Zippers

PART 24

 

 

I immediately swallowed my pride, fixed my gaze on my Mistress and tried to think like the girl in the video had perhaps done. I tried to imagine that I was desperately horny. I knew that I had to ooze confidence and throw myself into it; it really was an �all or nothing� walk. I took a deep breath and then twisting on one foot, I slowly stepped my other leg forward. My bare skin was on full display from the very top of my thigh to the white plastic of my high heels. I was such a whore. I stepped down so that I would put one foot almost in front of the other; the height from my heels exaggerating the swing and forcing a sinuous, filthily debauched, writhing from my hips as I moved. �

 

I tried to keep it smoulderingly sexy and focussed on my Mistress. I kept my mouth slightly gaping and the shame of my busting cleavage pushed out crassly towards her. While I did this, my hands started to move on my body. I felt like the girl in the film now, a depraved �cum-slut�, and I knew I had to play the part as well as possible.

 

She was smiling at me as I glided across the room to her.

 

�Good� she nodded keenly �very good slut! Keep that going, and work those hands up to those tits! Show me how much you love them!�

 

I swallowed quickly, burying the urge to dissolve into tears one more time. I worked my hands up until I held handfuls of my own inflated breasts. By this time I was standing right in front of her. She giggled at my earnest display, I blushed intensely; I could never win with her.

 

�Good slut� she said as she stood up.

 

She stood just slightly taller than me, in spite of the height of my heels.

 

�One more thing before you hit the road�

 

She walked out, leaving me standing there. I had so feared having to go out again.

 

I heard her in the bedroom and then she walked into the kitchen. I heard the banging of pans and the tap running and then some quiet movement. I stood, alone, dressed like a prostitute, in my own living room. I tentatively tried to pull the jacket edges closer together, to try and cover myself a little more. It was totally futile; the jacket was too small for that. So I just stood there, nervously working my balance from shoe to shoe.

 

After several minutes Vivienne came back in. I could hear water boiling on the stove in the kitchen.

 

�You are going to be so hot tonight slut� she purred mischievously.

 

I dared not even turn round as I heard her walk up behind me. I felt the chain from my bag and then she spun me round to face her. She was looking straight into me, I had to look down. She took the chain again, this time from the front, and led me forwards.

 

�Go to the bedroom and sit at your table�

 

 

 

In no time, Vivienne had me watching in the mirror as she carefully, one by one, started to remove the studs from my ears. Each one was sore and I could see, as she placed each one on my dressing table, the specks of dried blood on the pins. I counted all six out of each ear as I sat there motionless, nervously watching her careful movements.

 

She went back to the kitchen and soon returned with one of my pans and a small bottle; clearly something that she had brought herself. She placed the pan down on the table and then reached into it. I could see her grinning as she pulled out the first, and largest, of my new matching earrings. My heart groaned, silently.

 

She just hummed a little to herself as she wiped the pin of the earring with some of her antiseptic and then moved towards my ear. I felt a sting from the alcohol and an aching as she pushed the metal through the young piercing; then she clipped the bar onto its fastening. I watched in misery as she returned her hand to the pan and the hideous ornament continued to hang from me.

 

Within a few seconds, she was hanging the �next size down� earring in the piercing above on the same ear. It was all I could do to sit still and tolerate the humiliation without reacting. I resisted protesting and I tried my hardest to not give in and give her the pleasure of seeing how I really felt. I watched helplessly as she gradually set all the earrings in place. To my horror, I saw the brazen tart, my perfect �slut alter-ego� starting to emerge in the mirror. The nightmare concept-woman that I had always despised but had only fully conceived of and crystallised that day at the caf�, was now coming into fruition.

 

When she had finished, to �rub my face in it�, she made me make some of my �slut faces� into the mirror. She made me turn my head to the sides as I did them, to show off my new earrings. She had me licking the air in front of me, �wishing for some cock� as she put it, deliberately rocking my head a little to make the obscene amount of gold dangle and sway in my ears. She told me to push my breasts out more. I felt a crushing wave of panic envelope me as she returned from the kitchen with another yoghurt. She made me practice my �party trick� with my earrings and newly inflated breasts. With her eyes fixed on me, every second of it was torture.

 

I tried my best to put on a good show for her. As she laughed and taunted me, calling me her �ultimate whore� and a �desperate cum slut�, all I wanted to do was to crawl under my bed-sheets, hide and grasp one of my teddies. I wanted to wish myself away; to another place or another time.

 

My fear only continued to rise when she handed me a bottle of lubricant and told me to make sure I was fit to deliver �pussy services�. In abject humiliation, as she watched me, I hitched up my skirt and rubbed a generous amount of the warm, oily liquid onto my folds and deep into myself. I tried my best not to be churlish as I did it. God knows I had never been sunk to such depths before!

 

�Your assignment will test your sluttish abilities today Anita� Vivienne finally spoke.

 

Her tone was neutral and instructive and on this occasion, that worried me. If she was going to merely expose me, as I was, I�m sure she would have been a lot less pleasant with me; she would have taunted me.

 

�You are going to do your first �double� today�

 

I looked at her in the mirror.

 

�You are going to get a man off, twice; once with your mouth and once with your cunt�

 

I saw her smile at the pleading expression that took to my face.

 

�It�s an excellent way of testing your technique. A man will come practically immediately when confronted by such a sexy slut as you. Make no mistake slave, you look like you have come straight out of a man�s wank-fantasy�

 

I blushed.

 

�But the second come is more difficult as he has just been spent. It will be a measure of your technique and skills. It will test your ability to please him, to excite him�

 

I wanted to cry

 

�If you fail to get him off twice in, oooooh�.say��twenty-five minutes, then there will be a punishment session waiting for you when you get back, a�.lengthy one�.Its just as simple as that slut�

 

I felt like I was going to pass out.

 

�Now don�t fret� she laughed, reaching out to me and holding my cheek �you can do that, Anita, believe me when I tell you this; but you�ll have to use your sluttish wiles. You�ll have to use all the things you�ve learnt today, your face, your walk, your party trick, your dance moves as you slide up and down him, anything you like�

 

She was smiling and stroking me, almost fondly, like she wanted me to succeed.

 

�I don�t care. Just make sure he gets off twice�

 

Her smile faded.

 

�I�m making it easy as well; he�s already a client of yours