Blackmailed Slaves for Life

[kearns]

"Damn, I need milk," Caroline said, frowning at the half-made meal in front of her. It was 11 o'clock at night though, and the stores were closed. She decided she'd walk across the street and borrow a cup from her neighbor.

Caroline was a twenty year-old brunette who dropped out of college after inheriting a fortune from her parents. She had no one. No boyfriend, no siblings, and as of last year no parents. Her friends disappeared one by one after her parents' death. That was fine, she didn't want friends anyways. What she really wanted was a slave. She was sick of doing everything herself. Sure, she could pay for the services of a butler for the rest of her life easily, but one of her kinks was dominating someone who didn't want to be dominated, and making them serve her for free for the rest of their lives. The trouble was finding a someone who didn't want that to happen to them, of course, and then finding a way to force them into it. She could go online and find a young guy or two willing to serve her simply because she was a female, but where would the fun in that be? She wasn't interested in a trusting master/slave relationship, or always having to put on an act as a dominatrix. No, she wanted a slave to serve her because they had no choice, because the consequences of not serving her would be worse than submitting to her whims. But that idea only floated around in her head, she didn't think she'd actually be able to live out her fantasies. However, she did acknowledge the possibility of one day owning somebody. When her house was built, she had her father's old developers install locks on the doors and windows that were able to be locked from the inside as well as outside if she so chose. She also bought large numbers of toys and equipment, mostly because she could burn money without consequence. She didn't know when she'd have the opportunity to acquire a slave, she only knew it would come one day.

Caroline grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter and walked out the door. It was summer, and the countryside night sky was amazing. There were only four houses on her street, and her's was the largest. The rest were smaller, almost summer homes for people wishing to get away from the bustling cities. They were cheap, and Caroline figured that was why her neighbor Bern (or rather, her parents) was able to afford the small house across the street from her's. Bern was a college student, fresh out of high school. She was also a brunette, and a little on the pudgy side but far from fat. As far as Caroline knew she didn't appear very popular- she never saw other cars pull up to the house, and Bern only seemed to leave for classes at the local community college, always returning later that night.
Caroline approached the front door and rang the bell. A minute passed. No response. She rang again, and scrunched up her face in confusion. The lights were on, and she could hear music coming from the house, but she got no answer. Thinking Bern just must not have heard her, Caroline opened the door and walked in. The house wasn't bad, per se, but one could tell it was definitely on the cheaper side, and that there was a college student living there. Clothes were everywhere, heavy books were piled on top of another, and Caroline was greeted by dozens upon dozens of panties and bras that Bern had seemingly not washed yet. Caroline stepped further into the house, locating the source of the music to be the living room. She was only a step away from the living room now- and found Bern naked, on the couch watching porn on mute, fingering herself and grabbing her boobs. Caroline's eyes widened, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Her muscles felt weak. This was her chance, her chance to own a slave! Slowly, she pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of the scene. Bern didn't even notice she was there, she was too busy humping the couch in rhythm to the music and riding the high of her masturbation. Caroline took picture after picture, even being daring enough to get close to Bern's fingers buried in her pussy to snap a picture of that. When Bern began played with her nipples and licking her fingers, Caroline went crazy. She couldn't take pictures fast enough. Finally, she recorded a video of Bern and the porn on TV to seal the deal. Caroline had her slave.

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Caroline crept over to Bern and grabbed her boobs from behind. Bern screamed and turned around, falling off the couch as she did so. She backed further into the living room with a horrified expression painted on her face. Caroline smiled smugly and simply walked over to the blaring music and shut it off. Bern said nothing, but her mouth was wide open in shock.
"Well well well Bernadette, it seems we've got a horny little girl here."
Bernadette simply stared.
"Oh, I just came over for some milk, but when you didn't answer the door with the lights being on, I got concerned. Imagine my surprise when I found this scene!"
Bern was breathing heavily now, and her face turned a crimson red.
"Luckily, I captured everything on camera, my little porn actress! It's all right here!" She said delightedly, waving her phone in the air. "A good thirty or so pics, and a five minute video of you getting dirty and watching porn. Speaking of which, it really is nasty porn Bern, what kind of sicko watches girls getting gang-raped by dogs? You wouldn't want this to get out, would you?"
Bern's eyes widened and she shook her head no. Her body was shaking in fear.
"Don't worry Bern, it won't. As long as you do as I say, that is. You see, I'm very lonely in my house, Bern, and very rich. I don't know what to do with myself! But now I know! You're going to be my slave Bern, and you're going to obey my every order no matter how sick or disgusting because if these pictures ever got out, they'd ruin your life. Your parents would probably never talk to you again, and probably stop paying for college, your friends wouldn't see you again, and you'd never hold a job because I'll make sure any employer that hires you sees these pics and video. You wouldn't be able to move where I couldn't find you because one, I'm rich with a ton of resources at my disposal, and two, I'd have plenty of time to sit around all day searching for you. You're a community college student, so I assume you have no money to just get up and move anyways. If I had to spend every waking hour finding you, though, I'd do it because I'm just THAT bored. Face it, Bern, I fucking own your ass, and there's no escape or getting out of it. You're my slave, for as long as I wish. And I'd never let a slave go."

