Always in Progress

As always, characters are all aged 18 or older. They are not meant to represent anyone that I know or have heard of living or dead.

"Motherfucker!"

That was an exclamation from Mistress while she lay in bed as I fucked her. She had to hang up the phone with her daughter because I was doing what she told me to do. I had passed the foreplay stage. She hung up. Then yelled.

You are all caught up so far.

"Moootherfuuuucker!"

"That is what I am going to call you!" Then Mistress smiled the sweet impish smile of a spoiled child who pushes things a little too far. "I think I want that tattoo. Right here, under my waist." At which point she placed her hand on the mound right above where my pussy hair would come in, if I had any.

My Mistress is oh so fun.

"Make Me cum now!"

I had my 4 fingers inside of her and was licking her clit, just the way she likes. I began moving my index and middle fingers to stroke her g-spot while I sucked on her clit and nibbled with the lightest of pressure. As she started to cum, I could feel her energy shift. She was not wrapped so tightly any more. Her mask had fallen.

There was nothing of the strict blonde German in her slit leather skirt and cleavage-revealing shirt. Under the strict Dominatrix mask, she was a wild animal spirit - wanting nothing more than to finish rutting, right now. She wasn't just wet, she was producing enough moisture that I changed my fingers to a fist while they were still inside her. Then I pulled my arm back and punched inside of her. She roared while her organ pulsed around every area of my fist.

"Get out of Me, now!" I put my thumb on her clit while I removed my fist. This made her groan and arch her back.

She then grabbed my biceps and rolled over. I was now underneath her.

I thought she was going to reciprocate -- she often does. My hair seemed to have distracted her. She French-braided the middle 4 inches.

"Char?" That is the name of my Mistress's partner (who is human).

And suddenly I had my face under a blanket. It was thick fleece so I could not see through it. I could barely hear anything through it, either.

I knew Char was walking around in black joggers this morning. He had been on his college football team and kept fit. His upper body looked like muscles that worked hard, not ones that were just formed in a gym. And muscles he had! I am on the spectrum - well we all are on the spectrum between straight and gay - but I mean I am really in the middle of the spectrum. If 1 is straight and 5 is bisexual and 10 is gay; then, I am an 8. I call myself a queer lesbian. So when I appreciate a man's body, you know it is something that you don't see everyday!

He knew he had no reason to hide that upper body.

Sometimes it helped me as I walked around without a choice about what to wear. Sometimes it did not because I could not compare myself to him. I have DDD breasts for one so there was nowhere near the amount of muscle to be seen. And since my chest was so big I had such a problem getting below a size 8. My hips and butt filled all my jeans completely. I have been told that I have the perfect body for motherhood by complete strangers in stores!

Anyway, at least the fleece was soft. Burlap is in my cage as a blanket. That is extremely scratchy.

Then I heard a sound that I have never particularly liked. I found it especially distressing when made very close to me. Annnd suddenly, the air hit my head. Not my hair, my head... I started to cry.

"Oh, little motherfucker, don't worry. I am going to leave you looking exactly how I want you. Isn't that what is most important?"

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress! May I be excused?"

Instead of a mohawk, it was a braidhawk?

"No. Go to your room. Char will help you."

This is not being excused because my room is a pillory cage built under Mistress' bed. The bed itself is the top of the cage but there is a sandwiched floor - like in a rabbit cage, in case I have an accident some day while waiting to be released. There are 3 normal cage walls. When I am "in" my room, that means the door is padlocked with my hands and head through their respective holes.

So when Mistress said "help" she meant "lock you in."

Char was standing by me having just shaved off ⅔ of my hair. I looked up at him. He just lowered his head, raised one eyebrow and nodded towards the room. Why would I ever have thought that I could have a bad-boy boyfriend that cool?

I crawled off to the bedroom with Char right behind me to make sure I went. Usually I followed everyone else. I could hear him jingling keys.

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Eight months ago, I went through Hell trying to rent an apartment all on my own. I only had myself to support. While I made plenty of money through my job to do so, I had no credit. I had gone from my parents house to my husband's house. All finances were in his name. I was so proud of myself for getting to where I was!

I had my own lease on a 2 bedroom apartment in my name. I opened 2 credit cards in my own name.

I had not even met Mistress yet.

Mistress appeared when I needed her the most!

I was so desperately lonely. She was there as a friend. Knowing what to say and what not to.

I was silently crying in a coffee shop. I kept looking at my phone trying to hide my face. I had everything that I aimed for ... I had a boyfriend and a best friend but no other friends. It was difficult to remain upbeat. I missed people just being around that I could fuss over all the time, when I was not working. I missed being told what to do by my husband. I was even starting to miss some of the drunken knock-out, drag-out fights we had. (He got drunk. I yelled. He knocked me out. Once, he even dragged me out of the house.)

Mistress saw my tears, I think. She didn't ask how I was. We discussed everything under the sky! I don't even remember what we talked about first.

