home, little slut."  Mistress Lotta replied. "But enough
of the small talk. I,ve promised this cab driver that he can extract his tip
from you. Tell him what you have to offer, you little trollop."

Slave piglet's cheeks blushed crimson with humiliation as he turned his kneeling
body to face the young, slightly effeminate driver:

"Darling Master, I can tongue kiss you succulent anal ring, suckle you ravishing
testicles, suck the delicious juice from you mouth watering penis, or you can
allow my harlot man cunt to worship it until you cum."

Mistress Lotta glanced at, first the look of shock on the young male's face,
then suggested:

"Look, I'm tired and jet lagged. I'm going to have a long hot bath and then a
sleep. Why don't you sample all of my piglet's talents, and enjoy yourself for a
few hours. I know he will be delighted to please you in any way you can imagine.
The only thing you cant see is stunted worm spit, that is strictly forbidden."

The excited driver, this time, was almost indecent in his haste to agree to this
totally unexpected sexual thrill, and Mistress Lotta continued:

"Slave piglet, show the Master to your room, where he may prepare for your
sluttish attentions. Then come to my bathroom and assist me with my bath
preparations, then you can join him for your little bit of fun."

Slave piglet, still blushing furiously, asked the young male to follow him, and
crawled off to his room. He left the male there to undress and prepare for his
treat, and then padded off to Mistress Lotta's ornate bathroom. When he got
there he immediately adjusted the faucets and allowed the steaming water to fill
the huge tub, frothing up nicely into a sea of bubbles as it stirred up the
fragrant bath salts he had poured in first. He then went to his Mistress who
still stood, fully clothed, before her full length mirror.

The slave's heart surged with happiness as he gazed at the erotic sight of his
haughty Mistress, standing aloofly, while his own bizarrely clad nudity knelt
submissively at her feet:

"You may undress me, little slut, and then you may greet me in a fashion that
more aptly befits you station."

Slave piglet rose to his feet and slowly unbuttoned his Mistress' silk blouse
and slipped it from her shoulders. He marvelled at the enormous size of the cups
of her white satin bra while he carefully folded the blouse and placed it on her
vanity table. He then unzipped her long skirt and allowed it to drift to the
floor. Mistress Lotta stepped from the skirt, giving her slave the visual thrill
of seeing her long, shapely legs, sheathed in exotic hose held up by satin
garters, not to mention the alluring sight of her prominent mound, and beautiful
bottom cheeks so barely contained in her tiny pink panties.

The slave reached up from his kneeling position and delicately unsnapped each
garter. Then he reached down and unstrapped her pumps and removed then from her
feet. He tenderly kissed her stocking toes and then carefully slid the filmy
silken hose down her legs, almost swooning as this allowed him to press his lips
to those digits with nothing between them and her skin. He ten reached up and
unsnapped the satin garter belt and removed it from her slender hips.

Slave piglet next stood and unsnapped his Mistress' bra. He glowed with rapture
when he saw her huge, soft breasts fall out of the enormous cups, their pink
nipples slightly crinkled. Mistress Lotta teased her slave by sensuously rolling
her massive breasts once they were free of the constricting cups, and erotically
petting her stiffening nipples with her busy fingers. The slave reluctantly
continued his task, kneeling at his Mistress' feet once again, this time behind
her standing body.  He reached up and carefully eased her minuscule panties
down. He almost sighed with bliss as inch after inch of her glorious, smooth,
creamy skinned bottom cheeks slowly came into view.

As soon as his Mistress had stepped out of her panties, and stood magnificently
nude, the slave whispered, "Please, darling Mistress, Please, may I?"  "Oh, all
right you incorrigible harlot," She replied, bending forward at the waist so
that her heavy breasts swung sensually, and her voluptuous buttocks split wide
apart. "But only one, and not too long."  Slave piglet flushed with joy when his
cheeks slipped into that warm deep fleshy chasm, and he was able to breath in
the intimate scent of his Mistress' arse. His pulse surged with delight when his
soft lips pressed against the muscled ridge of he anal ring.  He slipped his
long tongue out and drove it past the tingling ring, and deeply into her hot
tight rectum, and tongue kissed her humid, pungent anus with submissive
devotion.

All to soon for slave piglet's liking, his Mistress straightened her body
denying him further access to her anus:

"Off you go, you little trollop. Enjoy yourself, but make absolutely sure that
you satisfy the Master. You know that I'll know if you haven't, and you'll
suffer the consequences."

The slave blushed prettily, dropped down to all fours, and crawled off while his
Mistress stepped into her soothing bath. He crawled down a corridor to his room
and went in. The slender youth had stripped off and was lying on slave piglet's
narrow cot completely nude. Slave piglet was pleased to see that at least his
body was clean, and delighted to notice that his penis was quite large and
thick, even though it was only semi erect. The gay male was also quite hairless,
even to the extent that he obviously shaved his groin.

Slave piglet crawled to the end of his cot so that he was able to peer up
between the youth's spread legs, and to see his heavy, swollen testicles. He
shivered with perverse contentment, it was always much more exciting to drain
big testicles, swollen with sap, because they were usually capable of many
climaxes. He smiled shyly at the lad and whispered:

"You have a beautiful big penis, Master.  I am going to adore servicing it for
your pleasure. As Mistress has said my harlot body is available for your
enjoyment. I will refuse nothing that you desire. My lips and tongue yearn to
taste your divine penis, and to drink the succulent juices of your gorgeous big
testicles. The ring of my tight man cunt longs to feel the thickness of your
ravishing penis stretching it open, and its incredible length plumbing the
welcoming depths of its hot whore hole. Its silky walls are going to love the
feel of your hot cream bathing them when your pleasure peaks. Please Master tell
me what you desire."

The excited youth, his long, thick penis now fully erect, looked down at the
submissive and asked, "What is your name, sweetie?"  "I am slave piglet, sexual
and bondage slave to my glorious Mistress, Lotta, sir. She has trained me as a
harlot and a slut for her enjoyment, and that of those she gives me to."  The
youth looked happy, if somewhat astonished by the response he had received from
the kneeling serf, and continued, "Well I want to sample it all, little whore. I
want to see just how good at it you are." The youth rolled over onto his
stomach, and concluded, "You can start by worshipping my arsehole, then you can
suck me off, and then, after you've got me stiff again, I'm going to fuck you so
hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week!"

Slave piglet flushed prettily, his handsome, heavily made-up features breaking
into a lascivious smile as he crawled up onto the narrow bed, and wriggled his
smooth upper body into position between the lad's widely spread legs. He reached
out and tenderly parted the smooth, slender bottom cheeks, and sighed with
submissive pleasure at the sight of the cute anal ring of his lover. He thrilled
to the degrading sensation of the warm flesh of the intimate split when he
allowed the cheeks to close around his face, and his soft lips eagerly sought
out the intimate opening.

Slave piglet tongued the hot anal ring with teasing, liquid laps of his long,
wet tongue, savouring its pungent flavours with submissive delight. How
deliciously humiliating it was to be able to slip one's face into the bottom
split of a complete stranger, and to taste his arsehole like this, the aroused
salve thought. After lapping at the hot pout for a few minutes the slave went to
work on it in earnest. He drove his stiffened tongue past the tight sphincter,
and deeply into the hot, humid tunnel. The tip of his tongue eagerly sought out
the man's prostate, and began to massage it with consummate skill. Slave
piglet's thick tongue speared the pleasure soaked anal ring almost to its root,
so deeply into the dark passage had he thrust it, and his avid lips were
literally glued to the outer edges of the clasping pout.

The gay youth sighed in absolute joy at the sensations he was experiencing, his
rigid penis jerked and throbbed wildly, and he murmured passionately, "Oh shit,
piglet, christ, where did you learn this. Your tongue is so hot, and long its
like a cock fucking me! Oh jesus, I can't take much more of this, it's sooooo
gooood!" Slave piglet flushed with happiness on hearing these words of
admiration. But just as he was about to re-double his efforts, to show the
Master his joy at such receiving such praise, the lad rolled over, and the
slave's tongue was torn from its erotic task.

Slave piglet's passionate gaze was met by the man's throbbing penis arching out
from his smooth crotch, with his smooth, hairless, and swollen testicles tight
at its thick base, "Suck me off, darling harlot, suck me off now! I have to feel
that sensational tongue on my hot prick."  "Oh, thank you, sweet Master," Slave
piglet breathed while his soft tongue laved the youth's squirming testicles, "I
long to feel the hot sweet sap of these gorgeous orbs cooling in my grateful,
slave belly."

Slave piglet then delicately traced the ridge on the underside of the pulsating
penis with the tip of his tongue ending in wriggling it tantalisingly in the
loose folds of skin behind the purple penis head.  He grasped the hot thick stem
at its base and swept his tongue across the fat, drooling glans, savouring the
spicy flavour of the juice that leaked from its tiny slit. The slave grinned,
wantonly at the young Master while he lapped at the head of his penis with his
sensual tongue and giggled girlishly, "Your ravishing arsehole tastes
delightful, precious Master, but I can already tell that the juice of your
beautiful young penis is going to be absolutely delicious, and I can't wait to
feel it splashing into my yearning mouth." He the engulfed the head of the
throbbing organ in his hot, wet mouth, sliding his lips down its rock hard stem
for a couple of inches, and then lashing it with his velvet tongue. On of the
slave's hands cupped the young mans aching testicles and gently squeezed and
caressed them while the forefinger of the other was insinuated into his warm,
moist rectum, its tip quickly finding the prostate and teasing it until it
writhed with pleasure.

Slave piglet slowly forced his head down and his ovalled lips crept slowly down
the length of the penis he worshipped. He opened his throat when the pulsing
head of the penis nudged into it, and allowed his gulping throat muscles to
massage the hot flesh with intimate sensuousness. The slave dove down until his
stretched lips were wrapped tightly around the root of the penis.  He then
paused and allowed his erotically clever throat massage it even more
luxuriously. After a few seconds the kneeling slave drew his lips back up the
throbbing stalk and again allowed his ingenious tongue full reign. Slave piglet
settled into a steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down exquisitely slowly,
alternating between throat and tongue as he worked on the excited penis.

Soon the youth was almost swooning with pleasure and squealed deliriously,
"Sweet jesus, but you know how to suck a prick, you delightful little whore.
I've never felt anyone suck my joint so exquisitely! Oh don't stop, sweet slut,
suck me!  Suck me!" The panting youth then began to pump his hips at the slave's
working mouth, and in no time shrieked, "Oh god! I'm going to cum, you darling
trollop!  You've made me cum! Here comes my load! Drink it down you gorgeous
whore! Here comes your reward!" Slave piglet quickly drew his lips up until they
were tightly closed around the tip of the youth's jerking penis. His silky
tongue pleasure whipped the throbbing meat until it jerked uncontrollably, and a
powerful spurt of rich, creamy semen jetted into his mouth splashing creamily
onto his waiting palate. The ecstatic slave relished the strong musky flavour of
the cream before swallowing it avidly in preparation for the next ejaculation.
The lad spurted six more powerful steams of his sex juice into slave piglet's
adoring mouth before the intensity of his climax began to wane.

Slave piglet wallowed in joy while he fed on the gushing penis. He was in slave
heaven. Not withstanding his strongly heterosexual inclinations he had grown to
love the experience of a penis surrendering its juices to his slavish mouth. It
was deliciously degrading to him to have other men's penises cramming his mouth,
and he now eagerly anticipated the musky flow he was so erotically talented at
extracting from them. He adored the sensation of his own penis writhing in
frustration in its cramped captivity while the hot juice of another flooded his
yearning gullet.

Once the youth's penis had begun to soften, and slave piglet had swallowed all
of it offering he again dove down on it and used his lips to milk every
succulent drop from it, his hand firmly squeezing the soft testicles to ensure
that his talented maw drained them completely. Finally he raised his mouth from
the sated organ and looked with pride at the exhausted lad's red face and
heaving torso, tenderly caressing the stem of his limp penis will waiting for
him to regain his breath.

"Jesus! I've never cum so hard in my entire life!" The spent youth finally
gasped. "I'm beat, pretty little piglet! You've completely drained me. It'll be
a week before I'll be able to get it up again."  Slave piglet chuckled with
pride and said, "Oh no, precious Master. I'll soon get you hard again. You'll
see. I'll bet I can have you lovely standing gorgeously erect within ten
minutes. Then you can fuck my man twat for you pleasure, or if you like, have me
use my man cunt to fuck you. Some Masters I have served think I fuck better with
my whore twat than I suck with harlot mouth. Can I try, Master, I promise you,
you won't be disappointed. Please let me?"

The driver peered down at the grinning slave with a sceptical look on his face
and replied, "You can have a go, slut, but I still can't believe you'll be able
to do it." Slave piglet tittered gleefully having no doubt at all that the limp
penis resting between the youth's slender thighs would soon be stiff and
throbbing with lust. He wormed an arm under each of the male's legs and bent
them back along his body causing the lad's bottom cheeks to rise a few inches
off the mattress, and to split widely baring his anal pout. The slave the lapped
at the now slack testicles for a few seconds, rolling the tender orbs around
with his hot tongue. The sensations were pleasant for the driver, but had no
real effect on his limp penis.

Slave piglet then allowed his lips to drift down onto the youth's anal ring and
his tongue traced its edges with delicate sensuality. The wet orifice soon began
to pulse with pleasure and the slave speared it with his tongue. Because of the
driver's new position slave piglet was able to thrust his long, wet tongue much
more deeply into his rectum. This, of course, allowed the clever slave to
massage the youth's prostate much more vigorously with much more of his flexible
tongue. To compliment the tantalising work of his deeply buried tongue slave
piglet allowed the finger tips of each of his hands to flutter up and down the
length of the man's penis in a most seductive fashion.

After about three minutes of the slave's lascivious attentions the penis began
to twitch and swell. After five minutes the long manly organ was as stiff as
steel, and its delighted owner was filled with pleasure. Slave piglet then
withdrew his long tongue from the Master's pleasure soaked rectum and began to
wetly lap up and down the tense pole of his renewed lust, using his own saliva
to lubricate the long, thick penis in readiness for its journey into the hot
depths of his own arsehole. the driver gazed down at the happy slave in
disbelief and gasped, "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it. You are
amazing, you precious little slut. With your wanton genius you could make a
fortune. I know guys who would mortgage their house to spend a night in your
company. You're terrific!"