Bern looked into Caroline's eyes and knew it was true. She bowed her head in defeat.
"Good slave, accepting your new life. Here's what we're gonna do: first of all, you are to address me as Mistress at all times, and say 'Yes Mistress' after every order I give you. Failure to do so will be punished severely. Secondly, we're going to pack up some of your things and you're going to move in with me from now on. I plan on keeping you Bern, so just get used to it. We won't sell this house because it might be useful, but you're going to drop out of college. Your life belongs to me now and the only education worth your while is what I train you to do. Third, forget your old name. I'll call you whatever I want from now on- Cunt, Tits, Slut, Whore, Bitch, slave, whatever. I'll never call you Bern again, and seeing as I'm the center of your universe now it's best you just forget it. Fourth, you are to always and only wear panties and bras around me, or any swimsuits I give you. Sometimes I may remove the bra, sometimes I'll give you extra stuff like stockings and garter belts and high heels, but I'll always have you in panties. And I'll make sure there's a huge selection of underwear for me to choose from- I'm gonna go online tomorrow and order hundreds of panties, bras, and swimsuits just for you. Let's see, what else... Oh! Tomorrow we'll go downtown and get you pierced and tattooed, and we'll pick up some hormones for breast development. I want DDs on you, slave, not the C cups you have now. You'll be put on a strict exercise and diet plan to ensure you're always in shape and to get you more of an hourglass figure. I also intend for you to exercise naked, that way I can record you and sell tapes of your bouncing boobs and jiggling ass online. And maybe I'll put a corset on you for some time. Anyways, any questions before you start your new life?"
"N-n-no, Mistress...." Bern stammpered.
"Good. Now get up, you're going to pack all of your panties, bras, and swimsuits into boxes for me. Everything else I have at my home."
"Y-yes Mistress. I'll be a few minutes."
"Say 'this slave' will be a few minutes, bimbo, I don't want you to ever say 'I' again."
"Yes Mistress. This slave will be a few minutes, Mistress."
"Better. Now get to it, slave," Caroline said, slapping her on the ass.
" And where's your cell phone, slave?"
"On the table, Mistress."
Caroline walked over to it and picked it up. She casually strolled through the contacts list, grinning because she was right. Bern didn't seem to have a ton of friends, and that meant less questions as to why she was no longer going to be in school. However, upon checking the pictures Caroline discovered her new slave did seem to have a horny side, often posing in her underwear and sometimes topless. She sent a few of the pics to her phone to ass to the blackmail, then scrolled further... only to find one of Bern's friends as the star of five or so pictures, some topless, others spreading her legs to reveal her pink pussy, still others bending over in panties and swimsuits. And although Caroline was straight, she had to admit Bern's friend was smoking hot. She had a cute face with pouty lips, and one of the best asses she'd ever seen on a girl. And those boobs had to cause her a lot of pain- she was small, so the melons on her chest had to have thrown her weight off balance... and gotten her a lot of attention from the guys.
"Cunt, who's your friend with the tits?"
Bern walked over to her Mistress and looked at the phone.
"Hands clasped behind your back and chest out when in the presence of your owner, slut."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said quickly, adjusting. "That's my- I mean, this slave's- friend Jennifer."
"Why is she on your phone, slave?"
"We just used to have fun, Mistress, like a lot of teenage girls. We'd pose in skimpy clothes and take pictures of each other. We used to do it all the time."
"Do you have any more pics, slut?"
"Yes Mistress, in my e-mail inbox."
Caroline chuckled.
"It's my lucky day. First I get one slave, now two."
Bern's eyes widened.
"Mistress, please don't!"
"You don't have a choice, slave. Neither does Jennifer... or Tits, as I'll call her from now on. Where does she live?"
"In an apartment downtown, Mistress."
"Alone?"
"Yes Mistress, she ran away from home a couple of years ago and lives here now."
"Ran away? So no parents, no anything? Any friends or job or school?"
Bern couldn't believe she was betraying her friend like this.
"Not really Mistress. We were sort of... loners, I guess. She works at Mighty Taco but she was gonna quit soon anyways. She doesn't go to school, either."
"Now neither do you, slut! This is great! Contact her tonight and tell her her new role in life. Then tell her to pack her toothbrush and all her panties, bras, and swimsuits and be ready to be picked up for her tattooing tomorrow at two. Tell her about the blackmail material and how many resources I have, and tell her if she goes to the police there's going to be trouble. Don't tell her where I live, by the way."
"Yes Mistress. When do you want me to call?"
"As soon as you grab your toothbrush and bring the boxes over to your new home. I own your ass now, as well as your friend's!"
"Yes Mistress," Bern said in total submission. Her life had just crashed and burned before her and she knew it. Bern walked to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush, and walked back out to find her owner with her pants down and shoving Bern's cell phone up her wet pussy.
"Walk with your tits thrust out and your head high, slave, or there's going to be punishment. I already decided you're going to get a posture collar."
"Yes Mistress. And, uh, Mistress, what are you-?"
"Do not speak without permission, whore! But for your information, I am soaking your phone in my pussy juices. It's going to be locked up in a safe most of the time, but when it's out to call your parents or Jennifer, I want it to always smell of my pussy. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, then let's get you over to your new home. We have a big day ahead of ourselves tomorrow!" Caroline said in mock delight, pulling her gray thong and blue jeans up. Everything was perfect- she finally found her unwilling slave. No, she reminded herself, slaves. Plural.
"You want me to do it naked, Mistress?"
Caroline's face became a mask of rage.
"GET OVER HERE, SLAVE!"
Bern whimpered and hesitantly took steps towards her angered owner.
Caroline stormed over to the couch and sat down fast, motioning for Bern to lay across her lap. Bern obeyed.
Caroline's swats were fast and hard, covering every inch of skin on Bern's ass and thighs. It stung badly, and Bern cried out.
"I. Own. This. Ass. And. It. Will. Obey!" Caroline shrieked.
It felt like an eternity, but Caroline finally stopped raining blows upon Bern's tender and now bright red ass.
"Let's get this straight, Cunt," Caroline said, calming down and swishing her hair. "You are my property now, and I am dead serious about it. I own you! That means you are my slave, and when I give my slave an order I expect it to be carried out promptly with no questions asked. I don't care if you hate the task and have a look of disgust on your face when doing it, I don't care if you hate me and aren't Miss Perky all the time. However, I will NOT tolerate questioning my orders, any reluctance in carrying out orders or disobeying me at any time. I own your ass! And you better be respectful at all times too, or I'll punish both you and your friend. Do I make myself clear, slave?"
"Y-y-yes Mistress!" Bern said through tears. Caroline really did seem serious. There really was no getting out of this.
"Good. Now get those boxes over to my house, and YES, you will be naked when doing it. No more hesitation or questioning, slave," Caroline said, slapping Bern's ass. It jiggled, and Caroline smiled. She was going to have a lot of fun.

