I arrived back at the cabin in the early evening and, after parking the car, went into the cabin. Sow, gloriously nude, was asleep on the couch, my crude chastity belt still fixed around her hips. The insides of her voluptuous thighs glistened with pussy juice, and she had obviously decided to keep her sex stimulated the whole time I was away. I could not blame her, given the lewd and submissive joys I had ben able to experience, that she had had not had access to. She was going to be so jealous when I described my experiences to her. I quickly stripped, my prick already stiff and aching at the sight of her voluptuous charms.

I took out my key and as carefully as possible, endeavouring not to disturb her, removed sow's crude chastity. The lovely submissive was just beginning to stir when I pressed my face into the juncture of her thighs and soul kissed her glorious cunt split. My agile tongue teased her burgeoning girl prick avidly while she regained consciousness. Her hands drifted down to my head, and pushed my face further into her drooling swamp as soon as she was fully awake, and I worked tirelessly until her pussy spasmed with pleasure, and fed my hungry maw with a piquant deluge of female sexuality.

I lifted my face away from her crotch, my beard glistening with her juices and smiled up at her. The excited girl dragged me up onto the couch next to her and cried, "Tell me everything, darling piglet! Tell me everything while I suck you off!" Her mouth engulfed my rigid prick, and she began to suck it passionately while I related the course of my adventures of the preceding days. When I described the two sexually submissive scenes I had had the pleasure of taking part in her sharp teeth bit my throbbing cock petulantly, punishing me for having so much fun while she was condemned to her solitary pleasure.

We engaged in a bout of unbridled sexual lust that lasted well into the night. When we lay on the bed, exhausted, and sated for the moment, I outlined my plan of action. Sow's excitement grew and grew, and when I expressed my fears about how many things could go wrong she would not hear of doing anything but surrendering to our fate, no matter what it might be. I suppose that having spent a year of my life being denied satisfaction of my urges I was less anxious to risk all on one possibility, but sow, of course, prevailed, and we decided to go ahead with the plan.

The next morning we cleaned up the cabin. I left a note for the owner thanking him for the hospitality and we left. If we had to return nothing would have been lost, but if we didn't at least the owner of the cabin would not be suspicious of any strange, or unusual occurrence surrounding my disappearance. At the village I hid sow in the back of the car while I filled up with gas, and let the storekeeper know that I was leaving. As soon as we left the tiny village I released sow from her hiding place and we were on our way.

I could not shut sow up throughout the trip. She kept chattering away at how she was going to make up for lost time as soon as we arrived. She would not hear of any need to be careful, and was determined to surrender herself to any dominant who wanted to use us as a pair. I had no choice in the matter, she said. It was settled. We were never again to be separated. And if she wanted to suffer at the hands of a sadist, then I would have to go along, no matter what it involved. I smiled at her reckless enthusiasm. She had had twelve months of captivity to look back on where few of her deep seated needs had been catered for, but also for which she had had no choice. I, on the other hand had enjoyed no such environment, and consequently still harboured some sense of caution.

When I had tried to explain my reservations about putting all our eggs in one basket sow would not hear of it. Her sense of submission was obviously more acutely honed than mine, and her craving for domination more intense. After all, she had not, for many years now existed in a state of both physical and mental freedom, as I had. But her avid enthusiasm was infectious, and by the time we reached the outskirts of Natchez she even had me totally convinced that we should accept whatever fate had in store for us.

Sow's excitement grew and grew as we drove through the streets of Natchez, towards my motel, and she was able to see the crowds walking the streets, many dressed in their erotic leather finery. She looked down at her own shapeless, tentlike dress and exclaimed, "When we get to the motel the first thing I'm going to do is burn this ugly thing. No amount of argument on my part was going to change her mind on this point. I must admit her argument was compelling. "I'm a complete slut, darling. You know I am. I can't get around hiding what I've got to offer, now can I. How are prospective Master's and Mistresses going to recognise my harlot yearnings, and submissive longing if I can't flaunt my erotic charms shamelessly for their inspection."

I played my last card in this particular argument by telling her that our costumes would achieve this adequately, but she rejoined, petulantly, "I'm not going to stay locked up in a motel room all the time in a place like this, only venturing out at night when we set ourselves up for your weird Master. I want to explore everything, and I refuse to get around in this vile thing!" I pointed out to her that it was all she possessed, and not withstanding the nature of the town, you were not allowed to wander around entirely naked, in fact citizens were not permitted to display their sexuality naked on the streets at all. The wearing of scanty and erotic attire was encouraged in public, but there were limits that held true until people actually entered a club or night spot, where all restrictions were lifted. This obvious fact at first had sow stumped. But then we passed a clothing store and she cried out to me to stop the car.

Sow demanded some money and then leapt out of the car and made for the store. I sat in the car and waited for her to return. When she did she had a small parcel in her arms. She got back in the car and I drove off again. Soon we were parked at the motel and had gone to our room. As soon as we were inside sow stripped naked and told me to do the same. I, of course, was only too happy to comply. We then had a long hot shower together. While we were under the cascading water sow shaved off my beard, and made the comment that we should shave our groins also, but I interjected that I thought that this was something we should allow any prospective owners to decide about, and she finally agreed that I was probably right.

After our shower, and while our hair was drying sow opened up her parcel and revealed that she had not only catered for her needs, but also mine. For me she had bought a tank top, several sizes too small for me, and a brief pair of shorts. For herself a "T" shirt and shorts. She had also purchased a pair of scissors, needles and thread. She attended to her own costume first. She drew the "T" shirt over her chest and then told me to cut it off close to the bottoms of her huge tits, making sure that ample amounts of their bottoms would be visible. I took the scissors and did what I was told. When I had finished, and sow inspected the results in the mirror the sight was gorgeously sexy.

The light material was stretched over her massive mounds. Her thick rubbery teats were clearly evident under the cloth, and would become even more so when they were aroused. The bottoms of each large tit protruded about three inches below the edge of the cloth. She walked around the room a few times and I saw that the friction of the cloth against her nipples soon had them turgid with excitement, and even more graphically highlighted by the material. It was also almost unbearably erotic, the way her heavy tits moved about with her gait, and the visible bottoms of the gorgeous globes bounced with each step.

Satisfied with her top sow then pulled on her shorts. They were extremely tight and fitted her like a second skin. I was surprised when, after a quick inspection of their effect, both front and back she stripped them off again. She took up the scissors and carefully sliced out the material at the rear of the garment, cutting close to the seems at both the sides and the rear. She then did a similar job on the front of the shorts, but this time leaving slightly more material in place. When she put the shorts back on the change was both electrifying, and extremely erotic. The gorgeous cheeks of her bottom were now left completely bare, and in the front the skimpy material still left barely covered the lips of her delightful sex, and profuse wisps of her silky pussy hair escaped from either side of the thin strip of cloth.

Sow inspected herself again in the mirror, and decided she was happy with the results. She then went to work on my costume. I pulled on the small tank top and sow cut off its bottom to a level just below my pectoral muscles. She the did a similar job to my shorts as she had done with hers, not even bothering, in my case, to have me wear them first for measurement purposes. Then she cut a series of thin strips from the sections of cloth she had cut off her shorts, and sewed a cluster of three loops into the gusset of my ludicrously brief ones , and three more, evenly spaced out up and off to one side of the front of the skimpy garment.

All through this we had become highly aroused, and our passions, as usual, got the better of us. We collapsed on our bed and fucked slowly and languidly, drawing out our pleasure. I made sow climax three times before allowing myself to join her in an outpouring of mutual ecstasy. Afterwards we lay on the bed, our bodies slowly returning to normal calm, and the sweat slowly drying on our skins. Suddenly sow leapt up and exclaimed that she was starving. She found a town attractions leaflet on a coffee table and was soon perusing it to find a place to eat.

I was trying to get some rest when sow squealed with delight and jumped up onto the bed with the pamphlet opened to a particular page. She roughly shook me to get my attention crying out in excitement, "Oh, piglet, darling! I've found a perfect place to eat! Look at this!" I grudgingly opened my eyes to look at what had gotten her so excited, and I must admit it caused my pulse to quicken as well. The advertisement was for a boutique cafe that catered for submissives exclusively, although its unique services were actually targeted towards dominants.

The establishment was called "The Slave's Delight" It offered wholesome home cooked meals with added attractions for dominants, who wanted to treat their slaves to something a little different. The eatery featured two separate eating environments. The first was described as the bondage room, and offered to place its clients in a wonderful range of severe bondage postures while they ate. It was the other advertised room that aroused my attention however. The block of text read:

"Has your slave's level of submission been less than satisfactory lately? Is your slave in need of a dose of extreme humiliation? Does your chattel need a refresher lesson in servility? If any of these are the case then the Subjugation Chamber is the place. While we feed your slave a hearty repast, we subject it to an illuminating experience in radical humiliation, accompanied by an equally harsh lessen in obedience and subservience. Why not have your slave visit us for its next meal. While you are out enjoying yourself, we will take care of its needs, and deliver it back to you well fed, and with a renewed sense of its total submission to you."

