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Mardi Gras Reflections Complications Chapter 4 I continued to stand there as Mistress reflected back on the person that was now living in my old house. It seems him and Charlene where still together but what Mistress said next floored even me. "Yes, she is going to be having Karl's Bitch tattooed on her body. He is marrying her, and I approve. She has needed a strong hand for a number of years now and it seems she is truly happy for the first time in a number of years." "I've also put Charlene completely in Karl's care. No more being able to control her through her belt dear. I've arranged to have your Computer shipped here with us but will be helping him set up his own little programs and routines as we have here dear. Almost everything else in your office has been shipped to us so that is the last bit of your stuff in there? Are you ok dear?" Mistress asked. "He has asked if you can be sent down two weeks early. You are going down there to help Charlene with the wedding. You will be her maid of honor. And help her get dressed in her wedding dress. It will be similar to yours with a notable exception." And I recalled my own wedding dress. But that was after the last time I was here in New Orleans. "Karl has also been telling some of his friends from work and around town about you. He wants you to be the entertainment at his bachelor party. I hear it should be quite a party; there shouldn't be more then forty of fifty people. Have you packed the bags like I instructed you earlier girl?" Mistress asked. All I could do was nod as I continued to relive my life and the horrors of that woman who at first was so evil. Charlene's Description She had six rings going up each of her ears, a left eyebrow ring, a stud on the left side of her nose. She also had a septum piercing from which a tiny bell hung like a miniature cowbell, as well as three studs that adorned her tongue a labret through the middle of her bottom lip and four rings in each of both lips. Two rings where on top and two on the bottom in the middle of each of her lips. I remember Mistress making her lock those rings closed for a week because she had had one of her fits. Later Mistress had added a voice recognition program to the computer and anything the computer recognized as speech caused it to send out a heavy shock that would have Charlene rolling on the floor in total agony. Charlene soon learned that when she was denied speech, she didn't speak. The Tattoo's where another thing. Mistress demanded she keep her head shaved bald as a queue ball to show off the work done on her head. It showed a large breasted girl with her knees spread wide open, her arms outstretched towards someone. Below her legs in clear detail was the expression "cum drinking bitch", and would face you right side up when she gave blowjobs, which Mistress had her do often. Her face also had had some cosmetic tattoos done to her face, however, where mine had been to make me look better, hers was not. Her lips where designed to make her look like a complete whore. Her lips had been done in bright red, her cheeks in heavy blush, a lively emerald eye shadow, and about a quarter inch below her left eye was a half moon and star. And all that was only on her face. Her body had had a navel ring. Her pussy had three rings in each lip, her clit was pierced and a lock attached to a bar, and surprisingly, even her asshole had been pierced in two places. Before it had been done I didn't even know you could do that and was only grateful Mistress hadn't decided to do that to me. Now, with all that pierced, Charlene was mad to suffer internal torment. Mistress had Charlene in a chastity belt similar to my new belt, but mine could still be removed, hers could not. Inserted through each ring of Charlene's pussy was a metal bar, the bottom portion of which was a ball to large in size to slip through the rings. Threaded up through the rings where the hole in the top was locked to her clit. Unlike mine where the lock was invisible under the front shield, hers poked through a tiny slit in the front of the belt. It was a special custom lock designed so that the U part was bent over onto its side above the locking portion so that it would rest flat against the front shield through the horizontal grove. Getting all that lined up and locked in place had taken Karl over two hours. The lock through the bar and through her clit was as to taunt as two pair of forceps could make it. And the wires soldered to the loop of the U on the lock through which the electrical current went through to zap her clit had been a real difficult task to accomplish. Mistress sent a very low current through those wires twenty-four hours a day insuring she was constantly horny, and constantly unable to do a thing about it. He'd worked to insure that even after the front shield was locked on the lock's U shaped portion was constantly pulling on her clit, and bar, which in itself was pulling on her pussy rings. Just touching the little padlock on the outside of her belt sent her into fits. And I had watched as first. The only key to that belt was dropped into a glass of acid and dissolved and second, Karl had first dropped an epoxy into the keyhole sealing it closed forever, but had closed up