[kearns]

"Here's where you'll be sleeping tonight and for the rest of your life, slave!" Caroline said happily, opening up her closet in her bedroom. Bern peered in, and her heart dropped. It was a dog cage, with some padding on the bottom.
"Any complaints, slave?" Caroline exclaimed, smiling maniacally.
"No Mistress," Bern said sadly, remembering to clasp her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out proudly.
"Excellent. Now let's get you your collar," Caroline said, digging through the closet and pulling out a posture collar and two wrist cuffs.
"These go on you like so," Caroline muttered to herself, locking the wrist cuffs on her property. "Kneel, slave," Caroline said.
Bern obeyed.
"When I tell you to kneel, I want your hands clasped behind your back, your knees spread out far, and your chest out, like always. Oh, and your head will be looking straight, even without the collar. This is the position you'll be in a lot when I'm just sitting around and you're awaiting my orders. You better get used to not moving or making sounds for long periods of time, too, because after a few months I'll punish you if you move more than an inch in this position."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said, gulping.
Caroline brought the posture collar down and locked it around Bern's neck. Bern found she couldn't move her head in any direction and was forced to hold it high.
"Yay!" Caroline said, clapping her hands. "Now I'll show you your new morning routine!" She clipped a leash onto to Bern's collar and led her to the bathroom.
"Here's the bathroom for you girls! I'm going to be using the one downstairs from now on, because I'm going to make some major changes to this one. First, I'm going to install security cameras. I'll be doing it around the house and in your closet, but I'm gonna really load it up here. There's going to be two over the sink, one for both you and Jennifer.