What really caught my eye was the small photograph of the cafe's proprietors at the bottom of the brochure. It was the two black dominant's that I had had my experience with in the "heavy" night club two nights earlier. I was sure that little sow would be delighted to spend some time in their tender care, but I was reluctant to risk not being at the club, in case we missed the real reason for our being here in the first place, and took pains to explain this to sow. She was so excited by what she had already seen of Natchez, that she was already arguing the case for us to forget about the strange Master, and to just live here permanently. If we found some permanent dominants to take us in hand, all the better, but if not we could just play the field, and earn a living in submission.

I took great pains in reminding her of the vindictiveness of our previous owners. While the principality might not actively work to betray our presence to them, what was certain was that this place would not only be a attraction to visitors from our country, but more importantly, for visitors of our culture. It was beyond the realms of fantasy that our presence here would be revealed to our owners, and probably sooner rather than later. I was also at pains to make her realise that it was now not just them that we had to worry about now, but also the owners of a certain strip club not all that far away.

I could tell from the pout of her lips that sow knew I was right, but, never the less, was not happy about it. In order to placate her I agreed not to entirely rule out a visit to the bizarre cafe, if we were able to manage it without risk. To take her mind off our argument I proudly showed off the costumes I had purchased for us to wear when we visited the club that was frequented by the strange Master. Sow inspected the collection of leather straps, and stretch velour material that made up the body parts of the outfits with excitement clear in her eyes. She was also impressed with the latex rubber hose, and especially the stiletto heeled pumps. But she informed me that something important was missing, and that we would have to go out to a shop to attain it. She would not tell me what she had seen missing, no matter how much I cajoled her.

I realised, of course, that sow, having been held in captivity indoors for so long, needed to get out and about, not just to see other people, but to show herself off as well. I gave in, and said that we could go out for a quick bite, and to pick up this mystery item we seemed to missing from our ensembles. Sow giggled with glee, and rushed out into the other room to put on her erotically enhanced street clothes. I called out to her that we had better have a quick shower first, given what we had just spent a couple of hours doing. Her reply was both quick, and revealing in terms of her nature, "What's wrong with you piglet. Have you forgotten that you and I are utter sluts and complete harlots. If we can't go around exuding the aroma of our depravity, then we aren't going to make very good sex sluts and slaves, now are we?"

I could, of course, do nothing but agree. I had been out of the culture for too long, and both my submissive, and ability to lose myself in lewd debauchery, certainly needed reinforcing. Perhaps a visit to the slave's cafe was just what I needed. When I entered the other room sow was already dressed, and what a sight she made. Her enormous tits thrust so arrogantly against the skimpy, cut down top, teats clearly evident, and the rounded bottoms of each gloriously huge tit so alluringly visible. Her voluptuous arse slabs were bare and gorgeous, and she had combed out her pussy hair so that copious quantities of it escaped from the edges of the gusset of the shorts.

She ran over to me and quickly drew the shortened tank top over my chest. She then helped me to don the shorts she had modified for me. She bent to my groin and fed each of my big balls through one of the cloth loops she had sewn into its gusset, and the thick rope of my prick through the third one. She then fed the length of my cock through the other three loops, so that it was held against the material of the shorts. When she was satisfied she pulled the shorts up tightly and zipped them up. She finished off by combing large clumps of my pubic hair out from the edges of the material.

I looked at myself in the mirror and flushed hotly, with sensations of delicious shame. I was going to be seen in public with my muscular arse cheeks hanging out of my pants, with my huge prick and fat balls not only clearly outlined by the thin material, but also seen to be in a mild form of bondage. Just thinking about it caused my lusts to be raised, and my prick swelled until the cloth tapes bit into its swelling pole, the tapes themselves clearly visible. It was just gorgeous, and sow was so pleased with herself. She grinned at me, impishly, "Now that's how a male slut should present himself in public, darling. Leaving no one who sees him in any doubt that he is anything but a lewd harlot who lives for wanton depravity and lewd submission."

Once again the little submissive vixen was completely correct. My heart pounded with servile lust at the completely licentious sight that I made. My submissive sexuality, and pride in it, was explicitly on display in the skimpy costume. Anyone inspecting me could only come to the conclusion that I was a compliant sex slut just begging to be used. We left the motel room and walked towards the main street. We had an arm around each other's waist, and a hand cupped one of each other's bare bottom cheeks lasciviously, while we sauntered along.

Once we made the main street we certainly attracted plenty of attention from the passing crowds. We revelled in our humiliation, and, if anything, flaunted our lewd eroticism with more exaggerated, and sensually revealing movements. My prick was aching by this time, and could be seen to visibly flex against its mild, but erotic bondage. From time to time the lascivious sow would deliberately raise her arms to reveal more of her gigantic tits to a passer by, and revelled in the envious looks she got from both submissive, and dominant women, not to mention the reaction of pure desire her erotic sensuality elicited from the male population.

I guided us towards the club we were to frequent until we caught the attention of the bizarre Master. When we got there I was dumbfounded to read a notice that informed prospective patrons that the club was closed for renovations. My heart pounded with fright, to have come so far for this disappointment was too much to bear. I breathed a sigh of relief, however, when I read that the closure was only for one night, and it would be business as usual on the next evening. I had been afraid that if it was to close for any real length of time the eerie Master might decide it was not worth sticking around on this trip, and I knew from the bar tender I had first questioned that he only made an appearance once a year.

Sow, however was excited by this delay in our plan. "Now we can go to that cafe, can't we piglet?" she begged enthusiastically, "We can, can't we. Please, sweet piglet! Please!" I made a show of considering her plea, just to tease her really, but she thought I was serious, and again became petulant, "Anyhow, if your behaviour over recent days is anything to go by you could certainly use a lesson in humility and submission, couldn't you!" Then she changed tack and became a wheedling little girl again, begging for her own way. I finally gave in, and she leapt up into my arms, wrapped her full thighs around my bare waist, and planted a sloppy kiss of joy on my mouth, much to the delight and entertainment of the people around us.

It was beginning to get dark when we finally located the restaurant we sought. We had decided to visit this establishment before we went shopping for the item sow had insisted was missing from the ensembles I had purchased. This was OK by me, because I too was getting hungry, and not just for food either. Spending a few hours as a sex object did wonders for my libido, and I craved a serve of degradation almost as much as sustenance. We went into the reception area of the cafe and approached what appeared to be the maitre "D".

The maitre "D" was a tall white male who looked to be dressed in a shiny rubber tuxedo from the angle of sight I first had of him. But when the creature turned to greet us it became clear that he, or was it she, was attired like one of those cabaret acts were the artiste dressed as a man on one side, and a female on the other. The female side was also a costume of rubber. A low cut gown clearly exposed what could not have been anything but a real flesh and blood tit bulging out of its top edge. And from a similar bulge under the tuxedo top, I surmised that the person was female. When we were close enough to see below the waist we were in for yet another surprise. The formal dress stopped at the waist, and a relatively small, but perfectly shaped prick arched stiffly up from a smooth hairless crotch.

My mouth flooded with moisture at the sight of the gorgeous cock, and I was sure that sow had the same reaction to it. It was one of those beautiful pricks that you would just die to get your mouth around if ever you saw one like it. The transsexual's legs were sheathed in sheer latex stockings, and his/her feet were shod in impossibly high heeled shoes. We both stood before him/her, allowing the creature to feast his/her eyes on our erotically stimulating, and deliciously humiliating costumes. "Meals, and other associated activities are one hundred dollars per slave." The lovely transsexual announced, "Have you owners made sufficient provision for this?" he/she asked.

I delved into the waist band of my obscenely brief shorts and extracted two hundred dollar bills which I handed to the marvellous maitre "D". The money was taken from my hand and stowed in a cash drawer. The maitre "D" then asked for what instructions our owners might have given for our instruction, warning us that the establishment retained the right to refuse to handle us if it was thought that those requirements did not meet its high standards. I was about to answer, my brain vainly trying to think of an appropriate response, when sow cried out in a voice laced with excitement:

"Our Master and Mistress have been dissatisfied with the level of our submission recently. They desire us to be both given a severe lesson in accepting a level of humiliation that befits our status. Our Mistress requires that my submission to superior, and dominant arsehole be savagely reinforced, and my Master insists that my brother slave be given a lessen in the appropriate worship, and utter submission to dominant and commanding penis!"