the keyhole by soldering as well. The rings piercing her asshole where just as permanently fixed within her as well. They where the most ingeniously cruel form of punishment I could think of. Mistress had cruelly trained Charlene's ass to accept the largest butt plug I'd ever seen in my life. That monster looked like it must have been a good nine inches long and if it wasn't at lest five inches wide then I wasn't Mistresses sissy slut, and I was. With it out, her asshole gaped open a good two inches wide, it would no longer close any tighter, her ass was ruined for life. The rings that pierced her sphincter ring where permanently welded closed, and wire's soldered to them disappearing under the main ass shield. Mistress had her ass stuffed with a butt plug all the time except for twice a day for half an hour when she was allowed to go to the bathroom. The rest of the twenty-three hours of the day she was crammed full of ass reaming rubber. To make matters worse, a constant off and on surge of current was sent to her asshole causing the muscles there to clamp and release, clamp and release, milking the hard rubber plug inside her. Just thinking of that made me shudder. I liked the feeling of Mistress's strap-on sliding in and out of my ass, being fucked by her large black dildo, too much to want to be punished like that and never feel Mistress behind me reaming out her little girl's ass. Poor Charlene also had a spider web designed shield over the top half of each of her tits with the bottom half solid metal. The half-cup bra was held onto her by a piercing through her nipples, one to the other. There was a chain going around her back, coming out of the sides of the bra edges where the chain had been sealed closed as well as two chains going over the tops of her shoulders. Her first nipple piercings were a traditional horizontal one. Her left nipple had again been pierced once past the breast cup opening for it, a vertically ring piercing was sealed with a chain dangling from it as mentioned. The chain was fed though a small thimble sized nipple cover over which was soldered to the top of the web breast shield. The chain ran through the back of another thimble, also soldered to the other breast web shield, and to a ring piercing her right nipple vertically. There was no way the rings could be removed without removing the nipple thimble shields. And she couldn't do that without melting her nipple off. The rings within there nipple shields had a bit of space to move. And by pulling on the chain that dangled and swayed from the inside of the thimble shields could pull her nipples painfully. And those where just the piercings on her body. The metal mesh design of the upper portion of her metal bra allowed a majority of her skin to be seen and where possible in each gap I the web, a tiny black widow spider had been tattooed in that section. Below the breast shields was a banner like design just below where the nipple chain hung that said in calligraphic writing there was "Pull my tits for a fuck". In the same style going from the left tit to the right with a slight dip in the middle was the words "Cum Drinking Slave Slut Whore Cunt" Done the front and back left leg, covering it completely and disappearing under the leg opening of the chastity belt at ass and crotch down to the knee was an artistic bunch of flowers that where every color imaginable with one exception. The exception in an absolute contrast to all that profuse color was the word "whore" in big block letters on the front, and "slut" in even bigger block letters. They both started and ended at the same point in and up and down pattern. Example: W S H L O U R T E Starting at the tip of her toes on her right foot crawling all the way up her leg to mid calf where bright red flames, not an inch of flesh up to mid calf was un-inked. Even the spaces between her toes had been colored. Within those flames was a huge amount of male and female nude bodies engaged in an orgy of biblical proportions. Every conceivable sexual act was done up in minute detail in those flames. At the top of the flames, bodies dancing in them where the representation of two ancient cities. Spelled out in flames on the front was the word "Sodom" and in the back was "Gamora" the names of the two towns destroyed by god. Across the top of her shoulders along her back, over the chain of her metal bra, in large Greek font style letters was spelled out "Submissive" and below the chain and top words was "Slut" in six inch high letters. Starting at the base of the first S in submissive was the handle of a long bullwhip. The tail of the whip wove in and out of the letters of the top word and then curled around the T of the second word towards the S and ended near the handle of the bullwhip. Tattooed just above the chastity belt line on her back was "Fuck this Bitches ass Hard" and in front was a picture of a black cat's face with a padlock around its neck and on the padlock was "permanently locked cunt." Across her neck repeated twice as "Punish Me Hard" with barbed wire though out the words. Along the topside of her fingers, as you balled your fist up and showed it as if presenting it on the left hand, one letter per finger was spelled "Slut", and on the other hand was the word "Cunt". On the back of the