TRAFFIC AND STREET NOISES CREPT WITH THE MORNING LIGHT, THROUGH THE HALF OPEN WINDOW.
"Coffee! Get me coffee !" groaned Zelda as she pushed the slut off the bed.
"Yes Mistress" yawned Shirley as it crawled to its feet and dragged its sleepy carcass into the kitchen.
It raided the biscuit tin and charged the expresso machine. While it waited for it to get up steam the slut went through to the wet room and stood under the shower.
Gaining consciousness it became aware of the soars across its buttocks.
As it toweled itself down, it noted the unusual colours in the love marks.
It recognized them as , for the first time, actual tattoos !
"Christ ! " It exclaimed. "When did that happen ?"
The slut was puzzled. But it thought they looked erotic and it knew that they were there for life.
Later, over breakfast Shirley quizzed Zelda on the subject.
Zelda, in a matter of fact manner, said
" They are for your Master. But every time you look at them, I know you will think of me."
"I will Mistress."
"You see my sweet little male cunt pig. I love you very much. But you belong to your Master. You are his collard slut. Your flesh is his. I am only borrowing your body for a while. Soon you will be gone from me and that hurts."
"Your slut would be happy if its Mistress and its Master were partners.
It could then be shared " commented Shirley.
"May be, some day " Zelda mumbled under her breath.
"and pigs will fly"
She dismissed the slut while she read the papers.
Shirley cleared the table and continued with its duties around the flat.
Zelda watched occasionally as it sorted the washing and other basic household chores that are part of a slut's duty.
T.B.A.