I flushed deeply at her supplication, but my excitement was aroused a further notch by the prospect of the ordeal she had so flippantly sentenced me to. The transsexual absorbed sow's supplication for a few seconds and then signified that the cafe would be only too pleased to accommodate us. He/she pressed a button on the lectern he/she stood before, and then beckoned to us to follow her/him. We both dropped down to hands and knees, and crawled, our bare bottom cheeks mincing sexily, off after the long striding transsexual, into the interior of the cafe. He/she stopped outside a door and turned to face us:

"Strip, sluts!" He/she commanded. We quickly removed the skimpy items of our attire, I having some trouble extracting my swelling prick from the cloth loops that were holding it loosely captive, and handed them to him/her. "Now, while your table is being prepared you will each experience your first taste of humiliation. Each of you is to enter through this door, kneel in the centre of the room, displaying yourselves in lewd and depraved abandon, and read the cue cards that will be provided out loud and clear, and in a voice that leaves no doubts as to your yearning desire to submit yourselves completely. I don't care which of you goes first. But you must wait until the light on the door flashes, signifying that appropriate preparations are completed. Failure on your part to comply absolutely will see you thrown out of the cafe immediately."

With the instructions completed the transsexual strode of, leaving us kneeling, facing the door, and waiting with bated breath for the light to flash. "I'm going first, piglet!" Sow whispered to me, her tone of voice leaving me in no doubt that she would brook no argument on the point. It was fully five minutes before the light began flashing. Sow immediately crawled over, pushed the door open, and crawled into what appeared to be a dimly lit room. Just as the door swung back to close I got a brief glimpse of the room suddenly becoming quite brightly lit. Once the door had closed again I had no idea what was going on inside the room. The sound proofing was excellent.

Sow was closeted in the room for at least another five minutes before the door was nudged open and she crawled back into the passage where I waited. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and a look of sheer submissive elation shone from her wide violet eyes. The teats capping her gorgeous big tits were stiff as steel, and drops of juice glistened in the downy forrest of her pussy hair. She took up her kneeling position beside me, her huge tits rising and falling with the heaving of her chest. The clearly acutely aroused slut did not say a word, which was completely out of character for her, for she usually loved to assail me with explicit descriptions of any exciting things that happened to her. I waited for my turn with increasing excitement. If what happened in that room had rendered my darling sow silent, then it must be truly a wonderful experience.

The light began to flash. I gathered my wits, crawled to the door, and pushed it open. I shuffled into the room, feeling my way in the darkness. As soon as the door had swung back into place behind me I was blinded by brilliant light which then flooded what I discovered was a small circular room. I crawled to a mat positioned in the centre of the room while my eyes gradually grew accustomed to the bright illumination. When I arrived at my destination I reared up on my knees, and was able to better survey my surroundings. My cheeks blushed scarlet, for high up, and all around the circular room were a sea of expectant, and excited faces peering down at my kneeling nudity. The room doubled as a peep show. My humiliation was to be acutely enhanced by it being witnessed by a multitude of complete strangers who had, no doubt, paid handsomely for the privilege.

Almost involuntarily I began to lewdly undulate my hips, swaying the huge, stiff, stalk of my aching prick seductively, and obscenely, at the staring audience. Suddenly a type of holographic image appeared before my eyes. I realised that because it would be invisible to the watchers, the instructions it gave me to perform would actually seem, to them, to be produced by my own perverted imagination. The first instruction it displayed was purely for my benefit, and set the tone for my humiliation, "You will read, out loud, every word of what will be displayed to you, whore. You will not either embellish, or omit, a word. Your tone of voice shall be in keeping with the words you utter, and you will display your sexuality in complete disregard for any form of modesty." I was, of course, already displaying myself in lewd and lascivious depravity, so I continued to do so. A rolling set of statements, designed purely to deepen my sense of shame and humiliation, began to slowly appear on the holographic screen. I put on my most submissive and wheedling voice, and began to read the words, my blushes becoming more and more heated as my acute embarrassment grew:

"I am nothing but a cock sucking whore."

"I adore, above all else, long, hot, thick, stiff, manly pricks."

"I worship with all my heart big, swollen, sap filled balls."

"My happiness is only ever complete when my mouth is permitted to close around the length of a long, hot, stiff, throbbing virile penis, and its precious length is driven deeply into my utterly adoring gullet."

"My joy is only ever absolute when the fat, heavy, juice filled balls that rest on my chin empty their luscious cream down my adoring gullet."

"My harlot mouth exists solely to pleasure the stiff, hot, throbbing, manly penises that I adore with every fibre of my being."

"My trollop gullet exists solely for the purpose of draining the succulent sap from the swollen balls that I so worship with all my soul."

"From this moment on I solemnly vow that:"

"Immediately on being permitted to gaze upon a naked penis and set of balls, regardless of whether they are dominant or servile, I will fall to my knees and express my utter and complete adoration of that hot, stiff, throbbing, length of the penis, and my complete worship of the swollen, sap filled balls riding so full and tight at its thick base, and the succulent cream that they contain."

"Immediately on being allowed to stare in utter adoration a bare prick and balls I will beg and plead to be permitted to give them the pleasure they so richly deserve, with my adulating harlot mouth. I will plead for my eternally yearning throat to be allowed to drain the succulent sap from the balls."

"The very instant that a hot, stiff, thick, throbbing penis reaming out my idolising throat allows its divine balls to flood it with scrumptious man juice, my endlessly worshipping gullet will already be yearning for another to take its place."

"Even when I am not in the presence of a huge, stiff, pulsating, masculine penis, and worshipping its magnificence with every fibre of my being, my dreams will be filled with images of my fawning, utterly submissive nudity kneeling before such a powerful, manly prick, and worshipping it with all my heart and soul."

"From this instant on I am reduced to an existence as a lewd, depraved, and utterly servile harlot whose sole reason for being is to worship, adore, completely idolise, and serve virile cock, and sap filled balls."

"I love to suck on hot, stiff, juicy, virile, manly penis more than anything else in the world."

"I relish draining big, fat, swollen, bloated, cum filled balls of their delicious creamy issue."

"My happiness will only be complete when all males in the universe recognise me for what I am, and treat me according, as a mindless cock worshipping whore, with a mouth dedicated to sucking off juicy prick with mindless devotion for ever and ever."

The obscene, and utterly humiliating litany of submission to prick was repeated ten times. By the time it was over my rutting body was literally shaking with unsuppressed lust. My mind reeled with sensations of submission and humiliation. I was in a state of virtual servile and sexual suspended animation while I blindly crawled towards the door of the room. Images of enormous stiff cocks and tightly packed balls, bursting with sap, dominated my imagination. My taste buds seemed to react to dreams of streams of musky, spicy man cream gushing into my welcoming mouth. I couldn't think of anything else.

I finally managed to exit the room, and crawled over to where sow knelt, hardly acknowledging her presence at all. This was what mind control, brain washing, was all about. I was conditioned, if only temporarily, to yearn only for a hot, stiff prick to worship, only a long, thick, throbbing cock to serve sexually. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realised now why sow had been so silent after her turn in the room of submission and humiliation. She had been subjected to the same bizarre ordeal that I had, except that her fixation was now on dominant arsehole.

We waited silently for the next step in our adventure to unfold. It didn't take long. The tall transsexual walked down the passage towards us, her/his delightful cock still stiff and proud, swaying erotically back and forth with his/her gait. My mouth immediately, involuntarily, flooded with saliva, and my brain ached with longing. Without any conscious decision on my part I began to mewl plaintively, "Sweet Master, I adore your stunningly beautiful, beautiful, beautiful stiff, hot penis!" By the time I had finished uttering this submissive tirade the transsexual stood before me, and his/her erection was only a mere few inches away from my wildly staring eyes. My reaction was instantaneous, "Please! Please! Please! Most adored Master! Fill this grovelling harlot's heart with happiness by allowing him to worship you gorgeous, ravishing, enchantingly beautiful penis!"

The bizarre creature stared down at my grovelling, pleading nudity with a look of pure mocking ridicule on his/her face. He/she slowly inched her way around so that he/she stood between sow and myself. My knees shuffled slowly in time with her movements, I could not bear to let his/her lovely erection out of my sight. Soon sow's equally submissive pleadings began to match my own continuing supplication. She made her deliciously degrading supplications to the transsexual's bottom cheeks, and more humiliatingly, to the pungent arsehole that nestled deep in the crack between them. So there we were, two naked kneeling slaves begging and pleading, in seemingly mindless servility, to be permitted to worship prick and arsehole respectively.