Slave piglet reluctantly ceased his languid tonguing of the youth's pleasure
filled penis and beamed up at him with self-satisfied delight, licking his lips
with lascivious pride, and grinning cheekily he said, "I told you so, darling
Master, a skilled harlot can always get a man stiff, especially when that whore
can't wait to experience the joy of having his penis driven up his man cunt.
Please, Master, do you want me to fuck you, or would you rather fuck me?" The
youth laughed at the slave's lewd entreaty, "You really are a passionate little
slut, are'nt you!" He remarked, "I'll tell you what, you can start us off, and
then I'll take over. Would you like that or sweet harlot?"  "Oh yes, Master!"
Slave piglet squealed joyfully, "As much as I love to work my man cunt for a
Master's pleasure, I just adore it when he takes over and reams out my hot,
whore twat with his virile, manly penis and treats me like the lecherous little
slut that I am!" The excited driver then suggested, "Let's get it on the sweet
whore!"

Slave piglet allowed the youth's legs to unfold and moved his own erotically
clad body to worm its way up to the lad's groin. He then squatted over the
youngster's crotch, his own thighs widely spread, and full, muscular bottom
cheeks widely split, and his pulsing anal ring tingling with eager anticipation.
Slave piglet's new position gave the young cab driver his first really close up
look at the slave's smooth hairless crotch. He stared in fascinated astonishment
at the latex rubber pouch, with its tiny padlock, that so cruelly captured,
subdued the slave's penis and testicles, and he just had to ask, "What that
thing on you cock?"  Slave piglet blushed furiously and answered, "That is my
chastity pouch, Master. My Mistress keeps my worm confined at all times. It is
only free when she desires to see it, and it is never allowed to spit unless she
permits it to." Still curious, the driver continued, "But don't you get blue
balls all the time. or do you pull it off whenever you get the chance?"

"Oh no, Master!" Slave piglet cried. "I am a slave. My Mistress controls me
absolutely, especially in sexual matters. She has trained me to obey. She has
trained my worm to react only to her needs. I would never do anything to
displease her." "But what a life," The young man continued, "Not being allowed
to get a hard on, not being allowed to shoot your wad. It must be just fucking
awful." Slave piglet smiled down at the man, and replied, "it's not so bad,
Master, Mistress often allows me to enter her presence with my worm free. She
loves to see it standing so stiff and attentive for her pleasure. And she
frequently permits my scum bags to spit out their offal because it pleases her
so much." The driver, still curious, asked, "But what about when she fucks you?"
A look of disbelief came over slave piglet's face, and he quickly responded,
"Mistress would never belittle herself by allowing a mere slave's worm to touch
her. A slave's worm can only touch another slave, in her view, and then only to
provide entertainment for his Mistress. Whenever Mistress permits my worm to
spew its refuse, it is always for her visual pleasure, and not my satisfaction."

The taxi driver reached out with a hand and felt at the rubber pouch, marvelling
at the sight of the slave's trapped stem squirming like an eel in its cramped
confines, clear proof of the slave's own sexual excitement. Slave piglet was
only too happy to allow the youth to explore his captive sexuality while he
prepared to receive his stiff young penis into his welcoming rectum. He reached
down and bent the hot hard pole up until its spongy head nudged at his waiting
anal pout. Then, with a sigh of utter happiness, slave piglet allowed his cocked
hips to drop a couple of inches. He sensuously massaged the spongy head of the
penis with his anal ring while working the knob past his tight sphincter.

Slave piglet squealed with delight when the large, fleshy head of the penis
finally popped past his stretched ring, and he then allowed his bottom to drop
further and thrilled to the exquisite sensation of the long penis sinking ever
more deeply into his adoring rear passage. When the lust pole was completely
engulfed and slave piglet's smooth bottom cheeks rested on the youngster's tense
muscled thighs both men panted with passionate excitement. Slave piglet began to
slowly roll his bottom in tiny circles. At the same time he concentrated
fiercely and began to ripple the elastic walls of his rectum on the buried penis
caught in its velvet vice.

The young Master's senses exploded with pleasure while his throbbing penis was
so exquisitely massaged in the slave's talented arsehole. He had been fucked by
many men, but never had he been subjected to such immaculately sensual
sensations. He gasped out his passion, "Jesus christ, piglet, how do you do
that, it feels so good. My prick feels like its in heaven. I can't take much
more of this!"

He rolled the slave over on to his back, dragged his stocking clad legs up to
his chest, and began to pump his burgeoning penis in and out of the tight, hot,
clenching arsehole like a man possessed. Slave piglet squealed with pleasure and
cried out in ecstasy, "Oh, darling Master, your fabulous penis is fucking my man
cunt so beautifully, filling the whore twat so superbly that I think I will die
from pleasure! Oh fuck me harder, adored Master! Fuck deeper and faster!" He
pulled the driver's head down in both hands and mashed their lips together in a
searing, tongue duelling kiss, while their wildly plunging hips slapped together
in increasing frenzy.

Slave piglet broke their wild kiss and gasped in ecstasy, "Oh darling, darling
Master, I adore your gorgeous penis! My whore twat is in paradise! Fill my
harlot hole with your fabulous penis! Flood its writhing sleave with marvellous
cream. Cum, sweet Master! Bath my churning twat in your pleasure!" The panting
gasping youth was almost beyond hearing slave piglet's lascivious pleas. All of
his being was concentrated on his jerking, pulsating penis flashing in and out
of the clasping sleave of the slave's hot writhing arsehole. He squealed in
absolute ecstasy while his climax raged like wild tempest. His throbbing penis
erupted like a volcano, and a deluge of boiling creamy semen gushed from its
ecstatic tip and swamped the spasming rectum in a seemingly never ending
torrent.

Both slave and Master squealed their pleasure, "Oh Master! Oh Master! You fuck
so beautifully! Your fabulous penis has killed me with pleasure! Oh I love it
so!" "Sweet harlot! precious whore! gorgeous slut! You have drained me! Your
fantastic arsehole has finished me!" The youth gasped, and collapsed
breathlessly on top of the slave, totally spent. Slave piglet, always conscious
of his duty, slowly rolled the youth over and allowed his clasping anus to
surrender the softened penis. He bent his face to the sated genitals and
completely engulfed the limp tube of the penis in his eager mouth. The slave
thrilled to the pungent, spicy flavours of sex while he suckled the hot soft
meat, cleansing it of all evidence of their lust. He allowed the penis to flop
from his mouth and concentrated on lapping the moist slack testicles at its base
until they too shone, but only with his saliva.

Satisfied that the youths genitals were appropriately cleansed, the slave wormed
his body up until he was lying next to the exhausted man. He snuggled his face
up against the man's neck and contentedly nuzzled his ear with his soft tongue.
The sated youth sighed with contentment, and used his right arm to hug the
slave's warm body to his. Slave piglet reached down with one hand and tenderly
cupped the Master's penis and testicles, gently squeezing the soft flesh while
his tongue tip teased the man's ear and he whispered erotically, "I adore your
splendid penis, Master. Your delicious testicle cream is the best I have ever
tasted. Your lovely testicles produced so much of the succulent ambrosia for me
to feast my yearning belly on, that I though I was in heaven. My heart sang with
delight when I worshipped you stunningly beautiful anus, darling Master, the way
it embraced my lascivious tongue was so gorgeous I was sure I would swoon with
pleasure. You know what, darling Master, I wish I could sleep with you ravishing
penis resting in my mouth, so that I could suckle it for your pleasure whenever
you awoke."

And so it went on, slave piglet whispering dirty thoughts into the ear of his
Master/lover, while the man slowly recovered. The slave gave his sated genitals
another tender squeeze and whispered teasingly, "I'll bet I can get it hard
again, Master." The driver replied with resignation, "I'm not making that
mistake again, sweet slut, I have to get back to work. I'm probably already in
trouble." He staggered from the cot and reached for his clothes. Slave piglet
rose also saying, "Let me help you, Master." While the slave assisted with the
dressing of the sated man he asked, blushing prettily, "Would you tell me your
name, and the cab company you work for, Master. Mistress often has me run
errands for her, and I can ask specifically for you. I would love to taste your
lovely penis again."

The driver was only too pleased to give slave piglet the appropriate information
and, while he was walking back to his cab, his thoughts were filled with dreams
of another session of unbridled lust with the erotic submissive. After the young
man had left slave piglet padded quietly into Mistress Lotta's dim bedroom. He
saw that she had left him a note before retiring, and he read it:

"Slave, I heard some of your little session of lust. I am pleased with your
efforts. You are to wake me at six tonight, for I have to go to the club to
formalise some plans I made before I left for a little exhibition I have in
store for you, as a sort of celebration of the anniversary of your submission to
me, which you no doubt realise takes place tomorrow. You may wake me in the
normal fashion, but with your worm free. When I am awake you are to adopt your
worm free posture so that I can inspect you."

Slave piglet picked up the key to his chastity, and rushed back to his cubicle,
his mind buzzing with erotic anticipation. He set his alarm to 5 PM and tried to
sleep. He did doze off after what seemed to him an eternity, and was rudely
woken by the insistent buzzing of his alarm. He quickly showered and shaved his
body meticulously, enjoying the sensation of his long limp penis hanging free
between his hairless thighs. He carefully made up his face and donned a fresh
slave costume. As a final addition to his submissively erotic appearance, slave
piglet clipped his 'captive penis' earings to his earlobes, and hung his 'Joyful
Slut' pendant around his neck. The slave glanced at his clock as he gave his
appearance a final check, and saw that it was five to six. He walked to his
Mistress' boudoir. He stood for a moment to gaze lovingly at his sleeping
Mistress, looking so desirable with her blonde hair spread over her pillow
framing her striking face. Slave piglet could just make out the shape of his
Mistress' voluptuous body beneath the sensual silk sheet, and his penis rose
steadily until it arched up his firm belly and was as stiff as steel. His
testicles, swollen and full from so much sustained sexual arousal, and no
relief, ached deliciously at the base of the throbbing stem.

As soon as the clock on his Mistress' night stand clicked over to 6 PM slave
piglet carefully lifted the silken sheet and wormed his body onto the end of the
bed. He was able to see, immediately, that his Mistress had slept nude. Her
position as she lay sleeping had on her side had her top leg drawn up towards
her chest. Thus the slave was denied a sight of her sex, but her voluptuous
bottom cheeks were quite widely spread. Slave piglet wormed his way up the huge
bed until his face was mere inches from those shapely mounds. He drew in a long
breath, and, with his own rigid penis pulsing with lust, slipped his face into
the warm fleshy split and pressed his painted lips to the prominent anal ring
nestling there. The slave dutifully plied the intimate pout with the tip of his
avid tongue, teasing it sensuously until Mistress Lotta began to stir, and sigh
with awakening pleasure:

"I am awake, slave, you may take up your position."

Slave piglet slithered back down the bed and out onto the floor. He crawled over
to his slave mat, knelt upright on it with his head bowed, reached back with
both hands and firmly grasped one of his ankles with each. The excited slave
then thrust his hips forward as far as his awkward posture would allow, and
began to sensuously revolve his lower body. What a lewd and lascivious sight he
presented with his enormous, stiff penis swaying erotically with his depraved
gyrations. The slave blushed with delicious shame, and waited for his mistress
to inspect his wanton nudity.

Mistress Lotta rose from her bed, stretched her gloriously nude body
luxuriously, and donned a silk peignoir, belting it at her waist. She walked
around the bed and over to her eagerly awaiting chattel, on the way picking up a
long pointer of the type used by university lecturers. When she arrived she
smiled down at her wantonly performing serf for a few seconds, and then used the
pointer to prod his heavy, tightly packed testicles:

"These appear to be full, little slut." She said, with a chuckle. "I'll bet you
just can't wait for me to let them empty their lurid dregs out of this piece of
hose." She continued, tracing the length of slave piglet's stiff, throbbing
penis with the pointer. "You don't know how lucky you are to be owned by such a
benevolent Mistress as I. I met a domatrix while I was in Germany. Her name is
Mistress Helga. She is also the richest woman in Europe. Mistress Helga owns a
whole stable of permanent slaves, sixteen, in fact, eight 'males' and eight
'females'. Six, three of each, are her personal body slaves, and the other ten
exist solely to serve her friends and acquaintances whenever she entertains."
Mistress Lotta related, still running the tip of her pointer over slave piglet's
obscenely swaying, and acutely aroused genitals:

"When I say 'male' and 'female', I say so advisedly, for Mistress Helga believes
that animals capable of experiencing sexual climaxes are not capable of existing
in a state of true slavery. As she said to me, 'hogs and sows who remain
sexually viable will always harbour desires for their own gratification, no
matter how well trained one might think they are. A true slave should have this
capability removed permanently, so its entire existence, and sole purpose, to
serve its superiors with single minded devotion, can be achieved without selfish
distraction.' To achieve this state in her slaves Mistress Helga has had the
clitorises, and nipples of the females surgically removed, and their cunts
permanently sewn up, with only a small orifice left through which they can piss.
The males have had their scumbags, and nipples removed. But like me, Mistress
Helga finds a stiff worm visually pleasing on her male slaves, so she has had
each deliberately infected with a rare disease, named after a Greek God, I
believe. Any how it has made their worms grow to an unbelievable size, at least
twice as big as yours, and causes them to remain erect at all times, even when
the slaves are asleep. And, of course, the 'males' have all grown tits, which
Mistress Helga has had enhanced through heavy hormonal treatment." As Mistress
Lotta spoke about the castration of the German Domatrix's slaves she emphasised
the issue by hefting slave piglet's swollen orbs with the end of her pointer.
She continued to relate her story:

"Mistress Helga's slaves are all the same age, and were all acquired at the same
time, when they were quite young, ten years of age, I think she said. The have
lived their entire adult lives naked and neutered. Each slave has been highly
trained in its purpose, and is immaculately disciplined. Mistress Helga's body
slaves all have particular duties, and exist for no other purpose. Two of the
males and two of the females are foot and tit slaves respectively, and are known
as simply hog right, hog left, sow right and sow left. The foot slaves spend
their entire lives doing nothing but attending to Mistress Helga's feet. They
wash then, dress them when required, but most of all, worship them with every
fibre of their being. The tit slaves perform similar duties for their Mistress'
wonderful breasts. As she says, 'Dedicating a slave to a single purpose
concentrates its mind and, I can tell you, there is no better foot stool, than a
huge pair of soft tits, without hard nipples to mar their comfortable
softness.'" Mistress Lotta related, prodding slave piglet's hard little nipples
with the pointer for emphasis, then continued:

The remaining two slaves perform more intimate services. The male is her
arsehole slave, referred to as simply, arsehole hog. It attends to her arsehole
when ever she needs ablutions performed and, obviously, whenever she needs to
shit. She never has paper in her toilet, so you can imagine how her anus it
wiped. The slave also, of course worships that intimate part of her anatomy with
all of its heart and soul. The last female, known simply as cunt sow, exists to
perform similar services for Mistress Helga's pussy, with the added
responsibility of pleasuring it for her whenever she feels horny, and has no one
better about to play with. These body slaves are so highly trained in their
respective arts that Mistress Helga is able to achieve orgasms under the
ministrations of any of them although, she admits that the intensity of her
pleasure varies considerable from the weakest peaks of passion, from the
attentions of the foot slaves, to the highest crests of ecstasy from the
arsehole and cunt slaves." Mistress Lotta moved around behind her slave and
tapped at his revolving bottom cheeks before moving on with her tale:

"Mistress Helga's other ten slaves are used exclusively as pleasure slaves for
her many colleagues and visitors. Their training as cock, cunt, arsehole, and
tit suckers is legendary throughout the culture in Europe. It is amazing,
according to Mistress Helga, how completely efficient, not to mention
proficient, a slave can become when physically it has no distractions. I can see
her point but, luckily for you little piglet, I am a firm believer in the fact
that a slave can be most exquisitely humiliated when he is forced to display his
sexuality in the most depraved fashion, as you well know. Besides, it is so
effective to have a sexually capable slave that you control completely, I'm sure
you agree. Now, I have to get a move on, little slut. But, as I've heard, you've
been so good while I was away, I have a little reward for you. So, head back,
and mouth open, quickly now!" The smiling Mistress concluded.