Soon we spoke every day. We talked all the time!

She visited me every chance she had, around our work schedules. Mine revolved around a 24/7 schedule. Hers did as well at the time.

After 3 weeks of this frustration, it only made sense that she would move in.

Since I actually enjoy cooking and cleaning plus I had already decorated, the entire apartment was " mine" so I moved out of the "master" bedroom. Mistress took the larger bedroom and paid half the rent. We had a lot of discussions about this and she was so easygoing about it. Now I know why!

I moved my things into the smaller, 2nd "child's" bedroom.

After we had first made the switch, my boyfriend decided to surprise me after work. Climbing under the sheet naked, he was the one who got surprised! I didn't find him in bed. It was Mistress who came out of the en suite naked after her shower. I don't know the details of their discussion of how to back-stab me but after that Mistress and Char have been partnered up. So much for having a boyfriend.

I completely freaked out at both of them.

Remember that at this time, I thought she was a friend. She was definitely a roommate paying half the rent. Well, I tried to kick her out.

That is not so easy to do. When there are 2 of you on the lease, you are both equally responsible. I was told that she would be due a third of the things in the apartment, even though more than 80% of the items are mine. It was only a third, because with Char there all the time, he had enough every-day items and clothing stored to be considered living there. He would also get a third of the items if the "household" broke up. He only had about 10% of the stuff there! New negotiations. We came up with this: I would pay 100% of the rent in exchange for being treated as a submissive (I did not know to what extent yet) and being sexually involved with both Mistress and Char.

I talked to my best friend Lottie about all of this. As you would expect, she thought I was doing the wrong thing for me. I tried to explain to her what I like, want and what I enjoy. I also explained that this meant that the only one actually on the lease was myself.

She only had so much sympathy as she ran into her own problems at the same time. She was being evicted. Not through any of her own actions. Her low rent building was being sold in order to be imploded. The new owners wanted to build a shopping center in its place. She kept telling me that she would be living in the parking lot.

I could definitely sympathize! I told her I was sure I could help her. I was also aware that at this point, I would have to clear it with Mistress and Char.

I was not quite sure what my relationship stance was exactly in the house but the lowest in the order was a definite.

So, I mentioned Lottie's housing issue to Mistress and Char at dinner one night.

Mistress stared into my eyes for a moment. Then she resumed eating. "Of course Lottie is welcome. She is your family after all."

Yes, she was right. Mistress and Lottie were my family. I guess Char was too, but it was so difficult to make my heart understand his betrayal. I mean I still had sex with him but that was not what I thought our relationship was about.

So, I told Mistress that I thought Lottie and I could share my room. Her reply was "Lottie is a fully grown adult and would not appreciate that. She does not need to come home to a literal ROOM mate."

"Lottie doesn't have money for rent so she wouldn't mind."

I never saw the slap coming but my face exploded in heat and pain.

"Do not ever argue with me!" It is really going to suck if I learn all my rules this way. No arguing. Got it.

"Lottie deserves her own room. You can sleep in the living room. After all, our couch is a daybed isn't it? So you can sleep on it at night. Then in the morning when the first person is up, you can make it a couch again."

"Yes, Mistress."

So Lottie moved into my room and I moved into the living room. It was so difficult moving the 12 pillows to make the couch into a bed that some nights I simply didn't. I would sleep on the chair or the floor. All my clothing was still in my room though.

I worked all kinds of strange hours because the warehouse that I worked in was open 24/7. I was constantly lifting and moving merchandise. So sleeping in the living room was actually good for not disturbing the household. But having my clothes in Lottie's room was a disturbance. I felt badly for creeping in, even if I did not wake her up. Maybe especially when I did not wake her up.

I foolishly explained this to Mistress. She had a ready answer for me."You don't have that many clothes. Let's make sure that we thin them out to things that you will wear."

I went to work and thought we would be doing that when I got home. Instead, when I got home I had a dresser drawer laying out on the couch. "Wait until I explain!" Mistress called out from Lottie's room.

"First of all, you are not allowed to wear any of this type of garment again unless I tell you otherwise. Char please hold this garbage bag." And all of my underwear, my cute thongs, my bikinis, my boy shorts, my bicycle shorts. They all went in the trash bag. Maybe it would turn into a storage bag? The biggest problem was that it was one of the extra large garden garbage bags, those black ones.

"As for these," Mistress held up one of my bras. Then, before she said anything else, she paused and grabbed my tits. Then she took my top off over my head. I co-operated but did not take over. I did not have the chance to, even if I wanted to. Mistress was standing in front of me, reached behind me, then popped the 4 hooks on the back of my bra off as quickly and easily as you could snap your fingers. Her frozen cold fingers reached under the loosened bra and grabbed my bare flesh. My nipples proceeded to harden immediately for more than one reason. But she did not just try to take my size. She also grabbed them roughly. She closed her hands as hard as she could just to see how much flesh spilled out around her hands. Mistress laughed. "Yes. You won't be needing any of these either. But you can keep your shelf bra - where it lifts your tits but doesn't cover the nipple. And you can keep your corset."

