Summer Surprise

“It sounds as if I need to know more than I think I do. It’s not all do this, don’t do that.”

“Not a bit. We’ll talk about it after Erin’s scene if she wants to continue. I should look after my other slut now. We’ll talk to you later. Take the rest of your pizza.”

Chloe let them out and locked the door. Dianne was already curled on the bed with Matt wrapped around her. Chloe joined them.

“How is my little slut doing?”

“Good, Mistress,” Dianne said sleepily, “real good.”

They got a phone call shortly thereafter. “Hey, Erin, did you forget something,” Matt said.

“We forgot to get Dianne’s school schedule,” Erin said.

Matt knew her schedule well and gave it to Erin who wrote it down.

“Thanks, Matt,” Erin said. “Tell Dianne she can expect to wear a face full of cum to one of her classes this week.”

“Tell her yourself,” Matt said. “I’m sure she’d appreciate hearing it from you.”

“Hand her the phone.” Erin waited until Dianne said hello. “Plan on wearing some of my cum on your face this week, Dianne. Probably some of Barbara’s too, though not on the same day.”

Dianne felt the shivers up and down her spine, imagining going to class so adorned. “Thank you, Erin. This slut would be honored to wear your cum.”

Erin laughed and hung up the phone.

Chloe kissed Dianne. “Spoken like a true slut.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I think your Mistress would like to lick my cunt in a sixty-nine while Matt fucks my ass if you’re not too tired.”

“I did say I would never refuse sex to either of you, Miss Chloe.”

“So you did. On the bottom now. Matt, use some lube and get us a wet towel.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Matt said.

“Be careful what you say, Matt. I might give you an ass fucking the next time they deliver pizza.”

Matt laughed, but he got up to get what they needed. Dianne climaxed several more times that night before she collapsed exhausted and went to sleep.

******

They got up and immediately after breakfast the next morning, Chloe and Dianne went to a salon to have Dianne’s pubic hair waxed off. An older woman, perhaps 40 or so, a little on the plump side was the person who’d be doing the waxing.

When Chloe attempted to enter the room where Dianne was going to be waxed, the attendant said the procedure required privacy.

“Tell her, Dianne.”

“Yes, Miss Chloe. The woman with me is my Mistress. She owns the cunt I’m having the hair removed from. She wishes to see that you do a good job as she’s paying for its removal. I would appreciate it if she’s allowed to watch.”

“She owns your cunt?” the woman asked.

“Yes, Miss. I signed it over to her last night, voluntarily. This collar around my neck is her symbol of ownership. She has control of it now. It is her decision her cunt be free of hair. Please allow her to stay.”

The attendant looked at Chloe who smiled sweetly at her. “Think ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’ and not ‘Gone With the Wind’ slavery and you’ll know what we’re talking about. Besides, I understand it’s quite painful, so I’d like to hold her hand.”

“Oh, I see. Of course.”

“Remove your dress, Dianne. Show the nice woman what she’s working with.”

Dianne removed her dress. She had no underwear on. The attendant put some paper down over the dentist type chair. Dianne got onto the chair and spread her legs. She was already aware of how wet her pussy was.

“You see these little hairs around her anus?” Chloe pointed to the offending hairs. “I own this asshole too, and I’d like those removed as well. I’d like it to be nice and smooth when I lick it.”

Dianne blushed, even though Chloe seemed unaffected saying it. She was used to reciting lines. Dianne supposed this was just another line.

The woman finally smiled. “As smooth as a billiard ball.”

The woman, who identified herself as Sam, as in Samantha, started heating up the wax.

“Dianne’s vagina is quite wet,” Sam said.

“It’s okay to call it a cunt. Slaves have cunts as opposed to vaginas or pussies. I suppose a twat or gash is okay too, but cunt works well to remind her she’s merely my slave.” Chloe said. “Dianne enjoys spreading her legs for new people, don’t you Dianne?”

“Yes, Miss Chloe.”

“Tell me, I’ve never had one of these done,” Chloe said. “What’s the customary tip for one of these procedures?”

“Normally, twenty percent.”

“Just a minute.” Chloe sent off a text. She got an immediate response.

“Her boyfriend was wondering if you’d be willing to accept a ten percent tip if my slave licked your vagina to orgasm? We’re both students and don’t have a ton of money, but I do have a slave who’s willing to do almost anything, isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Miss Chloe.”

“Boyfriend?”