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I'm going to install one over the toilet, so you'll always be watched when you use the bathroom. Remember, slaves have no privacy and no secrets from their owners! That's why I'm going to remove the door as well. Now, in the shower," Caroline tugged on Bern's leash and she almost tripped coming over, "I'm going to put in eight waterproof cameras, to capture you girls cleaning yourselves every day. There will be four cameras for each of you- one for your face, one for your tits, one for your pussy, and one for your ass. All of this will be automatically uploaded to my computers to add to your blackmail. If it's especially good material, I'll make a few DVDs and sell it on kinky porn sites. Oh, and one more thing: you aren't going to like the sound of this, but once a week you are to forego regular shampoo and wash your hair in my shit. I don't care if you don't like it, just obey."
Bern was sickened, both at her loss of privacy and at what her Mistress just told her. Hell, she was sickened by everything her Mistress said and did tonight.
"But that's better than what your friend Jennifer will have to go through for the rest of HER life. She's going to be my personal portable toilet, and there's nothing she can do about it. Shit and piss are going to be a large part of her diet. Personally, I think I'm going to enjoy shitting all over her huge melons attached to her chest, then having her sit in it for hours, all while being recorded. Then she'll eat it for the camera. What do you think, slave?"
"Uh, whatever Mistress wants," Bern lied hastily.
"Oh, tell the truth, Cunt, I'm not the type of mistress to punish you for telling the truth. If it's disgusting, just say it. But then obey. Now, slut, is it disgusting? Tell the truth or you'll be the toilet slave."
"Yes Mistress, it's very disgusting! Positively gross!" Bern put on a fake smile and thrust her chest out, her tits bouncing as she did so.
"Hmmmm... I sorta like it when you're perky. Anyways, as long as you obey tonight I promise I'll leave my shit and piss all for Jennifer. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"Very fair, Mistress!"
"Good, but you'll still be required to use my shit as shampoo once a week. But that's as far as you'll get with that area in your slave life. Let's see, what else was I going to say...? Oh yeah, I'll be adding two big digital clocks in here. Both will be set to six minutes. You'll have six minutes to brush your teeth, and six minutes to shower. No overlappings of the time, either. At the end of the six minutes the water will be shut off at the sink and the shower will start automatically. When you close the shower door, it will be locked behind you to ensure you stay the full six minutes. I want my slaves lookin' good for their Mistress! You'll wash each other's hair and bodies, facing the cameras properly. You are not allowed to wash yourself. At the end of the six minutes, you'll dry off, put your assigned panties, bra, or swimsuit on for that day, as well as any other items such as dildos, butt plugs, or gags, then go downstairs and make me breakfast. I'll create a menu for you too and hang it on the wall. You are to assist one another in making my breakfast, then wake me at 8 a.m. sharp and kneel at attention awaiting my orders. When I'm done, I may let you make your own breakfast, I might not. It depends on how generous I am that day, and how good my breakfast is. Understand?"
"Absolutely Mistress."
"Let's go see the kitchen and where you'll eat."
Caroline led her new slave downstairs by the leash and they entered the kitchen. It was rather ordinary, and the meal Caroline was making was sitting congealed on the counter.
"If I had milk to finish making this, I wouldn't have slaves. If I wasn't hungry, I wouldn't have half made it, and I wouldn't have needed milk so I wouldn't have slaves. Funny how life works, isn't it? It must be destiny. Your purpose in life must be to be my obedient little slaveslut." With a wicked smile, Caroline dumped the contents of the bowl into the sink.
Unbelievable, Bern thought. My whole life is ruined because she needed milk?
Caroline searched through a cupboard and pulled out an object.
"This is where you'll eat, slave," Caroline said, tossing a dog bowl onto the floor. "You are to eat anything I put in here. That's an order. Oh, and get used to the taste of dog food. It will help you lose some pounds while also filling you up after I insert a few pills in it. Now stand there in the respectful position I taught you and don't move, I'll be right back."
Caroline walked down a staircase to the basement, leaving Bern to clasp her hands behind her back and look forward at nothing in particular. She sighed. This was how her life was going to be from now on. And Jennifer's, too!