The Transsexual called a halt to our incessant whining and informed me that while we moved off to out "table" I was permitted to demonstrate my adoration of his/her cock. I was not permitted to suck on it, as I so yearned to do, but merely to kiss it with the reverence and devotion he/she would expect from a cock worshipping whore. Similarly, sow was permitted to do the same to the crease between his/her arse cheeks. So we shuffled off on our way, a bizarre trio indeed, me on my knees and shuffling backwards with my lips kissing devoutly up and down the length of the she/male's stiff, jutting prick, and the voluptuous sow struggling along behind, with her face insinuated into the crevasse between the she/male's shapely bottom cheeks.

We entered another room in this demeaning fashion. This was the dining room, although there was no table or chairs as one would have expected, but rather two ornate bondage racks. The transsexual commanded us to cease our demeaning worship of his/her body and then clapped his/her hands once. Immediately two semi nude males rushed into the room and took charge of us. We were efficiently bound to the bondage contraptions, sow being unable to move anything but her head, and I being similarly restricted, but strangely with one arm left completely free. While we were being attended to I was able to notice, with a fresh surge of delicious shame and degradation, that this room too, formed the viewing area for a well populated peep show audience.

As soon as we were ready the transsexual called for the first course of a meal, a prawn cocktail, to be served. The two male attendants disappeared for a few seconds, and then returned wheeling in two strange and bizarre trolleys. Each had a slave, both male, strapped to it. The trolley that was wheeled into position before sow's head had it slave bound with his muscular bottom cheeks pointing straight up. The nature of his tight bondage was such that the well formed slabs were held wide apart. Small, flexible plastic barriers had been glued to his arse split one an inch or so below his anal ring, and the other a similar distance above it. The prawn's bathed in rich red seafood sauce, had been placed in the recess between those two barriers. The slave on my trolley had been fixed so that his stiff cock pointed straight up. Its long stem was held in hollow transparent plastic tube, the last three inches of which flared out into a small dish. This, of course, meant the head of his cock, and perhaps the last inch or so of the stem, was actually in the bowl, although, because of the heap of prawns, I could not see it. My prawns were not, however, seasoned with any form of sauce.

Once my human trolley was in place the male attendant moved up next to it, lowered his tiny leather "G" string releasing a large, obviously highly aroused prick, and adjusting his position so that its ripe plumb like head was poised over my bizarre cocktail bowl. "You may add the sauce to you prawns, cock worshipper." The transsexual instructed. I now, of course, knew why I had been left the use of one of my arms. I reached out and grasped the hot, thick stem of the attendant's throbbing prick and began to sensually stroke it. The male's cock must have been stimulated, close to orgasm, before he came into the room for it only took about ten strokes before the slit at its tip flared, and a huge gob of creamy white ball juice flowed out of it and poured down onto my prawns. While the prick ejaculated I slowly moved it around so the copious streams of musky sex juice liberally coated all of my crustaceans, being sure to squeeze every drop from the softening pole, and wishing that my other hand had also been free so I could have squeezed the man's balls to completely empty them into my bowl.

The attendant moved off as soon as I had emptied his balls over my cocktail, and the transsexual then moved back in front of us. She addressed sow first saying, "You may eat your appetiser now, arsehole worshipping slut, and be sure that your bowl is scrupulously clean, including the crevasse at it base, before you finish." And then addressing me she continued, "You may eat now too, prick worshipping harlot, and make sure that your bowl is totally empty before you raise your face."

Sow's face immediately dipped into the split arse cheeks that formed her bowl, and her mouth went to work on the delicious prawns. I too lowered my face to my dish and began to scoop spunk coated prawns into my mouth. Even had I not been so hungry, I would still have eagerly consumed my degradingly seasoned food. Prawns with man juice sauce is a combination I would gladly recommend to anyone. They were delicious. After a few minutes the bowl was empty, all that remained, sprouting up from its centre, was the thick swollen head of the human trolley's cock. I loving closed my mouth over the tasty meat and sucked on it like the passionate trollop I was. The hot pulsating knob began to swell in my warm teasing mouth, and I knew it was about to reward my erotic efforts with a rich load of spicy ball juice. My reaction to this realisation was to suck harder. My almost instant bonus was a strong stream of man juice splashing into the back of my gulping throat. The cock head spat six more strong jets of aromatic juice into my welcoming mouth before it began to soften, and having been made slippery by my saliva, when it slipped from my lips it retracted down into the plastic stem of the weird dish.

I raised my head, licking the residue of food, and cock cream in particular, from around my mouth. I saw that sow too, had finished her cocktail, and we both waited, expectantly, for the next course of our obscene meal, always humiliatingly aware that we were a constant source of erotic entertainment to the patrons of the peep show seats. The meal consisted of two more courses, and the methods described for the appetiser were repeated, more or less in the same fashion, for each. The gravy for my meat based main course, obscenely it was roasted pig's pricks, came from a cock which I masturbated with my free hand, as did the cream for my dessert. I sucked the cream from two more cocks at the end of each course. Sow also ate each of her remaining courses, the main one being baked pig's arsehole, from slave arse splits.

With the meal completed we were freed from our bondage by attendants, and the transsexual again took charge of us. We were led from the dining room, and off to another location in the building. The transsexual walked behind us, denying us sight of his/her delightful charms. I wondered what else could possibly be in store for us. We were ordered to stop before two closed doors that were quite close together. The transsexual then announced:

"Your specialised lessons in humiliation have been completed, sluts. Now all that remains is to test the results. These tests are to be conducted by the cafe owners. They always personally inspect the results of their staff's efforts, and the well being of we who have conducted your lessons depends on your performance, so don't disappoint me. You may now proceed."

Both sow and I approached our respective doors, pushed them open, and crawled inside. My wide eyes were greeted with the indescribable sight of the huge negro whose mate I had served so humiliatingly at the special club a few nights before. The huge, muscular black was seated in a large armchair. His mighty legs were drawn up so that his feet were resting on the arms of the chair. His legs were widely spread and his arse perched right at the edge of the seat. His enormous prick hung heavily down from his splayed crotch. The incredibly long and thick stem draped sexily over his equally massive balls. The sight of such powerful, and awe inspiring masculinity filled me with blazing desire, and before I knew it, my mouth had flown open and I was almost squealing out my adoration and longing:

"Oh mighty Master! I adore your fantastic prick with all my heart! I worship the fabulously beautiful balls at its glorious base from the depths of my soul! I prostrate myself in perfect submission before the sheer power and potency of your marvellous cock and sumptuous balls, and worship them with flawless adulation!"

While my demeaning ravings poured out the Master showed absolutely no interest. He merely stared down, impassively, at my grovelling nudity, and accepted my mindless, servile worship as if it were a natural every day occurrence. Then he reached down with one enormous hand and grasped the thick stem of his prick and pulled it up away from his balls, "Demonstrate the depths of you worshipping adoration, harlot!" The man snapped. I leant forward, and with perfect submission and utter worshipping joy, planted a series of devoted kisses all over the rough hairy surface of his huge balls. The man then bent his sex stalk back down. His fist squeezed the heavy stem, causing the already enormous cock head to swell and flare even more. "Worship, slut!" The authorative voice snapped. I pressed my lips to the tip of the sex knob with feeling of sexual submission coursing through my body. I devotedly kissed the velvety meat over and over, losing myself in my delicious degradation completely.

After a few minutes the man's hand thrust my face away from his thickening cock, and I stared up at him from my kneeling position and cried out in wheedling, snivelling tones, laced with submissive pleading, "Oh Please, Mighty Master! Please! Please! Please! Permit this low, cock worshipping, slave whore to pleasure your magnificent prick! I know, adored Master, that I'm not worthy of receiving such a privilege, but my heart yearns to please you! I crave the taste of you lovely, gorgeous cock! Please! Please! Please! Let me suck you off, venerated Master!"

The Master let me continue to beg and plead for what seemed an eternity before he made a show of reluctantly giving in to my pleas. I could tell that his reticence was really a sham, because his massive cock had grown to almost its full gigantic size, and visibly pulsated with his growing lust. "Suck me, whore slut!" He roared, "And don't dare waste a single drop of my cock cream, if I decide that the performance of your prick worshiping gullet warrants that I feed it to you!"

I crept forward until I knelt between the negro's wide flung thighs. Delicious sensations of submissive happiness filled my senses. At that moment I wanted to suck the cream from that monster penis more than anything I had ever desired in my life. I cupped his big swollen balls tenderly in both hands while I sniffed up and down his throbbing length like a bitch in heat. A fresh surge of delight washed over me when I finally allowed my eager tongue to lap at the pulsating stalk of lust. My taste buds tingled in pleasure at the flavour of excited male sexuality, and my lapping tongue became more and more lascivious as I sought to give the man as much pleasure as was in my power to impart.