“I understand the confusion, but she does have a boyfriend. She is, however, submissive to me. I need to get her boyfriends permission before I let her have sex with anyone else. So, what do you say, twenty percent or ten and an orgasm?”

“Is she kidding?” Sam asked Dianne.

“No, Sam. Mistress is perfectly serious.”

“You see how much wetter my cunt has gotten as we’ve discussed this?” Chloe asked. “There’s practically a puddle under my slave’s ass now. She thrives on this. She squirted last night when I allowed her to cum in front of the pizza delivery boy.”

Sam looked at Dianne, who was blushing even harder.

“Would you have to watch?” Sam asked Chloe.

“I don’t have to. I trust you not to hurt her anymore than the hair removal will, but I’d love to, just to see the look on her face when I make her do slutty things. The look on her face last night was priceless.”

Dianne didn’t know what she wanted more; for the woman to take the twenty percent tip or for her to have to lick her to orgasm. Both of them had appeal to her, assuming the woman was relatively clean. It was wicked and depraved to think she could end up satisfying this woman she’d just met ten minutes ago was making her squirm in her chair. This was so beyond anything in her experience. She wondered why she’d wanted Chloe to be her Mistress. She’d never even considered such a thing before meeting Bill and Evelyn.

Sam asked, “What would you prefer, Dianne?” The choice was now hers.

“The ten percent tip, Miss,” Dianne said, blushing redder than she thought possible. How could she have made such a choice?

“Ten percent it is,” Sam said, sealing Dianne’s fate. “You can stay, Chloe.”

“Thank you. I’ll just take a seat where I can watch her face as she gets you off. It should give you a reasonable amount of privacy.”

Chloe held Dianne’s hand as she was denuded of her pubic fur, squeezing her hand whenever Sam ripped another strip of cold wax off, taking her hair with it. Dianne would give a little squeal each time. Despite the pain, Dianne still found herself aroused by the procedure. Eventually, the front was taken care of, leaving only the hair around the anus. Sam spread some moisturizer on what she’d done so far. Chloe put her hand over the smoothness in front, inserting a finger into the wet mess of Dianne’s cunt. Dianne actually squealed louder for that than when ripping the hair out by the roots. Chloe bent down and kissed it.

“Very nice, Sam, very smooth. I’ll enjoy this slick slit riding on my face. If you get close to cumming, slut, don’t forget to ask for permission first.”

Sam chuckled, becoming used to Chloe’s outrageous comments. She told Dianne to turn over. She used a disinfectant pad on the area first.

“This actually hurts a little more, even though the hair isn’t as thick,” Sam said, spreading hot wax around her rubbery star. She had to maneuver Dianne’s butt cheeks around, spreading the globes to get around the pucker. “I think we all get used to a little tugging on the pubic hair. I mean, let’s face it, you might even tug the hair a little yourself if you’re masturbating. Back here, not so much.”

Sam waited a few moments for the wax to harden, then yanked the wax off and got the biggest yelp yet.

“We won’t fuck my ass tonight, slut,” Chloe said. “That seemed to hurt.”

Samantha used another disinfectant pad and some of the oils and lotions again.

“I’m giving you these salicylic acid pads,” Sam said. “Wipe the waxed area every seven to ten days. They help prevent ingrown hairs and slow the regrowth of the hair.”

“I must say, Sam. My little cunt looks really inviting right now. I’m impressed. Slut, if you do a nice job on Sam and give her a quality orgasm, I’ll let you have one. If you don’t, you’ll be punished when we get home.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’d change the paper on this chair as my slave made quite a mess of it, then lie back and enjoy the ride. I’ll be here behind your head so I don’t see too much of your hoo haw, but get a nice view of my slave’s face when she makes you cum.”

Sam did as Chloe recommended, changing the paper and wiping down the wet spot with a towel. She stepped out of her underwear, a rather plain cotton pair and got on the chair. She pulled up her dress to above her pubes. Dianne was faced with quite the thicket of hair. It appeared the bikini area groomer didn’t bother grooming herself. Perhaps she didn’t see herself wearing a bikini. Dianne leaned forward and spread the hair to get at the slit itself. When she found it, she began licking while inserting a couple fingers up Sam’s vagina, finding the g-spot. Since her pleasure depended on giving Sam pleasure, she took her time and gave Sam a nice leisurely orgasm. Sam yelped almost as loudly as Dianne had when she passed to point of no return. Samantha definitely enjoyed herself. Dianne’s head was clutched against her leaking pussy when she spasmed, depositing a nice coating of cum on Dianne’s face.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Samantha?” Chloe asked.