Slave piglet flushed with pleasure and quickly bent his head back so that his
painted face pointed straight up, being sure to continue to erotically undulate
his hips for his Mistress' pleasure. Mistress Lotta swept her peignoir aside and
straddled her slave's face. She lowered her hips until her slightly spread pussy
lips were poised an inch above the slave's gaping mouth. "Don't you dare spill a
single drop, piglet, or I'll be most displeased!" She said, sternly, and then
added in a cruelly mocking voice, "And I might have to send you over to Mistress
Helga's for some bodily modification, and advanced training, and you might not
like that too much."

Slave piglet was not sure whether his Mistress was joking, or not, but he was
not about to test those particular waters, and, almost subconsciously, opened
his gaping mouth even wider as he stared blissfully at the thick swollen lips
nestling so alluringly in the forrest of silky blonde hair an inch above his
adoring eyes. He extended his long tongue tentatively, and gently prodded the
warm lips apart so that Mistress Lotta's golden stream could flow, without
obstacle, into his waiting mouth. The Mistress tensed her body in preparation,
and then, with a contented sigh, allowed her golden champagne to begin to
trickle from her split sex. Slave piglet's taste buds were soon alive to the
salty flavour of the sparkling fluid slowly filling his mouth. He had no time to
fully savour the salty tang, however, for all too soon his Mistress' elixir was
literally pouring out of her splayed sex, and he gulped it all down for all he
was worth, struggling valiantly to prevent even the forbidden drop from escaping
his worshipping maw.

All too soon, from slave piglet's point of view, the heady flow began to ebb
until it was a mere trickle once again. And soon even this stopped. The slave,
conscious of his demeaning duties to the end, used the soft tip of his tongue to
remove the last tiny drops that clung to Mistress Lotta's pubic hair and plump
sex lips. While he worked he mentally fought his urge to give in to the almost
overwhelming desire to sink his tongue into the mouth watering pussy that he
adored so much.

Mistress Lotta, as soon as she was sure that slave piglet had completed his
humiliating task, removed her sex from its position, and allowed her silken
peignoir to drop back into place. She ordered her slave to attend to her as she
walked into her dressing room. The slave spent the next hour assisting his
Mistress with her bathing, make-up, and then clothed her voluptuous body in a
sexy costume. While he worked she spoke to him about the plans she had for the
evening:

"Little piglet, I'm going to spend the night at Master Frederick's house, and am
going there straight after I leave the club. I will fax you your instructions
for tomorrow. Study them well, and don't give me any cause to be ashamed of you.
You can come to the club in a cab, and be sure that you are on time. Your
instructions will inform you of the time you are expected, along with everything
else you need to do. Tonight you can clean up in here, and wash the clothes from
my trip."

As soon as she was satisfied with her appearance Mistress Lotta collected her
handbag, and to her slave's delight, the box that his cum icon was always packed
in when it was transported, and left for the club. Slave piglet, after locking
his chastity back onto his loins, busied himself with the tasks he had been
given, getting a special thrill out of being able to breath in the stimulating
aromas of the crotches of his Mistress's soiled panties. While he worked he
tried to fantasise about the activities that would be required of him the next
day. One thing for certain was that they would involve him in a surfeit of
depraved lust, not to mention extreme humiliation. His wanton little mind also
thrilled to the prospect of perhaps being able to ride in a certain special
taxi.

At about ten PM that evening slave piglet heard the fax machine being activated,
and rushed into the small office excitedly. He watched a the machine spat out a
couple of pages of closely typed script. As soon as the machine stopped he tore
the paper from it and rushed back into the living room to read of his fate. His
excitement grew and grew as he read the document, his penis churning away in its
captivity. He was to dress as a woman for the trip to the club, as a street
harlot of the most lurid type, with his rubberised chastity on.

Slave piglet's anniversary exhibition was to be performed in three separate
acts, all of which would be narrated by the club owner. The first act would
caste him as a female harlot servicing male customers. The two 'johns' he would
service would be chosen from the male slaves in attendance at the club, and he
would be required to erotically satisfy them both, using all possible methods.
In the second act he would remain in the guise of a female whore, only this time
he would be required to service two of the female slaves present at the club.
The final act would involve his solo masturbation, and he would utter his usual
degrading supplication to his cum icon at the climax of the event. During this
exhibition his Mistress desired that he break the club's existing records for
both the time span, and number of single orgasmic ejaculations for a male slut.
The first of these records was an incredible ninety three seconds, and the
second record an equally unbelievable total of fifteen separate gushes during
one climax.

By the time that the slave had finished reading the bizarre document, his whole
body was literally shaking with lust, and his luridly displayed testicles ached
with indescribable longing, while his crunched up penis tube writhed,
snake-like, within the humid, cramped confines of his stiff leather chastity
cone. He put the fax down and breathed deeply for a few minutes to gain some
control over his wildly aroused emotions. Scenes of unbridles lust, with himself
at their centre, filled his mind. The excited slave retired early that night,
but certainly found it almost impossible to sleep, such was the level of his
electrified anticipation. It must have been well past midnight before he dozed
off.

Slave piglet woke early next morning, and went about his business in a state of
hyper excitement. He ate a full cooked breakfast then cleaned the kitchen. He
then took care of the clothes he had laundered for his Mistress the day before,
carefully pressing each garment before storing it in her closet. He then lay out
his costume for the evening, including some new jewellery his Mistress had
acquired for him while away over seas. The ornate, but totally obscene and
humiliating pieces made him blush with humiliation. The impatient slave spent
most of the afternoon reading B & D magazines from Mistress Lotta's extensive
collection, to while away the time. He was filled with elation when it came time
for him to prepare for his night of lust and debauchery.

It took slave piglet all of his considerable self control to will his big penis
to remain limp while he showered, and carefully shaved every single hair from
his body. By the time he was finished his skin seemed to glow softly. He quickly
dried his long blonde locks with an electric hair drier and brushed the hair
until it shone and fluffed up so beautifully that it would have been envied by
even top female models. Next the slave attended to his genitals. He used one
hand to gather up his testicles and the root of his long, thick penis into a
fleshy bundle, and fed them into the base of his rubbery, transparent pouch,
then closed a plastic ring shut behind his testicles.  He then carefully worked
his plumb like glans through another hard plastic ring at the other end of the
open pouch, until it was fitted snugly around the base of the bulging penis
head. Then the slave, using the fingers of one hand, began to push and prod his
long, limp penile stem into the pliable bag, while, at the same time, using his
other hand to carefully close the translucent, barely visible zipper that ran
between the two rings at the apexes of the pouch, and closed up the smallish
sack. Once this zipper was entirely closed slave piglet locked its tab and the
ring behind hid testicles together using a tiny silver padlock.

Once all this was done slave piglet took care to manipulate the pouch so that it
would appear to a viewer to be completely seamless, as if it had been moulded
onto his sex flesh. The slave stood up to inspect his work. He never ceased to
be amazed at the humiliating, but highly erotic visual effect of this bizarre
chastity. It packed his substantial mass of sex meat into a ball the size of
which was no larger than a grapefruit, the twisted up stem of his long penis,
together with his crammed together testicles, clearly visible through the
transparent latex rubber. When the slave was aroused while wearing this
chastity, as he invariably was when seen in public with it on, people seeing him
were granted a graphic view of the stem of his trapped penis writhing, eel like,
in its vain attempt to stiffen. The other effect was, of course, to ensure that
the pressure generated by the containment of the flesh in the bag meant it stood
straight out from the slave's shorn groin presenting an extremely lewd, and, of
course, utterly humiliating display of his captive sex.

Slave piglet next fastened a special garter belt low on his hips, tugging at it
until all its garters hung down in the right places, four for each stocking, and
a fifth, attached to the centre of the back of the belt and tipped with an
elastic band rather than a snap catch, draping down over the crack between his
buttocks. His next act was to sit on his cot and reach out for the stockings he
was to wear. They were pastel pink, fine fishnet hose with prominent silken
seams and sexy lacy tops. Slave piglet shivered with sensual delight as he
smoothed these erotic garments up his long smoothly shaven legs. After ensuring
that the seams were scrupulously straight, he attached the garters to the
stocking tops. The slave then reached back between his legs and grasped the
remaining garter strap. He bent his trapped genitals down this thighs and
stretched the elastic band over the ripe spongy head of his penis. When in place
this caused his normally jutting sex to be drawn down between his legs and thus
not spoil the feminine effect when he wore a skirt by obviously showing that he
was, in fact, a male.

With growing passion the slave quickly strapped bright pink, stiletto heeled
pumps to his feet, and then prepared to attach a pair of imitation breasts,
which his Mistress, always looking for new ways to tease and torment her slave,
had also acquired on her trip, to his slender torso. He opened the box that
contained the false breasts and marvelled at their perfection. Although not
overly large, about the size of half footballs, they were beautifully shaped in
that sensual way that would make them appear heavier than they actually were.
The skin tone of the shapely orbs was not only perfect, but had been treated to
match, exactly, the natural tones of slave piglet's own skin. The mounds were
not filled with the normal silicon, which tends to firm and give the impression
of hardness, but rather with a jelly like substance which much more closely
simulated the real thing. Each delightful orb was capped with a flawlessly
formed, and perpetually erect nipple of reddish brown hue.

A bottle of special glue was supplied with the artificial breasts. It possessed
the strength of araldite, while being soluble in pure alcohol, and was developed
specifically for bonding materials to human skin. The whole ensemble was
manufactured in Germany, where dressing in drag has always been a sort of art
form. Slave piglet began by using an eyebrow pencil to make two marks on his
chest where he would fix the tops of each of the breasts to his skin. It would
not do, he thought to himself, to have one of his new tits higher or lower than
the other. He then carefully lifted one of the mounds out of its box, marvelling
at how the facsimile even felt exactly like the real thing, even down to the
crinkled, rubbery nipple. With equal care he applied a coating of glue around
its edge.

When he was satisfied the slave lifted the wobbly orb in both hands, so as to
support its natural sag, and carefully lined it up with a mark he had made over
his left nipple, then gently pressed it to his skin and held it completely still
for twenty or so seconds. The skin of his chest tingled as the special glue went
to work welding the two surfaces together. Slave piglet held the smooth skinned
orb for twice the recommended time suggested by the manufacturer just to make
sure that it melded successfully. Then he allowed the shapely breast to drop
free. The beautiful orb settled on his chest to form a perfect pear shaped
breast, with a bulging underbelly that reeked of erotic sensuality. The slave,
with the same amount of caution, attached the other imitation breast to the left
side of his torso.

Once both breasts had been successfully glued to his chest slave piglet picked
up a tube of body make-up and applied it to the joins. When he had finished even
the closest scrutiny could not discern that the breasts were not real, and a
natural part of the body from which the hung so sexily. Slave piglet stood up
and, at first, tentatively, and then with increasing vigour, shook them around
to test the strength of the meld. He stated at his reflection in the mirror
while thus engaged, and thrilled with submissive delight at the sheer eroticism
of the feminine look he now displayed. It was with almost disappointment at
covering the sexy looking orbs, albeit barely, that slave piglet slipped the
piece of silk cloth that passed for a dress over his head and smoothed it down
his body.

The 'dress', if the skimpy garment really deserved that title, had been designed
by a famous French fashion designer specifically for street prostitute he had
fallen in love with, and was designed expressly to facilitate the woman's
'trade'. The hem of the dress came down to the slave's mid thigh, just below his
lacy stocking tops, and was split to his hips on either side. Its top was loose
and extremely low cut at the neck so that its wearer's breasts were almost fully
on the display whenever she moved.

As mentioned above the design of the dress was conceived with the special
requirements of a street walker in mind. If her 'john' had paid to see her
breasts then all she had to do was shrug her shoulders a couple of times, and
she was naked to the waist, and, obviously, covering her upper body again was an
easy and quick task. The skirt was able to be move around the waist through
ninety degrees, so that the side splits were able to positioned over groin or
bottom, obviously allowing easy access to the whore's pussy or arsehole,
depending on which he had paid for and, if he had paid to see either, then the
skirt could equally quickly tucked into the waistband of the garment, which was
equipped with a non-functional belt to be used for this purpose.

Slave piglet paraded up and down before the full length wall mirror and admired
the sexy, albeit lascivious creature it reflected back at him, and a tiny,
delicious shiver of wanton passion washed over him. After a few minutes of
carnal enjoyment slave piglet sat down at his vanity table and began to apply
his make-up. He started off by flipping up his skirt so that he could paint the
head of his captive penis with a rich coating of moisture resistant, shocking
pink lip gloss. After he had dried it sufficiently to ensure that the gloss
would not stain the material of his skirt he turned his attention to his face.

With skilled care he painted his full lips with the same gloss,then blushed his
cheeks with rose hued powder, highlighting his high cheek bones. Next slave
piglet turned his attention to his eyes. He applied black line to his eyebrows
and then applied a thick coating of silver mascara to his eye lids. When he was
satisfied he allowed himself to enjoy a couple of minutes marvelling how the
application of highly accentuated make-up changed what is normally a quite good
looking male, into an almost beautiful woman. When he again stood to inspect the
overall effect he was stunned to realise that no one would recognise his as a
male, no matter how closely they were to study him. He had transformed himself
into a perfect, beautiful woman, although, to anyone seeing him, a lascivious
little slut.