Having teased the throbbing stalk so lasciviously for a while I prepared myself for the ultimate delight. My mouth gaped wide over the flaring cock head and, with shivers of wantonly submissive bliss washing over me, I allowed my lips to close around the hot meat, and used my soft, warm tongue to lave at it in sensual abandon. The strong flavours it exuded overwhelmed all my other senses, and I basked in total servile contentment. I plunged my mouth down on the huge stalk, my jaws aching with the size of the invasion. The enormous cock head drove down my gulping throat, stretching its tender membranes unbelievably. My breath was totally cut off and I had to control my panic while my mouth swallowed more and more of the thick, throbbing pole.

A sense of immaculate triumph flooded me when my nose pressed firmly into the flesh of his lower bell and somehow, unbelievably, incredibly, his entire length was buried down my convulsing gullet. I moved my head around slowly, to increase the pleasure the Master received, as much as to ease the awful ache permeating my impossibly stuffed mouth and throat, and painfully opened jaws. I began to pump my mouth up and down on the throbbing cock with erotic sensuality. When able, my soft tongue lapped and laved at the hot meat in joyous rapture. My fingers caressed the furry balls with exquisite tenderness.

The negro's breathing became increasingly more ragged while my talented mouth stimulated his pulsing prick with persistent sensuality. The mighty cock grew hotter and hotter in my working mouth and gulping throat, and his sap filled balls began to flex uncontrollably against my insistently caressing fingers. When I felt the first signs of his cock convulsing I drew my lips up its length until only the swollen head remained in my mouth. I then used one hand to stroke his stem while my tireless tongue teased and stimulated the sex knob ceaselessly. The mighty prick stem jerked in my stroking fingers. The force of the stream of steamy ball cream that exploded from the tip of his erupting cock was so powerful that it literally drove my tongue to the back of my throat, and my mouth filled with juice. I had the presence of mind, although I don't know how, to seal my lips around the base of the bursting prick head, while my cheeks ballooned obscenely with the sheer quantify of hot, creamy cum pouring into my mouth.

I somehow managed to extract my tongue from my throat, and swallowed wildly. The thick, creamy cum flowed down my gulping throat like a river of liquid sex. The spasming cock head released spurt after spurt of rich, ripe juice at a rate that barely allowed me the pleasure of savouring its delicious flavours before having to swallow it down my convulsing gullet. I lost all sense of time and place while I drank thirstily from the exploding cock. My joy was complete. I had brought this commanding man off, and now I was enjoying the reward I reaped. My hand squeezed and pulled on his pulsating stem, and my fingers rolled his balls as I endeavoured to drain them of every last drop of their potent fluid.

A sense of total satisfaction washed over me when my tongue joyfully lapped away the last trickle of cream that the sated cock was able to give. I kissed the head of the softening prick in total adoration before reluctantly allowing it to flop back into the man's moist groin. I knelt back and began to thank him for allowing me to serve him when his voice cut me off abruptly. "Your re-training, cock sucking whore, is considered a success. Get on your way, back to your owner, and demonstrate what you have been taught!" I backed my shuffling nudity from the room, expressing heart felt gratitude to the huge Master for the gifts he had granted me the whole time, until I had exited from the room.

The transsexual was standing waiting when I crawled back into the passage way. His/her beautiful, stiff cock drew my gaze like a magnet, and my own achingly hard stalk pulsed with pleasure at the sight of its erotic beauty. I crawled up to the bizarre creature and knelt, with my adoring face only a couple of inches from his/her mouth watering erection. "Sweet Mistress," I gasped, "I adore your stunningly gorgeous penis with all my heart. My slave heart yearns and aches with longing to worship it from the depths of its being. Please! Please! Please! I beg you, allow my submissive lips and tongue to demonstrate to you my absolute adulation of your ravishing penis! Allow me to suck you to ecstatic pleasure!"

The tall dominant stared down at my grovelling nudity, and his/her surprise at the depths of my emotion clearly showed on his/her face, for I had lost myself so completely in my role, that small tears of longing had formed in the corners of my eyes. "You insatiable, cock adoring slut!" He/she laughed, taunting me, "If I'm not mistaken, you've just been permitted to suck Master's enormous prick off. Yet you still want more. But I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. My lowered testosterone levels do not permit me to get stiff again too quickly after my prick has spurted, and it's more than my job's worth to have to attend to clients sporting a limp cock. I even have to wear this," He/she continued, pointing out to me a thin golden band with an adjustable screw attached, that was wrapped around the base of his/her cock stem, "to ensure that I remain stiff as it is."

"Oh, sweet Mistress!" I cried in wanton submission, "I adored being permitted to worship and pleasure Master's huge, manly cock, and to drain his massive, potent balls dry of their luscious, powerful juices! But, adored Mistress, I love your gorgeous penis. It is the most beautiful, beautiful, beautiful penis I have ever been permitted to gaze at. The mere sight of your divine, exquisite, enchanting penis makes my adoring heart ache and ache with longing. Please! Please! let my worship it, sacred Mistress! I promise that I will suck it with such erotic, sensual, lascivious passion that you will experience pleasure more exquisite than any you have ever felt in your life!" I pleaded, my kneeling nudity literally shivering with longing.

Such was the intensity of my concentration on persuading the transsexual to allow me to suck his/her cock, that my own thick pole had wilted slightly, and now stood out at right angles to my crotch, rather than arching up my belly. My abject begging and pleading continued, "I promise, magnificent Mistress, I swear that I will get you beautiful penis stiff again, a soon as it has allowed me the indescribable pleasure of drinking of its hallowed essence. I swear that I can get it hard again for you, adored Mistress. Please! Please! sweet Mistress! Fill my yearning heart with complete happiness! Transport my soul to paradise! Let me suck off your divine penis for you! Please! Please! Please! worshipped Mistress I beg you! I beg you!"

I gazed up at the transsexual's beautiful face, tears of longing now actually trickling down my cheeks. My heart surged with hope when I saw that his/her eyes had softened, and now radiated a sort of affection I had not seen before. I could also see that the sexual creature was struggling with the desire to feel my mouth on him/her, and his/her duty to his/her employers. I could see that he/she desperately wanted to believe that I would be true to my word, and be able to revive his/her cock after it had spurted. I waited, with bated breath for the inner struggle to be resolved. Suddenly the transsexual strode over to the door that sow had disappeared behind, and pressed an eye up to a peep hole in it.

He/she quickly returned to where I knelt, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his/her full, painted lips. My heart almost exploded in rapture when I saw his/her fingers fumbling with the screw on the band enclosing the base of his/her stiff cock. The transsexual stood before me and removed the golden band, "All right, you sweet little prick adoring harlot. You can suck me off. But you simply must get me stiff again when you've finished. I was not joking when I said that not having it stiff will cost me my job, and I love working here." I answered quickly, my voice thick with submissive lust, my heart racing with sheer joy, and my prick once again stiff and throbbing in full, mighty erection, "Oh Thank you, adored Mistress! Thank you! I will get you stiff and hard again when I'm finished! You need have no fear!"

"Quickly now!" The excited creature whispered. "I don't know how much time we have. But we should have some. I know that Mistress likes to eke out her pleasure when she is having her arsehole sucked for her. But we had better hurry anyhow." I kissed up and down the slim stem of the transsexual's mouth watering cock with a level of happiness that even surprised me in its sheer intensity. While my adoring lips brushed over the hot, hard flesh I whispered reverently, "I love your gorgeous penis, sweet Mistress. It's so hard and hot. It tastes as delicious as I knew it would. I would happily spend the rest of my life on my knees, adoring your divine cock. I love it, Mistress! I love it so!"

"Hurry, sweet whore!" The transsexual whispered. I opened my mouth, and swallowed the entire length of his/her beautiful prick, and wave after wave of delight coursed through me as soon as its sensual hardness, and erotic heat was engulfed in my adoring mouth. Normally the pricks I suck are large and thick, not allowing me to fully employ all the talents of my mouth on them at the same time. This, I suspect, is why I so adore sucking small cocks. It gives me the opportunity to really work on them with all available sensual oral assets simultaneously, tongue, palate, and throat.

My lips closed around the pulsing base of the beautiful penis. Its flaring head was lodged, comfortably in my throat, and the underside, with its sensitive ridge, lay along the top of my tongue. I went to work, overjoyed to be able to utilise all of the prick sucking techniques I had been so extensively trained in at essentially the same time. I was able to use my lips to sensually squeeze at the pulsing base. My wriggling tongue erotically teased the throbbing stem. And my convulsing throat muscles were able to lavishly massage the swollen, nerve filled head of the pleasure filled cock.