“Oh, yes, much better than my husband, when he bothers to do it at all.”

“Would you believe a month ago, my slut had never licked a pussy before. I couldn’t believe how much she’s improved. She has gotten a lot of practice recently. She can’t orgasm unless others orgasm first. It gives her incentive, because she really wants to orgasm, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. May I please cum?”

“Of course, you can. You need to take care of it yourself though, and be quick about it. We have a lot of places to go to today. I think we should look at tattoos for my new beautiful cunt.”

Both Chloe and Samantha looked on as Dianne masturbated for them. The fact they were both watching increased Dianne’s arousal and had her cumming in no time. Chloe made her lick her fingers clean. Dianne was allowed to put on her skirt again. Sam gave Dianne a towel to wipe between her legs, but Dianne left the salon wearing Sam’s cum on her face. As Chloe paid the bill, she could see the other patrons looking at her face and wondering if she was trying a new facial mask. Dianne wondered how many of them guessed it was cum.

They met Matt at the tattoo parlor. He was already perusing pictures of tattoos. A heavily tattooed, thin, goth looking girl was waiting on him. She had a nose piercing, eyebrow piercing, and if the bumps on her shirt from her nipples weren’t lying, nipple piercings too. As soon as she greeted Chloe and Dianne, they could also see she had a tongue piercing. Chloe guessed there were others as well.

“Hi, we’re with him,” Chloe said, pointing to Matt. “Have you found anything you like, Matt?”

“A couple of possibles, but nothing that leaps out at me.”

“Miss, perhaps you could help us,” Chloe said. “We’re looking for something for a freshly groomed slave cunt. We’d like something pretty, which still says slut, but not too obvious, like ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ or ‘insert here’. More tasteful, so ten years from now she won’t regret putting me in charge of her pussy. Dianne, lift up your skirt so the lady can see what her canvas looks like.”

It wasn’t out in the street, so not really public, but Chloe was exposing her again. There was one other customer in the parlor and two more inkers. Nevertheless, Dianne lifted her skirt and showed the woman her freshly bald cunt. She held it up for ten seconds until Chloe signaled she could drop it again.

“Lovely cunt,” the woman said.

“We think so,” Chloe replied, “and we’d like it to stay lovely. Any thoughts on the matter. We don’t have time to do it today, so we have a little time to consider the options. Also, do you do piercings here as well. I notice you have a few.”

“Brad, the big guy in the back with the huge beard does most of the piercings. He has the most experience. Since you’re not in a rush, can I think about it for a few days? If you give me your phone number, I can text you a couple ideas.”

“Sounds great. Do you do inking?” Chloe asked as she wrote down her phone number.

“I do.”

“Can you show me some examples of your work?”

She pulled over the book Matt had been looking at and pointed out a dozen pieces of her work.

“Lovely stuff,” Chloe said. “I’m impressed and I’ll definitely let you ink my slave’s cunt. She’ll probably want to reward you with some nice cunt licking. You wouldn’t have a problem with that, would you?”

“Not at all. Can I lick yours while she licks mine?”

Chloe smiled. “I don’t see that being a problem. Since you have a few piercings yourself, do you have any recommendations?”

“How horny would you like your slave to be?”

“She’s already pretty horny. What did you have in mind?”

“A clitoral hood piercing. Something that rubs against the clit as she walks around. I have one and it keeps me on my toes. Vaginal piercings take four to six weeks to heal.”

“Interesting. What about the tongue piercing? I’ve never understood the purpose of tongue piercings. What’s the point?”

“Oral sex. It enhances oral sex whether you’re sucking a cock or licking pussy.”

“Well, my slave does a lot of oral sex, so that’s intriguing. How long does it take to heal?”

“About a month, plus you can expect some tongue swelling.”

“My name is Chloe, and of course you met Matt, and the slave is with girl cum on her face is Dianne. We’re kind of a menage a trois, but I was kind of the plus one. Now, it seems I have a primary roll, but Matt still gets to fuck his girlfriend. What’s your name?”

“Alice. You know the Elton John song ‘All the Young Girls Love Alice’? It makes it easy to remember.”

“Do all the young girls love Alice?”

“I’ve never heard any complaints.” She glanced at Matt. “None from the boys either.”

“My slave needs a fresh coat of cum. How long would she need to lick your kitty to get a look at your vaginal piercing?”

“Five minutes should do it. Ten minutes if you all want to look.”

“Oh, definitely ten,” Chloe said.