hand, before the fingers started in clear detail on the left hand was a profile of Charlene, before she lost all the hair, giving some strange cock a blowjob, and there was a small trickle of cum leaking out of the side of her mouth. And on the back of the opposite right hand was, again Charlene, on all fours with some male body with the head cut off getting fucked doggie style. On her upper arm on the top facing outwards was a large cock, it was standing up with the cock pointing towards the sky. The head ended just below her shoulder before curling up and onto the top of the shoulder. There were also white cum coating the head of it, with a couple of white splotches of cum on top of the shoulder. The shaft extended down almost to the elbow where it ended in a large set of hair balls with the caption "Cock Hungry Bitch". And those where the only tattoos Mistress had told me Bitch had on here. Now I would never be rude like that. This sissy had been trained to always be polite but that is what she insisted Charlene call herself and anyone else that knew or used her regularly. She'd been trained to respond to that as her name and it was. So she was Bitch. She was also completely submissive now. She had been completely broken down...she had absolutely no pride anymore, she was no longer snooty or snotty, and had been humiliated beyond all belief. Why had my Mistress taken this and done this to Bitch? Well...here is the reason. And I'm not so sure you will agree if it was right or not but... Charlene's first Mistake I had been wearing the deep throat gag every night for the last three weeks as well. That latex cock on that gag could reach a full ten inches. At first I had gagged like I thought I would but I'd had to suppress that reflex or suffer something unpleasant. And I didn't want to do that. Several times during those weeks Mistress had hustled me into the bedroom. I had taken a strap-on and big black dildo, and attached them to the foot of the bed. I had been ordered to leave it there for when Mistress felt like giving one of her 'friends' a blowjob. I would mince quickly into the bedroom. Mistress had forbidden me to run. She said it was very un-lady like. I would fall to my knees, the proper position for such a cock sucking whore and would begin licking the head of the cock, I had to lick the head and all up and down the shaft for five minutes. This action was always timed by my Mistress to ensure I didn't stop too soon; she wanted to make sure I became proficient at foreplay, before she would let me go down on her 'friends'. I was always so eager for the licking to end so I could experience the next part. I would get it all nice and wet before taking it into my mouth. As soon as I had the head of the huge black dildo in my mouth, the belt would activate. I would feel it begin to suck and milk my cock, just like my mouth was doing to the strap-on. Slowly the tingles from the shockers would start up and cause my cock in its belt to stiffen and try to grow. It was exquisite agony to be sexual frustrated, teased and denied. I was always denied release like this cause Mistress could tell somehow how close I was to coming and would always shock my clit with a jolt of electricity. Mistress demanded I moan out my frustrated lust. She had told me that a good slut should squeal at orgasm. And she was training me to pant and whine, moan and practically scream out when I was fucked, by Mistress or one of her toys. I was never allowed to touch the cock in my mouth with my hands. Just my lips, mouth, and tongue. Then I would proceed to make love to this rubber cock, following all of the directions of Mistress to pleasure it. It was embarrassing sucking the thing, but after trying to refuse once I became an avid cock- sucking worshipper, the pain from that experience was fresh in my mind, especially considering how sensitive my pierced 'clit' hood was now. After a while I came to enjoy sucking on the cock. Thinking about sucking that cock, and what it meant to my own entrapped clit started to blur a bit together. I had even been caught once by Mistress kneeling at the foot of the bed sucking on the dildo one day when I was feeling especially horny. She had punished me for presuming to 'pleasure' her cock without her permission. My lips where still just a hair tender from the collagen that had been injected into them to give me that super pouting super cock sucker look Mistress wanted me to have. And the tattooing was doing fine. Karl had been by every Saturday to check the tattoos and piercings. He cleaned and swabs the tattoo's on my ass and poured a cleaning and healing solution on my prince-Albert, and did the same to my nipples, he checked the tongue barbell also, and made me gargle with salt water to help clean and heal the piercing. And I have to admit that I looked pretty darn hot. Even if it was/wasn't against my will. I'd allowed Mistress to take complete control of me but some of the things she'd made me do I wasn't wild over until after I'd gotten used to them. Once that happened I loved ever bit of it. Mistress had also decided that my breasts at a full D-cup where large enough for her tastes. And now that most of the swelling had gone down, I truly enjoyed flouncing around for Mistress to see in all my pretty bras, or