"But Mistress, my exercise bra and something for work?"

"No. If you have an absolute need. I will make one on you with rope."

I was not quite sure what she meant but having seen some of her work with bondage, I was not sure that I wanted to see how restrictive it might be.

"Yes. Mistress."

"Now, for the squealing."

"Ma'am?"

"Bring me all your clothes from the bedroom. ALL of them. As if you would never be able to go into Lottie's room again."

I grabbed everything from the closet and from my bookshelf. I think I had one item on the wall. I had not brought out. I had used most everything to decorate the entire apartment originally. Now everything was in the living room, dining room and kitchen already. This was the last of it.

Mistress nodded to Lottie.

Lottie pulled the door closed. I could see a new addition on the door, as she paused for a second. There was now a deadbolt on the door she was locking. A deadbolt! It had a knob-lock. It was not like I was going to go busting in there. What were these women saying about me when I was not around? Wait, what was Char saying about me when I was not around? He still fucked me didn't mean that he still loved me -- or had ever loved me.

But I still was not squealing. Even if that did seem like an extreme over-reaction, to ... something?

"Now put all the clothes down on the sofa." Mistress seemed to look at all my clothing. She moved everything around. She was examining the closures, tops and bottoms of everything. "You have a work uniform. Grab what you need for that."

Hurriedly I grabbed one pair of khaki pants, a pair of black ones too, and a pair of blue jeans. Then I grabbed the two identical shirts that I had to wear.

"Why do you need 3 pairs of pants and why 3 different color ones?"

I didn't expect the inquisition so my stomach started flipping over, like when your parents caught you doing something very wrong. These are my work clothes! It isn't my idea. She cannot take these away!

"Sometimes I work in different areas and each area has its own dress code. Like the mechanical area is jeans but the soft goods are khakis and the other areas are all black pants or black jeans."

"OK, 3 pairs of work pants. Pretty much only one pair per week because you don't know where you will be working. Two work uniform shirts. Also, pretty much one as you only use the second one if the first one is dirty or unavailable for some other reason." Mistress looked up at me. I missed her first glance because I was watching Lottie note the inventory and comments. "IS THAT CORRECT, WHORE?"

I startled. "Oh, me! Yes, Ma'am, that is correct. 3 pairs of pants in different colors and materials that I only need one at a time for work and 2 shirts where I only need one at a time. Meaning I probably need one set for like a week or something as long as I wash them all the time."

"Yes, you will have to do that gently or you will be going through them too quickly." Now, Mistress had those 5 pieces of clothing on her bed. "Please remove all of your clothing now. Go ahead and put your underwear and bra right into the garbage bag."

I did as she asked. The top and the leggings that I wore went onto the pile of clothing on the couch.

"Now, we really need to discuss why you need a Mistress and a small family of dominants."

Family of dominants? I didn't agree to having a family of dominants. Char CHEATED on me, dumped me and then just STAYED without my approval. Lottie came to visit with my invitation but I didn't mean for her to LOCK ME OUT of my own room. Besides since when is she a Dominant? I said nothing. I just blinked,

"Come here." Mistress held her arms out in a big wide stretch.

This seemed ominous timing. I was getting cold though. A hug is always good. So, I fell into Mistress' arms.

Mistress arms around me made everything feel right. No one could get me here. I was safe and I could just be.

Then, she began stroking my hair. Leaning back, she took all my weight onto her arms. I knew that nothing could go wrong and that I could do nothing wrong, as long as her arms were around me. I wished that her arms could be around me all the time.

Mistress smiled, "You really are the most Omega of anyone that I have ever met."

My mouth opened as I inhaled to say something. Before I said anything, Mistress said more..."You are naked in a room of dressed people. You are standing while the rest of us are all sitting. You have given up your bedrooms twice in a row, to people who don't pay rent." I began to cry. I thought these were the only 3 people in the world that understood me. Now, they are saying that they don't?

"We love you as you are." You love to be the Omega. I am the Alpha, naturally. These other two match our two pole positions very well.

"But now, you must fully and appropriately learn your place."

I closed my eyes as I heard my blood rushing in my ears. I felt lightheaded. Mistress had let go of me and I thought I was going to faint. This was all too much. I mean it was too much to start with and now it is everything.

Well, exactly that. It is everything and the only thing that matters in my life because Mistress has made a safe place for me to be myself, as I am. But to do that, I had to take steps to do it all the time. Not just when it was easy. You cannot hike the easy parts of a trail on a mountain and get to the summit. You hike it all.

"Little Whore are you still listening?"

"Yes, Mistress. I must fully and appropriately learn my place." Saying it made me wet.

"Take out those raggedy 'car-wash' clothes - the cut off jean shorts and the boy's cut off practice jersey you have and start a new pile behind you. Add any leather, any kink, any very short skirts and any very revealing tops to that pile."