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Caroline returned from the basement with two strange looking stools. A good portion of the wood that made up the seat was simply not present, and a kind of metal cage wrapped around the front, stopping at the chair. Bolts covered the wooden base of the cage. Caroline removed her jeans to reveal her gray thong with "Princess" on the front written in pink. She pulled her shirt from her chest, revealing a matching bra that cusped her small boobs. She was no whore with huge tits like she intended to turn her slaves into. She walked over to Bern, her hips moving deliciously as she did so. She grabbed her slave's leash and led her to one of the chairs, ordering her to kneel in the cage. Bern obeyed, and her wrist cuffs were locked to the base. Her head was now facing the chair. The cage closed behind her, and her Mistress removed her thong enticingly before sitting in the chair. Bern's face sat mere centimeters away from her Mistress's pussy, and she could make out every pubic hair that made up the landing strip design above it. Because of the cage and the bolts she was locked to, she could not move her face away from the pussy that was now the center of her existence. Now Bern knew the purpose of the chair, and she was humiliated by it. Her face turned a bright red.
"I see my slave knows the purpose of this chair. Get used to it, slave, you'll be sitting down there a lot eating me out while I'm eating my meal. Not all the time, but often enough. Now I want to enjoy the property I own before I go to bed, so start worshipping my pussy."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said flatly, sticking her tongue out and slowly approaching the pussy before her. Throughout her licking and sucking, her Mistress told her she'd be given lessons on how to suck pussies, cocks and assholes.
"I intend to make you very well-rounded when it comes to giving pleasure, slave, because that's your only job now: pleasing your Mistress."
Bern hated every second of it. She wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, wasn't even bi-curious, but she knew she'd be sucking this pussy in front of her millions of times throughout her life. And the smell was awful!
Finally, her Mistress came all over her face, coating her face with her Mistress's juices. The torture came to a conclusion. Her Mistress got up from the chair, picked up the forgotten thong and placed the band of it over Bern's ears. The thong covered her nose right where her Mistress's pussy sat all day, and it was dripping wet, evidently from tonight's shocking events. The thong slightly covered Bern's eyes as well, obscuring her vision.
"You'll be wearing lots of my underwear on your head while you serve me, so get used to it. Jennifer will often be wearing piss and shit-soaked ones, though, so be grateful to your Mistress you won't ever have to do that. Come on, thank your Mistress!"
"Thank you Mistress," Bern said, taking a whiff of her Mistress's extremely smelly pussy.

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"Good. You'll be wearing my juices and thong on your face all night as a symbol of your slavery. Let's get to bed now."
Caroline removed Bern from her confinement and was led upstairs blindly, forced to accept the smell of her Mistress on her face with every step.
"We'll close your bank accounts tomorrow, and put my car up for sale. No doubt it's better than yours but I don't want anyone getting too suspicious. Besides, I won't be driving myself around anymore, I have chouffers! Oh, you'll also be doing all the household chores and maintenance that need to be done, as well as serving me personally. Normally we'll alternate- one day I'll have you do all the housework while Jennifer waits on me, and the next we'll switch.
I'll also hire the workers needed to put in the additions to the bathroom and my closet tomorrow. It should be a fast job, over with by the time we're done picking up Jennifer and getting you two pierced and marked as my property. I'll use my late father's company that I own to do the additions, that way there's no questions asked."
They reached Caroline's bedroom.
"Oh, one more thing slave: call Jennifer and tell her about her new life. And remember to warn her about the cops and how rich I am, just so she doesn't get any funny ideas. Your cell phone is on my bed, let me get it." A moment later and her sticky phone was pushed into Bern's hand.
"It's already ringing."
Ten minutes later and Jennifer was informed. She was sobbing a little bit as she was reminded of all the nasty pictures in Bern's phone and e-mail account, but she said she'd be ready at two tomorrow for pick-up.
"She said she'll begin packing her underwear before bed, Mistress. She also knows she'll have to call you Mistress tomorrow and from now on."
"Good job, slave. Now get in the cage," Caroline demanded, pushing Bern down on all fours and leading her into her cage.
"I don't actually need you in a cage to prevent you from running away, because the doors and the windows in this house all lock from the inside. The windows also aren't made of glass, so they're very tough to break. But I like my slaves in cages anyways, it's so fitting for your new position in life. Anyways, I'm going to go downstairs to go online and start ordering a whole bunch of custom underwear and swimsuits for you girls to model for me. I'll check your sizes by the panties and bras you brought over. I'll also place the order to my company for the house additions, as well as an order for a new closet door to lock you in here when you sleep and open automatically at a specific time. I want to soundproof this closet as well so an alarm can wake you without waking me. I'll set up appointments for hair, nails, and your tattoos, too. I'm also going to make a few recordings of my voice so you can continue to be trained in a way in your sleep. I'll download the recordings to special headphones that are able to store MP3 files and have them ready for you by tomorrow night. And speaking of tomorrow night..." Caroline went into the closet, opened a few boxes, and stepped out with what looked like two black harnesses.
"These are for tomorrow night," Caroline said with an exaggerated wink. "Sweet dreams, pussyslut." And with that, Caroline closed and locked Bern's cage and shut the closet door, leaving Bern in complete darkness with nothing to do but close her eyes and become intoxicated by her Mistress's stinky juices.