even naked a lot of the time she wanted to see my new breasts. I was truly in love with Mistress for making me get larger breasts to make her happy. They where still just a tiny bit sensitive and then the pierced nipples on top of that didn't help. But I did love the nipple jewelry. It made me look even hotter and sexier then if I had just had the breasts alone. I shouldn't be admiring myself in the mirror like this. Mistress liked me to fuss over my looks, but I was still a vain slut and I liked looking in the mirror too much. I should be getting ready for my date tonight with Karl. Mistress had allowed him to take me out every Saturday in partial thanks for doing the work on me he had. So, every night, I dressed up as Mistress had ordered according to Karl's desires. Today Mistress had chosen my cloths for me the previous night. I checked to insure my attire was as Mistress had ordered. I wasn't wearing any panties, not that I needed them with the chastity belt keeping everything all snug and secure. I was wearing a lacey, pink satin garter-belt attached to my white, sheer silk stockings. I had on a micro-mini skirt, made of black leather that exposed quite a bit of the garter and stocking tops and would also not cover the very bottom of my belt from public view. The white blouse I wore was so clear you could easily see through it to the matching pink bra I was wearing... The only reason you could wear it in public was cause right over the breasts where two solid, silk pockets. I was wearing shoes that matched my pink garter-belt in color with little bows on the back of them. Strung over my shoulder was the cold shoulder strap to very small black handbag. Inside was a tube of lipstick, my driver's license with my new identity name, Suzette Sucksalot, on it, and twenty dollars. That was all. I was ready to go at five o'clock sharp and I was ready. My face was made up and after all the practice I'd had I realized I had over done it. Not without orders to though. Mistress wanted me to be a bit 'sluty' for this evening, as she'd put it. But I'd learned one thing, that was when Mistress gave an order you obeyed or else. I sat in the living room waiting when I heard the doorbell ring. The hearing device was plugged into the back of the collar and concealed in my hair leading into my left ear so if Mistress wished she could ask questions, make comments, or give orders. For a moment I heard conversation outside, it grew a bit louder, then subsided again quickly though. "Your sweetheart is here to see you dear. Do be a good girl and greet him", Mistress Claire said after a bit. "Yes Mistress", and rose to go answer the door. As I opened the door I was shocked. There was Karl yes, but he was dressed up in a Tuxedo? What was going on? Then I saw behind him a long, black, stretch limousine and felt my jaw drop. It had been embarrassing enough dating what Mistress called 'my man'. But I had to admit I hadn't expected this. Karl was a bit less then G.Q. to be going out like this, his shaved head with a piercing or two, just didn't completely mesh. So I was a bit curious and suspicious about this, not that I had any say in it mind. I also noticed a box lying on the ground besides him and I started to worry about what else was in store for tonight. "Hello baby, damn you look good enough to eat. Or should I say for you to eat me?" he laughed. "Greetings Master Karl, I hope you like" and slowly twirled there in the doorway and turned looking for his approval with a soft smile on my face. Sorry but I said I was a vain woman that liked approval. "You look terrific. For a male slut" I'm afraid I pouted, just a bit, and very boldly stuck my tongue, with stud, out at him. He grinned and said, "Be sure you want to stick that tongue out. You keep that up, I'll be doubly sure to use it tonight." I understand his statement completely, but still smiled at him seductively as I'd been learning to do and felt a small thrill as he smiled back. He stepped up closer to me, wrapped his arms around me, placed his hands on my ass, pulled me into a tight embrace, forcing my crotch to rub against his, and kissed me. I was a bit shocked but when he started to French kiss me I felt butterflies in my stomach and could feel my clit trying to harden in unexpected arousal. Mistress had agreed with Karl three weeks ago to forego the hormones, as I would not need as high a dosage now that I looked completely female. As he stepped back I felt a slow flush creep up my neck and cheeks. "Your pretty when you blush slut, you should do it more often, and I think, tonight, you will" he said again ominously. "Master?" "No, you'll find out soon enough," and with that he stepped back from the embrace. He gestured me back into the house for a moment and bent to pick up the box. He sat me down on the couch and set the box close. "Take off your blouse for me, there is something I need to give you, Mistress wants it put on you before you leave the house tonight." Karl said. I removed my blouse and my breasts in their pink lace bra were completely revealed. "Bra too Suz" Karl said. I blushed as I took off the bra, he'd seen my breasts ass and my little sissy clit every weekend for three weekends now so it wasn't so bad, but it was still embarrassing being completely naked before