Wow, that was way less clothing than I thought I had that was leather and/or slutty. I had thought it was more. But most of my clothes were 'normal.' I turned back to look at Mistress.

"Now, put the rest of your clothing in the garbage bag."

I squeaked. I opened my mouth and what came out was not a complaint, just a squeak. Throw out all these clothes. Even if they were being given to a good cause and someone that could use ... I am someone that could use them!

As I watched, Char shook the garbage and twisted the top. He closed the bag with a plastic zip-tie and a large binder clip holding a note that said "FREE WOMENS CLOTHING SIZE: 8 bottom and L/XL top (DDD)"

I thought I was going to puke.

Then, Mistress started talking again. I tried to focus. This would surely be important.

"Omegas always appear submissive. There should be no mistaking who you are. Omegas - YOU - drink last, eat last, get to sit last, will never be above anyone in the pack. In general the only thing that they may do first is have to get up in the morning. And lastly but equally importantly, they correct any pack tensions."

Mistress pulled me backwards to see her face. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Good! So keeping that in mind,

"- Rule #1 is that you will not wear clothing unless I have told you otherwise. (I am saying otherwise regarding going to work right now.) If I have not said that you should put something on, then you will be absolutely naked, including your feet -- if you shower, dry off but do not use the towel outside of the bathroom.

"- Rule # 2 As a barely trained animal, you will not sit on the furniture. You will not use people-things except in the kitchen. You can use any kitchen items that we have to make food, unless told otherwise. If you need to use a specific item for some reason, you clear it with me FIRST. Then if you are approved for privileges you may use the device in the kitchen. The exception to this rule is your cell phone. If you have possession of your cell phone, you may use it as it is. Do NOT remove the parental controls. Do not add any other apps. Remember that we can see and control everything that you are doing on your phone.

If the TV is on, you can watch it but you may not touch it or the remote.

Other items, we can help you. For example, bathroom things like toothbrushing, Lottie can help you. Since you two share the bathroom".

Lottie came over and knelt down next to Mistress. "That's right Little Whore. I am happy to help!" and she began to stroke down my hair and the center of my back. There were those chills again. Everything was very weird again. It is like something happened while I was at work. No one would tell me what it was, yet it definitely involved my demotion in the world. I was not completely unhappy with it all. But I didn't want it as a "RULE" that led to punishment.

"You may not like the rest." But I know it will be best for you. If it creates any problems, we will vote on the issues and fix whatever is going on. This is a family after all."

A family?

If Mistress was my Mother, then my step-father is my ex-boyfriend? Oh god that is creepy. Though Auntie Lottie is not so bad. I smiled at Lottie. She was still right next to me and held her arms open. Before moving over to her, I looked up at Mistress. She smiled, nodded, then lowered her arms. I gave a super snuggly hug to Lottie. She put her hand on the top of my head to tell me to go a bit lower because my head was at the same height as hers.

"- Rule # 3 In any place that is carpeted, you will be on your hands and knees. Only on the linoleum in the kitchen and the bathroom may you stand on your hind legs without asking. If you are entering the kitchen to do anything other than to take care of the household that requires standing, crawl. If you have questions at the time, ask.

"This is something you should know but is not a rule for you. As the Omega and being your place to help restore balance to the group, we are going to play with you whenever we need to blow off some steam. I get first crack at you, then Char and Lottie, or as needed. Though I have the right to let anyone play with you at any time. But you cannot play with anyone at all - including yourself - without my, and only my, permission."

"Char is going to take care of the clothes and when he comes back we can get you settled in your new place for the night. It has been a long day for you. And you have an appointment tomorrow."

"For what, Mistress?"

"- Rule #4 Don't speak unless you are invited to.

"You won't have everything listed as a rule. Look at it like this, all your old rules still apply ... you don't turn your back on your Mistress, you do everything you are told without argument, when I am not with you Char and/or Lottie may be designated to do my Will but I will tell you when that is so, you know the list. I expect you to be my whore, as always, but also my servant even more than you have been, my barely domesticated animal. I will do all that I can to make you realize your place and if I have not made something clear in any way, then you won't be in trouble. But I may need to do something to make sure that you know the new rules going forward. Do you understand?"

I just stared at Mistress. This was all at once. I don't know what happened. I had my ideal relationship and then things took a turn, another turn and then BAM ... this. I was not saying no. I did understand. I was not even sure that I was unhappy with this - except the no talking but if I couldn't talk, I maybe wouldn't be stuck in these conversations in my head. I had nothing to figure out. Do as you are told. Period. It was just like in the military. You don't get a chance to offer an opinion to your Commanding Officer.

"I said you cannot talk. I did not say that you cannot respond. Especially when I ask you a direct question! 'Yes, Mistress.' is always appropriate!"

"YES, MISTRESS. I apologize, Mistress."

"Char put it to bed." Mistress swished as she turned. She wasn't even wearing a skirt but her attitude made it a complete swish away from me.

