THE MASTER WALKED STRAIGHT TO THE SLUT. HIS MANHOOD ERECT and projecting through the white undersized bathrobe which he had borrowed from Zelda. His cock was a large eight or nine inches with a girth to die for. Its full two inch diameter was to be worshiped by any cock lover. Zelda couldn't resist a lascivious glance. "Shit !" she thought "If he decides to ram that down the slut's throat, it will croak!"
The Master picked up the nearest weapon. A riding crop. "He'll do less damage with that. I'd better hide the epee less he will cut the poor little bitch in half !"
He slid out from the robe. No doubt finding it too restrictive. He stood naked and glistening ! Zelda admired his figure. His broad, square shoulders, the curve of a still youthful back that complimented his firm buttocks. His flat stomach and four pack. His proud breast which heaved heavily as he studied the piece of fuck flesh hanging over the back of the Chesterfield. And the great cock that struck out over his thigh muscles! He could take any woman or inclined man he wanted. He had, for the time being, chosen the slut.
But, so had she!
Shirley waited. The slut would soon feel a zap of pain run through its buttocks to its balls. Its lower end would be on fire! The glowing heat would reach the whole of its trunk and down to its feet.
It came ! Preceded by a whistle of air as the crop went for its target.
"Are you still my slut ?"
"Yes Master" the slut replied between its clenched teeth.
Another slash of the crop. The slut wriggled.
"Mistress Zelda !" called the Master. "Would you kindly fix the spreader to its ankles ?"
Zelda obliged, setting its feet about a metre apart.
"Excellent ! Now please hold its head down"
Zelda knelt on the sofa with the sluts head between her knees and her hands on the back of its neck. Movement was now impossible for the slut. It would not be able to avoid what was coming to it, but the feel of Zelda's hands and knees around its neck was exciting and horny. She turned its face to allow its lips to make contact with her thigh. The slut's tongue gained comfort from the taste her flesh.
"Good" said the Master. "Now where was I ? Oh yes ... a bit of interrogation "
The crop descended once more. The slut pushed its face hard against Zelda's knee and wept.
"Are you still my slut?"
"Yes Master."
"Do you want to stay my slut ?"
"Yes Master ! Ahhhh !"
With each question the crop cut into an already bruised bottom. Zelda quietly massaged the sluts neck as it wept into her knees.
Do you want to wear my collar ?"
"Yes please Master"
"Do you know what it means to be collared to a Master?"
"Yes Master"
"Then tell me... in front of a witness "
"It means Master that you own it. and that its flesh and mind is yours, that your slut has no will of its own, that it is not a person. It has no gender but it is a thing to be used as its Master requires. It will be passed to its Master's friends and must pleasure them as its duty.
It can have no ego. It is an object to be used when required.
"Good !" The Master was reassured. "And you are prepared to submit yourself to this and go through with the ceremony of the collar ?"
"Yes Master. Your slut is willing and honoured to be your slut"
"Good ! Then I shall arrange for the "Ceremony of the Collar" to be held shortly. There are some nice venues from which to choose for such an event. T.B.C.