this man, or for that matter, any man. As the bra came off the little locks swung down and I winced. I was still a bit sore and sensitive with the nipple's healing up slowly. "The keys sweetie?" Karl asked. "They are in the bedroom in the nightstand Master Karl." I answered. He smiled and patted me on the knee before getting up and moving into the bedroom. I was curious to know what was going to happen but I didn't move, I'd find out soon enough and wasn't in the mood to test things right now. He returned with the keys to the nipple locks and proceeded to unlock them. I was surprised, this was the first time they had been unlocked. I was thinking they would be locked on for a lot longer then three weeks. He slid them out of the holes in the nipples. I gritted my teeth as the metal hasps of the locks moving through the flesh of my tits. He inspected the holes once the locks where removed and smiled at me and pronounced that the piercings here healing up nicely, if a bit slow. He said that inside of two more months they would be perfectly healed, but he had something to add at Mistress Claire's orders. He leaned over and picked up the box and placed it in his lap. Grabbing the lid he pulled it up and revealed what was in it. I was shocked, scared and excited all at the same time. From the look on my face Karl must have figured I was excited because he said "You like?" "Oh yes. It looks beautiful Master Karl, I can't wait to try it on, but I am a bit scared" "Well, from what Mistress has said, and she hasn't' told me everything, I think you should be both of those slut" he laughed, but not harshly, but like he's just told a joke. "Yes Master Karl" was all I could think to say and waited to place it on me. "Raise up your arms." He said. I did and he slipped the chastity bra down my arms. As it moved down my arms and over my breasts he used his large warm hands to position my tits into the cups. I could feel the rubber inner lining of the chastity bra and the small little nodules all around the cup of the bra pressing into my flesh. It felt kind of strange and yet strangely pleasant at the same time. The metal of bra was pretty thin, compared to that on my chastity belt, which I was glad of. It would not show so much in bras and things as compared to the belt. It would not mare my very elegant feminine figure, which Mistress and I where very happy with. I had found I liked showing off my figure when I was allowed out. Mistress teased me unmercifully that I was a cock teasing tart. I'd always just laughed knowing it was true. Finally I felt my nipples sticking out of two small holes in the front of the metal bra I hadn't noticed before. I had been wondering how the locks where going to be placed back on my nipples tonight, and for the foreseeable future. Now I knew as he first closed the bra on me by feeding one end into the other like a seat belt behind me. With a decidedly ominous click I heard the tongue click into the lock on back. Reaching to the coffee table where he had placed the locks he picked on up. "Claire? Before I put the locks on her nips, test it to see if it all works, I don't want to have to unlock her nipples before undoing the bra." "Ok Karl, sounds like a good idea to me" Mistress said over the speakers in the den where Karl and I where sitting. The bra must have been working fine because the first thing I felt was a sharp shooting pain in my right nipple, followed by a pain in the left. I reached up to cup my breasts as the pain hit me. The pain caused me to gasp out loud and I could hear Mistress over the speakers. "Well the nipples work, what about this?" That's when my left boob lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ouch! That hurt Mistress!" I was trying to get the mean thing off my chest now, not liking the bra nearly as much as I had when I first saw it. And then the right boob did the say. I was clenching my teeth to keep from crying. I knew that it would ruin the mascara I had put on my eyelashes and both Master Karl, and Mistress Claire would be upset if I had to fix my face again. "Ok, that seems to work Claire", try the other. I worried at what was to come next, so I tensed myself up waiting for more pain, but this wasn't pain, this was pleasant. The little nodules in the bra started pressing against my tit flesh. It was actually rather pleasant. I liked it a lot. It felt like a lot of little fingers caressing my tits, it was also starting to get me a little bit excited. That's when I felt a ring pressing around each of my nipples. It was squeezing all around each nipple and at first it felt quit nice. A mild pressure that increased then decreased, like fingers alternatively pinching and releasing. That's when the pressure shot up considerably, they grabbed my nipples and it hurt! I'd always hated nipple clamps but this was worse, it felt like there was a line of fine string cutting into the base of my nipples. I was afraid that any more pressure would cut them off flat at the base. "Mistress! Please...that hurts, please stop, please?" I begged and I'm afraid I did start to cry this time. And Mistress laughed over the speakers. But the pressure did ease up, finally. "Ok Karl, it all apparently works, you can put the locks back on" "You got it Claire," and he proceeded to do just