[rdcottman]

keep it up, it is getting very good.

[Officelover]

I've got to say, kearns, this story is very very good. I don't say "great" for a reason. The writing is superb, and the whole story is very hot. However, the premise is incredibly dry- person sees other naked, takes picture, blackmails. Overall, though, pretty good.

[kearns]

Haha, well like with any other story I pen, I'm extremely horny as I write it and just want to get to the juicy bits. I had a general idea for an introduction for my first story, but when I wrote this story it took me awhile to come up with one. I tried making the whole blackmail thing less on how embarrassing it would for it to come out but more on how if it came out Bern's life was ruined. Caroline had the resources to find her even if she moved across the country where she wouldn't be affected by the blackmail as much, and after finding her she'd be able to send the pictures/video to any employer. Thus Bern would have no way of supporting herself. Also, she was a community college student with no money of her own so she couldn't just run away from Caroline that night anyways.

Thanks for the kind words you two.

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"Okay, Pussyslut, get up," Caroline said, rattling on Bern's cage. Bern opened her eyes to find last night was not simply a bad nightmare. Her Mistress stood before her and sounded impatient. Bern crawled out of her cage and stood up.
"Good news, slave, I decided your new name is going to be Pussyslut! So that means I'll have Pussyslut and Tits serving me!"
Bern, or Pussyslut as she was now called, groaned.
"You have fifteen minutes to brush your teeth, shower, and get dressed, Pussyslut. Your clothes are on my bed. Keep me waiting and there'll be punishment when we get home."
"Yes Mistress," Bern managed to get out wearily, walking slowly to the bathroom.
"Fifteen minutes, slave!"
Bern seemed to wake up as the realization hit her. She didn't have much time. She picked up the pace on her way to the bathroom.
Thirteen minutes later, and Pussyslut was out of the shower and dressed in some of her old clothes. It seemed her Mistress was intentionally making her outfit as slutty as possible. A black thong was hidden underneath her red short-shorts that emphasized her legs and butt, and a simple white t-shirt that was a size too small clung to her chest showed her black bra to the world.
"Just because you're allowed to go out a few times every year and wear more than panties and bras doesn't mean you stop being my slave. As such, any outfit I pick out for you will be completely slutty and revealing. Oh, and I want your thong to stick out. Make sure it's up the whole time we're out or you'll be punished. You're my thing now, an 'it,' like a pretty handbag. And I want my handbag looking hot and slutty."
"Yes Mistress."
"Today was the last day of your life you'll ever get to sleep in. From now on you're on a tight schedule, at least in the morning. Text Jennifer and tell her we're on our way."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, grabbing her sticky phone.
They walked out the door, Caroline first, in high heel boots and sandals respectively. Caroline felt incredibly hot today, and decided to don her huge sunglasses and pop a piece of chewing gum into her mouth. She handed the keys of her car to her slave, and they were off.