He resumed his seat to put the final touches on his appearance, his new
jewellery. He flushed with shame when he placed the new pendant around his neck
and closed its clasp behind his neck. The two inch, circular ornament of the
heavy silver depicted a woman, nude and on her knees before a equally naked
male. The male's penis stem disappeared into the kneeling nude's open mouth.
Around the edge of the circular pendant, in the fashion of a coin, was a circle
of script which, when read, would add markedly to slave piglet's embarrassment
and shame. The finely crafted script read as follows: 'Presented to the slave
slut in recognition of excellence in the art of cock sucking". The slave's face
was still flushing hotly when he reached for a pair of bizarrely crafted silver
earings.

The expertly crafted ear rings depicted tiny figures obviously engaged in the
age old activity known as 'soixante neuf' or '69'. On closer inspection one
could see that one earing portrayed two nude males, and the other, nude females.
Whenever slave piglet moved his head the tiny naked figures actually moved their
heads between their partner's thighs. The slave's final pieces were two rings,
one for the forefinger of each hand. The one the slave fitted onto the finger of
his left hand was decorated with a splayed female sex, and the other, of course,
was in the shape of an erect penis.

Thus slave piglet's preparations were complete. There was still over two hours
to go before he had to be at the club. The slave had planned it this way, to
accommodate his desire to play with the taxi driver whom he had already teed up
to take him to the club, and was due to pick him up in about a half an hour.
Since the journey to the B & D establishment would only take a half an hour,
that was going to allow the slave at least an hour to play with the gay driver.
Slave piglet wondered if he, himself, was slowly turning gay, but quickly
realised that, instead, his Mistress had brought his latent bi-sexuality to the
surface, and had introduced him to the joys of sex with either gender.

Slave piglet placed spare make-up into a shoulder bag of the type favoured by
ladies of the night. He wandered around the apartment, still getting use to the
false breasts flopping sensually around on his chest, and generally revelling in
the sheer eroticism of his entire appearance. He had no doubt that he would
easily be able to achieve the first test he had been allotted by his Mistress
when he arrived at the club, that was, not to be recognised by either patrons or
slaves. Indeed he could hardly recognise himself, such was the flawlessness of
his seductive disguise, let alone anyone else seeing through it. If fact slave
piglet would have wagered that, had his Mistress not already known about all
aspects of his deception, she too would never have recognised him. He glanced at
the clock, and quickly ran to the apartment door, let himself out, and locked
the heavy door after him.

The stunning looking, albeit immodestly attired, slave rushed to the lift and
rode it down to the ground floor of the apartment building. People stared at the
slave as walked from the building, men obviously attracted to him, and women,
equally obviously, staring at his erotic facade with a mixture of disdain, and
barely concealed envy. Slave piglet saw that the taxi had already arrived and
was parked at the curb in front of the building. He rushed over to the cab and
opened the front door, bending low, purposely, to give the driver a good look at
the lovely breasts swaying out from his torso. "Piss off, bitch!" The driver
snapped. "This cab is reserved!"

Slave piglet leered lasciviously, pouting his lips at the driver in a parody of
invitation, just like a real whore would do if in the same situation. "Are you
deaf, you whore cunt! I told you that I'm reserved!" Slave piglet giggled
gleefully, so proud of the perfection of his preparations, "Don't you recognise
me darling?" he lisped huskily. "No. I don't! Now fuck off!" The angry driver
barked, clearly losing patience with the whore. "But I know you well, darling. I
seem to remember that you have the sweetest tasting arsehole in the whole world,
and you should remember that I have the hottest, tightest one you have ever had
the pleasure of fucking."

The driver looked non-plused and peered closely at slave piglet thinking, surely
not, it can't be the same person, it just can't be. He stuttered, "You aren't,
you can't be...". The beaming slave reached down and flipped his short skirt up
to reveal his captive male sexuality. "I don't believe it. " The driver gasped.
Get in, quick!" Slave piglet swiftly clambered into the front seat, next to the
driver, still smiling lasciviously, and reached into his lap to squeeze his
penis, "Aren't I sexy, darling Master," He breathed, leaning over and licking
softly at the youth's ear while shrugging a shoulder to reveal one of his
perfectly shaped breasts, "Don't you just love the pretty tits my Mistress has
bought for me?"

Before the still befuddled driver could answer slave piglet continued, "Let's go
Master, I have less than an hour and a half Before I have to meet my Mistress.
The quicker we get there, the more time we'll have to play before I have to go."
The driver pulled away from the curb, and they were on their way. Once they were
comfortably out in the traffic flow slave piglet slid across the cab's bench
seat and snuggled up to the young driver. He cradled his head into the man's
shoulder and lapped erotically at his ear while dropping one hand into his lap
and unzipping his fly.

The slave slipped his hand into the pants, wormed it under the youth's jocks,
and cradled his warm smooth testicles. While he squeezed and caressed the tender
orbs he whispered, teasingly, lascivious things into the driver's ear like,
"Lovely full balls, darling Master. I just can't wait to drain them of their
sweet sap." After a while the slave shifted the attentions of his tantalising
fingers to the growing stem of the youth's long, thick penis, and continued to
tease his lover/Master, "Mmmmmm, what a gorgeous penis, and to think, it'll soon
be in my hot, wet mouth, and its succulent head will be buried down my throat
feeding my yearning belly with its luscious cream."

All through the trip slave piglet teased and tantalised the poor driver, causing
him no end of problems in concentrating on his driving. By the time the car had
almost reached the slave's destination the lad's penis was throbbing with
excitement, and his mind was filled with passion. Slave piglet, after informing
the man that his destination had been reached by pointing out the non-descript
exterior of the B & D club, urged him to find a nice secluded place to park,
giving the head of his erect penis a long gentle squeeze as if to emphasise the
urgency of the situation.

Needless to say, the young driver could not have been more anxious to comply,
and had soon stopped the big car behind a stand of thickly planted trees that
completely hid them from the road. With totally indecent haste slave piglet had
his Master's penis out of his trousers and was gazing at its exquisite shape
with rapture, whispering wantonly, "Oh, darling Master, you have such a sweet,
big, adorable penis. Oh how I have longed to taste it again."  He then dove down
on it with his eager mouth. Inch after inch of the long, thick, wildly throbbing
organ disappeared into the avid mouth until its swollen, drooling head had
invaded the back of the slave's gulping throat, and his painted lips were
ovalled around its pulsing root. The slave immediately began to bob his head up
and down sucking at the hot bar of male sexuality with single minded passion,
thrilling to its abandoned pulsations, and to the intoxicating, sexual flavours
it flooded his senses with. There was no science to slave piglet's carnal
sucking, he was just eager to drink from the burgeoning penis. There would be
time later, to savour it with slow sensuality, but now he just hungered for its
luscious juices to be pouring down his adoring throat in a torrent of lust.

Indeed, by only the tenth impassioned plunge of the ecstatic slave's gifted
mouth down on the jerking organ, its gushed profusely, filling his mouth with
its rich creamy essence with each powerful eruption. The overjoyed slave
swallowed for all he was worth, slurping down the thick hot fluid with absolute
joy, and milked the pleasure soaked penis with voracious appetite until it was
finally spent. The man had no time to regain his senses after his shattering
orgasm before slave piglet's mouth was jammed against his own in a searing kiss
that had their tongues duelling passionately.

While the two lovers kissed wildly slave piglet drove his hand into the hot
moist crack of the youth's smooth, young bottom cheeks, and speared his hot,
tight anus with a long finger. The lascivious slave teased the lad's writhing
prostate with a knowing finger tip while sensuously stropping his still swollen
penis with his other hand. The two panted and gasped for breath into each
other's wide open mouths, and in a few short minutes the slave had his Master's
penis stiff and throbbing once again. "See, I knew you were able to recover
quicker than you thought." Slave piglet breathed. "And I want more of this!" He
continued, breathless with lust, "I can't get enough of it, it's sooooo gorgeous
precious Master!" As the smiling slave lowered his head to the man's groin once
again the youth, whose only utterances to that time had been tiny squeals of
pleasure, was able to gasp, "Oh jesus, sweet little slut, oh jesus but you're
gorgeous! You have the hottest, sexiest mouth and the cleverest tongue in the
whole world. Oh suck me darling! Suck my prick, sweet slut! Suck me 'til I
explode!"

Needless to say, slave piglet hardly heard the lust crazed driver's almost
incoherent exhortations. He was again lost in his own delicious depravity. His
slavish mouth and licentious tongue was again working tirelessly on the hot
throbbing penis he worshipped so ardently. He tongued the spongy head with total
abandon before driving to the back of his gaping throat, then drawing back to
lash its velvety meat with his flashing tongue yet again, before repeating the
carnal act over again, and again, and again. Within five minutes slave piglet's
promiscuous erotically wriggling tongue was rewarded with a fresh deluge of
musky semen. The elated slave swallowed wildly, drinking down the viscous fluid
with a heart pounding with happiness. He used his insistent fingers to squeeze
every drop from the wilting organ, as if he was afraid that he might never have
the exquisite pleasure of draining it again.

Finally, the slave rose up again, and collapsed against the exhausted driver's
still heaving chest. He turned his face up to the young man's and sighed, "Are
you sure these lovely testicles, " He breathed, cupping the now slack orbs,
still damp with sweat, gently in one hand, while he tenderly squeezed the limp
tube of the sated penis in the other, "And this beautiful penis are'nt feeding
me something narcotic, sweetheart. The more they feed me, the more I long for
more, and each time another load of your succulent cream settles in my belly, I
get a delicious warm feeling all over."

The young driver hugged slave piglet's slim form to his chest, and ran one hand
down to his bottom. He flicked the slave's silk skirt up and insinuated a finger
into the warm, fleshy crack between his shapely bottom cheeks and gently began
to pet slave piglet's anal ring with his finger. "You are the sexiest, most
wanton and erotic creature alive, little slave, and I could also easily become
addicted to you as well." He softly said, and gently pushed a finger tip past
slave piglet's tight tingling sphincter. Slave piglet sighed with pleasure, but
soon whispered, in disappointment, to the youth, "I'm so sorry, darling Master,
I can't let you fuck me today. Mistress would be sure to find out. She has
special plans for me tonight, and I must obey her or she will punish me
terribly. But we still have plenty of time, and I would love to suck you off
again."

For the next five minutes or so they conversed in muted tones while they rested,
or more correctly, the driver did. He asked slave piglet why he put up with the
treatment he received from his Mistress. The slave protested that he loved his
Mistress, and willingly submitted to her. He announced to the disbelieving youth
that he owed his Mistress a debt of gratitude that he could never repay, for
reducing him to the completely decadent sexual animal that he now was. After
all, he explained to his young paramour, if it wasn't for his Mistress they
would never have met. With a half an hour to go before he had to be at the club,
and performing for his Mistress, slave piglet urged the driver to take his
trousers off completely and to join him in the back seat. The lad, of course,
was only too happy to comply, but looked down at his limp organ, and suggested
ruefully that a further erection might just be beyond the talents of even an
expert sensualist like slave piglet. The slave merely smiled at him, poked out
his long tongue, and insinuated a finger into the crack between the man's
buttocks, breathing lewdly, "We'll see, darling Master, We'll see, won't we!" as
he scratched maddeningly at the hard muscled ring of his anus.

Slave piglet knelt on the floor of the cabin, between the young driver's spread
legs. He grasped an ankle in each hand and thrust the male's legs up against his
chest, baring his arsehole, and presenting it at face level. The exited slave
then slipped his face into the deep crack and wetly, passionately kissed the
pungent arse ring. The contact of the slave's lusty mouth on his intimate
orifice caused an abrupt intake of breath in the youth, followed by a wave of
erotic pleasure sweeping though his body. The slave kept his lips glued to the
man's twitching anal pout, and drove his long tongue deeply into the hot,
squirming rectum of his lover. Soon slave piglets deeply buried tongue was busy
vigorously, but exquisitely, massaging the Master's writhing prostate gland,
with maddening effectiveness, especially if the growing movement of his lengthy
penis was any guide.

The soft, limp, organ slowly at first, but increasingly quickly, began to unfurl
and stiffen, filling with the hot blood of its owner's growing carnal
excitement. After about five minutes of relentless rectal stimulation, the penis
once again stood proud and erect, arching out from the driver's shaven crotch,
and up his trembling belly. Slave piglet reluctantly withdrew his tongue from
its depraved duty and smiled sweetly up at his excited Master, "See, darling
Master, I can raise the penis of a corpse, if I put my mind to it. But with a
sexy guy like you it takes me no time at all." He giggled, kissing the tip of
the penis he had caused it to stiffen with such carnal skill, "And since it was
me who managed to make it hard again, then it's only fair that I am allowed to
pleasure it again, and drink from its full font. Don't you agree?" He asked,
caressing the throbbing stem with his fingertips.

"Oh God! You sure can, you sexy little harlot! Go on, you cute, wanton harlot!
Suck my prick dry! I just love your hot, adorable mouth on my joint!" The slave
allowed the youth's legs to lower, but ensured that they remained widely spread,
and gazed adoringly at the highly aroused genitalia before his smouldering eyes.
His hot tongue shot out of his mouth and laved the hanging testicles, ever
tightening, at its pulsing base and breathed, "Are these full, Master? Are your
lovely balls full of succulent juice for me again. I do hope so! I love to
savour its flavours so when you give it to me!"

Without waiting for a response from the lust crazed male, slave piglet
transferred the tantalising attentions of his talented tongue to the standing
sex stalk. He traced the bulging veins, twisting their way up the throbbing
stem, and pulsing with hot blood, with his teasing tongue tip, traced the
prominent ridge that swelled from its back side, from base to tip, and
titillated the nerve filled meat around the base of its purple glans. The driver
was soon shivering with frenzied lust, and whimpering out his need. When he
perceived that the object of his attentions was beginning to lose control, slave
piglet changed his tactics from the seductive to the outright lecherous. He
cradled the swelling testicles in one hand, squeezing them rhythmically. He
grasped the hot hard stem in the other, and began to sensually masturbate it.
And, to compliment both carnal activities, he opened his mouth over the penis'
bulging head and lashed its spongy, pleasure soaked flesh with his velvet
tongue. The young driver had ascended to sexual paradise while his throbbing
penis was so expertly and immaculately pleasured.

Slave piglet's own lust filled brain thrilled with the depravity of his actions.
While his fingers and salivating tongue strived tirelessly at his self appointed
task of debauchery deep wonder filled his thoughts. Who would have believed a
year ago, when he was struggling to make ends meet and living in squalor, that
he would, today, be kneeling submissively, completely transformed in all outward
respects into a whorish woman, and making passionate love to the stiff penis of
a homosexual taxi driver. And even more remarkable, that he would be absolutely
adoring doing it, and longing for the rigid penis to climax so that he could
savour, and consume its creamy issue.

