Chapter 9 - Games at Restaurants & Other Diversions
As we have said before Mistress Lotta had kept her young slave, piglet, celibate
for a period of six long weeks. During this frustrating period for the new
submissive she trained him most stringently in the art of controlling lustful
emotions, and especially displays of those lusts. His penis was freed from its
normal chastity frequently during the six weeks so that it could be tested for
escaping moisture while being kept in a state of rigid sexual arousal for hours
on end. As it became apparent that the slave was able to quite easily stop his
constantly stimulated, and maddeningly titillated penis from leaking even the
tiniest droplet of moisture from his relentlessly aching, and increasingly
swollen and tender testicles, the long organ was again confined in its chastity
cone for most of the time.
Mistress Lotta kept the slave confined to the townhouse for the entire period,
except, of course, for the shopping exhibition described in the previous
chapter. She did this, not so much as a part of his punishment, but rather
because she had a reputation as a supreme Mistress to maintain. It would not
reflect too favourably on her if a slave known to belong to, and to have been
trained by her, was to prove anything but perfectly submissive and immaculately
behaved when shown off in public. For slave piglet it is hard to judge what he
felt more acutely, the lack of the delicious feelings of humiliation that being
forced to perform in public engendered in his submissive brain, and that he so
craved, or the slavish realisation that he could not, under any circumstances,
disgrace the woman he had surrendered his being so totally to, by being seen as
anything short of perfection in submissive performance.
On the morning of the last weekend of the slave's enforced abstinence, and after
he had completed his duties as a body slave to her, Mistress Lotta announced her
plans for the slave's re-introduction into society. Mistress Lotta stood, tall
and commanding, in the plush living room dressed in one of her severe business
suits and gazed down at her kneeling slave. Slave piglet knelt, head bowed
submissively, at her feet and listened with growing masochistic excitement to
her words. He was dressed in pale mauve stockings with a matching satin garter
belt, his feet shod in six inch heeled pumps and, of course, his mandatory
chastity belt confining his manhood. Otherwise his smooth hairless body was
naked. His long blonde hair, by now reaching to mid way down his slender back,
shone lustrously, and his handsome features were heavily made up in the fashion
of a street harlot, bright pink lip gloss and heavy black mascara and eye
shadow. In the slave's bizarrely trapped crotch the thick glans of his captive
penis, protruding from the apex of the cone also shone with a rich coating of
the pink gloss. His hugely bloated testicles had been liberally rouged to add
to the erotic perverseness of their display.
"Piglet," Mistress Lotta announced, "As you are probably only too aware, today
marks the last day of your sentence of celibacy. To celebrate the occasion I
have arranged for us to eat at Ricardo's tonight. You will, of course, be
permitted to dress in normal outer garments since Ricardo's is a public place,
even if Ricardo himself is a part of our culture. But we don't wish to cause
him any undue embarrassment, do we?" Before the kneeling slave could reply the
voluptuous dominant continued. "You will, obviously, wear your slave costume
beneath these clothes and, of course, your collar and cuffs will also remain.
The suit of clothes I have chosen for you are in fact, female garments, in the
form of a business suit." The slave blushed prettily as he heard of his fate,
and his monstrously bloated testicles ached deliciously. It was to be the first
time that he would appear in public as a female and, although mortified at the
prospect, his excitement was palpable, and the thick, trapped tube of his sex
squirmed helplessly in its tight confines in tune with his growing, submissive
arousal.
All through the day slave piglet went about his duties in an erotically induced
daze. His heart pounded continuously as thoughts of the coming evening invaded
his consciousness at every turn. His trapped penis struggled vainly within its
tight captivity while the level of the slave's arousal grew and grew as evening
approached. Mistress Lotta arrived back at the residence a little after five in
the evening and slave piglet immediately assisted her in attending to her
toilet. He undressed, bathed, and then prepared her for the evening. He
dressed her ravishing body in erotic underwear which was covered with a sensual
evening dress that displayed her awesome cleavage to its best advantage. When
he was finished she inspected the results in a full length mirror. Having
expressed her satisfaction with her slave's efforts Mistress Lotta went to the
living room to relax, and ordered her slave to prepare his own body for the
evening's entertainment.
Slave piglet, as soon as Mistress Lotta was out of the room, quickly stripped
off his slave costume, and removed his chastity belt, using the key she had left
with him for this purpose. Once his body was entirely naked he entered the
shower and set about washing his smooth nudity with consummate care. He shaved
his skin two times, then carefully inspected himself to ensure that not even one
unsightly hair escaped the keen edge of his razor. When he was satisfied he
turned off the shower and quickly dried his body off and moved over to the
wardrobe that contained his costumes. Since this was a formal occasion slave
piglet chose a formal costume. The outer garments his Mistress had purchased
for the evening were laid out on her large bed.
The excited young male slave shivered with erotic pleasure while he carefully
smoothed mauve silk stockings up his smoothly shaven legs, thrilling to the
sensual feel of the slinky female material on his skin. He quickly wrapped a
purple satin garter belt, fringed with frilly mauve lace, around his slender
waist and fastened it in place. He then snapped the four garters per leg onto
the stocking tops and made sure that each satin strap was perfectly straight.
Finally he stood before the mirror and ensured that the seams running down the
back of the stockings on each of his legs was scrupulously straight.
Slave piglet then sat before his vanity mirror and began to apply his make-up.
He lined his large brown eyes with black eye liner and painted their lids
heavily with similarly coloured mascara. Once he was satisfied with his eyes he
began to paint his full lips with a pastel pink lip gloss, and finally blushed
his cheeks with reddish, pink rouge to highlight his aristocratic cheek bones.