Char took my arm, but he took my whole arm against him in a very familiar way. It was reassuring. Though it also put my breast against his arm. He was taking me towards the master bedroom that Mistress shared with him. I thought perhaps I would be sleeping on a dog bed at the foot of the bed given all of Mistress' talk. But this was the first time I saw the little cage under the bed.

"You need to use the bathroom first. But not the en suite. Lottie will watch and help you. You have your own toilet paper. And you need to brush your teeth, too. Then come back."

I moved to the main bathroom where Lottie was waiting for me.

"Hi, Sweetie, how are you doing?"

I started crying. I was not even allowed to answer her.

"Your eyes and body language answer me just fine." She put her arm over my shoulders. "Remember, I may be your Auntie but I am still your best friend. I am here to see how you are and make sure that you are getting what you need."

I turned my head up to Lottie and blinked at her. I made the most, probably comically, large frown.

"Aww. Poor tortured thing." While she said that, she took her free hand and rubbed into against my lower set of lips.

"Look at my fingers." They were so wet, she looked like she had caught soap bubbles.

"Taste it." And she shoved her finger in my mouth at the same time. It was me alright. Mistress made sure that I knew my own taste well.

Clearly my body was completely fine with the new circumstances. I think my mind was too. It was my emotional conditioning that was not. I was not SUPPOSED to like it. I was supposed to be strong - fuck that, put a weak person through this and they don't break into being a slave, they break into being a gibbering moron. I was supposed to want things done my way. But why? Why do I have to want to fight to have things done my way, anyway?

If it takes some things I don't like but Mistress does to get things I like, crave, need to fulfill me then what is the big deal?

And I know that rules change as needed.

I was blushing after Lottie removed her fingers from my mouth.

"Now whatever just clicked in there," Lottie poked my forehead with her middle finger of the hand that had been on my shoulder, "hold on to it tight.

"Your next rules are Bathroom Rules.

"- #1 If there is a seat, lift it. You are not allowed to touch the top of it at all. You may sit directly on the bowl or you may hover over it but you may never sit on the seat.

"You will always need to use the bowl right before bed." That is not a rule. That is just something that will help you out.

"- #2 This jar is your toothpaste. After this jar, you are to make it yourself... it will be 1/4 wood charcoal or ash, 1/4 crushed empty eggshells, 1/4 kosher salt and 1/4 baking soda. The recipe is written on the back of the bottle and will be easy to read when the bottle is empty.

" - #3 You only use the products out of this bucket. Your toothpaste will live here." Lottie dropped the toothpaste in the plastic basket that had a giant pink pawprint on the side of it. "Your toothbrush is in here but it does have its own cover." Lottie opened a sealed case that could have been for tampons, but now it was for a toothbrush. What she removed was like nothing I had seen before. It was an orange silicone head with bristles all the way around it. The handle was green and looked like a stick of some sort. "Then you may be relieved to know that there is toilet paper in there for you!" Lottie pulled out a roll for me. "But only use what you find in the basket. Remember with no clothing to hide your cunt it may be readily apparent which tp you have used." With that she pulled out a roll of tp that looked a little thinner than the type they use in most of the cheapest hotels across the nation. This might be the worst part. I am the one who had gotten everyone else to start bringing a roll of toilet paper when they traveled so we had the "nice stuff."

"It is not so much, little whore! I swear that you will have it all down and happy to have it in place in no time. It is just that everything is hitting all at once."

I nodded.

Lottie whispered. "I wish it were easier for you but one great big push might be easier than lots of little changes every single day in a row, don't you think?"

My eyes went wide. I nodded very quickly.

I finished in the bathroom with Lottie and Char opened the door to Mistress' and his bedroom with a key. Another key? Yeah, another deadbolt. Even though this was where my bed was to be, I obviously needed permission to go to bed too.

I looked around the room. I didn't see anything different. Char put his arm around my waist and gave me a hint, "Remember telling me what you wanted me to do to you at night because every time I spent the night you just wanted my cock all night?" That's when I started looking for a cage. I found a small one under the bed. UNDER the bed that Mistress shared with Char every night, now that he had moved in, too.

I pointed to my mouth and looked at Char with a questioning look. I knew it was a rule that I not speak in front of Mistress but speaking in the apartment at all was questionable. I felt like I could get permission to speak and tell him that this is no way close to what the fuck I meant.

He watched me for a second. Char laughed deep in his throat as he stared into my eyes. "Tempting but no. I won't let you get yourself in trouble yet."

I sighed and hung my head.

"Please. I know that you were going to tell me this is not what you meant. Of course it isn't." Char then sat down on the bed. "Come here." I crawled closer. My mouth was directly at his cock that was at full mast under his pants, as he sat with his legs spread. He snapped his fingers above my head.

I startled and looked up. Damn, I am an animal.

He placed a hand on my neck. I could breathe but the hold was strict. He was steadily pushing my head up. The instant my head resisted was when the hold became a choke hold denying my breath.

