L---- was sick of this slave. So much energy wasted on her. And L---- had a very low tolerance for stupid women, having the analytical mind of a man herself. Days of observing Lisa stumble around in her high heeled boots. Dropping their shared garments carelessly. When the Dom watched them, she didn't even bother reaching into the bureau drawer for the special things their Dom had purchased for them to use on each other. She would simply sprawl on the bed, pushing the other two collared sluts aside, pull down her panties (which she wasn’t supposed to be wearing,) and slide her fingers into herself. L---- and E-----had their minds molded by their Dom to understand whipping and torture; the cruel and the beautiful, the exotic and fantastical: but chiefly they both knew one look from their Dom commanded obedience over his sluts.
L----looked over at E-----and got off the bed. The Dom was in another room with his work. E-----nodded at L---- , watching her put on her strap-on then approach the bed and hover over Lisa, thrusting the dildo into Lisa’s writhing body, again and again, violating her and making her scream and moan. Lisa was normally loud, but never this loud.
"Ah... ah... aaaahhhh! Oh, God!" Something within Lisa broke and she cried out, her body arching, moaning loudly, crying out, almost screaming.
"Oohhhhhh....
"Goddddddd...
"L----!"
This was not the usual subtle play of L---- and E-----. L---- was intent on destruction and removal. She continued raping Lisa with the glistening dildo, thrusting in and out, letting it brush Lisa’s hardened clit. She leaned down and bit her nipples, wanting to hurt her, but for Lisa, behind her closed eyes, she was picturing the Dom doing these things to her: dominating her and mastering her over time and finally fulfilling her role as his slave. His true slave.
It had been decided for her. She was incapable of being a true cum slut. L---- slammed her hand over Lisa’s mouth, to stifle the moans. Lisa was a creature to be used and abused at will. She knew she could make Lisa react in precisely the way she had wanted. Hadn’t she been a slave to a Dom for years and done the same herself? Lisa started panting, then grunting. A shadow passed in front of the door, and L---- was soon aware her Dom was standing there, watching her. She sank back to her side of the bed, the dripping dildo still hanging off her own cunt, the leather straps cutting into her hips.
L----had a horrified look on her face. "Please," she whispered. "I didn't mean to..." What was there to explain? She was... enjoying herself, that was all. Plenty of women did that. But she was not a normal woman. She was a cum slut, obedient to her Dom. He turned and left the doorway, saying nothing, but not before staring hard into L----‘s eyes. Yet, he remained silent.
After the Dom left for work the next day, L----and E-----were doing their chores, and they made up their mind. They would deal with their punishment later. They called the number on the lawyer’s card and reported a discontinuance of slave Lisa in the home.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, not at all." Our Dom asked us to call and have Lisa picked up and removed. He felt she might be better suited for slave parties, rather than a home setting.
"Yes, our firm organizes the local Slaves and Slavers Society. We are having a gathering this Saturday, and we could pick up Lisa and hold her until then. I remember some of the problems your Dom was having with the slave, and perhaps she would be happier being around other slaves. I know my two will be there.”
The door to the living room opened and Lisa walked in, wearing just the underwear she had been delivered in, looking sleepy and worn from rough sex.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"No one," L----said. "No one important."
"Did you say I was going somewhere?"
"Just to see some people we know."
"But..." Lisa looked confused, as well she might. The Dom had not allowed her out without his permission, nor had he introduced her to anyone, apart from the sluts, of course. And now they were going out.
"Enough!" L----snapped, and Lisa fell obediently silent, her head down. "The taxi's here."
The lawyer had, as promised, arranged everything. The taxi was there on time and drove off without needing to ask where they were going. The driver was a woman and didn't pay any attention to the two beautiful women, or what they were wearing. Lisa was silent during the ride. A rarity. L----- drew attention in whatever she was wearing. Her Dom had bought her unique clothes not long after first acquiring her. Things that heightened her beauty and she could wear if she ever did need to go out. Her cleavage was always on display. L----‘s eyes sparkled and her mouth curled at her deviousness.
Lisa looked shocked and upset. Whenever she saw L---- looking at her, she turned away. Her eyes were red, as if she wanted to cry. The building was inconspicuous. A small door down a dark alley several streets away from the main road. Lisa would have been worried, but she saw a smartly dressed woman waiting just outside the doorway.
"What is this place?" Lisa asked, sounding very frightened.
L----didn't answer. She just walked forward and approached the woman, handing the paperwork. Lisa hesitated on the threshold of the building, looking up. There were no windows, no noises to be heard, nothing.
"What is this place?" she asked again.
L---- grabbed Lisa roughly by the roots of her hair and pulled her inside. Lisa had no choice but to follow her in and up the stairs, stumbling and bumping against the walls.
"What is this place?"
God. Didn’t she ever give it a break?
Lisa was shaking. Tears cropped up in her eyes. "What is going to happen to me here?"
"Nothing," L----hissed. "Nothing you don't want to happen."
Lisa breathed out in relief and stepped forward. She paused at the second door, deciding whether to knock or simply open it. She did nothing for a while, still thinking, until she finally simply pushed the door open. Her heart was pounding faster. What if this was all some mistake? What if this was a joke? She shouldn't be here. She didn't belong here. She'd never been involved in this fetish community. She had become a slave, had sex with women, play acting and indulging in bondage and role play. She wanted to scream. Who was the Mistress here? The Dom?
"Follow me, slave girl," a voice spoke from the darkness. The two of them headed through the door and into a new world.
That night, the Dom returned home to see his sluts packing. L----was smiling and biting her lower lip and generally doing everything she could to look coy and innocent. E-----kept her gaze down, focused on the packing, well learned in submissive posturing.
“Where is Lisa?,” he asked.
“Oh. There was some problem in her contract, and they came and retrieved her today,” L----reported. It was just as well, he thought. He was weary of the constant reminders and instructions necessary with that slut. Besides which, L---- was wearing a new costume that seemed a mass of leather straps and a half push-up bra that left her tits entirely bare. Her cunt was also bare and completely shaven. Dark stockings ran up to her mid thigh, supported by a garter belt that seemed tied in some way to the leather straps that ran around her taut midriff. High black boots came up to her mid shin with incredibly high heels. Unlike Lisa, L----seemed able to walk in them without any problem. Her lips were very red and her large eyes gleamed.
E---- continued to carefully pack the supplies for their trip to the Cape house: whips, blindfolds, gags, all in a very specific ordering, and all in their own pouches. Upon arrival, it would be her job to make sure everything was laid out properly and on display, to meet her Dom’s needs. She had to anticipate what those needs might be, and she was very good in the preparation for the trip. He need not worry.
Music was faintly audible. The condo finally seemed quieter. More at peace. Both women kneeled down in front of him and said, “What do you wish of us, Dom? He fingered their hair, mingling the locks, and pushed their faces into his covered cock. “Kiss the cock, my sluts. Later my greatest arousal will be seeing you in bed, thrusting and fighting between yourself for the privilege of having my cock. Let’s leave for the beach house and prepare for my pleasure. "
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