The driver's thighs tensed, heralding the approach of his imminent explosive
orgasm. His buttocks lifted from the dirty leather seat and he thrust his mighty
organ at its sensuous tormentor. Slave piglet, however, adjusted his own
position to accommodate this change without altering his wanton method. He was
determined to see the streams of creamy semen spurting onto his lustfully
wriggling tongue this time, to be able to really appreciate the piquant ambience
of the viscous and manly mixture, before allowing the flowing elixir to slide
down his welcoming throat.

One more minute being subjected to the exquisite torture of the slave was all it
took. The hot pulsating penis jerked uncontrollably in the slave's steady, and
firm grip. The climaxing driver shrieked with ecstasy while the first of a half
a dozen or so streams of rich whitish semen poured from the tip of his
convulsing penis and cascaded over the obscenely wriggling tongue of the equally
jubilant slave. The overjoyed slave's eyes beamed with delight at seeing the
slit at the tip of the cumming penis dilate with each powerful surge. They
sparkled with fulfilled lust at watching the thick, male sex liquid flowing over
around his acutely receptive tongue. And his elated senses sang with delight
while the musky, pungent flavour of the gushing fluid deluged his keen taste
buds.

Slave piglet rolled the pungent semen around in his mouth to fully enjoy its
wanton ambience before swallowing each mouthful elatedly. If the youngster had
been able to observe anything at all, instead of having all of his senses so
concentrated on his own pleasure, he would have marvelled at the look of serene
joy on slave piglet's radiant facade while his enjoyed his depraved repast. He
would have been astonished at the lewd sight of the slave wallowing in his utter
debauchery. He would have been amazed by the obvious delight with which the
beautiful slave eagerly slurped down his flood of his semen.

When the climaxing organ finally ceased spurting, slave piglet gripped the slack
testicles at its spent base strongly, to squeeze every drop of semen from them.
At the same he ringed the base of the penis with his thumb and forefinger, and
stropped it firmly to extract the remaining juice from its softening stem. When
he did this a large bauble of semen oozed from the tip of the spent penis. Slave
piglet glanced up at the flushed face of his lover, smiled impishly, and swept
the globule away with his long tongue. The lascivious slave made a show of
relishing the semen, before the exaggerated bobbing of his adam's apple
signified that he had finally swallowed it.

Slave piglet, when he was finished, rested his cheek on the Master's thigh and
tenderly kissed the soft skinned head of the sated penis. "That was just lovely,
darling Master. You just don't know how happy I feel when I'm allowed to adore,
and make love to such a manly virile young penis. I glow with lust when your
gorgeous penis stands so stiff and proud before my adoring eyes, but my true
happiness only comes when I succeed in draining it of the hot luscious juice
that is now cooling in my contented belly."

The slave rose from the floor and glanced at the vehicle's clock. His heart
surged with fright when he saw that he only had five minutes to be at the club.
He reached down and drew the driver's pants up his legs urging him to hurry or
they would be late. While the exhausted, and sexually satiated, youth drove
slave piglet took out his compact, twisted the car's review mirror around, and
feverishly worked at repairing his make-up. By the time the vehicle drew up at
the shabby building he was satisfied that his perfect features would pass
muster. He was also happy that he had remembered to place a clean cloth on the
floor of the taxi before he knelt. It would not have done to show dirty stains
on the knees of his stockings, no matter how they got there.

The slave got out of the car, leant over, displaying his breasts to the youth,
blew him a kiss and mouthed, Bye Darling. I'll see you soon, I hope." and walked
off towards a door in the front of the building. He gathered his wits and
prepared for the first of the day's tests, to gain entry to the club without
revealing who he was to the slave doorman. When he arrived at the door he
pressed the buzzer and waited patiently. After a couple of minutes a slide in
the centre of the door opened, and a male face peered out at him for a few
seconds. "I don't know you. lady." A gruff voice rasped. "You can't come in
here."

The slide began to close again, and slave piglet quickly implored, "Wait,
please, Sir! Please wait!" and shrugged a shoulder so that one of his perfect
breasts, with its stiff looking peak, was bared and continued pleading, "I am a
slave Sir, visiting from the east coast. My Master knows of this club, and
ordered me to attend it, to submit to it patrons." The door slave paused in
closing the slide, and was about to speak again, but slave piglet cut off his
opportunity by lifting the heavy pendant hanging from his neck and proffering it
to the man, "See the badge of my submission, Sir. Doesn't it prove that I am a
slave, and also a slut. Please Sir! Please! I've been here for a full week, and
need to serve. Please Sir!" slave piglet pleaded, shaking his breasts and
pouting his shocking pink lips lewdly, in an endeavour to convince the slave of
his credentials.

The door slave seemed confused and undecided for a few seconds, then told slave
piglet, a stranger to him in his perfect disguise, to wait while he checked.
Slave piglet stood before the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He hoped
against hope that he would not need to flip up his short skirt and reveal his
bizarrely captive male sexuality in order to gain entrance. After a couple of
minutes the slide re-opened and two faces appeared. The door slave had obviously
gone to a colleague for assistance, considering the decision as to allow entry
by the slave woman to be beyond his ability to make on his own. The other slave
inspected slave piglet as closely as the door slave had, then they conducted a
whispered conversation at the end of which the door slave said, "We suppose it's
OK, We'll let you in since your so pretty, but you had better behave. We're not
going to incur our Mistress' wrath if you behave badly. And we'll take great
pleasure in ejecting your arse out onto the street if you do!"

The heavy door slid open and slave piglet darted inside,with a sigh of relief,
tinged with not a little triumph. His transformation was so flawless that these
two, who actually knew him quite well, had not even come close to recognising
who he actually was.  As soon as he was safely inside, and the door had closed,
slave piglet dropped to his knees before the naked house slaves. After kissing
their toes he raised his face and kissed each one's locked up penis and cried,
"Oh thank you, Sirs. Thank you so much for letting me in. Could you direct me to
the bar please?" One of the house slaves pointed out how to get to the main
entertainment room, and slave piglet rose to his feet and walked off towards it,
his high heels clicking on the polished floor, and his heart skirt swishing,
revealing tantalising glimpses of his sexy stocking tops, and smooth white
thighs.

Slave piglet's pulse was racing by the time he entered the large entertainment
room. He paused at the double doored entrance to the room to gather his
thoughts. When he considered he was ready to face his next exciting test, he
waltzed into the room, flouncing along like a street walker. He went straight to
the long mahogany bar and was soon perched on a bar stool, his split skirt
showing the full length of one thigh, and his loose top draping open so that his
perfect breasts were able to be seen by anyone who came close enough, and wished
to inspect the shapely false orbs.

A nude bar slave approached him and asked if he would like a drink. Her cute
little body showed off a set of obviously enlarged breasts which stood out firm
and alluring on her slender torso, and the cluster of silver rings piercing her
smoothly shaven sex were gathered together and locked up with a tiny padlock.
Slave piglet who rarely drank anything alcoholic was careful not to order the
drink he usually had, orange flavoured mineral water, to help maintain his
anonymity, and asked for a coke instead. When the sexy little girl returned with
his drink he made a show of opening his purse to pay for it, even though he well
knew that payment would not be required. "Don't worry about that, sweetie." The
bar slave said, "All drinks here are complimentary."

Slave piglet took his drink, smiling seductively at the pretty slave, and began
to sip it. While he was thus engaged he took the opportunity to survey the rest
of the room, reflected in the long mirror on the back wall of the bar. He noted
that a fair crowd was already in, all of the alcoves already occupied with
Mistresses, Masters, and, of course, a fair number of slaves of both sexes. His
eyes searched for his own Mistress, and his heart gave a tiny leap when they
found her. She was seated with Mistress Desire and Master Frederick, all three
dressed in highly erotic, and dominant fashion. At their feet, and locked in
passionate embrace, were the slaves pussy and sow. Both were dressed in nothing
but suspender belts and hose, and slave piglet felt a pang of jealousy while he
watched the tiny transsexual, pussy's hands sliding erotically over and around
sow's enormous breasts.

As he continued to scan the room slave piglet saw that his own presence was
eliciting considerable interest from the patrons. They were obviously curious as
to who this sexy new woman was, and probably more importantly, was she as
wantonly sluttish as her licentious appearance promised. After a short while a
Master, dressed entirely in supple black leather, approached the bar. After he
had ordered his drink from the nude bar slave he glanced down at slave piglet
and commented, "Nice set of tits, slut." Slave piglet flushed prettily, kept his
lowered eyes fixed on the dominant's bulging crotch, shook her shoulders
slightly so that the large pear shaped orbs wobbled lewdly, and replied, "Thank
you Master, my tits are filled with happiness for having pleased you." The man
chortled mockingly, collected his drink, and returned to his table.

A succession of Masters and Mistresses visited the bar to inspect the new
arrival, with much the same results. The news soon circulating the room was that
the woman was a visiting slave, and had come to the club on the instructions of
her Master, and more importantly, hoped to be allowed to entertain the members
with a display of her submissive and depraved nature. Another rumour soon
circulated, to the effect that the slut would be given her opportunity to prove
her status with an exhibition towards the end of the evening, and everyone was
quite looking forward to the event which, of course, promised to display some
new submissive and debauched meat for them to enjoy.

The night wore on in its usual fashion, with lewd exhibitions being staged every
hour or so for the entertainment of the patrons. Slave piglet watched as two
male slaves gave an demonstration of mutual penis sucking, then two females
fornicated with each other with enormous dildos. This was followed by a tiny
female slave girl being taken around the world by three well hung male slaves,
their massive penises plunging into her welcoming orifices in a display of
completely degenerate sexuality. There were three solo masturbation shows that
were sexy and stimulating without making the blood boil. Slave piglet's own
penis moved slowly in its captivity without becoming too animated. In short, the
evening rolled along with a simmering, undercurrent erotic tension.

At about eleven o'clock slave piglet was given a sign by his Mistress to prepare
for his own exhibition. Slave piglet's pulse began to race with excitement and
he waited impatiently for her introduction to signal the commencement of his
erotic humiliation, his trapped penis stalk churned wildly in its cramped
prison, while all of his submissive senses became acutely aroused. The club's
statuesque Mistress of ceremonies strode to her microphone and the slave's heart
seemed to leap into his mouth as she began to speak:

"Friends, as you are all by now no doubt aware, we have a visitor in the club
tonight. I must admit that I have been a little remiss in informing you about
her before, but I thought that a little intrigue would not go astray. I have, of
course, been in contact with her owner and together, we have planned a quite
exciting event to allow the little slut to display her harlot-like character.
There will be an exciting twist at the end of the show that I'm sure will prove
to be a most exciting climax, but more about that later. As you will no doubt
have noted from her demeanour this evening, the slut loves to act the street
whore. I fact, her owner has informed me that she is not happy unless she is
permitted to be a harlot, and is used to service customers of both sexes. She
adores offering her body to others, and freely, and joyfully submits to the most
debauched activities imaginable. I am reliably informed that her sole aim in
life is to be known as a perfectly submissive, and immaculately perverted slut.
One unfortunate problem is that her owner has just had her slack cunt tightened
surgically, and it is not yet sufficiently healed, and is therefore not useable
tonight, much to her disappointment I am sure. However, not to worry, the slut,
apparently, loves to use her arsehole almost as much anyhow. For you added
pleasure I have agreed to narrate the harlot's performance which is to take the
form of a play."

While the club Mistress was talking the stage had dimmed, and activity on it was
taking place, setting up the set for the coming performance. Slave piglet,
almost wild with excitement, had left his place at the bar and moved around to
the rear of the stage. Two male slaves, and the slaves pussy and sow had also
left their places at their owners' feet, excited to have been chosen to perform
roles in the coming exhibition. All had gone to dress for their parts. When they
appeared to be ready, the Mistress again began to speak. The exhibition had been
set up this way to eliminate the need for slave piglet to speak himself, and so
to eliminate the risk of his voice being recognised by members of the audience.
The stage lights came up to show a small street scene:

"The scene, friends, is a red light district in any city around the world.
Customers are trolling for a harlot to use to slake their lusts, and the harlot,
of course, is trying to attract their attention with her charms."

The scene unfolded on the stage while the narrator spoke. Slave piglet leaned
against a false wall, one leg raised. knee bent, to reveal a sexy, lacy stocking
top, and twirled his purse idly, presenting a picture of a street harlot waiting
for business. One of the male slaves walked onto the set, dressed in a suit. He
wandered past slave piglet, turned and walked back past him, just like a client
inspecting the goods. Slave piglet, for his part, began to act out his role as
soon as the man appeared. He cooed at the man, beckoning him over, flashing him
a glimpse of a breast from time to time:

"The john is getting interested. He is beginning to like what he sees. The
harlot steps up her seductive offering to entice him further. Now he approaches
her. She asks him expectantly, 'What is your pleasure, darling. I can show you a
good time.' The john asks to see the whore's tits. She answers, 'That costs
twenty cents, lover. Do you want to see?' The man flicks her the coin, and she
shrugs her top off her shoulders revealing her plump tits to his excited gaze."

Slave piglet shrugged his shoulders and the top of his dress slid down his
torso. His facsimile breasts wobbled sensuously on his chest as he shook them
sexily at his prospective client:

"The harlot is getting the john's interest, but realises that she needs to
increase her efforts if she is to make any real money, 'Do you like my tits,
lover.' she asks, shimmying the big globes a little more vigorously, 'I can suck
you off for a dollar. I've got the hottest mouth on the street, and just love to
suck big, manly, cocks like yours.' The harlot says temptingly, continuing to
flaunt her wares at the john, and licking her painted lips lewdly in a parody of
sucking. The john made a show of considering the option, then asked, 'Do I still
get to see your tits while you suck, bitch?' The slut replied, 'Of course you
do, lover, and for an extra fifty cents you can even touch them if you like.'
The john took out his wallet and extracted a dollar bill, and a fifty cent
piece. He offered the money to the happy whore who placed it in her purse and
slid to her knees before him."

The action on the stage closely followed the Mistress' narration. Slave piglet
knelt at the slave's feet, his breasts still bare, and teasingly unzipped his
fly. He reached into the trousers and extracted the man's semi erect penis and
full testicles, cooing with delight. The man reached down and cupped the
kneeling slave's full breasts and began to kneed the jutting orbs roughly:

"See the look of lust on the slut's face when she finally gets her hands on her
john's prick and nuts, and she, in typical whorish vogue, teases, 'I just knew
that you would have a lovely big prick, lover. I'll bet it tastes delicious too!
You can be as rough as you like with my tits, I love them treated tough. The
more you maul them the better I suck.' While the harlot swallowed the john's
cock whole, his busy hands squeezed and smacked at her hanging udders."