He surveyed his almost beautiful face, and smiled with contentment at the sight
it made. He stood up and slipped a fresh chastity belt up his stocking clad
legs and buckled it securely around his belly, just below the level of the sexy
garter belt. The narrow velour flap hanging from the centre of the rear of the
belt was then drawn between the slave's spread legs. He gasped with perverse
delight while a nine inch butt plug sank, to the hilt, into his welcoming
rectum. He carefully fed each of his fat, smooth testicles through the
elasticised hole in the flap, wincing when the pressure on the sensitive meat
caused a dull ache to assail the tender eggs. Lastly he fed the thick, semi
erect tube of his enormous penis through its hole and fastened the other end of
the strap to the centre of the front of the belt.
Slave piglet took up the small pink leather cone that formed the prison for his
sex. He took a deep breath and began to cram the meaty stem of his penis into
its tight confines, working the thick, satiny head of the sex organ through the
hole at the apex of the cone, sighing audibly when the spongy flesh popped free
and bulged obscenely out from the narrow top of the cone. The trembling slave
gasped as he turned the cone into the socket in the crotch flap until its was
turned as tight as it could and the two small metal loops, one on the base of
the cone, and the other on the crotch flap, were flush and he was able to lock
the cone to the strap with a small padlock. The slave sighed with pleasure, as
he always did when he willingly undertook the act of denying himself control
over his own sex, and thus surrendering that control to the Mistress he so
adored.
He quickly took up a tube of pink lip gloss from the vanity table and
meticulously painted the head of his captive penis until it was richly coated
with the sensuous cosmetic. He played a hair drier over the penis head until
the gloss was dry, and then went over to his Mistress' bed. He took up the
blouse laid out for him and slipped it on, delighting in the sensual feel of its
silk on his skin. He buttoned the blouse up and then took the skirt up and drew
it up his legs to his hips. His sigh was one of almost disappointment as the
tight skirt hid his bizarre slave costume, for his basic need to suffer the
humiliation that his public submission engendered was by now like an addictive
drug to him. When the skirt was in place he bent down and slid his feet into
six inch heeled patent leather pumps of deep purple, that complimented the
colour of his fine silk hose.
The attractive slave walked confidently over to the vanity table, he was now
able to walk in the highest of heels with no discomfort or loss of balance. He
quickly brushed out his long lustrous blonde hair until it hung softly down over
his shoulders, and then looked at the jewellery his Mistress had laid out for
him to wear. His cheeks blushed crimson, even under their rouge, when he saw
the three simple items that had been chosen. The earings laying on the table
consisted of tiny crystal penis and testicle clusters, the penises shown in
erection, and wrapped in golden wire from base to tip, with tiny golden padlocks
dangling from their tips to depict the capture of the male sex organs. Slave
piglet quickly put the earings on, then took up the quite substantial broach his
Mistress had picked out for him. A wash of delicious shame flooded the slave as
he pinned the demeaning golden ornament to the centre of his chest. The broach
was decorated with the words, in shiny ridged silver on a gold background,
"Slave Piglet" and a "The" then immediately below, "Joyfully Depraved Slut".
The slave then donned the business suit jacket that completed his ensemble, then
hurried down the hallway to the lounge room, and his patiently waiting
dominator.
Salve piglet entered the quiet, plushly furnished room and saw that his Mistress
was seated on a sofa reading a book. He walked over and stood before her, his
head bowed submissively. "Let me look at you, little piglet." Mistress Lotta
said, raising her eyes from her reading. Slave piglet pirouetted daintily,
showing off his finery to the seated dominant. "Very demure, my little slave!"
Mistress Lotta chuckled, "But your earings and broach at least tell the truth,
don't they?" The slave opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a
word out Mistress Lotta continued, "I like to see you looking like butter
wouldn't melt in your mouth. Such a pretty and virtuous looking little girl.
But we both know what a wanton hussy you really are, don't we? I'll bet that
little worm of yours is really churning away in its cone, isn't it you
licentious little harlot? Tell me what you really are, little piglet? Tell
your Mistress what she wishes to hear?"
Slave piglet blushed prettily, then spoke in a voice that clearly betrayed both
his growing excitement, and deepening sensation of degradation, "Darling
Mistress Lotta, I long to show the entire world that I am your utterly devoted,
and absolutely debauched slut! My perverted mind sings with joy when you allow
me to wallow in depraved lechery for you! My submissive heart pounds with
elation when you permit me to show what a lewd harlot I have enthusiastically
become for your greater glory! Please! Please! Adored Mistress Lotta, I beg
you with all my heart. Command me to perform the most utterly obscene and
perverted acts for your entertainment! I yearn to serve you with all my heart!
I am your harlot! I am your trollop! I am your whore! I am your utterly
obscene slut! I am, and will always be, your absolute submissive and servile
slave, my darling Mistress!"
By the time the feminised slave had completed his demeaning dissitation his
chest was heaving, his huge, grotesquely swollen testicles throbbed beneath his
skirt, and his long penis stem writhed and ached with need in its tight
captivity. His wide, heavily made-up eyes were staring at the voluptuous woman
who he had surrendered so totally to with the depths of his love and devotion
clearly shining through. "What a delightful little slut you are, my little
piglet." The woman sighed, her pleasure at her slave's submission so evident in
her soft voice. "Let's go, or we'll be late for our dinner appointment."
