Slave Ch. 03

"He really is wearing panties!" my small voice cries, "baby blue ones!"

Pilot's thick cock is sticking out over the top of silky soft nylon panties trimmed with white lace on the leg holes.

"His Mistress dresses him pretty," my loud voice coos as I drag his pants further down his smooth, hairless legs.

There is an awkward little moment as I hurry to take off master's shoes and socks so I can finish taking his pants off. My last surprise is when I see that master's toenails are painted a bright red with gold speckles on the big toes. They look so pretty.

I look up from the floor at Pilot's worried eyes then bend down to lick at his foot before taking a red painted toe into my mouth to suck on it while my hands play with his smooth legs. I lick and suck each toe on both his feet.

"Does this master's wife have him wear pretty dresses for her too?" my small voice asks as I slide my tongue up a smooth thigh. "She did tell him to use a slave on this trip."

I don't know and I can't ask him, I will never know unless he feels like telling me. I slide my wet tongue up one smooth leg and down the other and up again until I put my face between his thighs to lick at master's balls. I suck a pretty blue nylon clad ball into my mouth knowing that it is just as hairless as the rest of his body. My hands stroke the thick cock above me and play with the other nylon covered ball. I soon pop one ball out of my wet mouth and suck the other in.

"Take my panties off, now, please."

"Master admits that he is wearing panties!" my small voice cries.

"He can't deny it; his wife dressed him this way, made him shave his body and paint his toes. He likes what he does with her, why else would he be wearing panties?" my loud voice answers.

I am eager to obey this gentle, willing and obedient master. My hands grab at the thin, frilly waistband at master's waist as he lifts his hips off the bed so that I can pull his panties down and off his smooth legs.

He smiles down at me when I have finished pulling his panties off, "You still have to take off my shirt, slave."

I was so eager to have his cock back in my mouth that I had not finished taking off his shirt. I hope that Pilot will not punish me for forgetting.

"Well, maybe a little spanking won't be too bad," I think as I rub my tits up master's legs then wrap them around his cock, just for a second, on my way up to take off his shirt.

Making sure that my tits never leave his body, I crawl onto the bed and around behind him to pull the shirt off him one shoulder at a time and kissing his back as I let the shirt fall to the bed. Master leans back, moaning his delight as I kiss and lick him everywhere I can.

"Mummy told me to use you tonight after I told you to strip me. She knows that you can't speak. You're Master and her talk all the time and she knows that my secret is safe with you. She thinks it amusing that a willing slave is flying captive ones all over the world. She wants me to cum in all three of your holes."

"Mummy?" my small voice asks.

"Yes, he said Mummy. There goes the spanking you thought you might get," my loud voice tells me, "It doesn't matter what you think about the people that use you. Now clean up the mess you've made."

"What mess?" I ask.

I shudder; I'm talking to my voices now.

"You've taken the clothes off a master and left everything all over the floor and the bed. That mess you fool. You have to pick up every piece of clothing and place it on the chair neatly like a slave must."

"Oh."

I wonder about my sanity for a minute but realize that I have been programmed to act like a slut. I always was a slave in my mind. These voices have to be a way for my mind to cope with what is happening to me. Knowing that my loud voice is right, I begin to clean up the mess I made.

Needing time to think about how I should react to a master that shaves himself completely below his neck and is happy to have red toenails while wearing baby blue panties, I slide my tongue down his back to reach the shirt I had dropped on the bed earlier. My hands are chained so close to my neck that I am kissing master's ass as I pick up his shirt. The chains are so short that all I can do is hold my tits up for someone's pleasure or stroke a cock in my mouth or play with a mistress' pussy as I lick her clit. They are just long enough that I can slide my fingers into an ass when told to.

With master's shirt in my hands, I crawl off the bed to walk on my toes the few steps to the chair beside it knowing how much my new, bigger ass sways and shakes when I walk this way. The chain that holds me to the bed is tight on my collar when I reach the chair and bend at the waist to lay his shirt gently on it, knowing that Pilot can see my bare, pierced cunt when I bend over. I look over my shoulder to see him lying on his side on the bed now, staring at me with his hard cock pointing straight out from between his legs and his balls lying across his thigh. I lick my thick, pierced lips at the sight and moan out my passion loud enough for him to hear.