Slave piglet sucked the stiffening penis deeply into his hot, wet mouth, and
thrilled to the sensation of the thickening meat cramming his stuffed maw, its
drooling head stretching his gulping throat. With his painted lips pressed
firmly into the slave's smooth shaven groin he sucked vigorously at the deeply
buried penis until it was as stiff as steel and throbbed wildly in his throat.
He then allowed the rigid erection to escape the voracious confines, allowing it
to stand upright from its owner's crotch, then transferred the attentions of his
avid mouth to the fat testicles hanging below it. He nuzzled wetly at the
hanging orbs, lapping and laving their smooth skinned bag, and tenderly sucking
each into his mouth:

"The harlot went to work on her john. After sucking his cock to aching stiffness
the lascivious little trollop went to work on his swelling nuts, mouthing the
eggs until their scum boiled in lust. Then she returned to his prick and went to
work on it in earnest, after all, to a harlot, no matter how much she enjoys her
work, time is money."

In perfect timing with the relation of the story slave piglet again sucked the
slave's burgeoning penis into his adoring mouth and suckled on it with every
once of his famed skill. His tongue went wild over the hot hard stem while his
velvety throat muscles massaged its drooling glans with supreme erotic mastery.
The sucking slave's taste buds thrilled with the piquant flavours of the penis'
dripping juices and he lost all track of time and place, losing himself
completely, in the luscious depravity of his debauched display. His heart soared
with joy when the huge penis sprayed its ecstasy into his adoring mouth. He
swallowed the creamy semen with gusto, his eager, wanton mouth emptying the
spewing organ like a vacuum cleaner.

"Oh how the lecherous slut adores the scum pouring out of her john's gushing
cock. Look how her throat bobs while she drinks the offal down like its is the
finest of liqueurs, and she just can't get enough of it. Needless to say the
john is ecstatic and, while the whore finishes draining him of his essence, he
caresses her tender tits with an emotion bordering on something more than mere
lust. After she cleans him up, and returns his spent prick to his pants. She
sends him on his way imploring him to spread the word concerning her expertise
as a cock sucker of extraordinary expertise. She returns to her position against
the wall, and awaits her next client. Soon a young woman appears, looking for a
little lesbian action."

The tiny transsexual slave pussy wandered onto the set. She was dressed in a
tight fitting dress with a short skirt split to her waist, and obviously
panty-less. Her huge breasts threatened to spill out of the dress' low cut neck
line of her dress. Slave pussy made a show of teetering back and forth in front
of slave piglet in her impossibly high heeled pumps. And slave piglet too, made
a show of appearing to ignore her presence:

"The little dyke is nervous about approaching a harlot. It's her first time, and
she's not sure how to act. The harlot, of course, wants her off the street. She
might distract the whore's prospective johns. In fact she is probably
competition, and from the size of her fat tits, serious competition, 'Piss off,
slut!' Our little whore cries, 'Go and peddle you fat arse somewhere else, this
is my spot!' The dyke flushes with embarrassment, especially considering how she
wants to use the harlot. 'I'm not a prostitute', she replies in a shuddering
voice. 'Then what are you doing here, bitch?' the street whore demands. The tiny
slut's tentative reply reveals all, 'I want to hire you, you know, to do things
to me. Well...., one thing in particular, actually.' Our harlot's demeanour
changes immediately, of course, she is not choosy about who she services, nor is
she too particular about how she does it, so long as it pays, 'Oh that's
different, sweety. But aren't you a hot little slut. Such big tits on such a
little girl. I'll bet your shoulders ache carrying those around all day. Don't
be shy, tell me what you like. I'll bet it's sexy, tits sucked, pussy fingered,
clitty lapped, which is it. I'll do any of those for just a dollar?' The tiny
lesbian replied, embarrassed, 'Well, my friend does all those things to me all
the time, but she refuses to do what I want most of all, says it's sooooo dirty,
and too perverted for her to even contemplate. I want someone to suck my arse
ring, and put their tongue up my arsehole. Will you do it! Please! I'll pay
anything! And I've cleaned my arsehole scrupulously so you won't be bothered by
it. Please!'

The scene with the pleading nymphette, and the seasoned harlot, was beautifully
played out. But what was even more exciting for slave piglet, was that he was
certain that slave pussy had no idea who he really was. There was absolutely no
sign of recognition in her clear brown eyes. While the commentary continued
slave piglet pretended to be reluctant about the request of the cute
transsexual, while she pretended to become more and more agitated in her pleas:

"Finally the street trollop agrees to her client's unusual proposal, but is
determined to make it worth her while. Secretly, of course, the perverted little
whore is filled with sluttish lust, and can't wait to get her tongue into her
customer's tight, hot, little arsehole, "Well..., OK, I suppose that I can do
that. But it'll cost you. I don't come cheap for sucking arseholes. It'll cost
you a whole two dollars!" The client was quick to tender the cash, which just as
quickly disappeared into our harlot's purse. The degenerate trollop dropped to
her knees, and instructed her dyke patron to hike up her skirt and straddle her
face."

The audience were rapt with the scenes they were watching. Not so much because
each was particularly depraved in itself, but because they were different from
the usual fare and, in a sense, far more highly erotic. Ripples of laughter
spread around the room each time slave piglet gave his ridiculously low prices
for his services, and sustained applause greeted the end of each scene. Slave
piglet's extreme excitement was almost palpable when he knelt before the
stunning transsexual, and his restrained penis moved like an agitated snake in
its rubber incarceration. Slave pussy took up her position in front of his
kneeling body and hiked her skirt up over her hips to reveal her rounded bottom
cheeks. She lifted one of her legs and braced her foot against a window sill
that formed part of the backdrop. This, of course caused those shapely, alluring
cheeks to split apart before slave piglet's excited eyes:

"Our depraved harlot prides herself on giving value for money, and when the cute
dyke bared her bum slabs, and gave her a view of her wanton arse ring she
squealed, 'Oh what a cute little arsehole, darling. I can't imagine why your
lover won't tongue it for you. I'll bet it tastes as luscious as it looks. Here,
let me taste!' The harlot raises her face to the split cheeks and lewdly laps at
the little brown knot. The dyke shivers with untamed lust and shrieks, 'I just
knew it would feel like this. Your tongue feels so good, but don't tease it
slut!' Suck it hard! Make me explode with lust!'"

Slave piglet stopped teasing the pulsing anus with the tip of his busy tongue,
and drove it deeply into slave pussy's hot rectal tunnel. He washed the writhing
walls of her rectal chute passionately with his wriggling tongue, but took extra
care to ensure that his lips were not glued to her anal ring, so that the
audience would be able to see his thick tongue being gripped by the highly
stimulated anal pout of his slave lover. He continued to tongue slave pussy's
pleasure soaked arsehole until she could take no more, and her leg fell off the
sill. The closing of her legs forced slave piglet's face from between her
trembling buttocks, and he completed the scene by gazing up at the flushed face
of the transsexual, and licking his bright pink lips lasciviously, as if he had
just been tasting the most succulent morsel on the face of the earth:

"From the state of the dyke, our hot harlot must be very good at arse sucking,
and ever ready to look after her income she calls out after the departing
lesbian slut, 'Any time, sugar, any time you feel like having your delicious
arse pit sucked you know where to come.' But, what's this. Another john, and a
big black one at that. Our little whore is beside herself with wanton lust, she
just adores black prick. They are so big and hot, and they stretch her cunt so
beautifully when they fuck her. But wait, her poor cunt is not yet healed from
her operation. No matter, she can use her arse pit to drain a big, black cock,
in fact it would please her sluttish lusts even more to have a big black prick
ream out her tight hot arsehole. The depraved whore decides that attack is the
best form of defence in her quest to have her arse fucked, and she offers it to
the john immediately, flicking up her split skirt and waving her fat bottom
mounds at him while calling, 'Hey honey! You can fuck my hot arse for ten cents.
What do you say. It's the hottest, tightest arsehole you've ever sunk your big
black prick into I'll swear!"

Slave piglet, following the narration to the letter, bent over and flipped the
short skirt up over his nude buttocks and waved the smooth skinned cheeks at the
ebony slave. He was careful to keep his legs crossed to hide his bizarrely
imprisoned penis from the watchers sight. The slave unzipped his fly and, after
flicking a silvery ten cent piece to slave piglet, extracted a huge black penis
already throbbing with arousal, and as hard as steel. While he moved in behind
the seductively swaying cheeks, he spat into his hand and lubricated his
enormous stalk with his own saliva. Without any preparation he drove the
monstrous sex pole into slave piglet's aching rectum. The whore slave squealed
with a mixture of pain and pleasure when the huge head ripped past his tight
sphincter, bit sighed in ecstasy while the long slab plunged into his hot,
welcoming bowels until the slave's thighs were crushed against his smooth bottom
cheeks, and he was completely filled:

"It looks at first as though the depraved trollop has bitten off more than she
can chew. But knowledgable viewers will no doubt have perceived that the
debauched slut's squeals have quickly changed from hurt to joy. She just loves
having her hot little arse ring stretched by hade cock. See how the whore's
dilated ring embraces the prick, see how it squeezes it in wanton lust. Our
harlot is really enjoying this as is, no doubt, her ravisher. Look how she sways
her fat arse slabs. She milking the cock for all she's worth. She can't wait to
feel it erupt inside her dark clutching hole. Her thirsty arse pit is striving
to drain her john's swinging nuts. Here it comes! The john can't hold back any
longer! The whore's lecherous arse ring has brought him undone. Listen to our
harlot keen with delight while her churning pit is flooded with boiling scum!"

Indeed, a keening sound escaped from slave piglet's gaping mouth when the
gigantic penis exploded in his aching rectum. His pounding heart almost burst
with lust when he felt the hot splashes of semen flooding the writhing walls of
his arsehole. His anal ring snapped even tighter around the gushing stalk, and
his interior muscles milked its spurting length with almost feral savagery. The
black slave collapsed onto slave piglet's bent back in sheer exhaustion, his
large hands cupping the drooping breasts that swung erotically from the slave
whore's heaving torso. Slave piglet, despite his wild ecstasy, did retain the
awareness to stop one of the hands from wandering down into his groin area:

"Well, has that satisfied our debauched slut. I think not. Look how her wanton
arse ring is trying to stop her john's emptied prick from leaving it. Or is the
licentious harlot just making sure that her perverse arsehole allows none of the
scum to be denied from it. I think the latter myself!"

The black slave zipped himself up and sauntered from the stage. While he tried
to appear nonchalant, it was obvious from his panting breath that he was still
recovering from slave piglet's sensuous attentions. As for slave piglet, he
straightened up and allowed his short skirt to drape back down over his bottom
and resumed his position against the wall. A couple of minutes later the
voluptuous slave sow mounted the stage. Slave piglet's heart skipped a beat as
she teetered over towards him in her high heels. She was clad in a halter top
which had no realistic chance of containing her enormous breasts. In fact, most
of the massive mounds were bare, the tiny triangles of cloth only really
covering her stiff nipples. Her lower body was fitted with an extremely short
tight skirt that barely covered her pussy, and left the lower halves of her
bulging bottom cheeks bare:

"But what have we here, some completion for our harlot, perhaps. Let's see. Just
look at the lust shining in our whore's wide eyes. She just can't believe the
size of the tits she's seeing. How can this slut stand up straight. Those udder
must weigh a ton each. Is that a stormy look of anger on the new arrival's face.
I think so. Let's see what develops. Oh yes it is! The new harlot screeches,
'This is my spot, you slack bitch! What are you doing here! I'll slap you silly
if you've stolen any johns! Fuck off before I punch your tits silly!' Well now,
how is our depraved heroine going to handle this. But she had better be quick,
or she might wind up on her fat arse on the pavement."

Slave piglet did not have to act out his desire when he gazed at the
irresistible charms of slave sow, he was, as we know, already ensnared in her
sensual web. Slave sow was, however, acting out her part, but slave piglet could
see evidence of slight confusion in her blazing eyes, and he knew he had to act
before that confusion became recognition. Not that he though she would knowingly
give away his lewd deception, but rather that her own deep seated love for him
might unwittingly become apparent to their audience:

"Our slut is nothing if not a quick thinker, and she stutters out to the
newcomer, 'Oh no, I'm not a whore! I'm not trying to horn in on your action! I'm
a customer. I've come down here to buy a cunt to suck.' Clever little vixen,
isn't she?"

The audience laughed uproariously at this development:

"Now the new whore is interested, but still not convinced. She decides to test
the waters, 'Give me ten bucks, and I'll allow you to suck my tit while I decide
if you're for real!' Our slut scrabbles into her purse and produces a ten dollar
bill which she offers to the object of her uncontrolled lust. Then, with almost
indecent haste she goes to work on the tit she has brought."

Slave piglet lowered his head to slave sow's huge chest, glad to have his face
out of her sight for fear that she was soon to recognise him. He dragged the
cloth of the halter away from the nipple of her right breast, gazed adoringly at
the thick stiff nubbin, and then closed his hot mouth over it and began to suck
on it passionately. Slave sow used one hand to pet her lover's soft blond hair
while using the other to enhance the pose of thought she struck. Soon, however,
her nipple throbbed with pleasure, and her thoughts were disturbed by something
somehow familiar about the tongue teasing her sensitive teat so deliciously. She
shook the thought from her head and continued with her act:

"The new harlot is still undecided. Perhaps this slut is genuine, or is the
little trollop feeding her a line to get herself out of trouble. Meanwhile our
heroine is sucking the teat with all the skill she possesses, not, as we may
surmise, to get herself off the hook, but to convince the harlot that she should
experience her hot tongue in her wanton cunt. 'OK bitch!' the intruder snaps,
'I'll let you suck the drool from my twat for two hundred. But I'll have to
empty my cunt pit first. I've just used it to drain the scum from a half a dozen
jocks who bought my cooze for their annual gang bang, and it's as sloppy as a
swamp.' Well, just look at the effect of this piece of news on our heroine. Is
she revolted by what she has just heard? Will she rush from the scene in
disgust? She tears her mouth from the distended teat and squeals in wanton lust,
'Three hundred! No four hundred! Four hundred to be allowed to suck your pussy
clean! Please, darling, Please!' the hot slut begs gazing up from the tit at the
astonished whore. Well, friends, if our seasoned harlot needed any more proof
she has got it. She grabs the four crisp one hundred dollar bills our slut has
offered and, after sliding her skirt up around her waist, perched her nude arse
cheeks on the window sill and spread her legs wide."

Slave piglet sank to his knees before slave sow. His heart sang with joy while
his sparkling eyes drank in the sight of her lurid sex. He realised immediately
that she must have come straight from the club's relief room, and had not been
cleansed by that room's pussy cleaner. Her plump sex lips were red and swollen,
and her whole pussy was literally swimming in a sea of pale creamy semen. Her
prominent clitoris was stiff and shiny and so aroused that almost its entire
length had escaped from its protective sheath. Slave piglet sighed with delight
when the heady aroma of unbridled sexual lust invaded his nostrils, and he
dipped his face towards its carnal reward with indecent haste:

"Would you look at that harlot's scum drenched twat. Did she say only a half a
dozen pricks had gushed into it. More like fifty to me. But would you just look
at our little whore. Look at her sniffing at the fucked out cooze. She's like a
bear around a honey pot. She wants it more than anything else in the world. Oh
Lord, will you look at that. The slut's tongue is ploughing up the scum soaked
meat of the harlot's split like a cat lapping cream. She feasting on it as if
she hasn't eaten in a week!"