The transsexual was subjected to such exquisite sexual stimulation that her/his voice was soon emitting little shrieks of delight, and he/she kept murmuring, over and over, "Oh, sweet slut, that feels so good! Soooo Gooood!" I redoubled my efforts to pleasure the Mistress, beginning to hum softly so that the tiny vibrations would add to the exquisite sensations my adoring mouth were already imparting on his/her pleasure filled pole of lust. I suckled him/her with all the devotion and skill I possessed. I basked in my submissive joy while his/her hot musky flavours filled my senses. Her/his delicious prick began to jerk and pulsate in my mouth's warm, wet, worshipping embrace, and I instinctively knew that he/she was about to climax. I changed my method ever so lightly to send him/her over the edge. I began to move my mouth up and down on the quivering stem. This allowed my tongue to tease more of its length, and, with the head now vacating my throat with each outward stroke, I was able to use my throat muscles to erotically squeeze the pleasure soaked knob each time it pushed into its convulsing embrace again.

The shivering transsexual could take no more of such exquisite stimulation, and his/her spasming prick began to spurt. Small streams of the sweetest ball cream I had ever tasted splashed into my adoring mouth. My heart exploded with sheer submissive, sexual exhilaration, and I savoured the delectable flavour of the sex elixir in sheer happiness before, almost reluctantly, swallowing it. I sucked on the wildly spurting prick with all the love and devotion that filled my heart, until I had drained it completely, and the pole softened rapidly in my worshipping mouth.

It was with a real feeling of loss that I finally allowed the satiated cock to escape my mouth. The transsexual, his/her eyes still filled with the wonder of his/her pleasure, looked down at me, then her face frowned in consternation at the sight of his/her soft, flopping, completely spent cock. Noting her growing despair I cried softly, "Quickly, sweet Mistress," I whispered, my own happiness still clearly evident, "Spread you legs. I'll soon get you stiff again." The transsexual spread his/her slim thighs wide and I leaned my head forward, and turned my face upwards. I reached up and tenderly parted the cheeks of his/her shapely bottom and slipped my face between them. My long tongue immediately speared the tight pout of his/her anal rosebud, and drove deeply into his/her humid arse pit. The tip of my tongue soon located his/her prostate gland, and began to tease and stimulate it with sensuous intensity. At the same time I used the very tips of my fingers to flutter up and down the length of the drooping prick.

It didn't take long for such erotic excitation to begin to take effect. The soft tube of the transsexual's prick slowly began to swell and lengthen. I redoubled my efforts, my deeply buried tongue abandoned its teasing titillating, activity to replace it with vigorous massage of the now writhing prostate, and my fingers began to squeeze and stroke the hardening pole of sexual lust. Within mere minutes the cock was stiff and hard again, and stood proudly against the transsexual's quivering belly.

I withdrew my aching tongue from the depths of his/her spicy arse chute, and began to kiss up and down the newly aroused stalk of his/her sex. I grinned up at him/her with impish self satisfaction and teasing begged, "Please, adored Mistress! Please, can I suck it off again, now that I've got it stiff and hard!" The happy creature chuckled down at me, with a look of deep affection in his/her eyes that filled me with submissive pleasure, and replied, while reaching into his/her crotch to replace the band around the base of his/her rigid prick, "You incorrigible, cock adoring harlot, haven't you had enough yet?" I replied, with a fervour that I truly felt, "I could never get enough of a penis as beautiful as yours is, darling Mistress."

Our sexy repertoire was interrupted by the noise of the door through which sow had disappeared opening. The gorgeous submissive crawled from the room, and over to us. A frown of petulant anger flashed across her lovely face when she noticed the look of contentment I wore, not to mention the obvious affection the standing transsexual showed for me, evidenced by his/her hand which was gently petting my hair. Sow had soon guessed that I had been granted something special by the Mistress, and she knew of my talent in wheedling my way into a dominant's affections with my super submissive behaviour. I knew I was in for a tirade of jealousy from her when we were alone again.

The transsexual Mistress led us back to the front of the cafe, and showed us into a small room. Our skimpy costumes were laying on the sole chair in the room, and a big spoon was plunged into a bucket of ice on a small table. The beautiful transsexual bad us goodbye, petting me tenderly on my bowed head before he/she left. This gesture was not wasted on sow, and as soon as we were alone she cried out in peevish indignation, "The Mistress let you suck her off didn't she, piglet?" I decided to tease sow even more, and answered, "Of course she did. She knew a good thing when she saw it. She even allowed me to suck her delicious arse ring afterwards, so there!" "You know I'll get you back, piglet, don't you. You know I'll make you pay for getting more than me!" Sow rejoined petulantly.

I used the cold spoon to soften my aching prick, so I could put my skimpy shorts back on, and then we dressed in our outlandishly indecent clothes and walked back out onto the crowded street. "Ouch!" I cried when sow viciously pinched one of my bare bottom cheeks, "That's for sucking the Mistress' arsehole, piglet. Sucking arsehole was supposed to be my treat in the cafe, not yours. But don't think that's all the punishment you're going to get, you little slut!"

I could barely contain my mirth at her display of petulance, and, despite the stern exterior she tried to maintain, she could not stop a small smirk of glee from appearing on her full pouting lips. From time to time, as we wandered down the street, passers by pointed at us and giggled. We flushed with embarrassment when this happened. These were obviously individuals who had seen our humiliating performance in the cafe's peep show areas.

Sow stopped me when we were passing a boutique specialising in bondage equipment. "This place should have what I want to get to compliment our costumes for tomorrow night." She cried. "We have to go back to the motel first," I replied, "I spent all the money we had on us at the cafe." Sow thought for a few seconds, then grinned roguishly and said, "I'll get what I want for nothing, piglet. It'll be fun. You just have to act like my slave, and do exactly what you're told." I tried to protest but sow would hear nothing of it, accusing me of being a scared old fuddy duddy who never took any chances, and insisted. I eventually gave in, as I always do with sow. I can refuse the girl I love so, nothing.

We entered the store, and I saw that the counter was attended by a youth in his late teens. The lad was tall and slender, and dressed in black leather trousers and a silk shirt. Sow urged me down onto my knees, and we cruised the shelves of the shop while sow sought out the item she wanted. While I crawled along, dutifully, behind her, gazing lovingly at the luscious beauty of her gorgeous bare bottom cheeks, sow began to erotically tease the attendant, preparing the lad for her pitch for a free piece of equipment. From time to time she would glance at him, and give him a beatific smile designed to melt his heart. Every few minutes she would make a show on scratching an itch somewhere on her body, ensuring that, in doing so, he was given a brief, but tantalising glimpse of one of her lovely naked tits.

After ten or so minutes she removed a pair of cuffs, connected together by three feet of small linked chain. The cuffs were lockable, but did not require padlocks to achieve this, rather their locks were actually embedded in them. She took the cuffs over to the counter, with me submissively crawling along behind her, and laid them on the top. "Darling," she cooed at the young clerk, "I need these cuffs to restrain my little slave here," She continued, reaching down and stoking my hair as though I were a pet, "But I'm broke, sweetheart. Can we come to some other arrangement to pay for them?" She asked, treating the youth do her most lascivious smile.

The attendant's face showed that he had been here before, and was not about to be duped by this girl and her male slave, no matter how gorgeous and sexy she was. Sow immediately recognised this, and so, before he could throw us out, made her pitch. "I'll tell you what, darling," She breathed huskily, "I'll have my little slave suck you off. He's been trained in the techniques of cock sucking for years, and I'm told is the most skilled exponent of that erotic art in the whole principality, if not the whole world! You don't want to miss the opportunity to experience his mouth on your prick, I assure you."

This offer certainly stopped the youth in his tracks as far as throwing us out immediately was concerned, but, never the less, he was still not convinced that he should give us the set of cuffs. Sow, seeing this pressed on quickly, not wanting to let the wavering youth slip back into a state of automatic denial. She flipped up the bottom of her skimpy "T" shirt, baring the stiff teated mounds of her glorious tits completely, and pitched sexily, "To clinch the deal, lover, I'll let you play with these, and even suck on them while the slave brings you off."

It was this that tipped the scales in sow's favour. The youth thought about her sexy offer for a couple of seconds, and then rushed over to the door, put a "Back in Ten Minutes" sign on it, locked it, and pulled down its blind. By the time he returned to us he had already undone his pants. Sow levered herself up onto the counter so that she faced the lad, and curtly commanded me to crawl around to him and get to work. I entered into the spirit of the game. I fished the youth's prick out of his leather trousers, and such is the eagerness of youth, his cock was already stiff and hot. My fingers had soon extracted his moist, hairy balls as well, and I caressed then seductively while my skilled mouth prepared to do what it does best, suck cock.