Twice his hand shakily slides down his body to touch his cock as I show him my cunt, but stops just above where his pubic hair would be if his Mummy would let him have any. He quickly pulls it away each time as I watch him. Master looks embarrassed; he looks like he wants to tell me something more.

I sense what Pilot needs from me now. I hope his Mummy told him what to say to me so I can do to him what she and, ultimately, he wants. I can only wait for those words; I can't do what he wants until he orders me to. In the meantime, I have to be as much of a slut as I can be for this master.

Wishing I could spread my ass to show him my tight little brown hole, my other cunt, I stay bent at the waist for a moment pretending to fuss with his shirt so he can have a good long look at me. Finally, I stand to turn around and walk the short distance back to the bed with my hands displaying my tits perfectly to master. I manage to move my shoulders just right so my tits roll and sway high on my chest with each step that makes the silver bell over my clit ring out between my legs. The heavy chain that connects my nipples hangs farther out from my body than it did when Tattoo first put it on me. I think that the doctor may have put too much growth serum in them; my tits are much bigger than what he said they would be. I don't care though; I love my body the way it looks now, my new tits and ass are perfect.

Master's eyes look from my cunt to my tits and up to my face where I am sucking on the chain that goes from my chin to my tongue over my fat lips. I now love sucking on that chain.

When I reach the bed, I bend at the waist again in front of master to let him see my tits hang and sway below me.

"He won't order you to dominate him, will he?" my small voice whines.

"Yes he will; he has to. I just know that Mummy told him too," the loud voice answers.

He is still too timid to say anything as I sink to my knees to pick up the panties on the top of the pile of clothes on the floor below me; I still have to clean my mess. When I rise to sit on my heels with my knees spread to show my cunt I am holding master's pretty, blue panties in front of my face by the frilly waistband and look at him over the top. They are a high French cut and so delicate with lace panels on the sides, the white lace on the leg holes is so soft. They must be so tight on him. I know that Mummy will have told her panty boy to tuck his cock between his legs when he wears them. It must be very uncomfortable to sit for hours in the cockpit with your cock almost in your ass, held there by silky, tight panties. I hold them close to my face to smell his male scent before rubbing the softness of them on my tits.

Pilot, a master, a man I must obey, sits up on the bed to look down at me on the floor as I rub his panties on my nipples.

At last, he is going to say what we both know has to be said, "Umm," he starts, "Mummy has told me to tell you something more." He pauses then loudly continues, "I am to tell you that you are to use me like the toy that I am."

"Yes!" my loud voice yells. "Spank him, use him for your own pleasure, and make him lick your cunt! He has told you to treat him any way you want. He is your toy."

"Can you do that?" the small voice asks, almost as loud in my mind.

I put the panties on the bed, bend down to pick up master's pants, and pull the belt out of them to lay it on the floor beside me; I know what to do with toy now.

Still having to clean up my mess, I pick up the pants and shoes. My ass sways and jiggles as I tip toe the few steps to the chair and bend to put the pants on it. I sink to my knees to put the shoes on the floor under the chair knowing that my master, my toy, can see my tight brown asshole and my swollen plum tattooed cunt.

This time, when I stand to walk back to the bed I hold my tits in my hands and play with my nipples as I walk. I reach the bed to kneel beside it to pat at a spot on the edge while looking at him in the eyes. Mummy's panty boy, her toy, gets the message and eagerly crawls across the bed to sit on the edge with his legs spread wide for me. His cock is pointing almost straight up.

I pick up his panties again then fold them around his cock to stroke its length with the silky cloth causing him to moan his pleasure.

"His name is toy now, not Pilot," my loud voice tells me.

I agree; toy with a small t, a woman's panty slave given to a slave doesn't deserve a capital T.

My toy groans when I take my hand away from him; he pushes his cock out to be touched again. I smile at toy as I shake my head no, denying him the touch he needs. I frighten myself; this is the only no I have used since Master punished me when I first denied him.