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"The workers will be installing everything while we're away. One of them is an old family friend, so you'll be uh, tipping him for his services when we get back."
The rest of the ride continued in silence until they reached Jennifer's house. Jennifer was told to be looking out the window for her ride, and upon seeing them she grabbed up two cardboard boxes and walked out to the car. Caroline couldn't believe her luck. The figure making her way toward her car was flawless. Huge tits that joggled as she walked complemented her bee-stung lips and hourglass shape. Even from the distance, Caroline could see Jennifer's hips rolling and she knew, based on the hips and the pictures she'd seen, that Jennifer owned one hot ass.
Well, OWNED a hot ass. I own it now, Caroline thought, smiling to herself. Yes, this one won't have to be put on a strict diet or exercise plan at all. Her body was every horny man's dream- it screamed "whore."
"Hello, uh, Mistress," Jennifer said nervously, opening the car door.
"Don't be shy, Jennifer, I've heard all about you! Actually, I've seen you more than I've heard about you, but same diff. You're not shy at all though, so don't act like it."
"Uh, sorry, I've just never uh, done this before."
"You are to address me as Mistress at all times, Jennifer."
"Sorry Mistress."
"I'll let you slide for now because you're new and we have a big day ahead. I'll tell you all the rules and what to expect in your new life as Pussyslut here drives."
"Uh..." Jennifer glanced nervously over at her friend, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly and looking straight ahead.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you about your new names. This here is Pussyslut, and your new name is Tits. Don't ever let me catch you two calling each other anything different.
"Tits?" Jennifer said incredibly. "Tits?!?"
"Yes, TITS, Tits, and if you don't like it that's too bad because I own your ass and those wonderful balloons on your chest. Do I make myself clear, TITS?"
"Uh, yes Mistress! Sorry Mistress!" Jennifer said, not wishing to anger this woman.
"Good. Drive, Pussyslut."
"Yes Mistress."

[kearns]

They pulled into a tattoo parlor within ten minutes and got out of the car. Pussyslut checked her thong to make sure it was showing. They walked into the shop and a little bell on the door rang, alerting the shop owner he had customers.
"Here for our 2:30," Caroline said confidently at the man at the counter. He wasn't paying attention, though, as his eyes were trying to choose between viewing the barely-dressed brunette and the totally fuckable blonde with huge tits.
"Uh, sorry ma'am?" The man said, blinking.
"We're here for our 2:30."
"Oh. Right. Well, then, lemme just uh... Raaaaay!" He shouted towards the back, and a gruff looking man with tattoos wrapped around the length of his arms emerged a minute later.
"Oh, Caroline, how are ya?" Ray said, beaming the sight of her.
"Excellent, Ray! Thanks for asking. Remember when I told you about...?" She leaned in and whispered something in his ear.
He nodded, and his face took on a serious tone.
"Great, Ray. And feel free to use any of them," she added in a whisper.
He nodded and motioned for the three to follow him to the back. They entered a dingy little room that smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
"So, what will it be for the little sluts?"
"I want matching "SLAVE" tattoos in black ink to go on their left ass cheeks, for starters. And "PROPERTY OF CAROLINE" on the other."
"Okay, easy enough."
"I also want this one-" she indicated Tits- "to have the word "TOILET" written above her titties, also in black ink.
Ray chuckled slightly at that one.
"And for this one," Caroline continued, I want the words "PUSSY" on the left side of her face, and "SLUT on the right. I want permanent black eyeliner as well. All caps for every tattoo for these girls, too. Don't forget!"
Pussyslut's eyes widened in shock. She'd never be able to return to a normal life with those tattoos! Jennifer would at least be able to hide the "TOILET" tattoo if they found some way of escape, but not her!
"Okay. Anything else today?"
"Of course. I want silver rings soldered onto their clits, and a removable bell attached for both of them. I also want their tits pierced, and I'd like to buy bells for each pair as well. Next I'd like three large silver rings on each side of their pussy lips soldered on. For the girl getting the face tattoo, I want her lips to be tattooed black. For the girl with the huge tits, I want her lips tattooed pink."
"Okay, then. It should come out to be a few hundred dollars, you'll have to ask Jay at the counter, he's the money guy. And uh, if you don't mind...?"
"Not at all, Ray. What services do you want from my girls?"
"A blowjob by the one getting the face tattoos, and a tittyfuck by the other."
"You got it Ray. If they give you any trouble, I'll be in the front."
"I'll call you when I'm done, Caroline," he wheezed.