The two left the apartment and took the lift down to the building's underground
car park. Slave piglet followed his Mistress at a respectful distance as they
walked. When they approached her big car, however, he rushed forward to open
her door for her. "You may sit up front with me, little piglet." Mistress Lotta
said as she entered the car. Slave piglet glowed with pleasure at this for he
usually rode in the boot of the car, or on his knees in the rear compartment,
when they went out together. The trip to the restaurant was undertaken in
silence. Mistress Lotta deep in her own thoughts, her heart quickening at the
thought of what she would subject her slave to that night. Slave piglet, for
his part, was also excited, and not a little apprehensive at what the night was
to offer. He knew that whatever it was, it would ensure his total humiliation,
and his penis, having settled down a little within the cone, again began to
squirm slightly with his growing arousal at, and anticipation of events to come.
They duly arrived at their destination and, after parking the car, moved off to
the plush eatery. Once inside a pretty little waitress dressed in an incredibly
short skirt that clearly showed off her lovely legs, right up to her stocking
tops, and a low cut white silk blouse that showed her ample cleavage off to
stunning effect, escorted them to a small alcove set up for two. Slave piglet
noted that the waitress wore an "O" ring on her right index finger signifying
that she was a submissive herself. He also noted that the restaurant was made
up entirely of alcoves similar to one they had been showed to. It ensured some
amount of privacy to diners. Once seated you could barely make out the other
similar areas with people seated in them.
Once the cute waitress had seated the two she rushed off to get menus for them.
From the way she demurred to Mistress Lotta, slave piglet was able to ascertain
that she had served her before. She returned with two leather bound folders and
bowed deeply as she handed one to Mistress Lotta. The Mistress hardly
acknowledged her presence as she took the folder from her. When she handed the
other one to the seated slave, however, she bent low and gave him an eyeful of
her large firm breasts within the loose silk blouse. Slave piglet's pulse
surged at the sight of the beautiful, full orbs with thick golden bands piercing
their thick, pink nipples. He also blushed prettily when he saw her smirk as
she read the demeaning inscription on his broach.
Almost as soon as the waitress had left to allow them to study the opulent menu
she was replaced by a tall male, dressed in an immaculate dinner suit, who asked
for their drink orders. Mistress Lotta ordered two rum and cokes for them and
piglet flushed with pleasure for this was the first time his Mistress had ever
allowed him to drink anything alcoholic since he had become her slave. The
drinks were duly delivered, then the waitress returned for their orders.
Over the next two hours or so they ate, swapping small talk as they consumed the
delicious meal. Their drinks were refreshed from time to time, and they drank a
bottle of Bolinger with their main course. Once the four courses of the dinner
were finished the table, and dining chairs were removed from the alcove and the
two of them, Mistress and slave, sat back in the rounded sofa that formed the
rear and sides of the alcove. A small table was placed to one side and after
dinner mints, a bottle of excellent port, and a couple of glasses were placed on
it by the drink waiter. When he was finished he leant close to Lotta's ear and
whispered to her for a minute or so. Piglet strained to hear what was being
said, his pulse racing because he rightly suspected that, whatever it was, it
most certainly concerned him. He managed to overhear some snippets of the
whispered conversation, blushing with realisation when he picked up, "two
business men", "alcove 7" and "girls night out".
The waiter took his leave and the Mistress smiled, mockingly, at her
apprehensive slave while she poured port into two glasses. "That was a lovely
dinner," she said, and then with a sadistic chuckle, continued, "But now the
real pleasure for us begins, my little slut." She handed piglet his glass. The
slave's hand trembled as he bought the small glass to his lips and sipped at the
rich liquid, and he felt his dormant penis begin to stir once again within the
tight confines of its hot, humid cone. "When you have finished your port,
little piglet," She announced, "You are to go to alcove 4. When you get there
you are to kneel before, and introduce yourself, appropriately, to its
occupants. You are then to offer them, in terms that they find impossible to
resist, the services of your mouth, regardless of what sex they are. You will
then provide that service to them, working diligently, until they are totally
satisfied. After appropriately thanking the occupants of the alcove for the
privilege of serving them, you will return to me. I will then check you for
evidence that you have carried out my wishes. If you fail me I will be very
angry and you can expect, at the very least, that your period of absolute
celibacy will be extended for a minimum of another three months. Is all this
clear to you, piglet?" she concluded, gazing intently at into the wide eyes of
her slave.
Piglet blushed furiously, while his delicately rouged cheeks burned with shame.
"Yes, Mistress," he gasped, "Your wish is my command. I pray with all my being
that I will not disgrace you." Mistress Lotta beamed at her chattel and said,
"Drink up, little slut, and off you go!" Slave piglet raised the small glass
and quickly drained it. He rose to his feet, smiled at his dominant owner
shyly, and set off to find alcove number four. It didn't take him long to
locate the darkish grotto, and he drew a deep breath, steeled his fluttering
nerves, and walked into the carpeted niche with a confidence that belied his
wildly palpitating heart. Two middle aged men sat on the rounded sofa sipping
at after dinner drinks. The men were dressed soberly, in dark business suits,
and both were well groomed, exuding wealth in both their dress and deportment.
They were quite startled when what appeared to be a beautiful young woman
entered their private domain. They were even more startled when the vision of
loveliness slipped to her knees before them and immediately began to speak in
what they thought to be an unusually low voice for a girl.
"Masters," Slave piglet breathed, "I am slave piglet, bondage and sexual slave
to my adorable Mistress who I live to serve with all of my slave being." Before
the seated men, who both gasped in astonishment at the words uttered by what
they believed to be a girl, could open their mouths slave piglet continued, his
eyes flicking quickly to the crotches of the seated men, noticing the beginnings
of swelling there, much to his relief, "My Mistress wishes to offer you the
services of my well trained mouth, Masters." He added quickly, not giving the
seated men any time to recover from their shock, while at the same time,
convincing them that the experience of his talented mouth was not something they
should miss. "My Mistress is confident, Masters, that my clever lips and
talented tongue will give pleasure to your divine, and virile penises, such as
you have never before experienced."