that, pulling my nipples out a pit from a small hole of their new prison he locked the tiny padlocks back through the holes of my nipples. Now if I wanted this new addition off my breasts I'd have to unlock the padlocks, and get the lock on the bra to undo, somehow, not that I ever would in all likelihood. "Ok girly, time to go. Go clean up your face and put on your blouse, we're going out on the town tonight" Karl said. "Yes Sir," I said a bit excited, despite what I was now wearing in addition to my belt. I grabbed up my more normal pink bra and blouse, I went to the bed bathroom, as I did so I heard the locks clicking and clacking against the metal casing of my new tit prison and sighed. I cleaned up my face as quickly as I could, and was buttoning up my blouse as I entered the entry way to my house to find Karl was waiting for me. "Ok, now you look absolutely gorgeous, but there is one thing missing I think." Karl said with a grin and reaching into the coat pocket of his tuxedo he pulled out this really pretty silver tangle of chain jewelry. I thought at first he was giving me a necklace and my eyes lit up in pleasure at such a pretty present from him. "Tha...", I started to say. "Quiet, hush" he said as he began to untangle what turned out to be a leash, a very pretty silver leash, but a leash none the less as he clipped it to the front of my silver collar. "Let's go dear", he said as he turned to walk back towards the limousine, tugging once on the leash firmly. The Driver stepped out of the vehicle and moved towards the back door. It was only a momentary hesitation as he saw me dressed up like a slut and being lead on a leash, but I caught it out of the corner of my eye. With my head down in proper heeling position behind Karl and on his left, I'd seen him pause. Karl stepped aside and I heard him say "'Ladies' First, in you go dear" "Thank you Master" I said as I'd been trained. I heard the limousine driver soft gasp of astonishment as I climbed into the back seat of the vehicle. Karl climbed into the back seat with me. I saw the limo driver get into the front of the car and Karl reached over and rolled the partition window down. "To the Tower of America's and take your time, we're in no rush." "Yes Sir". As we where pulling out from in front of my house I happened to look up and see a vehicle parked on the side with a lady in it, I saw something black and metallic she was holding as well. I didn't know what it was as she lowered it very quickly. I thought as we went by that she looked somewhat familiar and so did the car, as I was turning to look back over my shoulder though Karl surprised me again by leaning over to kiss me. I could feel his hand resting on my leg. It started to creep up my stocking clad leg to caress my garters as a low flush started my face heating up as his hand resting there. He turned to smile at me and I could see his other hand moving towards his pants. My breath caught in my throat as he started to unzip his pants. My mind went blank as he pulled out his hard cock. I couldn't believe I was in this situation. "Ok, baby, time for you to suck some real cock", Karl said as his hand reached up to grip the back of my head and tangle in my hair, gripping it tight he pull me down towards it "Open up baby" Karl said. I panicked at how loud he was speaking. I stole a glance towards the privacy window between us and the driver to make sure it was up. My face broke into a blush knowing it was completely down and the driver had a clear view of what was being done, and could easily be heard. I felt the head of Karl's cock brushing my lips and having no choice I parted my lips and felt the head pushing past them in to my mouth. All my training must have taken over because the next thing I knew I was sucking on it like a pro. I could tell I was pleasing Karl from his moans and groans. And I started to moan in lust myself. I could tell, from the moment I had his cocks buried completely down my throat, swallowing his entire length that I was hooked on cock for life. The feeling of a real cock sliding down my throat, the smell of it, the taste on my tongue, it was so much better then a fake one. I was now a confirmed cock-loving whore. I slurped on his cock. I licked the head of it with my tongue when it wasn't shoved completely down my throat. And when I was, I swallowed using throat muscles to undulate, and milk it. Karl spent long minute's balls deep in my mouth. I was deep throating him for all I was worth. He was gagging me with his cock. Cutting off my air supply completely. I didn't care; I wanted more, and more. Mistress had trained me to accept a cock completely down my throat for minutes. I couldn't count the number of times Mistress had kept her rubber cock toys down my throat until l I'd passed out and feared I'd never wake up from one of those. I used my new tongue stud to great effect, rubbing it along his shaft and the head of his shaft rubbing it around and around as I'd been taught to. "Good slut, that's a way to please my friends", I heard mistress say into the earpiece. "Good little girl, sucking that cock deep into your throat, I'm proud of you baby" I could feel my heart swell with happiness cause mistress Claire was happy with my performance. I pushed myself to make her as well as Karl