Indeed slave piglet's long tongue lashed the dripping flesh of slave sow's
dripping pussy like a threshing machine. His lust heightened taste buds were
swamped with the musky, spicy, flavours of penis and vagina. His fevered brain
buzzed with carnal exhilaration, and his penile stalk writhed uncontrollably
within its rubberised sheath. The adoring slave slurped the creamy juices from
his slave lover's swampy sex with utter joy. He plunged his wriggling tongue
deeply up her spasming vagina and siphoned out the juices ravenously until her
sex was cleansed of every speck of her previous gang rutting.

"Well, friends, it looks as though our heroine has managed to feed her belly
with all of the whore's scum because she's now engaged in receiving her reward.
She certainly knows what she's doing, doesn't she. The big whore's cunt must
think its died and gone to slut heaven by now. What a tireless tongue our
heroine has, and how she obviously loves to use it. But what have we here. It
looks as though our depraved trollop has decided to put the fat harlot out of
her misery. Look at that tongue go on that girl cock. Look at the lewd lust
spike tremble, and would you just look at her face. The lascivious sow can't
believe such ecstasy is possible. Her whore cunt is going to explode!"

Slave piglet's aching tongue lashed the rigid spike of slave sow's throbbing
clitoris with the force of a buzz saw, lined with velvet. Slave sow's full
thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her legs slipped from the sill while her
interior muscles began to contract wildly. She squeezed her hot moist thighs
around the kneeling slave's head, and in a fit of ecstasy, her erotically
tormented vagina erupted in violent delirium. Slave piglet tore his mouth from
her convulsing clitoris and drove his tongue up her wildly spasming vagina. The
writhing walls of the silky sex pit gripped his buried tongue like a velvet
vice. Slave sow's heels drummed on slave piglet's silk clad buttocks and he
thought her thighs were going to crush his skull, such was the intensity of her
climax, and it seemed to last forever. After what seemed an eon the orgasm began
to wane, accompanied by a series of aftershocks, only then did slave sow's
clasping vagina loosened it grip on slave piglet's aching tongue.

"I'm sure our little sluts are overjoyed to hear such rapturous applause for
their lurid performance, friends. From the look of them I expect that the fat
whore might be willing to hire our little heroine as her permanent twat lapper,
don't you. Her slack cooze looks like it enjoyed the experience anyway."

The scene ended with slave sow drawing slave piglet's body up from its kneeling
position until she was able to hug him against her chest and their lips were
glued together in a searing kiss. She deliberately thrust one of her thighs
between slave piglet's legs and, of course, encountered his imprisoned penis.
She broke the kiss and whispered into the slave's ear while the lights over the
stage slowly faded into darkness, "Oh, darling piglet, I knew something was
familiar, but I wasn't sure. The tits look so real. They're not are they?
Mistress Lotta could not have had them grow so quick, could she? Anyhow, I knew
it was you as soon as your gorgeous tongue went to work on my girl prick. No
other tongue can pleasure woman cock like that. Slave piglet whispered back,
"Precious sow, I thought I would give myself away as soon as I started to suck
on your luscious teat. But when my face was buried in you enchanting cunt meat I
knew I was lost, but no longer cared. All I existed for was to pleasure your
succulent girl prick for you. I love you, darling sow. Please don't tell! I love
you more than I love Mistress Lotta. I adore you beautiful tits. I worship your
stunning cunt. I idolise your ravishing arsehole. I love you more than life
itself!" slave piglet sighed into slave sow's ear his heart aching with emotion.

A surge of terror swept through slave piglet's body when slave sow began to
quietly sob, her huge breasts heaving against his chest. He whispered
frantically, "I'm sorry, sweet sow! I'm so sorry to have hurt you. Please
forgive me?" But his fear soon changed to elation when slave sow whimpered into
his ear, "No! No! my darling piglet. I am not crying in misery. I'm sobbing with
sheer joy. You have filled me with happiness. I love you too, more than anything
in the world, more than my Master, much more than my Master, and until I met you
I had never loved anyone like I loved my Master!"

She then struggled to break their embrace. She stared into slave piglet's
adoring eyes and smiled lovingly, "I have to go, sweetheart. Make your show a
celebration of us." With that she padded off the stage and disappeared into the
gloom, her enormous breasts swinging from her chest with her gait. Slave piglet
glowed with happiness. If he had had any doubts that he was going to break
records that night before, they were all banished now. He would be breaking the
records for his Mistress, but his penis would be gushing for his slave lover's
enjoyment. These thoughts were suddenly broken by the arrival of a couple of
house slaves who went to work dismantling the set, and preparing the stage for
the climax of what they thought would be the visiting slave's performance.

Slave piglet drifted off to the performer's dressing room to prepare for his
obscene display. He blinked his eyes when he turned on the light in the room. He
saw the box for his false breasts had been delivered, and next to it was a tiny
key. The slave shrugged off his scarlet dress and opened the purse to remove his
compact. He fixed up his make-up carefully, astonished to find that it had not
been badly damaged during the excesses of the performance. He then took up the
key and unlocked his chastity. He sighed with delight while his freed penis
unfurled and stiffened until it was hard as rock, and sprouted up his lean belly
until its pink painted glans was almost level with the bottoms of the false
breasts still drooping sexily from his chest. His testicles were hugely swollen,
ripe, and bursting with sap, and jutted out as tight as drums from the base of
his thick penis.

The aroused slave took out his pink lip gloss and set about painting the entire
sex stalk, and bulging testicles with the gloss. He worked diligently until his
entire genitalia shone with the gloss and stood like a pink tower between his
slim muscular thighs. The slave gazed at it and shivered with wanton lust, eager
to show it off for the audience. After one last check of his erotic appearance
in the full length mirror he knew he was ready, and waited with growing
impatience, for the club Mistress to announce him. He shivered with delight when
her speech began, and moved out and back onto the stage and took up his
position. He was curious about a thin wire that seemed to drop from the ceiling,
with its lower end poised about two inches above the tip of his achingly erect
penis. He thought to himself that it must have something to do with measuring
for the record attempts, and gave it no more thought. Off to the side of his
obscenely posed body, he knelt with knees wide spread and leaning back so that
his penis and false breasts were thrust out wantonly, was a low table with a
small bottle of clear liquid:

"Friends, we are about to witness the climax of our visiting vixen's show. I'm
sure that its depravity will exceed anything we have ever witnessed in this club
before."

A cone of brilliant light suddenly lit up slave piglet's chest targeting his
facsimile breasts, but leaving the rest of his body in total darkness. As soon
as this happened slave piglet began to shimmy his shoulders causing the shapely
mounds to roll and shake erotically. He raised his hands to cup the beautiful
orbs, and began to squeeze and sensually caress them, tweaking their stiff,
rubbery nipples lustfully. After a few minutes he reached out and took the
bottle in his hand. His rapt audience believed that it contained massage oil,
and the slave was about to increase the lewdness with which she played with her
shapely tits for their entertainment. Slave piglet, of course, knew better. It
contained the glue solvent needed for him to remove the mounds.

He carefully smeared liberal quantities of the alcoholic fluid around the bases
of his false breasts, then replaced the bottle on the table. He again grasped
one fat mound in each hand and quite vigorously ground them into his chest.
Almost immediately slave piglet perceived slippage, and soon he was aware that
the fake flesh was free of his own skin. With a flourish he threw back his arms,
his hands still firmly gripping the mounds. Gasps of shock reverberated around
the silent room. The audience didn't know what to think. Had the slave literally
torn her tits from her chest. Surely they couldn't have been fakes, they looked
so real.

While the audience continued to speculate, the cone of light playing on the
slave's still rolling chest slowly began to widen, creeping up his chest and
neck, and down his belly. Slave piglet dropped the fake breasts onto the stage
floor and clasped his hands behind his head in a classic pose of submission. At
the same time he began to undulate his hips obscenely. The gasps of shock that
were still heard around the room slowly turned to peals of delighted laughter,
and then to astonished recognition. Thunderous applause shook the room to its
rafters. Shouts of 'bravo' reverberated throughout when the slave piglet's
entire nudity was finally fully revealed. Slave piglet, himself, absolutely
revelled in it. He lewdly thrust out his huge, painted, swaying erection to the
viewers, and basked in his humiliated euphoria.

The audience continued to applaud wildly while they drank in the slave's obscene
display. Only when the applause began to die down did the club Mistress again
mount her dais:

"Thank you, friends, thank you. But we should be thanking Lotta. Only she could
have dreamed up something like this. And I think we should acknowledge her
little piglet too, for I think that he is the only slave I know who could have
so completely deceived us with such a stellar performance. Even the slaves who
joined him were unaware of his identity, and from the looks on their faces, they
are just as astounded as we are. I think Lotta must have suspected that her
chattel would do her proud, because she had me arrange a little reward for him
in advance. Slave piglet is to attempt to break two club records for us tonight,
the duration of a single worm spitting for a slave, and the total number of
spurts in one worm spitting. Both these records are currently held by my head
slave, as you are aware, and I'm not going to be too happy if this little slut
breaks them both. In fact, Lotta I'm prepared to bet he won't. Are you game?"

Laughter rang out around the room, mainly because those particular records had
lasted for a long time, years in fact, and most thought that they would never be
broken. The club Mistress had kept the slave who broke them celibate for a full
twelve months in preparation for his attempts, and, although they had all seen
slave piglet's penis gush plenty of times in the not too distant past, most
conceded that while he was always spectacular, the general consensus was that a
much longer period of sexual denial, than slave piglet's mere three months,
would have needed to be imposed for there to be a serious chance for success in
any of the attempts. "I'll tell you what," Mistress Lotta called out to her
friend, "Let's make it interesting shall we, dear. Doesn't one of your other
slaves hold the other worm spitting record, the height of a spurt? If memory
serves me correctly, I think so. I'll wager ten thousand dollars that my piglet
will have all three records before the night is out."

The club Mistress chortled with glee, "Gee Lotta, you must have made quite a
killing over in Europe to be able to give your money away so freely, but your
on!" She ordered a house slave to set up a height measuring screen, which
consisted of a sheet of sheer perspex which was fixed to the ceiling above the
stage, the adjusted so its bottom edge was exactly at the height above the tip
of the slave's rampant penis that corresponded to the distance of the existing
record. While this was going on there was a flurry of betting activity among the
other dominants, most of the money was not in favour of slave piglet.

As for slave piglet himself, undulating hips still rutting obscenely, and
swaying the penis that was the subject of all this gambling, the only record
that really worried him was the duration record. Anyone who had bothered to
count his spurts during his last exhibition would have known that he was almost
certain to have that record in his keeping. The height record, given his
estimation of the height above his jutting organ of the measuring screen was
also likely to be reached by as soon as his fourth or fifth spurt. But he really
was worried about endurance, not because his previous experiences suggested that
it might be out of his reach, rather because his Mistress had never really
allowed him to exhaust himself in a single, sustained climax before, under such
extremes of humiliation and erotic stimulation, so he didn't really know his
limit in this respect.

He glanced over at his Mistress' small group. She was engaged in animated
conversation with a Master he didn't know, not betting more money on his
performance he prayed, his anxiety increasing by the minute. He glanced at the
slave sow and saw that she too, wore a look of anxious consternation. He watched
her gesture to Mistress Lotta, who bent down and allowed the slave to whisper in
her ear. Mistress Lotta then smiled and nodded to slave sow. The slave crawled
quickly over behind the stage on which slave piglet was displaying his body so
lewdly. The next thing slave piglet knew was that she was whispering in his ear.
Slave piglet was dismayed at what she said, "Oh darling piglet, you must win!
Your gorgeous worm must break all the records! My Master, not wanting to risk
money on you, but wanting to show he supports your Mistress, has bet my body for
a month to two of his vilest mates! They are absolutely horrible! Last time he
lent me to them they tried to make me eat their shit. I almost died. Please
sweet piglet! Please win, for me!"

Slave piglet shuddered with revulsion at what his sweetheart had just told him.
He steeled his will, and swore to himself that he would not fail her. If that
was not enough to ensure success, then slave sow's parting words were, "Mistress
Lotta told me to tell you that, if you win, and she and Master Frederick clean
up, your reward will be a for us to spend the rest of the night together,
un-supervised, and without our chastity restraints on to restrict fulfilment of
our lust. My Master has also told that he and your Mistress plan to use you and
I in the most exciting ceremony imaginable. But your Mistress told me that I'm
not allowed to tell you about it until we are together tonight, and that it will
almost certainly be cancelled unless you win."

The obscenely rutting slave's brain exploded with possibilities, and he willed
his bulging testicles to build up more pressure. He resolved that he would cum
for an hour, if that was what it took. He swore to splatter the ceiling with his
semen. He promised himself that he would gush a hundred times straight. But most
of all, he knew that he would not fail. In his own mind he was now sexually
invincible. He was doing it for his love, his darling, his reason for being, the
voluptuous slave, sow. Thoughts of his Mistress receded into the background. It
was not that she was not revered, indeed still adored by the submissive. It was
not that he could all of a sudden exist without her dominance and control. He
couldn't. It was more that he now had an even higher priority in the slave he
loved so completely.


All of this frenzy of activity had taken almost a half an hour. By this time
slave piglet's hips were aching terribly from maintaining the non stop
undulation of his bottom. But the recent developments had, if anything, made his
erection even stronger and harder, and had caused a fresh surge of sap to churn
away in his hugely swollen testicles. The bloated eggs felt to the slave as if
they were literally about to burst. The club Mistress stepped up to her
microphone and continued with her interrupted announcements. She glanced down at
the kneeling slave, and the firsts seeds of doubt crept into her mind when she
noted the hardness, and sheer size of his pink painted testicles, and the fact
that, in spite of the gyrations of his hips, the grotesquely bloated eggs did
not move a millimetre so tight heavy and full of sap were they:

"Well, now we have something else to interest us, other than just watching
pleasure of watching the piglet's worm spit, don't we? Now about this little
reward Lotta had planned for her slave. I'm not sure that it should still apply
now that there is money on his performance." Loud protests were heard from all
across the room, emanating, obviously, from those backing the slave, and
arguments as to why it should still be granted finally won the day, "I suppose
you are right. I had announced the slave's reward before the bets were laid, so
he shall get it. As you are well aware Lotta does not consort with slaves, in
fact she does not allow any part of her body to be touched by slave worm.
However, in honour of this auspicious occasion, she has relented slightly. She
has plucked a half a dozen of her long silky pussy hairs out and, I don't know
if you can see, but they have been gathered together in a tiny sort of brush,
and are attached to the end of this rod." She said pointing to the rod that had
puzzled slave piglet so much earlier.