Piglet noticed with a mixture of excitement and relief that one of the men now
sported an erection that threatened to burst right out of his trousers. His
cheeks flushed crimson with his growing humiliation, his own penis beginning to
churn away in its cone, and his bloated testicles again began to ache savagely
with his own acute need. He fixed his gaze on the cloth covered erection,
allowing obvious adoration to shine from his soft brown eyes and continued,
"Please! Please!" He implored. "Adored Masters, permit me, a low slave,
depraved slut and decadent harlot the ultimate privilege. Please! Please!
Revered Masters. Allow me to suck off your divine penises! My lewd mouth longs
to be filled with your long, thick, hot, stiff penises! My lascivious taste
buds crave to be flooded with the succulent flavours of your creamy juices! My
wanton belly yearns to feel the boiling juices of your holy testicles cooling in
it! Please! Please! worshipped Masters, permit this whore slut to pleasure
you!"
Finally slave piglet ceased his babbling pleas and gazed up at the shocked men
in eager, and hopeful anticipation. He was glad that he was dressed as a woman,
for if the men knew that he was a male they may have refused him out of hand and
sent him back to Mistress Lotta in disgrace. He held his breath while the
seated businessmen wrestled with their thoughts, becoming increasingly agitated
with each second that went by without them reacting to his entreaties.
Finally one of the men, the one with the already noticeable erection thrusting
out against his expensive trousers, looked over to his companion and smirked,
"Well, Charles, I don't know about you, but I have decided that I am going to
sample this little morsel's talents since she has begged so sweetly." The other
man took a couple of seconds before he too, agreed with his compadre. The first
man to speak patted the sofa between the two of them and said to piglet, "Little
lady, why don't you come up and sit here while we get our drinks refreshed, and
ensure a little privacy for us." Piglet flushed with happiness, and delicious
shame, as he scrambled to his feet and settled down on the sofa between the two
men.
One of them summoned the drink waiter then a somewhat awkward silence descended
on the group while they waited for service. Piglet, not wanting the atmosphere
he had worked so hard to create to diminish, placed a hand in each of the men's
groins and began to pet their now stiff and throbbing penises through the fabric
of their trousers while whispering, erotically, "Oh, Masters. I'm sure that
your godly penises are going to taste so wonderful. My harlot mouth is watering
with yearning to taste their luscious heat. I can't wait to feel their
marvellous hot lengths plumbing the depths of my adoring throat, and stretching
its elastic muscles to the maximum." While piglet was thus engaged his heart
suddenly leapt into his mouth, for one of his Masters suddenly flipped back the
skirt of his business suit, and bared his bizarrely decorated groin. Both men
gasped in astonishment and shock.
The first to recover gasped, "We've been conned by a transvestite queer!" Slave
piglet was beside himself with fear, not fear of the men, but rather fear of his
Mistress should they make a scene and cause her embarrassment. He did not even
spare a thought to the consequences for himself if they were to throw him out.
He could bear the further period of enforced celibacy. What he could not bear
was the thought that he would have displeased his precious Mistress. He almost
yelped out in his eagerness to defuse the potentially volatile situation,
"Please! Adored and revered Masters! Do not think of me as a male. When my
venerated Mistress offers my services to others I am no more than a sexless
whore. That is why my worm is held captive. I have no sexual needs myself, and
am a sexless slut whose mouth only exists to please my superiors. Please!
Please! Masters! Ignore my gender and allow me to pleasure you. I am your
slut, your adoring harlot, and I exist only to worship and adore your beautiful
penises!"
While slave piglet cried out his abject supplications his hands worked
feverishly to caress, and sensuously squeeze the stiff organs of the objects of
his pleading. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that neither man
had lost his erection. After what seemed to piglet to last an eon, in reality
only a few seconds, the more dominant of the men spoke again. Relief flooded
piglet's feverish mind as he listened, "OK. I suppose we can make an exception
with this creature, and imagine it is what it outwardly seems." He said,
flipping the slave's long skirt back down over his stocking clad legs. "Besides,
I'm so sexed up now that I need to cum, and as far as I'm concerned right now,
any mouth will do." The other man, with more reluctance, finally agreed as
well. Sounds approached the alcove, and the waiter suddenly appeared with new
drinks for the men.
While he was arranging the drinks, ignoring the action of the three with total
discretion, the more forceful man said to him, "A little privacy for a half an
hour or so, if you don't mind, James." The waiter replied, "Of course, Sir."
And when he left the alcove he drew a curtain across the entrance. The more
excited man, immediately the curtain was drawn, put his hand on the back of
piglet's head and began to force it down towards his crotch. "Oh no, Master.
When a slut and whore like me is given the privilege of adoring superior penis
she must be on her knees as befits her status as a slave." As soon as the words
were uttered, piglet slipped from the chair onto his knees before the seated
men. When he did they moved closer together and entwined their touching legs so
that their groins were as close together as possible.
Piglet knelt between the males, within easy reach of their mashed together
groins. He reached out to the shier of the two and carefully unzipped his fly.
He reached inside the man's trousers and delicately fished out his penis and
testicles. When the organ was bare he saw that the penis was quite short and
thin, and the testicles merely the size of golf balls. Piglet leaned forward
and tenderly kissed the glistening head of the throbbing organ and breathed,
barely audibly, "Your divine penis is lovely, Master. I am overcome with
gratitude to you for allowing me to adore it."