Holding toy's panties by their dainty waistband, I roll them up to make a silky blue rope with the white lace of the leg holes hanging below. When I am done I lean forward to wrap his panties tightly around his cock and balls and tie them off in a knot. I sit back on my heels to admire the sight in front of me. Toy's cock is harder and thicker from the constriction of his silk cock ring; it stands straight up from his crotch and the head of it bobs up and down with each heartbeat. Surrounded by a nest of white lace and blue nylon his cock looks so pretty.

I lower myself to the floor to pick up the belt that I left there. When I kneel up, I am holding it with both hands in a loop. The toy Mummy and Master has given to me almost jumps off the bed when I snap it in a loud crack.

"Mummy's toy has heard that sound before," the loud voice coos."

Sighing at the startled look on toy's face, I answer the voice for the second or, maybe, the third time now, "It's a shame that I can't spank him."

Earlier I had thought of using the belt on toy's ass, but with my hands chained so close to my tits I know that won't work. Instead, I thread the end of it through the buckle to make a loose loop and hold it in front of him, waiting for toy to understand what I want. With a sigh of relief that I am not going to whip him with his own belt toy puts his hands in the loop to let me tie his hands together in front of him. I still want toy to be able to touch me. When I am done, he can't get his hands free unless he uses his mouth to loosen the belt, but he won't do that. This is what Mummy has ordered her toy to let happen.

"He's mine now," I think as I move my head between his thighs to kiss each of them and move up to lick at his balls. The skin of his shaved balls feels so smooth and silky as I suck them into my mouth; I wish that every master would shave himself like this. My hands reach up to stroke the cock above me as I suck and swallow one smooth ball down my throat so I can take both in my mouth. Even though I know that he has ordered me to do it I feel so good to be doing what I want with toy.

I want more now; I want toy's cock in my mouth. I feel so greedy. Mummy has told her willing slave to give himself to me for as long as I want. I pull away from toy, letting his balls slide out of my mouth one at a time so I can lick up the under side of his shaft. When my tongue reaches the thick head, I lick all around it, swirling the stud and chain in my tongue all over the thick edge of the head before pushing the stud into the hole at the tip. I am beginning to love what I can do with my pierced tongue.

"Oh, yes, suck my pee pee. Mummy wants you to use me like the panty slut that I am," toy sighs as I lick at his cock and take it into my mouth to swallow it deep enough down my throat that my nose is buried in his crotch where Mummy has made sure her toy is shaved smooth at all times. The feeling of the soft lace of the panties that I tied around his cock on my face is wonderful each time I suck his cock into me. I can't possibly call the thick cock in my mouth a pee pee, though.

"Well, if he wants to call it that," my small voice tries.

I don't care what toy has to call the thick cock I suck at; I need him to cum in my mouth. He has to cum in all of my holes tonight. My mouth is open so wide it hurts as I slide my pierced lips up and down his cock. When he is finally close to cumming, toy yells out that he is going to spill his seed in me but I already know that, I have felt his cock swell and his balls tighten. I hold his cock in my mouth with my teeth gently biting behind the thick head to keep it in me while one hand moves up and down his thick shaft and the other fondles his hard balls to urge his cum out for me.

The first shot of cum hits the back of my throat. I have to fight the need to swallow the tasty offering. The cock in my mouth pulses and jerks as toy fills me with his cum. He keeps filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his juice until his cum flows out of my full mouth and down my chin onto my tits.

When his cock finally jerks one last time and slowly goes soft, I carefully pull my full mouth off him to stand between his open legs. With my chained hands, I push hard at toy's chest so that he falls back on the bed and motion for him to move to the centre and put his leather bound arms above his head.

Mummy's toy lies below me as I straddle him so he can accept his sperm from me while I try to rub my clit on his soft pee pee. He looks up at me and opens his mouth so I can feed him his own sperm. Toy swallows every drop that I let fall from my open mouth, he then licks his cum off my chin and tits as I move up his body to accommodate his tongue. I moan out my pleasure as toy licks at my body. I love having his tongue and teeth play with my nipples. My clit vibrates with each lick he gives me; my whole body shakes with each bite and nibble. I have yet another orgasm as I rub my clit on the cock that has grown hard again under me while toy worships at my tits.

It feels wonderful to please myself on toy's cock while holding his mouth against my tit. Mummy has trained her panty boy so well; he lays totally still for me with his bound arms above his head on the mattress where I have put them as I use his body for my own pleasure.