even more proud of me. I used every trick I had learned of mistress's training. Pushing my tongue into the little slit at the top of Karl's cock, running it along the shaft when he shoved it down my gullet. Milking his cock with my throat when he was all the way in my mouth. I could taste saltiness on my tongue of him after a while. And knew that was his pre-cum. I couldn't wait to swallow his load. I danced the tongue stud under and around his shaft, sucking on his rod with gusto. I could feel the chastity belt start sucking on my large clit, imitating what I was doing to Karl. I was so excited about sucking on Karl's pole I didn't even notice it at first. But when I did it was heavenly. Here I was sucking on a cock as I'd been trained like a slut to do, feeling my own clit being played with, and I loved it...moaning like a banshee I felt Karl shove his cock forcefully down my throat and hold himself there. His hands shoving my head down his cock. My nose was plastered to his stomach, buried in his crotch hair. I could feel his nuts tighten up against my chin where they where resting, and then it hit me. Hot jism hitting my throat, cuming into my body. It was swallow or drown; I swallowed. I could feel his spunk oozing down my throat, it tickled a little but it was a pleasant feeling. He started to pull back as another blast spurted from the tip of his cock. It hit my tonsils and clung to them before sliding down as I swallowed again. He pulls his cock out till only the tip was still in my mouth. That's when he filled my mouth with his jism. I had a mouthful of spunk and loved it. I rolled it round in my mouth, savoring the taste when he squirted more into my mouth. I swallowed that load as well. I noticed my breasts where being played with and my nipples where being squeezed pleasantly. My nipples where rock hard and I was horny as shit. Finally he pulled his cock from my lips. I stared at the head of it as a wad of cum shot out hitting me face. Dribbling down my cheek and across my painted lips. I watched in fascination as his cock twitched. A last small spurt hit me over the bridge of my nose and trickled down either side. It tickled as it hit my upper lip. My tongue darted out to like it up as I savored the taste of Karl's cock cream. Finally his cock stopped twitching and I was allowed to clean up my face, again, having to re-fix my make up just a bit. Karl pulled me back up on to the seat in the back of the limo as we where pulling in to the parking lot of the Tower of America's, the highest building in San Antonio with the revolving restaurant on top of it. The limo pulled right up to the front walk and stopped. The driver got out and opened the driver side door so that I could step out. As I did I felt a slow flush creep up my face as the limo driver smiled knowingly at me. He smirked as he reached inside his coat pocket and handed me a kerchief, then mimed wiping something off of his cheek. I wiped my cheek and felt a wetness there I had failed to get and blushed even more knowing what it was. "Let's go sweetie", Karl said and turned to me and wrapped the leash about my neck in such a way that it didn't look quite like what it was but just an ordinary necklace. I checked my makeup in the compact I had and had to reapply more lipstick. I'd maid a mess of it while pleasing Karl. And I noticed that the collar and leash looked quite attractive the way he had draped it. We went to the elevator, and went up and up and up. To the top of the tower, and it opened up into the entrance. There was a maitre-d there and Karl walked up to him and gave his name and that he had a reservation for seven thirty for two. We where fifteen minutes early so the maitre-d directed us to the bar to wait a few moments till time to go to our table. As we walked into the bar I saw Mark Wellington, someone I had known as I was working the stock market and he had been one of my more low key rivals. "Karl! Please, I can't go in there" I stammered out. "Why not?" he asked "See that man at the end of the bar? He's Mark Wellington, I know him, please don't make me go in there Karl Sir, I'm begging" I looked at him with such a look I was sure he would let me off the hook. "Nonsense dear, he won't recognize you, come along" He stepped forwards but I couldn't move. "Claire?" he said in a questioning tone. And at first I didn't understand why he was saying that here where she couldn't hear, but after a moment I felt a warning tingle on my ass and on my clit and realized the collar could hear. Id' forgotten about that and the tingle made me step forwards. I had been so used to doing things when I'd gotten that warning that it was second nature anymore. Karl smiled as I moved forwards and he held out his arm for me to lace mine into his and as I did he turned and started to move down towards the end of the bar. "Mark? Mark Wellington?" Karl asked as he walked up to him. "Yes? Do I know you?" Mark asked. "No but you know my date, she says she knows you". Mark turned to look at me and I dreaded the recognition I saw there, but it never showed up. And I began to wonder if maybe I would live through this. "Hi," I said, "Suzette, I've seen you a view times at Straw, Magraw & Stein, doing business there" "Ah, um, I'm sorry but I don't recognize you, I'm sorry