The kneeling, feminised slave then, equally carefully, extracted the other man's
sex meat from his trousers. This penis too, was quite short, but unlike the
other one it was thick and heavily veined. Piglet repeated his gratitude to the
seated man, for being permitted to worship his stiff sex pole. He then
commenced to lap and lave each man's testicles with his long, agile tongue,
kissing up and down the now stiff and throbbing lengths of their aroused highly
penises, pausing at the tip of each to sensuously wash it with his hot tongue,
and to savour the spicy flavour of the pre-cum leaking from its little slit.
The devoted slave continued to tease his subjects' pulsing sex stems with all of
his talented expertise for what seemed like hours, and until both men could
barely endure the pleasure that they were experiencing.
Finally, slave piglet began to go to work in earnest. He chose the thin penis
first and engulfed it entirely into the hot wet cavern of his working mouth.
Because the organ was so small he was not able to lodge its dripping head in his
gulping throat, so he used his tongue to massage the sensitive underside while
his head bobbed up and down in the man's groin. Soon the man's bottom was
squirming around on the bench and his hands were buried in the sucking slave's
long hair. His hips began to rut uncontrollably as his orgasm approached with
ever increasing velocity. Sensing this, slave piglet brought his fingers into
play, caressing and squeezing the pleasure soaked man's hot, swelling testicles
while he allowed his mouth to relinquish most of the penis stem, until only the
head remained trapped by his lips. Piglet sucked strongly on the ripe plumb,
like a staving baby at its mother's teat. A shriek of absolute ecstasy was
literally torn from the convulsing man's gaping throat as he came. His penis
erupted in piglet's adoring mouth, flooding it with a surprising quantity of hot
spicy semen. Piglet swallowed for all he was worth, his submissive brain
singing with delight as he gulped the man's cum down while his eager mouth
continued to milk the spurting penis of every delicious drop.
As soon as he was sure that he had sucked the man dry piglet relinquished the
slowly softening organ and immediately turned his attention to the other eagerly
waiting penis. This one stretched the slave's jaws wide, such was its girth,
and he plunged his gaping mouth down on it until about half of the hot stem was
buried. This allowed the eager slave to draw his wriggling tongue to the back
of his throat. He then began to lash the tip of the man's penis with the end of
his tongue like he was whipping the nerve filled flesh with a velvet whip. The
seated male could not take much of this so exquisitely excruciating pleasure,
and he was soon flooding the slave's mouth with the cream of his testicles too.
Piglet slurped all of the pungent fluid down his avid throat while he milked the
man dry with consummate skill.
When he was finally finished, slave piglet reached out to the side table and
took a napkin. He used this to delicately clean each man's wilted, sated penis
of evidence of his lipstick and then, after tenderly, and devotedly kissing the
tip of each, fed the organs back into their owners' trousers and zipped them up.
When he was done the slave knelt back and stared up at his Masters with love and
gratitude shining in his heavily made-up eyes. "Oh thank you, adored Masters!"
He breathed. "Thank you for granting me the unrivalled privilege of being
permitted to suck your divine penises. I thank you from the bottom of my heart
for allowing your sacred penises to spray my adoring throat with the luscious
cream of your peerless testicles. I must return to my Mistress now, and thank
her profusely for allowing me to serve you so intimately."
Piglet then stood up and left the alcove. He walked quickly back to Mistress
Lotta's grotto and knelt before her and proceeded to thank her for allowing him
to serve the men. Mistress Lotta handed the slave a make-up bag and ordered him
to fix up his face which was somewhat dishevelled from his recent activities.
Piglet quickly moved off to the ladies bathroom, blushing furiously when it hit
him that he had not even given a second thought to the fact that he was a male
when making this choice. While piglet was repairing his make-up Lotta wandered
over to the alcove he had just visited and poked her head through the curtains,
"Did my little slut perform satisfactorily, gentlemen?" She inquired with a
smile. The seated men, still recovering from their surfeit of sexual pleasure,
looked up at her with embarrassed surprise. The more extrovert of them
recovered his wits first and then enthusiastically gushed forth at the skill and
devotion of the slave. Mistress Lotta, satisfied with piglet's first test,
returned to her seat and waited for her slave to return.
While piglet had been occupied by his first trial Lotta had been busy setting up
his next assignment. She had discovered that a group of four bull dyke lesbians
were in the restaurant that night, celebrating the conquest of a new femme slut
they had discovered. Lotta informed them that she would be sending her slave
over to serve them in any way they desired. The group were eager, of course,
but Lotta failed to inform them that her slave was a male. After all, he had to
have some difficulty in being successful or the test would not be severe enough.
She smiled to herself at the thought of the reaction of the man haters to the
discovery that piglet had a hated worm between his legs, and the depths of
wanton depravity he would have to sink to to convince them that they should
still avail themselves of his services.
Slave piglet returned to their alcove fully recovered from his latest high, and
looking extremely pretty with his freshly applied make-up. Before he had even
had time to collect his thoughts Mistress Lotta said, "Little piglet, I
understand that you performed satisfactorily with the two men I sent you to.
Now let's see how well you can serve a group of women. Get yourself over to
alcove 10, immediately, and I don't expect to see you back here for at least an
hour. Master Frederick is going to meet me here in a couple of minutes and we
are going to plan for next saturday night's festivities at the club. You will
at least have something to look forward to then, for one of the activities we
are planning is to have your man cunt lose its virginity. We don't want your
presence distracting us while we discuss it. Now go!"
Piglet wasted no time in obeying her snapped command. His submissive brain
thrilled to the prospect of having a real, hot, stiff penis buried up his
accommodating rectum, instead of the cold plastic one it had grown so used to
since his servitude had commenced. He quickly located the grotto he had been
ordered to attend and slipped inside its long dark curtain. Piglet's face
flushed crimson at what greeted him. The four women, all looking extremely
mannish and aggressive, sat together on a long settee. The table had already
been removed. Each of the lesbians was dressed in male clothing, slacks and
shirts with open necks. Tiny surges of terror wafted over piglet while he stood
anxiously before these daunting creatures with his head bowed submissively.