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Two hours later, and Pussyslut and Tits were modified, fucked, and out the door. Both their rings smoldered permanently to their clits jingled at the slightest movement because of the bells attached, and both realized they'd better get used to the sound. The weight of the large nipple and pussy rings dragged both down, and both were terribly humiliated, Pussyslut especially. Her life- even if she escaped- would never be the same again, for in angry, jet black ink the words "PUSSY" and "SLUT" covered both of her cheeks, and her lips and the skin around and under her eyes were permanently colored a seductive black. Tits' tattoos were easier to hide, but no less degrading. She was shocked to learn in the car that she'd be serving as a toilet for her Mistress, but the large tattoo scrawled across her chest really struck that concept home to her. She tried and couldn't imagine the taste of pee and poop, and she definitely couldn't imagine her new pink lips wrapped around a piece of shit. The tattoos on their asses were mere formalities compared to the extremely degrading tattoos both received elsewhere. Tits also got her first face full of cum as a slave as she was titty-fucked by Ray after her procedures, her giant fleshballs being squeezed over Ray's cock until he reached orgasm. For Pussyslut, it was the first blowjob she ever gave in her life, and she was instructed to swallow. Both were ushered out of the shop by Caroline, who reminded them they had an appointment at the salon.
Pussyslut again took the wheel for the ten minute drive to the salon.
"What is your name, slave?" Caroline asked her as she started up the car.
"Pussyslut, Mistress."
"Say it again.
"Pussyslut, Mistress."
"And what's your name?" She said, turning to the pink-lipped blonde in the back.
"Tits, Mistress."
"Good girl, but from now on when anyone says your name, I want you to smile and cup your slavetitties and push them up as if you're offering them to the speaker. What's your name, slave?"
"Tits, Mistress," she said, putting on a nervous smile and offering her boobs to Caroline.
"What's your name?"
"Tits, Mistress," repeating the motion.
"Good. You are to do that from now on, even when you say your own name, understand Tits?"
"Yes Mistress!" Tits said perkily, smiling and pushing her melons up.

[kearns]

Pussyslut was never more embarrassed in her life as she walked into the salon. The place was empty save for the two hairdressers, but each one stared at her face and outfit relentlessly.
"We're here for our 5:00!" Caroline offered to no one in particular.
"Ah yes, Caroline isn't it?"
"That's me."
"Okay, and what will you be having done today?" The clerk said, stealing a glance towards Pussyslut's tattoos.
"Actually, we're here for my girls. This one needs her hair dyed jet black, and this one needs her hair dyed bubblegum pink. Oh, and both need their finger and toenails painted the same colors."
"Okay, that seems do-able. Will you be having anything done today?"
"No, just my girls!" Caroline smiled.
"Okay, just a minute."
Caroline had just enough time to warn the girls about saying anything about their tattoos before they were summoned by each individual hairdresser. An hour later and Pussyslut's hair and nails matched her permanent make-up, as did Tit's. Their clit bells jingled as they returned to the car, and within another hour, after stopping at the store for hormone pills and the whole rack of lipstick (Caroline said she still wanted her slaves to have a "glossy" look on their lips but didn't want to use Chapstick), Tits was being introduced to her new home.

[kearns]

They stepped through the front door, Caroline first in line as always. Two burly men in wrinkly t-shirts and torn blue jeans greeted them.
"Hey Caroline, how's it goin'?" The blonde man said.
"Pretty good, Don, how are you?" Caroline said, pecking the blond man's cheek.
"Not bad. We're done installing everything. We got cameras in the kitchen, bathroom, the closet in your bedroom and every other room but the living room just as you asked."
"Thanks Don."
"Wanna see the bathroom?"
"I'd love to."
"Alright then, let's go. And hey Chris, get the tools in the truck, we're leavin' soon!" Don yelled to the man in the kitchen.
They walked up the stairs to the bathroom, entering through the now empty doorway to find the room the same except for two security cameras that jutted out of the side walls next to the expansive mirror and a large rectangular digital clock that hung above it.
"There's the two cameras there," Don said, motioning towards them. "Then I put a waterproof one in the toilet for ya, that was tricky. It's wireless so anything it records will have to be synced to your computer. There's no way I can get wires in there, and no way I'd risk it with the water. There's one over the toilet, too, like ya wanted. And here's the shower."
He opened the door to the shower to show Caroline ten cameras positioned at different heights across the shower walls.
"I know you said you only wanted eight cameras, but I added the two on the far wall for a more general shot of the girls' bodies. Free of charge, too, long as I get a video now and then," Don smirked, winking.
Caroline laughed.
"You got it, Donnie. And uh, do need a tip?" She extended her palm towards Pussyslut.
"You don't mind?"
"Donnie, you're a family friend, I'd let you borrow her for a few nights if that's what you wanted."
Don chuckled.
"Might just take you up on that offer sometime then. Well, uh, dunno how else to say it... We'll be up here if you'd excuse us."
"No problem. Tits, I'll show you your sleeping arrangement and explain your daily routine. Follow me."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said meekly, following her out the open doorway after pushing her boobs towards the ceiling.
"Okay, uh, Pussy... Slut..." Don said slowly after reading her cheeks.
"Let's go."
He unzipped his jeans.