Miss." "Oh, that's perfectly ok, after all, it was only quick passing, sorry to have intruded" I smiled, feeling I'd managed to end this conversation quite eloquently and was feeling proud of how I'd handled it. I was starting to feel pretty good about this and as me and Karl where turning I could have died of embarrassment at what Karl said next over his shoulder "Don't feel bad Mark, she's more commonly named Robert, Robert McHammon, oh wait, that was before she changed her name to Suzette Sucksalot, have a nice dinner Sir, sorry to intrude" I'm afraid my legs weren't exactly sturdy as I walked away, I could here a soft chuckling as I walked away, it got a bit louder as I kept going, I could feel my eyes watering up as I moved. I whispered in a fierce hiss as I clung to Karl's arm. "W...W...why did you have to do that, tonight was going so nice and you had to embarrass me like that. I'm" sob, "mortified." I said with more then a bit of a sniffle to my voice. `"Because I wanted to, and it was fun" I could tell he was amused as all hell, and I was mad at that "I'm ready to leave right now!" and I'm afraid I didn't say it all that gently. He reached up and gripped me by the elbow and squeezed pretty hard. "Listen up you slut, your property, a piece of meat, Claire owns your ass, your nothing more then her whore, you do what your told, and as your told, when your told, or your ass is grass bitch. She's probably going to sell your ass to the highest bidder when she's through with you anyway; she's just toying with your ass you tramp!" I stopped in shock, crushed at what he had just said, it couldn't possibly be true. Could it? I couldn't help it; I started crying again, and stopped thinking. I only reacted. I'm afraid I jerked my elbow out of his hands, turned, and pushed him; he went tumbling over backwards and crashed into the desert cart. I'm afraid I made a very terrible scene and I had been embarrassed enough. This only added to that feeling. "Suzette, you will stop this right now! You will apologize and do everything Karl tells you to do, and I'm going to have him whip your ass!" I could hear Mistress saying in the earpiece. As I turned and started moving quickly towards the exit I could feel the belt start up, it was not pleasant but it wasn't debilitating yet. And with that I stormed off, and could here him shouting as I scooted into the elevator. For a second the pain stepped up bit and I was starting to regret my decision but then it stopped, completely, I could only figure it meant she knew I was in the elevator and didn't have no choice but to go down anyway. When I hit the bottom floor and stepped off the elevator I had firmed up my resolve to get out of there. And started walking towards the street with the intention of going home. As I started moving down the sidewalk I felt the belt to start up. "Where do you think your going girl?" I could here Mistress saying in the ear pierce. "I'm going home! I am not some piece of shit you can just toss away whenever you decide! I'm a human being!" I was fairly hot and wasn't thinking about what was locked around my waist, at least not all of the things it could do. I was soon to find out. I had passed the limo and the driver, he's tried to open the door but I had just kept walking right past him and was moving down the street now when the belt really hurt me. It felt like I'd been kicked in the balls. I dropped to my knees clutching at my crotch. I think I even screamed but I don't remember if I did or not. Not with the pain I was in. "Listen here slut. For one I have no intention of getting rid of you, and for another, I have spent too much money on you, invested too much time and energy to just sell you to some other person. Now get up, and get back up there and apologize to Karl." "NO! You don't love me! You're going to just throw me away when you get tired of me! I know it." I cried through my tears. I'm afraid I was blubbering like a baby. I realize now that I was on an emotional roller coaster tonight. First had been the pleasure I'd gotten out of pleasing Karl with my looks and my mouth. Then to be shocked and scared at seeing my rival at the restaurant not mention the humiliation Karl had caused me. Now I was just mad and pissed off at Mistress that she could let that happen to me. I was not thinking at all well either. With that I jumped up despite the pain and turned, not caring which way I went, and stormed off into the night. That's when every pain filled feature of the metal locked on my body kicked in. My ass was zapped, my cock was zapped and clenched in it case clit killing tight. My nuts where shocked as well. My breasts felt like they where being branded and poked with a cattle prod at one and the same time. And the bands around my nipple squeezed down I again thought they would be pinched off. I felt like I'd been hit with about fifty bricks at once, all over my body. And I dropped where I was like a rock and just lay there moaning and yelling. I could see a pair of legs approaching out of the dark. As I looked up I thought the person looked strangely familiar, I remember thinking how much I hurt, then thinking that this was the person that had been following me for days, and lasting thinking that this wasn't a good thing...as I drifted into darkness.