I looked up towards Char's face. A face I had seen a million times. A few deep pock marks from acne that gave it a rough, tough look. Brilliant blue eyes. Dark brown hair that he kept short yet he still had a full beard and mustache, also short. I saw nothing different than I ever did before. I still could not tell if he loved me still or never loved me.

I knew I was infatuated with him ... and Mistress, in a different way. She does come first. My eyes were starting to water as I realized that it was I who would have changed the dynamics of our relationship if he had not. Or Mistress would on my behalf. He just beat me to it. I still don't know why! What did I do to make him cheat on me right in the same house?

The strong grip on my neck brought me in closer. Char kissed me. I melted in his grasp. His grip was literally the only thing keeping me from going prostrate on the ground and becoming a rug.

He had his tongue in mouth one moment, then the next moment he had given me his pointer and middle fingers to suck on. Whispering into my ear, the air tickled across my ear. I broke out in goosebumps and hard nipples.

"You know this naked thing at least lets me know that you didn't hear what I said."

I pulled my head down, shoulders up and made apologetic eyes, without missing a beat sucking on his wonderfully thick fingers.

He laughed with pure joy. "Give me those back." He reached under the bed to the cage. The plain cage door was directly in front of me. "In! There is a pillory at the back sort of. Your head and hands will fit through the holes. You do not have to use them tonight. After tomorrow you won't have a choice."

I started to get in and banged my knee.

"Oh yeah, be careful there. The bottom of the cage for you is raised an inch or 2 in case you cannot control your bladder as well as a dog."

After I got in, I really did not have a choice about using the head and wrist holes but they didn't hold me there. So, I guess that was why they were an option. I wonder why tomorrow they would not be an option. What was this mystery appointment?

I pulled my blanket to realize it was a single sheet of burlap that could cover me or protect me a bit from the plastic at the bottom of the cage. In the morning, I would see that the "blanket" had been used already as a bag for sweet potatoes, originally but was now cut open to be "1 ply" instead of like a sleeping bag. To think that I was squished into a dog cage with a pillory and wishing for a burlap sack used for sweet potatoes so I could use it as a sleeping bag.

My ass faced out of the cage and towards the room. My face and hands projected into the larger empty space under the bed - where the Sandman lives (ask Metallica). There was nothing that let me know what was going on behind me,.. You know where the room door and the main part of the room are.

I had to trust.

Trust that nothing could happen that I could not handle.

I believe I now have a new religion. But I couldn't figure out if Mistress was my Goddess or some Demon that I had to appease and I really believed in myself.

It did not matter though. It all came down to the same thing. Or should I say, it all came down to the same options - none.

I could feel the cage shake as Char took the padlock off the back. (Front?) Strangely, I don't even remember it going on. I guess I was a bit overwhelmed.

"Good morning Sweet Whore!" As soon as Char opened the cage door, "Head and hands inside the ride at all times!" He announced as he placed two giant hands around my small little 19" waist. I quickly brought myself fully into the cage.

I was not brought out very far, when I was turned over. Char reached for my large lips and took all the moisture he could find from my clit down. It was a lot. I could feel rolling off me and gliding off like a snail trail, not like water dripping from a faucet - even if it was that fast sometimes. Soon I could hear the sounds of someone playing in shallow water, like in a sink as it is emptying. Only they were not. It was Char moving my own vaginal secretions to cover my ass. I was the sink. I was blushing so hard.

Next, Char stopped using his hand. He used his cock to slide from the top of my slit to my asshole. Then he plunged right in. While I gasped, my body shivered in enjoyment right away.

Char reached under me and grabbed my two long inner lips to see how far they would stretch. knew my body as well as he knew his own. I came so hard, with a shake that shook the entire bed, as that was the top of the cage.

While I came, Char turned me over again. I didn't know that was possible! He pulled out a bit, but I don't think it was completely. I could feel my stretched out asshole still being punished beneath him as the shakes and shivers announced my "little death."

As I was on my knees with my ass prominently displayed on top, Char pulled me out of the small cage.

His cock had me anchored to him. As if he were a tree that caught me while he was growing. (Ever see those items stuck in the middle of live trees?)

My hands were behind his neck. Stuck there, inside each other. Lifting my breasts as high as they could go because he was so much taller than I.

His hands were on the inside of my thick muscled thighs. As he spread my thighs apart, I remained an active participant in fucking my ass on his stiff cock.

I held my knees stiff and straight while he pulled my thighs even wider. My mouth was anything but quiet, even though I did not say a word. I was telegraphing everything I felt. Every time Char hit just the right spot up my ass... I could definitely cum from anal alone, and did, more than once, while I squirted and re-lubed Char's cock for him. "Sabine or Lottie, any interest in a cunt or mouth?"

Sabine. That was strange to hear. I knew that was Mistress' name. In fact I had called her that once upon a time. But I had not heard or said that name in so long ....