Alice led them all to one of the inking rooms where they had both a comfortable chair and a massage type table, depending on what side of your body you were getting inked. She closed the door and tugged down her jeans and g-string panties, hopping up on the chair so they could crowd around her. She had slim, almost boyish hips, and several more tattoos near the vagina. She was shaved except for a tiny triangle of hair on the mons no more than an inch and a half on each side.

There were three piercings on Alice’s vulva, rings through the inner vaginal lips on either side of the vagina and the clitoral hood piercing she’d mentioned. It was a curved bar which ran the length of the hood, with balls on either end. Dianne wondered what it would be like to be adorned with something like that, constantly stimulating her clit.

“I like this one because it’s pretty much rubbing the clit all the time. My panties are usually soaked by noon. They have other types of course, including one through the clit, which I wouldn’t recommend. The other one I considered was a transverse piercing that penetrated the hood just beneath the clitoris.” She pointed to the area she was talking about. “That one tends to push the clit up and out from the body, making it more sensitive to clothes, not to mention tongues, when it’s getting licked.”

“That sounds like what Evelyn had,” Matt said.

“Perhaps I should get one of those,” Chloe said. “Slave, ten minutes for Alice.”

Alice didn’t remove her jeans; she shoved them down to her ankles, brought her feet closer to her buttocks and then spread her knees to give Dianne greater access to her pussy. She put her head back and relaxed as Dianne licked her moist, hot pussy.

“No hands this time, slut. Just mouth and tongue. I still expect you to get her off twice in ten minutes. She’s done half the work for you by having a piercing. If you don’t, Alice may punish you with a ten swat spanking.”

“Yes, Miss Chloe.”

Dianne shivered thinking of the tiny girl she’d just met spanking her. Why was everything Chloe doing to her driving her wild with lust. Did she want Alice to spank her? Would the other people in the store hear the smacks to her ass and come to see what the noise was? Dianne shivered again. She obeyed though, the only thing Dianne used her hands for was to hold Alice’s legs apart as she tended to want to close them as she got close to her climax.

As Alice had said, her piercing constantly stimulated her and her pussy was very wet and Dianne knew she was getting another fine coat of cum on her face. She tried to delay the second orgasm past ten minutes, but Alice was so orgasmic, it was impossible. Even the clit becoming erect and rubbing against the bar in the process was stimulating her even though Dianne attempted to stay away from it. Alice actually had three before Chloe called time, though none of them seemed particularly intense. Perhaps having them so often kept them from building up as Dianne’s had.

“Mistress, I thought I should have given Alice a fourth one in ten minutes she was so orgasmic. Perhaps she should spank me anyway?” Dianne said.

Matt looked at her in astonishment. Chloe inquisitively, but with less surprise given her research into the subject of submission.

“Why don’t you beg Alice to spank you if you want a spanking so bad?”

“Alice, I feel I didn’t give you as much pleasure as I should have. This slut politely begs you to spank my slave ass ten times.”

“Are you sure?” Alice asked.

“If it please you, Miss.”

“Fine, since you ask so politely. Pull your dress up again and bend over the chair.”

Dianne did as she was told and they all watched and waited as Alice pulled her clothes back on.

“Spread your legs a little further apart,” Alice directed.

Dianne obeyed and could feel another trickle of fluids running down her leg from her cunt. Alice smacked her ass good. The resulting clap sounded loud to Dianne’s ears, as did her squeal as the shock and warmth suffused her bottom, seeming to shoot straight to her pussy. Fuck, how did she pack such a wallop into those skinny ass arms and why did it feel so much better than it should. Alice laid a second one on her and Dianne choked back a scream, whimpering instead.

After the third one landed, big, bearded Brad stuck his head in the room. “Are we having a problem in here?”

“No problem,” Alice replied.

Brad could see the woman bent over the chair, her bare ass already red on one side and a small handprint on the other where only one blow had struck. Alice was poised to hit her again, and even as he watched, her arm fell, adding another red print to the less red cheek. Dianne knew another total stranger was staring at her bare ass and drippy cunt and she spread her legs a little wider, inviting his gaze.

“Mistress, permission to cum,” Dianne pleaded, knowing another one would do the trick.

Chloe granted her permission and Alice whacked her and Dianne shuddered through another strong orgasm in front of Brad and Alice. She was both mortified and exultant.

Another smack and whimper and Brad said, “Just checking,” and closed the door again.

The remaining four were anticlimax, except for the heat on Dianne’s ass.

“I see what you mean by your slave being horny already,” Alice said.