All the men and women that Master has given me to over the past week and maybe more have used me for their own enjoyment and discarded me when they are finished with my body like I am nothing to them. I am a slave, nothing but three holes and a pair of tits. That is what I am.

Tonight things are different though. I am in charge and I want toy's cock in me now; I want to fill myself with his thickness. Each time I rub my clit on his cock I slide a little further up his body while holding myself above him as far as the chains will let me. My tits rub higher up his chest until his cock is between my legs and I can, with some maneuvering and false starts because we can't use our hands, lower myself onto him until just the head of his cock is past my cunt lips and is barely in me. I stop there to move my ass slowly up and down so toy's thick cock head moves just in and out of the entrance to my cunt.

It feels so good to be in control. I was a virgin just a few days ago and I didn't know what to. I've never been on top of a man before and actually don't know how to give myself pleasure when I ride on a master's cock.

"Forget him. Think of yourself, he is yours to use as you wish, sink down on his cock, sit up and rub your clit on the silky lace you've tied around him, then ride him until you cum," my loud voice tells me.

"Go slow, do what you want and enjoy yourself," is my quiet voice's advice, "toy's cock will feel so good if you savor every inch of him."

I love both of these thoughts.

I lay down on top of toy's body to work his cock into me by slowly moving my hips down. Each time the thick ridge of his head finds a sensitive spot I stop and play with myself on him by rocking my hips and squirming my whole body. I sense that my toy, my warm human dildo wants to move and urge me to go faster but he has been trained so well, he lies still under me and moans out his passion and frustration as I take him into me at my own pace.

Soon his cock is in me as far as I can have it while I lie on him but I know that it will go even deeper if I sit up. It feels so good to lie on toy with my tits pressed into his chest but I need more, I push myself off him as far as my chained hands will let me and then sit up high and let out a long moan as I sink farther onto the dildo under me.

The soft, scratchy lace around toy's cock feels so good on my bald cunt when I finally impale myself fully onto him. Toy's cock is as deep into me as I can get it. I rub my clit on the lacey panties below me, sighing, and moaning at the pleasure I'm giving myself while feeling the ridge of the head of his cock move deep inside me. I fuck myself on the toy under me by sitting up on him and rocking back and forth as I pull at the nipples on my tits.

My silver bell rings sweetly to each slow movement I make. At first, I hated the sound of the bell but I soon began to love it; it has become my way of knowing that I am going to cum when it rings wildly while a master fucks me or a mistress uses me. It is surprising how quickly I cum when I hear that high silver sound. Even the little tinkle the bell gives as it bumps on my clit while I walk excites me, reminding me that I am a slave.

When it comes, my orgasm starts deep inside me; I feel something move in my cunt deeper even than toy's cock buried in my wetness. Waves of hot pleasure shoot out through my entire body from there, the very centre of my being, to explode in my brain like fireworks. Just when I think it is over another orgasm starts and then another. Each one is more intense than the last as my hips rock back and forth on toy's cock, rubbing my clit madly on him, until my eyes roll back in my head and I almost pass out.

When I regain my senses, I find that I am lying on toy's chest with my hips still moving on his cock. The lacey panties I tied around him are sopping wet from the juices that leak from my cunt.

"Make me cum, please," toy whispers in my ear.

Mommy wants him to cum in me. I need him to cum in me. I begin move my hips up and down on him again; feeling the thick ridge of his cock head sliding in and out of me as I fuck him. I push myself up as far as the chains will let me so my sensitive nipples drag across his chest with each move I make.

It feels so good to fuck Mommy's toy; he lies so still under me with his hips pushed up offering his cock to me to be used. His bound arms stay above his head where I put them. I lift myself up to hear my sweet bell ring, and then drive my cunt down to grind my clit into the sopping wet lace around his cock. The bell is silent for a moment until I raise myself to let it ring again and again. I am so sensitive after my own orgasms that I am moaning constantly as I fuck the warm dildo under me. Needing to feel my nipples, I sit up straight to ride the cock in me while pulling at them. I start fucking toy faster and faster letting my tits free to bounce up and down on my chest until I feel his cock swell deep in me.