And I was not about to say it as her cunt filled my mouth. Mmmm, no hand tricks for me this time. I think I better stick to my mouth.

As Lottie just started licking the underside of my clit, I was wondering if I should just do everything as it happened to me.

A little foreplay and licking along all of the lips. Lick under the clit again but make it a circle around the clit. Then dive right into that hole with the whole length of your tongue. Goddess, Lottie knew what she was doing. I sure hope Mistress liked what I did. She was giving every indication that she did. This was the best I could do while being jostled about and speared to orgasm by Char's cock in my ass at the same time. And being brought to orgasm by Lottie as she did similar to me. I might have veered from her path because I went from feeling what she was doing to cumming. Just cumming. I could not tell what she was doing, at all.

The best part is the cum ... well yeah that is usually the best part but in this case, it is a group thing. Char's thick cock pulsed inside my ass. That made my body and especially my cunt squeeze a few times in orgasm too. Which caused Lottie to start moaning and get her face down perfectly. So now I was on my 4th orgasm, with Mistress riding my face while I screamed and moaned directly into her open vagina. I knew she could feel every vibration. Mistress came while I sucked her clit and touched it - lightly - with my teeth.

"Hey this was fun and all but the whore and I have an appointment to keep."

Women started peeling off of Char. Being the whore, I wouldn't have minded being late for this appointment. I had a bad feeling about it.

I especially had a bad feeling when I was given a one piece sundress and the skirt went to my mid-thigh. My shoes were cute little ankle boots but with an excessively high 5 inch stiletto heel.

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That first appointment was a specialist. Which is why it was so important to keep.

It was a Leather Shop but their jewelry section included a jeweler that would help with permanent jewelry of all sorts.

Here Char informed me that Mistress was purchasing (with the money that I earned and was now hers because as her slave, what I "owned" was hers - that was part of the original agreement not the second one that we just agreed to) a set of bangles for me. The cuffs looked like bangles except for the fact that I would have one on each wrist, which made them look like what they were, cuffs. Maybe that was just me.

These were shiny stainless steel. But they did look like maybe they could be silver. They also had small loops spaced around the band evenly over every inch. The loops do look decorative and not functional. They are very functional. To make them of the most use, they had to be welded on.

Because my thumb goes into the middle cupping of my hand, I can get anything that fits my wrist over my hand. But the specialist had multiple ways to prevent this immediately. Char called Mistress for input before they did anything. Mistress settled on a rounded bar that goes on the inside of my thumb as a downward facing "u" attached to the cuff on both ends. It didn't sound like it would work to me, but it did because it was always in the way when I moved my thumb in. The welded cuffs were going nowhere.

Char looked at the collars but apparently was not seeing what he wanted or what Mistress wanted. He spoke very quietly to the specialist. He came up with a box from under the counter. I was called over because there was discussion about my neck. Though, I did not know which one exactly that Char had mentioned, these were all far less "nice" than the ones on display. I saw a twisted stainless steel cable in plastic sheathing, heavy dog chain, barbed wire, and a few others that were less polished.

I was still admonished to say nothing until said otherwise by my Mistress. She was not here, I was not to have an opinion on anything. I now knew why she wasn't here. She didn't have to deal with me pleading to speak.

The stainless steel cable went around my neck and my knees almost gave out. I fell against Char. He was surprised but he can take my weight. And he is pretty good at just reacting to surprises.

The specialist laughed happily. "They say it is like a wedding dress. When you have the right one, you KNOW it immediately."

"It very much looks like that." Char turned to me. "Don't pass out on me, we have more appointments today."

I soon had the Stainless steel cable locked around my neck with a padlock that sat up vertically. This meant that it could not look like a jewelry item sitting horizontally, like any other larger charm. It definitely looked like the padlock it was, as it sat under my chin with the bottom of the lock facing up for everyone to see. It takes a standard size key. This was not a playful lock, like some luggage locks.

"When you go to work you can put the lock in the back." Char told me.

I looked at him quizzically and slowly raised my palms. Does Mistress say so too?

"Why would you ever need to talk?" Char turned to the specialist and asked. "Do you know what she said?"

"Not exactly because I don't know her circumstances but I caught the jist of it. And you did say you were calling her Mistress earlier. My guess is she is asking if her Mistress thinks that too."

After even the specialist knew what I was saying, I was wondering if maybe Mistress wouldn't let me ever talk again! But I also realized I had to stop worrying about everything. That is what this was about. I do not need to worry. I just need to be and do what I am told. I took a deep breath.

"Good little whore." Char kissed the top of my head.

The specialist asked Char, "Can you make any decisions about that little whore's activities?"

Char's face broke out into a slow gleeful smile. "I can make a lot of them." And then Char squeezed the bottom of one of breasts. His voice changed to his deep growl, "Isn't that right, whore?"

Well, he was definitely looking for an answer and Yes, Mistress was always ok so I had to figure that this one would be ok too. "Yes, Master."