Wild thoughts of what their reaction to his sex would be when they found out
filled him with foreboding. Surely Mistress Lotta was aware of what type of
women these were. She wouldn't, surely, set him an impossible task, or would
she. He shuddered to think what her reaction to his failure would be. He
resolved not to find out, and to ensure that this would be the case he would
have to, somehow convince these belligerent women that he could serve them just
as well as a true, favoured women could. He would have to convince them that he
too was a female, in all respects except for the captive symbol of masculinity
trapped so deliciously between his smooth thighs.
He gathered his thoughts, steeled his palpitating nerves, and announced himself,
"I am piglet, sexual and bondage slave to my adored Mistress. She has commanded
me to offer to serve you, revered Mistresses, in any way you desire." There was
some mocking laughter among the leering dykes as they inspected the vision of
submissive loveliness standing before them. Piglet's heart leapt in
consternation when one of the dykes barked out, "Raise your skirt, slut! Show
your Mistresses your raunchy cunt!" Piglet shuddered with dread while he
reached down to the hem of his skirt. With ever growing apprehension he slowly
raised the skirt, revealing inch after inch of his stocking clad legs and
thighs. He pulled the skirt up until his bizarre crotch was finally fully
revealed, and waited for their reaction with baited breath.
"What the fuck!" Exclaimed one of the dykes. "You're a fucking male! You've
got a putrid prick between your legs!" Another exclaimed disgustedly. Piglet's
heart was crushed. He fell to his knees before the furious dykes and began to
blubber. "Mistresses, I am sexless. My Mistress does not allow me to act as a
male. I am a woman for you! A slut and a harlot dedicated to pleasuring your
divine pussies with her female tongue! Please! Please! Allow this whore's
sluttish tongue to worship at the shrine of your holy pussies! Please, I beg
you sweet Mistresses, allow this slut's depraved female tongue to taste the
paradise of your sacred rosebuds! I implore you, divine Mistresses, slake this
whore's obscene thirst with gushes of golden champagne from your hallowed
pussies!"
On and on slave piglet went, his self debasing offers becoming more and more
depraved with each utterance as he implored the dykes to use and abuse him in
every way imaginable. Finally he ran out of both breath and ideas, and flopped
forward on his knees to slobber submissive kisses over the toes of the shoes of
the dyke he had perceived to be the leader of the group. Stunned silence hung
in the air for about thirty seconds while the angry dykes calmed down a little,
"At least it begs like a slut." One of them finally said in a voice still
filled with disdain. Another added, "I've never allowed a male's tongue to
touch my twat before, and I'm not about to now." And piglet's heart sank in
abject misery, but then soared briefly when the woman continued, "I might,
however, be persuaded to let it use its vile tongue on my arsehole."
The dykes wrestled with their growing, lustful desires, weighing up the
sensations they might experience, the pleasures they could savour, against the
fact that these pleasures would be being delivered by the tongue of a hated
male. Piglet held his breath while continuing to adoringly kiss the woman's
foot in a display of abject, servile submission. The group seemed to take
forever to finally agree, and piglet literally glowed with happiness when the
leader finally said, "Let's take it to the bathroom, strip it, and put it to
work. If it doesn't perform better than the best femme slut we've ever had,
then we'll take its putrid cock as a souvenir before we give it back to its
owner."
Piglet flushed with terror when he heard these words, especially as the woman
who had uttered them produced an evil looking dagger with a sharply honed blade
from her carry bag to emphasise her words. He made a silent vow that these
woman would experience such pleasures, as they had only previously dreamed of,
at the hands of his highly skilled tongue. He would work and work and work,
until they were totally exhausted and completely and utterly sated. They would
never forget this night, or the so called male they enjoyed, for as long as they
lived, slave piglet vowed while he was being frog marched, by two of the dykes,
towards the ladies bathroom. They had his arms held firmly behind him, and one
of them had grasped him by the long flowing locks behind his head and had quite
cruelly wrenched his head back so that he could not see properly where he was
going.
He was, however, just able to make out the huge form of Master Frederick sitting
with his Mistress as he was propelled past her booth. His trapped penis
squirmed hotly within its cramped confines when he thought of the erotic and
degrading plans they might be devising for him. The feminised slave was quickly
hustled into the well appointed bathroom by his captors, and was then roughly,
but efficiently stripped of his outer clothing, "Well, doesn't the vile harlot
look sexy in her erotic finery." One of the women snickered as she forced the
slave to his knees on the white tiles. While she did this one of her colleagues
harshly grasped each of the slave's wrists and clipped their cuffs to his slave
collar to render his hands useless to him, saying as she did, "We might allow a
male's slimy tongue to pleasure us, but he'll never have the opportunity to
touch our superior bodies with his hands.
When slave piglet was finally in a position that satisfied his tormentors, they
stood around his kneeling nudity, boxing him in so that no matter which
direction he turned his head in his eyes were greeted by the trouser clothed
crotch of one of the dykes. He could already detect the pungent aroma of
un-perfumed, female sex which, of course, caused his sensitive nostrils to
twitch in eager anticipation. One by one the butch women lowered their trousers
and, since none wore any form of under clothing, immediately revealed their
profusely hairy mounds. All but one of the women remained facing the kneeling
slave, the odd one out being the woman who had previously signalled her
intention that no male, no matter how feminised, was going to taste her pussy.
She had turned her back to the slave and his gaze was presented with her
voluminous buttocks.