I swallowed the youth's stiff prick deeply into my mouth in one gulp, thrilling, as I always did, to the sensation of hot, musky, male sex filling my throat. I always experience sensations of delicious humility when my mouth is filled with prick, even after so much time, and so many cocks. My mouth went to work with sensual skill, teasing and stimulating the young man's hot prick with tantalising expertise. His reaction was immediate. I don't know how often he had had his prick sucked in his young life, but I could tell he hadn't had it sucked by anyone as skilled at the art as I before.

While I sucked him his hands began to caress and squeeze sow's enormous tits. His fingers pinched tenderly at her stiff teats, causing them to get even harder. Sow, ever searching for more, drew his face towards one of her throbbing teats, and begging him to suck. She sighed with pleasure as soon as his eager mouth had closed over her nipple. Sow loves to have her teats suckled, and this activity aroused her sexual vitality much more intensely than in most other women I had met. Soon she was adding to the youth's pleasure by whispering incessantly, another erotic method sow loved to utilise, because it always gave her as much pleasure as it did to the object of her desire:

"Oh darling, you suck a girl's tits so beautifully. Where did you learn to suck tit so nicely. My pussy is flooding with juice because of how deliciously you're sucking my tit, lover. My slut's mouth is sucking you gorgeously, isn't it? Don't you just love a submissive mouth on your cock. My servile slut just adores sucking fresh young pricks like yours, sweetheart. Oh, that feels so good. Suck my other tit now, sugar. Don't you just love my big tits, they certainly adore your clever mouth. I'll bet my little cock sucking harlot can't wait to get a big mouthful of your hot spicy ball cream, darling. The lewd trollop loves drinking virile male prick juice more than anything else in the world. You're going to feed the greedy little slut a big load, aren't you darling? he can't wait! Oh, that's right, sugar, bite my throbbing teat hard!"

On and on she went, titillating the excited youth with sensuous chatter, while my eager mouth sucked his throbbing prick with ever increasing passion. Sucking this cock had started out as a chore for me, but now it had become a sexual joy, as I entered into the erotic depravity of the act. This obviously had an effect on the sheer sensuality of my performance, for the youth was soon almost squealing with pleasure, into the firm flesh of the excited tit he sucked so lustfully. His cock began to jump and jerk within the warm wet confines of my mouth. I sucked harder and harder, driving the pleasure filled lad to his orgasm with single minded devotion. His cock pulsed strongly, and a flood of hot, young ball cream jetted into my throat. I shivered with pleasure while stream after stream of creamy juice spurted into my mouth, and slid down my gulping throat. Sow clutched the head of the youth to her swollen tits while he came and came, exhorting him to drown me in his cock cream.

I sucked the lad dry, emptying his balls completely, drinking down his delicious offering in pure elation. Finally his cataclysmic explosion ceased, almost as abruptly as it had began. My lips squeezed his softening cock tube vigorously, extracting the last succulent dregs of his juice, before letting the sated organ escape from my mouth to flop down against his thighs. I dutifully packed his spent genitals back into his leather trousers while he panted into the huge mounds of sow's gorgeous tits. I did up his fly and remained on my knees, savouring the lingering ambience of his sexuality while sow talked him down from his sexual high.

Sow dropped down from her perch on the counter, and allowed her "T" shirt to fall back over her lovely tits. She smiled at the contented youth while he wrapped up the cuffs for her. I crawled around to the front of the counter again, and continued to kneel at her feet, continuing the charade of being her slave. The attendant handed her the parcel, and she beckoned to me to follow her to the door. The youth rushed over to hold it open for us, still trying to come to grips with the experience he had just had. As soon as we were back on the street I stood up, and we wandered off down the crowded thoroughfare. Sow chatted to me excitedly about how we had managed to get the cuffs, asking me if I had enjoyed sucking the lad's prick, urging me to describe its flavour, and how it had felt when it flooded my mouth with cum.

It was obvious that sow had become extremely aroused by the event, not to mention by having her sensitive teats sucked for so long. In fact I could clearly see that the skimpy cloth that struggled to hide her gorgeous pussy was quite damp. I knew that sow would need to satisfy her sexual urges soon, or she would go mad with desire, and might do something we could both regret. It was, unfortunately, her nature to immerse herself in anything sexual, at any time, when her erotic yearning needed to be slaked, no matter what the potential cost might be.

We came to the night spot that I had first visited on that initial night in Natchez. The heavily built door man was out on the pavement advertising the delights to be enjoyed inside. He stared at us while we approached, as did most people, not just because of sow's voluptuous beauty, but mostly because of the pure erotic sexuality of our skimpy attire. Despite the fact that I no longer sported a beard the huge man recognised me from my previous visit. He immediately began to try to persuade us to sample the delights of the night club, although I strongly suspected that he wanted to sample the delights of us as much.

We were, however, still broke, and it was getting late. I wanted to ensure that we had plenty of rest before the next night's possible events, and was consequently anxious for us to return to the motel. I knew that sow was going to insist on a long bout of sexual games before we slept anyhow, so the earlier we got there the better. Sow, however, had other ideas. Her pent up excitement and arousal was almost palpable, and she cupped a hand to my ear, pretending shyness, and whispered, "Ask him if he has a paddle handy, piglet." she demanded.

I shrugged my shoulders in helpless acceptance, and asked the doorman the question. He grinned at sow, instinctively knowing that the strange question was hers and not mine, and slipped into the club's enclosed vestibule. He quickly returned and showed off a leather paddle shaped almost exactly like a squash racquet in terms of size, a substantial grip, long thin, metal shaft, heavy, circle of barely flexible black leather, about a quarter of an inch thick and a foot in diameter. He swished the paddle around for our benefit, and sow's eyes took on a radiance of pure longing while she watched. She cupped my ear again and whispered, "Tell him I'll only agree to suck his cock off if he promises to whip my fat arse cheeks hard with that lovely paddle." I whispered back, "We haven't got time, sow. We have to get our rest before tomorrow night." Sow rejoined, "There you go again, trying to curtail my pleasure." She whispered petulantly, "You've sucked off plenty of pricks tonight, I've sucked off none. Now I want a turn, and all you want to do is stop me! It's not fair!"

I was about to remind sow that it was in fact she who had prompted my cock sucking activities, not me, when she changed her tack, "Please, darling piglet, let me. Please. I won't take long, and he'll be punishing me for having upset you, won't he. Please piglet, ask him, pretty please!" I almost laughed at her wheedling pleading. She knew how to get to me, knowing that when she really turned it on I could refuse her nothing. It was just as well that her gorgeous bottom was going to receive a painful lacing, maybe it would serve to teach her a thing or two. I conveyed her proposition to the waiting doorman. His reaction was immediate. A broad smile split his thick, negroid lips, and he urged us to enter the vestibule. Once inside the man closed the club door, a course of action that would normally signify to potential patrons that the establishment was full.

Sow, ever eager for her pleasure to begin, immediately knelt before him, and tried to assist him in lowered his leather pants. The incorrigible slut could not wait to get at the man's massive cock, or was it that she craved the hurt that the cruel paddle would inflict on her voluptuous bare bottom cheeks, a combination of both I, suspect. As soon as the man's giant cock was freed sow swallowed as much of its hot, thick meat, as her avid mouth could accommodate. She began to suck on the log of male sexuality with all the passion of a crazed nymphomaniac. She thrust out the cheeks of her svelte arse, as if begging for the torment of the gorgeous mounds to begin.

She was not to be disappointed. The heavy paddle slapped viciously onto the plump slabs with a heavy whump. This forced sow's hips to surge forward, as much with the force of the blow, as with her instinctive tendency to have her bottom escape its cruel punishment. Sow moaned her hurt deep in the throat of her prick stuffed mouth. She soon had her arse protruding invitingly, as if begging for the next blow of the paddle, and it was not long in coming. Obviously the doorman enjoyed beating her beautiful bottom as much as he did having her eager mouth sucking on his hot, stiff cock. After the first few cruel strokes of the paddle sow's slowly reddening bottom cheeks ceased to retreat after each blow, rather she began to sensually undulate her hips, and kept her punished cheeks sticking out, as if begging for their sensuous torment.

I was watching the action with erotic fascination, marvelling at my beautiful sow's capacity for delicious shows of submissive depravity, when a husky voice coming from behind me interrupted my concentration. "Are you thirsty, love?" I glanced back over my shoulders, tearing my eyes from the sexy spectacle of sow and her Master, and saw that the voice belonged to a quite mature woman occupying the club's ticket booth. The woman's low cut bodice revealed the creamy top halves of an impressively large set of tits. The woman smiled sexily at me, and then, when she was sure that she had my complete attention, reached into her bodice with both hands and scooped both of her big soft, pulpy tits out of the loose garment.