"She will permit the little piglet to brush his pretty, pink, worm head with the
hairs when I lower the rod and bring them into range. She will allow him this
unheard of privilege while hearing him cry out his gratitude. When she is
satisfied with the depth of his gratefulness, she will allow him to gaze at his
cum icon, and we'll all know if we've won, or lost our money." she concluded,
having pointed out the ornate box that carried piglet's shoe, which sat on the
stage a few feet in front of him.

The rod descended the last inch so that the tips of the cluster of hairs were
almost touching the tip of slave piglet's straining penis. The acutely aroused
slave lifted hip hips slightly, and the tiny hairs brushed softly, and
tantalisingly, across the inflamed meat of his huge swollen glans. He shrieked
out in ecstasy, "Adored Mistress! Precious Mistress! Adulated Mistress! I
worship you with every fibre of my soul! I thank you with every beat of my
pounding heart! The depths of my gratitude to you knows no bounds! It is
impossible for me to adequately express my thanks to you! The ecstasy the lewd
knob of my obscene worm is experiencing from the touch of your exquisite pussy
hairs is beyond all comprehension! My lecherous worm head is exploding with
rapture! The sacred hairs of your glorious pussy have transported the debauched
slug to paradise! Oh adored Mistress my gratitude is unqualified, immaculate and
absolute! I am merely your perverted and depraved slut and utterly submissive
slave, and yet you honour me with this gift beyond price! I will continue to
thank you for this moment for the rest of my days! Not a single hour will pass
without my heart bursting with the magnitude of my gratitude!"

The slave babbled on almost incoherently in this fashion while he slowly grazed
the swollen head of his unbelievably stimulated penis with the tiny cluster
hairs. The audience watched, and listened in rapturous silence, not one of them
making a sound. They had never seen or heard anything so profoundly erotic or so
deeply depraved in all their experience. The humiliated slave they were watching
perform must surely be the most obscene and perverted and utterly submissive on
earth. Even those who had bet heavily against him were now almost hoping he
would succeed, such was the pleasure that his demonstration of extreme self
degradation was giving them. To be sure there was not a limp penis, or a dry
pussy in the room by the time Mistress Lotta decided to end her slave's ecstatic
suffering.

His enormous penis seemed to have grown to even more gigantic proportions, and
the testicles at its pulsating base had swelled up unbelievably. Mistress Lotta,
literally shaking with carnal excitement, pointed a remote control device at the
icon box. She pressed the button and two things happened, first a shutter on the
front of the box, facing the trembling slave slid up, and then the interior of
the box was brilliantly illuminated with light, and the beautiful leather shoe
was fixed in slave piglet's awed gaze. What happened next was to live in the
folk lore of the club for years to come. And, since the whole performance had
been captured on video tape, would be replayed, over and over, by patrons who
purchased copies.

A high pitched squeal of almost ethereal proportions escaped from slave piglet's
gaping mouth while absolutely unheard of ecstasy exploded in his fabulously
throbbing penis, and seemed to be instantly transmitted to every nerve in his
body. The slave's almost mystically pulsating penis seemed to rise from his
splayed groin, and a long, thick, steam of creamy, white, hot semen burst from
its tip and arched through the still air, reaching almost half way up to the
screen at the apex of its trajectory, before splashing back down onto the stage
floor. The second mighty eruption sent its long stream jetting into the air in
front of the rigid slave's lewdly displayed, and lust crazed body, reaching to
within only two feet of the bottom edge of the screen. The third almost reached
its distant target, but the fourth mighty explosion actually did, and its
scalding torrent of sex juice splattered onto the perspex. All the while the
slave squealed with pleasure so intense that he lost all track of time. Every
nerve ending in his entire being was immaculately in tune with his violently
erupting, exploding penis.

After about fifty seconds had elapsed, the slave's eighth mighty ejaculation
arched its stream of steaming semen like a geyser, and the sticky liquid
splashed onto the screen fully two feet above its base. The ninth, tenth,
eleventh an twelfth eruptions all splattered onto the perspex at about that same
height, and to the audience's sheer disbelief, the slave began to cry out in a
weird eerie voice, "Oh, glorious shoe that has known the presence of sweet
Mistress Lotta's beautiful foot, I beg you to forgive me, her devoted piglet,
even though my spewing worm is not soiling your luxurious leather with the dregs
from my vomiting scum bags.  My heart bursts with sorrow when I do so foully
defile your glory with my vile worm scum, and I beg your mercy.  I will love and
adore you forever, worshipped, shoe for whom I exist to adore with all my
being."

Slave piglet's enormous penis, unbelievably, continued to ejaculate with almost
unreal potency. Long streams of pale sap continued to leap from its pulsating
tip and arch up from his kneeling nudity like shots from a liquid cannon. By the
fifteenth eruption the raw power of the spurts had finally begun to wane and
were no longer reaching the perspex target. A close inspection, not that any of
the enraptured audience had even noticed, would had revealed that slave piglet's
testicles no longer rode high on the base of his pulsing stalk, but had begun to
droop, and lose their tightness. The slave's chest had begun to heave as he
gasped for breath, and the previously tense and knotted muscles of his body had
slowly begun to relax.

The nineteenth gush barely reached the top of slave piglet's bowed head, and, by
the twenty third the spurts had weakened to mere trickles that dripped down the
pink stem of the utterly gratified pole. The small door of the icon box slid
shut when the final sluggish flexing of slave piglet's utterly drained testicles
failed to produce even a drop of moisture at the tip of his penis, and his
cataclysmic orgasm had run its full, and mind boggling course.  The slave's
testicles had shrunk considerably and hung, slack and loose, at the base of his
thick stem, which had, itself begun to lose its stiffness and to sag down from
its previously proud, upright position. Thunderous applause erupted throughout
the packed room, accompanied by wild cheering when the club Mistress made it
know, above the din, that not only had all the records been broken, but each one
had been absolutely smashed.

The applause continued from the excited members. Slave piglet could see the
expression joy, and perfect triumph, on his Mistress' face as she spoke,
animatedly to her consort. Through the haze of his fatigue he saw that the
slaves, sow, and pussy were hugging each other wildly, and the look of sheer
happiness on the slave sow's radiantly beautiful face made slave piglet's mind
glow with pride, and his heart ache with adoration. He had not failed his love,
and so he too, was delirious with joy.

The lights over the stage dimmed to darkness, and slave piglet collapsed out of
his display pose, his aching muscles relaxing. He managed to rise onto all
fours, thankful that he didn't have to stand on his jelly like legs, and crawled
slowly back to the dressing room. House slaves soon busied themselves cleaning
up the pools of sticky semen from the stage floor and the perspex target, which
had been lowered from the ceiling just for this purpose, and, of course, for
accurate measurement to be made. By the time the weary slave reached the
dressing room his penis was soft, and swung heavily between his wobbling thighs.
It was almost with a sense of relief that he repacked its long stem into his
rubberised chastity. When he had done so he noticed, with a wry smile, that the
small pouch was no where near as tightly packed as it had been before his
performance. He checked his appearance carefully, packed up his fake breasts,
and whore's dress and stowed them in the carrying box, and then prepared to join
his Mistress and her group.

When slave piglet crawled back out into the room a ripple of renewed applause
broke out. The crawling slave rolled the nude cheeks of his bottom sexily while
he crawled, basking in the adulation. He crawled to his Mistress and bent his
face to her feet, raised his sensually undulating buttocks high, and
submissively kissed the toes of her polished leather pumps. Mistress Lotta
beamed down at her chattel with a sense of pride bordering on arrogance. It was
she, after all, who had created the creature at her feet. It was she who had
moulded him into the thoroughly depraved submissive he now was. It was she alone
who had trained him to unreserved acceptance of her will, and to glory in the
extremes of sexual perversity to which she subjected him to. Her achievements
with her slave filled her with an overwhelming sense of superiority. And, of
course, in her sheer arrogance she did not even notice subtle changes in her
slave's psyche, and in particular, the fact that his crowning love allegiance
was no longer to her, but to the slave, sow. If the Mistress had been more
attentive, she would have observed a soft glow of tender love and devotion in
his eyes when he looked at slave sow that was definitely not there ant longer,
when he gazed at her.

The group celebrated Mistress Lotta's triumph for at least another hour before
the party began to break up. Slave piglet basked in reflected glory while he
rested, and recovered, at his Mistress' feet. He and slave sow made eyes at each
other, and longed for the club to close, so that they could be together, as
promised. At midnight, much to the slaves' delight, Mistress Lotta announced
that it was time to go home. Mistress Desire, and her slave, pussy, had already
left, the Mistress having made a show of declaring that her slave was going to
be busy when they got home, for she was as horny as she could ever remember
being. The look of sheer happiness on the little slave's face was serene as she
crawled along behind her owner, her gorgeous bare bottom cheeks mincing lewdly
and her huge heavy breasts swaying enticingly, as they left. Her eyes, beaming
with adoration were fixed on her Mistress' rolling bottom. Slave piglet smiled
to himself, thinking how badly the little vixen's lascivious tongue was going to
ache from overuse over the next few hours.

The two slaves, sow and piglet, crawled along behind their owners, Mistress
Lotta Carrying slave piglet's icon box, as the quartet made their way down to
the car park. Their owners had come to the club in Master Frederick's car and,
since its boot had been specifically modified to carry slave sow's body only,
the two slaves were permitted to ride in the back seat, but ordered not to touch
each other. The ride to Mistress Lotta's apartment building was made in silence.
When they arrived, Mistress Lotta turned and addressed the slaves:

"Well, little sluts, Master Frederick and I have a party to go to. So we are
going to leave you two here. The Master and I are so pleased with tonight's
outcome, both financially and entertainment wise, that we are going to allow you
to celebrate too. It's not often that either of us allow slaves to play,
un-supervised, but tonight we are."

She handed slave sow slave piglet's icon box, and the key to his chastity, while
Master Frederick leaned over the back of his seat and unlocked the rings that
imprisoned her sex.

"Sow, I'm going to allow you to control piglet's worm by entrusting you with
control of his cum icon, although," She smiled mockingly, "I'm not to sure
whether his scumbags are going to be able to shed their offal to frequently
given his recent excesses. You can use it as often as you like. You can rut like
the lascivious little harlots that you are for as long as you like, pets. But we
will be returning at precisely five PM tomorrow, and you will be expected to
present yourselves, in perfect submissive fashion, as normal when we arrive. Is
that clear, little sluts?" Both slaves nodded eagerly, slave piglet's dormant
penis already stirring in its pouch at the prospect.

Mistress Lotta then addressed her slave directly, "Piglet, I expect you to cater
to the sow's wanton needs completely. If your little worm is not up to the task
after its depraved performance this evening, then I expect your tongue to carry
the burden, OK? Now off you go."

The two near nude slaves scrambled from the big vehicle, which drove off
immediately. They stood and stared at each other with such joy and love that,
had their owners been there to witness it, their night of pleasure would have
been cancelled instantly, and they would have been subjected to terrifying
discipline for what would have surely been seen as acts of extreme disloyalty.
But no one was there to see, were they? The two slaves flew into each other's
arm and hugged passionately, their soft, garishly painted lips, glued together
in a tender kiss that only people in the deepest, most profound love can give to
each other. The slaves kissed for at least two minutes, forgetting completely
that, not withstanding the late hour, that they were standing in a public
parking lot, and might be discovered at any time.

It was slave piglet who first broke the kiss, "Come on, my darling. Let's go. I
want you in my bed so that I can show you how much I love you, how much I adore
you, how much I worship the ground you walk on." Slave sow hugged her slave
lover in joy, and then they ran off to the lift, hand in hand, two erotically
clad slaves, hopelessly in love, and dying to indulge their sensual appetites in
each others embrace. The lift duly arrived and they scrambled into its dimly lit
interior. Slave piglet pressed the button for the seventh floor and then pressed
the over-ride button to ensure that its slow upward journey could not be
interrupted.

As soon as the lift car began to ascend slave sow dropped to her knees in front
of slave piglet. While she scrabbled with the key, to unlock his chastity, she
asked "Oh darling piglet, will your poor worm be able to get stiff after
tonight. I was sooooo proud of you when your worm gushed so magnificently. I
knew you would win too. I knew our love was so great that you could do anything.
I made my love will your beautiful worm to spurt and spurt. But, surely it won't
be able to get stiff so soon after that, will it?" She asked, finally stripping
its rubber pouch away. "Can't you wait until we're inside, sweetheart?" Slave
piglet asked with a bemused smile on his face.

"I may love you more than life itself," The kneeling slave girl replied with
mock severity, and, with a gleam of pure unadulterated lust shining from her
clear eyes, continued, "But I'm still a wanton slut and need my worm, stiff and
throbbing to slake my depraved lusts!" Slave piglet giggled at her serious face
and replied, "I too am an utterly debauched whore. Even my all consuming love
for you can not hide my submissive, and completely decadent nature. From the
moment that my worm had exhausted the sap from my scum bags tonight I have
though of nothing but you, and they immediately began to generate more. Ever
since then they have slowly been filling with fresh offal, just for you. Look
down, sweet slut, see the results of my adoration!"

Slave sow, who had been gazing up at her slave lover while they conversed,
glanced down at his smooth crotch. She gave a tiny shriek of utter delight when
she saw that, not only was slave piglet's massive painted penis already semi
erect, but also that his testicles had swelled and were again quite tight,
albeit not quite as achingly full as they had been before. She grasped the thick
hot stem and plunged her mouth down over the growing sex, swallowing its entire
length deeply into her wildly gulping throat. Slave piglet shivered with
pleasure while his penis was expertly suckled by his talented slave sweetheart.

The lift ground noisily to a stop at the seventh floor, and slave sow
reluctantly allowed slave piglet's now strongly erect penis to pop free of her
lust crazed mouth. She rose to her feet with an impish grin, grasped his stiff
stalk firmly in her hand, and led him to the apartment door by it. What a sight
they would have made if seen by another tennant, a nearly nude and stunningly
voluptuous girl leading an equally scantily, and bizarrely clad, male along by
his huge, stiff, pink painted penis. Slave piglet quickly punched in the numbers
of the door pad to unlock it while slave sow began to whispered in his ear, "My
cunt is soaking wet, darling, and my girl prick is steel hard and throbbing with
yearning." and as they disappeared inside, "What are you going to do about them,
my sweet adorable slut?"