"We'll take it in turns guys." The group leader declared, "Starting from you
Johnny," She continued, indicating the woman on her left, "And ending with me.
But first I have to take a leak." Before she could leave the little group slave
piglet stammered out, his cheeks blushing crimson with delicious shame, "Please,
Mistress, use my slave mouth to relieve yourself. Permit me the privilege of
drinking the golden champagne from your sacred font. Please! Please! Adored
Mistress, I long to serve you!" The haughty lesbian laughed down at the
grovelling slave with delight. "All right, slut. Head back! Here it comes!"
She cried as she swung her leg over the kneeling piglet's upturned face so her
hairy vulva was poised over his wide open mouth. Almost before piglet had had
time to prepare himself a torrent of hot, salty, tangy urine cascaded from the
woman's splayed sex and splashed down into his mouth. Piglet gulped wildly as
he fought to consume the fierce flow. Some of the copious flood of fluid
dripped down his chin, and some splashed into his eyes making them sting and
causing him to blink rapidly. The woman seemed to have and endless supply for
the slave to contend with, and it took all of his mental steel to keep
swallowing until the torrent finally began to ebb.
The slave soon regained his composure, however, and his long agile tongue swept
out of his gaping mouth and lapped the residual drops of his dominator's urine
from her tangle of pubic hair with true slave-like devotion and submission.
"Oh! That was good!" The woman sighed. "I really needed that." She peered
down at piglet and asked imperiously, "Did you enjoy your drink, whore?" "Oh!
yes Mistress!" Piglet cried, "Your precious golden nectar tastes delicious, I
cannot adequately express the feeling of gratitude I have at being allowed to
drink it for you." The woman chuckled for a few seconds and then snapped, "Get
on with it, whore. We haven't got all night!" And then, brandishing her evil
looking knife, added. "Don't forget what's in store for you if you don't
perform to our complete satisfaction, slut!"
Slave piglet shuddered with dread as he turned to his first subject. As his
face approached the hairy grotto that was the dyke's steamy crotch, her heavy,
pungent odour flooded his reeling senses. "I like my slut's to get their whore
faces right into my cunt while they're pleasuring me, harlot, so that all they
are aware of is my lovely cunt meat, and their undying, never ending need to
worship and, more importantly, to completely and utterly satisfy it. Get to
it!"
He took a deep breath and plunged his upturned face into the sticky, hot, swampy
mixture of drenched flesh and crinkly hair. His long, well trained tongue
ploughed into the sopping meat in a frenzy and, true to his dominator's desires,
he rummaged around in her dripping trench with his entire face until it was
coated with her flowing juices. The excited dyke was soon revolving her hips
wildly in time with the slave's mashing face and wildly lapping tongue. Her sex
juices were literally flowing down the slave's chin and dripping onto his
heaving chest as her excitement grew. Piglet's nose crushed the woman's rigid
clitoris over and over until, with a yell of triumph, her pussy began to spasm
and she slipped over the peak into ecstatic climax. While she came she grasped
piglet's long hair in her fists and literally ground his face into her churning
swamp and the piglet, for his part, struggled for vainly for breath while he
elatedly slurped at her flowing sex font and gulped her pungent juices down like
a starving pig.
When the woman's cataclysmic orgasm had finally ran its full course the woman
released slave piglet's hair and thrust his face away from her sated crotch.
She breathed in short pants and gasped out to her colleagues, "This piece of
male shit has some potential. With about two years hard training it might even
meet our standards for a female slut!" "Me next, whore! I get off when the
harlot sinks her tongue right up my cunt hole and uses it to massage the hole's
hot, silky walls. I even reward those sluts able to tickle my cerv with their
tongue tips" The second dyke in the circle surrounding slave piglet's kneeling
nudity cried, adding, "Get on with it!" Slave piglet quickly slipped his
upturned face between the woman's muscular thighs and crushed his open mouth
hard up against the ragged, dripping entrance to her gaping vaginal cavity. The
slave drove his incredibly long tongue deeply into the standing woman's pulsing
vagina and was immediately rewarded with a flood of her strongly aromatic
juices. He began to slosh his buried tongue around wildly, licking ever more
strongly at the writhing velvety walls. His tongue soon began to ache with his
efforts, but rather than slacken off, the slave became even more diligent and
sensuous in performing his obscene task.
Slave piglet soon had this woman too, approaching her orgasm. When he sensed
this, he made a supreme effort and thrust his aching tongue even more deeply up
the flowing, spasming hole that he worshipped. His submissive brain buzzed with
slavish delight when the tip of his wildly wriggling tongue encountered the
silky, firmly muscled ring of the woman's cervix. He tickled the dilated mouth
with the tip of his tongue until the standing female exploded in ecstasy and her
convulsing vagina surrendered copious quantities of her sex juices, almost
choking the slave as he worked tirelessly to draw out the climax for as long as
he could, for the dominating dyke's increased pleasure. After thirty seconds or
so the sexually exhausted woman thrust his mouth away from her swollen sex and
panted, "I think this slut deserves its reward." And lifted her left leg high
to bare the crinkled pout of her anus. "You may kiss my arse hole, slut! That
is your reward!" The cruel dyke cried with a laugh. Slave piglet's cheeks
blushed with shame. But never the less he dutifully slipped his woman juice
soaked face between the woman's bottom cheeks and tenderly kissed her spicy
rigid muscled rosebud as though it were the most beautiful thing on earth.