My mouth gaped in wonder at the size of the floppy udders, and more excitingly, at the small rivulets of pale fluid dripping from their large rubbery teats. "My tits are so full that they feel like they are about to burst, honey." The woman smiled. "Would you like to drink them dry for me?" I didn't know what to say. I had never been in such a situation before in my life. But my mouth had no reservations, and immediately flooded with saliva, as though the most delicious dish on the menu had been placed before me, and I was starving.

The woman saw my physical reaction to her suggestion and reacted to it by opening the door to her small cubicle to allow me to join her. I moved into the confined space quickly, and she ran her hand around the back of my head, caressing my long soft hair for a few seconds, and then drawing my face down to her right tit. My mouth opened dutifully, and closed over the thick moist nipple the woman fed me. I suckled on the hard teat sensuously, and my mouth was flooded with a deluge of sickly sweet woman's milk. I swallowed the first mouthful, trying to come to grips with the almost overpowering sweetness.

A few mouthfuls later it became apparent that the flavour woman's milk grew on you, and my suckling became, almost instinctively more vigorous, just like that of a hungry baby, and oceans of the delicious milk were gulped down by my suddenly thirsty mouth. The woman sighed with contentment, and her fingers began to squeeze at her tit, to force her milk into my mouth even faster than my thirsty mouth was achieving. After a few minutes, during which I sucked the tit, and drank copious quantity of woman's milk, I listened to the sound of the smacks being delivered to sow's bottom, I found that my greedy mouth was no longer drawing any milk from the teat. The tit was empty. The woman, also realising this, tenderly moved my face to her other tit, and fed my greedy mouth its thick nipple with a sigh of happiness. Soon my mouth was again inundated with the sweet flow of her milk, and I blissfully drank.

I had soon emptied this tit of all the milk it had to offer and, I must admit that I was not sorry. My belly was beginning to feel queasy from the sheer sickly sweetness of the milk. The ticket attendant smiled at me with a look of contented satisfaction while she packed her empty tits back into her bodice. She opened the door to her booth and pushed me out without so much as a thank you for the sensuous service I had done for her. Once I was back in the vestibule I was able to witness the climax of sow's little performance. The cheeks of her bottom were, by this time, rosy red from the constant slapping of the forcefully wielded paddle.

Her beautiful face was pumping up and down in the man's crotch, his huge cock stretched her jaws wide with each thrust. From the look of sheer ecstasy on the man's thrown back face it was obvious that his orgasm was imminent. In fact, I arrived just in time to see him throw down the paddle, and grasped sow's head in both hands while his pleasure filled prick exploded in the warm, wet embrace of her ever eager mouth. The climaxing man moaned with pleasure while his balls emptied their load of sex cream into sow's gulping gullet. I shivered with arousal while I watched my sweetheart's throat obviously swallowing the man's prick juice with eager passion.

Sow ensured that she was not denied even a drop of her target's offering, squeezing both the man's softened balls, and the wilting stem of his sated cock, while she tongued up the final dregs she was able to squeeze out from the tip of his cock. When she was finally satisfied that the exhausted prick had nothing left to surrender, she rose to her feet, smiling at the satiated man like the cat that had got the cream, which, of course, was exactly how she felt. I never ceased to marvel at the sheer erotic and wanton nature of the gorgeous sow. She seemed to have a limitless capacity to immerse her entire being in her lust and depraved debauchery.

She sidled up to me and taunted, "Now that I've had my fix, piglet darling, we can go home." I decided not to mention what I had been doing while she enjoyed the doorman's attentions. It would not be a wise thing to do, to remind her that I had been given yet another highly erotic treat that she had been excluded from. The fact that she had been otherwise engaged at the time would have meant nothing at all to her, she would have insisted that, if I truly cared, I would have waited for her, and then we could have shared. If she found out she would almost certainly begin to look for something equally debauched to indulge herself alone in, just as a means of getting even with me. We took off down the street towards our motel. I slipped my arm around her waist and cupped one of her rosy bottom mounds. The skin still radiated heat from her recent spanking, and I teased her about it. Sow petulantly complained that the least satisfying aspect of her wanton performance was the lack of real force with which her spanking had been administered, commenting fractiously at how selfish men became once their stiff cocks were being sucked.

I laughed at her petulance and commented, "Then, sweet sow, if that is so why is the gusset of your shorts so completely drenched with pussy juice?" Sow grinned impishly, and replied, "I didn't say that I didn't enjoy the spanking, piglet, but he didn't hit me anywhere near hard enough to make me cum." We continued on until we found ourselves outside our room. I asked sow to go to the reception area and arrange for a late breakfast for us, telling her to try to get it delivered as late as midday if she could.

Sow ran off to do her errand while I unlocked our door and went inside. I immediately stripped off and went into the bathroom, deciding to get a head start on my shower before sow returned. I stood under the streaming hot water, soaping my naked body over and over for at least ten minutes before beginning to wonder what was keeping sow. I began to realise that I might have made a mistake letting the insatiable girl out of my sight. I hoped that I would not have to go looking for her, but I was beginning to suspect that she had returned to the town in search of more depraved sexual excess.

I left the shower, after a few more luxurious minutes, and was towelling my glowing skin dry when the door finally opened, and sow, wearing a satisfied smile flounced into the room. She rushed up to me and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. The reason for her obvious self satisfaction became immediately evident, her face smelled like a drooling cunt. "What have you been up to, you incorrigible little slut?" I asked in a resigned tone. Sow giggled girlishly, and replied, "Well, the receptionist told me that late breakfasts were out of the question. I had to find some way to persuade her to change the rules for us, didn't I." I rejoined in mock exasperation, "I'm sure there were other means you might have tried in lieu of sucking the girl off." "Probably," sow countered, "But none quite as pleasing, and certain of success, as my greedy mouth on her hairy pussy, I'll bet."

I could but agree, and then watched while sow stripped off and skipped into the bathroom. Soon the sound of the shower going drowned out all other sounds in the room. I lay down on the bed and rested comfortably while I waited for sow to finish. My long, thick cock was in a state of semi erection, despite my physical tiredness. While I had sucked for many orgasms in the men I had serviced seemingly non stop all night, I had not, in fact, climaxed once myself, the entire evening. Suddenly my musings were rudely interrupted by the voluptuous nude body of the beautiful sow bouncing onto the bed next to me.

Sow snuggled up to me, and one of her hands stroked down my bare chest to my crotch. She seductively caressed my prick until it stood, hard and erect, then declared, with her normal mocking petulance, "This gorgeous, hard prick owes my mouth three loads of ball cream, piglet, and not just because it loves me, and would not deny me anything I want, but just so that I can catch up with what you were able to have at the cafe, not to mention in the sex shop." She slowly slid down my body while she spoke, until my prick trembled at the slightly ticklish sensations caused by her warm breath as she blew softly on its hot length.

Not to be outdone, and in order to further tease her, I reached down and grabbed her by the cheeks of her voluptuous arse and drew the big, shapely mounds up towards my own face. "If that's the case," I taunted, "Then I should be allowed to suck your luscious little arse hole for at least as long as it's going to take you to receive what you reckon my prick owes you. Fairs fair, you got to suck lots of lovely arse hole tonight, and I didn't get any! I'm not even going to touch this," I continued, giving her hairy pussy a gentle squeeze, "But I'll bet I make it cum anyhow, more than a few times before you finish me, you lascivious slut!" I'm sure that sow would have made her usual snappy rejoinder for me had her mouth not already been full of hot throbbing cock.

I gently parted the lovely moons of sow's enticing bottom, still slightly pinkish as a result of their earlier paddling, and slipped my face into the warm, fleshy chasm between them. I began to tease the ridged rosebud of her anus with the tip of my tongue, relishing its deliciously rank flavour. Sow's hot mouth sucked on my pounding prick with all the passion of a starving whore, and soon my own tongue was buried deeply in the humid depths of her writhing arse tube, its tip madly titillating her shuddering prostate. My first load of cum flooded into sow's sucking gullet after only about ten minutes, and she gulped the creamy juice down with feral hunger.

We went at each other for at least two more hours. Sow, in fact, managed to bring me off four times, not the promised three, and my balls were beginning to ache badly through over draining. My tongue also began to feel as though it had been caught in a vacuum cleaner for hours, and it was a relief when I was finally able to extract it from the lewd vice that was sow's unquenchable arsehole. The sheet on which my chest lay was literally saturated with sow's pussy cream. Sow turned her nudity around, and snuggled up to me. The delicious creature was asleep almost before head had nestled into the crook of my neck. I too, took little time to drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.