Char didn't even bat an eyelash at my calling him Master but bit my shoulder. That means I was good.

"Oh, I was going to ask anyway but now surely I have to. Is there a possibility of playing with her a bit or having sex with her?" The specialist asked Char.

I am guessing this was discussed among my "family of dominants" because Char said yes. To both. I ended up taking a decent flogging. That is one of my favorite activities. I am loud but the owners of the shop said it was a Leather Store so there was nowhere better for those sounds.

Flogger thudding on my back, deep moan. On and on. It is like a deep tissue massage to me. It hurts but it is the best kind of hurt. And afterwards the skin is just warm and maybe a little bit sore to remember that something happened.

Then the specialist took me in a small section that is really intended for sex. I was on my knees. It felt like paying for the flogging. Which I would happily do with much more than one oral!

But apparently we had to leave for our next appointment. Also apparently not far away, as we were walking and not taking the car.

As we left, Char smiled at me, "Master?"

I literally rolled my eyes.

He just laughed. "I am just teasing you. Oh, this is it."

He walked into a Tattoo Shop for our second appointment of the day.

Why was this not a surprise?

"We have an appointment for a few things today. This is Omega."

I blinked. I stared at Char but he was ignoring me. I knew that he knew I was staring at him because he just gave me a new name.

The man at the desk Char was talking to was the actual tattoo artist. I tuned out as they decided what I would have and where.

We moved from the counter to his chair. The smaller man with the needle was getting ready to do the tattoo, turned my head toward Char.

It was only then that I realized this would be a neck tattoo. Oh boy. As he moved my hair out of the way and cleaned the spot with alcohol, I jumped. I also realized that this was going on in an erogenous zone.

"Woah! Are you ok with this tattoo? You have not said anything."

Char opened his mouth to answer.

"Sir, I do understand the situation but I still need to make sure she is ok with it.

Char did answer then, with a real smile. "Totally fair, sir."

Char did not tell me that I could talk but I know what words I am always allowed to say. "Yes, Sir. I am ok with the tattoo! It was just cold."

"Ah. Ok, I was just nervous not having heard your voice and knowing that you are a slave."

"Yes, Sir." And I looked at Char to see if I could say more. He gave that barely dip of the head that was so subtle and domineering - it just proves how much control he has. "I very much understand and appreciate your concern, sir. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. I wish everyone would really understand our position. Ok. So is placement good?"

It was on my neck but back towards my earlobe. Char had one small correction, "The one foot towards her face, should be on her jawbone. Then adjust the rest to fit.

"It's going to hurt right on the bone." To make sure I was aware of the conversation, the tattoo artist grabbed my arm as he said this. I am glad he did because I was not listening. But I was now.

"That doesn't matter. It is the best placement. Other placements are too obvious if she ever wants to get a different job."

"Omega, are you sure that you can take it?"

I looked at Char in fear.

Char laughed, "I know she can take it."

I nodded.

The tattoo artist got to work. I don't know what the finished product was meant to be. He stopped after doing some work on my neck and at that soft sweet spot by my ear, then some on the jaw bone, which didn't feel great but I guessed would hurt when he went back over it?

"Ok, just a bit more to do and all of that is on the easiest part."

It was the easiest part. "But I thought you said it was going to really hurt? Is there more?"

"Um. Ok. So I didn't consider what you might do for fun." He smiled with one side of his mouth and winked.

"No more tattoos today. But yes." Char answered. "Maybe you want to see what you look like."

I nodded my head. Char helped me up off the chair and whispered in my ear. "Now that is too chatty. If it is not reassuring someone and starting with "yes, sir" or 'yes, ma'am' then it doesn't need to be said."

"Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Master"

Char said nothing. He pointed out a line on my face that was clearly a thick black line with a bit of curl up on the end. Then he moved my hair and pushed my face to the side. It was an omega symbol. I loved it! Though I kind of wish that the center was a different color from the outline. Maybe I will get a different color outline at another time. I can always talk to Mistress about it. ... sort of.

"Now over to the piercer."

That sounded so unoriginal. Tits and clit I was guessing. I mean we all know how that goes.

Char only had my labia pierced. Three times on each side. But for jewelry, instead of rings, there were small and very real padlocks in each and every hole.

This was too much for one day.

I felt the locks between my legs with every step I took. I was fine until I got those. I don't know if they are the problem or if they are just that last step, because then I looked at my hands and the pieces going behind my thumbs.

We were in the car heading home and Char could tell that I was kind of fixated on the padlocks in my labia and the strips going behind my thumbs.

"You think those make you feel owned, wait until you see how you feel after your clitoral hood is removed."

My eyes went wide! My mouth hung open. I made noise - a strangled squeak.

"Not removing the clit, just the hood. So that every movement, every small small breeze, you feel everything right on that large clit of yours."

I started hyperventilating.

"Shhh. Just do as you are told. It might never happen."

Char planted the seed in my mind and the devices I had now were not so bad.