A hand soon dragged slave piglet around to his next task of service. This was
the dyke who had refused to have male tongue on her sex. She presented the
slave with her backside, leaning forward slightly so the slender cheeks split
widely to reveal the nestling ring between them. "You may tickle my arse hole
with the tip of your tongue while I wank myself off male harlot. But no dipping
it in the hole. Not only wont I tolerate male tongue on my cunt meat. I wont
even countenance male tongue reaming my arse hole. No male deserves even such
small pleasures!" The woman's fingers were soon busy in her hairy split,
delving around in the dripping meat, plunging deeply into the silky hole, and
vigorously massaging the spike of her strongly erect clitoris. While she worked
for her own pleasure slave piglet contented himself with teasing the pulsing
ring of her anus with the tip of his tongue. The woman soon came, and stood
back up quickly, not wanting a hated male mouth on her body for any longer than
was absolutely necessary.
And so it came to the leader of the group of dykes, the last of them slave
piglet was to service. By this time his jaws ached terribly, and his tongue
felt like it wanted to shrivel up and die. He had been using it constantly now
for almost an hour without let up. The final woman dragged his face around so
that it was poised an inch or so from her hairy sex. The slave gasped when he
saw that the dyke had a clitoris that was the size of a small penis, even larger
that the one his adored owner possessed.
"Suck my clit, whore!" The woman cried. "Suck on it as though your life
depends on it for, even if it doesn't, I can tell you that your putrid cock and
vile balls certainly do!" She continued, brandishing the evil looking knife she
had threatened slave piglet with earlier. The slave shuddered in terror as he
threw himself into his task with a fervour bordering on desperation. He had no
doubt in his own mind, although it lingered in the back of his head that his
Mistress would never allow these vile women to mutilate him, that the dyke would
be true to her threat, and cut off his penis and testicles if he didn't please
her. He engulfed the dyke's huge clitoris in his hot wet mouth until it crammed
the cavity almost full. Her rancid flavours enveloped all of his senses and
imbued him with such submissive and servile happiness that he forgot all about
his fears and began to suck it with avid single minded purpose. His tongue went
wild over the throbbing spike lashing at it like a tireless, velvet threshing
machine.
Slave piglet suckled the woman's clitoris until her hips began rolling, out of
control. It was all he could do to keep his lips glues to the base of the
pulsating stem while his tongue lapped and laved it with all the erotic
expertise the slave had built up during his time of submission. He tickled the
length of sex meat maddeningly, and then drew it to the back of his gulping
throat and used the highly trained muscles their to massage its tip wildly over
and over. The dyke's pleasure grew and grew until she was shrieking out loud
with the sheer intensity of her delight. It couldn't last, of course, and with
a yell of triumph, the woman climaxed. Her clitoris jerked and pulsated in
slave piglet's happy mouth as she came and came. Juices literally poured from
her sex font and dripped down onto the slave's bare chest. He suckled the
spasming clitoris for all he was worth while its owner orgasmed over and over.
Finally she thrust his face away, gasping for breath.
When the sexually exhausted woman finally regained control of her reeling senses
she panted, "You're right, sister. This male harlot certainly does have
potential as a cunt sucker. But even though it performed OK it could never take
the place of a female slut." The dykes continued to talk among themselves as
the pulled up their trousers and adjusted their clothes. While they were thus
engaged slave piglet wondered to himself that if they hated males so much why
did they try to dress as closely to the male example as possible.
When the woman were finished they looked down at the still kneeling slave. What
an obscene sight he made, his face covered with slowly drying female sex cream
that had caused his make-up to smear so badly that his face looked like that of
a child who had been playing with its mother's cosmetics. Two of the dykes
leant down and dragged the slave to his feet. They frog marched him over to a
vanity table and sat him before it. "We are going to fix you up so you look
like we like to have our whores and sluts look, harlot." The leader informed
him as one of her colleagues cleaned his face and chest of their accumulated
juices with a dampened paper towel. The women then re-applied the slave's
make-up, much to his embarrassment and shame. They painted his lips jet black
and brushed his face with pale white powder. His eyes were heavily decorated
with deep purple mascara and his lashes coated with black cosmetic. When they
had finished his face looked like that of a punk harlot, the type you see
walking the streets in lesbian neighbourhoods. Slave piglet was beside himself
with shame. What would Mistress Lotta think, he wondered to himself, when she
saw his face looking like this.
The gathered dykes sensed his concern but only laughed at it mocking the slave
as he dressed. "We wont take you back to our alcove, slut." The leader
declared when slave piglet had finished dressing. "So you can say your goodbyes
to us now." Slave piglet immediately dropped to his knees, head bowed in
submission, before the quartet of lesbians and cried, "Adored Mistresses! It
has been this slut's privilege to have been permitted to serve you. This harlot
worships the ground you walk on and is beside herself with joy and gratitude at
being afforded the unrivalled honour of being permitted to taste the wonderful
flavours of you luscious vaginas and succulent anuses. Your devoted harlot
thanks you from the depths of her soul revered Mistresses!" Piglet remained on
his knees until the lesbians had all left the bathroom. When the had gone he
rose to his feet and left himself. He glanced at the mirror and blushed beneath
his make-up at the punk look he now had, and hoped that his Mistress would not
be angry with him for it. On his way out he noticed that the period of service
he had provided the lesbians had lasted almost two hours.
Slave piglet rushed back to Mistress Lotta's alcove. She was seated alone,
Master Frederick already gone, and looked up at him with the beginning of a
smirk on her face as she inspected his face while he stood before her, head
bowed in deference to her presence. "It's different, little piglet." She
commented on his face, and added, "But I don't think we'll make it a habit."
"Sit down while I finish my drink. I've already settled the check, and I want
to get home so we can try out that new toy you got at Mistress Cassandra's
establishment." Slave piglet flushed with happiness at the thought of what joys
he would experience while serving his Mistress, and couldn't wait to get home.
