Owned At Last #5 by covergirl SLUT bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Sir has never hypnotized me, but he has trained me so well it has a similar effect.
I know I am covergirl SLUT, that I am inferior in all ways to Him and all Real Men, and that I should look like it as often as to the greatest extent possible.
On a recent Monday after the local Post Office had closed, Trent Sir sent me a text order to be there at closing and, of course, I was at the back door, naked except for my dog collar, bright pink lipstick on my lips.
He was the last employee on duty, and opened the door and ordered me inside, locking the door after I was past him. I knelt immediately with my hands behind my head, my eyes turned down toward the floor that I had become skilled in licking clean of His and my fluids.
"What the fuck is this?" He demanded, pointing to my pits.
I mumbled a weak answer.
"Speak up slut! What it is?" he demanded.
"Hair, Sir," I replied cringing and knowing immediately where the conversation was going.
"And do sluts have Man Hair bitch?"
"No, Sir."
"So you will get rid of it? Or do I have to grab a box cutter and remove it myself?" he demanded.
"No, Sir, I will remove it, Sir!" I replied.
"Wait a second. I have a better idea", he told me, and I knew right away it was not going to be better in anyway for me!
"Suppose I have you dye it sissy pink?" he asked, though it was clearly not something I was going to have a say in.
"No..hold on...," he interrupted himself..." I have an ever better idea. When you go home tonight I want you to shave all of the hair except for a little patch under each arm...let's call it a sissy patch, kinda like the little bit of hair some bitch's leave above their cunt. If you shaved it all the way it wouldn't have much of a meaning...but with the little patch. It will be a sure sign that you are someone's cunt. Maybe we'll dye it later, covergirl. And by the way, you ARE someone's cunt. In fact you are more than one person's cunt. There's your Master in Texas. And me, of course. And then there's Master Izaya."
I noticed He had started calling me by my new name, the one given me by Master in Texas: covergirl SLUT. And then I thought Izaya? Who is Master Izaya?
Suddenly I felt a flow of warm fluid striking the back of my head and sloshing through the hair, dripping down till it wet my ass crack and formed a pool on the flood below me. But this was not a trickle, it was a torrent, and it quickly drenched me. I cheated and blinked my eye open enough the see that Sir Trent was still standing in front of me, but his eyes were lowered, looking not down at me but down at the floor! I knew immediately it was this Master Izaya marking me from behind...and shockingly, Sir Trent was showing respect for Him!
Sir Trent was slim, almost skinny, muscular in a swimmer sort of way. But as the new person in the room walked around from behind me I could see he dwarfed Trent. Master Izaya was huge..at least 6'4"...a black man who obviously worked out constantly. He was wearing black leather chaps and a white boy-beater shirt that showed off his physique. He was also wearing a bright yellow jock strap that bulged out inches from his crotch, promising a huge cock that I immediately hoped he would use on me.
As soon as Master Izaya moved to my front, Sir Trent knelt and started tonging the yellow jock strap, causing an immediate swelling, forcing the cloth to stretch even further. Master Izaya used one of his big black hands to push Trent away, forcing him to fall sideways onto the floor in a tumble. He used his other hand to pull me by the back of my head into the same crotch. His heady aroma filled my nose and the erection that had started when He started pissing on me grew in size.
"I want to feel that tongue cunt, " he bellowed at me from above and I dove into the job, pushing hard with my tongue, making out the shape of his big root and it grew even larger. Suddenly the huge fleshy rod popped out from behind the jock. I was tempted to take it in my mouth...but I knew better. I had been trained, after all, and I continued licking the jock, massaging the part of his cock that was still covered by it. But I could feel the heat from the tool that stretched along my cheek and past my ear. He was massive!
The new Master reached down and clamped on alligator style tit clamps. He tied a rope to the chain between them and tied the other end of the rope off on an overhead pipe, stretching my tits toward the ceiling.
My Master in Texas had me working on the tits, using clamps for hours at a time, enlarging them, preparing them for eventual piercing, with larger and larger rings planned. Eventually he expected me to wear zero gauge rings in black metal, with a third one through my scrotum, and, if I lasted that long, a final very obvious one in my nose.
For now the chain linking the tit clamps acted as a leash, and Master Izaya led me to a low solid metal table used for sorting mail. He forced me over it, the cold metal causing a fast chill through me, quickly replaced by the feel of his huge cock at the entrance to my hole....i had been fucked by big cocks before, even fisted once, but nothing compared to the immediate plunge of his into me. And he didn't slow down for me to adjust. He was off in a fucking motion in which his jet black rod pounded all the way in, out and back in again over and over. He used one of his large hands to hold my hands on my own neck as he pounded in and out, over and over as the shock slowly wore off and I adjusted to the arm sized rod.
Suddenly he pulled out----believe it or not I immediately missed it!-----and he roared as he came across my back and ass...spurt after spurt of the giant's cream moistened my body. Without pausing, he scooped up some of it with his rod and shoved it back into me, restoring the amazing full feeling.
A moment later he pulled out again, ordering Master Trent to lick him clean. As that happened, Master Izaya pulled a large plug from his bag and inserted it in one plunge into my well-lubed and opened hole. It plopped in and sealed his cream in me.
After he left, Master Trent resumed his Alpha Man position and used my other hole to get off, smearing the leftover cum across my face.
He reminded me of my shaving order and told me to leave. I grabbed my clothes and left through the back door.
When I got home, I immediately went to the bathroom and got into the shower, leaving the plug in as instructed. I felt fortunate to have cum from Trent Sir and the unexpected customer inside me and did not want to lose it.
After I had washed my hair and was soaping my body, I remembered Sir Trent's admonition about my somewhat hairy pits. With no further thought, I slathered them with shaving cream and shaved all of the hair except for a inch inch square patch. Immediately, as soon as i started shaving, my cock hardened and stayed that way as I removed most of the sign of manhood! That is truly the sign of my submissiveness;. I thought: Getting off on removing the man-hair from my pits...getting off on obeying even a secondary Master. I wondered how I would explain it to people at the gym!
I looked forward to Him following through with his threat to make me dye the patch pink. Later that night I followed Sir Trent;s other order. I removed the plug and put it in my mouth, playing hard with my already tender tits, finally dropping off to sleep, sucking on my large cock-shaped pacifier, now faintly tasting of the Real Men, and my ass.
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